Jack Cartwright and Coral McNally were on their way back from their shopping trip. They had the station wagon filled with supplies, items on the four lists they had taken with them. The next shopping trip would fall to another swapped couple.
"I've often wondered, Jack," Coral said as they neared the Harp Lake area. "Where does Diamond Creek go after it leaves our property?"
"Well, after it flows through the lake, so to speak, it snakes out to the west – that was it flowing under the little bridge we crossed a few minutes ago, as a matter of fact."
"I thought it flowed into town – into Fall Creek."
"Diamond Creek and Old City Creek both flow into a common waterway just above the town, where the falls are. From there it's called Fall Creek."
"So ours… little Diamond Creek… why, it must not be very long. It appears from underground just outside our property!"
"That's right. Would you like to see the prettiest spot it flows through – excepting our paradise, of course?" Jack turned onto a side road and picked up speed for a while. Then he took a narrow dirt road into a grove of willows and cottonwoods.
He pulled off onto a grassy knoll and drove the car behind a weeping willow which hid it from the road. They got out and walked across the grass to a secluded little clearing. The creek ran past the edge of it, splashing softly against its gravel banks.
"This is perfect!" Coral said. "If our own place wasn't so ideal, this would be great for a picnic."
"So, let's picnic!" Jack said. He quickly divested himself of his shirt and trunks, glad to be out of the beach suit he had been forced to wear in town.
Coral slipped off her halter and shorts, then her thongs, as Jack shed his shoes and socks. They walked through the cool grass, enjoying the sensuous tickling of the soft blades on their toes.
Coral stopped abruptly and sat in the emerald carpet, her strawberry-blonde snatch gleaming like a fuzzy jewel in the green setting. Jack looked down from above her, saw her bright tresses blowing around her head in the breeze, her jaunty tits thrusting up their rippled noses at the sunlight, and her warm belly pulsing invitingly with the movement of her breathing.
He fell to his knees and took her in his arms. Their mouths came together in common hunger, tongues lancing out to enter the exciting wet warmth. There were sucks and thrusts and nibbles for several minutes. Then they gave up kissing as their hands and bodies became busy.
Jack bestowed little kissing sucks on her tits, then nibbled over her belly, tongued her navel, and slid his face into her gleaming bush. Her thighs swept aside for him and he breathed her female dampness, smelled the peculiarly Coral smell of her where the smells were all woman – devastatingly female.
He kissed the pouting edges of her pussy lips, feeling the silky softness of her cunt hair on his lips. Her gash fell open as his tongue probed into it, slithered through it to taste her musky flavors.
"Mmmm!" she hummed happily. "Lick it, Jack!"
He lapped up the moisture, ran his tongue over her cunt until there was not a spot he had not covered. Then he tapped gently at her pee-hole, probed into the larger cave of her cunt, slid his tongue up to her clit, teasing it gently.
"Oohhh! Pull it, Daddy!" she moaned. "Grab it with your lips!"
He nibbled the tiny shaft, pulling at its stiff form gently as Coral whimpered and rolled from side to side in the grass. Her asshole was stuffed with the cool blades and she wiggled to make them tease her rear more while Jack ate her twat greedily.
"I'm getting there!" she cried. "Oh, Jack… I need some of those little sucks… get me, Daddy!"
He got her. His lips sucked at the quivering, hot little stub, milking it quickly and making Coral moan steadily until she started to stiffen and jerk. He got his mouth over her hole and sucked at it just as she raised her ass upward, tearing a small tuft of grass out by its roots and dangling it under her until she had shuddered stiffly; then she fell back on the ground.
She rolled over to lie on her side, her knees drawn up to her tits and her hands balled together at her mouth. She lay there, gasping and shivering through her final spasms, as Jack carefully lay down behind her.
When the tension seemed to have left her, he nestled as close to her as he could get, coming up from below her ass with his cock, and slipping its tip into the wet, hairy petals of her cunt. She whimpered and tilted her ass backward as she felt it, and he got the head into her hole snugly.
"Oh, Jack," she whispered, excited at the novel approach. "This is going to be a good fuck!"
