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Joan only whimpered, audibly, as she raised her head to look down the valley of her breasts to see the young pilot's lust contorted face poised there between her wide-spread legs. She felt the hot vapor of his breath graze her sensitive femaleness, that secret place that had only been seen by her husband, and she moaned aloud in her shame, her head still raised, her eyes begging him for mercy that she knew, now, he would never give her.

Her breath choked in her throat as she heard his animalistic grunt and saw his head drop, felt his lips on the warm, open mouth of her vagina and the moist length of his tongue sliding hotly into her wet cuntal passage, past the barrier of the vaginal muscle ring, on in to probe the sensate flesh of the walls of her carnal vault.

Oh, my God! He's done it! ... And I can't stop him ...! I feel so helpless! My body won't say no ... no matter what I think ... or say ... or do! I've never felt this way ... ever ... before!

Joan's beautiful body responded to him, automatically, now, the vile mouth-rape of her, here-to-fore, covert femininity causing her to jerk down and away from him with convulsive, twisting lurches of her pelvis, a loud, helpless groan coming from deep in her chest as she ground her buttocks ever farther downward in a frantic effort to escape the bestial outrage. Her stomach churned with revulsion, and she wailed with loathing as his tongue worked, slithering in and out of her pussy with wild, animal-like fury.

"OOOOoooohhh! Oh, My God! Stop!" she moaned, helplessly, her deep shame more than she could bear, her golden tresses flying as she shook her head from side to side in negative signal to him ... a signal he ignored. She kept her head raised, looking down between the full mounds of her breasts to watch with horror this perverted abuse of her helpless genitals.

Clenching her small hands into fists, her arms lying helplessly and tight against her ribs, she fought him ... fought herself, as unbelieving she tried desperately to keep her rational mind from realizing or acknowledging that wild, blissful sensations coursed, searingly, maddeningly through every fiber of her being. This couldn't be happening to her!

Oh! His tongue is driving me wild! Those sensations are out of this world! But, oooh God! I can't let it go on! It's wrong ... a sin ... and it's sick, Sick ... SICK!

Pushed back in her mind, a memory struggled forth to plague her. How many times had Jimmy asked her to let him do this very thing? She had refused him, because of her conviction that it was a foul besmirchment, a depravity that did not belong in the marital bed. God! Had she known the sensual, voluptuousness of it ... would she have granted it to him ...?

Suddenly, his lips probed and explored until he located the erect, pulsing miniature phallus enshrined in its fleshy canopy, above. She mewled and whined in agonized pleasure as he took the tiny, pulsing, erect clitoris between his teeth and holding it lightly his tongue caressed it, running up and down its short length, then in circles around it, until finally, he concentrated on the tip of it, the sensations electric in her palpitant loins.

Now, he opened his mouth wider, his tongue moving downward, again, back down to the silky smoothness of her moist, warmly sensate and throbbing vaginal passage.

Uncontrollably, now, her head began to flail from side to side, and as he mouth-fucked her, sliding his long, wet tongue up and down her hungrily clasping cuntal passage, Buzz listened to new whimpers from her signifying her new-found pleasure in the cunnilingus he performed on her. Then he shifted and drew her legs up, sliding his arms under them to wedge his shoulders and arms between her quivering thighs. His hands, beneath her thighs, pushed them up further until they draped, obscenely, over his shoulders and her buttocks were pulled up to him, brutally, while his tongue continued to swirl and flick around the velvet-lined interior of the soft hair-lined lips pulsing before his eyes. He knew that soon he would conquer her, completely; she would be his to do with as he chose. God! She was a luscious, innocent young morsel!

Her cries of agony, of involuntary pleasure rang through the forested wilderness, a cry of feral wildness, as he thrust his tongue deep into the searing, viscid depths at the naked "Y" of her open legs. Fascinated, he watched, as her hands fought desperately against themselves, struggling against odds, until their hopeless battle lost, she reached out jerkily for him, her fingers entangling, lewdly, in his hair to pull him closer, tighter to her.

She was his! Damn! He had won! She was all his to play with, to subjugate, to destroy ... to fuck ... however and whenever he chose to do so. She was lost! Her flaunted chastity flown!

Joan knew, now, that her body had deserted her, completely; her nude buttocks convulsed and jerked, involuntarily, beneath the ravishing tongue that sent hopeless jolts of high-voltage eroticism surging through her, sensations that she never knew existed and the exquisite torture of it hummed with the intensity of high amplification in her finely tuned nerves. Unexpectedly, she felt his tongue leave her vagina and flick downward, wetly, to the secret tiny puckered anal opening, below. Suddenly, she wanted to scream; instead she moaned out her ecstatic rapture at the surprising, moistly warm contact of his probing tongue, the forbidden pleasure-laden feelings roiling through her in confused, racing chaos. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, her tongue flicking in and out with the sensual pleasure that raced like wild-fire through her.

