She was by no means, I had to admit, the prettiest girl in the shop; she looked rather sulky and preoccupied. But all these considerations were trivia... compared with her tits.She was wearing a man's rugby shirt of the traditional baggy variety. It was far, far too big for her and almost seemed to envelop her upper body except that it was relatively tight across the chest. She had tucked it into the jeans but because it was so big it hung very loosely around her. As she passed me I tried to see. To the left and right the mountain's shoulders rose, but I had done enough climbing for today. Ahead of me the ground sloped down, at a grade that made it comfortable to walk. Through the trees I could glimpse the sun and the blue of the sky, which at some line that I could not clearly make out turned into the blue of the sea below.I walked fast, and I had not realized how long and how far down again I had walked, until I got to the precipice. I stepped out of the wood, suddenly face to face. As I kissed on her neck, I whispered in her ear, "To be really good, you need to tell me how much you like my cock pounding in you and stretching your hole. Tell me how big my cock is. "Get up on your knees. You are going to get fucked hard." She gladly got up on her knees as I moved in behind her. There was no sweet love in what I did next. I suddenly rammed my cock all the way in her ass. As I did she let out a yelp "oh! GOD!". It felt good but it was surprising and in this position my cock. I fell to my knees and without being told or gestured I took his cock into my mouth, deep, burying my nose in his dark pubic hair. Dragging my head back and letting him slip out of my mouth, I spat on his cock before sucking it again. His hand gripping the back of my head, he began fucking my mouth, pressing his thick mushroom tip against the back of my throat. The action turned me on even more, and beforelong I had a hand tugging on one of my nipples and another rubbing my clit in fierce.