It was Spring and I had been at that seaside resort for several days now. The weather had been perfect and I was getting quite a few paintings done. There were plenty of coves and sandy beaches to explore and paint: I had even braved the water a few, short, times ! That morning I was only half-concentrating on the canvas in front of me. My landlady at the modest B & B preoccupied my thoughts; only that morning she had initiated 'a sexual act', as a court report might have described it. I was late down to breakfast and she lightly chastised me for it but prepared the meal anyway. Alone in the airy dining room we chatted easily. She was in her late 50s I'd have said, not skinny but willowy with great legs. As I ate, she tidied and talked. It was the first time we had had such a conversation. I was surprised at her candour, her life story pouring out. She occasionaly asked about my life but only to seize on an aspect to further her own discourse. She seemed pent up, anxious. Eventually I casually said,..." So Dave ( her husband) is not up to much then...", nodding upwards, towards the bedrooms. That seemed to open the floodgates...She came and sat on a chair close to me. Her legs spread and she eased her dress hem up. Gradually her stockingtops came into view, the dress kept rising...; her eyes were fixed on my face , seeking a reaction....Well, I had to look, didn't I !? The black gusset of her panties pouted attractively at the apex of her shapely thighs. I made some sort of joke, I think, to defuse the increasingly charged situation. She ignored it, plunging into a scathing attack on Dave's recent neglect of certain needs, " I mean...how does this affect you ?", her thighs spread wider on the edge of the chair, " Or maybe Dave's right..I'm past it, becoming a dried up old woman !" She didn't whip out a hankie and sob into it but her intense frustration, anger even, was undeniable. I was a bit nonplussed, to be honest. In my confusion I reached out and touched her thigh, more to offer my sympathy than a blatant sexual action. Her hand gripped my wrist and pulled my hand right in between her thighs. As my palm cupped the black gusset she whispered that her husband hadn't done that for ages...never initiated anything sexual, it always had to be her. I was pulled close , waves of sexual heat poured off her tense body. I slowly worked my middle finger against the springy bulge... " Oh don't...!," she moaned but firmly held my hand there...." Oh, that's lovely...don't stop now !" I was leaning over from my chair, half toppling off it. I twisted round and slid to my knees between her spread thighs. " Mmmmm, yes...that's it , don't stop...!" She leant back in her chair, thrusting her bum to the very edge. I was using two fingers now, stroking up and down over the black lace. " You like that, don't you!?", she suddenly said, looking down at me....I nodded and replied," But only if you do too!" At the back of my mind loomed the bulky figure of Dave; Dave and his clunking fists !" Oh yes...that's gorgeous!", she breathed, "Please don't stop...!" "What about Dave....?" my voice trailed away as she gave several loud moans.... " Don't worry, Jamie...there's no-one else in the house now !" My fingers increased their delving. Beneath the dampening gusset I could trace the outlines of her labia; I had to have a taste. My mouth touched the lace, my tongue rasping audibly over its heady surface. Her hands gripped into my tousled hair, ""Oh God !...Mmmmm....Yes, yes !" Her hips strained upwards against my working mouth. My fingers slid the gusset aside and her grizzled matted pubes sprang into view. Between her puffy labia ran a streak of rich pinkness. This opened immediately my tongue started lapping against it. Bubbly juices coated my tonguetip as it probed and lanced that tasty slit. Above the deep cleft pouted her fleshy clit hood. My pursed lips kissed and sucked gently on the rubbery nub. In my hair her sharp-nailed fingers clenched and writhed, pulling my face tighter against her crotch. I snuffled and fed on that juicy deep pussy. Inside my trousers my hard cock throbbed and oozed; I started to unzip my flies, anticipating a good hard fuck. Suddenly she hands wrenched my head up; " Oh no! It's my husband !" I heard a car door slam. She stood up quickly, yanking her skirt down and busied herself with the clearing. I staggered up from my knees, using my napkin to wipe her pussyjuice from around my mouth. When her husband breezed in I was finishing the last bit of toast and she was noisily loading the dishwasher in the kitchen. " I forgot the