Big Sur

Robin was not a big fan of hiking, but living in California meant that hiking was an integral part of life. He found hikes boring since it was essentially just WALKING up slight inclines until you reach some sort of viewpoint that you could very easily just Google images of. With super realistic mixed reality headsets like the Meta Quest 3 and the Apple Vision Pro, going out on hikes was moot. But it wasn’t like Rob, a man in his 40s knew how to use those tech gizmos anyway.

The bird knew that he was getting up there in terms of age and most of the time he was more than happy to admit that his back ached whenever he slept on a mattress that was a little too soft, but when it came to outdoorsy activities, he wanted to prove to his much younger tigress girlfriend that he was not too “old and crunkly” to handle a silly mountain hike like she said he was. But a few hours into their hike on one of Big Sur National Park’s trails, Robin felt like his joints needed WD40.

The bird found himself trailing behind the tigress as she trekked the trail, barely breaking a sweat. For a city girl, she sure knew how to handle herself in the outdoors. Last week, when they took on Yosemite, despite taking a tumble after slipping on a wet rock, she got up, dusted herself off, and applied first aid to herself. She reminded him a lot of Lara Croft, without the British accent. He wasn't sure if she raided tombs and stole ancient artifacts, but there was a closet in the basement of her house that she insisted he never go into and never really gave him a proper reason why. The mystery around it was exciting and almost every fiber in his being told him to open it up and see what was inside, but the remaining one percent of his fibers feared that she was hiding something worse than ill-gotten gains in there.

Robin, sweating buckets as he struggled to keep up with his girlfriend, eventually came to a stop at a large rock that he could put a hand on and lean against. His talons dug into the dirt as he gripped the rock as best he could and shifted as much of his weight to it as he could. His beak was wide open as he panted and gasped for breath. When he looked back up to see where his tigress girlfriend had gone, he saw her about a hundred meters away; just enough distance for her to appear Barbie doll-sized if he held his hand out and closed one eye. He wanted to call out to her to get her to wait up for him, but with how much he needed to catch his breath, it was only after a handful of gasps and pants that he was able to say anything.

“Hey…. Alex, babe… Can we… Take a break? I can’t feel my knees.” By the time the bird was able to get his words out, the tigress had already gone over a hill and was out of the old bird’s line of sight. Bless felines and their superb hearing, which got the tigress to run back over the hill back to her old and crunkly bird boyfriend. Boy did she come running, almost in a panic, dressed in her oh-so-overpriced and fancy outerwear which included a blue puffy jacket from Patagonia that she didn’t need – something about having to look pretty even when she was sweaty and gross? Robin didn't get it – to him, the tigress looked pretty all the time, even when she had one finger up her nose to dig out boogers. He reaped the benefits though, there was nothing wrong with his girlfriend looking extra pretty.

The tigress, even after running back to where the bird was, looked the exact same as when she and Rob started at the beginning of the hiking trail, no sweat, not even a single frizzled hair on her ponytail. Once she arrived at her boyfriend and the rock that he was clinging to like his life depended on it, she put her hands on her hips and tilted her head to the side.

“Well, well, well. Looks like your ‘old man-ness’ is starting to catch up huh, boomer?” the tigress teased and waggled her eyebrows at the flannel-wearing bird.

Robin didn’t mind when Alex called him a boomer or when she teased him for their age difference – he thought it was cute. But her doing it so many times did get a little bit annoying at times. This time especially, since she had been taunting him ever since the sound of nuclear warning sirens that was the default iPhone alarm sound woke them up before the crack of dawn.

“It’s not fair… We’re so high up… Hhhhooooh… The air is thinner up here.” Robin said in between large breaths of air that filled his lungs to the point that they felt like balloons in his chest. He let out a long exhale and brought a hand to his brow to wipe away the sweat that was on the verge of spilling over into his eyes. He continued to take in breaths so deep that they made him puff his chest like a peacock doing its mating ritual dance.

“I thought you said you had a farm and that you knew how to handle a little bit of exertion?” Alex tilted her head to the side and chuckled.

