She felt herself sinking more and more deeply out of control. His hand was stroking the swamp between her legs before she had a chance to push it away.

His fingers were on the waistband of her panties and then they slowly slid under it. The touch of his hand so near her pussy made her clench her thighs together. It was too late. She unclenched them and her protection was gone.

The kiss continued, passionate and yet tender. Her pussy tingled and lubricated and his fingers probed and tickled and teased.

Her body was no longer a vehicle she controlled. Her body was giving orders to her mind and she eagerly obeyed.

A white hot heat suffused her and she heard her breathing become ragged and urgent. She realized too late that she'd opened her thighs wide to welcome his hand.

She felt momentarily angry at her weakness, but joyous too. God gave people bodies to enjoy and she was enjoying hers to the fullest.

"Your pussy feels like a furnace," he murmured, kissing her ear hotly.

"I know," she said, widening the spread of her legs.

He worked his fingers down to her slit and plunged one into her sow wet cunt. "Sweet hungry little pussy."

"It's not hungry," she said defensively.

"Yeah, I know." He kissed her lips again, using his tongue to probe and fill her mouth.

She panted for breath as he frenched her and fingered her cunthole. He stroked her tits through her clothes and his fingers burned into her nipples.

Suddenly the full impact of what she was doing hit her. She struggled futilely to push him away. For a moment they strained and writhed together, but he was much stronger and she didn't have her heart in the fight.

And then she was coming. Quite suddenly, his insistent fingers brought her to orgasm. She was taken by surprise by the waves of ecstasy that surged through her. There was no way she could stop now. Not now when her cunt was contracting so deliciously around his finger.