"Jeff… Jeff… we mustn't, darling…" she bad pleaded, suddenly aware that all sense of control was getting away from both of them.

"Why…? Why…?" he moaned, moving his finger upward between the moist, fleshy lips of her hair-lined vulva, tracing through the warm pink flesh to the tiny bud of her clitoris and teasing the enshrined sensitive sprout into immediate hardness.

"Oooohhh," she had moaned, raising his face to her own between her hands and locking her lips wetly to his, her tongue darting into his mouth even as her thighs separated further in unwitting invitation to his hand.

She hardly heard the metallic whisper of his zipper… hardly was conscious of anything but the overwhelming joy-filled transport of the moment… until she felt the sudden hot, naked hardness pressing against the soft flesh of her exposed thigh. Even then, there was a blank moment while it registered in her fevered brain. His prick! He had taken it out and was pressuring its long bluntness tight against her smooth flesh. He groaned into her mouth as his finger slipped down through her wet pussy and probed at the mouth of her vagina, sending further spasms of rippling pleasure coursing through her, momentarily anesthetizing her.

The huge, hot throbbing of his penis against her leg jarred her back to reality. She arched her neck and began negative movements with her head, clenching her teeth to him as she moaned an audible, "No… No… No… Jeff!"

Suddenly, he took her hand and wrapped her fingers his cock, holding it there briefly while the first shock of its strange feeling to her touch passed. She didn't fight it, but instead, found herself squeezing gently, letting her sense of touch convey its message to her brain. It was immense. She'd never had any idea of their size and a slight twinge of fear caught at her belly.