The bird turned to lean his back against the boulder as he continued to catch his breath. He gave the tiger a dismissive look and shook his head. “I also have a truck that I can drive up hills. No point in walking up them when I can just… Not…” As his blood oxygen levels returned to the high 90s, his breathing became less labored, though his chest still rose and fell with a little more weight than what came with relaxed breathing.

“Uh-huh, I’ve never seen you drive that ancient thing ANYWHERE near any hill, unless you count the Walmart as a hill." The tigress let out a chuckle and joined the bird in leaning against the big boulder. She let out a sigh as she looked over at the view that was directly opposite the large rock. The sky was blue with large and fluffy clouds scattered throughout and there were mountains covered in green, stacked in rows as far as the eye could see. A little further than that, was the coast, which was where she and her bird boyfriend started their morning from. California looked a lot prettier when you were high up in the mountains with the soft golden glow of the morning sun shining over everything like the topmost layer of a juicy, cheesy, gorgeous lasagna sitting under the red glow of an oven.

“A: the Walmart is ACTUALLY on a hill. And B: we live in Malibu, the most driving I do is from there to downtown LA, where there are roads...” Robin let out a huff and chuckled. His eyes followed the tiger as she came to join him against the rock. Once she was by his side, he draped his left feathery arm over her shoulder and joined her in taking the breathtaking view. Not every part of California was a city full of gross city folk – maybe the Golden State wasn’t half bad after all.

Alex didn’t have anything to hit back with when Robin mentioned that the Walmart he frequented was in fact on a hill, although she did roll her eyes. They stood there in silence and took in the sound of the gentle breeze rustling the nearby trees and watched the clouds as they very slowly crept across the sky. With both of their mouths shut and the bird’s breathing back to normal, it was almost dead silent. There was not a soul in sight, which was odd for any hiking trail in the land of health and wellness scams, Lululemon, and Stanley Quenchers. It was only 8 AM, though; the early birds get the hiking trail, or however that saying goes.

It only took Alex a minute to realize that they were completely alone on the hiking trail and the longer she basked in the pretty mountains and sky ahead of her, the more she thought about it – and the more she thought about it, the more she thought of something else they could do that wouldn’t be as taxing on the old bird’s knees. After she decided that she had seen enough of the view in front of them, she turned to look at the view on her right and smiled as her eyes laid upon her sweaty, country-boy birdy boyfriend. She stared at him with her big and green kitty cat eyes and for a brief moment where they appeared just a little brighter, like a lightbulb had switched on in her head. Her lips pursed into a smirk and she placed her right hand on his left thigh. Her nimble little fingers curled around his cargo shorts-covered leg and slid from his outer thigh down to his inner thigh. Alex’s smirk only grew wider when Robin turned his attention away from the view in front of him to look at her with a raised brow.

“What. Are. You. Doing?” the bird asked, with half-second pauses in between each word for added dramatic effect. He looked the tigress dead in the eye and raised his brow higher and higher as the tiger’s hand slid further and further down the curvature of his inner thigh. By the time Alex’s hand was completely cupped over his crotch, his eyebrows were Gordon Ramsey levels of high up in his forehead – wrinkles and all, too.  

“There’s no one around for miles Let’s fool around.” Alex leaned her head in to nuzzle against her bird boyfriend’s neck and shoulder. Her nose wiggled and danced and her breath blew over her his soft and fuzzy feathers, as well as over the unbuttoned part of his flannel’s collar. Her nose did its little dance that Robin was able to recognize from sound alone by now; it was her horny sniffing, most often activated by musk, sweat, and other smells here and there. Once that cute pink nose of hers got started, there was very little chance of stopping her from getting exactly what she wanted – believe him, he’s tried.

Robin was reluctant at first, but after a quick glance at the hiking trail behind and ahead of them, he realized that she was right; they were the only ones on the trail, unless they were supersonic speedsters, anyone who could have possibly been ahead or behind them were at least a few hours out. His brows lowered but his reluctance to the tigress’s ridiculous suggestion of committing a misdemeanor remained. Maybe to the rich and famous like Alex, a misdemeanor didn’t mean anything. Money was known to make law enforcement turn a blind eye or two.

