I now begin to touch you every where, I stroke the outer lips of that beautiful pussy, your little brown hole and you moan in ecstasy. I put my hea... down between your cheeks and lick, lick, lick. You can’t stand it much longer and start moaning again and pushing backwards on to my tongue. Oh no.... no cuming yet. I start tickling you with my tongue. All those hidden places, all those places that were never ticklish before. You scream for me to stop, not now, I have you in my. They were worth a couple of zesty e-mail exchanges. The otherresponse was from an irate "born again Christian" who used up several linesof misspelled and badly typed verbiage to castigate me for worshiping falsegods (or in this case, goddesses). Apparently the other magazine ads — theones seeking playmates to strip, torture and fuck — are okay with hisChristian god, but hobnobbing with the competition deities is a major no-no — anathema!He didn't even mention the allusion to eating her.. "What do I have to do?" Just sit on the edge of the bench and unzip your pants, Ben, I'll take care of everything else," Gwen said as she slid off the bench and got down on her knees. Ben was in such a rush to open his pants that he got the zipper stuck and had to struggle with it for several seconds before he managed to free his prick for his cousin's eager hands and mouth.Ben watched as Gwen held his cock in both hands and licked her lips in anticipation. "Come on, Gwen, we don't have all day. After nearly two hours of this pussy torture he allowed her to cum. She withered and squirmed in pain and ecstasy. She began to scream but he quickly shoved a pair of her panties in her mouth. “Better bite down” he remarked as he disappeared down between her legs and began vigorously eating out her pussy. He flicked her labia and spread it to thrust his tongue inside. While inside he swirled and moved in ways she thought surely were impossible. She felt wave after wave of mind jarring orgasms.