An evening out to remember

"Ready, John?" Rachel calls out from behind a bush, excitement clearly evident in the tone of her voice.

"Hang on a second!" You shout in reply from the overgrown foliage that hides the entrance to your lover's childhood secret garden, and the location of your latest session of passionate fucking with the gorgeous brunette. Closing the door to the secluded garden proves to be a lot more difficult than expected, due to how heavy the door is, the amount of resistance provided by the overgrown foliage, and of course the rigors of spending the majority of the day-not to mention the previous evening- having wild passionate sex with Rachel. As wonderful as it is constantly pounding the gorgeous nympho that is the woman that you love as hard as you can, the exertion of doing so can take it out of a person even if they have as much stamina as yourself. With a loud thud the heavy metal door closes, and you throw the latch shut, sealing the garden off from the world once again, although you silently vow that you'll be making Rachel blissful screams reverberate around the forest as you fuck her hard and fast again sometime in the near future. Perhaps the next time Rachel and yourself come to her family villa you can do the same with Katie as well.

With that happy thought in mind you carefully plot your way out of the overgrown foliage, carrying two bags which contain the remnants and subsequent packaging from your picnic, as well as the top and skirt Rachel wore when entering the woodland area, which she discarded upon arriving at the secret garden.

"Ok, I'm ready!" You call out upon taking a few steps in the general direction of the holiday home, awaiting the dramatic reappearance of the stunning brunette.

Almost instantly you can here the sound of bushes rustling, followed by footsteps coming your way. The strangely satisfying sound of a twig snapping about thirty feet behind you, prompting you to turn around. Greeting your eyes is the incredible image of Rachel jogging towards you clad only in her revealing black bikini top and bottoms, reminding you very much of the slow motion scenes of the beautiful lifeguards running along the beaches to help some mope in distress from the 'iconic' show Baywatch.

Keeping her expression as neutral as possible Rachel channels her inner CJ Parker, or Lani Mckenzie as she continues jogging towards you. Unlike the bevy of beautiful women such as Pamela Anderson or Carmen Electra who had been crushes of many an adolescent males during that period Rachel is not wearing the iconic piece of red swimwear that is as legendary as the babes that wore it. Rachel's impressive and ever expanding collection of bikinis, and revealing outfits sadly lacks the red swimsuit, but you vow that you will rectify that in the near future, and perhaps purchase an additional one for a certain blonde who will be coming to stay over the following weekend.....

A grin spreads itself across Rachel's breathtakingly beautiful face upon her noticing your stumped reaction to her appearance, more specifically the spectacular sight of her huge breasts bouncing around inside her black bikini top with every step that she takes, and her semi erect member doing something very similar inside her skimpy bottoms, a garment clearly not designed not to contain a cock, especially one the size of that Rachel is packing. Yep, the company definitely outdid themselves when designing that black little number.

When Rachel eventually catches up to you she damn near dazzles you in the dim lighting- due to the vast canopy of trees above you- with the biggest smile imaginable on her lovely face. You think that the show is over, but Rachel proves you wrong by flashing one of her trademark filthy winks, and continues to jog past you towards the edge of the forest and her family's holiday home. As you watch Rachel slowly jog away, your gaze latches onto the back of her bikini bottoms, which in all truth is little more than a string of black material that separates her buttocks, rather than covering her big firm glutes which are swaying and bouncing with each step, drawing a throaty groan of "Fuck!" from your mouth. CJ Parker and the rest of the Baywatch crew in their primes had nothing on the woman that you love.

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"Here it is. The Surf's Up". Rachel announces, leading you by the hand to the entrance of a traditional yet vibrant looking looking beach based bar and restaurant. "We eat here several times every time we come down here as a family. Dad is a longtime friend of Eddie the owner".

"Yes, I remember Harvey talking about it down at the breakfast table". You reply, watching people queuing up for food at the big barbeque grills, or sitting on the big benches nearby enjoying a juicy burger or two outside the restaurant's entrance. On the beach itself there are two games of beach volleyball going on in clearly laid out courts, and a game of five-a-side beach football. From the outside it appears that 'Surf's Up' is doing rather well.