It didn’t take long for his blood to flow through the veins on his dick and for it to start to grow. In less than a minute, his dick was hard and it looked like he had just gone on an Italian vacation and was smuggling a whole-ass salami through customs in his pants. That old bird man had a huge hog; a foot in length and an easy fat soda can in girth. As it grew, it slithered from between his legs over to his thigh, where Alex then slid her hand across his entire outlined length in his cargos. His beak opened up and he let out a soft and cute moan that did not fit his demeanor whatsoever.

“Hhhyyahhh…” If his pitch was any higher, he would have made for a great hentai voice actress. His moans, anime girl level or not, were music to the tigress’s ears and only pushed her to be more brazen with her demands. She dragged her hand from the mid-point of the bird’s dick outline to where his tip, the most sensitive part was, and gave it a firm claw grip.

Robin responded with a big dick twitch, after which he gave the tiger a long stare that lasted ten entire seconds. Once the ten seconds were up, he hastily undid the button of his cargo shorts, pulled them off along with his tightie whities, and let his dick flop out like an anaconda out of the Amazon River. He pushed himself up onto the top of the boulder and started unbuttoning his shirt so clumsily that he ripped a few of those buttons off from how excited he was.

Alex let out a chuckle, pushed herself from the rock, and slid herself out of her leggings along with the cute pink panties that she had on underneath. She struggled a little more than Robin did in getting up to the top of the boulder, but once she made it up there, she stood over him, her pussy at eye level, and her hands on her hips. She looked down at the bird with a smirk, but before he could do anything about the dripping pussy in front of him, she crouched over his lap and put one hand over his shoulder while the other hand blindly fished for his stinky bird dick. Her hand patted gently against his thighs a few times as her pussy juice dripped onto his balls.

It only took the tigress a few seconds to find that old geezer’s dick; once she did, she lifted herself up and lined his big brown cock up with her tight white pussy. She had to lift herself up higher than the entire length of Robin’s dick to get her pussy lips right on top of his dick tip – once she did though, all she had to do was slowly lower herself down until her tush squished firmly against his lap. It was a 12-inch drop from the tip of Robin’s hog down to the base, and while Alex was a fan of rides like The Tower of Terror, dropping down on a dick like that without any prep was a huge no-no if she wanted to finish the hike that they still had ahead of them without a limp.

The tigress hovered over her boyfriend’s dick for a while, gently moving her hips back and forth to drag her wet pussy lips over his mushroom head. Her juices spread all over it and gave it a sheen so shiny that it looked like it had been polished. Alex’s pussy juice was sticky, clear, and plenty viscous; as it spread over his dick tip, it spilled over its curves and down his shaft like Elmer’s Glue. Unlike glue though, her pussy juice made the bird’s dick slipperier than a slip’n slide in a Floridian hurricane. She gyrated her hips and smooshed her pussy lips all over the bird's big brown cock until it was completely coated in her juices from tip to base. With a huff through a chewed lip, she slowly lowered herself down on Robin’s schlong and took his length inside her. Her bodyweight applied just enough pressure for the bird’s dick to push her pink pussy lips apart with a soft squelch.

‘Squlch.’

“Hhhhhaaaa…” Robin let out a moan and closed his eyes as he felt a warmth engulf his dick tip, then slowly, the rest of his shaft. He felt the tigress slow down as her pussy swallowed up the piercings on his dick. The small silver piercings that lined the back of his shaft acted like little speed bumps, slowing the tigress down even more on that monster of a cock. As her pussy took them inside her, pair by pair, she let out moans that got louder and louder the further down his dick she got.

“Aah… Aaaaaaah… Aaaaaaaah…”

Robin’s dick throbbed repeatedly as Alex sat down on it. The deeper his hog went into her, the tighter her textured walls squeezed around it. He kept his eyes closed until the tigress’s tush touched his oversized and saggy balls that dangled between his legs like Christmas ornaments from a pine tree. Once Alex was settled in his lap, she let out a long exhale and looped her arms over the bird’s shoulders. Her pussy clenched around the dick that was inside her every few seconds and her tightness around the dick eased up just a little as she adjusted to having it inside her.

