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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!"
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