"That's right!" Rachel says happily with a happy loving smile, upon your reminder that you've met her family, and made a great impression with her folks. "Shall we go inside?"

With a nod in agreement you push the door to entrance open, and hold the door for an elderly couple to exit the restaurant, motioning for your girlfriend to go in ahead of you afterwards. "Oh what a gentleman you are John...." Rachel comments as the elderly couple move past, smile and give their thanks as she moves to enter the restaurant afterwards. Just as she is about to move past you- still holding the door open- she stops suddenly, the narrow confines of the doorway means that she's very close to you, her immense breasts pressing themselves up against you, and her sweet perfume filling your nostrils. ".....as well as my gorgeous stud!" She purrs in a low seductive tone of voice.

For a moment you are worried that she's going to escalate the moment into something quite frisky, but luckily she settles for a quick peck on your lips, before pulling away and entering the restaurant, the sound of her high heels clicking on the hard wooden flooring with every step as she makes her way to the bar . After spending a couple of moments following Rachel's swaying behind with your eyes, you adjust your fresh pair of jeans slightly, and follow her inside. Drawing your gaze away from Rachel's fabulous posterior is the rather strange sight of a small stage complete with tv monitors, speakers, and a microphone.

"Hello, Eddie. Long time no see!" Rachel calls out to the man behind the bar. He is in his mid-to-late fifties, with a receding hairline, and a bit of a paunch that comes from a lifetime of fine eating. Laughter lines frame a well tanned face, which spreads into a huge smile upon seeing the buxom brunette.

"Rachel? Is that you?!" He asks in a mixture of disbelief and delight, making sure to putting down a tray full of empty glasses safely, before coming around from behind bar, and wrapping her up in a big hug. "Look at you! All grown up! How's Harvey, and the rest of the family? Are they here?" He asks, looking around the room for the dark haired beauty's folks, after releasing his grip on her.

"They are well thanks, but no they aren't here. They asked me to give you their regards" Rachel replies as she untangles from his friendly embrace, before taking a deep breath. "Eddie, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, John". She announces, pointing to you who has been standing a couple of feet behind the beautiful brunette throughout their exchange.

"Boyfriend?" The restaurant owner turns his attention to you for the first since you've entered his establishment. You notice that he's eyeing you up in a way very similar to how Rachel's father did, upon your first encounter with him a week ago. From the extremely brief interactions that you've witnessed between Eddie and Rachel, it is obvious that there is genuine mutual affection between the pair of them, which explains why he is almost sizing you up to see if you're 'good' for the woman he's known throughout her life. "Nice to meet you fella, but you're far too young to be having boyfriends, Rachel!" He says with a chuckle, before taking you offered hand in a firm grip, and shaking it vigorously.

"Eddie! It was Amy's eighteenth birthday last week!" Rachel cries out with indignation, before she flashes a mischevious look your way. "Besides I don't have boyfriends. John is all that I need".

"Amy's eighteen now? Blimey! Where has the time gone?" Eddie asks wistfully, leaving you unsure whether the restaurant owner missed the rather suggestive meaning of Rachel's declaration, or choose to ignore it. "It seems like it was only yesterday when the four of you came for this place's grand opening". He says indicating to a framed photo above the bar of a crowd of people gathered outside the Surf's Up. In the forefront of the photo is Eddie himself, and just behind him are a small crowd of people, four of which instantly draw your attention . You recognise a tall broad man with slick jet black hair, and the beautiful brunette beside him as younger versions of Rachel's parents. Standing just in front of them are two young dark haired girls, of which the taller one is flashing a smile that is missing several front teeth.

"I hate that photo! Look how many baby teeth I was missing! Bloody tooth fairy!" Rachel grumbles, her face turning rouge in embarrassment.

"Weren't you the one insisting that you and your family were placed in the centre of the shot?" Eddie chuckles softly at your lover's discomfort. "If you liked that one John, then you'll love this one!" He promises as he leads the pair of you to the stage.

