Jamaican Heat [M/F; black older f] | 2016

Been lurking a while, but thought it might finally be time to post up one of my own. Hope you enjoy.

After making friends with a resident, Jamaica seems to have become my family's holiday spot of choice to which we went to on a yearly basis during the summer. As a tyke barely into my teens, I didn't have any complaints since it let me enjoy the beaches and generally run around like I couldn't in our smaller home. By the time of our second visit, the guest house which my parents had decided to establish themselves in, had gotten a new general helper called Joan. She was pretty I suppose, though for the first couple of days, I only remembered her as the lady with the nice smile and not much more. A few days before we were due to leave, my interests changed.

It wasn't anything spectacular or complicated though; just me being over-adventurous at the time and wandering into places I probably wasn't supposed to be, whereupon I stumbled onto Joan having a shower under a running hose. I was tempted to peek, but was scared out of my wits and didn't want to get caught. The image of her body stayed with me for days and largely because of that little incident that I discovered masturbation.

Skip forward a few years and the recession made things really hard, so we stopped going. Joan had become a nice remembered half-fantasy, only occasionally remembered. I had an awkward loss of my virginity in the interim that left me sexually insecure, but met a nice older lady afterwards who helped restore my confidence (maybe a story for another time). Moving some more years forward closer to the present in 2013 and I was 25. By then my father had let me in on the family business and I was doing okay for myself as an individual.

I figured I could probably use a break and was assaulted by a wild idea of doing a return to Jamaica. Joan wasn't my biggest thought though (certainly I had a few wild thoughts, but figured she had moved on and that would be that), mainly feeling nostalgic. I checked in with Greg (dad's old friend in Jamaica), and though the numbers had changed, I was able to get in contact and fix up a two week stay by an online tour operator. It was pretty nostalgic to see the old place had grown into a proper business since then. Greg seemed to remember me well enough, calling Molly (his wife) and his staff members to come and see who had decided to pay them a visit. As it turned out, Joan was still working there. I had to do my darnest best to keep my face straight and not look like a goofy brat caught with his pants down.

Joan was a bit tall for a woman, able to match my modest 5' 9". She's not the sort of woman everyone will find beautiful - unless she's smiling, her face is a bit severe; she's a good deal darker than fashion magazines like to portray most black women, her hair is un-straightened, and her nose prominent. Even so, I (still) found her to be gorgeous, and not being an awkward teen anymore, my brain was fully cognisant of all the nuances at play, prompting a straining erection for which I was grateful for wearing a fanny pack. She had put on a few pounds since I last saw her, and her stomach wasn't as flat as a I remembered, though it didn't bother me in the least.

After the initial excitement, things reduced to the unexciting pace of a sedate weekend, which in no way matched what I wanted in my mind. Contrary to my plans, I spent most of my time lounging around at the guest house, chatting with Greg, his wife, and his staff (and thus Joan). I could say, her schedule didn't leave her with a lot of free time, but to myself I knew I was just chickening out at the thought of upping the ante – apart from being black and with a few years on me, she wasn't the unsophisticated person I seemed to have mistakenly formed the impression of over the years. By the end of the first week, I realised it was likely I was just going to waste away my vacation on wishful thinking which was depressing in itself.

It was thanks to a chat with Mary (another one of the workers) that a chance sprang to mind. As it were, her mother was sick and she had to take a day off to take care of her, leave Joan to fill in for her. I figured it would be a great chance to get meaningful chat in with her, but the bitter little realist in me scoffed that it was going to be just that - a talk that would amount to nothing whatsoever. Another thought crossed my mind that had me licking my lips nervously. By morning the next day, I was still a bit tired, having not slept very much from debate. Standing in front of the mirror, buck naked, I was assessing how confident I was feeling then about my little plan. I'm healthy and have very little body fat, but I still don't have that nice toned look that I otherwise wanted.