He thrust into her, getting his prick all the way up her tunnel in a single shove. She brought her thighs down, to help make a tighter vise so his dick could not slip out of her snatch so easily. Then he gave the connection a trial run.
"It feels as if… you're fucking me right… in the ovaries!" she gasped as he thrust firmly into her as far as he could. It was a good position for penetrations, he knew; almost as good as one of the hands-and-knees positions for rear entry.
Her cunt was good and juicy, and she was still hot from the fever of her orgasm. It was a thrilling package of twat to be screwing under any conditions, but Coral's cunt was now like a new kind of pussy to Jack. Its temperature, lubrication and position were ideal, and he had to fight to maintain control, so excited did the feel of the glorious sheath make him.
Her ass felt deliciously warm in his hands as he gripped the cheeks where they curved into her hips, pulling her snugly to him at every stroke.
She discovered a pelvic movement she could execute without upsetting the stability of her ass, and she began to add this to the motion of Jack's lusty fucks. They became a veritable screwing machine, each operation blending smoothly into the pattern.
Like a well-machined piston, Jack's prick slid into the oily cylinder of her cunt, and the only noticeable friction was the tickling grapple of their interlocking hairs.
It was good, and it was smooth, and it lasted a long time. But Coral's passion had been prewarmed, and finally she felt the voluptuous sensations build up to a point she could no longer contain.
"Oh, come, Jack!" she cried. "Come in me… quick!"
Her cry wrested his control from him. He drove into her cunt all the way, gripped her ass with the desperation of a madman, and spouted his cum heavily, groaning and kissing the back of her upper arm and shoulder as he vented his seed.
Coral shrieked as the hot flood spread through her tunnel, and she shivered powerfully as her finale gripped her body and shook it. They stayed connected, still enjoying the feel of their genitals meshed together in the final juices of their mating.
They washed in the cold water of Diamond Creek, then sat on the grass in the sun and wind until they were dry. Jack got two frosty beers from the Styrofoam cooler in the car, and they quenched the thirst they had built up by breathing excitedly through their mouths, drying their lips, tongues and throats.
"God, but that was good, Jack!" Coral said suddenly.
"Nothing like a cold beer to wet dry tonsils!" he replied.
"The beer hits the spot," she conceded. "But I meant the fuck!"
"Oh. That was so fantastic there aren't any words for it!" he replied. "I felt so good inside you I wanted to go on screwing forever. Or for as long as my energy held out."
"Yes…" Coral's tone was thoughtful. "Which makes me realize that there seemed to be less physical exhaustion in that position. How about you?"
"Now that you mention it… there was a sort of easy, gliding smoothness that required little effort. I'm a hell of a lot more chipper right now than I've been after many a lay!"
"I'm glad to hear that," Coral told him. She laid her head in his lap and took his cock in her hand, fingering it gently as she slid its skin along the shaft. "Because my mouth's a little jealous of my twat right now. It wants a load for itself!"
She licked up the length of the hairy-skinned shaft, tapped the tip of her tongue at the tender opening, then ran it around the taut ridge several times. The shaft stiffened and Jack gasped at the potency of the thrills that began to build in his groin.
She slid it into her mouth, letting the tight skin glide over her tongue. Gurgling groans issued from Jack's throat and Coral began to milk the swollen flesh with the round, wet cushion of her ripe lips.
"I wouldn't… have believed it…" Jack panted, "that I could be ready again so soon… after the load I shot into you!"
She was using short sucks, now, at the end of each stroke. And Jack felt his revived strength pouring into his guts, where it would be needed very soon!
"God, but you've got a sweet mouth!" he told her. His hands held her head, feeling the movement as she nodded, her strawberry-blonde tresses whipping his legs and belly with their silken tendrils to add tiny electric thrills of their own.
"Let me fuck you, Coral," he begged. And he threw his hips forward, beginning to take over the action as he grew more and more excited. He could feel her throat with the tip of his cock, and as she relaxed her strained efforts to provide the movement, she was able to increase the suction on his prick.