Frenetically, she groaned, "Oh, God ... God! Please, don't do that! I can't stand it ...! Oh, God ... you're driving me crazy!"

Even as she spoke, her hips moved, uncontrollably up to his face, and she tried to screw her rectum onto his stiff, lashing tongue. With an effort, he shoved harder, the very tip of his lingual member entering her and moving slightly in her rear passage.

She opened her eyes, momentarily, to see that his eyes, visible to her, above the softly curling mound of pubic hair were smiling ... even laughing at her, and she lay back, her eyes tightly closed to blot out the horror of it all.

"Oh, God! ... Oh, God!" she moaned, tossing her head from side to side, her shame, humiliation and degradation surging to the surface of her consciousness, again, fighting to gain ascendance over the erotic sensations that had taken away all reason, leaving only raw, inflamed nerves that cried out for release.

"Please ... Oh, please!" she whined, raising her head, eyes open, now, to beg, pleadingly, down at his leering face. "Please, don't do this to me!"

The horrifying knowledge that she had no control of her body overwhelmed her, the impact of the realization bringing deep sobs of shame from her, but he went on and on, licking at her wet, open pussy, her body quivering uncontrollably, with the overpowering assault on the raw nerve-endings of her palpitating and unsatiated cunt. She clenched her teeth, grinding them, vexatiously, her determination that she must resist to the very end waned rapidly before the spasmodic sensualism that had taken control of her body. But, she knew, even then, as she resisted with all her moral strength, that she had lost the battle, that it was of no further use to resist. It was a spontaneous decision, forced upon her, and reluctantly, she surrendered the field to him.

Suddenly, she no longer fought against him ... against herself, because the intense, ecstatic rapture that his licking tongue brought her was a voluptuous sensation that she had never known existed ... could exist. Her love-hungry cunt had to be filled, now!

For too long, her soft, rounded body had cried out for fulfillment ... too long she had denied Jimmy ... denied herself, not knowing the capacity of the human body for erotic stimulation, foolishly, thinking that their couplings had been the accomplishment of full sexuality. How wrong ... Oh, God! ... How wrong she had been!

"Buzz! Buzz! OOOOooooh! Love me! Love me ... good!" she pleaded, her now shamelessly aroused body squirming and undulating under his long, wet lingual member. She raised herself up to him, wanting more and more of it ... more of everything. She reached with both hands, grasping either side of his head and pulled him in tight to her throbbing, widespread cuntal furrow, as she cried out from deep in her soul, begging for the thing she wanted most. Shame, degradation, morals, pride, religion end even her injured husband were forgotten in the insane, demanding throes of Sybaritic rapture.

The pilot could hardly contain his joy as he continued to lash his agile tongue deep into the searing, cock-hungry passage of her vagina, while she thrust the cusp of her crotch up at him in total submission to his will. The soft, silky and golden hair ringing her pulsating cunt teased his nose and tickled his cheeks as she slowly and against her will began to undulate her buttocks in regular rhythm, and he held his tongue rigid and allowed her to move on his tongue. He glanced up to see that her face reflected the sensuality she felt; her eyes were glazed and her jaw hung loose as she gave herself over to the rapturous sexual joy.

He watched her and knew that it would not be long before she would be completely beyond her point-of-no-return. Then, he intended to get the fullest pleasure possible from her aroused and writhing young body. It would only be a few moments before he shoved his aching, demanding prick into her tight little cunt and fuck her like she had never been fucked before, shooting his building load of hot semen up into the depths of her quivering belly ... he would fuck her until she screamed in ecstasy; it was almost time for her to learn what it was like to be a fully sexual woman.

Joan's heart pounded beneath her breasts as she writhed and squirmed up against the insane licking tongue of Buzz Henson. She thought she would go crazy from the sheer erotic desires he was causing in her love- starved loins, the agonized ecstasy of wanting and waiting were too much. She couldn't wait any longer.

Oh, God! It's gone on and on ... and on! When will he ever stop? I-I need his long ... hard ... penis in me ... to ... make it ... complete! OOoooh! I'm burning up! I need it! I want it ... so much!

Eons of time had passed; It seemed to her, since he had begun his wild sucking at the very core of her wet, sensitive and open slit. The sensations tumbling through her were building to an explosive level. If he didn't stop soon she would go out of her mind! Suddenly, he did stop!

"Oh, God ... Buzz! Don't stop ... now!" she wailed in her uncontrolled agony, "please don't stop!"