He knew it was wrong, obscene, sick even, but he couldn't seem to control himself. His tongue continued to move across her clitty. Her body trembled lightly, shivering against him. She tried to close her legs, but his hands were on her lower thighs, holding them in place.

His slid his tongue deep into her cleft, tasting the tang of her juice. His tongue slid lightly along her buttocks and thighs, then back over her clitty.

She twisted in her sleep, her back arching sideways, her head rolling. She was breathing faster, her breasts rising and falling. His eyes watched them move, noted the stiffness of her erect nipples.

There was a sudden gasp as her eyes opened. She blinked slowly, fighting off the daze of her interrupted sleep and the throbbing heat of her belly.

"W…wha…"

For a second he stopped, his mind racing, but there was no escape. The room was too bright and she'd already seen him. He jammed his tongue against her clitty, rubbing against it with whipping, powerful movements. His finger slid into her cleft, driving down to the knuckle.

"Wha… Jeff?… JEFF! Wha… What are you…"

He pumped his finger in and out of her pussy as his tongue rasped against her clitty.

"S… Stop! Stooooop," she moaned. His tongue thrashed back and forth and her ass humped up instinctively.

"Jeffffff… S… stop… No!… Nooooo." she whimpered.

She tried to pull away, to roll over, but his hands held her firmly. She pushed feebly at his head, and he suddenly jumped back, then dove into the bed. He was on her, his groin between her spread legs. His bulging pecker pushing against her belly through the fabric of his pants.

Her wide blue eyes stared up at him in a bewildered daze. He kissed her, his lips sliding across hers as he crushed her to the bed.