Jack was suddenly aware of her cunt squeezing and letting go, squeezing and letting go and there was much more heat surrounding his cock and it caused his balls to draw up and the muscles around his ass to start spasming and pumping his hot, white cum into her already flooded cunt. He kept his cock farther up in her pussy and rammed it quickly back and forth while he continued to pump his scalding, thick fluid up her vibrating twat.
Joan, breathing audibly, screwed her cunt up against him, trying to milk every possible sensation from his spurting cock. She was coming harder then she ever had. Her cunt was stretched more than it had ever been stretched before and she was about to pass out. She fought to remain conscious because she didn’t want to miss any of the feelings she was experiencing. She pushed her tongue so far into Jack’s throat it felt as if it was ripping loose from its base but she tried even harder and felt the skin on her lip burst where it was pressed between her teeth and his.
And then his cock wasn’t moving any longer. It was pushed into her fiery cunt with more pressure than she had felt before and he was straining to get it even further in. He was pushing his pulsating cock into her twat with so much pressure he was bending her back, lifting her ass just by pushing into her with hard, constant pressure. She pulled her thighs back up almost to her shoulders, trying to help him reach a greater depth… but she had it all. The head of his cock was practically resting up behind her belly button.
They lay like that, his cock pressed into her, their arms around each other, her ass up against him and their open mouths pressed together, for several minutes. When their breathing had returned almost to normal Jack lifted his head and looked into Joan’s eyes. She smiled and kissed him.
“We’d better get out before we disconnect,” he said.
“That?”
“I’ll show you,” he said and opened the door. With her legs around his waist and her arms around his necks he crawled out of the car and stood up. “Ready?” he asked.
“I don’t understand,” she said, still holding on. With his hands under her hips Jack lifted her slowly off his cock. It came out with a pop and gallons of juice and cum gushed out after it.
“Oh, my God!” exclaimed Joan. “My stomach feels empty.”
“Not really. You were so tight it couldn’t get out,” he said as he lowered her until her feet were on the grounds. “Let’s walk down to the river and wash it off.”
Jack took a towel from the trunk and put his arm around Joan, steadying her as she staggered along beside him. They walked down to the river and out into the cold water until it came up to their knees. Jack bent and splashed the icy liquid up over Joan’s soaked cunt and thighs. He rubbed her with his hands until all the slickness was gone, then washed himself and led Joan out of the frigid water to the bank and carefully dried here with the towel.
“I never knew it could be like that,” said Joan as she watched Jack dry himself. “I never knew fucking could be that good.”
“It’s as good as you make it, darling. And you do make it good. I’ll never be satisfied with anybody else, now.” He put the towel around his neck, placed his arm around her waist and started walking back toward the car. “I wish we could wait a little while and do it again but it’s getting late. Look at the sun.”
Joan looked lip and saw that the sun was dropping behind the trees. “Oh! We fucked away the whole afternoon! It didn’t seem like that long.”
“I’d better get you home before your mother gets worried.” They dressed by the car, got in and started back up the trail.
“Did you ever get whatever was worrying you straightened out?” asked Jack.
“I’d forgotten about it. It doesn’t matter now. A good fucking like that can straighten out anything.” Joan moved over against him. “I wish I’d known a long time ago that it would be like that.”