"Oh, Jesus!" he said, more reverent than profane. He was in awe of her versatility. "You have a cunt… like a mouth… and a mouth like… a darling cunt!"
He fucked into her lovely head, feeling with amazement how relaxed her throat was as he entered it at each stroke. Her green eyes were large, fixed in their focus on his hairy groin, and he felt a wild joy as he knew she hungered for his jizz.
"Suck it, Coral! Oh, suck it, baby doll!" he crooned as he fucked into her mouth for the last few times. "Daddy's hot cream is… on the… WA… Y!"
His last word was a mighty groan that welled up from his tight throat while his semen welled up from his tubes and flowed into her throat in a staccato flood. She swallowed rapidly, her eyes now closed like a contentedly feeding baby.
Jack yelled and fell over backward in the grass…
Over their drinks, Rhoda and Durward had discussed her session with Tom. Actually, once Durward smoothly maneuvered her onto the subject, Rhoda had done almost all the talking, with only random questionings and noddings and grunts from Durward to encourage her.
But the end result had been a strong inner excitement for both of them. Rhoda relived parts of the thrilling episode as she told it, and Durward vicariously thrilled to the lusty exploits of his son, though only a little more than he would have to any such story.
"At any rate," he commented, when Rhoda had told all, "I get the impression that Tom accounted for himself pretty well. I just hope his youthful vigor didn't spoil you for the enjoyments an old bastard like me can provide." He grinned winningly at her.
"No, to my surprise," she said thoughtfully, "I found that even though it was an exciting novelty, I was eager to get back to the more experienced men. His control was good, but he lacks the… instinctive perception of a partner that will develop with enough practice. I guess the only really plus factor in a young man like that is that he can shoot his semen harder and more bountifully… and more often, too, with a minimum of recovery time."
"But you prefer the techniques and instincts of the older males, if you have a choice?" he asked, needing the assurance. He was about to service her, and he wanted to dispel the virile shadow of his son's performance, especially since Rhoda obviously recalled it with some excitement.
"Definitely," she told him. "Which is why I'm sitting here and creaming so much I've soaked the slip cover on my bar stool! I'm dying to have you fuck me, Dur!"
"Jesus! What are we waiting for?" he asked. He slid off his stool and took her hand. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's make it!"
They hit the bedsheets like a returned sailor and his bride. Rhoda had not been kidding about soaking the bar stool. When she spread her legs widely and drew up her knees, Durward saw the shiny ooze on the insides of her thighs and the glistening drops that hung in the black hairs near the lower edge of her cunt. The outer lips were swollen to bitch-heat thickness, and a darkening was spreading through the pink meat rapidly as her sex flush progressed.
He stared at the tempting sight, feeling an added lust as he recognized the truth of her proclaimed passion for him. She was all woman – primitive in her basic lust and as unabashed as a sow in shoving her soupy cunt at him to be serviced.
"Fuck it, Dur!" she moaned. "For God's sake… ram that lovely cock in my hole and fill me up with it!" Her ass left the sheet as she tossed him a desperate grind and bump.
He ached to fill her itching swat, but he absolutely had to have a taste of that creamy ooze that was forming a glass-like pool in the upthrust cup of her pussy! He gave out a low wail and made a dive into her crotch. His tongue licked upward and he sucked at the juice as his lips covered her box.
"Dur!" she cried. "Don't make me wait… I'm too far along to be sucked off!"
He came up with the taste of her cunt filling his mouth, her smell fresh in his nostrils, and a hard-on that threatened to outlast his patience. He shoved it into the messy center of her twat and heard a distinct splash as his knob displaced the pool there.
Like a glove full of warm oil accepting its owner's hand, her sheath encompassed him. He slid his prick up the tunnel and felt it undulate around him as her excited cunt muscles swallowed at the welcome meat.
"Oh, Dur! Fuck me fast and sloppy!" she yelled. Her maw had already begun to pound up at him, taking him in great gulps that worked at his cock with cannibal-like greed. The lubricant soaked his whang like saliva in the avid mouth of her cunt.
He drove back at her, forcing her ass down onto the bed with merciless power as his crotch mat battered into hers, mingling their hairs and splashing her cream all over his groin and belly.