I was still so occupied when the knock on the door came that sent dread and excitement through me in equal measure. I decided I was going to do this. I was making my way over to the chair that I had prepared; a spot that would give me a view of the slightly opened cabinet window that would let me see the reflection of the door behind me. The lock to the door tumbled open and Joan's loud, "Housekeeping sir" filled the room and I thought shit. Short of getting in bed and pretending to be asleep, there was no way I could pretend not to have heard it, and if I did that, there was no way I would get to put my little exhibitionistic plan into play. I remember the cold sweat beading my back as my plans had been thrown awry. It was then that I spotted by ipod.

Making a beeline for it as quickly as I could, my heart skipped a bit at the sound of glasses being rattled before I realised she must be picking up some things in the living room. Jamming the earphones into my ear, I delicately tried to sit down, putting one leg on the arm rest to raise my hips a bit. The rattan chair betrayed my movement and my heart was in my throat when there came an uncertain "Sir?" For a moment I didn't think I'd be able to go through with it and it was a miracle I had actually managed to maintain a semblance of an erection.

Since I didn't have any music playing, I could hear the knock on my door and another query for me. My jaw felt tight from the stress of keeping it shut and I was sweating coldly then. Deciding to put things into play, I started jerking slowly, fearful I'd lose my hard-on at any moment. The door clicked open and I watched the uncertain reflection of it opening through the cabinet window. Another "Sir?" accompanied this. I took some deep breaths, pretending to be in the heat of things. As expected, by the time door opened enough for her to look uncertainly inside and see what I was doing, she was taken aback. Please don't scream was going like a droning mantra in my head. To her credit, she didn't and must have come to the conclusion I wasn't aware of her as I didn't hear any sound from her.

I still wish I could have seen the expression on her face, but I had figured a mirror too risky, so all I had to go on was the indistinct reflection. But I could see that she was backing away slowly, and I could hear the wooden floor creaking. Since it was already happening, I decided to swallow some of my fear and get to it, increasing the tempo. I winced at the first groan of pleasure I gave, since it sounded artificial to my ears, but I think I managed the next one better. I was exhilarated that even after a few seconds of this, she still hadn't disappeared. The exhilaration of triumph and that what Joan was seeing must not have been repellent to her to cause her to back out instantly, finally allowed me to lose some of my hesitation and get a more natural rhythm, pumping my shaft in earnest, occasionally teasing the underside of my swollen head, and working the precum I was leaking into in glistening lube. It must have been only a minute or so, though it felt much longer, but by then my deep breathing and groaning was more genuine.

Joan's silhouette was still there, if moving away very slowly. My oversexed mind decided it had to let her know I was doing this for her. Even so, my lips were quite dry when I groaned out her name, preceded by a lusty curse. It was a bit more then I could handle and I had to close my eyes and try and work my courage back to continue at my former zest. When I opened my eyes again and sought the reflection, all my enthusiasm drained to see I was looking at an empty doorway. The little voice in the back of my tsk-ed that I had blown it. I could only lie there like an idiot with my cock in my hand, not able to even find the energy to even move than allowing my head to recline. Was I even going to be able to look at her anymore? I had a lot of scathing criticisms for myself at that moment.

I took another glance at the cabinet window. The empty doorway still greeted me, but then I froze. It was uncertain for a moment, but then the slight shadow at the edge of the door moved. Shit. Fuck. She was still there, and my heart was hammering again. I looked down at my cock and had to mentally will my hands to start moving again. I stole another glance. Fuck, she really was still there. I couldn't really believe it. I couldn't really see her, but my brain filled the gaps and my flagging erection found a new lease of life. I decided to focus less of trying to catch glimpses of her and more on providing the show Joan had decided to stay to watch.

The minutes went by and my cock was aching from the strenuous and constant stroke of my hand. I wanted to show I had the stamina, but I also knew I couldn't let it go on indefinitely. I really wanted to believe she was fingering herself, but I really didn't have any way to know, and with the damn earplugs, everything was muted, so I couldn't even have the satisfaction of hearing if she was breathing heavily or not to my display. I decided to try her name again. Another glance and I saw she was still there. I had to grimace; she was watching and without a doubt had to know that this was about her. Emboldened, I had to add more. I won't embarrass myself by repeating some of those crazy things concocted by my brain that had gone stupid from lust, but I praised her, teased her, cursed her lustily; hinted at some of those fantasies in the dark corners of my mind. She was still hanging at the doorway and it was driving me crazy, enough to add some racier things as inhibitions disintegrated and I felt more and more reckless. Looking back at it now, I really am surprised she didn't leave, at least out of embarrassment. I'd like to think it was all a huge turn on for her, but unfortunately I'll never know for sure.

