And Cally felt it was a dream, a wonderful dream… and the handsome stranger was making her feel more beautiful, more alive than she had ever felt in her life. It was so lovely but… was wrong! She struggled suddenly to situp. "No," she cried out, "No. You mustn't."

Instead of answering, Denny Reed drove his tongue full-length into the sweet warm depths of her pussy for the first time, using his nose to titillate her tiny, unconsciously pulsating clitoris.

"Aaaaagggghhhh. No, oh, God, no!"

The man heard her terrified yelp and knew now that he must not stop until she was so aroused she could not help herself. It was now or never. She wouldn't let him near her again if he stopped now, but if he continued and she liked it? Who could say? So thinking, he tightened his arms around her thighs and buried his rapacious tongue even deeper into the quivering, heated pussy lips between her open legs.

Fear and sheer pleasure were battling for supremacy in Cally's tormented mind. Was it a heavenly dream or a nightmare she bounced from one feeling to the other until she was totally distraught. Everything she had ever been taught, everything she had believed in were being slowly, and oh so pleasurably eroded by the velvet tongue that licked, sucked, and caressed all at the same time. It was hateful, outrageous, sinful… beautiful.

"No… no," she whimpered, flinging her arm up against her forehead and clenching her eyes shut as if this would make everything go away. "Stop! Oh God… Pleases stop!"

Denny replied without taking his eyes from her face – hard tongue thrust against her clitoris.

"Oh, Denny… Please don't. You can't do that! It's sinful!"

His tongue traced a zig-zag pattern down through her pubic curls from clitoris to anus again, then came back and speared into the seeping hole of her tiny, tightly clenched cuntal opening. Seven, eight times, in rapid succession he flicked his tongue in and out between the inner and outer lips of her pussy, tongue-fucking her in earnest now.