Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 54

After several minutes of this manual stimulation, I decided to push my luck a bit. Jayne had not let me go down on her for such a long time. I loved doing so, and as she was being so open at the moment, I decided to take advantage of the situation and give it a go. My mouth had been glued to her breasts for some time now; that she had always liked. Slowly, trying not to make it too obvious what I was doing, I started to manoeuvre my way down her body, kissing and licking as I went. When I reached her bush, I gently tugged at her wiry curls, announcing my presence in that area. There was no objection, in fact Jayne started giving little squeals of pleasure as I teased like that. Going for broke, I repositioned myself. On my belly, head between her parted thighs, I drew my mouth straight towards its intended target, right on her bearded clam. Parting the curls and the outer lips with my thumbs, I licked the length of her cleft, from bottom to top. Ending with the flat of my tongue pressed firmly against her shrouded clit.

Any lingering doubt there may have been to that point evaporated immediately, at the contact. Jayne grasped my head in both of her hands and pressed me firmly against her nether regions. I was exactly where I wanted to be. I loved giving oral to a woman. And judging by her entreaties of “Oh yes, just there, oh please, please!” it was where Jayne wanted me to be too. I was very out of practice, but once again muscle memory cut in.

Licking, nibbling, sucking, and blowing on her clitoris and labia, and forcing my tongue into her vaginal opening as far as I could, soon had Jayne writhing beneath me. Her orgasm broke as I started to blow raspberries on her clitoris, a trick I had learned a few years back, which always seemed to achieve the desired result when the opportunity presented itself. Her hips lifted from the ground. Her fanny was pushed tight against my lips, and she gushed her girl cum onto my face, as for 20-30 seconds she quivered with abandon in her pleasure release.

Jayne collapsed, spent, back into the sandy hollow her wriggling butt had created beneath her. Her body relaxed, but she did not immediately release my head, so I continued to lap gently at her; careful not to apply too much direct pressure to her clit, which was swollen and still pulsing from her climax. To my surprise, her arousal did not diminish with her orgasm. In fact, it was starting to rise again.

After just a few more minutes oral stimulation. Jayne released my head and pulled me upwards, so she could again start to stroke my cock, which she had abandoned some time previously. The intensity of the situation had however kept me iron hard. She decided that I was hard enough for her and unfastened and pushed off my trousers and underpants; not easy at first with my shoes still on but soon remedied. We were both now naked below the waist, which really said only one thing, she wanted me to fuck her, there in the dunes.

As I had stood to remove my strides, I had had a quick recce down the beach to confirm we were still alone out there; we were. I knelt back down between Jayne’s legs, and without further ado, she pulled me towards her, so my cock nestled at her opening. She was still wet and ready from before, and I slid in fully without too much effort. As always, I had to take a brief pause to ‘acclimatise’ to being balls deep in her vagina but soon felt confident enough to start thrusting, without fear of prematurely busting a nut. As I slowly increased my tempo, Jayne rose to meet me, and her legs, crossed behind me, pulled me hard into her on each down stroke.

Miraculously, I lasted much longer than I thought would be possible, after so long on short rations. But the inevitable conclusion was reached, and I warned Jayne I was about to cum. I was overjoyed when she responded “Yes, yes. I’m with you.” As I let go, I felt her stiffen and heard her groan in pleasure, as she felt my shots erupting inside her. I kept going as long as I could after I came, to try and prolong her pleasure. It worked for both of us, and I soon felt a further small, but definite shuddering beneath me.

When we finished, we just stayed close together for, what seemed like ages, just marvelling at what had just happened. Soon we both realised that we were both still lay there, bare arsed, in the open air, and although there was virtually zero chance of being caught there like that, it felt quite ‘naughty’ to both of us, and we laughed and joked about it for a bit. As with all things good though, it had to end. We had to get dressed and return to reality. I wondered how I would keep a straight face when we got home, and Jayne’s olds asked if we had had an enjoyable time on our walk.