Unlike the bar-which has just the one framed photograph- the wall behind the stage has well over a dozen, and an amused smile spreads over your face as Eddie points to a photo of a dark haired girl who looks about ten singing her heart out on the stage. You didn't need to see Rachel's expression-which one of sheer embarrassment- to recognise who the young girl is, and who she grew up to become.

"Back when you wanted to be the next pop princess. Who was it you loved singing her songs? Britney wasn't it?" Eddie asks with a chuckle, to which Rachel-whose face has gone to the colour of a betroot- nods with a bashful affirmative.

With a wry smile you continue scanning the photographs and find another photograph featuring your beloved. This particular photograph is a lot more recent than the other two photographs, which features Rachel sharing a duet with a certain blonde, whom the woman that you love is plotting to fuck her brains out in the near future.

"Ok, I think that I've embarrassed Rachel enough for one evening, otherwise it will be years before she will come back to visit! Shall we find you two a table?" The restaurant owner says with a warm smile, before taking your orders of drinks, and shows the pair of you to a well placed table.

As Rachel sits down at the seat opposite you, you take the opportunity to check out the buttoned up white V-necked short sleeved top that she's wearing. The simple yet elegant garment offers more than a mere hint of her huge perfect breasts, and is accompanied by a flowing black skirt that shows off her lovely long legs. In comparison to the majority of the outfits Rachel has worn since the pair of you have become a couple this outfit is her at her most conservative, yet she is as gorgeous and sexy at this precise moment as she is clad in lingerie, her catsuit, her ever expanding collection of skimpy bikinis, or-your personal favourite- her birthday suit and high heels.

Having her sitting across the table and fully clothed for the first time in well over twenty four hours has you thinking about the softness of her skin, the taste of her tongue and the feeling of her breasts in your hands. Rachel's right hand reaches out across the intimate relatively small table, and places it on top of yours squeezing it gently. Rachel catches your gaze, and the stunning brunette looks at you with complete love.

"Here you go guys. Two of our finest cocktails!" Eddie announces as he arrives at the table, placing two tall glasses onto the table, missing the naughty gleam that suddenly appears in Rachel's eyes upon hearing the word 'cocktail', and suddenly an image of the woman you love eagerly guzzling a glass of pineapple juice mixed with semen flashes into your brain.

"Thanks Eddie. Oh that's lovely". Rachel sighs contentedly upon taking a deep sip of the drink. "John makes a mean cocktail too!" She informs her family's longtime friend with a barely disguised purr, as one of her feet suddenly places itself up against your crotch.

"Well it's down to the freshness of the ingredients". The bar owner explains, to which Rachel wholeheartedly agrees, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she slowly teases your manhood with her foot underneath the table, forcing you to bite your tongue, and give your best poker face to give the bar owner any idea what the woman that he's known for most of her life is up to.

"It's open mic night tonight. It's only fitting that you have a go Rachel, since you're here. You're welcome to have a go of course, John". Eddie offers as he places a folder in Rachel's hand, displaying all of the songs on offer. As suddenly as her impromptu game of footsie began it suddenly ends, drawing a sigh of relief out of you.

You're about to politely decline Eddie's offer, but Rachel interrupts you before you can speak. "Of course he will". She declares as she riffles through the pages. "I'm thinking he will sing....... number 785".

Upon seeing the raising of Eddie's eyebrows and the naughty gleam in your girlfriend's eyes you know that you're in trouble, and vow to select a song equally embarrassing for her to sing as the one she has selected for you will undoubtedly be one that you would never in a million years have chosen for yourself ........

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"That was a lovely meal, John" Rachel says as the pair of you walk hand in hand along the soft sandy beach.

"It certainly was....." You say in agreement, favouring your lover with a loving smile. ".....great food with even better company. Although somebody stitched me up with the karaoke, and wanted to skip dessert!" You point out with a crooked grin, which in turn prompts a naughty smile from the gorgeous brunette, who holds her trusty high heels in her spare hand as you both slowly make your way barefooted across the sand towards the family villa as the sun begins to make its descent.

