"You found your mother?"
"Yep. She's a hawk in a nest at the top of the dead oak down by the lake. She's fucking the gray hawk that nests there. She saw me. 'Tell your Dad,' she goes, 'That though my cock has no cock, still he's a better fuck than your Dad and his prize cock."
"She's still mad."
"She did catch us."
"What could she expect? I was a stag and you were the sweetest smelling doe in the herd. It was fall. It's never bothered her before."
"She wanted to fuck me herself. She'd just liberated a red strap-on from a car parked in the woods."
The girl was a small pert thing. She had a red bob of unruly hair and a round lightly freckled face with a dimpled chin. Her eyes were hazel and looked at the world with a skeptical consideration that could sometimes soften into considered amusement. She wore just a white blouse knotted over her stomach. The lips of her cunt were like an old man's lips, feebly peaking out through a sparse mustache and beard. Her skin was pale and flushed with the bloom of youth and the heat of the day. She looked to be no more than twenty though she was in fact much older than that.
She sat on a rock next to the man, one shapely leg under her, the other stretched so her heel lay on some soft cool moss and her toes were in a patch of sun. The day was very hot. Sweat started under her arms, on her forehead, and where her ass rested on the calf of her leg.
The rock edged a cool dark ravine. Water danced down the cliff opposite them sparkling in places where the sun shown through the trees. They called the place "BeatTheHeatOfASummerDay". On official maps the place was named Whatley's Falls after the settler who'd stumbled upon it.
Right where the water hit was a pool, deep enough to jump in from some height. On such a day high school kids often walked the five miles from the road through the National Forest and spent the afternoon drinking, horsing around and jumping off the ledge, fifteen feet above the water.
The forest service had put up a warning sign after one kid hit her head on a rock on the way down and spent the rest of her life in bed unable to move. Kids jumped as often as before.
The trail of packed earth passed by the rock and then made a steep descent into the ravine. Trail crews had worked the roots and rocks into rude steps.
The man who sat beside her was huge. Twice as broad as she and, if they'd been standing, a third taller, her eyes would hardly be level with his elbow. He would sometimes entertain her by holding his legs straight out over the water and she would make a diving board of them. Stepping carefully, her feet balanced first on his thighs then more precariously on his shins, her round bottom clinched tight from excited caution, she would inch along. When she stood on his ankles she'd jump as he kicked upwards and she'd cannonball into the pool.
His skin was tanned hard. His hair was jet black. His cheek bones looked so sharp she imagined her fingers in danger of being cut when she gripped his face in passion. His eyes were deep and black. You would not like to find them fixed on you if you were a rabbit and he'd taken the form of a fox.
He held a bunch of wild concord grapes. Their scent hung sweet and cloying in the hot humid air. He held the grapes out to the girl. She opened her lips, took a grape between them and carefully bit it off at the stem. She balanced the grape on her tongue. Its skin was just slightly wounded. She tasted its sweetness as well as its yeasty skin. The man bent his face to hers. When their lips were close her tongue pushed the grape into his maw. He bit it open and then pushed it back into her. She tasted him on it. She crushed it and swallowed.
He sat back and offered her another. She turned her face away. "I'm hot and I'm bored. I want some action. I want something to happen."
Below them, on a flat sandy rock by the pool, two young women lay in the sun. Two others stood on the ledge, hand in hand looking down at the pool. They resembled the man as much as pretty women could. They had black hair, tanned skin that knew no fear of the sun, and his sharp and on them lovely cheekbones. They could be merciless too. In winter they hunted as a pack and no deer or moose singled out by them ever escaped. They loved to admire the contrast when one of them lay between their red haired sister's thighs, tan upon pale.
The youngest of the black haired girls looked to be no more than 19 but she'd taken her first steps 150 years before. That was the time when logging companies had come and clear-cut the valleys and mountains. During the day, while the loggers had toiled, the family'd taken the form of blackflies, midges and mosquitoes.
With a shriek the two young women on the ledge jumped. There was a splash and a confused welter of tanned limbs and they came up spluttering with laughter, gasping at the cold. They swam to where the stream swirled over a flat shelf and began its gleaming race through the ravine. They stood with the water rippling about their ankles. Their crotches were black, droplets gleamed on their pubic hair. "Come down, Dawn" one called. "The water's lovely. It's real warm." The other laughed.
The man stood and strode down the path to the pool, taking the rude steps two at a time. He took one of the gleaming girls. He gripped her under the arms and tossed her laughing in the air. Her wet hair whipped about her face, her wet skin flashed in the sun.
He caught her at the swell of her ass and she spread her legs around him. She reached one hand between her thighs and down to his cock and steadied it. Her eyes widened with anticipation. When he lowered her onto it she gave a little gasp of surprised pain. No amount of hard usage could get one used to the size of him. Even their mother, during one of their these days rare trysts, gasped with hurt at his initial penetration - and she had been with him a thousand years, since that long ago day when she'd helped him win the land from its prior master, a day of blaze and blood.
Though it hardly seemed possible, the girl dropped or was pushed down so that her ass rested on his thighs, his length entirely in her. Her slim rudely spread legs reached up and around his back. Her hands gripped his shoulders. Her face with its wet mass of black hair pressed against his hard chest. She shifted and parted her lips and bit one of his nipples. He gripped her tightly under the arms, his thumbs against either breast. He began to rut hard, bouncing her up and down. She lifted her face to the sky and moaned and gaped.
He tensed and thrust up so hard one expected to see his cock peek out up through her wide open mouth. He held her down hard against his hips. She screamed and squirmed on him. After a moment he relaxed and lifted her up. His cock was still hard. It gleamed wet and dripping in a shaft of sun. He tossed her into the pool. She hit with a splash and then a loud cry from the cold.
"Asshole," she shouted.
He said, "I always throw back the ones too bony to eat." His voice was deep and rasping.
He returned up the path and sank back onto the rock by Dawn. She could smell the sunlit sweat and the sex on him. She looked down to where all four of the girls now lay tanning themselves in the sunny patch.
He held out the grapes to her again. She bit off another and crushed it and swallowed. His deep voice rumbled sadly, "You're my favorite, you are so like your mother."
"I'm still hot and bored," she said.
A voice from down the ravine, another of her sisters, called: "Someone's coming."
The man stood and stared down the trail. "Hikers," the voice called.
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Sam and his daughter hiked up the trail. They'd been on it two hours. It'd crossed back and forth across the stream, through clearings where the sun baked and through the woods where the air steamed. They were close to their destination now, Whately Falls, where the water was so like ice that a sane person would only go in to beat the heat on such a summer's day.