My pleasure finally arched. I hadn't stroked myself to orgasm. I had reached the point where my body couldn't handle it any more. In my lust addled state, I (exact words again withheld) blurted words that included 'marriage' and 'babies', my fuck talk providing everything my cock needed to spurt lewdly. It was the second time in my life I climaxed with enough force to send my seed flying like a foot-long string before gravity brought it to splatter down on my chest, and the first time my body ever gave out three of those. I don't think I've ever felt more proud or studly. Unfortunately, I had really lost track of my surroundings by that point, but when I finally decided to take stock of things, I could no longer see the silhouette at the door way. That said, I couldn’t care by that point and could only lie back exhausted.

Once I had freshened up and headed down to the reception, I bumped into Joan on the way. I felt mortified, but put on the calmest face I could and did my best to smile. Joan seemed very much like she did every day, all polite smiles yet otherwise professional and preoccupied, but then I stopped to say hi and have a chat. Since I had spoken to before, I knew she wasn't in her usual jovial, happy-go-lucky self. She responded to anything I had to say, but for the first time since I had known her, she couldn't quite look me in the face and had suddenly become shy for the first time I had known her. I wanted to grin like an idiot there, but instead just pretended I didn't notice in case she caught on that I knew. Seeing that she was in a hurry, I left it at that after a few minutes and went to the counter to let Greg know I was going to the beach today.

Unable to help myself, I thought I'd snatch a peek at her, but instead caught her peeking at me as she was adjusting some supplies on her cleaning trolley, her eyes immediately snapping away the moment mine was upon her. Cute was not a word I'd ever associated with Joan, but I did then and flushed hotly, springing a raging boner. Greg came back a short while later with some money I had asked him to change and it was time to go, but I was feeling crazy and half-way from getting to the entrance, I did a U-turn calling out to Joan to wait up as she made her way upstairs. She looked little surprised and I couldn't blame her since it was out of the blue.

"Hey," I said, feeling pretty stupid. "I was thinking about going to one of the clubs tonight, but... well, I could use some pointers. You wanna come with? I'll cover the bills."

My inner conscience was immediately bearing down on me, demanding if I was even thinking of what I was saying, and it was true. Joan had just seen me jacking off less than ten minutes with her name on my lips – if I was asking her out, what else did I have on my mind? I have to confess, it wasn't my primary motivation at the time – though a steamy night with Jamaican goddess would have been whopping bonus I admit.

"Ya, sure, I don't mind," came the return answer, made more titillating by that accent of hers. I was really struck dumb by then; I'm one of those guys that assume rejection first. Great I managed dumbly. "You want maybe I should invite Janette along?"

Janette was one of the other cleaning girls whom she was fast friends with. I think Joan thought to mention her since Janette was closer my age, looked pretty, and seemed fairly fun loving all around. She was nice, I admit, but I wasn't interested since I had my heart set elsewhere. "Uh, yeah. Well, I was thinking maybe... just us?" I managed to bumble.

"Just us?" came the reply with a questioning raised eyebrow that had my heart beating madly again, coming from the old Joan I knew, having returned, and not the uncertain one I had seen a little while ago.

"Yeah. I don't think I could afford a third person," I managed jokingly, even as I cringed inside at sounding cheap.

Just to cut out some of the other awkward interaction that followed, long story short, we agreed to meet up at seven later in the evening, a little way away from Greg's place and head to town from there. As I had told Greg, I spent the rest of the day on the beach, working on my tan and reacquainting myself with surfing which I hadn't done for years since I started working, all of it really helping to ease me up since the fast pace of everything had left me as tense as fuck.

