"Because."

"I'd like to do that to you with my tongue… just once."

"No!" She couldn't be more emphatic. She felt his hands on her shoulders, gently pulling her over to face him again. He gazed down at her and she saw the puzzled expression on his face. Wordlessly then, because she didn't want to discuss it, she reached up and pulled his lips down to hers. Again there was that savage kiss… so unlike him… almost brutal in its intensity and force. She felt his hands moving freely over her abdomen, then his finger slipping along her moistened cuntal slit, bringing with it something akin to rapture – exciting, pleasurable, sensual. Grace splayed out her legs wider, giving him freer access to her now open vagina, and after a moment realized that Stan had put both knees between her wide-spread thighs and was forcing them even further apart. He pulled his mouth away from hers and croaked, "I want to fuck you."

The lewd phrase instead of repelling her only brought additional wanton excitement to her body – already aflame with desire. And, from what seemed to be a great distance, she heard her own voice responding, "Yes, darling. Do it to me! Fuck me!"

Stan looked in astonishment at her. She had always stopped him before. Then, quickly before she could change her mind, he dropped one hand down between their bodies and guided his hard, throbbing cock toward the fur lined, coral-pink pussy lips.

Grace's eyes widened as she felt, for the first time in her life, the spongy thick head of a male cock beginning to part the fleshy, desire-dampened layers of her love-starved vagina. She could feel the cock throbbing powerfully as it began sensuously stretching the hungrily quivering little outer lips.

She tensed with the first electric contact between his prick and the sensitive edges of her fevered cunt; the sensation was so powerful that she was immediately shocked out of wanton excitement and back to a realization of the awful thing she was permitting him to do.