In between the starter and main courses Eddie had started his open mic night, and started taking volunteers-some willing and some not so- onto the stage to perform songs. It was easy to see the excitement upon Rachel's lovely mischief filled face when the bar owner had called you up onto the stage. With great trepidation you had climbed onto the stage, wondering what sort of song she had decided for you to perform. Your face had fallen, upon reading the title of the song on the screen, and hearing the opening notes. You had just enough time to catch Rachel's gaze, and mouth "just you wait!" before launching into a rendition of Right Said Fred's "I'm too sexy".

"You got your own back didn't you? You had me sing 'Horny' by Mouse T in front of somebody I've known my whole life!" Rachel counters with a rather bashful smile.

"If you start something you best be prepared for payback my gorgeous little minx". You remind the woman that you love, while giving her hand an affectionate squeeze.

"Can we come back here again some time soon?" Rachel asks hopefully, looking up at you with those beautiful eyes capable of making you agree to damn near anything if she so desired.

"To the family holiday home? I don't want to leave, Rachel! Shall we stay here forever?" You are of course joking, but the idea of abandoning your job in favour staying permanently in an picturesque beach area, eating delicious fresh fish and drinking cocktails at The Surf's Up, and spending time with-not to mention fucking- the woman that you love on a twenty four basis certainly has its appeal.

Rachel's lovely face lights up with one of her dazzling smiles of delight."Hmmm, that does sound great, but what about our home, or should I call it our 'shag-pad'? Work? Our friends? Or perhaps more importantly the rest of my outfits? I wasn't able to fit my catsuit, my sheer negligee or half of my bikinis into my case you know!" Rachel's voice had started out sweet, but was turning naughtier by the syllable.

"We can get someone to pack up and deliver the rest of them here". You reply with a lustful growl. It has been several hours since the lust filled frolics in the secluded garden, and you are craving Rachel's body like a drug addict who has gone weeks without a fix. From the way Rachel suggested that the pair of you skipped dessert at The Surf's Up it is fair to assume that she is also suffering similar withdrawal symptoms. "Scott and Lisa owe me a couple of favours".

"So you'd be happy for your best friend and his girlfriend to go rummaging through our stuff, packing up my kinky outfits and skimpy little numbers, discovering how much of a slut your new girlfriend is?" Rachel asks with her most seductive purr, eyes sparkling with mischief as she suddenly stops walking, prompting you to do the same, and turn so you're both facing each other.

You have a witty reply for her, but are only able to utter "Rachel....." before the gorgeous brunette takes a step closer and kisses you.

Rachel quickly wraps her arms around your neck, reminding you of the size of her huge breasts as she presses herself tightly against you, her pink tongue driving itself into your mouth, seeking out and subsequently colliding with your wet muscle seemingly with the aim of beating it into submission. Of course you are hardly placid in this embrace, and are kissing her her back passionately, while your hands glide down her back and pull her closer still before latching onto her incredible ass, causing Rachel to whimper with excitement as the kiss continues to intensify.

"John......." Rachel pants breathlessly as she finally ends the frantic passionate embrace, her huge breasts heaving spectacularly in her top as she sucks air back into her lungs, causing the mental image of her titanic tits destroying her top from the inside to flash through your brain. Her eyes narrow into lustful slits as she glances at something over your left shoulder.

You follow her gaze, and a naughty smile spreads across your face. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" You ask the stunning brunette, who doesn't bother answering the rhetorical question with words. Rachel instead takes hold of your hand once again and practically drags you towards the small cave at the base of the rock cliff facing forty yards away.

Once inside the small alcove Rachel places her heels and small clutch bag on the sandy floor before launching herself at you once again. "Fuck.....I've.....been.....craving.....your......cock.....since.....the.....appetizers". Rachel states, in between every word was a quick kiss, each one lasting a fraction longer than the last. "I need your dick so bad!" She says in an almost pleading tone.