Robin opened his eyes back up once the tigress was all the way down his rod and smiled at her. He reached his right hand down to hold the tigress’s knee to prevent her from stabbing him with it. As he lifted her knee up from his thigh, Alex’s paw slid under his balls and pushed them upward from their saggy state. The bird let out a moan and smirked when he felt the tigress’s warm paw pads press into the wrinkly flaps of his ball sack. After a big exhale from the both of them, he raised his brow and placed his other hand on the tigress’s butt cheek. He dug his fingers into her plush rear and pulled her cheek away from the other one to spread her pussy lips and butthole as if there was an audience for it. No one was watching, but just feeling the small ‘pop’ and knowing that he was spreading her lips and pucker felt incredibly good.

His dick throbbed inside of Alex and pushed against just the right spot to cause her pussy to clench extra hard – so hard that she squeezed a little bit of her own pussy juice out through the microscopic gap left in between her pussy lips and that massive-o-massive dick that was miraculously able to fit inside of her.

It only took Alex two minutes to adjust to having the bird’s old man dick inside of her. Once she was accustomed to it, she slowly started bouncing herself up and down, going to town on the dick that was bigger than a tower - she nicknamed it “Eiffel.”

Slowly, but surely, Alex was able to pull herself up and pull her pussy off of most of Robin’s dick. Her lips gripped on for dear life to his Jacob’s Ladder piercings. She pulled herself up all the way until all that was left inside of her was the tip.

‘Schlllllp.’

The tigress almost pulled herself up too far, but her pussy came in clench and gripped her bird boyfriend’s dick head and kept it from popping out of her. Her lower abdomen tensed up as her pussy latched so tightly around Robin’s penis crown that her pussy pulled his dick along with it as she moved up. Once she realized what magic trick her pussy had pulled. She stopped moving up and lowered herself back down on Robin's rod. She slid all the way down his length and let out a moan so loud that Robin’s fellow feathered brethren scattered from a few of the nearby trees along the hiking trail.

Her pussy clenched repeatedly as she took her boyfriend’s dick down to the hilt again. With how fast gravity pulled her down his pole, his dick hit every possible sweet spot inside of her all at once. Her knees went weak and she fumbled forward into the bird’s torso. Her legs shook as a shiver traveled up from her toes all the way up to the tips of her ears. She let out huffs, puffs, and moans as waves of pleasure crashed onto the shores of her nervous system. Robin let out a soft chuckle once he too recovered from the intense pleasure that he felt from her pussy claw-gripping his tip and the sudden full tip-to-base shine of his hog at 9.8 meters per second of acceleration.

“Hhhhhhuuuhhhhhaaaaa…” Alex nestled her head against the bird’s chest. Her legs continued to wobble, which meant she wasn’t quite able to be the one bouncing herself up and down on the old man’s dick.

Robin, realizing what his dick had done to his small cat girlfriend, gave her legs and butt cheek a quick squeeze and brushed his beak up and down against her forehead. His beak, despite being razor sharp, never cut or hurt Alex in any way – except that one time when he was giving her head. Hoooh, boy, Alex never let him forget it; he felt terrible for weeks after the tiny nick and still did a little bit now and then whenever Alex playfully held it against him. It did make him so much better at eating her out, though; the importance of work experience!

“Need some help there, Miss California?” Robin smirked, squeezed Alex’s butt and thigh, and slowly started thrusting his hips back and forth. He pulled his dick out of the tigress's sopping-wet pussy and pushed it right back in. He started slow and gradually increased his pace. His dick slid and rubbed against the textured walls of Alex’s love tunnel over and over as he pushed it in and out of her. The wet and sloppy sounds of sex crowded the hiking trail’s airwaves and echoed through the small mountain peaks that they were nestled in the center of.

‘Schlp, schlp, schlp schlap.’

‘Plap, plap, plap.’

Each time his dick buried itself all the way inside of her, his balls slapped against her taint and bounced up and down against the paw that she had curled up underneath it. His balls were so heavy that it felt like Alex was constantly having a warm and sticky hacky sack thrown against her foot. It wasn’t at all unpleasant, as she did like having things touching her paws – she was a paw fiend after all.