blasted folder for the solicitor, darling ! I'll go in this afternoon...got those things to do in the new bedroom....make us a cup of coffee, there's a good girl !" As he shot upstairs, the guilty pair exchanged relieved glances then hurriedly went their own ways . With her taste still on my lips I carried my easel and canvas out to a chosen spot on the headland. A high layer of thin cloud took the glare out of the scene and I was soon happily painting away. I was just starting to pull the tones together when I became aware of someone shouting. I had heard the sound moments earlier but assumed it was the cry of a gull. Now it became more insistent, charged with desperation. I stood up and peered over the cliff edge. I scanned the shoreline below from my high vantage point. Away over to the right a jumble of large boulders lay at the base of the cliffs. From amongst them I saw a fluttering white towel being swung to and fro. Whoever was waving it was largely hidden from view. Again, faint cries carried up to me. I hurriedly packed up the folding easel, the wet paint panel fitting neatly into the lid, and started down the precarious path. The final section was treacherous . I had had to lodge the cumbersome easel in a deep recess off the track but this lent speed to my progress. Soon I was approaching the boulder field. I called out reassurances to the person or persons in distress. Scaling a wall of rounded boulders I saw her. She had stopped the towel waving and was now lying back awkwardly against the rocks. " Oh, thank God !", she muttered as I came into view. Her towel and bag lay on one boulder. ' Good heavens', I said...' What has happened to you !' I then saw that one leg was jammed down between the rocks, a red scraping on the outside of her thigh. " Oh..it's so ridiculous...I feel such a fool...I was taking a shortcut over to the next cove...and my foot slipped off this rock and....Ooh, ouch ! I don't think anything's broken but... " She winced with pain as she tried to turn her body. " Every time I move, my foot just seems to get more wedged...!" I manoeuvred myself to where I could see her leg, thrust down between the boulders. She was wearing a one-piece swimsuit and a long loose shirt. On her head was a straw hat. She had removed her sunglasses when I appeared over the rocks and was now holding them by the frames. " Gosh , it hurts," she said.." I feel as if there's no support...my foot's still slipping." She was half-lying, twisted, most of her weight taken by a sloping rock. I managed to get right beside her but I was so off-balance myself it was difficult to work out how to extricate her. I looked along the shore for signs of more help. " Please, can't you do something...it's so....!", her voice trailed off. I could see how distressed she was... Somehow I got myself into a better postion; by kneeling on one set of rocks and using my forehead to lean on, I could reach down into the cleft almost to her ankle. Hidden projections clamped and held her and I knew it would be hard to guide her leg back out. ' Look, can you grab that overhang...there....and pull ? If you get your other foot onto that rock....you should be able to lever yourself out....I'll manoeuvre this foot...OK ? Take it slowly !' It was an awkward position and it took several goes before, gradually, I could feel her leg moving free. Hunched over, almost across her body, I struggled to maintain balance. Suddenly I slipped and my head slid right onto her warm upper thigh. She had to let go of the rock above her to grip onto my shoulder. Our bodies caved in together as we both scrabbled to get some purchase on the smooth rocks. My cheek was jammed against her gusset. In the end I had to place a palm on her bum and force myself up. This had the effect of sweeping my face along her belly until my head bumped into the overhang of her breasts. " Oh, look at us !", she laughed then winced as her leg sank back down to its former position... We had to cling together as I scrabbled to get my balance and I was forced to keep my face pressed against her black swimsuit and her big soft breasts. There was an understandable reaction inside my loose trousers ! Eventually I managed to pull away from her and reassess the situation. She was looking quite flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. 