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Gone Fishin'

By: love_assassyn



John had his son up at 4 that morning, and the boy, Paul, was pissed that he had to go fishing. Paul's mother, Sarah, on the other hand was ecstatic that they were going to spend the day away. She had planned to have the day all to herself, to sleep in late, spend the day shopping, and then go the ice cream parlor and have a banana split for dinner. 

Well, the boys had a late start, so she slept until about 11:30 that morning, when the doorbell rang. She was wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of tight lace undies (she had had sex with John the night before) and a see through bra. She had no idea what was going to happen to her next. She got up, and made her way to the door, and to her surprise, a semi-familiar face was standing there. She knew him, but it didn't click at first, then it did. The UPS delivery man was a guy she had a huge crush on in High school. And the look on his face made her realize that seeing him had made her nipples hard as rocks. He turned beet red, and her face the same. 

He recognized her as the tall, voluptuous dark-haired girl in his senior English class of high school. Awestruck, they stood there for a second, then she turned and reached for her robe behind the door. He stopped her, as she tried to put it on, and pushed her inside. He closed the door behind him, and set the package and clipboard down. 

She was astonished, and he spoke to break the silence. "I've always wanted this, I only wished I had the courage in school", and with that he embraced her. She tried to push away, to tell him she was married, and that she had a son, but he had covered her mouth with his and was licking the inside of her lips. She desperately tried to say something, but he had his hand on her breast, and was rubbing her nipple vigorously. The pad of his thumb was rough, and soon she could not take it. She pushed away, and removed her bra completely, and began to remove her panties, when he stopped her.

"Take me somewhere were we can have some real fun" and with that they were headed upstairs to her bed. By the time they had reached the bed, both were naked. He laid down on the bed, and she took is enormous member in her mouth.

It must've been 10 inches lonf, as she could barely take half of it in without gagging. It was as thick as a roll of salami, and she had more trouble getting her mouth around it. He chickled and pulled his monstrous tool from her mouth. 

He pushed her on her back, and spread her legs apart. Instantly, the smell of her pussy enveloped him, and he couldn’t help himself. He spread her soaking slit open and buried his tongue inside of her.

Her husband had not come the night before, but the odor of him still lingered. He rose from her pussy, and decided that giving her head was not in the best interest. 

So he positioned himself over her, and his throbbing tool up against the opening of her. He asked if they should use a condom, but she had stated that she was sterile after having her son, and with that, the man shoved his tool deep inside of her. She had not had a cock this big inside of her in a long time, and it caused her a little discomfort, but he just kept hammering away with his tool. She moaned, as an orgasm rocked her body, and she could feel his leaking tool begin to twitch and surge. She pulled him out of her, and scooted herself down, so that just as he shot his load, it went into her mouth and all over her face. He grunted, as each shot of thick white cum seeped out of him. She sucked the end of his tool dry, and then got on all fours, and told him that she was ready for some more. 

He needed no more encouragement, and with that, his monster was back inside of her. He ravaged her on her hands and knees. And as she came for the fifth of sixth time, he began to explode inside of her. He filled her full, and he came hard this time, his cum reaching the back of her vagina. 

Then they collapsed in a ball of sweat and cum. He lay there for a second,pulled out, walked downstairs, retrieved the package and clipboard, and his clothes as he made his way back. She was lying there as he walked in, handed her the package, and had her sign. Just as he was leaving, he spoke” Thank You, have a nice day”, “ Oh, my number is on the back of the package, in case you want to do this again” And with that, he walked out. 

Gone Fishin'



The female rolled her hips back, muscles rippling as the weight transferred softly. The golden mane flowing in tendrils as she sat back, rocking on the balls of her feet. Balancing while she straightened, the pale virginal silks whispering as she rose, the lilting jingle of bells joining the song of the beast as she pivoted, music in motion. The snap of a hip sending a riot of sound as the liquid flowing gold sprayed out in her wake as she began her crossing of the large hall. Her hips swaying to a natural gait all her own, the song following her, holding her, as the silks caressed and made the movement ethereal. The beast navigated the maze, a sea of Free pillows and slave furs, heading toward the kitchen supply closet. 

Her hazel hued eyes flickering beneath the pale sweeping lashes, a soft contented smile holding the full lips when reaching the closet the female paused, opening it to pluck one of the several necessary instruments of her quest. She was to go a-hunting. She would be made a temporary sleen of the seas, her prey? The poor unsuspecting fish along the docks, if they only knew! That impish gleam danced in the hazel hues as she found the lined rod, net, extra line, the small bone hooks, the water cage, and a large bucket and turning for the door, the supplies in tow, last minute a pause, a flicker of a grin. 

Setting them down in a liquid flow as the girl turned, the snap and spilling of golden tresses, the lilting dance of bells as she moved upon her toes, that flex of muscle rippling from calve to hip, silent but for that constant bell song that signaled her presence as well as any bosk bell upon a beast in the field, though of a softer, higher and more delicate tone, dancing in the eardrums. sweet in its simplicity. She found a plate of waste bones, left from some of the other girl's cooking. Their future destination no doubt to find the gullets and bellies of fluffy and kitty, those snarling beasts that still held her heart, pink of fur and cute despite their savage carnal smiles. 

Plucking two of the smaller bones with meat still clinging to them, she hurried back to her burden and lifting it all into her capable arms, before the willowy curved beast with the thigh kissing mane of the sun's own ink slipped over to the kitchen door. Her feet happy to find the grass of the garden yard, pausing only momentarily to tip her head back, the smell of the rosemary and mint tantalizing the senses with their sweet aromas. She flashed a brighter grin, her dimples pressing within her cheeks, she hurried into motion once more not wishing to tarry over long, around the hold she followed the flow of the breeze, the smell of the salt filling her lungs. 

The sea awash with light and mystery as the breeze grew stronger as she approached. The sand now slipping within the patches of grasses, the green thinning until their was none, she heard the cries of the gulls overhead and could not help but laugh. They had spotted with their keen sight, the bosk bones and were already fighting amidst themselves over which among them would get the privilege. As if they had been given the option! She bent and snagged a handful of the sand, tossing it high over head, the laughter bubbling 

"Not for you, silly ole biddies! Go nag an ol' turtle!" she flashed them a grin.

And with a show of spirit pivoted with a snap of hip, the spray of gold billowing in her wake, she head down the dock, the wood Warmed by the sun biting into the soles of her feet not pausing until she reached the end. It was there paused placing her burden down, her first effort tossing the cage over the side into the depths, the splash and spray sending droplets across the beast and both a gasp and a giggle as she shivered, the wind kissing each droplet and making the girl smile. such a beautiful thing the Thassa! 

She secured the cage's leather thong to one of the docking posts and then plucked up the bones, one particular brave seagull giving her the evil eye for that one. she laughed and struck out her tongue before quickly securing the to strips of string, bitten to length and tossed over the side at different posts, let the crabbies find them, the girl needed to get some bait now. She would deal with the snapping crawlers when she set her lines. thus the girl grabbed the net and hurried back down the docks, the bowl, hooks, extra line, and rod left to the side unmolested for the moment on the clear day. She hurried to the sandier spot of shore, seeing the movement. of waves she couldn't help but smile brighter. The light dancing across the Thassa almost rendering its waters translucent, the movement of the small schools near the shore barely visible, she shook out the net. It was small, having the two separate sides bunched with two different strings, yet able to be tossed and yanked. All the rope snag together to enclose its belly and hold captive the small freshly hatched schools that make such eager advances. 

The parents surfing the deeper waters, and then the female did do, the beast slipping into the waters up to her thighs, the tips of the pale silks soaking and clinging to her naval and hips as she watched the schools move to and fro, closer and away, always following the movement of the tide. She breathed slowly and calmly waiting, gauging the distance, and then with a gasp, casting the net to slap the water and yanking in one movement. The spray of gold flowing and dancing, the bells silent below the waters and hauling in the net. She pouted. Too slow unraveling the net she moved slowly deeper, letting the waters his at her hips, the chill making the baby hairs upon her forearms dance upon end. she shivered and straightened the net again. Breathing slowly watching the shadows of the baby schools along the mossy sandy bottom and then with an abrupt toss and yank, the glittering net soared forth. The girl already drawing the net in before it hit the water she felt the fight, the drag, already turning and walking from the waters, she had gotten a fair share of babies. A delighted shriek as she hit the shore, she had caught a small, well small for their breed, speckled fish in the midst of the small school.

A slight triumphal twirl, she turned and hurried down the sandy beach and back onto the wooden deck, the silks clinging with the water on them glistening and the thump of her feet matching the soft fiery song of the bells as she hurried. Golden piggy tails billowing in her wake and the nets holding the catch of fine small baits and that one speckled surprise. 

She stopped with a huff of breath, chest rising and falling, loving the sensation of the sea air dancing around her, she turned and with one loud smack she pounded the nets down, the jolt sending the small fish within it into a shock until she could slip them out of the nets and into the waiting bowl. It saved her from the dangers of unseen fish that she might not wish to deal with. She wouldn't want to mistakenly brush an eel of any type beneath the bodies of harmless ones. She slipped the speckled one from the pile, lifting the watery cage and letting it slip into it, casting it back down to hold it until she was ready to go. A quick string of the line of and the choicer minnows, stringing them artfully over the line and hook, leaving their already flapping tails room to make a stir then casting the line out, placing the up against one of the support ties, where she could monitor it's tip for signs of bites, the girls gaze slid back to the bait bowl only to cry out with a scowl, two gulls were making themselves dinner! 

"Gah! Get away you two biddies! Those are niccis! Shoo shooo! Don't make nicci go and get fluffy!" 

The girl snagged the bowl with a dark daring scowl at the loudly protesting birds. placing it in her lap as she plops down on her rear, letting legs hang off the side, the waters spraying across the soles of her feet as they beat against the support posts of the dock, making her giggle. Her fingers clasp one of the bone lines and she wiggles it a little bit, feeling a weighty resistance. Her heart beats faster, grabbing it and slowly, carefully inching it closer to the surface. She didn't wish to lose the snapper. She waited until she got it within sight of the surface, and the smile dazzled the weak as she noticed not one but two! Oh how the sea smiled upon her efforts today!

The one hand reached for the nets, bunching them quickly, while she slid the bowl aside, forgotten for the moment, it would have to be quick. Then she did it, yanking hard upon the bone cord, and swinging the net with the other, the creatures once free of the Thassa's protecting cover releasing, seeking the waters only to find the net, the beast didn't hesitate, but quickly beat them against the dock, knocking them senseless.

Removing their still bodies from the dock she turned and into the basket they went, locked up. The girl at last breathed, free of their pinchers. She dropped the bone back below once more and then crawled back over to the other bone string, not before shooing those pain in the neck gulls from snacking on her bait. A tap on the line, feeling the resistance again, she pulled up lightly, all but wiggling in her excitement. There weren't two, but one old big one, holding barnacles upon its shell, she bit her lip checking the size of the snappers. She was tempted to just let the animal have the bone but, no. She must land the snapper. She readied the net and eased the bone toward the surface, the large snapper doing something unsuspected. It released the line as it felt the rise. With a gasp she heaved the net and released the useless bone to drag on the net strings, she felt the fight and hurried, if it snapped to much it could destroy the net.

Concentration snaring the senses, just as the flicker of the gaze gave way to the dip on the fishing line, a fish! 

"But, but, but!"

She bit hard on her lower lip and hauled the net overboard, the fighting grandfather of a snapper wiggling and seeking flesh with its angry claws, she beat it once against the deck but still it fought, a shocked cry, twice, thrice, and a fourth before she let go of the net shivering. Such an angry creature! 

Holding her hands to her chest to hold her breath, she sagged to the deck boards. Poking at the still figure of the large snapper with a trembling finger and sighed in relief only when did it didn't stir. She quickly unraveled it from the netting, and dumped it into the basket with a contented sigh stretching back on the deck to glance at the pole.

"The pole!"

An anguished cry tore itself from her as she quickly dragged in the line, only to find..

"Drat!" 

The sea beast had torn off the bait and left her empty. A hand reached into the bait bucket and felt thrice before hazel hues glanced over and she just groaned, sagging back onto the boards. 

"Empty." she growled. "Niccy hates those biddies" 

But at least she had the snappers? She began to pack everything once more, drawing up the singled speckled fish and stringing it on a dry line, leaving only the bone lines to last, finding the first empty and finding two more smackers. 

The first proved to be a little slippery but the second, quickly caught and gathered in the basket. Then the beast laden with its supplies hurried back along the warm wooden dock to the hold. Placing things back where they go, leaving the fish to dry, out of reach of the sleen, and low enough to the sleen that the gulls didn't dare it, and kept the chattering, snapping creatures within the basket confined, a rock holding the lid securely down until she found what was to be done with them

When this was done the girl hurried into the bathing space and washed the salted tang of the sea from her figure and hair, leaving in its place the fresh floral smell of the soaps left for the fellow beasts, new pale silks donned and the flow of gold left to dry in her wake as she seeks above, the lilting bells telling the story of the beast as she moves even as the silks whisper the girl's secrets, the weaving figure finding her way back

She came to her silent Master, her muscles rippling softly in her smooth swayed gait, the honey tones moving liquidly around the curved willowy figure of the beast as she draws to Him, pausing slightly to His left and kneeling, melting onto modestly closed thighs as bells fall silent, hands finding the closed limbs, tugging at the silks to smooth them in a habit almost forgotten, so long had it been, tilting her chin back to reveal the city collar, as he watched her as he would his kailla. Her eyes began to dance beneath the soft sweep of long lashes, the lips curled into that familiar dimpled grin, a slight playful toss of the head, the spray of gold dancing to follow the movement, she smiles all the brighter as the light soprano tones drift once more.

"A girl has gone fishing Master. She wasn't that successful with fish Master but she did catch quite a few snappers." She grinned praying that he would find her pleasing.

The Master looked down at the city girl.

"Good job girl snappers are very tasty indeed." 



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Gone Fishin'



"Son," he says, "son."

I spread my legs, arch my back, pushing my ass up at his hands. I'm looking up at him with naked hunger in my eyes. 

Daddy grins. With glacial slowness, he starts to slide one hand down my back. It creeps softly over my skin. Knob by knob it traces the course of my spine, going lower and lower, towards a part of me that needs to be filled.

I shiver. I plea with Daddy in my head. His grin widens. By drinking his semen I've obviated the need for language. Daddy and I are free of names or words. We can, like animal males, live by instinct and lust, free of the insanity of civilization.

One finger goes down my buttcrack, probing the sweaty valley. The anticipation ... how I've longed for this. My father lustily caresses my ass. I'm wet back there, with sweat, wet like a pussy, so his progress is smooth as he moves downwards and deeper with agonizingly slow motions. Daddy's teasing me, like he did when I was a boy, but in a different fashion. Lower and lower, deeper and deeper. 

I have my father's fingers between my asscheeks. I'm encompassing them, and there's a rightness to this.

Humans proscribe incest because they fear its power.

My Dad's finger is almost there, almost to that spot, that place that now is more important to me than even my own cock. Clenched tight, it's the sealed portcullis into a castle of unearthly delights. I know he's wondering at the hairlessness there, the slick smoothness that he's caressing. In time, in time, I think. I'm not yet a real man.

He touches my pucker. I arch my back, looking up at him, feeling Daddy's finger just about to touch my butthole, feeling his cock throb against my belly.

The only guy who I'll let fuck me has to have a dick my size -- or bigger. 

I don't want this ... I need this.

I pull out of his embrace. Water boils up around my feet as I race to the shore, next to the packs and bags we've dropped. I laugh, watching Daddy grin at me, then turn around and present my ass to him, bending over to spread my cheeks. The breeze cools the semen coating my belly, crotch, balls. I bend almost double, long hair falling into the lake. 

Looking back between my thighs I see his grin, his erection, his burning eyes. His hands are on his hips, and ropes of jism sway from his cock. I'm downwind of him, and I trip on his smell, the sex we're having, the love we're making. 

"You're hot, son," Daddy says. And he starts walking forward.

I've fantasized about a certain position, and I want Daddy to take me while I'm crouched in it. So like a quarterback I plant my right hand on the ground, squat down, rest my left forearm on my knee, and stare straight ahead. I don't know (or care) if I can stand the pounding Daddy will give out while I'm bent like this, but it satisfies the major requirement of this moment: Daddy can access my butthole.

He comes up behind me, kicks a backpack aside. I purse my butthole at him. Daddy blocks the air that's been the only thing cooling the fire in my crack. 

I whimper. I know what's to come. There's no anticipation left, just the eternal moments that will pass until me and Daddy are one again.

Daddy touches my crack. I shudder and moan. The anticipation stretches, and I breath the hot air in. The shimmering sun, the molten lake, the pines like whispering guardians -- days like today are axes upon which galaxies revolve.

Daddy's finger plays with my hole -- moves slow over the corrugated surface, as if he's marveling at the tightness and heat of it. There's no hymen to break here; what'll be shattered is the stuff of needs, desires, poetry, far less substantial than anything physical but part of the basic urges that surge in living creatures. My world shrinks down to the need I feel between my legs, the very male demands lurking inside my asshole, the perverse desires that burn within a loving son's breast. 

Daddy's dick presses urgently between my cheeks. He wants this badly. This is the main course; our other orgasms were just appetizers, this is the prime evil that Daddy and I do. I close my eyes -- don't need sight anymore, just my butthole.

Daddy's hands go to my hips. He's mounted me. I can feel his strength as he holds me. I'm a colt to his stallion. My dick slaps against my belly, pumping fluid. We moan, entranced and ensnared. Daddy's slick cockhead slides over my pucker, then it steadies, centered and aimed. His fingers dig into my flesh; biceps tense.

Daddy's cockhead punctures me. Does it hurt? Does it matter? This is my father who's fucking me, and we're completing an act ordained since his sperm rewrote the code in my mother's egg. It's been our fate to rejoin -- and I'm no longer a sperm that could swim back up his urethra to live happily ever after in his testicles. I can only open myself to my Daddy, and let him fill me.

And fill me Daddy majestically does.

One smooth stroke and he's in. As easy as two spaceships docking. My colon bloats around his fat instrument. The fires burning in my ass are stoked by that huge cock. I can count Daddy's heartbeats with my rectum. We're moaning, ecstatically joined, father to son, rigid rod up clenching butt, coupled.

I feel his pubic hairs deep between my cheeks, pressing against my flesh, while his cock yearns inward. He's had these hairs longer than I've been alive. I can't stand it. Helplessly I squirm, skewered on his cock. My balls churn, I moan like a ghost howling in an empty house, and long jets of my love explode out of my penis. My butthole clenches on that cock, my prostate throbs against that log of gristle and flesh, and I shoot all over the lakeshore, and I fuck myself blind on Daddy's rod.

He holds his cock still until my sperming stops, till I'm squatting there, head raised, panting, eyes closed, shuddering and twitching in the afterglow. His hand, gripped to my hip and pulling my butt into his crotch, opens suddenly, and he pats me lovingly. "Good one, son," Daddy says hoarsely.

The hand closes, fingers dig into the flesh. Then he starts to fuck me.

Daddy's fat penis slips down my rectum, the glowing cockhead retreating towards my clenching sphincter. I'm so hypersensitive to him that I can feel the swollen walls of my rectum closing up as his slides out. Then it reverses direction and crashes in, charging forward like an army attacking a fort, and again I'm suddenly full of my father. 

Air gushes out of me. Daddy's cock rams against my gut, and my knees almost turn to jelly. His balls swing between our legs; sweat sprays. I watch the droplets fly as Daddy's cock slides out of me and continues that primitive rhythm that drives men's lives.

His fingers dig into my flesh, I hear him moan, and the pace of the fuck picks up. The sound of wet flesh smacking together obscures the lapping of the waves, the sigh of the pines. I roll my hips around his thrusts, enjoying this like a mare being serviced.

There ought to be pain, I guess; burning or something, while my Daddy's hot cock churns in my guts, but there isn't. The pleasure I feel is what Mom feels when Daddy fucks her. My prostate is swollen as big as an orange, and I can feel Daddy's cock powering alongside it, loving it, warming it. There's immense power in Daddy's strokes, but somehow I'm keeping this ungainly position, squatted down like a tight end, while Daddy takes his pleasure in my rectum.

Then his fingers jab into me, down through my tensed muscles until I feel them on my pelvis. His cock rams faster and faster. I can feel air bubbles now, between the tight tube of my ass and his huge cock. He's fucking wet farts out of me. He's moaning, panting, a strange sound, something like a demon in the throws of pleasure. 

He yanks out till I feel his corona holding my sphincter open. Eternity passes.

Inwards it suddenly thrusts. It stops. And Daddy cries out. His arms jam me hard between his muscled, hairy thighs. I feel tense muscles on my buttcheeks, swollen testicles throbbing against mine. And I close my eyes, knowing what's about to happen.

Somewhere in my dank guts Daddy's pisshole gapes. Blood pulses in his member. The thick gravy gushes up his urethra, shoots out laser-like into me. Into me. The Father fertilizes the Son with his potent seed. It pumps and pumps, coating the hot tissues, relieving a pressure Daddy and I have felt since my birth. His balls are tight against mine, and I feel them contract and writhe against my flesh as they frantically fill my colon with his love. I feel the waves as sperm moves up his cock and into my ass.

My Daddy is coming in my butt.

I shudder, moan helplessly like I heard Mom do when she had this penis, and I explode.

When we're done he bends down and kisses me deeply. His hands caress my flanks, stroke me, soothe me. His long member is still in my ass, and it is not soft. 

"I love you, son."

"I love you, Daddy."

He begins to move in me again, and I moan again, and we remain one through the long session, the longest continual multi-orgasmic fuck in the history of the human race.

After our third orgasm, I heard a guffaw, and I bent down to look back between my legs, under my cock and Daddy's pounding, dripping balls.

The bass boat had drifted round the point, and it had three rednecks in it. One sits in the bow chair, one in the well in the middle, one by the big outboard. Young, not too much older than me, built, blond, tanned. Sweaty beer cans in their hands. They laugh, point, cheer this big burly stud who is fucking this slim, hairless, long-haired blond.

Daddy doesn't miss a stroke. He keeps churning in my ass, puffing like a locomotive, pumping those sperm-rich farts out of my guts with his big hard log. He doesn't seem to know that three guys are watching him screw his son, but I know that he didn't care.

The whistles and catcalls don't die out. They get louder. I stare back between my legs, watching the boat drift between my jism- and sweat-streaked thighs. The good ol' boys raise their beer cans high, whooping and hollering like Indians in an old John Wayne movie. They're shirtless and wear tight faded jeans. Sweat runs down their flanks from their armpits. The guy in the middle, sitting beside the Styrofoam cooler, has big nipples, almost like Daddy's. In the midst of my passionate fuck with Daddy, I feel lust for him like a stroke of lightning.

Daddy's cock, sawing at my breech, is enough to keep me faithful. For me, just Daddy.

The boat keeps drifting. Daddy keeps fucking. I keep moaning.

The cheering and guffaws stop. I knew this would happen. They've drifted far enough to one side to realize that Daddy's not screwing some woman. They see my big prong now, jutting out from between my thighs, foreskin retracted, precum dripping. They can see my straining muscles -- hard, male muscles -- as I hold this position, letting this big man plow me. They see my thick pubic bush, my balls drawn up tight, perfect images of those of the man who fucks me.

"Shit! Fucking faggot bastards!" It's the big guy in the middle, the one with the tits. His snarl is filled with the hate of a cornered animal.

I can't stand the level of pleasure that Daddy's fucked into me, so I start to jet spurts of jism. 

"That fucking shithead likes it!"

Daddy's hips still move. He's pubic hair still scours my butt. But I feel him bend over me, feel his chest hair brush against my back. His iron grip on my hips relaxes. While the rednecks cuss and scream, Daddy's tongue snakes into my ear, driving me to new heights of pleasure. I feel his panting breath while I squirm in my orgasm.

"Get down on your knees, son," Daddy says.

I hear wet plops in the lake. The rednecks have thrown their beer cans, but they're too drunk to aim accurately. They're chanting "Fucking faggots!" like a mantra. The guy with the hot tits is scrambling to get the cooler top off to get more ammunition.

Me and Daddy kneel together, slowly. My cock is still spitting jism whenever Daddy's cock barrels deep into my asshole. His rhythm never breaks. Daddy is the consummate stud. He reaches into the backpack beside us, and I laugh, toss my hair, and grind my hips into his fucking strength.

"Fucking faggots!" The guy with the tits stands high in the bass boat, a can of cold Bud in his clenched fist. His voice drips with fury, contempt, hate.

Daddy pulls the .357 revolver out of the backpack. Shiny and black, it glistens in the sun like a shard of obsidian. Daddy rotates the cylinder three notches. I know how the gun is loaded: three rounds of snake shot, the rest flatnose bullets to deal with humans.

"Fag-"

Daddy straightens up, still fucking me, pace unbroken. I love that man. He turns, aims squeezes off three shots. Two spouts of water erupt by the side of the fiberglass hull, one by the guy in the bow and one beside the guy at the engine. One spout appears on the far side of the boat, and the guy with the tits drops the dripping Bud. The slug has passed between his thighs, two inches from his balls. His mouth is open in a silent scream, eyes wide in unbelieving shock. A wet stain spreads from his crotch as he pisses his pants.

I moan, watching him piss, and explode in another orgasm, my ears ringing with the force of the gunshots.

The good ol' boys rev up the engine, spin the boat on a dime, flee.

Daddy has his orgasm in my butt. He shudders, spits, curses, and floods me with another thick load. The thick gruel runs swiftly down my rectum, out my sphincter, down my legs. 

He puts the gun down, picks me up by my hips so that we resume our previous position, and we resume fucking.

Our last orgasm is simultaneous, and father's and son's souls communed in that eternal moment. You don't need to know about that. It's private.

The sun's changed position in the sky. It's lower, but it's rays are still fiendishly hot. I'm wet as a jock's headband. It feels like a different world. Me and Daddy have journeyed into a different place. Daddy's hot semen -- a hundred million unborn brothers -- pours out of my asshole in a brownish-tinged gray tide.

We're exhausted. It's only the reason we've stopped. Our legs vibrate with the effort of keeping us standing.

Daddy says, through great gasps for air, "Son, I've got to lay down."

So we drag ourselves over to that boulder where Daddy so sexily lounged a millennia ago, our legs screaming, dicks slowly drooping into that sexy male post-orgasmic slightly-swollen state. We fall onto it together, side by side, but I do my best to twist to one side so I can face my father, and look into his eyes, and hold him.

We embrace, and I feel something I've longed for ... my Daddy's sweaty, thick mat of body hair pressed against my naked body, from my own chest, down to my wet crotch. One of his powerful thighs holds mine apart. His arms encircle me, and I lean my cheek on his forearm, only inches from his armpit and that wonderful smell.

We lay entwined, chests heaving, staring into each other's eyes until love prompts us to exchanged tongues in a kiss. Our sweat pools beneath us. Daddy's hands caress me, running over the knotted muscles in my back, massaging me like I had done for him those long years ago when he came in tired and exhausted after jumps from a C-130. I dig my fingers into his thighs -- they're hard as steel, and they vibrate like a tensed spring.

"Son," Daddy says through opened, dry lips, "son, I've wanted that for so long..."

I hug him and hold back tears. "Daddy."

"... never done anything with a guy, and never had anything like that with a woman ... " his voice trails off. 

"Daddy," I say between heaving breaths, "Daddy."

Daddy's lips turn up into an exhausted grin, and he kisses me, which is pretty much how this moment will play out. "Son, I think I got hard, holding you on the day you were born."

I laugh, flop down onto his hard biceps. I watch rivulets of sweat pour out of his armpit. "Love you so much, Daddy."

He laughs too. "You're like me, son. You love things with all your heart and mind, but most especially with your dick."

I grin. "Yeah, I guess." And I reach a free hand over, slip it between our sweaty bodies, and hold my father's cock in my hand. It's big and rubbery and feels like a policeman's truncheon. "You're the sexiest man I've ever known, Daddy. Jesus!"

He laughs. "Yeah, Jesus, boy. You're the best."

"You never been turned on by a guy before?" I ask. Nosy, and stupid, but I want to know. It's easy to ask a parent about his sex life, after you're done fucking him.

"I've seen some guys I've got the hots for. Back in the barracks, when I was a DI, seeing guys around in the buff. Big muscles, lots of hot sweat, hot butts, big dongs. There was a big blond guy named Jones, had an ass as hot as yours." He laughs, looks down at me, laughs, seeing the look on my face. "He was a runner, would jog fifty miles a day. Long thighs, big calves. He was a dope fiend. I caught him at it, told him I'd turn him into the MP's and the JAG, unless ... "

"Unless? Did you fuck him?"

Daddy laughed. "You're a horny one, son. Do you think I fuck everyone?"

"I think you ought to," I said.

"Well, son, I didn't. Got him a different way. I had him running a hundred miles a day. Keep his ass moving. Put him in some sweatshorts and jog him up and down the streets at Bragg, out into the drop zones, back, then out again. He always started sweating in the crack of his ass, but pretty soon it'd all be wet and clinging to it." Daddy laughed. "I used to run along with him for a while. Then I'd run his ass back to the jeep, and I'd get in and follow him around." Daddy grinned down at me. "And I'd jack off in my fatigues, watching that hot ass in those shorts."

While Daddy tells me the story, I feel the blood fill his cock, and I know how powerfully he felt that lust. "You didn't try anything, Daddy?"

"No," Daddy says. "Loved your Mother to much." He slips a hand over to me, takes my cock in his hand, holds it. He slips a finger under my foreskin. "Besides, my first man is you." He strokes at my cockhead, and I shiver. "And you're the sexiest man I've ever known." Daddy's finger is digging out some of the drying sperm from under my skin.

"Why'd you let me keep my 'skin, Daddy?" He's got me rolling around, squirming in his arms, while he plays with my dick.

Daddy pauses. "I heard that guys with foreskin got more sensation out of screwin'. And I knew you'd want that. 'Cause I knew you'd be like me -- horny all the time, wanting to get it on with someone, anyone. And I wanted you to get out of it stuff I couldn't." He stops. "Also, the first time I held you, just after you were born, you were naked. And I looked down, and you had this big dong, even at that age, and it was hard and looked so hot with that skin. So I told your Mom it wouldn't get cut off. And it wasn't."

"I'm glad you didn't." I can feel my cock getting hard, and I want my Daddy again, but there's deep rooted exhaustion in my muscles, and I know I can't muster up the strength to fuck just yet.