By seven, I had some jeans and a loose shirt on, though I figured I should have just worn some shorts, since we weren't going to do anything fancy. When Joan arrived, she was a knock out in my opinion – I've always seen her in asexual uniform, so perhaps that wasn't surprising. Even so, I hadn't been expecting what I saw; a loose Rhianna t-shirt with a low-cut which showed off just how large her cleavage was and a small pair of daisy-dukes that left all of her long legs visible and black serpentine dragon curled up her left leg I hadn't even suspected was there. A pair of lacey sandals and several gold bangles on each arm completed her getup. She had pulled back her afro and confined it with a black-spotted orange scarf.

"You look great," I managed, but wishing I had something more original to say. After a little more banter, we snatched a taxi to head down to Kingston. I was nervous at first, but since Joan seemed to be having a good time, I also started to get in the mood of things, and once we started to have a few drinks, the party was able to really start. We hopped between a few bars before finding a street dance to waste the last hours of the night before heading back in the early hours of the morning. It was an enjoyable evening that would have been sufficient for me if that would have been the end of it.

Instead, we found ourselves having a walk down the beach talking about life in general before sitting on some rocks in rocky cove, having a half moon and the lighting of our mobile phones to help us stumble along. Probably due to the isolation, the closeness, and that we were sharing our last bottle together, the conversation started to take a more personal turn and the seductive fires of flirtation started flaring. To say I was nervous would be an understatement, but by then, I could feel the way things were going to take that night. Joan was being quite alluring and the both of us were finding reasons to have physical contact and I was managing to make her laugh more often than not.

Conversely, rather than the steamy build up I was expecting, talking a bit about her life sobered the conversation – the kind were you can't keep being flirty without seeming like an ass. After a bit more chatter (in retrospect, perhaps it seemed that I might have looked indecisive) Joan stood up suddenly, saying she was going to take a dip to cool off, before stripping off her shirt, denims, and sandals leaving her in her bra and panties. The sway of her hips was seductive as she walked to the lapping waters, and I could now see the dragon extended up her back, over her shoulder and a bit down her right arm.

I told her there was no need to go alone and I'd join her in a sec, before starting to get out of my own clothes. I had a second's warning from a teasing Catch! before something struck against my chest and I react quickly to catch it before it fell, realising she had taken off and thrown me her bra. Joan gave me a short nervous laugh that I could only echo with one of my own, before she went to sit in the water with me following shortly. Sitting down next to her, the sea wasn't as cold I had thought it might be, but cool enough to be relaxing.

The male in me wasn't able to resist sneaking a glance, despite how much admonishment I gave myself. Whilst large breasted, without the bra to support them, Joan's breasts were soft and hung low with large areola; again not everybody's thing, but I found it fit well with her earthy sensuality and her larger-bodied build. A bit more talk happened, at which point she confessed to being married twice and being divorced as many times. I could tell she was joking when she said it must be because she was unattractive, to which I did the clichéd thing of denying it and saying how I thought she was beautiful. Things started from there as she turned over, hands reaching for my shoulder and straddling me. She gave a chuckle, asking if she was heavy.

"Not at all," I lied. With the heft of her butt alone, if Joan sits on a man without checking her speed, she's sure to elicit a grunt. Not that it was unbearable, and being as pumped as I was, I really didn't mind. We both had a chuckle and then she shifted against me with a bump, her body right atop my crotch and the heat between her legs made the water feel just a little bit colder by contrast. For a few seconds, neither of us did anything, until I finally mustered the courage slide my arms around her waist, at which point one of her arms came around my shoulder and the other to my face. In that little isolated stretch of beach, we both started making out like crazy, writhing against each other and otherwise being greedy for each other's mouths.

Feeling bolder, I finally slipped my hand into her panties to squeeze a handful of one of those perfect dark ovals, making her gasp and pull away. We eyed each other as we caught out breaths and then leapt back. I'm not sure how long the second round lasted, but we were breathing harder than when he had parted the first time. Finally, I seized one of her breasts that overflowed in my hand and set my mouth to the dark thumb-sized nipple at which point Joan made a small sound that was not quite remonstration, but I was happy losing myself as I worked her salty nipple with my tongue and lips and teeth. I didn't take long for her hips to start gyrating and grinding against me and it was all I could do not to pull her panties aside and try and free my cock to try and plunge it into her.