'Gosh!', she breathed, ' This isn't going to be easy, is it !' I found that by moving off to the side a little I was able to reach further down into the cleft, getting my palm right under her foot. ' Ok...let's try that again ', I said, my voice half-muffled by the rocks. I felt her shift her position and heard the effort she was making by her gasps. Slowly , with her pulling and me guiding her foot through the narrow crack we were able to free her leg at last. ' Oh, Thank God !' She sank back onto the sloping boulder, her hand gingerly feeling along her scraped thigh and calf. There was a lot of chafing but very little broken skin. On the outside and inside of her ankle there were minor cuts from which ran streaks of blood, mostly dried by now.' Mmmm...stings a bit', she winced, ' I've a bottle of water in the bag...' We moved away from the rocks to a narrow strip of dry sand further up the shore. Spreading her towel there she sat down gratefully. I could see her thighs trembling as a result of the exertions of keeping that awkward position for so long. Using a handkerchief and the water I gently cleaned the wounds, binding the material tightly round her ankle afterwards. ' That's grand', she said,smiling down at me ' I cannot think what I'd have done if you hadn't seen me....My name's Paula, by the way....you are...?' 'Jamie', I replied, plonking myself down on the towel beside her. ' I was painting, up there... on the clifftop...Yes, it was lucky I saw you ! You got out of that lightly, I guess....are you a stranger here too?' ' Oh, no....It's so silly really, I know this place like the back of my hand...I have a holiday cottage nearby and I try to come to the beach everyday when I'm here. Just shows you what a moment's carelessness can do! !' We were sitting close , side by side. There was a brief , awkward silence then we both turned to look at one another. Impulsively she reached a hand up to my head, pulling it towards her. ' That's for being my knight in shining armour !' It was a brief kiss but warm and full on the lips. She pulled back, a puzzled expression on her flushed face. ' You're married, aren't you !' It was more of a statement than a question. 'Er...no! What makes you say that !!' Her fingers brushed over my cheek and lips then she pressed her nose closer. ' I can smell...taste her..your wife ?!' Before I could respond her lips were back, lighter this time and moving off my lips to my cheek then back.. ' My God ! You ...picking that up....that's amazing !' Her hot moist mouth worked over my lips and cheeks. ‘ Who is she, then? Come on, own up ! It’s been awhile since I’ve tasted such rich pussy…!’ I pretended to be shocked but spilled the beans anyway. ‘Your landlady, eh ? And you didn’t get to…you know ? You’re a fast worker, I must say !’ ‘ I’m a fast worker ?!… What about you ?! ‘ ‘It must be the sea air’, she said, ‘I always feel so randy when I’m down here !’ ‘ So, you’re on your own then ?’, I stroked my hand over hers , feeling her occupied ring finger. ‘ Yes, I am married but…kids, too…it doesn’t mean…’ Her face clouded a little as she tried to find the words… ’Look’, I said,’ Let’s not ….’ I twisted my body around to hers, my hand gripping her upper arm. I pulled her close and kissed her .Our mouths gradually relaxed together, opening to our probing tongues. One hand holding the back of her head I slid the other off her arm to cup her left breast. Giving it a gentle squeeze I waited for her reaction, ready to abort if she showed any displeasure. Deep in her throat she signaled all I needed to know. In seconds I had eased the swimswuit top down and was caressing her full warm flesh, my palm stroking down onto her rigid, textured nipple. Our mingling breath surged in hot gasps, her full lips glued to mine as our fencing tongues swam in their bath of spicy lust. I was suddenly aware that her hand was in my groin, her fingers closing around my stiffening cock. It was her turn to pause, her open eye watching for my reaction. My free hand slid off her breast, down over her belly until my fingers were stroking over the taut gusset of her swimsuit. It felt armoured, the various layers making it difficult for me to sense her hidden treasures ! Her eye shut again and I felt her press herself closer to me as her palm rubbed up and down the underside of my hidden but erecting cock. My other hand stroked up along her back and its fingers twined into her thick hair. I slowly pulled her head back, our mouths ungluing as my lips traced over her chin and onto her white throat . My hand came up from her crotch and cupped her left breast again, raising it and her hard nipple to my mouth. ' Oh, Jamie ! Mmmmm , lovely ! Harder than that...please!' I alternated breast and nipple squeezes with deep hard suckles. Her reddened swollen teat glistened in the sunlight till it was once again drawn