"Yeah, me too," he says. He closes his hand around my prick, jacks it. Father masturbates son. My eyes close.

I get shaken awake a little bit later. My Father's prong is pressed into my side. His lips are glued to mine. I feel his beard.

I slip a hand through the hairs on his chest until I feel nipple, and I pinch it. His groan wells into my throat.

He pulls away. "I've never been fucked."

Which is as clear a statement of desire as we need.

So I laid down on the rock, that big boulder that Daddy had picked as his lounge chair when we got to this spot, the old fishing hole. Daddy, looking down at me, grins. He throws a leg over me, straddles me and the boulder.

He bends down and kisses me, and we share the light as we do so.

Then he squats down. As Daddy's puckered butthole rests on my fat shaft, gathering its energies for its virgin penetration, I scheme how I'm going to replace Mom in Daddy's bed.



Gone Fishin'



Henry Stark took a deep breath, the salty aroma of the sea air made him feel good. Two weeks holiday in Devon was just what he needed, a total break from the noisy, tedious work he endured in the car factory back home. The doctors had warned him, take a break now or look forward to a nervous breakdown. He was glad to take their advice, he had not had a vacation for over six years, it was about time. 

He was looking forward to today, he was going fishing, just himself, a small boat, a packed lunch and a fishing rod, perfect seclusion. There was nothing more relaxing than a days angling in a gentle sea. 

He paid the man at the shore for the hire of a small rowing boat and then set out into the sea. The waters in this area were renowned for their good fishing, he anticipated a very pleasant day afloat. 

After a while he stopped rowing, he was quite a distance from the shore, a perfect place he thought to cast his first line. 

For an hour he waited yet did not get one bite. Strange, he thought, these waters were usually so good, maybe a larger fish had frightened them away. Then again, nothing too large, after all this was the coast of Devon, not some tropical ocean. 

He decided to have a little nap for a while, the sea was beautifully calm and if he did get a bite the jerking of the boat would awaken him. 

As he slept the small boat drifted further and further out to sea. 

A couple of hours passed, clouds began to gather and the Sun disappeared behind them, a chill filled the sea air. The abrupt change in the weather awoke Henry Stark from his slumbers. 

He looked at his watch, it was getting late, soon it would be dark, time he thought to be getting back to dry land. He reached forward to pick up his fishing rod, it had gone. It must have fallen overboard while he slept. Damn, he thought, my favourite rod gone. Still he had a brand new one back on shore, he could always try again tomorrow. His hands slid back to grasp the oars and begin the long row to shore. A chill struck him colder than the sea air that surrounded him, they too had gone! He was stranded, afloat out here, miles from shore, the land was not even visible, even if it was he had no way of reaching it without the oars. 

He felt terrified, here he was in a small wooden boat, surrounded by nothing but grey water and rapidly darkening skies. It was a hopeless situation. Then he remembered, every night the coast guard patrolled these waters, within a short while they would come across him, he would just sit and wait until they found him. He wished he had a flare gun but that too had gone overboard with the rod and the oars. He put on a heavy coat, it was getting even colder. 

Hours passed, there was no sign of the coast guard and darkness surrounded everything. The only light came from the moon and the tiny luminescent creatures which seemed to be everywhere in the sea. His hopes began to leave him and were replaced with pangs of fear. Thoughts of sea monsters and spirits began to fill his mind, on land these thoughts would have been amusing, alone at sea, they were disturbing. He could have sworn he heard the wailing lament of a mermaid, or was it just his fear inspired imagination? 

He looked to his left, something moved in the water! No, he was mistaken, it was just a wave, again his imagination had fooled him. 

Another hour passed, still no sign of the coast guard, He felt wretched, if he did not freeze to death, he would probably drown, he was not the strongest of swimmers and the boat on closer inspection did not look the sturdiest of vessels. 

He let his hand trail in the cold, murky water, the sea was even colder than the air about him. Suddenly his whole body jerked in horror and revulsion! He fell back into the boat, almost overturning it in the process, his hand had touched something in the water, something rough and hard. He steadied the boat, terrified that he may fall in with whatever lay below. 

He looked into the water, he could see nothing, whatever it was, it had gone. 

Henry Stark sat there in that tiny wooden boat, totally helpless, totally alone, ravaged by the cold and far worse, by the fear of the unknown. 

He felt the boat jerk violently, he almost fell out, and then he saw it, in the water, a dark shape just below the surface. It was massive, gliding silently past the boat. He could not tell what it was, there were supposedly no big fish in these waters.  

Again he could see the huge dark shape, it was circling the boat, biding it's time, but for what? 

He took in it's full size, it was even bigger than he he had first thought, it was enormous, totally dwarfing the tiny wooden vessel. 

Once more the massive bulk knocked violently into the side of the small boat, Henry Stark held on for dear life and sanity. 

In terrified fascination he gazed at it's silent massive shape, it had no fins or tail, it was neither whale nor shark, it possessed no shell or tentacles, it was not an octopus or squid. 

It was just a gigantic black shape which glided silently through it's own dark domain. What hideous creature could it be? 

Pure terror gripped him, he had to get away from that thing, that unknown creature. If he knew what it was that would allay some of the fears but it was a mystery, an unknown horror, perhaps never before seen by human eyes and now it had sensed him and was coming for him. 

With his hands he paddled in the sea but it was useless, the boat hardly moved at all and within a few minutes he was exhausted. 

He fell back in the boat, broken physically and mentally. Tears streamed from his eyes, he knew that his situation was totally hopeless. 

His feet felt wet, he looked down into the boat, water was seeping in, at the base of the boat was a hole that had been repaired but now those shoddy repairs were disintegrating and falling apart before his eyes. He grabbed for his plastic lunch box and pathetically tried to bale out the ever increasing flow of water. He looked about him for the thing, for the moment it had gone. 

He twisted to his right, he had heard something loud and deep, it was a ships horn, he could not believe it, they were not that far away, within a few minutes they would be right on top of him, he could see their lights in the distance. 

Again the sensation of cold water at his feet forced his attentions away from the ship. With renewed vigour he began to bale the murky sea water from the boats wooden frame but it was becoming increasingly difficult, the hole in the bottom of the boat was getting bigger. 

Faster and faster the cold, dark sea gushed into the dying boats hull, its speed had overtaken his attempts at baling, the boat was beginning to sink. He looked up, he could see the ship! It was less than a minute away, soon he would be safe and dry on board. 

He shouted at the top of his voice, 'Over here, I'm over here!' As he expelled those words he felt the crumbling wooden boat sink beneath him. 

He could hear the ships engines as he paddled weakly in the sea, it was just seconds away. 

Below him in the cold black sea, a large dark shape moved silently towards him. 



Gone Fishing



A few years back I was working for a south Florida publishing company as an ad executive. I would meet a lot of out of town clients. When they come into town I try to make them feel at home. Usually it was taking him or her out to dinner or to a club. Believe me, a lot of stale nights were spent trying to work out a contract entertaining these people. 

This all changed when a gentleman from Michigan named Bill came in town. Wednesday evening I met his flight at the local airport and got to know him as we drove to his hotel. Bill was a man about 50 years old, six ft tall and maybe 180 lbs. He was very eager to tell me all about his business, the wife and kids. By the time we reached the hotel I felt as if I’ve known him for years.. 

That next day was spent showing Bill around the plant and introducing him to the executive board. After a few hours he pulled me aside and confessed that this was terribly boring, and that he had always wanted to go deep sea fishing. I told Bill that I used to be an avid fisherman, and that my brother had a 27” boat that we could take out. So, I called my brother to “reserve” the boat for the following day. Bill was thrilled at the chance. It would be his first time out in the ocean.

The next day we met at the pier at 6:00 a.m. and headed out. Bill had worn a nice polo shirt and a pair of white shorts. Way over dressed for fishing I thought. We found a spot over a reef and put in our lines. After only a couple of minutes Bill had caught his first grouper, then his second. After a few snappers he was looking tired and wanted to take a break from the heat. I suggested that he take a swim. He said he had seen the movie “Jaws”. I told Bill not to worry that sharks are afraid of us too and we both took a swim.

Coming out of the water Bill noticed he had ripped his shorts jumping in, probably on one of the cleats. Having some experience mending sails as a kid I offered to sew them. He happily slid them off saying his wife just bought them and she would shoot him if she knew he wore them fishing. As he handed them to me I saw that his briefs were still somewhat wet. I couldn’t help but notice the outline of his cock as he stretched out on the chaise. 

With his eyes closed working on his tan, Bill was oblivious to his surroundings and to me stealing a look at him. Soon he was asleep and I guessed he was dreaming because his briefs started to tent. “My god”, I thought, “this guy sure is hung.” (Later that day I learned his cock was 9.5”) I couldn’t stop myself from staring at it. Trying to keep my mind on the sewing didn’t help a bit. Bill moved a little, then again, and inevitably his cock slipped out the leg of his briefs and was now running down his right leg. Then as quickly as he fell asleep he woke up. I turned away from him before he saw me and realized his cock was hanging out. I was just whistling softly looking out to sea as if I hadn’t noticed him. I heard him ask how long he had been asleep. When I turned to face him to respond his cock was back inside the briefs. A “good recovery”, he must have thought. Bill said he was going for another swim to wake up, which gave me some time to finish sewing his shorts. A few minutes later I was done. 

As Bill came out of the water to dry off I couldn’t help but notice being soaking wet his briefs left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I could tell he was circumcised. I can’t believe I was getting excited thinking about his cock. Sure I had fantasies before, but never acted on them. 

The towel that Bill had fallen into the fish box so I went into the cabin for another. As I was climbing up the stairs Bill was at the top step wanting to come on down. Not really looking where I was going I almost walked right into his crotch. Stopping just short I was eye to eye with Bill’s half-hard transparent cock. Catching us both by surprise I leaned forward and kissed his cock through his briefs. Bill responded with a audible gasp, as I kept licking and kissing him. I was amazed how Bill’s cock grew another couple of inches. I then pulled down his briefs freeing him. His cock hit me under my chin. I still hadn’t touched it with my hands. Bill was now lightly brushing my hair was his left hand. To this day I don’t know why, but I told Bill that he had the best looking cock I had ever seen. His response was to lift it up to my lips. Using his cock he parted them and I tasted my first cock. I was hooked. I spent a while licking and kissing the head, then slowly working my way down his shaft inch by inch, up and down I went fighting a gag reflex until I could feel him at the back of my throat. I slowed down because my neck was beginning to strain. With that Bill began softly fucking my mouth, then picked up the pace. I felt his hard cock grow even larger, His cock felt so soft yet so hard and stiff. As he had a good rhythm going I could sense he was close and Bill asked me if I wanted his cum. I just softly moaned letting him piston his cock in and out of my mouth. Then it happened. He stiffened up and I began sucking like a mad man and he released, shooting jet after jet of cum soaking my throat, then pulled out and rubbed my face with his hard cock still pumping cum, then back into my mouth to finish cumming he eventually went soft in my mouth. 

Wow. What an experience. Needless to say that was the end of our fishing adventure. I followed him back to his hotel room where we showered and I sucked him off again. Bill did jack me off and taste my cum too, but did not want to suck my cock….Oh well…..



Gone Fishing



=My wife, Sally and I met when we were in our mid-20s. We'd both had a number of previous relationships but found our life-partner in each other. Not that I wasn't curious about those who had come before me - so to speak.

I have regularly quizzed Sally about her previous lovers while in bed. We often use fantasy and role-play in our love making and she knows that the thought of her with another man is quite a turn-on for me. She's often teased me about taking a young lover with a huge cock and fucking him dry. Then letting me place my mouth on her Ai leaking, wet, sperm filled pussy and sucking until I'd swallowed it all.

The idea of another man between her thighs, in her pussy, possibly even impregnating her is a huge fantasy for me.

Or it was - anyway. Now it's become a reality.

This summer we decided to go camping in Belgium with our two kids. We'd drive down to the ferry, cross over during the morning, get to the camp site during the afternoon and fall asleep in our tents as the sun set. The camp ground had a children's crew that looked after kids while their parents looked after themselves.

Despite the early start on the drive to the ferry, Sally was in a good mood and the kids were well behaved. In fact, when we stopped at a service station for some breakfast, Sally was in a very good mood indeed. She sat with her legs open so the young men at the next table could see her knickers. After breakfast she went to the loo before we got in the car. On her return she put her hand in my trouser pocket and left behind her bundled up knickers. I knew then that we were in for an exciting break.

The ferry crossing was relatively fast and the kids enjoyed their lunch in the carvery.

Sally was flirting with lots of young men while lining up for food and wine. And after she'd drunk her wine and got a little tipsy she became even more lively. As she sat down next to me she told me how she felt incredibly sexy walking around without any knickers on.

I was excited by all this flirting on the ferry and at the service station, earlier on, too. As I was pissing I couldn't help noticing the cocks of the men on either side of me. They were good sizes and attached to fit looking men. The sort of men who Sally might well fancy. And who might well fancy Sally.

Sally's got lovely dark brown hair and beautiful chestnut eyes. But she's always fancied fair men with fair hair and blue eyes. She's not a size queen (she says) but she likes a good sized cock that can stay a while. And she loves a good load inside her. Either of the chaps pissing next to me would fit her style. I just needed to see if she'd be happy to take them on.

The ferry docked before anything actually happened and we moved on to the Belgian roads and drove towards the camp ground. We found an excellent spot next to the lake and set up our tents during the afternoon.

The spot next to us was used by a group of anglers who's come over for a competition. There were about six of them next to us and about 30 of them in their group. The chaps next to us were good looking young lads, all from the same village. Several of them were fair haired and I could see how they turned Sally on.

That evening we had a barbecue and chatted with the anglers once the kids had gone to bed. Sally clearly fancied them and kept on giving me meaningful looks as we sat there drinking our beers.

We went to our tent and cuddled up together in our sleeping bag. Sally was quite, quite wet now. We talked as we made love slowly and languorously. Sally said she'd been really excited all day and wanted to know whether I wanted to us to go ahead with my fantasy. Did I want her to have sex with one of the men in the angling party? She knew my answer when I came inside her.

The next morning I got up early, gave the kids some breakfast and sent them off to the playgroup run by the campground. I went back to the tent to get my towel and soap as Sally woke up. She said she was still horny and did I really want her to go ahead with our plan? The tent in my boxers told the story and I hid it behind my towel as we left the tent.

The lads from the angling group next door were getting up as I headed off for the showers. I could see Sally chatting to them, her t-shirt barely hiding her white cotton knickers as I headed off. I thought it was probably best to give her some time to herself (so to speak) and had a nice long shower and shave before heading back.

As I approached our tent I could here the whimpering cries Sally made as she approached orgasm. I stopped and saw one lad come out and another go in. I decided that discretion was probably appropriate here and went to the mini-market to pick up some fresh bread for lunch.

The anglers by the lake all looked at me as I walked past them with my shopping. And the angler walking towards me along the path looked positively sheepish as I passed him.

I entered the tent and saw Sally spread out on the sleeping bag. There was a sheen of sweat all over her body and the place stank of sex. I knelt down between her legs and she spread them wider. I could see the cum of her two lovers matted in her pubes.

Suddenly, my face was between her thighs and my lips were sucking up the cum in her bush. Then my tongue was between her lips and funnelling the cum into my mouth. It was exquisite. The taste was tangy but the experience was an emotional high. My tongue swirled around inside her pussy, licking up the sperm that was swimming towards her unfertilised eggs.

I moved up and kissed Sally. As I did I could still taste the cum from the anglers. My cock entered her wet, juicy, slick hole and I quickly brought myself to a climax as I thought about what the lubrication was.

That week was an amazing experience. Sally had unprotected sex with every man in that angling group (and a couple of others). And I ate every creampie she brought back for me.

We've kept in touch with the anglers. The competition's in Sweden next year. We're planning to stay at the same camp site. 



Gone Fishing



 Thanks to turner28 for help with editing. Hope you enjoy it.

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Mike squinted through the morning sun as it shone over the Bitterroot Range. He glanced down at the sectional map on his kneeboard and picked out the forest service airstrip that was his destination. Finding the airstrip on the ground below, he made a radio call to flight service to cancel his flight plan and lined up his approach to the grass runway. He throttled back the engine on the Aviat Husky to idle and set approach flaps. He dipped down over the tress and set down lightly on the wilderness airstrip, the big tires of the bush plane bounced down the grass runway as he taxied to the far end.

Turning off the centerline of the grass runway, he parked near the trees. As he shut the electronics and engine off, he noticed another aircraft parked across from him in the shade of the trees. The other plane was a Cessna 182 with forest service markings; a small tent was staked out under the right wing.

Mike climbed out of the cockpit and stretched his back muscles. Reaching behind the front seat, he grabbed his fly-fishing gear and started towards the trail that led to the river. As he locked the cockpit door and turned towards the trail, he caught a sign of movement at the corner of his vision. The door to the tent opened and he saw a lithe, female form emerge from inside.

"Hello." Called a female voice.

Mike turned at the sound of the voice and was surprised at the sight that met his gaze. The very attractive woman who stepped out of the tent was dressed in very short khaki shorts that barely covered her firm, tight ass. Her forest service uniform shirt was unbuttoned to her navel and stretched tightly over a light tank top that barely contained her large, firm breasts. He could clearly see her erect nipples poking through the thin material of the tank top. He quickly moved his gaze up to her face as he felt himself staring at her unrestrained tits. She smiled knowingly as she caught him staring.

"Hi." He replied shaking her hand and trying to focus on her pretty face. Sapphire blue eyes flashed mischievously under her shoulder length, dark brown hair. Her full, luscious lips parted in a smile to reveal bright, white teeth.

"My name is Amy." She said. Her eyes traveled approvingly over his 6-foot, muscular frame. She spent a little extra time gazing at the crotch of his shorts where she detected the beginnings of a sizable erection. She licked her lips seductively.

"Hello, Amy. I'm Mike." He answered with a smile. "I guess we're both guilty of staring."

"It's only fair." She laughed.

"Amy, who are you talking to?" Called another female voice from inside the tent.

"I'm talking to Mike." Amy called back over her shoulder. "We have company, Jess. Make yourself decent and come meet our guest."

"I'll get dressed." Jess replied. "You know that I've never been decent."

Mike and Amy shared a laugh at her bawdy reply.

"Can we offer you some coffee before you head off to the river to chase trout?" Amy asked.

"How can I refuse?" Mike answered gallantly.

Mike followed the seductively swaying ass of Amy across the open space to her campsite. As they reached the campfire, the door to the tent opened again and Jess emerged from inside. Standing to her full 5-foot, 9-inch height, she was a couple inches taller than Amy. With her long, auburn tresses and sexy curves, she evoked memories of the cartoon vixen, Jessica Rabbit. The main advantages that she possessed over her cartoon namesake was that this Jess was three-dimensional and flesh and blood. She wore a sage green flight suit that was unzipped halfway revealing tantalizing cleavage between full, firm breasts. Bright green eyes flashed beneath her long, red curls and her lips had a soft fullness that just begged to be wrapped around the shaft of a hard cock.

"You must be Jess." He said as he shook her hand.

"Careful, Jess." Amy warned. "He likes to stare at big tits and firm backsides."

"You wouldn't dream of taking advantage of that, would you?" Jess teased. "Besides, knowing you, I'm guessing that your eyes were locked on the sizable bulge he's hiding in his shorts."

"I think we're embarrassing him." Amy said with a laugh as she offered him a cup of coffee.

"I wasn't expecting such lovely company this morning." He said in surprise.

"Just think of us as fellow anglers." Jess said. She stepped up behind him and wrapped her arms around him pressing her large breasts against his back and kissing him lightly on the side of his neck.

"That's right." Amy said stepping close and sandwiching him between their voluptuous bodies. She opened the front of his shorts and wrapped her hand around his stiffening cock. "We're just hoping to land a nice, big trouser trout. Oh, Jess! I think I found a monster."

Amy dropped to her knees in front of Mike pulling his shorts down to his ankles. His thick, eight-inch cock bobbed in front of her face as she licked her full lips. Leaning forward, she placed soft, wet kisses along the shaft of his dick from the base to the tip and back, again. Her tongue reached out and flicked over the smooth flesh and swirled around the swollen tip. Then, she opened her mouth and swallowed his thick organ down to the base in one smooth motion. Mike moaned as he felt her velvet mouth engulf his entire length.

"Does that feel good?" Jess whispered in his ear as she held him close rubbing her tits against his back. "She's such a good cocksucker."

He watched in amazement as Amy's lips slid smoothly over the surface of his dick repeatedly taking his full length deep in her throat with every stroke. Her hands gripped his thighs for support as she fellated him.

"Amy has trained her gag reflex." Jess whispered as she kissed and licked his ear lobe. "She can deep throat a 12-inch dildo."

Mike moaned from the auditory commentary that Jess was providing combined with the exquisite massage of Amy's mouth and tongue on his cock. Her talented tongue stroked the underside of his cock and swirled around the head with each stroke. When she swallowed him deep in her throat, he could feel the muscles of her throat caress the engorged tip of his dick.

He heard the sound of a zipper being lowered and turned his head to see Jess stripping off her flight suit. She stepped out of the crumpled garment and knelt next to Amy. Mike was completely under the control of Amy's talented mouth as she noisily slurped and sucked his stiff cock. Jess leaned forward to kiss and lick his swaying balls as her partner continued to work on his turgid length. Jess sucked each of his balls into her moist mouth and reached out to stroke the shaft of his dick in rhythm with Amy's mouth.

"Oh, jeez!" He moaned. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it, babe!" Jess encouraged. "Fill our mouths with your sperm!"

Amy sat back aiming the head of his dick at her open mouth. Now, both women stroked his cock in unison bringing him closer to release. With a loud grunt, the first blast of his spunk hit Amy's upper lip, and landed on her tongue in her open mouth. The second blast was aimed at Jess's 36DD tits coating them with a thick, white rope of sperm. The third spurt of cum landed in and around Jess's open mouth. Then, Amy swallowed the head of his cock in her mouth milking the last dregs of semen from his deflating cock.

Jess scooped up the sticky cum that glazed her tits and face, licking his sperm off her fingertips. The women held each other close sharing a deep, creamy tongue kiss and swapping his thick load back and forth before swallowing it contentedly. They looked up at Mike with devilish smiles on their sticky faces as they finished cleaning each other off.

"I guess we got our cream without our morning coffee." Amy teased.

"I think there's more cream available." Jess teased. She reached down between Amy's thighs and unzipped her shorts. Reaching into her shorts, she slipped a finger between the moist lips of Amy's pussy. She brought her fingertip back up to her lips and slowly licked the pussy juice from it. Amy lay back on a blanket as Jess helped her undress. Her shirt and tank top were pulled off and flung to the side exposing her soft 34D tits and stiff nipples. Jess sucked on each of Amy's nipples eliciting loud moans of desire.

"You're driving me crazy!" Amy moaned. "You know how sensitive my nipples are!"

Jess just sucked harder causing Amy to squirm with her arousal. She tweaked and teased the nipple that she was not sucking with her fingers. Then, she began kissing down across Amy's flat stomach until she reached the waistband of her open shorts. Grasping the shorts, she slid them down over her legs before kneeling between Amy's spread thighs.

"Eat my pussy!" Amy moaned.

Jess leaned down as her tongue probed out to lick along the moist, meaty lips of Amy's pussy. The tip of her tongue traced up the outside of one swollen labia and down the other teasing the heated flesh as she purposefully avoided her swollen clit. She plunged her tongue into the steamy opening of her cunt lapping up her tangy juices before flicking it over the sensitive bud of Amy's clit. Grabbing handfuls of Jess's auburn curls, Amy pulled Jess's mouth tight against her drooling snatch.

"Oh, yes!" She screamed. "Make me cum, you slut!"

Mike felt his cock start to stir again as he watched Jess lick Amy's dripping pussy. Jess was on her hands and knees with her face buried in Amy's cunt. He watched as she slipped two fingers into Amy's pussy massaging her g-spot as she sucked on her clit. Amy repeatedly thrust her pelvis upwards humping herself onto Jess's probing fingers and tongue.

With her face buried in Amy's cunt, Jess knelt on her hands and knees with her thighs spread and her own pussy and ass on display for Mike's viewing enjoyment. Caught up in her oral and manual stimulation of Amy's nether regions, she did not see Mike take up position behind her until she felt his face pressing between her thighs. The moist folds of Amy's pussy muffled Jess's gasp of surprise as his tongue snaked out to lick her moist slit. Her gasp became a deep moan as he pressed his face between her thighs. She felt the tip of his nose pressing against the sensitive opening of her anus as his tongue plunged between the moist folds of her pussy.

Amy sat up on her elbows and looked over Jess's back when she heard her muffled moan. She saw Mike kneeling behind Jess holding her hips as his tongue probed her dripping pussy from behind.

"Tongue her ass, Mike." She encouraged. "It drives her crazy."

Her words of instruction were cut short by her moan as Jess shoved her fingers into her pussy and sucked harder on her clit. Following Amy's instructions, Mike gripped the cheeks of Jess's ass and pulled them apart exposing the pink, puckered opening of her anus. His tongue reached out and swabbed around the sensitive rosebud of her ass eliciting another series of moans from deep in her throat. Holding her hips, his tongue pressed forward encouraging her tight sphincter muscles to open up to his moist probing.

Jess lifted her face and moaned deeply as he continued to orally assault her anal opening. Amy sat up and leaned forward pulling Jess's face close to her own. She kissed her softly on the lips tasting her pussy juices on Jess's lips.

"Does that feel good, bitch?" Amy teased as she sucked on Jess's lips and tongue.

"Yes!" Jess moaned into her mouth.

"You like the feel of his nasty tongue in your dirty asshole, don't you?" She teased.

"Uh-huh!" Jess groaned.

"Now, get back to eating my cunt, slut!" Amy ordered laying back and pulling Jess's mouth back to the moist opening of her pussy. "Make me cum!"

Jess went back to devouring Amy's dripping snatch as Mike continued to tongue-fuck her ass. Mike slipped a finger into the moist depths of Jess's pussy working the digit back and forth inside of her and coating it with her juices. Removing the slick finger from her pussy, he pressed it against her anus. His tongue swabbed around the opening of her ass adding more lubrication as his finger slipped inside. As he worked his slippery finger into her tight hole, he rolled onto his back so that Jess's pussy hovered right over his open mouth.

Pulling her hips down to his face, Mike fastened his lips around her swollen clit as he continued to finger her ass. His tongue flicked over the engorged nub bringing her closer to orgasm as he worked his finger in and out of her anal canal. At the same time, Jess had renewed her oral and manual attack on Amy's pussy. It did not take long before Amy's body was shaking with her climax. She wrapped her hands in Jess's hair and humped her pussy against Jess's mouth glazing her lips with her pussy juice.

Mike licked a second finger and slipped it into Jess's ass alongside his first digit. She started moaning louder as her ass was stretched around the two probing fingers. Between his fingers teasing her anal canal and his tongue working over her clit, Jess was soon approaching her own orgasm. Sitting upright, she pressed her cunt down on his probing tongue as her ass swallowed his fingers deep into her grasping hole. He felt the muscles of her ass convulsing around his fingers while she screamed out her climax. Mike lapped up her sweet juices as her climax coursed through her body. Exhausted, Jess climbed off Mike's face and collapsed onto the blanket next to her partners, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"Wow!" Mike said appreciatively. "She really enjoys having her ass played with!"

"Just wait 'til you feel it gripping your cock." Amy said.

"So, do you really want to go fishing, or would you rather spend the day doing something else?" Jess asked coyly.

"I think the fish can wait until tomorrow." He replied. "What were you two planning on doing if I hadn't appeared?"

"We have a collection of double-headed dildos, strap-ons, and vibrators in our backpack." Amy said with a grin. "Of course, a real, flesh and blood cock is a lot more fun."

"Let's go inside the tent." Jess suggested swatting at a swarm of gnats that had swirled around them. "It's more comfortable and there's fewer bugs."

They scooped up their discarded clothing and headed over to the front of the tent. Jess bent over to open the door of the tent prompting Mike to place a wet kiss on her left ass cheek. Jess squealed in surprise and crawled quickly into the tent.

"Hold your horses, stud." Amy teased. "We have all day."

Amy disappeared into the tent followed by Mike who zipped the tent door closed behind him. In the center of the tent, two sleeping bags were zipped together on top of foam pads providing an inviting play area. The two sexy ladies reclined on either side with an open space between them. They patted the top of the sleeping bags indicating that he should lie down between them.

Mike lay down wrapping his arms around the shoulders of his companions as they hugged him closely on either side. He felt them both reach out to lightly stroke his cock and balls as their large breasts pressed against his chest.

"He's recovered, nicely." Amy observed as her soft hand squeezed the pulsing shaft of his erect dick.

"Well, make use of that hard cock, or I will." Jess teased.

Amy swung her right leg over his pelvis straddling his body and aiming the head of his erect cock at the moist entrance of her cunt. Jess's hand gripped the base of his dick holding it upright and rubbing the swollen head over Amy's steamy slit. With a satisfied groan, Amy sank down engulfing his thick length deep inside her pussy until the cheeks of her ass rested against his balls. She leaned forward and started to move her hips up and down impaling herself on his erect cock. Her large breasts bounced enticingly over his face as she fucked him. Remembering the sensitivity of Amy's tits, Mike reached up and began to squeeze the soft flesh with his hands.

"Play with my nipples!" She begged as her hips began to move faster.

Mike pulled and twisted the sensitive nubs eliciting more moans from deep in her throat. He felt her nipples become hot and hard between his fingertips as he pinched and tweaked the pink flesh. He sucked one nipple into his mouth lightly grazing it with his teeth. Moving his mouth to her other tit, he repeated the oral stimulation on her other nipple. The combination of his cock stretching her hot, wet cunt and his oral and manual stimulation of her nipples was driving Amy crazy with lust.

Jess rubbed her wet pussy as she watched her friend fuck Mike's big, thick dick. Feeling her own arousal growing, she stood in front of Amy with her legs spread. As Amy tilted her head back, Jess grabbed the back of her head pulling her mouth tight against the moist opening of her pussy.

"Lick my cunt, bitch!" Jess moaned thrusting her pelvis against Amy's face.

Jess spread the lips of her pussy with one hand and grabbed the back of Amy's head with her other grinding her wet cunt against her open mouth. Mike grasped Amy's hips pulling her down on his erect cock as he thrust upwards. Laying on his back and looking upwards, he had a close-up view of Amy's tongue buried in Jess's pussy.

