It had been a normal day in sub-tropical Africa. I had gone to work after waking early and being sent off by my 70 year old landlady with a ‘morning glory’ and a shower. In the evening I arrived back a little tired from a hot day in the city to find ‘her’ in a commanding mood. She had prepared supper and it was simmering. She suggested the pool, which seemed like a very good idea. She was / still is a large, proud, honest woman every inch of her is WOMAN; she is a little heavy in a conventional way. It was obvious that the ‘morning glory’ earlier in the day hadn’t been enough for her and, in the pool, she took off her costume and mine before getting us out and throwing a towel round each of us, and taking me into the bedroom. There she literally enveloped me; I seemed to be surrounded by her. Were it not for the activity in the morning I might have spoiled it all by not managing much more and cumming there and then than this but as it was .. .. .. She was always responsive but this time, after a very short interval, she was quivering, leaking and rumbling in what was obviously a continuous orgasm. She seemed to demand little of me beyond being there to hug, touch and be available to stimulate every sexual area she had. ‘Aroused’ doesn’t in any way describe what happened. Her orgasm seemed endless and very fluid indeed. Before long the room reeked of fresh sex and our bodies. As this went on, I must have gone into some sort of a trance. I remember her ‘saving’ the main event for later and using my thigh to keep herself going while playing with me I remember her covering my face with her sex and gripping my head with her thighs, rumbling all the while; I remember her taking and flooding my face as her excitement seemed to squirt in every direction. She then kissed me and licked her own scent off my face while still rumbling away. She demanded that I kiss and lick her armpits, which I found delightful, intoxicating, I moved to back to her sex and got soaked again. Eventually of course I had the orgasm of a lifetime, huge bursts covering her body with cum and watching her massaging it into herself to enhance the feeling and scent of it; but even this wasn’t enough for her and she raised the dead somehow and rode me, screaming and actually almost hurting me with her energy and enthusiasm as she gripped and held me in with her legs round my waist and her arms locked behind me as she hung on for what seemed like her dear life. Our sweat made this holding very necessary. My second orgasm was very complete and right inside her. I passed out for a few seconds and this brought her back to Earth. I woke up with her looking down at me anxiously. He sweat was dripping from her nose, chin, breasts and armpits. Of course it all ended as these things do, with both of us in a hell of a state and the supper burned. She was often enthusiastic but that particular time something made her ‘lose it’ completely. It even frightened her a bit; and she was drained and de-hydrated for a day or so afterwards. She said it was worth it though.