Sylvia was aware of his sudden indrawn breath which sounded almost as if it were an exclamation. She wished he would hurry up and get the horribly repugnant act over with. She could feel his hands gently massaging her inner thighs as he spread her legs wider to a point where she was almost incapable of resisting, should she decide suddenly to change her mind. Then a jolt shot through her as his thumbs pressed against the vulva and gently parted the tingling hair-lined lips. He slithered forward once again, his head abruptly bowed, and his hot hungry mouth had fastened on her gently pulsating clitoris.

“Ahhhhh… no!” she said loudly, knowing now the danger she was subjecting herself to, and struggling to sit upright. “Don’t do that… I’ve changed my mind!”

If he heard her, he paid no heed. His mouth now had begun a gentle sucking motion on her outer lips, sucking them in and out, in rhythm with the flickering of his tongue on her clitoris.

“Stop it,” she screamed. “I don’t want to do this.” Sylvia could feel every horrible thing he was doing; his hands were massaging her buttocks and inner thighs. His lips… now hot and eager… were caressing, kissing and sucking her vulva. Sparks of unwanted delight were arching throughout the sensitive nerve ends between her open thighs. Then, without warning, his tongue… hot and quivering with a life all its own… shot like a steelhead trout into the warm cavern of her vaginal slit. Down his trembling tongue went, even deeper, until it was lodged like a small quivering penis fully inside.

“Gaaaaahhhh. Please no.” She writhed helplessly beneath him. “No you can’t do it. I don’t want you to anymore. Don’t. It’s horrible. Please… please… oh, pulllll… eeezzz.”

The last was said even as her abdomen, without volition, rose eagerly to meet his voracious mouth.