A new orgasm coursed through Amy's body. She gripped Jess's thighs and buried her face in her pussy latching her lips around her clit as she ground her dripping cunt down on Mike's thick dick. Amy's climax triggered a similar response in Jess who thrust her pussy against her tongue and coated her face with her juices. Amy and Jess collapsed on the floor of the tent next to Mike. Jess looked over eyeing Mike's erect cock glistening with the secretions from Amy's pussy.

"You didn't cum, did you?" She asked crawling over with her eyes locked on his dick.

"Not this time around." He answered.

Jess leaned forward and opened her mouth swallowing his cock deep in her throat. Her energetic cock sucking technique was almost the equal of Amy, and she could take all of his length deep into her throat just as easily. Her moist tongue swabbed over and around his swollen length savoring the taste of Amy's pussy coating his dick.

"My turn." Jess said rolling onto her back and pulling Mike on top of her.

Jess lay back with her long legs spread and guided the head of his cock into the moist opening of her cunt. Mike thrust forward sheathing himself inside her until his balls rested against her ass. A loud moan escaped her lungs as his thick length stretched the velvet walls of her pussy.

"Oh fuck!" She moaned. "Pound me with that big, thick cock!"

Mike got up on his knees and lifted her ankles over his shoulders allowing deeper penetration of her pussy. Holding her thighs, he thrust repeatedly into her wet cunt. His balls slapped against her ass with each stroke as the thick mushroom head of his cock stretched her pussy. Amy knelt next to Jess's supine form and began to suck and pull at Jess's nipples while Mike's prick continued to pummel her dripping pussy. Amy reached down and rubbed Jess's engorged clit triggering a mind-blowing orgasm.   

"Yes! Yes!" Jess screamed. Her pussy squeezed Mike's cock milking him to orgasm.

"Oh god!" Mike screamed as he emptied a thick, creamy load into her wet cunt.

Mike fell back onto the floor of the tent with a satisfied sigh. As he withdrew from Jess's convulsing pussy, Amy dove between her legs. Her mouth fastened on the inflamed, swollen lips of Jess's cunt and her tongue lapped up the mixture of semen and pussy juice that drooled from the opening. Saving the combined secretions in her mouth, Amy moved back up and kissed Jess deeply on her full lips. They shared the mixed love juices back and forth as their tongues dueled in a deep, wet kiss.

"Have a drink, stud." Amy said. She reached into the cooler and grabbed a chilled bottle of white wine. She handed him the bottle as they all relaxed on top of the sleeping bags.




Gone Fishing



"Yeah, we need you to replenish your bodily fluids, so we can drain them from you, again." Jess joked.

"Thanks, I'll do my best." He said. Mike took a swig from the bottle and passed it back to his companions so they could each have a swallow. "I assume that we are not done, yet."

"I certainly hope not." Jess teased. "We have all day and night, unless you have a better offer."

"No, I have no other plans." He replied. "I had just planned a little fly fishing in the mountains, but this is a lot more enjoyable."

"That's good, because I plan to have that big, thick cock in my ass before the night is out." Jess stated in a determined voice.

Mike's exhausted dick twitched involuntarily at her bold statement. The two women giggled at his shocked and surprised look and reclined on either side of him. Their three naked bodies molded together as they relaxed in the warm, early afternoon sun filtering through the walls of the tent. Their recent physical activity combined with the warm sunshine soon had them drifting off to sleep.

Mike woke up a few hours later to the wet sound and moist sensation of two mouths and tongues caressing his stiff cock and heavy balls. He watched as they kissed and licked up and down the shaft of his dick. Their lips and tongues would meet in a sensuous kiss around the swollen head of his cock as they got to the top.

"About time you woke up." Jess teased before swallowing one of his balls into her warm, wet mouth.

"I was afraid we were going to have to start without you." Amy said as she swallowed his cock deep in her throat.

"You look so sexy with your lips stretched around that big cock." Jess whispered in a husky voice.

"Thanks, babe." Amy answered before taking him deep in her throat again.

"You look so sexy, that I think I want to fuck you." Jess teased.

Amy moaned around the thick length of cock that filled her throat as they watched Jess remove a strap-on dildo from one of the backpacks. Fastening it around her waist, she stroked the shaft of the plastic phallus in an obscene manner and moved around behind Amy. With Amy on her hands and knees, Jess knelt behind her and aimed the head of the dildo at the moist entrance of Amy's pussy. Thrusting forward, she entered Amy's cunt with the strap-on dong. Her thrusting caused Amy to lunge forward forcing Mike's cock deeper into her throat. Amy was now being spit-roasted between Jess and Mike with the big strap-on dildo plundering her hot, wet cunt and his larger cock filling her throat.

Amy pulled Mike's cock out of her mouth. Holding it in her hand, she licked his turgid organ coating it liberally with her saliva as she stroked the shaft. Sliding her body downwards, she placed his dick between her large tits and pressed them together.

"Fuck my tits!" She moaned sliding his cock back and forth in her cleavage as Jess continued to pound her from behind with the strap-on.

Mike pressed Amy's tits around the shaft of his cock and thrust his hips upwards. Amy moaned as he fucked her tits and Jess slammed her strap-on dildo into her dripping wet cunt. The soft flesh of her tits felt incredible as it pressed around the sensitive shaft of his thrusting dick. Her tongue reached out to flick across the head of his cock as it appeared in the deep cleavage between her breasts. At the same time, he could see that Amy was getting more aroused from the caress of his hard cock against her sensitive tit-flesh. He knew that it would not take much more stimulation to cause him to unload a creamy load of cum all over her breasts, but he wanted to fuck his companions, first. After a fairly short period of time, he felt Amy's body tense as the powerful fucking from Jess's strap-on brought her to the brink of orgasmic release.

"Oh god!" Amy screamed as her body shook with her climax.

She fell to the floor in exhaustion as Jess's plastic dong slid out of her hot, wet pussy with a loud POP! Jess unfastened the harness from around her waist and crawled up Mike's supine form. Grasping his erect cock, she straddled his waist and lowered herself onto his hard dick with a satisfied groan.

"Oh yes!" She moaned moving her hips up and down on his swollen length. "Fuck my pussy! Get your cock all slippery so you can fill my ass with it!"

Mike grasped her hips and thrust upwards into her moist twat as she thrust downwards impaling herself on his thick shaft. Her clit rubbed against his pelvic bone with every stroke. He squeezed the muscular cheeks of her ass as she rode his cock. His fingers scooped up some of the slippery juices leaking from her pussy and he worked them into the tight rosebud of her anus eliciting a lustful moan from deep in her throat. He pressed an index finger against the opening of her ass working the juices into her tight hole as he continued to fuck her pussy.

"Yes!" She screamed. "I need to feel your cock in my ass, now!"

Mike rolled her over onto her hands and knees and knelt behind her. Reaching between her thighs, he scooped up more of the secretions that pooled at the opening of her pussy and massaged them into the puckered opening of her ass. Reaching back with both hands to spread the cheeks of her ass, Jess knelt in front of him with her head down and her ass in the air.

"Fuck my ass!" She begged.

Mike placed the head of his cock against the pink entrance to her ass and slowly pushed forward. Looking down, he watched the muscles of her anal canal relax to receive the engorged head of his cock. Jess moaned as the large head of his dick slipped inside. Grasping her hips, he slowly thrust forward until his entire cock filled her most private passage.

"Oh, jeez!" Jess moaned as she shook with her orgasm. "I've never felt so full!"

Mike began to slowly move his hips back and forth. At first, only an inch or so of his dick moved in and out of her ass. Soon, Jess was thrusting her hips back at him as he thrust forward and he was using more of his cock to fuck her ass. Amy had recovered by now and knelt next to them watching Jess's ass stretch around his thick shaft. Leaning down, her tongue reached out and swabbed Mike's slick shaft and the stretched opening of Jess's anus. Watching his cock repeatedly stab Jess's ass, Amy felt her pussy moisten with lust. Amy looked on with undisguised lust and envy as Jess screamed out her climax. Mike could feel the muscles of her ass squeeze the shaft of his cock as she shook with her orgasm.

"How does it feel?" Amy whispered in Jess's ear as she stroked her swollen clit.

"Incredible." Jess moaned as she shook with another orgasm.

"I've got to feel that big dick in my ass!" Amy moaned.

"Really?" Jess asked. "You usually don't go for anal."

"My cunt is gushing from watching you." Amy groaned as she rubbed her wet slit. She held her moist fingers up to Jess's mouth so she could taste her juices. "I'm so horny, right now."

Amy got on her hands and knees next to Jess offering Mike a second tempting target. Reaching down between Amy's thighs, he slid two fingers into her pussy coating them with her juices before working the slippery digits into the tight opening of her anus. He continued to slowly fuck Jess's ass while stretching the tighter muscles of Amy's backside with his fingers. With a frustrated sigh from Jess, Mike slowly withdrew from Jess's lovely backside and moved over behind Amy. Lined up with her equally perfect derriere, he began to slowly penetrate her tighter rear passage. Slowly working an inch or so at a time into her anal canal, he was able to fully sheath his cock in her ass over a few minutes.

Loud groans of lust erupted from Amy's throat as she felt her tender backside stretched around the thick shaft of his cock. Jess rolled onto her back underneath Amy so that the two women were in a 69 position as Mike began to increase the depth and speed of his thrusts. The wet lips of Jess's pussy muffled Amy's moans as Mike continued to plunder her ass. He felt Jess's tongue swab over the moist opening of Amy's cunt and across the stiff shaft of his dick as he thrust in and out of Amy's ass. The combined sensations of Amy's tight ass gripping his throbbing cock and Jess's tongue teasing his cock and balls soon had him on the edge of orgasmic release.

"I'm gonna cum!" He moaned as he thrust deep into Amy's ass.

The first blast of sperm jetted deep in her ass. As he withdrew from her tight anal canal, the next spurt landed on the gaping opening of her anus and dripped down across the moist lips of her pussy into Jess's open mouth. Jess grasped the shaft of his cock and stroked it, aiming the next jets of semen at her open mouth. Then, she sucked the engorged head into her mouth swallowing the last drops of his cum.

The three exhausted lovers collapsed in a satisfied and sweaty heap. Amy reached down between her thighs to scoop up the sperm that Mike had deposited around her sensitive anal opening. She licked the creamy offering from her fingertips with a contented sigh.

"You two are the kinkiest ladies that I've ever met." He said.

"Are you saying that's a bad thing?" Amy teased.

"No, just different than I'm used to." He replied.

"You just need to get out more, babe." Jess said.

"Are you spending the night?" Amy asked.

"I didn't bring anything to wear." Mike said in mock horror.

"We'll keep you warm in the sleeping bag." Amy said.

"When we're not busy fucking." Jess added with a laugh. "I still want to feel your cum blast deep in my ass."

"And, I want you to fuck my tits until you coat my tits and face with your sperm." Amy added thrusting her tits towards his face.

"Do you have enough fluids to help me replenish?" He teased.

"I think we can help, babe." Jess said as they moved close on either side of him.

He wrapped his arms around the shoulders of his new companions pulling their bodies against his own. He might not get much fishing done this weekend, but Mike was perfectly content with a different form of outdoor recreation. He only hoped that he had enough energy to keep up with the desires of his new friends. The ladies looked at each other with devilish grins as they considered their plans for the rest of the weekend. Even though Mike had flown into the backcountry for some relaxing fly-fishing, they were the ones who had managed to land a trophy.



Gone Fishing



JOE:

It is a beautiful day on the river. I come here often to fish. I enjoy the peaceful sound of the water running along the river banks and the feel of it rushing over my calves as I stand knee deep and cast my line. Even when I don't catch a thing, I feel my day has not been wasted, I think of it as a mental health day, a cleansing of my soul.

I like this little secluded spot I found about a mile upstream. It is a little bit of a hike, but worth it to have the water to myself. I am not always alone however, she comes to watch me fish, or read a book. I have even on occasion seen her sketching in a drawing pad. I have never seen the drawings, never even asked. We are each doing our own thing and respecting the others space. We don't speak, yet it is a companionable silence. The first time I noticed she was here I was annoyed that my solitude had been interrupted, but as she never disturbed me, I grew used to her. Now I even get a smile on my face when I see her arrive, and she will sometimes give me a "Thumbs Up" when I land a good sized fish.

Today, when I arrived, I looked around for her. She wasn't here, and I was a little surprised at my inner disappointment. But I brushed it off and set about baiting my hook. Took a step out into the water and a deep relaxing breath, and let fly my first cast of the day. It was such a nice day that I didn't notice as the time moved by. I only realized it was near noon when my stomach started to get a little rumble going. I decided to reel in my line and sit on the large boulder by the river bank and have a bite to eat. I pulled out one of the ham sandwiches I had packed that morning for lunch and took a big bite. Leaning back and enjoying the view around me. I couldn't see anything, but I could hear the wildlife moving in the brush and trees around me. I finished eating and took a big slug off the Ice Tea I had brought, then packed everything back in the cooler I had brought with me, and set back to get fishing. It only just then dawned on me that I hadn't caught a thing yet. I chuckled at that and decided I would change bait. Maybe they would like some crickets instead.

Now, I don't usually notice it, but for some reason, as the afternoon started to move on, I actually started feeling a little lonely today. No sooner did that thought pop into my head, I looked up and saw her walking down the little trail to the small clearing across the river. She set her things down, spread out a small blanket and sat down casually upon it. Only then did she look up and catch my eye. She smiled and gave me a little wave. I tipped my fishing cap back at her, and realized I had a pretty goofy looking grin on my face. I was glad she had arrived. She looked so comfortable and cool in a nice floral sundress, what do I know from colors, it was some shade of orange, but I'm sure they got a fancy sounding name for it. Little light weight nothings of sandals on her tiny feet, which she kicked off almost as soon as she arrived. I watched as she rummaged around in her bag, pulled out a book, and waved at me again, before she rolled over onto her belly, book in front of her, back and feet to me and proceeded to get lost in her story. I sighed contentedly and proceeded to reel in my line for another cast.

For a while the day moved forward like this..I casting my line...she reading her book...only stopping occasionally to change positions for both of us.

LILY:

I hate when I have to work on Saturday. Today was such a lovely day too. I was sure he would be fishing today. I love to spend the day with him, watching him fish, even though he doesn't know this. I have never spoken to him about it. Maybe if I hurry, I can get this work done and still make it to the river.

I rush out the door, headed to work, still thinking about how to get things done and get out of there, as I start the car.

Several hours later, I look down at my watch as I pull into the driveway back at home. Not quite noon! Not bad. I still have some time if I hurry. Thinking to myself of the things I need to get together for the trip to the river...bag, paper, pencils, book, water bottle...should I eat before I go or pack something to eat there, hmmmmm? Rummaging through drawers, finding the essentials. I head for the bedroom to change clothes. As I step into the closet, I see several skirts and tops, but I don't want anything binding, the day calls for comfort and relaxation, then I spot the coral sundress. Perfect! Slip on some flip-flops and grab the bag, I'm headed back out the door.

As I drive, I think about the past couple of months. I remember how, when I first decided to follow him upriver, he did not seem pleased at all. I had watched for a couple of weekends as he had arrived and always headed up the trail, away from the swimming area and the noisy families. Some mornings I had seen his car, but he must have arrived early enough to have avoided the crowd near the parking area. Then one morning I had decided...what the heck, lets see where he goes. It was quite a little hike, up to his fishing spot, but when I got there I could see why he bothered. It was a beautiful spot. With a nice little clearing under the shade of a large tree, close to the river. Only a couple of steps down, to be able to wade in and feel the cool water on my feet. He had slowly gotten used to my presence so that I think now, maybe, he even enjoys seeing me.

I arrive at the river and park, I notice his vehicle is here and grin. I rush to get up the trail, even stumbling once over a branch in the path. As I near our spot, I slow to a leisurely pace. No need to appear in a hurry, wouldn't want him to get suspicious of my motives. I'm pretty sure I have him convinced I just wanted a quiet spot as well, and that he has no idea, I actually find him very attractive and just like being near him. Watching as he casts his line, his biceps going taut then relaxing, his legs and arms tan from the time spent in the sun. Very nice to look at. When I turn the last bend in the trail I see he is there, in the water, casting his line. I proceed to set up my little area, and sit down. I glance at him casually and wave. I can feel my pulse pick up the tempo as I see he has removed his shirt and the wet hair indicates he had cooled himself with a duck in the water. I lie down and face away from him so I can try to read my book. If I had to look at that view, I knew I wouldn't get any reading done.

Still, as I read the same line over and over again, I find myself thinking about him. We are pretty close to the same age, and neither of us are what you would call spring chickens. But I have managed to hold on to what many men would still call attractive looks, and He definitely has nothing to worry about. And I can tell he isn't the type who even considers his looks as he dresses for the day. He has an easy confidence. My thoughts have me fidgeting in place, I have rearranged myself several times trying to get comfortable. At last I just give up and sit up, with my back against the tree. This is just so silly. I should just say something to him, but I don't want to break the silence.

I watch him for a few minutes, casting and reeling in his line. I let my mind wander to what I would really rather do than talk to him even. For several weekends now I have been letting myself daydream about him walking over without a word and reaching over to touch me. Maybe starting at my shoulders, a hand caressing the soft skin, traveling up to my chin, lifting my head to lean in close and the touch of his lips as he gently kisses mine. I close my eyes, and let the fantasy run wild in my head.

JOE:

I look over casually to see she has sat up and has leaned up against the tree. I cast my line again, only to realize...wait a sec. I glance back at her to see what had caught my attention and made me look again. Her eyes are open and she is looking right at me, but I don't think she even sees me. It wasn't her eyes that I realize I had seen at first glance though. It was her hands. I look back at her eyes, they are closed now, with her head against the tree. She is biting her lower lip, oblivious to my presence it seems. I am mesmerized as I watch her hands, one is raised and moving slowly along her neck, lifting her hair, as the other is....slowly traveling up her thigh, legs slightly apart. I shake my head, and close and open my eyes again to make sure I'm not imagining this. I watch as her hand unconsciously moves higher, her dress moving with her arm, lifting higher, till I can see a hint of light blue between her legs. Any pretense of fishing has completely left my mind. I glance back at her face, eyes still closed, tongue darts out to lick her lips. As I let my eyes travel back down to her hand I see she has finally reached the edge of the blue I saw a second ago. As she brushes her fingers across the fabric, I see her body shiver. Her hand stops, I glance back at her eyes. They are open and seeing now, her face a very pretty shade of rose, as she blushes....

LILY:

Mmmm, as my imagination leaps forward, I am feeling very aroused. When I feel myself moan aloud, I am jolted out of my trance. As I looked up at him I realize he had been watching me, and I don't know for how long. I also notice that my thoughts had managed to travel through my body. My nipples were hard, and my hand was resting on my mound, beneath my dress, my legs open and my panties visible. I took all of this in in a second, then felt the rush of blood to my cheeks as I realized he also noticed everything I just did. I jumped to pull my dress down and straighten my hair, looking away. OMG, what had I done, I'm sooo embarrassed. What does he think of me? I try to look back over nonchalantly. He is still standing there in the middle of the little river, not moving, just watching me, with a half smile lifting the corner of his mouth. Then he does something completely unexpected. He backs up to sit on a rock across the river from me, lifts a knee, looking very comfortable and raises his hand to me, as if to say...carry on.

I'm shocked. I know I look ridiculous, sitting there with my mouth hanging open. I close it slowly. Look around me for something...I don't know what...look back at him. He seems perfectly relaxed, waiting for me to...continue? I take a deep breath to steady my nerves. I wonder if I could actually do something that bold. Well...obviously I can, I just was...but could I do it consciously, knowing I was being watched? I look down and raise the hem of my dress an inch or two, look back up at him. Questioning him with my eyes, he nods back at me. Okay, so this is what he meant. As I try to relax, I realize I am a little moist and, not just a little, turned on. Maybe if I don't look at him, go back to my fantasy I can do this.

I close my eyes, and imagine it is his hand sliding my dress up my thigh, so slowly it aches, another hand at the swell of my breast. His lips on my neck licking the curve of my collarbone, up slowly to my ear. I move my fingers closer to my inner thighs and let them caress the soft skin between my legs, lifting my dress higher. My other thumb brushing across my nipple. I take a deep breath to steady myself, and open my eyes to look directly into his. I feel the heat in my glace, I see the arousal in his. I glance down and see he has his own hand placed on the outside of his shorts, stroking through the fabric. I look back to his eyes, as I reach up to the straps of my sundress and lower them over my shoulders, pulling the bodice down. Revealing the bared skin to his gaze, lowering still further, as my breast are released from the fabric. My nipple pert at his glance, I run my fingers across each one, as he presses his hand harder against the bulge I see building there.

JOE:

I could feel my cock twitching as I watched her unconsciously stroke herself, but when she blushed, I felt it leap. She shuffled about her straightening things trying to look distracted, but I wanted more. I thought my best bet was a challenge. Most women love a dare, to prove themselves. I was pretty sure begging or demanding wasn't gonna work with her, but maybe a challenge...along the lines of.."is that all". Eyebrows raised, head tilted, cocky half smile, as she looked back at me. I could see her gears turning now, considering her options. Then when she tentatively raised her skirt for me, I knew I had her. I calmly nodded to her, as I watched her close her eyes and lean her head back.Her cautious movments, I knew an audience was was a new experience for her. I also knew the moment when the forced display reverted ti instinct, as her body relaxed and relayed the signals of excitement coursing through her. The next time she looked at me I could see the lust burning in her eyes. My cock was pressing against my shorts now straining to be freed.

As I watched her, she lowered the top of her little dress, and as she was wearing no bra, I saw her luscious breasts fully open to my view. I reached for my zipper and lowered it, pulling out my stiff cock stroking my self as she pleasured herself in front of me. I watched as she moved her hands back to her thighs, spreading them farther for my full view, She wasn't so far away that I couldn't see the darker blue in the crotch of her panties. Knowing that she was wet just made my cock pulse harder in my hand. She rubbed her hand over her panties, running her finger up and down the crevice, panties getting darker with each pass. Damn! she was soaked. She slowly slid the fabric over and I get the full effect of her glistening pussy as she spread her lips for me. The whole time she was either watching my face or looking down and watching me stroke my cock.The look of passion in her eyes had me getting harder still. I could feel a drop of pre-cum slide down the shaft as my hand moved faster on my "rod".

LILY:

I watched as he pulled his hard cock from his shorts, and it sprung into the sunlight. He stroked it for me and I felt the muscles in my womb clench, the juices flowing inside me, dampening my panties. It was so warm I had to reach down and try to relieve the throbbing with my hands. I wanted him to watch me now, no longer nervous or self conscious. I rubbed myself first through my panties, then I moved them aside to feel the wet flesh, hot and throbbing beneath my fingers. I hadn't even penetrated within and I was already so close to a climax. But I wanted to hold on and watch as he stroked his cock to match my tempo. I knew he was not far off himself when he could no longer sit on his rock, but stood to really give me an awesome view. As I realized we were both moaning and panting now, I plunged two fingers into the depths of my pussy, screaming as I felt the first wave hit me. I knew it wouldn't take much. All these new experiences had me more excited than I had ever remembered being before. I looked up at him with raw passion as my orgasm overtook me, flooding me, I felt my body convulse and the juices flow onto my fingers and hand. I watched as he too stroked faster and grunted with pleasure and lust, watching my orgasm was the last straw for his composure as well.

JOE:

DAMN!! Watching her cummmm, was too much for me, my cock was practically jumping out of my hand as I imagined it was me and not her fingers pounding into her pussy, my cock sheathed in that velvet wet glove. I felt the gush of cum rush from my balls to come bursting from my head and into the water a full foot or two in front of me. I could feel my eyes glazing over, even as I watched hers do the same. I stood in the middle of the little river breathing hard and slowly calming my pulsing shaft, a few extra strokes to release that last few drops. I looked at her as she had fallen over onto her blanket with the rush of her orgasm.

When we both had started to recover, she looked up at me and blew a kiss. She started to redress herself. I put my dick in my shorts, :). I noticed when she started to pack up her things into her bag. So, I decided to gather my belongings as well. I waved to her as she headed off down the trail.

I realized I hadn't caught a single fish, but thats okay, I had a great day anyways. Thats why they call it fishing and not catching.

I crossed the river, and headed down the trail about 5 minutes behind her. When I got to the parking lot, she was waiting at her car. I looked up at her.

"See you at home, honey?" She asked.

"Oh, you better believe it babe!" I replied.



Gone Fishing



"It's going to be a nice day," Carrie said. "We should get some fresh air."

"Do you want to go to the park?" Mary suggested. "I bet there will be a lot of guys out in Riverside Park. And there are all those wooded areas."

"Not that I have any problem with wood," she replied. "But I'm thinking of going a little farther up the river. You know where the dam is, about two miles upstream?"

"Sure," Mary agreed. "But what's up there? I thought we were going to... you know... do something fun."

"The fishing is good up there," Carrie said. "I'm sure we can find enough candidates for a good game."

Mary imagined the warm sun on her bare back, the smells of flowers and grass, the gentle breeze coming off the river and brushing her skin...

"Okay," she agreed. "You're on. What are the rules this time?"

Carrie thought about it for a moment. "It might be slim pickings. Maybe the first one to get him to finish... and get a picture of him. We'll probably need to split up, so we'll definitely need proof for this one."

"So first one back in the car?"

"Sounds good. I'll pick you up in a half hour."

The game was on.

Mary selected a running outfit; she didn't want to look out of place, out along the river, and there would be brambles and nettles and everything; it would also give her prey a chance to see what they were in for. Besides, she didn't want to spend her valuable time picking burrs out of her clothing. She wanted to win this one.

She took a quick look at the small notepad she kept in her desk. It didn't have anything written on the cover; it was intended to look as uninteresting as possible. She flipped past the first few blank pages, until she got to the ones that were filled in. She started counting.

Carrie, four; Mary, two. She couldn't afford to fall behind.

The first one hadn't been fair, of course. Carrie had thought up the game, suggested it there at the nightclub before Mary really had time to think about it. Besides, she had been a little drunk. She barely got her guy into the bathroom stall before Carrie came looking for her. It had taken Carrie maybe five minutes to find a guy, take him into a corner, and blow him. She had given herself a headstart, really, by picking her guy out before even suggesting the game to Mary.

The second game had gone to Mary, though. The crowded coffee shop was her turf, and Carrie had made a huge mistake in suggesting masturbation, Mary's specialty. She had had two orgasms under the table before Carrie got her hand into her panties.

The third game went to Mary, too. They crashed a Christmas party together, and the challenge was to get oral from someone there. Carrie thought she was being clever, not mentioning that they could pick a man or a woman as their prey, and she had gone for the most obvious dyke in the room. But Mary had lucked out, found a horny guy off by himself who would have done anything for a little attention. She was having a deep, moaning orgasm while Carrie was still trying to get the lesbian to take her bra off. Lesbians liked to talk.

The rest had all gone to Carrie. She had become focused and determined. Mary tried too hard to enjoy herself -- why bother playing the game if you weren't going to enjoy the fucking? -- and it slowed her down.

Not this time.

She checked the mirror; the spandex running shorts clung to her thighs, all the way around, and the bright green trim on the back highlighted her nice, smooth ass cheeks. She gave them a little slap, just for the little thrill. The running top hugged her close, too, and it rubbed her just right, making her nipples stand out, nice and sharp -- unmissable.

Her phone rang. "I'm outside," Carrie said. She was early -- part of her plan, no doubt.

"Be right down," Mary said, just fixing her hair one last time. She was ready.

Carrie had opted for an outfit similar to Mary's, knee-length running shorts and a running top. Carrie had gone for a looser top, though -- and Mary figured she knew why. No bra. She wanted maximum jiggle. Well, it made sense; she wouldn't be wearing the outfit for very long.

"So whenever we're done, we'll text," Carrie said, pulling away from Mary's building. "If you hear me text you, you'll know I'm done and you can finish up at your leisure. Don't worry, I'll wait in the car for you."

Mary laughed. "You just wait, bitch. This one is mine."

"We'll see."

It was only about ten minutes' drive to the parking lot. "My brothers used to fish here when we were kids," Carrie said. "On a nice day like today, there should be plenty of guys around. Remember, though, it's first back to the car. And with photographic proof."

"So you know where all the best fishing holes are around here, then? No fair."

"Fishing holes aren't what you should be worried about," Carrie said with a grin. "Anyhow, it's been years since I was here." She turned the car off. "I'll leave it unlocked." She smiled. "Not that you'll be back here first."

"You'll see."

"You do look delicious," Carrie said, eyeing Mary critically. "This might be the end of my streak."

Feeling her eyes on her body made Mary tingle. She couldn't wait to get out there. "Well, let's get it on."

Carrie was out of the car and gone.

Mary decided to go in the opposite direction from Carrie; Carrie had a head start anyway. Mary quickly found the path running along the river. She could just see the water sparkling a few yards away, between leafy trees and tall, swaying grass.

She started jogging, taking an easy pace; she didn't want to run right past a potential prey without seeing him. She couldn't afford to miss an opportunity.

But she was running for about five minutes before she found anyone; she stopped when she heard a masculine voice and found the little clearing by the riverside.

The guy was older than she liked, easily in his sixties. He wore a hat with a bunch of lures and hooks in it, and one of those vests that fishing guys seemed to like. Worse yet, he was flanked y a couple of boys, neither more than about eight years old.

Still, she couldn't be picky; she had a game to win. "Hiya!" she said in her best bubbly blonde voice. "How's it going?"

He turned and looked at her, and she was pleased to see him take his time, drinking her in. "Well hello there," he said. "Billy, Cohen, say hello."

"Hi," the two boys said in unison.

Well, this wasn't going to work. No way she would be able to separate him from the two boys for long enough. Best to be moving on as quickly as possibe. "Hey," she said, "You haven't seen anyone else fishing along here, have you? A guy -- on his own?"

"There was one young feller who came by here a little while ago," the guy said, and pointed further up the path. "Pretty sure he went that way."

Young feller. Not too young, she prayed. "Young like these two?" she asked.

"No, round about your age, I'd guess."

Perfect. "That's great," she said. "I'll go see if I can find him."

"Right."

The old man turned back to the river. Rude. If he'd only known what he could've had... well, his loss, right?

