He worked feverishly at her bikini bottoms. She lifted her ass and squirmed and helped him shamelessly, and then she felt the cool air fan over her super-heated twat and fan through her damp curls.
"Ahhhh, God! Monica! What a beautiful cunt!" he cried. "I want – honey, I'm going to kiss it!"
She let out a squeal of protest. The sound became wild and quivery. Before she could do anything, he'd dipped his head and opened his mouth and covered her bloated pussy meat with his soft, parted lips.
The top of her head nearly came off. She felt the thrust of his tongue against her wet meat. She remembered the sensation of his tongue tip wriggling inside her mouth and tickling over her lips, and she knew he was doing that to her pussy right now.
He lapped and licked at the silky flesh of her twat. Her juices poured from the virginal hole. Her clit thrust and throbbed from the top of her cleft.
She felt the hot puffs of his breath against her sweltering mound and the way his thumbs pried the bloated pussy lips wide apart. She knew he was staring directly into the pink, quivering maw of her pussy hole, and the knowledge that she was so shamelessly letting him do it made her shake all over.
"Burke! Burke!" she gasped. "I feel – so funny, Burke!"
"Ohhhhh, my sweet, innocent Monica! You haven't been fucked before, I can see your cherry! You haven't even been kissed right before! God, don't you know what's happening to you, darling?"
"No! Ohhhhh, it feels – so funny!"
"You're going to come! Do it, Monica! Come hard!"
"What's – ah!" she cried sharply. "Ahhhhhh, Burke!"
He dipped down again and covered her whole throbbing twat with his sucking, pinching lips. He battered the tip of her clit with his velvety tongue and held her hips high.
Monica's emotions seemed to soar into space. Her body tossed and churned. She felt her pussy mouth shudder incredibly, sending vibrations all along the slippery, satiny sheath of her vagina and into her belly. Clear through her belly and into the tips of her tits and even the tips of her fingers.
"Yaaaaah!" she cried throatily, lifting her pussy high, letting the wild shudders take her and toss her helplessly.
Her cunt tunnel squeezed and pulsed. Juice poured through the ragged little hole of her cherry and flooded over the flapping meat of her spasming cunt lips. She felt him licking the honey away as fast as it flowed.
At first, she thought that was a terribly disgusting thing for him to be doing. But then it seemed right. It seemed that the more juice she let pour forth the happier he would be with her, and she let it all go, holding nothing back.
She couldn't keep from lifting her hands to her throbbing tits and squeezing the swollen balls of firm flesh. She'd never felt them so hard and full before, so big.
Her first orgasm whipped through her with fury, tossing her helplessly. It lasted for an eternity, and yet it didn't last long enough somehow.
"Ahhhhh, my God – my God! What happened, Burke! Ohhhhh, I'm scared! What happened!"
He lifted his head. His lips and nose were shiny with her pussy juice. His eyes were shiny with love and lust and happiness.
"You came, darling?" he said tenderly. "Ohhh, you came hard!"
"You didn't fuck me?"
"No, of course not, honey. I told you I wouldn't. Not until you want me to. Not until you're ready!"
She looked at him for a long moment and trembled again, feeling the turgid pulsings of her pussy lips after the hard orgasm. She felt suddenly at ease with him, trusting and not at all embarrassed by what had happened.