"Rachel...." You whisper with a loving smile that spreads from ear to ear. ".....take off your clothes, and I'll give you the fucking that you crave so much!"

Upon hearing your promise the boob blessed brunette takes a step back so you can get a good look at her, as her fingers reach for the buttons of her top, quickly exposing more and more succulent tanned boob flesh with every button undone by her nimble slender fingers until the top is completely open, revealing her huge spectacular breasts in their entirety, and the fact that she hasn't been wearing a bra for the last few hours. The gorgeous brunette simply oozes sexuality as she thrusts out her amazing rack towards you, looking like she's dressed and ready for a professional modeling photoshoot, or the filming of a beach themed porn scene.

Rachel slowly and sensuously slides her arms out of the garment, and lets it fall to the sandy floor beneath her as she slowly pulls her skirt down her luscious long legs, revealing the big thick bulge in her racy pair of black undies which visibly throbs in its lace prison. "John,....." The gorgeous brunette calls out your name with a sensuous horny moan as her right hand slowly rubs her bulge through her panties. ".....get naked for me. I want to see your cock!"

Your hands make their way to the top button of your shirt, but Rachel calls out "SlowlyJohn. Sing your song to me.... lover!" She urges, her sweet voice thick with arousal as she continues to slowly rub her tool through her panties.

"Of course, Rachel". You reply, a grin forming across your face as you undo the top button."I'm too sexy for my love. Too sexy for my love. Love's going to leave me". Just like in The Surf's Up bar your rendition of Right Said Fred's 90's cheesy hit your eyes are locked on the woman you love, taking in the lustful expressions that are on her lovely face as you give her a show of slowly undo the buttons on your shirt. Rachel responds by slowly peeling her racy underwear down her incredible pins, freeing her rock hard cock from the confinements of a garment clearly not designed to comfortably accommodate what the busty brunette is packing.

"I'm too sexy for my shirt. Too sexy for my shirt. So sexy it hurts". You continue singing the lyrics as you finish with the buttons, and open up the shirt, showing off your toned torso to the stunning brunette, whose beautiful eyes are filled with lust as she wraps her right hand around the shaft of her cock.

"And I'm too sexy for Milan. Too sexy for Milan, New York and Japan". Whilst uttering the next set of lyrics your fingers move to the button of your jeans, and ever so slowly pull down the zip. Rachel's wrist begins to bob up and down her thick shaft, causing a wet smacking sound to repeatedly fill the cave.

"You're too fucking sexy, John!" Rachel cries out lustfully, interrupting your performance and abandoning her dick when she sees your jeans down by your ankles, revealing your grey boxers to her. The gorgeous brunette eagerly drops to her knees in the soft sand before you, with her face level with the tent in your underwear. Your hands run themselves briefly through her silky brown hair, before moving to the back of her head and gently hold her against your crotch, rubbing her achingly beautiful face all over your boxers, and the tent that is protruding painfully from the front.

Rachel responds by alternately kissing and licking the boxer shorts every time your movements bring her lips in contact with the fabric. The front of your boxers is best described as soaked in several places. How much is Rachel’s saliva, and how much is the pre-cum she has elicited from your shaft is anyone’s guess.

“John, I want your cock,” she growls, reaching into your boxers from one of the leg openings. You feel her hand on your balls, and she gently massages them as she continues to tease your straining organ through your underwear with her lips and tongue.

“You’re going to get my cock, Rachel,” You respond in a manner very similar to Rachel's lustful growl. “You’re going to get it in your ass, but right now you're going to get it in your throat!” To back up your declaration you begin to push your boxers down, but no sooner than you start to do so she grabs them with both hands and practically rips them down to your knees. Having freed your cock from its confinement the curvaceous brunette grasps it hard with one hand, and nearly impales herself with the speed in which she drives her face toward it.

"Fuck.... Rachel!" You exclaim, your knees trembling as you take in the incredible sensations you're experiencing from your raging cock being taken deep into her warm wet mouth.