deep into my mouth for my teeth and tongue to continue their worship. Suddenly her body stiffened , ' Oh my God....! there's a man over there...a man and dog !' I remained hunched over her but my hand was now pulling her patterned shirt around her, hiding her boobs. ' Don't panic....we're just a couple , enjoying a kiss on the beach!' I slid my mouth back over hers. The coarse panting of the man's dog grew louder as the inquisitive mutt scrabbled over the rocks towards us. ' Toby !....come back, boy, come on !' Thankfully the animal obeyed,peeling away before reaching our position, the pair disappearing quickly around the headland. ' That was close ', she smiled as we broke our kiss at last. She looked over past my shoulder and shrugged. 'There are a lot more people here now.' The high cloud had burnt off and we could see figures all along the shore, their holiday voices carrying on the light breeze. ' We could always go back to my cottage', she said, looking intently at me ' Are you sure ?' ,I replied, searching her eyes for reassurance, 'I mean...I don't go arou......' Her finger stopped me, then her warm mouth. I held her close. Then I stood up and helped her to her feet. She winced as her injured leg struggled for mobility. ' It'll have bound to have stiffened a bit.....!' We looked at each other and burst out laughing ! 'Oh, wait..my easel ! I'd better retrieve it. I'll meet you over there , on the valley track, OK ? No more falling into rocks, mind !' Having waited for her to set off, I made my way back to the cliff path. As I climbed I wondered if any of this was actually happening. My mind went back to the breakfast encounter with my landlady; one such sexy incident was one thing...now this ! And Paula, was she really in the habit of entertaining strange men at the drop of a hat....? My brain awhirr ,I made my way to the cliff top. From there I saw her waving to me. She had reached the safety of the dunes and was slowly making her way towards the carpark at the bottom of the valley. I began the long descent down the slope of the hill and found Paula sitting on a grassy bank in the shade of some trees. Her big eyes looked up at me from below the rim of her hat. As I sat down beside her she flicked the hat off and opened her arms. The naturalness of her action was reassuring and thrilling. I held her again, our lips urgent and tight. ' I don't usually do this, I'll have you know !', she whispered when we came up for air. I stroked her hair off her forehead, ' Of course you don't ...neither do I !' She gave a great 'Tut'...'So, tell me more about your landlady then...you Don Juan ,you!' It was an enjoyable stroll up the lane to her cottage; we walked, my arm around her, her hat having to be carried as the brim kept hitting my shoulder. Her cottage was set back from the lane, sheltered by trees. Its rough whitewashed walls told of its age. In front was a small stone-flagged area, studded about here and there with plants in pots. She led the way into a narrow little passageway. Through a glazed door at the far end I could see a sunny garden. Paula dropped her bags and hung her hat on a peg then turned, arms out again, smiling up at me. I embraced her tightly, loving the urgent warmth of her in my arms. We kissed, not fiercely but tenderly and long. My hands slid under the long shirt to stroke over the slinky swimsuit, cupping her sexy bum, fingers slipping under the material to feel her cool flesh. “ I prepared a jug of sangria this morning” , she said, when we finally broke our kisses, “ At the time I thought ‘I’ve made far too much of this’…. ‘ now I know why I did ! Isn’t it strange, I often do things like that…I often wonder if I am psychic, you know !” “ How fascinating ”, I replied…” I’m afraid I can’t match you on that score..I go about life completely and utterly lost, everything that happens …just happens …good and bad !” “ And what do you think our meeting has been ?