"Ahhhhhhhhh, no!" she said loudly, realizing suddenly the danger she was subjecting herself to.

Jules however paid no attention to Jeannette's cries, his mouth now had begun a gentle sucking motion on her outer cuntal lips, sucking them in and out in rhythm with the quick flickering of his tongue on her erect little clitoris.

"Stop it," Jeannette screamed, her brown curls bobbing frantically, "I've changed my mind, I don't want to do this."

Jeannette cringed now as Jules' hands massaged her quivering buttocks and quaking inner thighs. His lips – now hot and eager – were kissing and sucking her wetly cringing cunt. Sparks of unwanted delight were arching throughout the overly sensitive nerve ends up between her open thighs. Then, without warning, his tongue – hotly animated with a life all its own – shot like a hungry shark into the warmly wet cavern of her vagina. Down his probing tongue went, even deeper, until it was lodged like a small inquisitive penis fully inside her hollowed secret place.

"Aaaaagggggghhhhh, gaaaaaahhhh… Please, no," she writhed helplessly beneath him, "No, Jules, no, you can't do it. I don't want you to do it any more, please… please oh pulllll-eeeessssss…" The words spilled from her laxly open mouth even as her abdomen, with volition, rose in a wild eagerness to meet his voracious mouth.

Jules was grinning to himself knowing that he had got her going and knowing that he wasn't going to stop.

He pulled his mouth away and was delighted to hear her low moan of disappointment. He thought: I'm really going to turn her on now. And he laughed to himself, knowing she was going to be a very hot little piece before he got through with her. He decided to play her along. "I think, we'd better try that again," he grinned.