She almost missed the little path, only a couple of hundred yards further up the river. It was barely wide enough for her to slip her slim frame through without getting snagged on the branches that hung low over it. But she could see someone in there, just barely, just a glimpse of a flannel shirt and short, sandy hair.

The guy leapt to his feet as she made her way through to his little clearing. "Wow, hi," he said. "I--"

He could see all of her now, and he seemed to have lost his power of speech. [QQQ start] That was fine, of course; Mary didn't have time for talk.

"Listen," she said. "I'm looking for a good, fast fuck. Right now. No strings attached, just your cock and your cum and that's it. Okay?"

"I don't--I'm sorry, you must--uh--"

In another situation, she might have found his stuttering confusion a little sweet; it was a luxury she couldn't afford today, though. She pulled up her top, letting her tits fall free. She dropped it by her side. "You know how to fuck, right?" she said. "Please don't tell me you've never had a woman before."

"I--sure--" His mouth kept working but nothing was coming out. Great--if this kept up, soon he'd be communicating in grunts and clicks. Well, she didn't need much from him anyhow.

She kicked her shoes off. "You're going to start fucking me very soon," she said, "or you're going to miss out on the chance of a lifetime." She stepped in front of him and placed her hand firmly but gently on the crotch of his shorts.

Wow, yes, he was getting ready. She had begun to worry the guy was gay or something, but no, he was packing a nice, healthy erection already. Yes, this was looking good.

He still wasn't making a move, though. Was she going to have to do everything? Was he going to want to cuddle afterwards, too? "Let's get this started," she said, kneeling down and tugging his shorts open.

He licked his lips and cast one last, desperate glance past her, at the path where she had entered. Then he pushed his shorts down over his thighs.

She had been right--he was definitely ready for her. His cock, freed from the shorts and boxers, stuck out at an eager angle, quivering slightly. Mary settled in, and gave the large purple head a long, slow circle with her tongue. He gasped as she ran her tongue along the sensitive spot, right at the bottom of the head. Yes, he was ready. But it was a great cock, truly one of the best she'd seen in a long time. Long, yes, but thick, too, with a nice, firm head. She would get him ready with her mouth, but no matter what, she was taking this cock in her pussy.

She wrapped her lips around the girth of it, and pushed her mouth down the shaft as far as she could. She released him, not too fast, and then pushed again, and finally, finally, felt his hands on the back of her head. She let go of him and looked up, into his eyes.

There it was, that animal look that Mary loved to see from a man. She grabbed the shaft with one hand and stroked it a a couple of times, two or three good firm pumps. "How's that, then?" she said. "You into this now?"

"Oh, god," he gasped, and threw his head back. "That's so--"

She guided the thick, throbbing cock back between her lips, and cradled his balls in her hand, soft and warm and downy, yielding to her grasp. She ran her other hand around behind him and gripped his ass cheek. He clenched it suddenly, and his cock moved into her, fast, deep in her warm, waiting mouth. Yes.

"I'm--I'm--" he said.

Wow, this was going to be quick after all. She moved back, letting his cock swing free again. "Don't you dare. I want that cock inside me."

She put one hand down her shorts, feeling the spandex flex and tighten against the smooth, bare skin of her lips. Her fingers reached down and found her moist, warm pussy. It must have been the sight of that cock, the thought of it pushing deep inside her. She was ready too, ready right now.

She pulled the shorts off and let them fall wherever they wanted--she'd find them later--and dropped to her knees again, facing him. "Are you ready to fuck me?" she asked, leaning back and spreading her thighs nice and wide. She played one of her fingers over her swelling clit, spreading her juices on it, loving the slick, smooth slide. "Come on," she said. "Fuck me. Now."

He scowled at her. "Turn over," he ordered, a surprisingly commanding tone entering his voice. "I'm going to fuck you from behind."

He advanced on her, his cock looking even more massive as he approached, and Mary scrambled to turn over. "Come on," she said. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard--"

He was on her quickly, all over her, like an animal, grabbing her hips tightly in his hands. She instinctively struggled, and felt a little jolt of pleasure when she found it was fruitless. He had her.

"Now..." she breathed.

He lanced into her, the full length of his shaft running up her waiting cunt, so deep it rattled her teeth. He grunted with the effort, and at first he didn't move, just stayed there buried inside her, further than she could have thought possible. She wiggled a little, loving the feel of the rigid shaft resisting her.

"Come on," she said, not bothering to look back, bracing herself for the next stroke. "Fuck me. Fuck--"

WHACK. A blow landed on her left ass cheek, heavy and sharp, leaving a delightful tingle after the initial shock of it. WHACK, again, this time her right cheek, the flesh quivering with aftershocks. The sparks of pain and pleasure danced around her, into her, carrying on up along his shaft and deep inside. 

"Yess..." She hissed through gritted teeth. Please, please, one more, one more...

But he was moving again, pulling his cock almost free, each millimetre making itself felt along the rim of her labia. Just when he was almost out--no, no, she thought, don't stop now--he was plunging deep inside her again, a rush of force and strength that made her almost buckle.

His pace increased suddenly and sharply, his hips pounding against her ass in a furious frenzy, his balls swinging against her with each powerful stroke. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as his pelvis smacked her and his member burrowed deeper, deeper, finding the very depth of her.

His hands suddenly clutched her waist and his back arched so hard that she felt like were being lifted off the ground, supported only by his raging erection. He held her there, and time stopped--she panted, waiting for it, waiting for him to--

"Aaaaaaahh--" he said, a long grunt coming from deep inside him, and then she felt it, the jet of hot cum spraying inside her, then another and another--

She let her own orgasm take over, washing out every sense except the feel of that hot cock filling her pussy. She revelled in the weight of him as he slowly sank down, his body releasing him and letting him come to rest on top of her.

She drew a long, deep breath.

"That was great," he murmured, running his hands up her hips and sides and back down again. "That was just..."

Shit--the contest. Thank god this guy was fast. Mary wriggled out from under him and scrambled to find the clothing she'd discarded in the clearing. Her phone--was it in her shorts pocket?

The guy lay back against a small hump of earth, his cock still almost completely erect. "You okay?" he said.

"My phone," Mary answered. There--under his shirt. When had she dropped it?

"Do you want--"

"No, I got it." She turned it on and selected the camera before she wheeled around and pointed it at him. "Smile," she suggested before taking a pic.

"What the--"

She grabbed the shorts, handing on the branch of a low bush. Thank god she'd worn the black ones, she thought, as a thin trickle of moisture began to run down her leg. She wriggled in and sat down to pull her shoes on.

"So--what, I'm like some kind of trophy?" he demanded, sitting up now. "This is some kind of game?"

"Exactly." Mary bounced to her feet and stuffed the phone into her waistband. "Don't feel bad--you played well." A little aftershock hit her, the mere memory of his hard, fast penetration bringing back just a breeze of her gale-force orgasm. "Very, very well," she added.

He lay back again. "I guess I can live with that," he said, a little smile appearing on his lips.

Mary blew him a little kiss and clambered through the bushes and back on the path.

She saw the car and Carrie at the same time, and felt a slight relief; Carrie was only a little closer to the car than she was. She might be a speed demon with a cock, but she was a slow-ass runner. Mary stepped up her pace just a bit and reached the car with a few seconds to spare.

She leaned on the hood, realizing that her legs were about to give out from the exertions of the day. Carrie stopped beside her, giving her a little smack on the ass. "You bitch!" she said, with a smile. "You'd better have some proof."

Mary pulled her phone out and opened the pic she'd snapped: the long, lean, muscled body of the guy, his cock still tall and proud in front of him. A little trick of the light made it seem to glisten and shine, even on the small screen of the phone.

Carrie stared at the pic, wide-eyed. "Wow. I should've gone that way. he's gorgeous."

"He knew how to use it, too," Mary said. It wasn't quite true, but she liked letting Carrie know that she'd had a good time. She had come, too, after all.

"You fucked him?" Carrie exclaimed.

"Sure."

"Huh." She peered at the photo again. "That was fast."

"He was. What about you?"

"I didn't have time to take a picture," she said.

"So no proof?"

Carrie stood up straight, waiting, and Mary turned to her, wondering what she was going to do. Without a word, Carrie pulled the neck of her tank top down, exposing her cinnamon-tanned tits to the sunlight.

"Well?" Mary asked.

"Look closer."

Mary bent towards her, then ran a finger down her cleavage. Yes--her skin was slick with moisture, with the jizz of some lucky guy.

"I was worried I would soak it all up in my top, getting back here," Carrie said, lifting the fabric back up over her tits. "But it didn't matter anyway."

She opened the car door and Mary went around the other side, grateful to sink into the deep passenger seat. "This was fun," she said. "We shoud go fishing more often."

"It's always fun when they're biting," Carrie agreed.

She started the car and peeled out of the parking lot. Mary felt every shudder, every vibration, coursing through her body. God, she was still that sensitive.

"So that makes it four to three," Carrie remarked.

"Mm-hm," Mary said. She was tired, suddenly, a calming wave of sleepiness drifting placidly over her.

"I'm thinking about our next game," she said. "I don't think it should be so easy for you next time."

"Wasn't easy, really--"

Mary looked over in time to see a devilish little grin curl Carrie's lips. "Just you wait," she said. "You wait."



Gone Fishing



As I walked through the woods with my best friend Jason and his father, I tried to count how many times we had walked this same route to the same spot at Long Lake. It had to be close to a couple of dozen times, having gone at least a couple times a year since I was 9, and that's been ten years.

One of these times would eventually be the last, because we were starting to go our separate ways, Jason and I. It was more of a natural thing, with Jason now starting his second year in college out in Colorado, that we were not quite as close. He had a new life of sorts out there most of the year, while I had stayed local in choosing college, mostly because of costs.

So I tried to treat each trip like it was the last, savoring every moment in the company of what seemed to be like my second family. Oh, I had a Mom at home, so it wasn't like I was an orphan, but my father had taken off long ago - just went out for a drive and never came back, like that Springsteen song went.

Jason was lucky. His father always came back, and although I always told Jason how lucky he was to have a father, I don't know whether he believed it or not. Perhaps he will one day when he's gone, but I hope that day never comes because I'll probably miss Will Simpson as much as Jason would, maybe more.

I've never been much for praying, but when I did back in my younger days I often wished that somehow I would get adopted my the Simpson family so that Jason's Dad would be mine too. I love the man, and as I've grown older that love has changed, evolving from a sort of hero worship to what it is now.

Will Simpson - Mr. Simpson to me then and now and probably forever - is talking with us as we walk down the trail, pointing out different varieties of tress and noting how a couple had fallen since our last visit. I'm nodding and paying attention, but more to Mr. Simpson than the foliage.

There was a time when he was twice my size, and while he still towers over us kids the differences aren't that great any more. At about 6'4" and around 200 pounds, Mr. Simpson has a few inches and a few pounds on me, and even thought he's about 50 he's still in great shape and still is athletic as ever.

Mr. Simpson looks stern and imposing - resembling Iron Man in a way with his bald head and muscular physique, but he's a teddy bear inside. Jason doesn't think so and claims he can be a hard-ass on occasion, but that's all right. He's a Dad and sometimes they have to remind you of what his and your responsibilities are. I guess that's the way it goes, but obviously I don't know for sure. 

I'm just glad Mr. Simpson lets me hang around with them so much, especially on these little fishing trips. Jason doesn't seem to mind either, so it works out great for me. I don't even care that much about fishing. It's their company I enjoy most, especially Mr. Simpson.

As we fished, I wondered what Mr. Simpson would say if he could read my mind. Would he recoil at the things that go through my mind when I look at him? Does he know that, while maybe I'm not homosexual, I sure as hell am bisexual? If he did suspect that, would he expecting that his son was not the object of my desires?

Jason's not, although he's a lot like his father, a Will Simpson in miniature. I'm never felt anything toward Jason that's remotely sexual. Not like his Dad, and although I don't know when I started feeling this way, I do know that the feeling only gets stronger as time passes.

One thing I knew for sure, as I watched Mr. Simpson reel in another fish while we laughed and cracked open the celebratory beers he allowed us to have on these trips despite being a year or so shy of legal in that regard, was that I knew Will Simpson sure didn't have those feelings toward me. He was 100% straight.

"Gotta go," Mr. Simpson announced later in the day, and when he asked whether we wanted to join him only one of us did, and that of course was me.

It was a ritual of sorts, and back in the day it was all three of us whizzing away after making our way a good distance down and away from the water, but Jason had stopped joining us. I guess he felt weird taking a leak with his Dad but I sure didn't.

As we unzipped and let loose, I tried to make my staring not look as obvious as I feared it was, and could hope that it worked. There he was, Will Simpson, after giving his cock a couple of tugs, standing there with his hands on his hips waiting for the flow to start.

It was a thing of beauty, that much was for sure. I used to be terrified when I would glance over and see that enormous hose hanging out there. Medium brown and scary looking, and recalled thinking in my youthful ignorance that there was something wrong with it, because it didn't have a head on it like Jason and my dick had.

It doesn't scare me any more though. Like with our heights and weights, I've caught up somewhat with Mr. Simpson, and while I'm still not close to him size-wise I no longer hide myself when we go side by side.

I still lose in our contests, because he can whizz halfway across the forest with that weapon, but I came pretty close to beating him this time. I hoped he didn't notice that the reason was that I was beginning to get a hard-on while I went.

"Who won?" Jason asked when we got back.

"Guess," I muttered in fake disgust, although his father claimed that I almost dethroned him this time.

"Everything is falling apart on me," Mr. Simpson joked. "Comes with getting old."

We all chuckled, but while I want to tell him that he's not getting older, he's getting better, I don't. I also don't tell him that when I get home and am under the covers, I won't be thinking about the ones that got away while fishing, but about seeing that beautiful hunk of manhood once again and fantasizing about it doing other things besides peeing.

***

Months later...

The phone call came early in September, and when I heard the voice on the other end I feared the worst. It was Jason's Dad, and the only reason I could imagine him calling was that something had happened to Jason. To my surprise and delight, it had nothing to do with Jason.

"I'd love to!" I said when Mr. Simpson asked me if I felt like going fishing with him the next day.

"With Jason out west and all it's kind of lonely around here," he explained.

There was a Mrs. Simpson, but judging from what I witnessed and from comments Jason made in the past, they really didn't have much of a marriage any longer. Without Jason there, I suspect that hanging around the house wasn't all that much fun.

This was going to be strange, being alone with Jason's father, but I was looking forward to not having to share him with my friend, as selfish as it sounded. Because I was so fired up, I got a lousy night's sleep, but was raring to go the next morning when Mr. Simpson came to pick me up in his Range Rover.

From the second I hopped in the front seat I sensed something was different. Mr. Simpson seemed nervous, and while he was very friendly his manner seemed forced, as if he had something on his mind besides fishing.

"You know, some of the best times I've had have been with you fishing," Mr. Simpson said, and I noticed that he had gone past the turn off for the lake, but figured that maybe he was going a different route or maybe to another spot. "You and Jason of course."

"Same here," I said.

"In a lot of ways I've always thought of you as a son - a son I'd be proud to have," Mr. Simpson confessed, and then he put his hand on my knee and squeezed it lightly. "But I've often thought of you in a different light, do you know what I mean?"

"Uh - I'm not sure," I said, my eyes on Mr. Simpson's long fingers as he kneaded my leg as the Range Rover slowed and he made a right turn.

"If I'm wrong about this, I'm sorry, sorry beyond words," Mr. Simpson said as the car stopped, and when I looked up I was staring at a brown door with a gold number 8 on it. "But I've always felt that you had feelings for me too. Feelings beyond friendship."

I don't know what I looked like at that moment as it struck me that we weren't parked at the lake but were in front of a room at the Three Bears Motel, but when I looked over at Mr. Simpson he looked like I felt. I'd seen him happy, mad and every emotion in between but never like this. Never scared. 

"Please say something," Mr. Simpson finally said after I sat there with my mouth open for the longest time. "Was I wrong?"

"No," I managed to say, my voice barely audible. "You weren't wrong."

"You don't have to, you know," Mr. Simpson said. "If you..."

"I want to," I said. "Just scared."

"Me too Steve," Mr. Simpson said. "Me too."

***

The motel was nearly deserted, which meant that no one watched as we entered the room with out luggage, which consisted of a little cooler that usually held a few beers and a container of bait. It didn't register until later that there was no bait in the cooler this time, and fishing was never on the agenda.

"Gotta go," I said after we entered the room of the dated motel room, even though I didn't.

I stared at the mirror, trying to keep from hyperventilating or fainting. I was 19 but was acting like a little kid. People do this stuff all the time, I kept telling myself, but that wasn't the case with me.

I had been with 2 guys in my life, but they were dudes my age. I had been propositioned once by an older guy but I chickened out, and now I wished that I hadn't because I was in way over my head.

Adding to my confusion was the realization that Mr. Simpson was no more straight than I was. Never in a million years would I have suspected that, and to think that he all those times I was looking at him and fantasizing, he was doing to same about me.

Even when I opened the door to rejoin Mr. Simpson, I half suspected this was some kind of joke. Jason's Dad did have a weird sense of humor, but when I saw Mr. Simpson sitting on the edge of one of the beds wearing only his boxers shorts, I knew this was for real.

"Here we are," Mr. Simpson said, rising up from the bed, and he looked even bigger without clothes as he stepped toward me.

"I wanted to do this for so long," Mr. Simpson said, and his hands were shaking when his hands came up and cupped my face.

When his lips met mine my knees buckled, not expecting this, but when I realized that this was no different that kissing a girl. I returned the passion, and after we separated it struck me that my first real kiss from a man had just happened.

"Haven't been with a guy since college," Mr. Simpson explained as he started unbuttoning my shirt. "Do you and Jason... sorry. None of my business."

"No, not me and Jason" I said quickly. "I've only been with two guys. Not really sure about - I don't know. Myself?"

"Me too obviously," Mr. Simpson said with a nervous chuckle as the last button came free and he pulled my shirt off my shoulders and ran his hands over my smooth, scrawny chest. "Nice."

"Can I hug you?" I said timidly, and after he nodded and opened his arms I found myself leaning into Mr. Simpson chest.

Like a cloud. That was the way the mat of hair on Mr. Simpson's chest felt again my smooth skin as we embraced. The thick billowing hair, which was all dark brown when I first started noticing things like that, now had a little silver mixed in, but what I relished was the feel. I had always wanted to run my hands through the rich pelt to see what it felt like, but one doesn't do that to a friend's father. However, here in Room 8 it was different

While I held Mr. Simpson I felt his hands down at the button of my shorts, undoing them, and after they came loose and dropped to the worn carpet, Mr. Simpson's long bony fingers were squeezing my butt through the cotton of my briefs while pulling me tight against him.

Was I supposed to do something? All I wanted to do was hold Mr. Simpson just like this, reveling in the feel of our bodies together. I wasn't hard, but not because I wasn't excited. I was scared, and even though Mr. Simpson was nervous too, he still intimidated me, and not just because he was a head taller than me.

I let my hands slide down Mr. Simpson's back until they got to the elastic of his boxers, and I heard Mr. Simpson take a deep breath through his teeth when I started doing to his butt what he was doing to mine.

"Want to see you - all of you," Mr. Simpson was saying as he stepped back from me and sat on the bed behind him.

His hand rubbed my limp dick through the cotton before coaxing them down over my pubes and freeing my dick, and as he worked the underwear down my thighs he leaned down and kissed the head of my dick.

Naked except for my socks, I looked down and watched Mr. Simpson's fingers grab my dick and give it a couple of pulled before taking me in his mouth. My hands went to his bald head, gently rubbing the smooth skull while he sucked on my dick.

"Probably not doing this well," Mr. Simpson said after lavishing affection on my flaccid tube without getting any reaction. "Been a while."

"No - it great," I said. "I'm just scared - nervous."

"I'm nervous too Steve," Mr. Simpson said. "But don't be scared of me. Please. I love you.

He rose and kissed my forehead and gave me a smile, and I found myself going down to my knees on the threadbare rug like I had dreamed of doing so many times before. My hand went to the bulge that snaked down the right leg of the boxers, and when I touched it I could tell Mr. Simpson was hard. 

Hard and excited about being with me, and as my fingers went down the bulge - so far that it was almost sticking our of the end of the leg of the boxers - I felt my dick start to stiffen. I tugged the boxers down, past the salt and pepper bush that grew wildly above his manhood, and then I started to expose his cock.

I thought it had looked huge when I would stand next to it in the woods, but that was nothing compared to the way it looked as I eased the boxers down along the length of his cock as it stayed pinned against the fabric.

How could a man be so large, I wondered as the thick shaft of his manhood was exposed, the thick vein that meandered down the top seeming to be twitching, and then came the outline of the head of his cock, visible under the dusky foreskin.

Finally, I got the boxers down from Mr. Simpson's cock, and as I ducked away his erection rose like it was being jacked up, his manhood lurching up in a series of bobs until it stood straight out in front of him.

Only the very tip of his glans was visible from the end of his long foreskin, and as I took the boxers from around his ankles I glanced at the underside of his mighty organ and shuddered at the veiny undercarriage and the sight of his balls, which hung low in an over-sized pouch.

My right hand came up and took Mr. Simpson's cock by the base of the shaft, my fingers not even close to meeting. I could feel the blood surge through his member as I held it in my grasp, the organ very warm to the touch. My left hand joined my right, and as Mr. Simpson's hand ran through my hair I opened my mouth.

Unlike the other two cocks that had been in my mouth, I had to stretch my jaws to the limit to make sure my teeth didn't scrape Mr. Simpson's cock. My lips went down to the ridge of the head before retreating and after I pulled my lips back to the end I wiggled my tongue into the opening, tasting the pre-cum that I had coaxed out.

I started to move my lips down the dusky shaft a little further each time, but it was clear that I would never be able to get more than half way down. I took one hand down between Mr. Simpson's thighs, which he bowed apart to make his balls available.

I was shocked at the size of his nuts, which were pretty much the size of mine, only they hung in a incredibly long and loose sac. I rolled the ping-pong sized orbs in my hand, and as I did Mr. Simpson's hand came down and covered mine, clamping down hand and making it clear that was the way he liked them handled. Rough, and though I didn't want to hurt him, I learned that didn't seem to be possible.

So I squeezed his balls, kneaded them roughly and damn near twisted them into knots while continuing to suck on his cock, and all the while he told me how good it felt. Then I felt myself being lifted upwards and pulled on top of Mr. Simpson on the bed.

He rolled me over onto my back and started kissing my neck and collarbone while grinding his body into mine. I felt our cocks, both now very hard, rubbing against each other while Mr. Simpson nuzzled into my neck and nibbling my shoulder, even pushing my hand up above my head and licking the sparse spray of hairs hidden in the hollow before working his way down my body.

My cock was so hard that it was arched back against my stomach, and I felt Mr. Simpson pull it upright as he leaned across me. His broad and muscular back hid what was happening below, but when I felt my dick being taken into a wet and warm place, I knew what was going on.

Up and down the length of my cock I felt Mr. Simpson's lips travel, and each time he got down to the base he shook his head and sucked hard before his mouth went back up to the tip. He was having no problem deep throating me, and with his hand milking my nuts it wasn't long before I was about to cum.

I cried out, trying to warn him while clawing at his back, and then I erupted, with Mr. Simpson swallowing and siphoning out the seed from one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced. Even after I went limp he continued to suck my cock, pulling and stretching out my flaccid tube with his mouth while my hands stroked his back.

Even through the pelt of hair that coated Mr. Simpson's back I could see the scratches I had caused when I came, and apparently what I was doing with my hands met with Mr. Simpson's approval because he leaned back and let out a sigh.

"That's nice," Mr. Simpson said as my hands went over his back and shoulders, kneading the muscles that were rock hard under my fingers, and he leaned back even further so I could kiss the back of his neck.

That also allowed me to reach around and grab his cock, which was hard and curled up toward his stomach, and as I stroked his huge manhood he told me how much he was enjoying my touch.

"Glad the hair doesn't bother you," Mr. Simpson said, and then he proceeded to tell me how Jason's Mom over the years had come to loathe his hirsuteness, even suggesting he get the fur professionally removed. 

"Can you imagine how long that would take?" Mr. Simpson laughed, and all I could say that I thought hairy guys were really sexy, and it was once of the things that always excited me about him.

Still slowly jacking him off, I let Mr. Simpson reach his arm back around me and bring my face to his chest. His nipple was in that thick mat of silver and black, and when my mouth found the plump bud I sucked on it hard, Mr. Simpson's groan telling me all I needed to know about how that felt to him.

I kept sucking and as I did he started to thrust himself into my hand, but I didn't want him to cum like that so I eased my grip and slowed my stroke while biting his nipple playfully. My finger slid up to the tip of his cock, which was dripping pre-cum, and as my digit rubbed the opening Mr. Simpson let out a groan and told me I was driving him crazy.

"Am I too heavy on you?" he asked, since he was draped partly across my chest, but I was relishing the feel of his body on mine so much that I didn't even notice his bulk.

Just to the side of the nipple I kept gnawing on, my eyes drifted up to the thick tuft of hair that filled his armpit, and as I looked I remembered that time a while back that we were all screwing around down by the lake and Mr. Simpson had put me in a headlock.

I recall Jason laughing and telling his father that it was gross, but it was anything but that for me. Mr. Simpson had been wearing a tank-top, and during the wrestling my face had gotten turned around so that my face was buried under his arm.




Gone Fishing



Those thirty seconds or so had been incredible, and I wanted Jason to shut up because I had gotten into that position of my own free will. I relished the manly and not-unpleasant manly aroma coming from the soft fur that day, as well as the thrill of being under Mr. Simpson's control like that. I had also hoped that he hadn't noticed the bulge in my pants, along with praying he didn't realize how much that turned me on no matter how weird it seemed.

As I stared, I realized that Mr. Simpson had been watching me, and while my mouth had been busy working, my eyes were obviously elsewhere. Mr. Simpson nodded almost imperceptibly, and I wasn't even positive that he had nodded at all, but after I took my mouth off his nipple and began nibbling my way over to his armpit, the hand cradling the back of my scalp made it clear that what I was about to do was more than alright by him.

As I buried my face into the hot and moist thicket, licking and sucking and chewing like an animal, I stopped stroking Mr. Simpson's cock and simply held it loosely. About a minute later I felt his throbbing cock surge in my grasp as the gentle giant let out a roar, and only after he went limp in my hand did I look down at the ropes of cum that were strung all over his stomach and chest.

I suspect my face was red and not only because of the exertion I had put out lavishing affection on Mr. Simpson, but he was flushed as well, and after he let go of my scalp he chuckled while apologizing.

"I know I'm strange," Mr. Simpson said as we untangled from the awkward position we were in. "You probably don't remember this, but one time when we were fishing..."

I cut him off at that point, and after I told him everything about that day, right down to the color of the tank-top he was wearing, h acknowledged that I did indeed remember that playful headlock. He hadn't known that I had been the one that maneuvered myself into that position. 

"That explains how it was so easy to get you there," Mr. Simpson laughed, and after I explained that while I hadn't had much experience in my brief life, I always had been attracted to guy's armpits, mone more so that bushy ones like his were, and as long as they didn't smell stale I loved to show affection there.

"Amazing," Mr. Simpson confessed, explaining that he had done the same thing back in his younger days with guys, and even admitted that he had always nibbled under his wife's arms while lamenting, "She won't come near mine though."

With Mr. Simpson on his back, I climbed up to my hands and knees and took it upon myself to clean the mess I had helped create, licking the strings of semen that had begun to cool, savoring the sweet taste of his seed along with the feel of the hair against my tongue.

As I finished up cleaning Mr. Simpson off, he started to move me around so that I was on top of him, facing the opposite direction. I felt my balls getting gobbled up one at a time, and with his flaccid cock within reach, I pulled the limp tube up from between his legs and began to lick it.

Because I was smaller in stature than Mr. Simpson and my cock was stiff again and arching up towards my stomach, I assumed my dick was out of his reach as I hovered over him, but what Mr. Simpson mouth and tongue was doing was fantastic.

Along with sucking on my balls, Mr. Simpson was letting his tongue slid up and down the ridge that runs from the base of my scrotum down toward my ass. I was so busy trying to control what was a big floppy dick that felt like jello that I didn't notice how far his tongue was going until it reached my balloon knot.

"Omigod," I groaned as I felt my friend's Dad burrow inside of me, sending chills throughout my entire body and causing me to let go of his cock because I was afraid I would bite it my mistake.

Mr. Simpson's tongue felt like a snake as it probed into me. I contented myself with squeezing his balls while running my tongue along the vein-riddled underside of his cock below my face, a cock that was getting harder every second.

The room was spinning around me, so unaccustomed was I to what I was experiencing down below, and it was just as well that I was in this sort of euphoric state because I didn't really realize what was happening other that the fact that it felt good.

Mr. Simpson's tongue was replaced by a finger, and then a second digit was forced into my ass, spinning and churning in between bringing his tongue back into my orifice. My cock was so hard it was curled up against my stomach as I felt Mr. Simpson's hands on my hips, effortlessly lifting me off of him and onto my stomach where he lifted my hips up.

"Want you so bad," I heard Mr. Simpson mutter as I tried to lift my face out of the bedding while he climbed behind me and put his finger back in me, a finger that felt slick and cool.

By the time I realized what was going on I felt him pushing inside of me. It felt like Mr. Simpson entire hand was going up into me, but it wasn't bone but flesh.

I let out a howl that was probably muffled by the pillow my mouth was full of as I belatedly realized what was happening. Mr. Simpson's huge manhood was sliding inside an orifice that prior to a few minutes ago had only experienced a finger my entire life, and a timid one at that. It hurt at first, and I might have even cried a bit, but as Mr. Simpson wrapped his arms around me and embraced me, the pain eased.

It only lasted a couple of minutes, but as Mr. Simpson thrust into me harder and deeper with each stroke, I found myself wanting more. I wanted him hard and deep, and although I had lost my erection when he first penetrated me, when Mr. Simpson's hand came down around and grabbed my cock I got hard again fast.

I think I came a split-second before Mr. Simpson did, but as I sprayed a load all over the sheets I heard Mr. Simpson groan loud as a soothing warmth filled my bowels.

"Are you okay, Steve?" I heard Mr. Simpson say as I collapsed onto the messy bedding, but I assured him I was and asked him to stay where he was, right on top of me because I barely felt his weight, so taken was I by the feel of his hairy, sweaty body against me.

"Ooh!" I sighed when I felt the head of Mr. Simpson's dick pop out of me as he went limp, and we stayed like that until we decided that a shower was in order.