…Good, I hope !” She went into the small kitchen , telling me to go out into the garden. “ There’s a swing seat…it’s still a bit musty from the winter storage , you’ll find some throws on the line. Are you hungry ? I’ve got salady things, cheese, cold meat…that be OK for you? “ “That sounds great, Paula ! I’ll give you a hand…” I went over to the seat with its awning and moved it around to face the sun. I draped the colourful throws over the seat and back. Then I had a quick look around, finding a corner of the garden from where there was a view of the sea. It really was an idyllic situation. I shook my head, waiting for the bubble to burst. When it didn’t , I went back towards the cottage. Paula came out with a large tray of food, “ The sangria’s in the fridge and glasses and plates are on the counter.” I carried these out on a tray to the table. Paula had poured us both a drink, “ Slàinte !” “ Ah, yes…Skol !” , I replied, our glasses clinking…. ”Mmmm, that is so refreshing “,Paula put her glass down and hurried indoors…” Stay there, won’t be a minute !” I sat back on the seat and swung gently to and fro in the sun. Closing my eyes for a few moments was a mistake…I felt I could just drift off. Then a shadow fell across me and I peered up. Paula was back. She was wearing a patterned version of her shirt that morning. As she moved to sit down beside me the one button that fastened it allowed the lower portion to part . “ I’ve taken the swimsuit off..it was sopping wet and I hadn’t even been swimming ! “ Her mischievous eyes looked for the penny to drop. I laughed ..” Why you naughty little….!”, I reached to cuddle her and she moved close, her hand flicking her garment off her thigh. Below her pale belly pouted a triangle of soft red satin. In repetition of an earlier action she gently took my hand and pressed it there. I growled, my other hand sliding up to grip her hair, forcing her head back for a deep hot kiss. As our lips touched I let my fingers flex and delve into the heat of her spread crotch. The red satin was elastic and pliant and soon I was tracing the outlines of her plump labia. Warmth and wetness were the first sensations that accompanied my explorations. Her hips pushed back against my hand. I let my thumb swirl over the fleshy nub of her clithood. My fingers pushed the increasingly wet material deeper into her cunt which had now flowered wide under my pressure. This revealed soft pubes either side of her slit. I stroked over these, matting them down with her own leak. Then I wormed a finger right inside her wet hot hole, letting it caress and delve amongst her slippery folds. She moaned into my mouth, her hand sliding around my body as she pressed herself tight to me. Her hand quickly found the hard shape of my erection as it lengthened in my trousers. I pushed her back into the seat and slid down between her open legs. I heard her intake of breath as I eased the panties aside and my mouth kissed her wet cunt and my tongue started to lick over her slippery labia. She tasted so hot and spicy...Mmm, what were little girls made of ?.....and her warm sugary sap was runnning freely...so everything was nice ! My tonguetip fluttered over her hooded clitoris and her squirming hips told me I was hitting the spot. I felt her hands on my head, her sharp nails scrunching into my hair as she strove to control my movements. Moving in gentle circles my mouth explored every millimetre of her exposed sex. I savoured the moist textures, from the shiny pink folds of her delicate interior to the more fissured plumpness of her cuntlips. I sucked and nibbled these deeply, pulling them out and releasing with loud slurps.Her wet pubes rasped under my tongue strokes and I thrust right down onto her puckered arsehole, making her bum bounce on the swaying seat. I slid a palm up over her belly to push a heavy breast up off her heaving chest. Digging a thumb in under her erecting nipple I then worked the pink suckle-pad and teat between finger and thumb. She caressed her other breast, her hand mirroring my action until I pushed my other hand up, using both hands to grip and squeeze her big pale tits together. From my vantage point, down between her thighs, her stiff nipples punctuated the enticing horizon of those rounded curves . I watched her fingers flick over the erect stubs. Then she pulled one higher, towards her mouth. Her wet pink tongue dabbed over the delicate teat before her full mouth sucked it deeply. Her lips pulled back so I could see her hard white teeth gripping the reddened nipple. All the while my mouth and tongue continued to lick and delve into her tasty pussy. Without breaking contact from my juicy feast, I had been starting to undress myself, slipping my shoes and socks off then unbuckling my belt. I somehow shimmied out of my trousers; my precum-loaded briefs were stuck wetly to my pulsing erection but I shed them as quickly as I could. Freed from their constraint, I felt my balls shift in their hairy sac as it sagged under their potent weight. I rubbed a fist around the slippery glans; I was aching to fuck Paula now. Her hands had let go of my head and were reaching down, popping my top shirt button . I had to sit up and wriggle free of this last garment. In doing so I my