The room echoed a composite of sounds. There was the steady, muffled pounding of their padded pubic bones, the wet suck of their withdrawals, and the grunts and gasps they emitted in their mad frenzy to out fuck each other in what had to be a mutual desperation.
Durward had his hands on her tits, working at the udders and nipples with every finger and thumb. Her legs gripped him, holding them together as he fucked into her, leaning over her sweaty body with his sweatier body, aware of the drops that fell from his hairy chest to splash on her belly.
"Empty your balls, Dur!" she cried in a panic as her body's reflexes took control away from her. He felt her start to slide away from him as her legs – which locked them together – stiffened out in the throes of orgasm.
He grabbed her ass and pulled her toward him. Then he uncorked the biggest load he had shot off for years. It gushed into her cunt in angry blobs of cum that wouldn't quit; he felt drained, and still he was coming powerfully, forcing the overload out from around his plunging prick.
He leaned forward, resting his hands on the bed at either side of her. She was panting so hard her tits heaved as if they would be launched into space. Her sweat and his had pooled in her navel; and her entire body, as much as he could see of it, shone as if it were oiled.
Her cunt kept convulsing and he let his cock marinate in their mixed juices, too exhausted to withdraw. But there was powerful inner satisfaction as he continued to lean over her, panting just as hard as she. He had turned her on as few men could, he knew; his self-confidence had never been greater.
Realizing that he had created a subconscious feeling of competition with his son, he grinned to himself and pulled his cock out of Rhoda, then lay down beside her. When he stopped panting, he indulged himself in a laugh.
"Dur? You're not flipping, are you?" Rhoda asked in a small voice.
"More like unflipping," he told her. "I really had myself buffaloed a while ago, envying Tom his youthful potency. After this boiling fuck, I'm convinced that I'm still quite a cocksman!"
"You've got this girl convinced, too!" Rhoda assured him. "You not only turned me on, but you stayed at the controls until you got the job done – with whistles and bells!"
"Right now, my whistle's too soft to blow, but if my 'bells' could ever ring, they ought to sound out loud at any moment; God knows they must be dry enough to rattle around in there!"
"Don't you believe it!" Rhoda protested. "I'm a little proud of my sexual prowess, too. And I'm going to show it off by blowing your whistle and getting another big load out of that bull's bag of yours. Just as soon as my cunt stops jumping around, that is!"
"The way it was going when I left it, Rhoda, that might be sometime next week. But don't rush it on my account. My pappy always told me a mare should be cooled down slowly, and the stud that served her, too."
"I know. I was born on a farm, Dur. With the mare, it's more to make the fuck 'take' so she'll foal. We're not after the same thing here."
"Yeah, but if you're not careful with the stud, you might lose the use of him for a while. Can't overwork a good stud, you know!"
"Okay. I'll be a good scout. I'll wait a whole fifteen minutes before I attack you."
"Thanks a lot!" he said, groaning. "Why didn't I realize long ago what a considerate doll you are?"
This time the smell of hot wet pussy and the sounds of fucking had no effect on the white dog. An hour before his arrival at the cabin, he had come across a woman sunbathing in the nude down the beach.
The woman had been startled by his growl, and she had stood up fearfully.
He circled the woman, snarling every time that she looked like she was ready to run. His prey had tried to talk to him, using soothing words. But the gentleness in the tone of her voice didn't dissuade or diminish the urge that the odor of her cunt had sparked.
Tentatively, the woman bent over and slowly reached out for his fur. Her hands trembled as she slowly stroked the nape of his neck.
"Nice, d-doggie."
The dog growled when she retracted her hand. Quickly she resumed the smooth affectionate strokes across his manes to his glistening flanks.
The dog turned his head, sniffing between the woman's thighs. The rich aroma of cunt, not as tangy as the pussies that he had sniffed on the beach or at the cabin but just as powerful.
"N-no, doggie. N-nice doggie."
As long as her hand was gently stroking his fur, the animal felt safe and secure as he nuzzled into the woman's crotch and licked the lips of her dry cunt.