We took the shower together, a long, warm and relaxing experience where we cleaned and lovingly explored each other's bodies in the cramped tub, and it lasted so long that I was hard again by the end.

"Take me," Mr. Simpson said as he bent over and grabbed the rim of the tub. "Take me like I took you."

That was my first time at the giving end of course, and while it was satisfying, after it was over and Mr. Simpson asked me how it was I had to be honest.

"I really like it better the other way," I said, and not only because it was the way it should be, with the dominant man in control and me his for the taking.

I liked it better that way because of the way it made me feel no matter how anatomically impossible it seemed that he could get that huge member intothat tiny opening. Despite his incredible size it felt so amazing when he was inside me that I wanted it - and more of it - and I told him so.

"I only wish I was your age," Mr. Simpson said after he assured me that although his spirit was more than willing, his flesh would not be able, at least not that day.

I was able to prove him wrong with my insistent mouth and hands that wouldn't take no for an answer, and that day was only the beginning. My ass was his for the taking, and over the next few years he took my ass every chance he could, because I was always available for him whenever he called.

All through my college years we would meet whenever we could, and I relished him taking me. He was never too rough, and many times I asked him to be even rougher. To this day I can't explain why it was so good with him when with other guys - it just wasn't the same. Not even close. No other tongue and no other cock ever felt the same.

Mr. Simpson got transferred by his company around the time I graduated from college, and although we went our separate ways physically, we remained friends with many wonderful memories of time we spent together. To this day whenever I see something fishing related, I think of Mr. Simpson and smile.

***

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Gone Fishing



My name is Darren. It had been a rather long winter, or at least it had certainly felt like it. Now late spring, I was jones-ing like most everyone else I knew, to get out in the nice warm sunshine and do something to shake off the winter cobwebs. It was the middle of the week. In addition, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, to spend a little alone time with Mother Nature and some much-needed solitude.

I live in an area where there are plenty of mountains close by. And where there are mountains, there are rivers and streams. And where there are rivers and streams, there are usually plenty of fish.

Better still, I knew of a great place. It wasn't that far away, easy to get to, and had always provided plenty of action with some nice-sized trout as a reward for my efforts. I had decided to go up during the week, figuring with any luck, I'd run into maybe one...or two other anglers while I was there. Thus leaving me with plenty of my own solitude to find a spot, sit down, and simply relax. Work had been hectic enough as of late, and I was looking forward to some much-needed down time to get away from it all. After a short scenic drive up the mountain, I pulled into the small parking lot, which was adjacent to a picnic area, and from which the trail led off making its way down towards the large stream where I planned to drop my line in.

To my surprise, and disappointment...there were well over half a dozen cars in the lot, along with three or four mountain bikes as well. I immediately realized I wasn't the only one who had a severe case of spring fever, and had decided to take advantage of it by coming up here. I could only hope that not all of them where here to fish. Though I took some comfort in the fact that, there was plenty of good holes to fish from, though I hadn't planned on having to hike a goodly way in order to do that either. Still, the excitement of tossing my line out here soon, chased away whatever initial frustration I might have felt as I parked the car, and hurriedly gathered up my fishing gear, heading down and towards the trail that ran parallel along side the stream.

As I headed down the trail, I spotted one guy who had picked out a spot on my right, thus deciding to head left and go upstream where I knew there were several great spots to choose from. I could only hope some of them hadn't been already taken, as I really didn't want to have to spend another half hour simply looking for one. To my delight, I looked ahead further up the trail, and where I could also get a pretty good look at the stream as well, and saw no other anglers currently fishing there. I smiled inwardly, maybe luck was with me after all, and that my coming up here today would prove to be worthwhile anyway.

I had no idea at the time.

As I said. I hadn't seen anyone else yet, and certainly no one was set up down along the streams bank, so I began to angle off, making my way towards a particular spot when the sounds of voices actually reached my ears. 

"Shit!" I said silently to myself, and then began scouring the area looking for where ever the sounds were coming from. And it wasn't even ongoing conversation so much that I could hear, as it was some sort of strange sound, almost like an animal grunting at times that I could hear, though in between that I could also hear the occasional laugh too. "Strange," I now added to my initial thought, and began walking purposefully, yet quietly towards the place where I knew the sounds to be coming from. 

I don't know what it was I was expecting to find when I got there, but it certainly wasn't what I first saw as I neared. Even then, I had to look twice just to make sure I was seeing what I was actually seeing when I did. Some guy's ass as he stood there with his back turned towards me. His pants were currently down around his ankles. And by the movement he was making, it was obvious to me that he was standing there jerking himself off. But why? I took a few more cautious, and now curious steps forwards. As I did, the reason, if you want to call it one, became clearly evident. Though even then I had trouble processing what it was I was now witnessing.

Just ahead was one of the few really good spots I enjoyed fishing. There were a few really nice boulders you could sit on for one, and for another, there was a small cleared out area where you could actually set up a nice chair, and even spread out a blanket if you were so inclined. It was now obvious someone else had been extremely so inclined, but certainly not for the same reasons I had come here for.

And even though I was now somewhat exposed at this point as I stood there, it was obvious that everyone else was too busy, or too involved to worry about anyone else coming up on them. Though I did notice that there appeared to be a fishing rod and tackle box sitting off to one side, and one guy who was obviously wearing a fishing vest, though very little else at this point, as he stood there bare-assed naked from the waist down. With a woman currently holding onto his rather large cock, though she likewise held onto another one as well, furiously jacking it off, I felt almost trapped as I stood there briefly watching all this.

If you think I'm going to say this gal was drop-dead gorgeous or something, you'd be disappointed because she wasn't. Though she certainly wasn't ugly either. I guessed her to be in her mid to late forties perhaps. She had maybe just shoulder length hair, dirty blonde in color. Pleasantly plump the polite term, though I'd never had a problem with so-called voluptuous, or curvy women. After all, my own wife was similarly built so as far as that went...I found that stimulating enough to continue to stand there for a moment until my brain had a chance to catch up with me here. A quick count of men who were either standing around watching, or currently engaged (including the first guy I had seen who was still standing there slow-stroking his own prick while looking on) was five, not including me now if I decided to stay and watch. Which I was already giving thought to now, as I looked further on up the hill. I had a couple of choices, none of which made me smile.

One...I could go back the way I came and try to find a spot down past the first guy I had seen fishing when I came in. The problem with that was, the better spots where actually all up this way. Two...I could simply head up the hill go around these guys, and then slowly find my way back down to the stream once I'd bypassed them. The problem with that one? I'd have to fight through the brush, which was fairly thick through here before being able to do that. And three? The simplest and easiest perhaps would be to simply continue on, though I'd have to walk right by where all the action was taking place. By this time, the gal had turned more of her attention back to the angler, whose "rod" as it were, was sticking well out in front of him now, all purple and angry looking. I was surprised that I could actually stand there and find this fascinating for a moment, which I was doing. Two other men where actually completely naked, and continued to stand there stroking themselves while looking on, totally oblivious to anything else, and certainly to any newcomers as I continued to stand there for a moment looking on. Suddenly, tail-shirt guy as I'd named him, sort of waddled over, his pants still down around his knees as he edged closer to the group. His intent obvious, though the gal who was still kneeling there on the blanket smiled up at him knowingly, and even reached out, now grabbing his cock as he drew close enough for her to do so. I stood there transfixed, unable to move one way or the other. I guess the best way to describe it is that phenomenon of standing there at a train-wreck. You really don't want to stand there and continue to look on, but you can't walk away from it either.

And then the laughter again. She began doing so, almost playfully, now urging Mr. Shirt tail to release his load on her, which he began doing almost immediately.

"Oh yeah baby...give it to me. Give me all that hot nasty cum!" She exclaimed as she continued to furiously work the man's prick, and as it discharged streamer after streamer of his fresh hot spunk all over her breasts. 

I guess it was at that point that I realized I too had a hard-on, though unlike everyone else standing here, I wasn't currently playing with it, or having it played with. But it certainly throbbed enthusiastically inside my pants as I continued looking on.

I now watched as this gal milked out every last possible drop of this guys semen against her breast before wrapping her lips around it briefly, sucking it...smiling and looking up into his smiling face as he only then stepped back, simultaneously reaching down to gather up his pants again, putting them back on. I was almost grateful for that, though my attention once again drawn to my fellow angler as he stepped back into the semi-circle, furiously pumping his own prick now in what I knew to be the home-stretch of another impending orgasm here. As he did that, I caught the woman's eyes as she glanced over towards me, once again smiling, and swore I caught a little head movement as though being invited to step over closer. And I think I actually did take a step, though I immediately told myself it was because I was in need of reestablishing my balance more than anything else. Though shirttail guy had now tucked it in, once again completely dressed, he continued to stand there looking on, as was everyone else. Once again, the woman had turned towards the angler, this time cupping her fairly large breasts, holding them together now. She had large areola, (which I like, and which my lovely wife also has) with thick elongated nipples which she now pulled on as further enticement perhaps as Mr. Angler's knees seemed to buckle somewhat, and as he likewise simultaneously, stepped forward, leaning forward, now laying his meaty looking sausage in the cleft of her pressed together titties.

"Yeah baby, give it to me," she said once again. And I nearly obliged her myself, without even doing anything! "Oh fuck yes!" She literally screamed out in joy as the man's prick suddenly began to unleash a torrent of cum all over her magnificent breasts. He moved it back and forth across her like a fire-hose attempting to put out a fire, though if anything, he was creating one as she gathered up a quantity of his semen from off her breast, one hand going down between her legs now as she began using it obviously, to finger herself with. Only then did my fellow angler step away, though he made no movement to gather up his clothing or fishing gear, content to stand there looking on, still slow-stroking his recently spent member, though it had quickly gone flaccid moments afterwards.

Once again, the woman looked at me, still smiling, still fingering herself, as I felt myself take yet another step, now two. I guess the movement enough to finally alert the first guy to my presence as he only then turned to look at me, sheepishly smiling, blushing even, and then stepping back behind me as he actually began to make his way back up the trail towards the parking lot.

However. The immediate question was, "Now what?" Two more steps and I'd be standing in the same place the first guy had been standing in. A dozen steps after that, I'd find myself well around them and further on up the trail. I took two more steps; saw the look of approval and joy in her eyes as she watched me do so. I sat my own rod and reel along with my tackle box down onto the ground, not too far away from where the other guy was. It was here that one of the two naked guys who'd been standing back behind her actually stepped up. I watched curious, fascinated, as one of them actually placed his prick on her shoulder. Feeling it, she reached up without looking, one arm crossing over her breast briefly concealing it, as she now sandwiched the guys prick against her shoulder and as he began to thrust himself against her that way, grunting and moaning as he did so.

By now, the second totally naked guy had stepped around, perhaps to gain a better look, though it became obvious as he did, he was merely repositioning himself so that she could simultaneously reach over and began fondling his prick whilst her shoulder was being rub-fucked.

"So? Let me see it!" She said suddenly looking towards me, though she continued to hold one prick against her shoulder, while fondling and playing with the hard stiff prick of the other guy. Now it was my turn to feel somewhat sheepish and embarrassed, and for the first time really, wondering what the fuck I was really doing here. I looked up, caught the smile and expression on my fellow angler's face, his own cock surprisingly starting to get hard again. He nodded his head at me, grinning.

"Go for it," he said simply. "Trust me...you won't regret it, though you will if you decide to walk away."

One of the first men she'd been stroking when I'd first arrived there was standing back and off to one side, almost out of the picture now entirely. I noticed a bike helmet laying on the ground next to him, his spandex style shorts still sporting what proved to be a rather obvious tell-tale bulge as he stood there rubbing it through his pants. Seemingly content to do that as opposed to actually taking it out again and stroking it that way. 

"To each his own," I thought, smiling inwardly and perhaps outwardly as well, as I felt my hands seemingly with a mind of their own now, pulling down on the zipper on my pants. Before I knew it, I was now standing there, my own pants now down around my ankles as I began to slowly tease and fist myself, still looking on. Hearing movement, I turned my head slightly looking back. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. There was a much older looking gentleman, now standing where I had been initially, he too with a look of surprise on his face, tackle box in one hand, fishing pole in the other. I could only imagine what he was thinking now, just as I had been. However, the urgent, sudden raspy grunts we all began hearing alerted us to the fact that the guy who was still standing behind the kneeling woman was about to put on a display of his own. Sure enough, he tossed his head back, closing his eyes, and began grunting out his climax. 

The first couple of spurts flew well past where the woman was kneeling. I along with everyone else seemed to follow the almost slow-motion jettison of spunk as it leapt from the man's prick. I even think I convinced myself that I could hear it actually splattering on the ground, the sound of leaves, or twigs perhaps suddenly being rained upon. He continued to thrust however, the remainder of his rapidly diminishing torrent, now flowing from his prick tip to dribble down off her shoulder, and onto the upper slope of her right breast. Perhaps it was in fact this orgasmic display, which triggered the next one of the guy who had likewise been standing there as she simultaneously knelt, stroking him. To my surprise however, he took cock in hand, now feeding it to her, which she took greedily. It was obvious to me, along with everyone else, that she was actually draining this guy's cock, her cheeks puffing outwards slightly as she sucked, swallowed, and sucked again. 

Hearing movement, I again turned. The older guy had actually stepped forward a bit. I noticed upon turning, he had also set his gear down on the ground, and unlike me...he had taken his prick out, and was playing with it. To be perfectly honest, I was actually impressed, especially for an old guy. And though he probably wasn't quite as big as our fellow angler friend, he had a sizeable helmet on that shaft of his, which he stood palming and purposely teasing. And...he was actually grinning from ear to ear as he continued to walk forward, now standing next to me, looking over at my own prick, giving me a knowing nod, and then back towards the action there on the blanket, just as the blonde finally took her mouth away. Purposely, she grinned with a mouth still full of cum, allowing it to first drool, and then dribble out and around the corners of her mouth where it fell with a rather erotic display to splatter against her already soaked and cum-covered breasts.

"Nice tits lady!" The old guy said, not at all shy, still polishing his massive knob as he took another step forward, asking..."May I?"

"Be my guest," She smiled, even sitting up a little as he reached down clasping one of her large breasts in his hands, beginning to fondle it.

Admittedly, I was a bit surprised. Though unsure why I was...or should be. Her breast was clearly covered in a substantial amount of fresh semen. Yet he played with her tit in an exploratory way, even going so far as to smear the combined essence of several men's spendings into her breast, likewise coating, covering, and using it to tease her nipple with.

I hated to admit it...even to myself, but it was fucking hotter than hell seeing this old guy standing there doing that. Even the first angler friend seemed to want in on the action giving up whatever reservations he might have had, stepping over, his prick once again stiff and straight though I had seen it spurting out torrents of semen only a short time ago. He too began playing with, and caressing her other breast, as she now once again reached up, taking the older guys cock in hand, as well as our angler friend's prick. I was even more surprised, when she somehow managed to bring the two prick's forward, touching and now rubbing them head to head as her tongue simultaneously flicked out, now snake-like busily lapping away at the two of them.

Another groan briefly off to one side captured my attention. I was just in time to see the biker in the spandex shorts, having just pulled them down in time...now standing there humping the air, his prick releasing several strong streamers of spunk, all of which arched up into the air, soon after splattering on the ground a short distance away from me. Almost as quickly, he turned adjusting himself, and then leaned over; picking up what was obviously the bike he'd left before climbing onto it, and peddling back the way we had all come from initially. Though at this point, my attention was again drawn elsewhere, as the old man was suddenly huffing and puffing away like a freight train

"Oh yeah, make it cum baby!" He begged, still clenching her breast, almost painfully perhaps, though it seemed she didn't mind. If anything, the expression on her own face was one of extreme ecstasy. Releasing the other man's prick, she now turned her full attention onto the old guy. And even though he had only unzipped, she still managed to get both of her hands on the length of his shaft, now twisting, and working it in opposite directions, and yet still working it up and down, back and forth simultaneously. Like I said, the old guy wasn't shy, though neither was she by the looks of it. Working his cock the way she was, pointing it directly at herself, I was anticipating the inevitable explosion any second now. What surprised me, and startled me just a bit, was his uninhibited cry of release. Now admittedly, I am sure the rapidly flowing stream of water must have drowned out some of the noise, but not all of it. As I watched the first massive spurt of the old guy's cock erupt, he cried out in wild abandon as he did so.

"Oh yeah, fucking take it you beautiful fucking cunt! Take my fucking sperm in your beautiful fucking face!"

And boy did she. Laughing hysterically in fact, jacking and working him until every last remnant of the man's spunk had been milked from him. She in fact had lines of semen crossing her face, up and over, even into her hair, taking a moment with one hand to swipe away a bit of it that had perhaps actually gotten into one eye, though she continued to fondle the old guys prick, now thumbing and smearing the last vestiges of his spent fluid around the tiny eye-slit in his still rather impressive looking mush-room shaped head.




Gone Fishing



"Have to say...for an older guy, you sure as hell cum a lot," she announced happily, still sitting there with lines of sperm now beginning to flow like little rivers and streams of their own down the side of her face, and once again pooling in the valley of her somewhat flushed looking breasts.

The old guy stepped back, only then putting his now well-spent prick away again. "Well...it has been a month, so maybe that's why," he grinned wickedly at her. "Though it would be well worth the wait, to do this again sometime," he then added. She laughed at that.

"Am here about once a month, usually on Wednesday, just like today," she told him. "So feel free to drop by, would love seeing you again," she added. And with that, he walked back, picking up his fishing gear and began making his way further on up the trail. I swear I heard him whistling to himself as he did, along with a bit of a hitch in his step in addition to that.

By now, one of the other naked guys had dressed, though he seemed to be in no hurry to move off. The other, continuing to stand with a partial erection, though likewise in no particular rush to do anything either.

"Well, unless someone else shows up," she began saying, "that leaves just the two of you," she said grinning wickedly. Though my angler friend shook his head no. 

"As much as I'd like to stay, and maybe actually get off again...I have to be going soon," he told her, almost apologetically. "But I wouldn't mind staying long enough to see you get off," he added addressing me.

I think I actually stammered a little, for the first time feeling a bit self-conscious, though thankfully my cock wasn't. It was still rock hard, and anxiously awaiting its turn. 

"Bring it here honey," she said to me. Sounding a bit like my mom, which was strangely weird for a moment, until I did so, and until I felt the softness of her hand suddenly surrounding it as she looked up at me, smiling, and then kissing the tip of my prick. She stood up then, which again threw me off just a little. She turned slightly looking back.

"This is my husband," she announced. The last remaining 'naked' guy at least, now walking up behind her, nodding his head at me as he once again lifted his prick, spitting on it, and then moving up to stand behind her. I looked on curiously.

"This is the way I like to finish up our naughty day," she called it. "Getting fucked out in public, all the while sucking off another cock simultaneously." And then without another word, she leaned forward just enough, placing her hands on me for additional support, as she fully engulfed my cock into her mouth, just as her husband fully engulfed her pussy with his prick.

"Nice!" Our still remaining angler friend said looking on, still obviously in no hurry to leave, and still stroking what was rapidly looking like a harder and harder cock as he stood there watching the three of us.

It wasn't long after that, that she was in the throes of her own orgasmic release. The fairly loud sound of flesh slapping against flesh as she came. Her near ear-piercing scream of delight as she called out to me during the midst of it all.

"Cum on me you nasty fucker!" She cried out over and over again...or so it seemed, though her urging me to do just that, seemed to do the trick. Though I wasn't the only one. She was now literally bent over almost double, forced to relinquish my cock, as she shook in spasmodic ecstasy. I stood in front of her, my fist flying up and down my shaft, the eruption which soon followed, now sending streamers of cream to fall upon her back, arching towards her upturned ass no less, as her husband gradually slowed his own thrusting in and out of her. I saw our now mutual friend step over, a dribbled flow of semen still somehow produced, though he was merely content to milk out what he could onto her back, rubbing his prick back and forth against her for a moment, before stepping away, and finally walking over towards the pile of clothing he had left earlier. 

"Thank you, that was really nice," she said beaming at me. 

"So...you're really here once a month, mid week?" I asked tentatively, though to be completely honest, even then I wasn't sure I'd actually do something like this again. Though I had indeed found it certainly worth it, just like I'd been told I would.

"Same place, same exact time," she stated beginning to dress now. "For a few weeks anyway. Then we usually try and find another place...and start all over again. Something about the danger, and adventure perhaps. That...and seeing the reactions of men we've never met before when they stumble in on us like this."

"Like me, you mean," I said laughing along with her, blushing a bit perhaps.

"Yeah, we like seeing the reactions. Like that old guy that showed up, that was classic. Loved that. And hopefully, we made his day every bit as much as he made ours."

I had no reason to doubt that. And even found myself whistling a little tune as I eventually wandered up the trail to finally settle in for a little fishing.

**

"So, you catch anything?" My wife asked when I got home later on that afternoon. I held up a couple of nice sized fish that we could have for dinner.

"But that's not the best part of the whole day," I added. "Wait until I tell you what happened," I grinned wickedly. "I have a fishing tale to tell, that you're probably not even going to believe."

It was then that she looked down, saw my stiff hard cock sticking out through the opening of my fly. With one hand, she grabbed the stringer of fish tossing it into the sink. And with the other, she grabbed my prick, squeezing it as I followed behind her, heading towards the bedroom.

"This is one fishing story I'm actually looking forward to hearing," she giggled.

And I was looking forward to telling it.

-End-



Gone Fishing



The divorce was not going well for me. Caroline got the house and the car and a most of our money. Worse than that was how she manipulated the whole thing. She told me, "You're a pathetic excuse for a man Carl. You never could satisfy me. Size does matter and you are sadly lacking. I always faked it with you. The other guys I fuck are all bigger than you and twice the man you are. You turned into a weak sissy." 

I couldn't even argue with her on that. She was the one who got me to start shaving my body hair off saying that it was what all hot men do. I even took the jeers from the guys at the gym for a while even though two thirds of the guys there were shaved too. Then Caroline started with the roll play games to spice up the sex life. She was the one who picked out the costumes. She was the one who put makeup and wigs on me. She told me it turned her on to dress me like a maid or a nurse or a schoolgirl. Then she told me how much she wanted to fuck me. I agreed to let her fuck me with a strap on while she had me all dolled up. I admit that I had enjoyed it. I believed it was helping our sex life. Then she went and reversed it on me.

I couldn't even use that or her infidelity to help my cause in the divorce. She had me there. My vice was gambling. I met Caroline in a casino while I was on a heater at the craps table. She didn't mind then but gambling continued to be my addiction and sometimes it got expensive. Caroline and I would argue about a lot. I curbed it for a while but started playing hold 'em poker and winning a lot more that I was loosing. For a year I made money and almost had all my old gambling debts caught up. Then she hit me with the divorce papers sighting my gambling addiction as the cause. That was the official cause for the lawyers but her scathing remarks about my lack of manhood told the real reason.

The whole process was depressing. I at least had my buddies to help me out. My three good friends, Terry, Matt and Dave helped me find an apartment, set me up with a cheap car, and gave me all the moral support they could. The week before the fishing trip, they took me out to the strip joint to try to cheer me up. At first I liked it and they even pitched in to get me a private lap dance with the stripper I thought was the hottest. The sexy blonde gyrated and grinded her bare ass on my lap so well that I let loose all my pent up sexual energy and came in my pants after the first song. She was mad at me at first but then turned cruel by insulting my manhood. I ended up more depressed than before.

I didn't think that it could get worse. My buddies suggested heading up to the lake for a fishing weekend to get away from it all. I still had the cottage and lake property as it was in my family for generations. Caroline never contested it. I looked forward to the guys only weekend of fishing and taking it easy. It seemed like the perfect fix.

Terry and Matt were both married. We had in the past had several couples weekends and couples dinners before my divorce. Neither of them had much of a wife to brag about. Terry's wife was extra large and boring. Matt's wife was a church prude. For years they envied me having the hottest wife on the planet. They often told me that she was out of my league. We were all geeks at a tech company. They ended up with wives in their own league. They were right. Caroline was too much for me. They didn't know the details though. I told them the official story line, that she left me because of the gambling in order to save myself some dignity with my friends.

Dave was the odd one among us. He worked at the same company but on the assembly line. He punched a clock and wore a blue shirt with his name on it while Terry, Matt and I worked upstairs in the office with suits and ties on. Dave had been a long time friend of Matt's though and mixed in with us. He had been married and divorced before he was twenty-five. We were all in our late thirties now. Dave would sometimes bring around a girlfriend when we had couples activities. Most of the girl's he dated were very hot, often giving Caroline a run for her money. It was surprising because Dave didn't look like much. He was skinny, plain looking, wore glasses and had the lowest salary of the four of us. He was also a man of few words. He was quiet to fault and I often wondered what was going on in that mind of his. The rumour was that Dave was hung like a horse. Considering the women he dated there was likely some truth to that rumour.

We arrived at my cottage and got ourselves comfortable. We filled the fridge with beer, grilled up some steaks and prepared our fishing gear. The sleeping arrangements were that I would sleep in the main bed. Matt and Terry would take the two single beds in the guest room and Dave willingly accepted the couch. As the guys unpacked, I got a whistle and some lewd calls from the bedroom. Some of Caroline and my roll playing costumes were hanging in the closest from our last trip there together. 

Terry teased me, "Carl, your maid outfit looks pretty. Are you going to wear it fishing?" The guys all laughed. It was true that it was my outfit but the guys didn't know that. I was small of frame and at five foot seven, the same height as Caroline. 

After a slight blush I told them, "Caroline forgot that she left her costumes up here. She would dress up in that to turn me on. She has a few more too. I won't give them back to her though." It was a reasonable story even if the idea of ball busting Caroline dressed up and acting servile seemed far off. I just hoped that they didn't look at the size of the shoes as the high heels were all size eleven.

After that little scare we had settled in and got an early night so we could get up early on Saturday morning to fish. The fishing was fine in the morning and we all caught a few but the sky clouded over and the rain started in the afternoon. We quit fishing, put away our gear and went indoors for the night. After a fresh fish dinner, we got cleaned up. I had a shower and shave and put on some loose shorts and a tee shirt. The other guys did the same.

With not much else to do, Matt suggested playing poker. The others were enthusiastic too. I was uncertain because I knew I had a gambling habit but also knew that I was far more experienced a poker player and figured I could best them. Matt was obvious and could not hide or disguise his intensions. Terry was timid and I felt that I could scare him off of hands if I wanted. Dave was the tricky one. He was always silent and expressionless. I figured his poker face was probably pretty good.

The guys all had a lot more money that I did. Matt and Terry made the same as me but didn't have the burden of a divorce to concern them. Dave was single, lived alone and didn't spend a lot so he had cash too. They thought that three hundred for a buy in was reasonable. That was every cent I had. Convinced that I could win, I agreed. The other thought that crossed my mind was that they might be doing this to help me out. They knew I wouldn't accept a handout but if they lost their money to me fair and square then it would be different.

We snacked on pretzels and drank beers. I told the guys that we had a few porn DVDs that we could put on the TV while we played. I thought that the distraction might help my cause. Dave said, "Maybe later. Let's just play for now." We started up our game of Texas hold 'em with three hundred dollar stacks each. 

I was right about Matt and Terry. I read them. Dave was tough to figure out. He folded most of his hands and saved his money. I was up to almost six hundred and felt very confident. When Dave finally called a big bet on me and exposed pocket Kings he took almost two hundred off of me. I then watched him loose a pot to Matt when he tried to bluff with two low cards and ran into two pair from Matt. I noticed when Dave bet that hand, he showed his teeth. I wondered if it was a tell. I later called Dave's bet when I just had ace high because he parted his lips a little and showed teeth. I was right and caught him bluffing again. I didn't let on that I picked up his tell.

Matt and Terry were both getting low on chips. Dave and I were about even. That's when the big hand came. I had pocket aces. I bet big and Matt and Terry folded. Dave called. The flop was another ace, a ten and a six, all off suit. With top set I knew I had Dave. Curious as to what he would do, I checked to him. He bet three hundred. His lips parted and his teeth were showing. I called. The turn was a deuce, I checked again and Dave pushed all in. His teeth were showing and his hands were practically shaking. He was trying to bluff me off. I had him. It was time for the kill. I called. The last card was a nine and the board had all four suits showing and no pairs. I showed him my top set of three aces. Dave rolled over his seven and eight off suit. He made a straight. I lost.

I had been right about him bluffing as he didn't make the straight until after I called his all in bet. He was a bad poker player and had a tell but he had all of my money. I was out. I sat back depressed about how it worked out. Terry said, "Why don't you buy back in? It's still early."

Sadly, I said, "That's all the money I brought. I'm tapped." I went over to the TV and put on a porn DVD to watch. The guys huddled and then called me back over.

Dave chose to speak for the group as Terry and Matt tried to hold in their giggles. Dave said, "We want you to keep playing and we agreed to lend you a hundred each to buy back in." It seemed too good to be true and the way that Matt and Terry were laughing I knew it would be. 

I looked back at Dave. "What's the catch?"

Very calmly Dave said, "All you have to do for the three hundred is to dress up in that French maid outfit and play the rest of the game wearing it." All three broke out laughing.

I shook my head and said, "You guys are assholes. Fuck that!" and went and got myself another beer. I sat in front of the TV for a while and was getting turned on by the hot, fake breasted, blonde giving head to some guy with a huge cock. I was growing a tent in my shorts but had to resist pulling it out and masturbating because I wasn't alone. It was getting hot and when the actor came all over the porn star's face I almost blew my own load. The next scene was starting with two hot chicks in girl on girl action. I knew I wouldn't make it so I went back over to watch the poker game. Terry and Matt were both chipping away at Dave's big stack. Again I watched Dave for his tell. Sure enough, every time he bluffed he showed his teeth and never when he had a good hand. I really wanted back in the game. My gambling obsession was eating at me. I knew that I could easily take them. 

I had enough when Dave bet Matt off of a hand. Dave had shown his teeth and he accidentally flashed his cards and I could see that he was playing seven deuce off suit with an ace, queen and a king on the board. I asked, "Can I still get back in?"

Dave hemmed and hawed for a minute and said, "We'll give you the three hundred but since you refused already, you not only have to dress up in the French maid outfit but have to wear the makeup and the wig too. You'll also have to serve us drinks and snacks between hands."

The guys seemed pleased and laughed at my predicament. "Come on guys, can't we make it the original offer?" I pleaded.