Alex felt every inch of her bird boyfriend’s dick as it went in and out of her like a high-speed train through a tight tunnel with near-miss levels of tolerances. The tigress did her part to keep herself fit and tight, only for that old geezer of a boyfriend of hers to ruin it with his much, much larger than average manhood every day; more often than not, multiple times a day. Complaining that your boyfriend’s dick was too big for you was such a first-world problem; there are people starving in poor parts of the world, Alex.

“God fuckin’ damn, girl, you are tight," Robin said through soft gasps for breath as he continued to pump his dick in and out of his girlfriend. He kept a steady pace, having reached a sweet spot that kept him on the verge of busting but just not quite there yet. Pleasure flooded his nervous system and he struggled to keep his eyes open as his balls slapped and plapped against the tigress that he bounced up and down in his lap.

“Ahhhhnnnn…” Alex let out multiple breathy moans as her pussy gripped and clenched around her boyfriend’s hog. Each time that dick hilted inside of her, she felt “full” and her stomach bulged out against her Patagonia jacket. Her textured walls were eager to feel more and more of his length on every square inch of them.

That pussy of hers was a greedy one; sensitive, soft, and near-constantly moist. But it was also hard to please; anyone who was up for the challenge had to work up a sweat, oftentimes until the walls of whatever room they were in peeled from the increased humidity caused by the heat from their bodies rubbing together and the steamy and musky sex mist that was so thick it could almost be considered a liquid. Since she and Robin were in the great outdoors, all their fuckery did was add a couple upticks in percentage to the overall humidity.

The tip of Robin’s dick (including the foreskin, of course) was Alex’s favorite part; the shape was just perfect for pushing the walls of her pleasure canal apart and knocking against the doors of her fertility factory. His dick’s crown, especially, scooped and scraped against her sensitive walls oh so well that her legs went to a silly putty state that may or may not lead to an early end to their hike.

Maybe that was all part of Robin, the Hiking HATER's plan all along.

“M-Maybe… Haaaaaaah… Maybe you should find a looser girlfriend. Someone your age.” The tigress somehow managed to let out a meaty chuckle through her moans and the loud and sloppy sounds of her pussy being pounded.

Robin chuckled through his moans and huffs, too, but he didn't say anything in response to her tease. What he did do as a rebuttal, was stop his thrusts and gyrate his hips counterclockwise to dig his dick’s crown and his studded piercings into Alex’s love canal walls – hard.

Alex arched her back and curled her toes firmly around the bird’s balls that rested against her soft beans. The feeling of the studded piercings rubbing and pressing against her insides was enough to send her into a frenzy where she made words come out of her face hole, but words of those sense made none.

Her body trembled and she tightened her hold around his shoulders as her pussy went through its equivalent of a 12 Richter earthquake. Her walls closed in and clenched around the bird's dick that was inside of her with such ferocity that Robin let out a noise Alex hadn't heard come out of him before, and she had heard plenty.

“Gyuuhhhhhh…” The poor bird wasn’t built to handle that many consecutive clenches – no one was. Once they started, his balls started to tense up and tuck upward, which Alex was able to feel through her foot that was against it. It pulsed as the precious white gold that he had stored inside them churned and made its way from those low hangers through his shaft. His dick throbbed much harder as his cum pushed through its length and shot out of his tip.

‘Spurt, splort, splurt.’

The bird’s grip on his girlfriend tightened and his hips did these tiny bucks forward in tandem with each rope that shot from his rod. Rope after rope of his white splooge flooded her womb like the Venice canals in November. Six ropes of the bird’s cum were all that could fit inside the tiger, the seventh rope onward pushed out the excess from the tiny gaps in between her pink pussy walls and Robin’s big black (brown) dick.

The warmth from Robin’s cum had Alex curling her toes around his balls as they were emptied into her. The strong throbs as his cum shot through his dick made his piercings rub against Alex’s sensitive pussy walls just at the right angle to push her over the edge. Her pussy clenched and unclenched rapidly with the strength of a rock climber’s grip and her entire body trembled. She let out loud moans and shot out a mixture of her squirt and the bird’s cum all over the place, in all directions. Their shared orgasm lasted close to a minute and a half and left a wet and sticky mess all over the boulder they were sitting on.