After a little while of this, I found my head abruptly ripped off her, as she gave a short cry and crushed my face between her mammaries. Around my waist, I could feel her quivering legs crushing me, and it took my addled brain a few moments before realising she must have cum from the grinding. When she finally let me go, her face didn't look like it had much strength, at which point I breathlessly tried to suggest that we go back to my room. Joan shook her head slightly, pointing out she'd be in a lot of trouble if we were found out, for which I reluctantly had to agree. Then she pointed out we should go to her home instead.

Some ten or so minutes later, I found myself waiting in the dark, outside Joan's place. She had asked me to wait while she went in. A few minutes later, I saw a girl I didn't recognise leave the house and was startled to see me there, but then gave a wry grin as she passed. Joan appeared at the entrance and waved me over, telling me that the girl had been babysitting her daughter. I'm sure she was watching for a reaction, so I gave smile to indicate I was okay. I felt a little guilty, but then I was following as I was led through the dark interior by hand. Joan told me I could wait in the kitchen whilst she freshened up in the shower. I sat there stupidly for a while wandering whether I should actually wait or go in, though now that I was by myself and undistracted, I was of the thought that if she wanted me in, she would have said so from the start. I might have been wrong, but that was my thought at the time. She came out after a little while and indicated I could go and wash the salt off me as well.

Once I was done, I peeked out into the corridor, but there was no sign of Joan and I started to get apprehensive, at least until I saw an open door at the end, and Joan looking out from it. It was a cramped little space that I entered, with an eclectic mix of things she had picked up that she found useful over the years. Joan had left me to close the door as she crawled up slowly onto the bed, this time completely naked. A creaking fan overhead circulated the still air in the room and I could already feel beads of sweat starting to form on my back. Joan lay there like a dark, woman-shaped figure on the lighter sheets. Under her scrutiny, I felt like an awkward teen again. Gritting my teeth and resisting the urge to lick my lips, I did my best to calmly remove the towel around my waist. It was stupid to have it there really, as my erection had already pitched a tent in it. Even with the both of us then naked, I felt I was the only naked one there, since, with my lighter complexion, details of my body were easier to see in the gloom.

Finally, I circled the bed, and Joan shuffled over to meet me so that she sat right where I was standing. Her hands were soft as I had known the hands of most girls to be – but considering she made a living by cleaning, it wasn't really surprising – yet they were light as they caressed my thighs and lower body. Finally, instead of caressing, she started to kiss and lick my body instead, using her hand to grip my length and start giving me a handjob. All I could do was to wait for her to do as she wanted, and was aching and leaking fiercely by the time she stopped.

With one hand, she pulled me by my cock to her as she shuffled back on the bed, slowly spreading her legs and revealing the thickest bush I've ever seen on a woman. My cock was throbbing madly in her hand as she continued to pull at me, guiding me towards her until I was straddling one of her legs and the other she draped across my chest and shoulder. It was all so close when I was suddenly mindful that my condom was in my wallet, which was in my jeans, and at that moment may as well have been on the other side of the world in her bathroom. Joan had already fixed my throbbing head against her pussy, the coarse hairs and sopping hot wetness already taunting me as her nails brushed lightly against my chest, and her chest heaving as she watched me. I wanted to think rationally about the situation.

Instead, I cursed myself for being an idiot and began to thrust my hips forward, inch after inch sinking into her dark greeting folds until I was hilted to my balls in the sweltering hot hell of her pussy. Joan had thrown her head back and was making seductive whimpering sounds, her hand clutching at my hips. I just to give out a low, breathy fuck; the culmination of years of fantasies were upon me; Joan sheathed on my aching length and wanting me to give it her. Joan wasn't my first, or even tenth, but I was already starting to doubt how long I could last being bareback inside that hot, slippery passage even if she wasn't the tightest I'd ever felt.