Dave was firm, "Nope. That's the deal now." Flustered, I agreed to their terms. The guys whooped and cheered as I stormed off into my bedroom to get changed. Caroline had a makeup bag in the bathroom that she had always left up there. I applied the foundation and then the eyeliner. She had done my makeup enough times that I was pretty good at applying it myself. After eye shadow and blush I put on mascara and bright red lipstick. 

I knew that the maid outfit would fit perfectly as it wasn't the first time I wore it. It wasn't a cheap Halloween costume either but a real good quality outfit from a high end lingerie shop. It included the dress, apron, crinolines, black fishnet stockings, white lace gloves and a maids cap which attached to the brunette wig that was shoulder length with straight cut bangs. I put on the black lace bra and panties first. The fishnet stockings were stay ups. My smooth legs looked great in them. I put on the waist corset that Caroline made me wear when she dressed me up. I filled the bra with silicone falsies before slipping the dress on over top. I put on the black stiletto shoes and was ready.

As I was checking my appearance in the mirror, I was amazed how hot I looked. As I admired myself, the guys were hollering at me to hurry up. They were screaming, "Wench, I need more beer," and other teasing remarks. I decided that instead of looking embarrassed or ashamed, that I would own it. I knew they were having fun at my expense but I could take that power away if I remained poised and confident. I looked really good after all and I imagined that I could use that distraction to my advantage in the game. 

I confidently strutted out of the bedroom with a hand on my hip and my chin held high. The guys laughed and whistled and made crude jokes but I didn't let them get to me and owned it. I played my roll and fetched drinks and snacks before taking my seat at the poker table. As promised, they staked me three hundred dollars. Matt and Terry had again worn Dave's stack down a bit. Dave was a really bad player and had just got lucky in that one big hand.

The guys shut up after a few minutes when they realized that they couldn't phase me. Matt even said, "I told you it would fit him." They all sniggered. Terry sat across from me and couldn't take his eyes off of me. He looked at me lustfully. I had him. I played it up and batted my eyelashes and licked my lips. He was getting flustered. Matt was sitting to my right and he kept on staring down at my legs which looked magnificent. I kept crossing and uncrossing them to tease him. It appeared to be working. Dave was the only one who didn't seem bothered. 

I bluffed Terry out of a hundred dollar pot by just winking at him and blowing him kisses. I bet his wife never looked as hot as I did at that moment. Matt was almost drooling on my legs. I knew that his wife never dressed that sexy in her life. Those two were easy pickings. I almost cursed myself for not agreeing to wearing the costume sooner. 

The porn DVD was finished and Dave "ordered" me to put in a new one. I could feel their eyes burning my ass as I bent over to change the disk. I sashayed back to the table to continue playing. The new DVD was a gang bang movie. I remembered it from watching it with Caroline. There were three scenes, each featuring a girl in a costume getting gang banged by five guys. The first scene had a blonde dressed as a nurse getting it. All the heat from the movie, combined with my teasing had the guys flustered. Dave was the exception. He bluffed Matt and took a big pot. I waited patiently for my chance.

After twenty minutes, the movie showed a school girl getting gang banged. I took a few hands in row. Soon, I had over six hundred in front of me. Matt and Terry were almost tapped. A few hands later they both lost out to Dave. That left just me and him. As it happened, the porn DVD had gone to it's third scene with a brunette actress in a French maid costume getting gang banged. Matt and Terry were watching. Terry said, "Hey Carl, don't take this the wrong way, but you look hotter than this bitch in the movie." Matt nodded in agreement. 

I smiled and said "Thanks guys," in a high pitched girly voice with a French accent. Then I added, "and my name is Carla boys." They giggled and returned to watch the scene. Meanwhile, I got dealt another pair of black aces. I raised to one hundred and Dave quickly called me. I knew that I was way ahead. Eying the eleven hundred plus in chips in front of Dave, I was hoping to double up on the hand. The flop was an ace of hearts, jack of spades, five of hearts. I didn't want to risk running into a straight or flush draw again so I bet three hundred. Dave paused and looked at his cards again several times and finally called. I thought he might be chasing a flush. 

The turn card was a nine of hearts. I wondered if he had his flush. I looked for teeth. Nothing. He was trying to hold down a smile. He may have had it. I checked. Dave paused. He stared me down. Then he asked me a question. "If I were to go all in here and you want to call me, would you be interested in a deal, Carla?"

If he went all in there, I would have folded but I didn't want him to know that. I could still catch up on the last card. So I asked, "What kind of deal did you have in mind?"

Dave looked back at the TV set and for a second watched the maid taking five cocks. Turning back to me, Dave said, "If you call it and win, you can get all of my chips, almost twelve hundred dollars. If you loose though, you loose your money and you have to give all three of us hand jobs." That got Matt and Terry perked up. They turned to our game with sudden anticipation. 

I studied Dave's motive. He was trying to frighten me off the hand with the suggestion or maybe his flush was low and was trying to read if I had a better one. "I won't make that deal. Why? Are you all in?" was all I could say. I was getting ready to fold. 

Dave looked at his cards again and said, "No, I'll just check." I wondered if he knew he had his chance to get me to fold. He had to be thinking his flush was good. The last card was a five of diamonds. That gave me a full house. His mistake was to my benefit. I didn't want to seem over eager. If I bet right away he might fold. I looked at him. His teeth were showing. I knew that I had him. I checked.

Dave seemed nervous again. His teeth were showing as he announced, "I'm all in." I was about to snap call but I greedily eyed his almost twelve hundred dollars. I paused. 

Knowing that I was going to win the hand, I asked, "So, do you want to make that deal now? I win I get all of your chips. I loose, I give you guys hand jobs?"

Dave thought for a moment then said, "No, that deal is gone. Here's the new deal. You win, you keep all the money but if you loose it has to be blow jobs." He was showing his teeth. He was trying to scare me from calling his bet. He continued, "You will have to suck each of our cocks and swallow every drop of cum." He never closed his lips over his teeth. He had to be thinking that I would never accept that deal and would fold. Of course he was trying to scare me. His flush was no good.

"I accept your deal Dave. Your flush is no good. I have a full house," I boldly claimed as I flipped over my pocket aces. I was reaching for the chips as Dave flipped over his pocket fives. 

Calmly, Dave said, "Four of a kind, I win." With that he started counting his chips. I was flabbergasted. My jaw hung open. I could not understand how I had read him wrong. All I could think about was the hand and not about the consequences. I sat there in silent terror. I would not of course follow through on the deal. There was no way.

I sat there with my mouth still wide open in shock. Terry had stepped up beside me and unzipped his shorts. They fell to the floor. I was still replaying the hand in my head. Terry took advantage of my gaping mouth and put his erect cock into it. I suddenly became aware that my friend had his penis in my mouth. I pulled my head back. I stared at it. Terry's cock was a bit longer than mine, just over six inches but was much thicker. It was muscled and wide. It was surrounded by a thick bush of pubic hair. The head was like a fat mushroom. A trail of my saliva clung from it to my lip. I could see a red ring from my lipstick just behind the head. I was in awe of it. 

I could not look Terry in the eye. I was staring at his fat cock which was actually making my mouth water. Terry waited no longer and grabbed the back of head and shoved his cock back into my mouth. He stretched my mouth wide. Caroline had made me suck her strap on before so I remembered how to prevent myself from gagging. Terry pushed all the way in so that his balls were touching my chin. He exclaimed, "Yes, I haven't had a blow job since I bought my wife her engagement ring." Holding onto the sides of my head he began fucking my face. He pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. Drool from my throat lubricated his cause and he pumped faster and faster. I didn't know what to do with my hands. I gently placed them on Terry's hairy thighs. He started shouting, "Oh ya, suck it Carla. Suck it bitch!" I looked upwards and made eye contact with Terry as he face fucked me. At that moment, Terry stopped pumping my mouth and gasped. Suddenly, I felt a blast of red hot cum filling my throat. "Swallow it, you have to swallow it," he reminded me. I gulped and took his load into my stomach. He kept his cock in my mouth for a few minutes until his orgasm subsided. I swallowed the last of his cum. Terry let go of my head and eased his softening dick out. 




Gone Fishing



I gasped for air and kept swallowing the last of his jizz. I looked over at Dave but he just finished stacking all of his money nicely and got up to sit over on the couch. He pulled at his beer and watched the movie. It was his idea and he wasn't even watching me. By then Matt was standing in front of me with his cock already out. "I've never had a blow job. I can't wait," he said enthusiastically. He was not forceful like Terry. He just stood there with his hands on his hips and a silly school boy grin on his Howdy Doody face. I stared at Matt's cock like I did Terry's. Matt's cock was much prettier. It was not as thick as Terry's but longer than seven inches easily. I was feeling very small having seen my friends' cocks up close. 

I took hold of Matt's shaft at the base and ran my tongue around the head. I got it nice and wet. Part of me was thinking that I wanted to give Matt a nice blowjob since he never had one in his life and part of me wanted to put on a good show for Dave. I made all kinds of slurping noises as I sucked around the head of Matt's cock. I kept looking over to see if Dave was watching. He focused on the TV and not me. I sucked Matt with passion. I went deep down his cock. He moaned his pleasure. I licked up and down the delicate underside of his shaft. I took each of his balls into my mouth and savoured them. I licked back up to the head and sucked it with eager lips and tongue. He moaned some more. My hands caressed his thighs and ass. I looked up into Matt's eyes and he lost it saying, "Oh my fucking God!" I pumped the base of his cock hard and sucked. Matt shot his cum into my mouth. I gulped and gulped. I swallowed every drop like the good maid I was supposed to be. I lovingly licked Matt's cock clean. 

Needless to say, I was enjoying the experience way more than I thought I would. Matt exclaimed, "Blowjobs are fucking awesome! I can't believe I have been missing out on them all these years." As I finished licking his cock, I realized that my own penis had pushed passed the boundaries of my lacy panties. My ruffled skirt hid my dilemma for the moment. I kept my legs crossed to hide my erection from showing. I patiently waited for Dave who was still sitting on the couch. I anticipated the possibility that he was as big as the rumours made him out.

I waited until Dave finally said, "I'm over here Carla. Come and get it." Afraid that my hard on might be seen, I meekly lowered myself from my chair and crawled over on hands and knees in front of Dave. His shorts were still on but the bulge under the fabric was massive. I wanted it. I craved it. I began slowly unfastening his belt and then his zipper. As I pulled down on his short khaki pants, I began kissing his belly above his cock. He had a small tuft of pubic hair. As I licked the top of his shaft with my tongue, Dave pushed my head away. "Go fix your makeup first. Be quick about it," he said. Holding me skirt down to hide my erection I stood and sprinted to the bathroom to fix my makeup. After applying fresh lipstick, I tucked my stiff prick back inside my panties as best as I could. 

Once I returned to Dave I got back down on my knees in front of him. I smiled up at him. "That's better," he said. I then returned to unleashing my prize. With his shorts all the way to his knees, his cock finally sprang up free. It was as long as my forearm and wider than Terry's fat sausage. It looked like a howitzer. The skin was smooth but the veins bulged. The massive head was round and almost purple. It was bigger than I imagined. I began kissing it with love and devotion. My tongue licked up the shaft on the sensitive underside first. I slowly bathed the entire monster with my wet tongue. I looked up at Dave who was still fixated on the TV and seemed to be ignoring me. He sipped at his beer. I took his huge testicles into my mouth one at a time. 

I had his entire cock area coated in my saliva before returning to the head and taking it into my mouth. It filled my mouth. My lips were lewdly wrapped around it. I used my tongue to lick it and gave short, quick sucks. I used both of my hands to pump the shaft. There was room for a third hand if I had one. I gave Dave the wettest, noisiest, nastiest blowjob I could. I noticed that the other two guys were no longer watching the movie but were fixated on me and my performance. Both Matt and Terry had their cocks out again and were stroking themselves to my show. I sucked hard and got a long work out. My jaw was getting sore. I changed up to licking and kissing it again for a while before returning the head to my mouth. I went as deep as I could which was not even half way down his shaft. My throat was stretched. I couldn't breath. As I was backing off of his cock I felt a huge spurt of cum. His cock was still in my throat and his sperm came out my nose. I backed all the way off and a geyser of white cream blasted me square in the face. I opened wide and took his cock back into my mouth. It filled up quickly with cum and I started swallowing. He came like a title wave though and lots of it escaped the corner of my mouth and ran down my chin. He seemed to come forever. 

It was all Terry and Matt could take while watching. They stepped up close to me on either side and jerked out another load each on my face. I was glistening and dripping with man sauce. I kept swallowing down Dave's cum until his orgasm subsided. I felt like I just ate a five course meal. He tasted so damn good. Finally, Matt and Terry put their dicks away and they both claimed fatigue and called it a night. I was still on the floor with Dave's flagging member stuck to my face. I continued to kiss it long after the blowjob was over. 

Dave finally looked down at me. He looked serious. He said, "You didn't swallow it all. That was the rule. You will have to do it again." I smiled and began licking his cock again. I sucked up all the cum off of his balls. My jaw was aching but I again opened it as wide as I could to engulf his massive piece of meat. I forced it down my throat again and got further than before as indicated by my lipstick ring. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed further. It felt like it was in my stomach. I was almost down to his balls. I couldn't breath and began choking. Dave eased off and I slid back off of his cock. My eyes were tearing up. 

After catching my breath I turned back to his cock but Dave stopped me and gave my face a slap. It wasn't hard but I was still shocked by it. "Couldn't take it all, could you cocksucker?" he chastised me. I meekly shook my head no. "Get up here, over my lap," Dave demanded. I climbed up onto the couch and bent over Dave's lap. He started spanking my bum. It didn't really hurt that much. I was actually liking it. I always liked when Caroline spanked me. Dave swatted my ass over twenty time before pulling down my panties. I wasn't expecting it and my cock popped free and stuck out behind me. "Look how hard you are, you fucking slut. You love this." I meekly turned my head and smiled with a note of embarrassment. Dave was softly brushing the cheeks of my red bum with his hand. He then smacked my bare flesh very hard a good five slaps on each cheek. 

I winced in pain. As I scooted up the couch, Dave manoeuvred himself behind me. With me bent over the arm rest, he took advantage and pushed the head of his cock up against my exposed asshole. I froze but Dave didn't wait. He pushed himself in forcefully. Before I knew it, he was in past my sphincter muscle. "Stop, please, I've never done this before," I pleaded. 

Dave told me to look at the TV screen. I turned my head to see what he was talking about. It was a new porn film being played. I recognized the two performers right away. Caroline was clearly the female. She was wearing leather and a strap on penis. The other person was me in the very same maid outfit. I was blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed. She was fucking me in the ass with the strap on. I remembered that night from the summer before but I had no idea that she had filmed it. How it ended up in my DVD player was news to me too. Did she leave it at the cottage without me knowing or did she somehow get it to the guys?

With the evidence that my asshole wasn't virgin territory out of the way, Dave pushed deeper into my rectum. It felt like I was being ripped in two. I knew he bottomed out as his wet sticky balls were touching mine. I was in tears. Dave was determined though and began fucking me. His strokes were so long. The huge head of his cock never left my hole. He just pulled back slow and then ploughed back in. After five minutes of that, the pain had eased off. I was anticipating each stroke. He fucked me long and slow. When he paused to catch his wind. I was the one sliding back onto his shaft, eager for another stroke. Dave pulled out of me for a minute. I turned around and sucked on his messy cock fresh out of my asshole. I just wanted it.

Dave helped me up and lead me to the bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed. He climbed in behind me. Under the covers, he reinserted his cock into my back passage. This time I wasn't reluctant and guided in his fat pole. He fucked me as we spooned together. Dave was easy on me and fucked me slowly. He even started kissing the back of my neck. I was loving it and when Dave finally bottomed out deep inside and filled me with his second load, I came too, spraying my pent up cum all over my skirt. Dave kissed my cheek before saying, "Slut!" and then got up out of bed and came around the other side so I could suck him clean. After his trip to the bathroom he crawled back into bed with me and we fell asleep spooning. 

The ride home to the city the next day was a bit awkward. Nobody said much and nobody talked about what happened the night before. My friends were still my friends and they remained supportive of me. The odd thing was that after we all got home I received separate text messages from all three of them. Matt wanted to me to meet him after work Monday alone. He did mention that he wanted a blowjob. Terry asked me to go to the gym with him and wondered if I would give him head in the sauna. Dave wanted to come over to my apartment on Tuesday night. He knew that I brought all the costumes home with me. He wanted to see me in the pink schoolgirl outfit and blonde wig. I agreed to all three.

After blowing both Matt and Terry on the Monday, I went home after work on Tuesday and had a bath, shaved my entire body and got myself made up. I did a better job as I wasn't rushed. I greased up my legs with baby oil so that they shone. The outfit included little white socks and black, high heel Mary-Janes. I had just put on the cute little pink top and plaid skirt over my white undies when I got a phone call.

The call was from Caroline. I didn't want to talk to her as Dave was due to show up any minute. I fixed my blonde wig as I listened to her shrill voice. I thought that she would be looking for money but instead she just wanted to tease me. "So I hear you found out first hand just how big Dave's is?" she teased.

"Where did you hear that?" I responded. Caroline was laughing.

"Oh come on Carl. You can't be that stupid. Who's cock do you think made me realize just how small yours was?" I was shocked. I couldn't believe it. Caroline had been having an affair with Dave. How many others I wondered? She kept laughing. "Now that you found out first hand just how awesome it is, you can hardly blame me for dumping you, can you?" She kept on laughing as I hung up the phone. 

I was furious. I wasn't sure who I was more mad at, Caroline or Dave. I had in my mind to just punch Dave in the face when he showed up. I was steaming. The knock finally came on the door. I marched over to it but next to my door was a full length mirror and I saw myself in the outfit and took a big gulp. I looked fantastic. I was hot. Calmed slightly, I opened the door trying to prepare myself for the confrontation. Dave stood there smiling and said, "You look great Carla." Then he stepped forward, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me full on the lips. His kiss was genuine and loving. I almost melted. Then I remembered Caroline and broke the embrace.

Dave casually let himself in, took off his coat and sat over on my couch. "Got a drink for me babe?" he asked. As I collected my thoughts, I went to my bar and poured him a whiskey on the rocks. I brought it back to him and handed it to him. I had the sour look of anger still on my face. My body language showed it too. Dave took a drink. He softly said, "She told you, didn't she?" I wasn't sure what to say or do so I went to the bar and poured myself one. I downed it in one gulp. He asked me from behind, "So, what are you going to do about it?"

I had decided in my head that I would go over there and punch him in the face. I took a deep breath and turned around. Dave had his giant cock pulled out and it was already erect. I gasped. Slowly I walked closer to him. He seemed calm as ever and slowly stroked his meat. I kept staring at it. I stood directly in front of him. I had a scowl on my face and my hands on my hips. I could see my own reflection in the mirror. I paused. "What am I going to do about it?" I said. "THIS!"

After saying "THIS!" I straddled Dave, pulled my panty to one side and sat down onto his cock. I fully impaled myself on him in one stroke, thanks to my stretched out asshole and lots of baby oil. I sank right down to his balls. I then leaned forward and kissed Dave full on the lips. We made out as we fucked slowly and lovingly.

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Gone Fishing with Family



This story is a work of fiction and as such, any similarity with real persons or events is purely coincidental. All persons are 18 years old or older. This tale involves incestuous behavior and a good sized cock that just won't quit, so if that offends you please look elsewhere for your read. In this make believe realm STDs do not exist and moving your cock from ass to pussy brings only pleasure. If you stay, I hope you enjoy it, just don't try this at home.

By the way guys and gals, I decided to post this as a stand alone story instead of breaking it up into several much shorter pieces, even though it took me a bit longer to get it ready to upload. Hope you like that idea.

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"Kids, we're here!" my mom called out. "Time to wake up and unload the car."

I stretched and rubbed my eyes, surprised that I had fallen asleep on the trip to the cabin, well, actually the cabins. For as long as I can remember our family and my aunt and uncle's family have met for two weeks at the cabins in the deep woods of northern Minnesota. The fishing is great but come on, two weeks! Shit but I hated this trip!

Me, I'm John, almost 20, 6'3", 205 pounds, a college football and track star. I'm in a rather non-traditional family situation. It's not that my 37 year old mom, Jen, is bad; and my 39 year old dad, Carl, is fine too. Hell, even my 18 years old sister, Kelly, is hot, if you like ditsy blonds. 

What makes this all strange is that my dad's sister married my mom's brother. So we have a very tight knit group here. Aunt Eleanor, Ely, is 36 while Uncle Ron is 38. They have a daughter, Melanie, also a ditsy blond but she can really be funny. Mel was born midway between Kelly and I.

We've been blessed by a great gene pool, my dad and uncle are built like me and we are all what I guess you'd call 'ruggedly handsome'. But the females, holy shit, the females! Mom and Aunt Ely are both around 5'4", 120 pounds. Mom is an awesome 34D-22-34 (I checked the tags) and Aunt Ely is about 34B-24-36. My sister and cousin are nearly the same: Kelly is 5'2" and maybe 98 pounds spread over 34C-22-32, while Mel is 5'3" of 105 pounds on a 34C-24-36 frame. My cousin has really turned into one sexy woman! 

Anyway, we've been going on this camping trip forever, or at least since I was five, my age when I have my first memories of this huge lake. When us kids were little, our folks got adjoining rooms in the lodge, but once I hit 12 and was deemed responsible enough to baby-sit, our folks always reserved the twin cabins set off by themselves near the woods. Mom and dad said they chose those cabins so the kids wouldn't ruin other people's vacations. 

After settling into our homes for two long weeks, we all went down to the lake to check the boats that came with the cabins. As usual my dad and uncle upgraded from those two boats to one boat large enough for all of us to fit with room to spare. We also carried all our fishing gear down the long stairs to the water to make the walk worthwhile. Aunt Ely commented about something, I can't remember what, and when I looked back and up towards her the sun shown behind her giving her body a halo. I just stared in awe at her beautiful face and body maybe a foot from my eyes. When I finally moved my eyes up from her crotch and boobs to her face she winked at me, then turned to continue talking with my folks and uncle. Shit was I ever busted!

We all went to the lodge for supper that night then the grownups retired to 'their' cabin, as usual, and we 'kids' retired to ours. Every year was the same way, the grownups in one room or cabin and the young people in the other one. I had to admit that cousin or not, it was getting more and more difficult to ignore the gorgeous Mel sleeping about 6 feet from me. Hell, it was even hard to ignore Kelly sometimes the way she dressed.

Tuesday, day two, was fairly typical as we all went fishing for about 5 or 6 hours. One good thing about Lake Winni...Winna...or shit, it sounds like 'Win-nah-bah-go-shush'. I like its nickname, Big Winnie, better. Anyway, we never failed to catch a huge stringer of massive Northern Pike and my dad and uncle always arm wrestled to see who paid the dock hand to clean our catch. Uncle Ron usually won.

We all went swimming in the pool and I was amazed to see that both my mom and aunt seemed to be trying to win an unannounced contest for most revealing bikini. I had thought my sister and cousin looked hot in theirs but when the adults showed up I hit the water in maybe 1-½ seconds to hide my rapidly rising boner. Holy shit, their suits looked like they were made out of dental floss and pasties. I gave my vote to mom as the winner, she had more to cover but didn't...WOW! When I thought I could talk with out my voice cracking, I asked my mom what they were doing in such revealing bikinis. She told me they were trying to get the most overall tan they could without actually being naked, then apologized if I was uncomfortable. I told her not to worry and swam away, hoping my hard on wasn't noticeable underwater. 

Kelly and Meg both dove off the board and swam by me underwater, then they hung off the other side of the pool giggling and glancing my way, shit this was going to be a long two weeks. Somehow I managed to soften enough to get out of the pool and I wandered back to the cabin. The rest of the day was the pits as every time I noticed Meg and Kelly together they were laughing or giggling and looking in my direction. We eventually got ready for bed but they continued with their private, girls only, laugh fest, so I managed -- I think - to escape the cabin without them seeing my nearly rock hard cock tent. Damn, it sure didn't help that I was still a virgin (I'm not much of a ladies man), and horny as all hell. Every time my date/girl friend would finally get to my massive 10 inch shaft and feel its 7 ½ inch circumference, they jerked their hand, etc. back in shock and wanted to go home, end of date!

I walked around the edge of the property long enough for my shaft to return to its original size -- well maybe not original, I was a new born then, but I can't say 'normal' because normal seems lately to mean 'rock hard'. Anyway, I was walking back to our cabin and as I passed our folks' cabin I decided to take a peek through the window. I was NOT prepared for what I saw. Looking in there was my super hot Aunt Ely, riding cow-girl style what I presumed to be my uncle's cock! Her hands were on her bare boobs and her eyes had rolled back into her head. Just then she collapsed and there on the other bed were my equally nude mother and uncle, going at it like rabbits. Holy shit!

My cock sprang to attention faster than I could say "Shit!" But I said it anyway. What the fuck is going on in there?! I was torn between staying to see what else would happen and leaving, but leaving won out. My rock hard cock was back and I really needed to get it tamed quickly. Also, no way did I want to get caught peeping into their cabin, no matter what was going on in there. I quickly walked deep into the woods and had to wank off three times before I could safely return to my cabin and the girls. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night.

I woke early wondering how I could put my new knowledge to good use, and ended up walking all over the grounds again. My wanderings hadn't helped very much when a voice behind me said, "Why John, you're up early today!" 

I jerked around and replied, "Oh, good morning Aunt Ely, you startled me. I'm surprised to see you so early too." Thinking I'd better strike while I had the chance I pressed on, "Um, I saw something last night that sort of surprised me, can we go someplace and talk in private?"

"Sure, let's go over to the clearing where I often see the deer at." With that we walked side by side into the woods. She wanted to start talking when we entered the woods but I held out till we had walked the 1/3 mile to the clearing. 

"Um, this is really hard to put into words..." I began and my aunt interrupted me.

"It's okay, John, whatever it is, just start at the top and say it with as few filler words as possible. The quicker you get it out, the better you will feel." She placed her hand on my arm and gently squeezed as she peered into my eyes.

"Okay, here goes, last night..." I began slowly. Then very quickly I added "Isawyoufuckingmydad!"

I swear that people still sleeping in their cabins should have been woken by the sharp intake of air as Aunt Ely gasped in shock. "You what! How? Oh my god, we didn't want you kids to find out! Oh my god, I'm so sorry, John."

When I laughed at her she wiped her tears and looked at me questioningly. "From what I saw last night, there is no way you are sorry! No way in hell!" Her lips were quivering as I continued, "I got so horny seeing you last night that I had to go into the woods and jerk off!"

"Oh my god" my aunt moaned. "This can't be happening!"

"But it did, and it is, my dear aunt," I said. "You made me so horny I had to jerk myself off THREE times before I got soft!" Aunt Ely quickly glanced at my crotch before she looked to my eyes. "Now Aunt Ely, I want some of what I watched last night!"

"What!!! You can't be serious! I won't do it!" Aunt Ely was frantically trying to change my mind and get out of this predicament. "Please, John, you don't really want to do this!"

"After seeing you yesterday at the pool, oh yeah, I most definitely do want to do it! We are going to fuck! No way out of it, my dear aunt, none." I reached out as I finished and cupped her left boob in my hand.

"Stop that!" Ely said as she jumped back from me. "We are NOT going to have sex! That is final! If you don't stop this nonsense I'll have to tell your mother!" 

"Won't help, I saw her fucking Uncle Ron too." I had her attention so I continued, "If you insist on not doing this, then I'll just go find Mel and talk to her about all of this shit going on!"

"You can't, she's still a virgin!" Ely cried out. "Please leave her out of this."

I stepped right up to her, so close her tits were rubbing my lower chest, and glared down at her. "Look, Aunt Ely, somebody is going to lose their cherry today!" her eyes clamped shut as they welled up again. "Either I will be the lucky one, or I still will be along with your beautiful chaste daughter. It is really up to you, and it's time to decide."

My aunt was struggling with her problem but it probably seemed to take longer than it really did. Finally she said, "Okay, John, you win, I'll have sex with you ONE time, but you leave Mel out of this! Is that clear?"

Again I cupped her breast in one hand and grabbed her crotch with the other as I replied "Yes, I won't FORCE Mel to fuck me, but I'll never turn her down either! And I never said I only wanted to fuck you once! More like at least once a day!"

"Once! I agreed to once! Don't think you can change things after I agree to this...this terrible thing. You want to fuck me here?" I knew she was trying to make me forget about Mel as she reached her hand out and stroked my hard cock through my shorts. "Oh my god, John, what have you got in there?" Her eyes were wider than I had ever seen them before and she had a strange look in her eyes as she tightened her grip on my shaft. 

Suddenly my aunt dropped to her knees and her fingers flew as she undid my button and zipper then yanked my shorts and boxers to my ankles. My rock hard cock snapped up and smacked her hard under her chin but she didn't seem to care. She just grabbed it in both hands and guided it quickly to her mouth and then inhaled it to the back of her oral cavity. "Oooooooooooh sweet jeezuz, " I groaned. Her tongue started slurping at my shaft's underside and she began sucking down hard on my cock. I couldn't believe she had my cock that far into her mouth as her lips were stretched to the max. 

Ely began pulling her head off of me while sucking hard, then forcefully slamming her face back onto me pushing my cock head to the entrance of her throat. She proved to be very talented with her tongue and after about five minutes I grabbed her head and started thrusting hard into her mouth. "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum in your mouth, Aunt Ely! Oh fucking hell!" and then I started shooting load after load of sperm into her thirsty mouth. My aunt was really sucking hard and her hands were jerking the rest of my shaft as she coaxed all of my cum into her mouth.

Finally I stopped spurting, and then she could no longer get even a drop from my cock's one eye so she then pulled off of me with a very loud POP. "Oh, John, your cum is so damned tasty! I love sucking your cock. Tell me you'll let me suck you any time you want it! Please?!"

"No problem you cock sucking bitch. But, we still have to fuck! So you're going to suck me till I'm hard again, then I'm going to assume the position my dad was in and you are going to fuck me, you are going to fuck me till I can't stay up any more."

Ely immediately dropped her eyes back to the prize she still had firmly gripped in her hands and gulped my cock into her eager mouth. As she was rapidly pushing my shaft to full attention, I was undoing her blouse and shorts. She briefly stopped to shed them as well as her bra and panties before shoving me onto my back. Then my aunt, the woman who had just moments before said she would reluctantly fuck me one time only, eagerly climbed above me and grabbed my shaft while aiming my cock head right at her cunt hole. 