“Hooooooh…”

“Haaaaaaaaaah...”

Robin’s balls continued to tuck upward as the last of his virile old man seed oozed out from the tip of his dick that was firmly kissed against the entrance of his girlfriend’s cervix.

Alex sat there, with her bird boyfriend’s dick buried inside of her as she took in slow and deep breaths through her nose. Robin’s dick continued to twitch and throb every few seconds, which made Alex’s toes curl and the fur on her tail frizz up. After a minute had passed, Alex pulled her chin from Robin’s shoulder and curled her toes around his fat and now emptied balls again before she pushed herself up and off of his dick and onto her feet.

‘Sllllooooooooorrrrrrrp.’

‘Pop!’

Alex’s pussy came off of Robin’s dick with a loud and wet pop that reminded her of how she liked to enjoy popsicles and Chupa Chups. The bird’s dick had been acting as a mostly secure cork for the DNA deposit that he had made inside of her, so once their genitals were no longer connected, a massive heap of bird semen flowed out of her, onto Robin’s dick, and made the mess they had made even worse – adding another misdemeanor to their list of crimes; vandalism of national parks, punishable by up to six months in prison and a fine of up to $500. Chump change for a popstar, obviously.

Robin wasn’t quite ready for Alex to pull herself off of him, so when she did, he let out a moan and almost lost his balance. He reluctantly let his grip on the tigress’s loosen and watched as she slid up his length and dropped an abundance of his own seed all over his crotch. He let out a heavy sigh and spent the next thirty seconds watching his dick go from fully hard down to a semi. He then heard her let out a grunt as she hopped off of the rock and back onto the hiking trail. He raised his eyebrows at her and watched his cum run down her leg as she got her bottoms back on. She didn’t even try to shake or wipe the excess spooge from herself before she put her leggings back on, which led to some suspicious darkened wet spots in interesting places.

Hot.

All dressed up, Alex brushed her hands on her blue puffy jacket, stretched her arms over her head, and turned around to look at her boyfriend with his cum-covered flaccid penis, sitting on the rock that was covered in the same thing. His dick, although flaccid, still twitched and throbbed as he watched the tigress with a smile.

“C’mon!” the tigress smiled and put her hands on her hips. The slight squeeze to her abdomen from her hands caused just a little bit more of Robin’s cum to flow out from her puss and filter out through her form-fitting leggings. Seeing that, Robin couldn’t help but click his beak (a bird’s way of biting their lip) and his dick throbbed again.

“Can we do that again?” Robin asked as his dick grew from flaccid back to a semi, just from him looking at the work of art, the Pusscaso in between the tigress’s legs.

Alex quickly shook her head at her boyfriend and retightened her ponytail that had become loose from their vigorous mountain trail lovemaking. She threw the bird's shorts at him, which got caught on the rod that stood tall in between his legs. Before Robin could respond, she turned on her heels and continued on the hiking trail that remained ahead, albeit with a slight wobble from Jell-O legs.

Robin sat there and stared as the tigress walked away. He then turned his attention to his tent in his lap and let out a chuckle. “Just like her. Insatiable.”

Only a few seconds had passed, but Alex had already disappeared over the hill. “We can do it again once we get to the top!” she shouted, so her bird boyfriend could hear her.

Robin excitedly hopped off the rock, nearly slipped in the puddle of his and Alex's cum, and clumsily put his cargo shorts back on. He struggled to fit his third leg in there, but once it was as contained as it could be, he jogged after her. His dick’s outline flopped and bounced around, visible even underneath the thick fabric of his multi-pocketed pants. He caught up with her oh-so-quickly, swept her off of her feet, and carried her the rest of the hike to the top.

As much as he hated hiking, the idea of him being able to swing his big dick at the top of one of Big Sur’s peaks was pretty based, as he often heard the young’uns say, whatever that meant.

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Art by EngineTrap

Robin by twinwizardtwrs

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