First a quick sojourn to Dreamland.

The ocean roared dully in her ears. The salty currents caressed her skin. And when her eyes opened a beautiful swirl of blues and greens stretched all the way to the horizon.

Ever since she was a little girl Priscilla had loved the beach. The salty air. The sparkling water. The clean white sand. It all more than made up for the fact that her pale skin burned like a dried-out Christmas tree.

She turned back towards the shore and began wading through the gentle surf. When the foamy brine was lapping at her thighs she spotted something else. A pair of captivating cerulean eyes. That were positively devouring her.

This was another thing she loved about the beach. The attention her bikini-clad form garnered. Call her arrogant if you want, but Priscilla knew she was a stunning woman. Beyond stunning even. And the chance to so openly flaunt her jaw-dropping form was something she enjoyed. To feel the eyes of **** men trying to memorize her every curve. And, of course, to revel in the burning jealousy of their frumpy wives. So she always made sure to bring along a few skimpy bathing suits whenever she made a trip to the coast.

But even by her standards, this particular outfit was downright slutty. It was a stringy, purple number, whose bottoms were little more than g-string and whose top was basically a pair of tie-on pasties. It would definitely get her kicked off of any public beach. But this was a private one. And right now she had an audience of one.

She put a little extra sway into her callipygian hips as she walked up to him and returned the favor. Priscilla ran her eyes over her latest, and greatest, boy toy. After her second divorce, she had given up on finding anything but a short-term fling. But that was before this man. This one had been worth sticking with. And it was easy to see why. He had a head of bouncy, golden hair above a wonderfully handsome face. In particular, he had the most enchanting eyes. And below the neck, he was just as delicious. He was tall and broad. (Though a little hairier than what she was used to. But she had come to appreciate that too.)

Admittedly he was a little smarter than she generally went for. Her preferences had drifted towards pretty-but-dumb types over the years. But now she could appreciate having someone she could actually hold a decent conversation with.

And he also had certain… compensating features.

The best of which was forming a delectable bulge in the front of his trunks. He had, to be completely candid, the perfect cock. Better than either of her husbands. Or any of her former lovers. Or any of her toys. Or anything her imagination had ever conjured. But even if his package had been underwhelming, he would still probably be the most skilled lover she had ever had the pleasure of being with.

When she finally reached him, Priscilla wasted no time. She lowered herself to their shared beach towel and straddled his hips. Eagerly, she claimed his mouth with her own. For a moment she simply allowed their tongues to wetly dance together. But before too long she reached between them and untied the drawstring on his shorts.

He caught on quickly. With trained ease, he slipped the obstructing garment down his legs. While he did, she decided to give him a reward. She untied her top. Tossing it aside and freeing her prodigious breasts of their minimalistic coverings.

There would be time to be coy. To wink, and flirt, and tease. But not now.

And there would be time for foreplay. To enjoy his talented tongue and fingers. Or to indulge in the strangely wonderful feeling of his thick shaft between her pillowy tits. But it wasn’t time for that either.

When the two had locked eyes a familiar, primal flame had ignited. One they would need to satiate before they could do anything else.

Undoing the paired knots, Priscilla discarded her thong. Even that much modesty was just an unnecessary hindrance now. She leaned back slightly, running her womanhood along the underside of his massive cock. It was just as she remembered. Hard, veiny, and positively throbbing with need. She hoped he could feel that she felt the same need.

But she couldn’t wait any longer.

She lifted herself up, positioning him at her soaking entrance. Her insides gave a little flutter, eager to feel him inside her again. So she went for it. In a single, graceful movement she lowered her hips until she had fully sheathed him within her. It was something she had been unable to do when they had first slept together. But now she had mastered this monster between his legs.

Priscilla took a second to simply marvel at how full she felt with him inside her. But as wonderful as it was, she wanted more. She began to rock her hips gently at first. Then with more and more vigor until she found a pace fast enough for her.

And as usual, he didn’t just sit idly by. His large, strong hands drifted to her hips. Before slipping around to her backside. He cupped and massaged the jiggling globes. Even giving her a playful swat. He could never help himself. He was such an ass man at heart.

But he didn’t stop there. This exquisite man beneath her craned his head forward and captured one of her rosy nipples with his mouth. He licked and suckled the sensitive nub before pinching it lightly between his teeth. Sending jolts of wildfire through her body.

It was all too much. Even though it had probably only been a minute or two, Priscilla could already feel herself approaching the edge. Her lover took great pride in never once failing to make her cum before he did. Usually even before he put his dick inside her. And she had been more than fine with that.

Until now. For some reason, her own pride reared its head. And if she was going to orgasm, Priscilla was damn well taking him with her.

She lifted her knees from the towel, balancing herself on the balls of her feet instead. Her hands lay flat against his chance, pinning this giant beneath her. And she fixed him with her most sultry look.

Priscilla was going to remind him exactly why he chose her.

Her hips bucked wildly. She rode him like a wild woman. Moaning like a cock-starved whore and grunting like a beast, all while a wet slapping filled the air around them. For a moment he worried that her plan backfired. She was racing for the precipice, and there was simply no chance of holding back anymore.

But then she heard it. His telltale grunt. He began to twitch within her. And just as her own orgasm crashed into her, Priscilla felt the blast of his warm seed flood her core.

Wave after wave of indescribable pleasure washed over. And blast after blast of cum was fired straight into her womb. Priscilla threw her head back, wailing like a banshee. She would let the heavens above know just how good this felt.

And that was when her eyes snapped open.

In a split second, she was no longer on a private beach. Instead, she was in bed. Positively soaked from head to toe in sweat. Except for her panties. Those were soaked with something else entirely. Her loins were ablaze with unquenched lust.

But she couldn’t think about that now. This was hardly her first sexual dream. It wasn’t even the first time she had dreamed of doing it on the beach (it was a personal fantasy of hers.) But what was different was who had been there with her.

“What the fuck?” She asked no one in particular.

She sat up, trying to piece together exactly what was going on. That’s when she noticed something else. Two matching wet patches had appeared on the front of her nightdress. Ones she hadn’t seen since she had her daughter all those years ago.

“What the fuck!?”