"Okay, you big cocked nephew, are you ready to loose your cherry?" she stared into my eyes as she held her position, then she slowly, very slowly slid her pussy down over my shaft. Her eyes crossed and her lips quivered as she impaled herself on me. "Ohhhhh, shit John, you're sooooooooooo so biggggggggg. Oh god, fuck me John, oh goddddddddddddddddddddd fuck meeeeeeeee!" Ely had paused once she bottomed out but soon she was lifting herself up and nearly off my cock before slamming back down hard making her little tits bounce enticingly.

My hands reached up and grabbed her cute 34B tits and mashed them between my fingers. Ely moaned as I squeezed them her eyes clamped shut as she rode my rampant cock. My hands slid slightly so I could take each nipple between a thumb and fore finger. Then I started rubbing and twisting her nipples hard between my fingers, making her cry out in ecstasy. When I pulled her tits making her nipples seem to be three inches long, she whimpered in lust and leaned down kissing me with more passion than any girl I'd dated had ever shown. 

Her tongue attacked my own as she kissed me hard, nearly taking my breath away. Slowly I slid one hand from her boob down her belly and down to her well trimmed bush. My thumb found her hard clit and I massaged it gently. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh shit Johnnnnnnnnnnnn, you're going tooooooo make meeeeeeeeeeeeeee cummmmmmmmmmmm. Fuckshit, oh god, oh god don't stop, John, ohmy god don't...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh eeeeiiiiyyyyeeeaaahhhhhhhh SHITTTTT!"

My aunt's pussy was grabbing my cock hard as she fucked herself on me. Suddenly she arched her back as I ravaged her clit and her body was wracked by an immense orgasm. Every muscle in her body went into spasms as she came and came on my pillar. Her pussy was clamped down tightly against my pelvis as her vaginal muscles continued clutching at and grasping my cock. 

Finally her climax was over and her body began to relax, her cunt barely lifting off of me before dropping slightly back down. I let her rest a few seconds before giving her a mighty upward thrust with my cock, shoving it even deeper into her thunderstruck pussy. "OH GAWD!" she groaned, "wait a minute, please!" Her body had again begun shaking and she was clutching tight to my body as a small orgasm hit her sex again. 

I held her tight then rolled her over with me, putting her on the bottom as I rose into position. Ely was still trying to hold me tight to her as my hips began pumping into her, my balls slapping her ass. She groaned as I picked up my pace. Pulling free from her clutching arms I really started pounding forcefully into her cunt. "Oh John! I love your cock! I love you! Fuck me John, fuck me hard and make me cum! Right THERE! OH FUCK!" and my aunt's head was flailing left and right as she squirted a hard stream of her juices. Her hips were thrusting to meet mine as she sought to make this cum go on and on. 

My movements slowed to let her recover and she slowly regained her composure. "Holy fucking shit, John, are you sure you were a virgin? You handle your cock like a real pro! Have you cum yet? Oh my god, don't stop, I love what you are doing to me! Ooooh yeah, like that. God yeah, keep doing that, god you are soooooo big and you fill me so damned good. Oh please, baby, I want your cum! Come on John, fuck your Aunt with that huge cock of yours and wash my insides with your sperm!" She had moved her feet around my hips some time ago and I grabbed her knees and pushed her legs back till they were beside her chest, making my cock reach further inside her. 

"Oh my god you're in so deep! I can't believe how deep you are! Umph, umph, ooof, umph." I was pounding my sexy aunt with all I had as I wanted to make her cum again when I poured my seed deep inside of her. My balls were getting tight and I could feel the tingling all the way from my toes to the tip of my deeply imbedded cock. 

"I'm going to cum, Aunt Ely! I'm going to cum in your pussy." As I said this Ely groaned and started shaking under me as she again climaxed on my cock. I managed to pound her another 12 to 15 long and hard thrusts, and just as she finished cumming I shot deep into her with my boiling hot jism. "Oh shit! I'mmmmm cumming Aunt Ely! I'm cumming inside of you!!!!!!!!!!" I slammed my cock into her harder than ever as my sperm shot into her in six forceful streams. 

When the first blast hit the well of her womb my aunt cried out in joy as she lifted her hips to slightly increase my depth. Then she suddenly went wild as another orgasm slammed into her well fucked body. "Oh my god, I'm cumming againnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! Yes, John, yes! Pound me with your cock, oh fuck me, don't stop, don't ever stop!" Again her eyes crossed then rolled into the top of her head as she groaned in pleasure. Then her arms dropped from my shoulders and her head dropped back as her body went totally limp as she fainted. 

I was momentarily afraid that I'd fucked her to death, but then I saw her chest rise as she took an unconscious breath and I felt much better. Remaining as I was, my cock deep inside her pussy, I simply enjoyed the feeling of her pussy muscles erratic spasms around my cock. Finally I slowly eased my cock out of her and lowered her legs to the ground and then lifted my body off of hers. My lips found hers and I gently kissed her lips, eyes, cheeks, nose, and back to her lips. 

Ely slowly opened her eyes and grinned at me. "What a marvelous way to come to! Thank you for the absolute best fucking I've ever had! I never knew I could cum so much and so quickly." She kissed my lips hard as her tongue sought out mine. Then she tried to sit up and failed solidly. "I think I'm going to need your help." I gently pushed her into a sitting position then we both looked down to see my sperm gushing from her gaping hole. "Sweet jeezuz, I've never seen any cum pour out of me like that! Do you cum in quarts or gallons?" Then she stuffed her fingers into her hole and scooped out a gob of my cum. Moving her hand to her lips she quickly licked her fingers clean while her other hand was digging deep trying for more. She pulled four globs of white sauce from her cunt and licked every drop from her fingers. 

Several minutes passed quietly as we both recuperated from our love making. Aunt Ely was the one who broke the silence. "Well my young stud, I think it's time we headed back. Every one will wonder where we are at. Besides you really helped me work up quite an appetite."




Gone Fishing with Family



"I guess you're right. I'm famished too." I responded. As I took my feet I reached down and gently helped my aunt stand up on wobbly legs. I grabbed her again and hugged her to me, helping her legs get used to supporting her weight again. My hand grabbed an ass cheek and I gave her a quick kiss. 

We both felt my cock twitch and start to slowly rise and Aunt Ely pushed me away saying, "Oh no, right now we can't let that thing get started again! We don't have the time and I need to be able to walk back to the cabin."

I smirked at that then said, "Why Aunt Ely, you didn't say you wouldn't want to have it back to full mast, just not right now! I thought you said only once."

"You are an ass, you know that! How could any woman say never again after being fucked so incredibly, completely...shit, I can't even figure out the words for what you did to me! One thing is for sure, I positively want to fuck you again...and again...and again. Shit, my body is still shaking from my orgasms." She was holding my hand as she spoke, but was mostly looking intently at my soft 7 incher. "Damn, Ron isn't that big when he's hard. He knows how to use it but...damn."

I helped her get dressed and then pulled on my own clothes. We started the slow walk back to the cabins and about halfway there she stopped in her tracks and pulled me around facing her. Rising up on her tiptoes she pulled my lips to hers and our tongues danced wildly inside each others mouth for several minutes. When she finally pulled back I looked at her questioningly and said, "what was that for?"

Her eyes devoured mine as she dug deep for courage before saying, "I just realized you never said that you WOULD fuck me again! You just have to! I don't think I could live if I knew you'd never want to fuck me again!"

She continued babbling on as I tried to get her to stop. Finally I had to kiss her again just to get her quieted down. When I broke the kiss I put my fingers to her lips and said, "Of course I want to fuck you again! Shit, I do know fantastic when I feel it, and we felt fantastic together." 

Aunt Ely squealed with glee and jumped into my arms hugging and kissing me hungrily. "Good grief, woman, now I know why my dad likes fucking you, you're insatiable!" We both laughed and I placed her back on the ground. Then we started walking again, with Ely taking my hand in hers as we walked. 

As we neared the edge of the forest Ely squeezed my hand before releasing it. Then we started trying to talk like normal Aunt to Nephew talk should be. As we exited the forest I saw my sister looking our way and shouting for me to come see her. Ely and I said our parting words and I was on my way to see what Kelly wanted.

******

"Where the heck have you two been? Seems pretty early for a walk in the woods!" She had a weird look on her face when she said that and she seemed to smile at my discomfort. I walked up and stood before her asking her what she wanted, but she was distracted. "Euw, what is that smell? Oh my God, it's cum! What were you two doing? Oh my god, John!"

"Shhhh, would you please be quiet?!" I quickly grabbed her arm and spun her around so she was facing away from the rest of the group. Then I tried to recover as I continued "What the hell are you talking about, miss 'I'm proud I'm still a virgin'?"

"Hey, I KNOW what cum smells like, and you smell like you took a bath in it." Kelly was looking at me intently now as she scrunched her nose taking another whiff of the foreboding aroma. "Yup, I've given three blowjobs and that is definitely the smell of cum, Bro. Did she catch you yanking your pathetic little cock, or did you two DO it?"

'You are totally insane! Yes, I did yank my not so small cock last night and nobody caught me. That's what you are smelling!" I said trying to deflect her accusations.

"Bullshit! I didn't smell this last night when you came back in. But I sure can smell it now!" She seemed to relish in her presumed advantage. 

"Look, I'm going to take a quick shower and I'll meet you at breakfast. If you want, we can talk after every body else goes fishing." Then I abruptly walked away and into our cabin. 

After a quick but thorough shower I was dressed and in the dining hall in no time. Mom, dad and uncle Ron all saw me at the same time as they chimes in with a jumbled "Ah, there he is, morning John." I lightly waved at them as Ely looked at me and ran her tongue around her lips. I sat down with my sister and cousin only to hear Kelly quietly say "I saw that! What did that mean?" 

"Would you just shut up, Kelly" I softly yelled.

"Saw what? What does what mean? Shut up about what?" came from Mel as she tried to figure out what the siblings were battling over. 

I looked at my beautiful cousin and softly said, "Good morning, Mel. Don't worry about it, it's between my sister and me. None of your business."

Kelly softly purred "Ohhhh, I'm not so sure about that!" I just glared at her and mouthed out 'Later, now shut the fuck up.' She batted her eyes at me and gave me a sly smile before stabbing her fork into her breakfast sausage. 

Mel looked from me to Kelly and back to me several times before saying "Something is definitely going on, and somebody had better tell me what it is!" Kelly and I both simultaneously shushed her. She briefly shot us with dagger eyes before returning to her breakfast. I went to the buffet line and filled a plate that was soon nearly licked clean. 

After breakfast was over the adults seemed to all want to go fishing. Mel is by far the best angler in our entire group so she was anxious to go so she could beat both of the men in both number caught and in total weight. Just as I was going to get in the boat I said, "Oh, no! I think I ate too much! I'm going to have to sit this one out!" Then I dashed up the steps lightly holding my stomach. 

Kelly was the worst angler of us all and the moment I dashed away she said, "I hate fishing every day. You guys go and I'll keep our sick breakfast pig company." With that she untied the boat and shoved it off from the dock. "Have fun, see you guys later." She called out cheerfully.

I was in our cabin lying on my bed when Kelly came through the door. "You thought you could ditch me, didn't you? Nice try, Bro." Then she plopped onto my bed beside me and said, "time for you to confess, what were you and Aunt Ely doing that made you -- and her -- smell so strong of cum?"

Looking at her with frustration written over my face I asked "You won't let this drop will you?" Seeing her shake her head 'no', I softly said "Fuck" before looking at her and saying "you can't breath a word of this to Mel, Aunt Ely will kill us both." After getting Kelly to verbally agree to that I told her about what I saw through the window, my wanking session, going for the walk with our aunt and that she had agreed to fuck me one time. 

"One time!" Kelly cried out. "If I ever saw a woman who wanted more it was our aunt this morning! You didn't really believe that one time crap, did you?"

"Well, when she said it I did. So I had to make sure that when my one time was over that there would be many more times because SHE wanted them."

"And..." Kelly urged me on impatiently.

"Jeeze girl, calm down." I continued. "When we were done, and after she came to after fainting she begged me to promise her we'd do it again and again." 

"What was that? She fainted!" Kelly shrieked, she grabbed my arm saying, "now you're shitting me. I thought we were being honest here!"

"I am, the last time she came she fainted straight away."

Kelly interrupted me again "The LAST time she came! You're really pissing me off with these lies. So just how many times did my brother the stud make her cum, anyway?" Sarcasm literally poured off of her words as she taunted me.

"Hmmm, let's see now," I said as I mentally counted out what I could remember, "I know for sure of five times that she came hard and there might have been some smaller ones that I didn't notice." 

"You are so full of shit! First you want me to believe that our parents and Mel's parents are swapping partners, which means they end up fucking their own brother or sister! You're sick! And then you expect me to believe that you have this magic cock that could make Aunt Ely cum like crazy, not once but five, that's FIVE fucking times! I never knew you were so into yourself, mister super cock. Shit, Bro."

"Hey, I think the stuff you smelled earlier was from her, she squirted something fierce on the third orgasm." 

Kelly slugged my arm then saying "You are too much, you damned liar."

"Well, there is one way to see if I can do what I said I did." Kelly looked at me with concealed interest. "Take off your top and show me your boobs."

"What! Now I know you're nuts!"

"No take it off and we'll see if I have that little dick like you said I had."

Kelly glared at me before replying, "What a sick way to get to see my boobs. You really are a pervert you know. No wonder you were peeping in other peoples windows."

Well we went back and forth on this for quite a while. Finally I said I would give her $100 if she showed me her boobs and I didn't get an impressive hard on. She upped the ante by requiring that even if I got hard, if I wasn't REALLY impressive, I still had to give her $50. Finally Kelly slowly pulled her top over her head and laid it beside her on the bed. A flush spread over her chest then up her neck and covered her pretty face. Her red lacy bra tightly held her boobs high on her chest and my breath slowly escaped my parted lips as I waited in suspense.

My cock was on the rise at the sight before me and I couldn't wait for her to drop the bra. Kelly stared at me as she slowly reached behind her and undid the clasp. After waiting for what seemed like forever, my little sister slowly let the bra slide down off of her, baring her breasts for me at last. My cock lurched in my shorts as I let out a soft "God, Kelly, you're beautiful!" When I looked to her face again she had replaced her nervous look with a happy one, happy that I liked her perfect pair. 

Her tits were a full and ripe 34C, firm, very nice and much more than handfuls. I liked my aunt's small tits but these were truly awesome. They stood high on her chest with absolutely no sag to them. Each orb was topped with a tight quarter sized areola and her nipples seemed rock hard as they poked out early ¾ of an inch. My fingers reached out and gently stroked her left nipple and cupped her firm breast.

Kelly then pushed my hand away saying, "Okay braggart, time for you to prove it or pay up!" She had a smug look on her face that quickly vanished when I picked up her dainty hand and placed it on me throbbing cock, letting her feel it through my shorts. "Jeez, John, you do feel really big," she said, squeezing my shaft. "I think you'd better drop the shorts so that I can tell for sure." As she spoke her eyes remained locked on her hand as it moved on my shorts covered cock.

I slid off the bed and stood beside her as I held her arm to keep her on the bed. Then I removed my t-shirt and she sucked in her breath. My hands undid my button and zipper then I let my shorts drop to the floor. Kelly was watching with rapt attention as I slid my fingers inside the waist band of my boxers and started to slide them down. The front was caught on my hard shaft and when I asked her to help her hand slowly reached out to grab the front of the elastic band. Kelly had to roll slightly to me and use her other hand to hold my cock closer to my body. Finally my cock head appeared and Kelly gasped at the sight. She again started pulling my shorts down and it finally dropped to my ankles.

As I stepped out of my boxers and shorts, Kelly maintained her grip on my cock. "Gosh John, it's huge!" As she spoke her hand was stroking and squeezing my length, urging a drop of precum to my tip. Kelly slid her finger over my tip, wiping away my fluid then lifted her finger to her lips and gently sucked her finger clean. "Mmmmm, yummy, Bro" she said. Pulling my cock down till it was level with the floor she then leaned forward slightly and sucked in the first few inches of my cock and gently, very gently sucked my shaft. Kelly lifted her eyes to mine as she pulled back slightly before she pushed forward till my cock was tickling the entrance to her throat. Her tongue was making snake like movements on the underside of my shaft as her hands stroked the shaft that remained outside her mouth. 

While her tongue continued its movements, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked hard on my cock. Then she pulled all the way off and licked her lips. "God, John, I didn't expect to be doing this to my own brother, but I just have to do this!" Her face was painted with determination as she again sucked me to the back of her mouth. Then she pulled back slightly, took a breath, and slammed forward taking my cock into her throat.

"OH shit! Kelly, how can you do that! Oh god that feels so good," I was blabbering on as she slowly kept moving back and forth on my cock, taking more into her mouth and throat with each downward thrust. I nearly came when she had her nose firmly planted in my pubic hair, my cock head deep within her marvelous throat. As she pulled off of me my legs slightly buckled. 

My knees strengthened as she popped her lips off of me. "Gosh but I love this huge cock, John. Get up here so I can really give you a great blow job." Who was I to argue, so I slid in next to her as she scooted over. "I've had one cock inside my throat before, but he was only long enough to just barely get into it. You felt so incredible when you were so deep in my throat! Oh gosh," and Kelly greedily took my cock into her mouth and throat, bottoming out in one fluid movement before she began bouncing her head on my shaft. She had me moaning and groaning as she continued fucking my cock with her naturally talented mouth and throat. 

She was really working hard to get my cum out of my cock, but thanks to my session earlier with our aunt, I was able to withstand her efforts for well over ten minutes. My hips started thrusting up into her mouth and my hands were holding her head tight to me as, "Arrrrrrrrggghhh, oh fuck Kelly, I'm going to cum! Shit yeah, here it comes baby girl!" and my sperm shot into her throat and belly. I shot four huge ropes of jism straight into her throat before she pulled back and took the next two into her mouth. She swirled it around inside her sealed oral cavity, washing my cock in my seed before she clamped her lips even harder around my shaft and pulled slowly off of me. Once my cock was out of her mouth she opened her lips wide showing me the huge load on her tongue. Then Kelly closed her mouth and swallowed before again opening her mouth and showing me her now empty cavity. She squeezed my shaft and one last rope blasted out the end and went straight into her eager mouth. 

"Jeezuz, sis, that was fucking incredible! You can suck my cock any damned time you want to! Holy fuck that felt awesome!" I was trying to regain my composure but after that unexpected blowjob it was very difficult. My hands were stroking her head gently, as she herself was breathing hard trying to soothe her lungs.

"Oh John, that was so fantastic! I loved doing that to you...for you. I can't believe I took this whole thing into my throat, but I just had to try." Then she quickly swallowed my cock whole again and pumped her head on me a few times before pulling back till only three inches were still in her mouth. Her tongue savagely licked all around my cock as she ensured that my love muscle stayed hard. 

As she finally pulled her lips off of me she quickly pulled her shorts and panties off, then she straddled my rock hard pillar and said, "There's still one more thing I just have to do!" and she slowly slid her dripping wet pussy over my cock head. Watching my face intently she slowly lowered her body further onto my shaft until I felt my cock head hit a barrier.

"Kelly! You don't have to do this! You're still a virgin, please don't..." and my younger sister lifted her hips then slammed her pussy onto me hard as she ripped her hymen to shreds on her brother's cock. I covered her scream with my hand as she became a woman. 

After the pain subsided she started gently rocking her pussy on my cock, trying to get used to my size being firmly planted in her little body. I wiped a lone tear from her cheek and she kissed my hand, holding it to her face. "Shit, that hurt more than I expected it would, but it is really starting to feel great now. God but I love how your cock fills me so...shit, 'full' just doesn't describe it!" with that she began lifting her hips and then pounding back down as she controlled the first fucking of her young life. 

I looked into her passion painted face as she fucked herself on me and couldn't help but fall in love with her. But that thought faded when she really started pounding on to me and cried out in pleasure as her first cock induced orgasm racked her gorgeous young body. "I'm cumming, John! Oh god yes I'm cumming on your wonderful cock!" she cried out as her face contorted and her breathing stopped momentarily. 

After her climax ended she rose up off my chest and sat straight up on my shaft. I looked at my cock where it entered her pussy and noticed the bottom 3 inches looked dry, while the part above it was coated in her juices. Gently I rolled her over onto her back and supported my body on my arms, my cock still halfway inside her. 

I slowly began short thrusts into Kelly's sweet little pussy. She began moaning almost immediately as my granite slab spread her pussy lips to the max. I silently marveled that her little pussy could actually take me inside of her, and I wondered if my entire length would fit. In the back of my mind, I remembered that Kelly hadn't fully impaled herself on my shaft when she rode me. My thrusts were now about 7 or 8 inches long and my sister was clinging tightly to me as her second climax rose within her.

"Unh, oh, oof, umph, oh, unh," she muttered with each hard thrust into her hot sexy pussy. Kelly kissed me hard, her tongue dancing feverishly over mine before her eyes bugged out and "John I'm cummmmmmminnnggggggggg!!!!" she screamed in my ear. "Oh fuck me John, fuck me with your wonderful cock! Oh shitttttttttttttttt, I'mmmmmmmmmm cumming againnnnnnn, oh god, oh shit, fuckfuckfuck, YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" My little sister only managed to groan out gibberish for the next couple of minutes as her climax rolled on and on. Her body shimmied and quaked beneath me and her head rolled side to side as she rode out her pleasure. I couldn't believe how tight her pussy had become as for about 20 seconds I couldn't move due to her intense pressure on my shaft. 

I noticed my cock and balls were quite wet and looked down to see two incredible things. First, her cum had poured from her cunt like rain water out of a down spout; and second, my cock was buried balls deep inside of her, my pubic hair tickling her squashed clit. God that was fucking sexy. I stayed motionless, my shaft firmly imbedded deep inside her pulsating pussy. Kelly was gasping for breath, her breasts bouncing as her chest rapidly rose and fell. Finally she looked at me and said, "My god, I never knew sex could be this good. If I had I would have raped you years ago! My orgasm just wouldn't quit! Thank you dear brother for the best time of my life!" She then clamped her vaginal muscles again making my cock swell as I groaned in pleasure. "Roll over, Bro."

Once she was on top she gave me a couple quick full thrusts before she dismounted my cock. Taking my shaft in her dainty hands she said, "I'm not on the pill, so I hope you don't mind," and she swallowed my entire shaft deep in her throat again. She was looking up into my face as she mouth fucked my love stick, her hand massaging my balls. 




Gone Fishing with Family



A short time later I groaned "Oh damn, sis, you're going to make me cum! God you are good at that." Hearing this she increased her efforts as she tried to smile with my huge cock in her mouth. I could only hold out for about 2 more minutes before I cried out, "Kelly, here it comes! I'm going to cum in your mouth again! Oh sweet jeezuz, shittttttttttttt, oh god yes, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk mmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeee!" and I shot at least 6 long and powerful ropes of my hot cum into her fantastic mouth. Kelly swallowed faster than ever as she swallowed nearly all of my hot seed. When I finally stopped spurting and she had coaxed all remaining drops from my tip, she pulled off of me smacking her lips then using her finger to slide all remnants into her mouth, then licked her lips again before kissing my hard cockhead. Then she crawled up even further before snuggling into my arms and resting her head on my chest. Every now and then she would glide her fingers over my softened cock, making me twitch after which she would move her hand away. 

We fell asleep in each others arms and awoke about an hour later, my still cock lightly held in her hand. Kelly slid down and swallowed my flaccid cock, quickly bringing me to full length. Then she grinned and quickly climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my cock. She worked the first 7 or so inches rapidly in and out of her moist channel before she slowed and lifted her ass high, nearly pulling off of me. "I just have to do this," she said then she gritted her teeth and slammed her ass fully down onto my crotch. I looked at her amazed as she had taken me fully into her little pussy, her muscles trying to squeeze out the invader. "That feels sooooooo damned good, John. We have got to continue doing this when we get back home! Oooooo, yeah, I like this...a lot!" My little sister just kept rotating her hips back and forth as well as round and round while keeping me firmly implanted in her cunt. 

I started thrusting up into her and Kelly started her own thrusts down onto my steel pole. My hands again took her breasts and began kneading them, causing Kelly to groan in ecstasy. When I pinched her nipples between my fingers she lost it and began shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. My sister didn't know whether to kiss me or cry out in extreme pleasure, so she did both. Her climax seemed to just start to ebb when suddenly it would push her up onto another crest and then she would start to come back down before suddenly being overtaken again by pleasure. 

I had never stopped my upward thrusts but I realized I needed to cum soon, so I grabbed her hips tightly and held us both motionless. Her pussy muscles were still spasming around me and I said, "Oh, Kelly, I need to cum! I'm really close now!" 

She looked into my eyes and said "Hold on John! Don't cum yet!" Then her nimble little body lurched off of me and she twisted in mid air so her mouth came down right on my cock and she swallowed me fully. 

"Hoooooolllllllyyyyy shitttttttttttttttttt! Oh God Kelllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyy, here it comes!" My cum rocketed from my balls and blasted out of my one eye right into her stomach. She kept fucking my cock with her mouth. My hands were needlessly holding her head to my crotch as she gobbled up all of my cum. After I had finished spurting Kelly crawled up and kissed me passionately before sliding back down and taking my cock back into her mouth. She gently cleaned my entire shaft as she licked and sucked it softly, enjoying my rod but also letting me go soft in her mouth. 

"I love the taste of your cum, big bro, but I can't wait to have you shoot your stuff inside of me!" My little sister snuggled in close again as she stroked my chest. "Oh god I'm getting horny just thinking about it!" 

"Whoa, Sis, slowdown!" I told her. "We need to get cleaned up, in case they come back early. We'll find time later for more fun. Besides, you need to let your pussy recover from just being broken in. I still can't believe you let me take your virginity! Are you still sore there?"

"You're so cute, big Bro. Really though, I appreciate your concern because it proves I chose the right guy to be my first. My pussy isn't sore -- it's been well fucked though, thank you -- but my legs are really sore and tired. You get to keep the entire $100, every damned penny of it. Wow! I really do love you, ya know!"

********

Kelly and I were lounging by the pool when the rest of the family got back, much earlier than yesterday. Phew, that could have been tough to explain. We all had a nice lunch and then everybody ended up going sight seeing. Our parents always want to do this, but trust me there aren't that many sights to see in the northern Minnesota forests. (I mean, we have five photos of us standing in the mouth of that fake big fish building, and I've run out of poses to use with Paul Bunyan and his blue ox Babe!)

Finally we were back at the cabins and the parents were in their cabin and we were in ours. Mel was taking a shower so I used that opportunity to quietly tell Kelly to cool it on the 'touchy feely' actions that she had been doing to me throughout the afternoon and evening. She wasn't happy but agreed that she needed to behave. 

After we had all cleaned up for bed I suggested we take a walk -- I had secretly asked my aunt to leave a gap in the curtains again so "I" could peek in on them. Kelly figured out what I was doing and she managed to keep Mel quiet as I mentioned we should just take a peek and see what our folks were doing. I looked in and they were all going at it and not with their spouses, fantastic!

"Hey girls, you won't believe this!" I quietly said. "Just be quiet, they won't want us to know what's going on in there." Kelly stepped up to the window and gasped.

She looked at me, then back inside the cabin. When she stepped back she looked at Mel and quietly said, "Holy shit! Be quiet Mel, but oh my god!"

Mel gave us both a strange look before stepping to the window. At first she looked embarrassed to see her parents screwing. After several seconds her eyes grew wide and she gasped. Then she clamped her eyes shut and shook her head before opening them again. It didn't help, the scene before her hadn't changed at all. She turned to face us, shock written all over her, as she softly gasped, "My dad is fucking...y-y-your mom.....your dad is...f-f-f-fucking my...oh my god!" Then she ran back to our cabin, leaving Kelly and I standing there. We both took another look before following Mel to the cabin. 

Mel was lying on the bed crying like crazy. Kelly sat beside her and tried to calm her down. I finally sat on the other side and stroked her shoulder as I added to Kelly's efforts. Finally Mel rolled over and looked at us as she wiped her tears. "Aren't you two upset about what we just saw?"

My sister hugged her and then said, "Look, Mel, I know my parents love each other. When I looked in and saw them, you know, I got hot! It turned me on to know that they still find sex exciting and that they can share it like that."

Mel looked at me hoping for me to agree with her but I said, "It looked sexy as all get out. They certainly were enjoying it!"

"Guys!" Mel exclaimed, "They were cheating on each other! With their own brother or sister!" Her eyes rapidly moved back and forth between Kelly and me. "They were committing adultery! AND INCEST! Oh my god!" Mel again started crying so Kelly and I both moved in and held her trying to console her. 

My hand gently wiped the tears from her cheek and she hugged me tight, her breasts pressed against my chest. She felt really good against me and it was difficult to keep my promise to Aunt Ely, but I some how managed. We untangled and she looked up to me and then Kelly thanking us again. "I'm sorry guys, but I need to get to sleep. Maybe this will seem better in the morning. Thanks again. I can't believe how you two are handling this."

As Mel slid under the covers Kelly and I slid off the bed and gave each other a hug goodnight. As we parted I squeezed her soft tit while she stroked my cock. Luckily Mel was facing the other way and didn't see. 

********

I awoke to a marvelous sensation, looking down I saw my horny sister deep throating my rock hard shaft. When I stroked her hair she pulled off of me and slid up to my face. We kissed hard, our tongues searching out each other's, then she said, "I hope you don't mind, I couldn't sleep. Seeing our folks fucking like that really got me hot!" Then she straddled my hips and quietly slid fully down onto my shaft. "Oooooh you feel so good inside of me! I love you big Bro." Then she started moving her tight pussy over the full length of my cock. 

She managed two smallish orgasms before her body exploded in a huge cum. Kelly started shaking violently over me and her hands were grabbing tight onto my arms. She started softly but ended up screaming out in pleasure. "Ohhh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god, John. So good oh so good. OHFUCKME! Yes, oh fuck me and make me CUM! Make me cum again on your glorious cock! Shiitttttttttt, oh my god, John, ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh." She then collapsed onto my chest and I kissed the top of her head. 

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Mel screamed from the other bed. "John, how can you do that to your sister! I hate you!"

I looked over at Mel and asked "What the hell did I do?"

"What did YOU do?" Mel screamed. "You ra...you RAPED Kelly! She's your sister for God's sake! You fucking bastard! How could you?!?"