Once the woman tried to break the contact, but the dog growled, his teeth displayed fiercely; then the hand came back to his neck and ran down his spine.
He licked borne more, each swipe of his tongue capturing more wetness from the woman's cunt. Her pussy became moist, and the woman, though reluctant to take her hand away, opened her legs slightly. The shift in position allowed the dog's tongue to penetrate into her wet cunt, tasting the meat deep in her pussy.
The dog seemed to be in no hurry to discontinue his ministrations of her cuntmouth. The tip of his tongue repeatedly slipped through the winking opening to jolt her with a teasing fullness, and she mumbled incoherently. The woman opened her mouth wide and gazed upward unblinkingly when the long tongue snaked into her cunt and started scooping wetness from the inside walls.
"Don't-do-that-don't-do-that-don't-do-that!" she whispered in an unbroken stream.
The dog seemed to be licking her internal organs. But the more deeply he probed, the harder his tongue felt where her cuntmouth clamped on it. And each time he transferred a tongue-full of the oozing fluid to his mouth and returned for more, the effect was a weird delicious kind of fucking for the woman.
Her pussy contracted in slow powerful waves and her body tensed to the rhythm of his lapping tongue.
When the dog extracted his tongue, the woman pleaded with him. "Don't stop! Not now, doggie."
His forepaws rested on her widespread thighs, their pressure the only stimulus she could concentrate on while her orgasm continued.
"Oh, please! Doggie, do it some more!"
She felt one of his paws lift from her thigh and she sprawled on the sand. A moment later, the dog moved his other paw to the other side of her waist. He clasped her in a manner that seemed a little like a man seizing her waist in his hands. She felt something dancing over the soft membranes that surrounded her cuntmouth and began pleading again.
"Please, doggie! Stick your tongue into my cunt!"
The dancing point of his tongue settled in the ring of her cunt and began to bore inward.
As her cunt began to stretch to receive the wedging action, she sensed that the dog was no longer using his tongue. She brought her gaze down to his head and saw the open mouth and lolling tongue inches above her breasts. She stared unbelievingly.
There was no mistaking the thickness or hardness of the rigid dog cock that was sliding rapidly into her cunt. Nor could she override her body's response to the entering prick. She clutched her ankles and forced them apart. The heavy dog cock surged in. The pointed cockhead plowed the length of her hot wet pussy.
She felt a fat, hard bulge pressing at her cuntmouth. "Oh God," she moaned.
The white dog thrust brutally at her, driving the enormous knob in as if it were a blunt wedge.
"Ohhh, doggie!"
The sheath of the dog's cock bore against her raw cunt, its stiff bristles stabbing her viciously. The great dog jerked at her with his forepaws, banging against the base of his cock as his rump pounded his prick deeper.
The long prick jerked back and forth in her, the strange knob at the base blasting the inside of her cunt with every stroke. She trembled and clasped her thighs against the dog's heaving flanks.
Spasmodic contractions tightened her cunt-mouth rhythmically on the base of his cock and traveled inward. She squeezed with her thighs and let go of his legs to clutch at his shoulders. Hugging him fiercely, she pulled her upper body to him and buried her tits into his fur.
The dog continued to fuck without a change or break in his rhythm.
The woman was instantly aware of the difference in the dog's behavior. His thrusts grew shorter and faster and he stopped the powerful, involuntary jerks with his body. He tried to force her even further onto his dog cock, tugging and straining without interruption, until her skin burned and she expected to find her pussy torn and bleeding. His haunches vibrated fiercely; his cock buzzed in her cunt.
The dog began to whimper. The woman squeezed him with the full strength of her legs, her thighs molding themselves to the contours of his hardy lean sides.
She realized suddenly that the dog was climaxing, spewing his bestial seed into her cunt with torrid blasts. The knot around the base of his prick enlarged, chafing against her clit.
The suddenness of her climax startled her as ecstatic waves coursed through her pussy. She gripped the dog with her taut and wet thighs, screaming passionately.
Then her scream died down, the dog stopped pumping, and both woman and man's best friend were thoroughly satisfied.