proud cock was exposed to her hot gaze. Her hands reached for it; I shuffled fowards, pressing my balls against the seat of the couch. Hmmm, my kneeling stance was too low. I felt her palms stroke around my slippery knob as I looked around for something to place under me......a fat bodyboard propped up against a shed caught my eye. Moments later I was positioning it , covering its unyielding surface with a large towel. Paula smiled up her approval as I was now able to lightly stroke the underside of my glans over her sleek pussylips. Her hands framed her pussy, drawing herself open for me. I stroked my slimy knob all over her sexy wet folds, pushing it around, under and over her spiked-up clit. Her thighs shifted, working her calves around behind me. Using my thumb I pressed the fat purple glans into her syrupy wound. Her hips thrust up, seeking to catch more of it. I let it penetrate her cunt just a little more before withdrawing and smearing the fresh coating of her slippery juice around her honey-flaps...I was light-headed with lust for this beautiful, sexy woman. I gripped the swaying lounger, pushing it gently back and forth. Paula's hand was pressing down on my slippery knob and keeping it in contact with her pubes and gaping cunt. The stimulation in my aroused nerve-ends was sheer bliss. Her fingers flicked my hard cock side to side over her mons as the lounger moved. Then I eased my hips right back; she pushed the bloated glans deep down into her wet slit. I let the lounger swing back towards me, Paula's weight driving my cock into her cunt. Her hands pulled herself wider and she scrunched herself forwards, eager to see her tight hole impaled on my meat. I stopped the lounger, just my glans inside her. Her face was close; she looked up with her big beautiful blue eyes sparkling, 'Oh, Jamie ! that feels soooo nice....!' Her hands came up and held my head. We kissed fiercely, passionate mouths feeding juicily together. I pulled the lounger harder, feeling my cock sink millimetre by millimetre further into her hot wet sheath. Then , pushing and pulling by degrees I was finally fully inside her, my balls nestling in her deep anal crease. She broke our kiss to gaze down; my pubes mashed against her mons: 'Oh god !',she whispered . I squeezed and bloated my cock inside her, I'd never felt it so rigid before. We clung once more, the awkward position no hindrance to our lust. Still pushing and pulling the lounger with one hand I let my other hand find a hanging breast. Her soft skin under my caressing palm fuelled my excitement.Then my thumb was stroking over her turgid teat, a finger joining it to grip and pull and twist. Her gasping mouth bit onto my lip, drawing blood. The lounger creaked and swayed alarmingly as I increased the movements. Paula's tightness at one point nearly pulled me right over as I pushed the seat too vigorously. We had to break our kiss, fighting to regain equilibrium. Both laughing, her inner walls clenching around my buried cock. I said 'Let's get you onto the ground..!' Without breaking contact I pulled her into a tight hug and eased her towards the edge of the lounger. It swayed even more wildly; she had to plant her feet on the ground but, with her weight almost fully in my lap ,I was able to draw her right off the seat. It shot back with a creak and we somehow manoeuvred ourselves sideways onto the bodyboard. Paula lay half on it with myself arched over her, my cock still inside her .The lounger jostled back against us, the loose throw tumbling over Paula's head. Eventually , by laborious undignified crab-like movements we were able to get Paula's body onto the towel and ourselves away from the swaying lounger.Then I sank gratefully onto her warm white body, my weight on my elbows as I cradled her head in my hands. My squirming hips plunged my cock tightly into her as she raised her legs high, her calves hooking around my back. Kissing her chin, my lips moved over her face until her hands locked my head and our mouth resumed their feasting.Slow fucking movements occupied our lazy hips, timing our thrusts to each other's then deliberating going out of sync so that the friction sparked up fresh firing in nerve-ends we never knew we had ! Gripping Paula's wrists I pinned them to the ground above her head. With my toes deep in the lush grass taking my lower body weight I stroked my cock long and fast and deep into her squelching cunt.My bowing back worked vigorously. She had let her thighs flop down and now spread them wide.My curving prick sawed juicily into her body, the energetic movements making her