Having been on her knees before you countless times since you discovered her secret, Rachel certainly knows exactly what you like, and she uses all her experience to give you best possible experience. The busty brunette's right hand is wrapped firmly around the base of your fat shaft as her mouth is working overtime in trying to take you in even better. Through the incredible pleasures she is giving you, you know that she is going to cover as much of your formidable fuck pole in her saliva to ease your journey into her bowels when you inevitably get to fuck her ass.

As you groan softly in response to your girlfriend's exquisite oral technique, your right hand softly strokes her silky long hair while her head bobs up and down your shaft. Her left hand soon slides down between her legs and grips her rock hard cock, and begins to stroke her rigid member. Hearing Rachel's muffled moans of pleasure enhances the already incredible experience for you, as you know that she's enjoying herself as well.

After another minute of exquisite cock sucking Rachel spits your cock from the warm wet cavern of her mouth, as she comes up for air. A long string of saliva connects your beefy helmet, and her tongue. As soon as the tendril of saliva breaks she pops your dong back into her mouth. This time she focuses her efforts on the bulbous crown of your member. Her talented and agile tongue darts all over your swollen cock head, certainly not neglecting your sensitive piss slit.

"Oh Rachel...." You groan softly inbetween breathless moans "....you're so good at that! You wonderful slut!"

After a few more long licks on the crown on your raging cock Rachel releases her hold on your shaft and spits your cock out of her mouth. "You've had my throat. Now for my ass!" She purrs with her most seductive purr as she rolls onto her side in the sand, facing away from you, allowing her to see the beach through the cave's entrance, before you get down behind her moments later and work your right arm in underneath her, wrapping it around her bulging tits.

“Are you going to fuck me John, or are you just after my body heat?” Rachel asks snarkily, who quickly whimpers with lust when two of the fingers of your left hand brush against the swollen lips of her smooth-shaved pussy. The whimpers turn into a sharp little cry when your digits invade Rachel’s snatch, as she pushes her hips back at you to get them further inside her, resulting in your saliva covered schlong to press itself tightly against her spectacular booty. As soaked as she is, your fingers are dripping with her juices when you pull them back out again, having pumped them in and out of her pink honeypot about half a dozen times. Holding the fingers up in front of her face, you watch as Rachel’s nostrils flare before she closes her eyes and wraps her lips around your digits, noisily sucking and licking them clean.

"You love the taste of your juicy pussy, don't you?" You say, with an adoring smile. Rachel just moans around your fingers

“You really are a dirty, horny slut, aren’t you Rachel?” To which Rachel responds with a loud sensuous moan around your digits.

“And you know what happens to dirty, horny sluts around me…” While you say this, you work your hips until the blunt tip of your cock is poking against her ass.

“Mmm, they get their asses fucked!” Rachel replies, having pulled her lips off your fingers. She rolls away from you slightly to provide you with easier access to her ass, and you use your left hand to line the business-end of your schlong up against her asshole. Due to how many times you’ve already fucked it today, it doesn’t offer you its usual amount of resistance before allowing the first few inches of your cock to slip past it.

“Fuck!” Rachel lustfully cries out as your dick impales her ass for the umpteenth time of the day. The gorgeous brunette pants and screams blissfully as you hammer your way deeper into her anal tunnel, until you’re fully entrenched inside her tightest hole.

No longer needing to use your left hand to guide your cock past Rachel’s sphincter, you reach round and place it on her member, noting with no small degree of satisfaction and absolutely no surprise that she’s absolutely rock-hard and throbbing.

"Shit! So good!" Rachel moans, and the lustful way in which she looks back at you when you wrap your hand round her dick provokes you into giving it a nice, long stroke, making Rachel twitch as she lies in front of you, her eyes closing and her face rapidly becoming more flustered Wanting to see just how good you can make her feel, you continue to jerk her cock while proceeding to fuck her ass with long, slow thrusts of your hips, your own cock soon throbbing again while Rachel moans and gasps in front of you

"Fuck me,John! Fuck my slutty arse with that big wonderful cock, you sexy Bastard!" Rachel cries out, once again seemingly set to let any other couples enjoying a romantic stroll on the beach exactly what the pair of you are up to.

