She saw him stand on his knees between her spread legs and reach for his zipper. His fly was swollen with the fullness of the hard prick behind it.
Her heart hammered as she watched him work the zipper out and down over the lump of his cock, and her eyes widened. The full, throbbing length of him came springing free, and she sucked in her breath with a harsh gasp.
"Burke! Don't fuck me!" she cried again.
She stared at his big prick. It wasn't shiny and pointed like that dog's prick. The head was rounded and velvety looking, like a pinkish mushroom.
There was a big eye that held a drop of clear oil in it. The shaft jerked and pulsed upward from his pants, and there were ridges and veins in it.
"Ohhhhh, Monica," he moaned, wrapping his hand around the heavy stalk. "I've got to come too, honey!" he gasped.
He lowered himself toward her. She sucked in her breath again and again. "Don't fuck me, Burke!" she cried.
"Just… rub…" he gasped.
He lay on top of her, pressing her back into the carpet of leaves. His naked chest rested against her tits, flattening them, making sensation sweep through her body again.
Their bellies blended together, and she felt his hips against the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He moved his hips, and she felt the hot, trembling shaft of his cock fit into the groove of her slippery pussy and press tightly there.
"Ahhhhh, God!" he cried huskily, kissing her mouth fully.
Monica's emotions spun again. She smelled the heady scent of her pussy on his face, tasted her flavor on his lips. She felt the weight of his body against hers, and it was a good, comforting kind of sensation.
But most of all, she felt her quivering pussy lips fold wetly around the throbbing shaft of his cock and hold it tightly as he began to move against her and slide his prick up and down her slippery, silky twat groove.
"Oh, Burke! Oh, you're fucking me! Ohhhhh, it's wonderful!" she gasped, hugging him tightly.
He moaned, kissing her again and again. "Not fucking, honey – not really fucking," he gasped.
She didn't care what it was. She loved it. His prick sizzled back and forth over the nub of her burning clit and made her feel absolutely wild.
"Burke, I'm going to come again! I can feel that big tickling start deep inside my pussy. Ohhhhh, darling – hold me!"
They clung together. She heard him pant and gasp. She lifted her hips high and wriggled under his rubbing prick. She felt the wide, soft head of it slip to her pussy mouth and go partway inside her virginal cunt.
Her tissues stretched. There was a sharp pain. "Ah!" she cried.
Burke moaned and backed away, good to his word, even though it took all the will power he had to keep from plunging his flaming prick into the slippery, silky maw of her sweet cunt and fuck her deep.
"Honey! Baby, I'm going to come!" he gasped suddenly. "Ohhhhh, I can't believe how slippery and warm and sweet your pussy lips are around my cock! God, I'm – ahhhhhhgh!"
He growled in her ear. She felt him tremble and shudder mightily atop her. His hips bore down against hers, and his pock bucked and pulsed wildly against her throbbing clit.
Just as she lifted up and squealed in his ear and came again, her pussy tunnel sucking and squirming and begging for something more than it was getting, she felt the hot, warm spurt of his sperm.
It shot in wads from the tip of his prick. It flowed over her belly and abdomen. It made their bellies slip and slide erotically together, and she wondered what it would have felt like inside her pussy if all that sperm had gone there.