She locked eyes with me and I didn't care anymore as I my hips began to buck and the room started to fill with the sounds of our rutting. I leaned in on her leg and my balls began to beat on her luscious backside. She stopped caressing me and started gripping the sheets as I rode her body. Seconds turned into long minutes as sweat began to run down our bodies, half-blinding me. Joan was moaning and I was wishing she didn't do so as it was hard enough to keep concentration to ignore the growing tension in my loins. Eventually I had to settle for keeping my eyes closed and concentrate on my breathing; just watching that ebon nymph beneath me, her breasts falling away from each other and quivering to every thrust, my cock disappearing repeatedly into thick bush and clutching wet lips was becoming too much to bear.

I knew I had to pull out soon, to say nothing of all that precum I was being milked of. She must have been able to tell: the movement of my body was becoming erratic, no longer smooth and controlled. I can't speculate on her mind-set, since I really don't know, but what happened was that she removed her raised leg and, bereft of support, I stretched full atop of her, kissing madly and clutching as much of her heavy ass as I could fill my hand with while she held me close with nails in my back and legs locked on my waist. The sweat on my back turned cold as I realised my body was on a mad autopilot and I wasn't going to be able to pull out in time. I spoke her name, but couldn't manage anything else. Yes? was her impassioned reply. I tried again, hoping it sounded more like a warning, but Joan only repeated her query, her face strained and her eyes looking on the brink of tears. My brain said 'Oh, shit' but my mouth said 'Oh fuck'.

"Oh Jesus, David," she cried suddenly and weakly and my heart skipped a beat as my breath stopped; her pussy suddenly clenched hard and again and then again, and I felt a hot rush on my cock. I had already gone over the edge and hadn't realised it, but the moment I did, I knew I had just wasted all my caution. So I cried out my own pleasure and began to pound into her savagely. I was vaguely aware of her watching me with wide, expectant eyes, but I quickly lost track of that as I planted my fists, arched my back, and welded my hips to hers. It seemed long while later, but I lay collapsed atop her, Joan's soft breath near my ears, and I could feel my cock giving the last few spasms of effort inside a pussy that had suddenly become very slick. I wasn't quite sure of the reasons, but we made out a bit more with the last bit of our strength.

I woke up a few hours later, Joan curled up beside me under my arm. The heat in the room had had time to dissipate and it was actually nicely chill with the air of the fan. I wasn't sure what to do, so I stumbled outside, leaving her to sleep. Her house overlooked the beach in the distance below, so I went outside there to edge to go and clear up my head a bit and take in what had happened, unmindful that I was still naked. I wasn't unhappy, and was even a little oddly relaxed, but the entire pace of things had me reeling somewhat.

"You okay?" I wasn't expecting a voice, even Joan's, and was scared shitless for a moment before chuckling it off. It seemed my absence had been noted, and Joan had followed, holding a light towel close about her shoulders that in no way hid that she was still quite nude beneath.

"I was just thinking," I offered.

"Good things I hope," Joan half-laughed, leaning into me.

We started to talk again, about more serious things this time, comparing life notes as it were and occasionally making small jokes. It was for some length, though I'm not sure how long. Joan was in front of me by then, talking wistfully, and I was feeling like a jerk as I was finding myself getting perversely aroused again until I was standing there with another throbbing hard on.

Maybe I just didn't want to see her sad, or maybe I just wanted to fuck again; frankly, even today, I still can't be sure of the driving impetus of that moment. I went up to her, only half hearing her words and slowly peeled the towel from her shoulders. Joan was quiet almost instantly, but didn't turn around to look at me. I let the towel fall to the ground and promptly forgot about it. As I kissed the arch of her shoulder, she tilted her head to the side and I went to her neck as I pressed against her from behind, reaching in front to caress her breasts and tease her nipples. I had a mind to reach down and caress her pussy, but she pushed against me slightly, sending me back. She leaned forward slightly, hands on the coping of the safety wall and spread her legs slightly, the dark slit of her cunt visible and slightly splayed.