In order to give Rachel the proper fucking that she very eloquently requested for you reluctantly let go of her cock, and use the now free hand to get a good grip of her narrow waist, using the new found purchase of her incredible body to begin upping the tempo of your thrusts in and out of her glorious ass.

Very soon Rachel's stiff swollen cock is slapping against her stomach due to both her state of arousal, and your pounding of her magnificent booty. Her rock hard member is constantly pouring pre cum onto her flat womanly belly, and after pausing momentarily to catch a good look at the lustful expression on her beautiful face you continue to fuck her ass with short frantic thrusts of your hips, your own cock soon throbbing again while Rachel moans and gasps in front of you.

"Fuck.....yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck your slut's dirty ass, you gorgeous stud!" Rachel shouts out, as you begin to shower the back of her neck with kisses, also throwing the occasional little nibble. Typically a man would whisper sweet nothings-or more in your case some dirty talk-in her ear, but you can only grunt darkly as your hips are almost a blur as your crotch collides against Rachel's bouncy butt cheeks again and again.

Rachel's glorious body begins to tense up in your arms, but doesn't cease to meet your thrusts into her backdoor. Despite the cooling temperature of the cave courtesy of the slowly setting sun, Rachel's magnificent form is glistening with a sheen of sweat, due to the high powered tempo of your passionate lovemaking.

"Fuck! Fuck me I....I'm so close!" Due to such a high tempo it isn't surprising that Rachel doesn’t last much longer, the throbbing of her dick becoming more pronounced, until Rachel finally screams out "Fuck! John!!" in an ecstatic wail of bliss that bounces off the walls of the cave as a long burst of jizz finally explodes out of of her pulsing cock, and goes flying several feet in front of you, landing in the soft sand.

"Oh no you don't, Rachel!" You groan into her ear with gritted teeth, desperately trying to hold back your imminent inevitable orgasm as her ass closes in around your own member to seal it in a vise like grip and clear honey flows out of her snatch onto your balls. Groaning loudly as you resist the urge to paint your lover's insides white you wrap your left hand around her pulsing member, and push it back upwards towards her, resulting in the second and subsequent ropes of her cum to shoot over her tummy and huge heaving tits.

While Rachel rides out her orgasm, blasting her load over incredible body, you continue to spear your cock in and out of her ass, whilst pumping your wrist up and down her thick cock, prolonging her climax while knowing that your own is drawing nearer and nearer.

"I'm so close, Rach!" You groan in her ear as yet another bolt of jizz from Rachel's member smacks loudly against her huge boobs.

"Cum in my ass, John! Blast my dirty slutty ass with your cum!" Rachel cries out at the top of her lungs, accompanied by a dark groan from the back of your throat as your cock erupts in her ass, blasting her insides with thick sticky jizz. "Yes!" Rachel wails ecstatically upon feeling your load being shot deep into her bowels, painting her insides white with sticky jizz.

"Wow!" Rachel whispers dreamily, breaking the comfortable silence that has descended over the cave in the aftermath of the passionate lovemaking between the pair of you. "I love you so much, John!" She says softly, craning her neck so you can see the loving expression of her weary, sweaty yet absolutely stunning face.

"I love you too, Rachel". You whisper softly in reply, planting a soft gentle kiss on her soft lips. The kiss lacks the raw passion of earlier embraces, instead a kiss of two contented lovers basking in the afterglow of an orgasm. Your gaze drifts away from your beloved's face to the moon which is rapidly rising, prompting a shiver to run through your body. "Come on my gorgeous little minx, let's get indoors....." You say as you draw back your hips, prompting a sharp little cry from Rachel as you slowly extract your manhood from the dark haired beauty's stretched, widened bung. ".....this evening isn't over yet!"

From the expression on Rachel's face she is in full agreement with your statement.