heavy breasts sway and roll sexily on her chest . She was pushing her hips up, her clenching bumcheek-action forcing her pussy to grip my pistoning shaft even tighter. I couldn't keep that up for long and gratefully rested my weight on my knees , panting heavily. She looked up at me from under hooded eyelids; her dewy mouth whispered, " Do you want me on top now, Jamie ?' I sank my full weight back onto her, searching for more kisses. One of my thumbs skidded in the wetness of an armpit, I moved my face there, to breathe in her sexy spicy sweat. I licked onto the hint of stubble, her rich taste making my penis throb inside her. Bodies hugging tightly, I rolled us right over till I was on my back. There was a bit of an undignified scrabbling but Paula was soon sitting up, impaled on my spike. She placed her palms on my shoulders, leaning forwards so that her hanging breasts could just brush across my chest. Her gorgeous blonde curls framed her flushed face. Silhouetted against the sky , she moved her body steadily back and forth, my cock locked inside her wet cunt. I stroked my hands all over her thighs, flanks then caressed her belly and breasts. My thumbs and fingers latched onto her swollen nipples. Her breath hissed but she continued to ride, squirming herself down harder onto me. I began thrusting upwards, then my falling hips drawing my cock out till the flare of my glans prevented total escape. Slamming hard up into her I savoured every rippling surface of her clinging sheath. Her hands had slid off my shoulders onto the grass by my head. Her head hung low, her groaning mouth telling of her arousal. I raised my head to kiss her, increasing my fucking strokes. Her hands twined my hair, locking our faces together as we strove to achieve total union. Then her mouth was slipping off mine, her moans and insistent half-words telling me how close she was. Possessed, in the grip of primaeval urges, we coupled like animals under the hot sun. Pawing and clinging, we fought and tore. I couldn't feel my cock, so anaesthetising the friction of that furious fuck. My balls flapped, her breasts smacked onto my raised face ; my hands slipping now on the fuck-sweat that suddenly burst out of her hot skin. Deep in her throat came the longed-for, 'Oh Jamieee!..I'm co..mm...ingnnngg.!' I tried thrusting faster but her screwing, bouncing hips made it difficult to time my strokes.... Then I felt them, the gripping spasms, the rippling waves as her sheath convulsed and seemed to strive to snap my cock in two. I had to hold still, to ride the manic jerking movements of her orgasmic release. Her short, harsh panting breath blasted down my cheek as she fell forwards onto me. Her sticky warm breasts glued themselves to my heaving chest. I slid my hands around her, cupping her trembling bumcheeks. She gave several deep yearning squeezes around my upspeared cock. Experiencing a woman's cum like that is always so arousing for me; I began thrusting....her tightness and dead-weight providing a wonderful stimulation all along the length of my slippery shaft. She gave my face a shower of wet kisses, finishing in one deep French kiss that took me over the edge. I tried to cry out her name, sobbing with desire....somewhere beneath the bulb of my glans the trigger was pulled. A few last frenetic thrusts, then I slammed upwards and held still. The first juicy hot blast seared my tubes; my balls liquidised in a sudden flush of red-hot pleasure-pain. The white magma squirted violently up my quivering length and blasted over her cervix. She gave a moan of delight as she felt that warm potency suffuse through her whole belly. Her hips squirmed down eagerly on me. Still rigid, I pulled my cock back and thrust several more times. The reward was another mind-numbing spurt, another packet of boiling spunk being spat out of my gaping red-eye to mix with the churning mixtures of our juices. Still mouth to mouth, we were light-headed with lack of oxygen, living off each other's lust until the crisis was over. I kept fucking steadily, still able to deliver creamy squirts high up inside her greedy cunt. But all too soon I felt the dreaded signs, the softening in my once proud erection. I had to jam myself high, pulling her down onto me, locking us together as the fierce spurts died gradually to feebler pulsing . Her swollen cuntlips held me in a vice-like grip until my slack balls had nothing more to give. We lay in a sweaty, happy, moist embrace, too tired to kiss. My face full of her matted curls, her cheek against my neck I cuddled her close, not wanting to ever let her go.