"Fuck me," she said almost harshly, even a little callously.

There were one or two houses around, and hell, Joan's daughter might have stumbled out, but right then I didn't care that someone might catch us or see us. I took hold of her hips and shoved my cock deep into her, eliciting a hiss from her. Joan's pussy was already wet, so I guessed she was pretty turned on herself. There was no need for any pretence and I started to pound away at her until she had to hold onto the wall for support. We fucked in silence for a while, except for our gasps and the occasional clapping of our bodies when our motions got too careless; me exerting every ounce of muscle I could muster and Joan bent over, her head hanging and her hips held up in place. Finally, I yanked myself from her, which earned me a satisfactory gasp of disappointment from her.

Feeling somewhat a savage, I grabbed her by the wrists and dragged her back inside, closing the door and jerking her onto the bed. Although I was half-afraid I might be overdoing it, her wanton expression quickly allayed any concerns I had. Parting her legs, I knelt between them and began to tease her, using my cock like a tormenting dildo. Several times, her twisting hips came close to slipping me in, but determined as I was, I didn't intend to give her any respite as I ground the head against her clit, slid the length along her lips, slapped it playfully, and otherwise threatened penetration. By the time she was gasping and crying out in frustration, her wiry pubic hair was glistening with my precum and her smeared juices.

"Jesus fuck, David; you hurry up and put that-a handsome dick in me." Her self-restraint had finally given out, I think. I wanted to laugh, due to the sing-song of her accent, but I was pretty close to my own limit and the room was quite saturated with the scent of her body and sex. With a groan, I sheathed myself into her again and Joan gave grunt. I held her hands down on each side of her head and went to town on her, grinding her with every wanton thrust. Joan began to lose coherence as she started to moan, groan, whimper, and cry out. I was hammering her as hard and fast as I could; her pussy was so soaked and a little loose, I had little concern of not being able to last as I could barely feel the friction as I ploughed her slippery passage as though she were the last woman on earth.

She strained against my hands and arched her back, but I suspected it was mostly show or the writhings of pleasure. I screwed her hard through two orgasms, to judge from her vocal and bodily cues, and by her third she was throwing her head from side to side and was barely lucid. She had sweet words to say, but also profanity. I eased the pace a little so that we could tease and taunt each other, making a game of grinding her every time she tried to string a sentence. Occasionally, she messed up, earning a grin from me and heated rebuke from her. Things heated to the extent that our taunts and teasing and challenges roved into political incorrectness.

I had recovered some strength and went for the last leg. I released her arms, supported my body, raised my head as high as I could and started to fuck. Joan had taken to holding her legs back close to her body and I sank deep with every thrust. Her nose was flaring widely with every breath and her lips were working silently in a fervent, endless fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I was trying to maintain some measure of control, remembering that Joan's daughter was sleeping somewhere, but even that broke as the delicate balance I had managed to keep broke and the lustful torrent began to resound. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. I couldn't make myself stop, for need of release, and Joan didn't seem inclined to moderate it. Rather, she brought her legs down, planted them on the bed and raised her hips into me. Her nail dug into my flanks, forcing a harder fuck. I was trying to hold out bring her to a fourth orgasm. I think I might have even managed to, but Joan decided to moan something hot and saucy in my ear.

I emptied what was left in my balls for the last time that night, this time not caring (or perhaps beyond caring?) that I was spurting my clinging jizz inside her. Joan didn't orgasm, but held me tightly with her arms and legs, her body tense. By the time I came down from the ragged heights, both Joan and myself were spent. Joan looked a mess and I can only imagine what shape I was in. I didn't fuss over it any longer, as exhausted sleep quickly found me.

2016 now, Joan and I have been living together for the past three years with her daughter and our three kids. It hasn't been an easy ride, but I think we're finally settling to each other's rhythm, and making up after fights has always been exhilarating. Looking back (all the way back) I'm really amazed it's gotten this far and I did some crazy stuff. And now with a fourth baby on the way, I'm pretty sure we've decided to stick it out for the long haul.