Kelly replied, "Um, Mel, I don't thi..."

Mel cut her off, "Don't you dare try to speak for him, Kelly! He's just another sick bastard!" She paused as her sobs overcame her again. 

"Mel, I'm going to try this again, and this time don't interrupt me!" Kelly said calmly. "First of all, don't be so quick to judge. Second, whose bed are we in, mine or his? If he was going to rape me in my sleep, I'd be in my, our bed, but I'm not! Third, who is on top, in other words, who is fucking who? I'm on top! I woke John up with what I believe was a great blow job," Mel's eyes shot up and rapidly switched from Kelly to me and back, "then when he was awake, I climbed on top and rode his beautiful cock to my fourth orgasm, which was a little bit loud and you woke up!"

Mel stared at me in disbelief before softly, "You sucked him...John, you didn't...you weren't..." Mel swallowed hard, her head down. "Kelly, really, you did this...John, you were asleep...oh my god! You must hate me John, I said such terrible things..." and again she cried. I held out my hand to take hers and she took it when she saw it. I couldn't really move because Kelly was again slowly riding up and down on my cock. 

Suddenly I looked at Kelly and said "Hey, I only noticed three climaxes for you! You told Mel that you came FOUR times!"

Kelly laughed and grinned at me as her ass continued slowly rising and falling, "You silly man, I was so into sucking your cock that I came really hard before you woke up! And I didn't even have to touch myself!"

Mel looked at her in disbelief, I gave Kelly a quick up thrust making her groan. This caused Mel to realize what Kelly was doing. "Are you still doing it? I thought you came already!"

"Oh I did," my sister said, "but he hasn't and I really want him to. But I plan on enjoying the way his cock feels inside me until then!" That said, Kelly really started riding my cock hard, her hips nearly pulling off of me before slamming back down.

The long pause had allowed me to calm way down so I knew I could hold off my orgasm for quite a while, but I wasn't going to tell Kelly that. I loved the grunts and groans that came from her as she worked her pussy on my cock and Mel amazed me by moving to sit on my bed and watching Kelly intently as Mel constantly squeezed my hand with hers. I moved my free hand up and played with Kelly's gorgeous breasts and made her cry out in pleasure each time I pinched a nipple. Kelly leaned in and kissed me hard, her tongue stabbing at mine. Then she pulled off of my lips and leaned to Mel, surprising her with an equally passionate kiss. They held each other tight as they kissed while Kelly pounded her pussy onto my shaft, our skin smacking loudly.

I don't know who was more shocked, me or Kelly, when Mel reached out with her free hand and squeezed Kelly's tit. All I know is that when she did, Kelly cried out in ecstasy, her petite body wracked with her most violent orgasm yet. She collapsed onto my chest as she crested her climax, her body shaking end to end as she kept saying my name over and over.

Mel leaned to her and kissed her lips, then she moved to me and kissed me full on my mouth as she slipped her tongue timidly in towards mine. After the kiss I looked at her in puzzlement and she said, "That was to say I'm sorry for what I said! I should have realized that I was wrong from the start! Can you ever forgive me, John?"

"He'll forgive you if you fuck..."

I cut Kelly off with "YES, I forgive you, Mel! No conditions, no strings attached. I know that you acted the way you did only because you love Kelly. How could I hold that against you!?" I saw a tear run down her cheek and I caught it on my finger and wiped it off. "You are a great friend and a wonderful cousin. In fact, I'm proud that you reacted the way you did. Many would have cowered in their bed and prayed that the bad man left them alone. You didn't, I thank you for that."

It was a contest which of the girls could give me the most hugs and kisses for that statement, but I think Mel won by just a few. Of course Kelly also clenched her vagina onto my cock several times but I can't count that. 

Eventually the girls ended up kissing each other again. When they finally broke apart, Mel said, "I guess you really do love her don't you, John? No answer required, we both know the answer to that. Kelly, why are you still moving on him, I thought you two already came?"

Kelly laughed and replied, "Oh Mel, I came, but John can fuck forever before he climaxes, so he's good to go for us both for quite a while."

"OH NO! I'm still a virgin, I can't do that!" Mel answered. 

Kelly winked at me and said, "No better time to learn than the present!" 

"No, I couldn't, I'm saving myself for the guy I love!"

"That's what I was doing until I saw John's cock yesterday morning." Mel's eyebrows rose at this. "He's a guy, and as you can tell, he truly loves me, and I love him and man am I glad I talked him into it! He is the absolute best guy to begin with. He cares how I feel, he makes me cum so much, and his cum tastes so fucking good!"

"You've tasted his cum!" Mel shot out. "You only started yesterday? Oh my god."

"Yes, it is soooooo good, and it was yesterday, I think, cause you guys were fishing and we were here alone, and then you all came back, we had lunch, later supper and here we are. Hmmm, so maybe it was today."

Mel didn't say anything so Kelly said "Want to try some, it's so good!" and she lifted up and off of me. 

Mel's eyes got bigger and bigger the farther up Kelly went before she mumbled "Holy shit, he's huge!" She again swallowed hard, "How...how did you get that inside...oh my."

Kelly slid to the opposite side of my cock and looked at our cousin. "Here, try it, it's really good!" Mel shook her head. "What, you've never even given head yet! Shit girl, you've been missing out!" and she inhaled my cock all the way to my balls.

"OH MY GOD! How is that possible?"

"Mel, I love it, but not every woman can do it. I guess I'm just lucky." Kelly looked at me then continued, "Guess John's pretty lucky too, right Bro?" I quickly nodded my agreement and Kelly sucked me down again. Pulling off of me again she said, "What do you say, want to give it a try?"

As Kelly waited for her answer, she aimed my cock right at Mel's mouth with only a space of about nine inches between us. Mel's voice said no but her body said yes as she slowly leaned in and touched her tongue to my knob. She licked it tentatively and thanks to Kelly tightly stroking upwards a drop of precum oozed out and she unknowingly licked it up. 

"Hmmm, what was that?" Mel asked.

"I just forced out a bit of John's precum. Good isn't it?" Kelly asked grinning.

Mel smacked her lips then said, "I think I need some more before I can know for sure." Then Mel moved back to my cock and licked my tip again before sucking about 2 inches into her warm mouth.

"Oh Mel, that feels good." I told her, figuring she might need some more encouragement.

She looked into my eyes while keeping my cock in her mouth and tried to smile. Then she sucked again and slowly pulled back letting me slip from her mouth. "Really, John, you liked that?"

"Oh hell yes, Mel, that felt really good, especially for your first time." I told her. "I'm pleased to take your oral cherry, Mel."

Both girls giggled at that, then Mel went back to my cock. Kelly gently took Mel's head in her hands and started moving her up and down on my shaft, going further onto me with every third down stroke. When Kelly removed her hands Mel had about four inches of cock inside her mouth. She stayed like that and slurped her tongue around my cock rapidly making me gasp, then she sucked hard and pulled almost off of me before she sucked even harder as she slid back down my shaft. 

"Oh damn that's good Mel, oh shit yeah."

"Looks like she's another fast learner, big Bro, you are the lucky one!" Kelly stated as she stroked my arm and I played with her tit. 

Encouraged at my reaction, Mel pushed farther down onto my cock, but she gagged before I reached the back of her mouth. Mel had pulled back quickly but after controlling the reflex she took me deep again. As she neared the gag spot she paused then slowly pressed on until the tip of my cock was pressed against the back of her throat. I was moaning in pleasure as Mel continued her first blow job.

Kelly pulled on Mel's shoulder and pulled her off of my love stick, then she engulfed my cock taking my entire 10 inches fully inside her throat. I groaned and Mel said, "Oh my god, Kelly, how do you do that?"

Kelly slowly pulled off of me, her tongue snaking madly on the underside of my shaft. Once her mouth was empty she started telling Mel how to take my entire length. Mel gave it a good effort but found the impulse to gag was just too much for her. I told her not to worry about it, that what she had been doing was really good and she moved up and kissed my lips in thanks. Kelly took that opportunity to again rapidly pound her face on my cock, but let me free when she saw Mel was waiting. 

While Mel was working hard on my cock, I was playing with one of her boobs through her pajama top. Kelly leaned over us and grabbed the top and pulled it up and off of her. Mel let me slip from her mouth as the cloth slid past but quickly engulfed me again. Her nipple was rock hard and she began moaning nearly as much as I was. Finally Kelly realized I was trying to get her bottoms off and she hopped over to Mel's side and pulled the bottoms off and tossed them onto her bed. 

I started pulling on Mel's legs and finally got her to swing around, then I lifted one of her legs and placed it on the other side of my head. When my tongue first touched her pussy lips Mel froze, then she slowly resumed her great blowjob. I started sliding my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, but avoided her hidden clit. Mel was having a hard time concentrating on what she was doing and when I pointed my tongue into a hard shovel and pushed it into her she whipped her head back and cried out in pleasure. Then she attacked my prick frantically, desperate for my seed. 

My tongue continued to lick her cunt lips and virginal hole as my fingers spread her lips wide. Kelly was whispering in Mel's ear that she needed to be ready because when I finally came it would be buckets full. Mel seemed to nod on my shaft, at least it felt like it, and redoubled her efforts. I think she wanted to get me off before she came herself, but I had other ideas.




Gone Fishing with Family



Mel was moaning constantly as I sucked her pussy. As I made another pass at the top of her smooth shaven lips, I clamped onto her rock hard and totally visible clit, sucking hard and flicking my tongue at it rapidly. "Uahoddess" she cried out around my cock. I thought it meant "oh god yes" but I couldn't be sure. In any event, her body tensed above me as my face was bathed in her cum, then she began shaking and twitching to the tempo of my tongue on her clit. Mel's hand went to my shaft and she began jerking me hard as her mouth and tongue did their best to empty my balls. Her body was still shaking when Kelly squeezed my balls and BOOM! I shot my cum into Mel's mouth. 

Mel's head jumped back but she wanted to prove herself and clamped her lips tight around my cock head as she swallowed most of my first spurt. She kept pumping madly on my shaft and I kept spurting rapidly into her wonderful mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" she kept moaning as she sucked, jerked and swallowed as I pumped at least 8 huge globs of cum into her mouth. Finally I stopped cumming and Mel was able to catch up on her swallowing -- her cheeks had swelled quite noticeably as she kept my load within her lips. She managed to coax several drops of cum from me before I begged her to stop as my tip had become extremely sensitive. 

She slid her body off of me and smiled up at me as I said, "God, Mel. Are you sure you've never done that before? Holy shit, that felt fantastic!"

Mel continued playing with my softening cock as she said, "Thanks, glad you liked it. And yes, it was my first time ever. Kelly was right, your stuff tasted really nice. I didn't want to miss any of it. By the way, what you were doing was awesome! I've never came that hard when I did myself." Her fingers were lightly tracing my full length and then circling my tip when she noticed I was getting hard again. "Ah, Kelly, what'd I do wrong, he's not getting soft any more, didn't I get all of his cum?"

Kelly laughed at that and said, "Cuz, you did everything right, it's just that this man's cock is really hard to get down. Rumor has it he can go for hours!" 

"Who said that? How do you know?" Mel asked her. Kelly mumbled 'oops', I think, and didn't answer. "Come on, spill it Kelly."

Kelly looked at me and mouthed a 'sorry' before saying, "I'm not sure."

Mel turned her eyes to me and said, "Who says you can 'go for hours'?" When I didn't say anything she grabbed my cock and pulled it to her lips then said, "dammit, tell me or I'll bite this thing off!" She quickly slammed her face onto me as far as she could then bit down on my shaft making me wince in pain. 

"Oh alright, alright!" I said. "But you are not going to like it. It was your mom!"

Mel's eyes bugged out when I said this and she shoved her face down hard onto me. Suddenly her nose was buried tight against my pubic hair, my entire cock down her throat! She looked at my curly hair way out of focus in front of her and slowly moved back and forth on me before finally pulling completely off of me. "Wow, now that's what I call a reaction! I don't know what surprises me more; that you say it was my MOTHER, or that you saying that made me take your entire cock into my throat!" She gulped air for a moment, then said, "Definitely, the deepthroat! Damn but you are BIG!"

"Why would you say that?" I asked, "I mean about the deepthroat."

"Because I've heard mom and dad talking before when they didn't know I was there and I figured they both fucked other people. She seemed to like having more than one guy there as she couldn't get enough from just one guy."

"Well, all I know," I said smiling, "was that when we stopped she could hardly stand and couldn't walk!" Mel and Kelly both looked at me with shocked expressions. 

"You could do that to my mom?" Mel asked excitedly. "Oh my god but that is so hot! I heard my dad many times tell her how he was sorry he couldn't last like she could. But you really got to her, huh?" Mel looked at my cock in her hand. "Do me, John, do me like you did my mother!" She quickly lay on her back and tried pulling me onto her. 

Rolling to my side I looked into her eyes then said, "Are you sure? This is not something you do on a whim. You only have one 'first' time and I don't want you pissed at me when the sun comes up."

Mel pulled me further towards her saying, "John you're the one! You're a special guy that I love, and if you can do that to my mom, I know I want you to show me how fucking good it can be! Now please fuck me."

Kelly was pushing my ass trying to get me into position and I finally got onto my hands and knees then moved into position between her legs. "Mel, are you positive?" 

She nodded yes. I told her to say it. "Yes."

I told her to place my cock at her entrance and she did. I started to tell her to rub my cock in her slit to coat it with her juices but she started before I could finish. After she again placed my tip into her opening I said, "What do you want me to do, Mel?"

In a hoarse voice she whispered "fuck me."

"I couldn't hear you."

"Fuck me" she said a little louder.

"I'm still not sure what you said," I told her.

Wrapping her legs around my hips and trying to force me into her love channel, Mel cried out in anguish, "Fuck me! Fuck me with your huge cock! Pound it into me and take my cherry! FUCK ME JOHN AND MAKE ME CUM AND CUM AND CUM!"

I stopped holding my cock at bay and released my hips allowing her legs to pull me straight into her pussy. Since I didn't realize how tightly she was pulling with her legs, I didn't expect her to scream out as she pulled my entire ten inches into her in one rapid stroke. Her face turned beet red and her nails raked my back as, "Eeeeeyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" and she was gasping for breath. 

I stayed motionless as she got used to my size within her as well as allowing the pain to subside. Once she had started looking normal I started slow movements with my cock each one making her moan. Whispering into her ear I told her I was sorry about the pain, she kissed me back and started moving her hips in time with my thrusts.

We developed quite a good rhythm and she was fucking me as I fucked her, suddenly her torso lurched and Mel cried out, "Oh god, Kelly, he's making me cum! Shit yes John, do it, do it John! Fuck me hard...oh shit, shit, shit." Mel then clamped her lips to mine and kissed me with more passion than she had before, her hips pumping up frantically trying to keep her cum going as long as possible. 

Finally she slumped and I slowed my movements so that I was stroking into her about 4 times a minute. I kept this up for several minutes before she regained her strength and started fucking back at me. Leaning down I kissed her all over her face before settling on her lips as my cock really started pounding into her. Grabbing her legs I lifted them until her feet rested on my shoulders, making her shudder beneath me. Mel was staring into my eyes as we fucked and I could tell she was getting close again. I moved a hand to her breast and tweaked her nipple, really making her squirm and moan. Slowly I moved my finger from her breast down her stomach then lower to her clit. 

As I brushed her clit her stomach jerked and when I lightly pinched it she cried out, "Fucking hell! Yes, that's it John, oh god don't stop! Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkk! Umgourofnornaeiuoaerishit!" (At least I think that's how it's spelled.) 

When she finally stopped cumming she looked at me dreamily and said "I want to do it the way Kelly did." So I let her legs back down and then rolled over, holding her tight to me so we remained joined together. Once on top she just remained motionless as she got used to the much different sensations. Slowly she started flexing her hips side to side, then rocked front to back. 

Kelly said, "I feel left out, mind if I join in." Before either of us could answer her she straddled my face so that if I looked straight up (ahead?) I could see her boobs bouncing above my nose. So there I lay, my beautiful younger sister riding my face as my equally gorgeous cousin was riding my cock. I didn't see how it could get any better and gladly went with the flow. Kelly began moaning as my tongue explored all over and inside her tasty slit. Mel was groaning and breathing hard as she rode my granite shaft, impaling herself fully onto me. 

I reached up and cupped one of Kelly's breasts while my other hand held her in place on my face. My hand went from kneading her soft breast to tweaking her hard nipple then back again, and Kelly was really enjoying my hand and mouth combo. It was getting harder to hold her in place on my face.

Mel's pace had picked up a little as she was really working my cock, fucking herself as she moaned in joy. Suddenly Kelly leaned back and was resting against Mel's chest. Both girls groaned simultaneously and my hand was covered by Mel's before she pushed it out of the way. I looked up to see Kelly's face turned at more than 90 degrees as she engaged in a frantic lip lock with her cock riding cousin. My displaced hand found her clit and began working it as my tongue speared her hole like a little cock. Between Mel's kisses and boob massage and my work on her pussy and clit, Kelly rapidly began jerking and shaking as her climax neared. 

Somehow I managed to get my lips on Kelly's clit and sucked hard as my tongue flicked it like crazy. Mel noticed her reaction and shoved her tongue deep into Kelly's mouth as she pulled and twisted her nipples hard. That did it and Kelly cried out loudly in spite of Mel's mouth over hers. My arms were locked tight around her thighs as I held her over my slurping tongue and sucking mouth. 

My cock meanwhile was thrusting upwards to meet Mel's down thrusts and her clit was being savagely manipulated between us. When she realized that Kelly was cumming Mel's body was wracked with an immensely powerful orgasm of her own. She cried out in ecstasy as she slammed down onto me and held tight against me. Her pussy muscles clamped tightly around me and the increased friction on my shaft caused me to groan as my sperm shot out the end of my cock and deep into Mel's cunt. The three of us came and came and came. We were all feeding our climax from the others' and when we finally were finished the girls collapsed on top of me. 

Kelly was the first to recover and she kissed me then Mel before untangling herself from the maze of arms and legs. She cuddled on my left side, then Mel slowly drug herself up my chest stopping when the top of her head was just below my chin. My cock was still imbedded in her pussy which was twitching around me about every 10 seconds. Kelly said, "Thanks big Bro, that was a great cum, none of my boyfriends have even came close to eating my pussy that good!"

"Um Mel, that was fantastic, but I'm sorry that I came in your pussy, I didn't mean to but it happened so fast..."

Mel cut me off with "Oh John, I WANTED you to cum inside of me! I'm on the pill and it felt so damned good that it started my orgasm all over again. Oh Kelly, you were so right! I love fucking your brother's cock. Thank you, John, for taking my cherry, I'll always love you for it." 

I didn't know what to say so I just kissed her passionately and held her tight. Then Kelly leaned over me and joined in, making it a three-way kiss. We held each other enjoying the after glow of great sex and drifted back asleep.

Just before dawn I awoke from a glorious dream only to find Mel sucking my cock. When she realized that I was awake, she whispered to me to just lay back and enjoy what she was doing. That she wanted to thank me for her fantastic first time having sex. Then she went back to sucking my cock and swirling her tongue madly around my shaft and cock head. She would occasionally take a deep breath and then swallow my entire cock down her dainty throat. My young cousin was a natural cock sucker, for sure. 

Having no need to attempt to delay my orgasm, I let my body fully enjoy what Mel was doing to me and after about 20 minutes I said, "Oh, god, Mel, that's so good! Get ready, I'm almost there. You've got my balls so charged up that it's going to be a gusher." Mel just increased the speed of her head movements on my cock as her suction intensified dramatically. She was moaning as her tongue danced frantically around my shaft and her hand jerked off the little part of my shaft that wasn't inside her mouth. 

Kelly reached over and squeezed my balls and that was it. "OH MEL, here it comes! I'm cumming in your wonderful mouth! Oh yeah, oh god, shitttttttttt!" My hands were holding her head in place and my hips were thrusting wildly up into her fantastic mouth as my cock shot rope after rope into Mel's hungry mouth and throat. Finally I stopped cumming and relaxed back onto the bed. 

Kelly crawled up and kissed me hard then Mel slid up and kissed my sister. I enjoyed watching their tongues wrestle inside their mouths. Then Kelly broke off the kiss and showed me her cum covered tongue before she swallowed it down and said, "John, your stuff is really tasty! Too bad she got it all!" She turned to Mel and said, "Thanks for the sample, Mel, I'll just have to collect my own sample later." The girls giggled and gave each other a kiss.

We got up and the three of us found out just how small the shower was, but it sure was fun. The girls both got on their knees before me and gave me an exquisite tandem blow job, with Kelly getting my first four ropes of cum before she passed my shaft quickly to Mel who greedily swallowed down everything I had left. 

After we got out and dried each other off, I asked them if they wanted to wait in the cabin to see if Ely was up for another romp in the woods like yesterday. They quickly said "Yes", so I threw on a t-shirt, a pair of shorts and my tennis shoes and stepped out the door to look around. I walked about ten feet from the door when I saw my aunt near the edge of the woods. She motioned with her head for me to follow her then stepped into the woods in the direction of the clearing we used the day before. 

I looked around the camp grounds as though making sure the coast was clear and gave the girls a wink as they watched through the window. They showed great restraint as they were still inside the cabin as I entered the forest. I was surprised that Ely had continued on to the clearing instead of waiting for me. But she made good use of her waiting time for she was lying on the grass stark naked when I reached the clearing. "Wow, you are sooo hot, Ely!" I said as I stepped up to her. She managed to say thanks as her hands quickly had my shorts around my ankles and my cock tickling the opening to her throat. 

She worked my cock for a good seven minutes while I somehow removed my t-shirt and shoes. Ely looked deep into my eyes before saying, "Oh god John, fuck me! I need your cock in me now!" She was pulling me down onto her as she said that and her hand quickly grabbed my cock and aimed it at her opening before she locked her legs around me and pulled me right into her. She tensed when we both heard a twig snap, I looked around and said it must have been an animal and she relaxed again as she started coaxing my hips to move. 

My aunt had cum twice and my hips were flying as I pumped her pussy with really long and hard strokes. I was pulling out till my tip was barely inside of her before I slammed back into her hard, making her groan in pleasure with each thrust. Then I accidentally pulled out just a little too far, and as I tried to aim my cock at her pussy my aim was a bit low and I slammed my pussy juice coated cock straight into her tight puckered asshole. "FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK JOHNNNNNNNNNNN!" she cried out, "you need to warn me if you're going to fuck my ass! Damn that surprised me, but god you feel GOOD inside my poop shute." Ely tightened her legs around my hips enough to allow her to lock her ankles together on my ass crack. Then she used her legs to get my cock moving again -- I had stopped in surprise when I bottomed out in her third hole. 

We quickly got into a good rhythm as my cock ravaged her tightest opening; Ely was shaking and thrashing about underneath me as she went from one climax to another. I lost track of how many times she came but the combination of the unbelievably tight contractions her ass muscles were inflicting on my cock, and the unbelievably sexiness of my aunt beneath me caused my cum to boil up in my balls and I came with more force than ever before. "God, yes, pump my ass full of your cum, John, fill my ass with your spunk. Shit! I'm cumming again, John, yes, oh fuck, motherfucker oh shit, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yesssssssssssssssssseeeee iiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaa!" I looked down at my suddenly silent aunt and realized she had fainted again. My hips were very slowly pumping in and out of her ass as I lightly kissed her lips till she came to. 

Her eyes fluttered open and she seemed unsure of what was happening before her eyes bugged out and she squealed "Oh my god, John! You did it again, you fucked me till I fainted! Son of a bitch, nephew, that's never happened to me and now you've done it both times we've fucked! My that felt so damned good, I'm really going to hate having this vacation end! Oh shit, I don't think I can handle not fucking you every day!" I quieted her with countless kissed as I made love to her beautiful face. She choked back a couple tears before she tugged on my shoulder saying "lets roll over so I can ride your wonderful cock, I need to cum some more." My cock was still rock hard inside her ass so I knew I would have no problem.

We rolled over and she just started moving her hips above me as she began again fucking me with her ass. Man was she tight! It took her no more than five minutes to be crying out in joy as her body was again racked by her orgasm, her legs were twitching madly and her hands were digging into my shoulders like a boa constrictor killing its prey. Ely collapsed onto me, her breath ragged and her ass muscles spasming around my cock, still buried to the hilt in her back door. 

I made a move to roll us over but she weakly said, "No, John, I want to ride you! Just give me a minute to rest and you lay back and enjoy this." So I did just that. It took her more like three minutes before she moved on me (her ass had never stopped twitching around my shaft) and when she did, it was to pull off of my cock and then remount me with my cock inside her pussy. Her movements slowly became more forceful and soon I felt her start climaxing on me again. Ely had found the perfect angle and her orgasm rolled on and on as her pussy began to feel like a tubular vibrator set at "MAX" as it shook and quaked around my throbbing cock. 

Sweat was dripping off of her nose onto my chest when my balls could no longer take it and I started pumping 8 hard full ropes of cum into her insatiable cunt. "Yes, John, fuck me, shoot your cum deep into my pussy! God I love your cock, oh my god YES!" She started moaning in time with my spurts, "Ooof, umph, ungh, OH, umph, ooof..." then she collapsed onto my chest. I could tell she had again fainted and I was rather concerned about it. 

But she rapidly came to and grinned at me saying, "Fuck, what a marvelous cock!" She clamped down really hard on my cock then before continuing, "I can't believe I fainted again, but John, you get me so fucking hot! I can't get enough of you!" Then she kissed me hard, her tongue desperately searching for my own. 

Finally she started to push herself up and off of me, only to collapse back onto me in laughter. "Shit, John, you did it again! I can't get up!" We laughed together, then I gently rolled us over and uncoupled from her. I stood up and reached down and helped her to her feet. Ely wobbled on her very unsteady legs for a moment before she managed to get over to where her clothes were tossed. She flopped back down and slowly pulled her clothes on while sitting on her lovely ass. After resting for a while, I again helped her to her feet and we slowly walked back to the campgrounds. 




Gone Fishing with Family



Since Ely had squirted her juices on me at least 3 times, I headed straight to the cabin and hopped into the shower. Moments later Kelly and Mel joined me excitedly. "Oh my god, John," Mel yelled, "I can't believe you made my mom faint TWICE! Holy shit, that was so hot!" She then inhaled my cock into her mouth and sucked my shaft thoroughly for about a minute. "Darn it, next time I want to taste my mom on your cock! You've already washed her flavors away. Oh well." Then she stood up, grabbed my shoulders and pulled herself up so she could slide her little frame down onto my now hard cock. "Fuck me John, fuck me with the cock that just fucked my mom!" 

Mel wrapped her legs around me and started bouncing up and down on my shaft. After letting her do all the work for about 3 or 4 minutes I grabbed her ass cheeks and started lifting her up my shaft before letting her drop back down. My cock was reaching fully inside her and I kept feeling her cervix opening each time she bottomed out. Kelly was kissing each of us as she fondled my balls with one hand and played with Mel's breasts with her other hand. Mel's body shook slightly with about four small orgasms before she slammed down on me and held there tight, crushing her clit against my pubic bone. She kissed me, her tongue flailing at mine wildly, then her head dropped back and she screamed out, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk yesssssssssss! I'mmmm cummmmmmmmminngggggg John, don't stop! Oh, oh, SHIT! Don't stop John, oh shit, here it comes againnnnnnn!" Her hips were pounding up and down on my cock and her face was contorted in a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion. 

She was so into our love making that I decided to just go with it and not try to hold off my own cum. Suddenly just as her pussy nearly lifted off of me, her vaginal muscles clamped down like a 100 ton press and when she pressed back down onto me my balls exploded, my cum forcefully shooting into her well fucked pussy. She bottomed out again cumming hard and just hung from my shaft as her muscles tightly massaged my cock coaxing every drop of cum out of me and into her hungry womb. 

When her climax ended her legs loosened around my waist and she dropped her head to my chest. She still had a hold of my shoulders and I was holding her ass cheeks, but she was basically being held up by my cock. She hung there for several moments catching her breath before she leaned back to look into my face. This made her groan in pleasure and her body jerked on me. "John, that was so incredible, oh my god. Kelly, he fucked me GOOD!! Uh, John, I can't (giggle), I can't get off of your cock. Could you please help?" I lifted her up then simultaneously thrust my cock up while I pulled her back down hard, "God NO! I can't, John, oh fuck I can't. Please John, we can fuck later but please, no more." 

"Can't take it, huh, guess I'll just have to fuck Kelly then," I said as I gently lifted her off of me and placed her down onto her shaky feet. Kelly quickly jumped into my arms and impaled her cunt on my shaft, gasping at the intense pleasure shooting through her young body. We started to go at it just as Mel and I had moments before. I looked over at Mel standing in the corner of the shower. Then I watched as she let out a slow moan and slumped into the corner at our feet. She leaned her head back, her eyes locked on my cock as it forcefully fucked her cousin. 

Kelly was coming down from her third orgasm when she lifted up and said, "Do my ass John! Fuck my ass like you did Aunt Ely's!" She lifted clear of my cockhead, tilted her hips a little and placed my tip at the entrance to her anus. Kelly pushed down as her sphincter muscles relaxed to allow my cock to enter her. Her eyes bulged as she settled down about 6 or 7 inched onto my cock. "Oh John, you feel soooo big inside my ass. Fuck my ass big Bro, fuck me hard." Truth be told, my 'fucking' of her really consisted of lifting her and then dropping her back down onto me, but that seemed to be more than enough for both of us. She needed to cum and I really wanted to cum inside my sister, so I was really moving her ass on my shaft while she was clamping down hard on me with her amazing ass muscles. 

Kelly's arms tightened around my shoulders and her whole body shuddered hard, then, after being rather quiet, she cried out, "I'm cumming again John. Oh my god, it's going to be...a...really..." she paused to shake on my shaft, "hard...one...ohFUCK! Big Bro, cum with me, I want to feel you cum in my ass! Oh shit, fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shittttttttttttttttt...fucking hell John, YESSSSSSSSSS!" My little sister silenced herself by clamping her teeth on my collar bone. I'm not into pain but at that instant my cock throbbed and spurt after spurt of white hot jizm shot deep into her ass. At my first spurt Kelly's orgasm peaked again as she flopped her head back as a huge moan flew from her luscious lips. 

Kelly finally came down from her climax and did her best at imitating Mel as she hung from my body, suspended by my still pulsating shaft in her ass. She tried lifting off of me but each time she plopped back down as a mini climax shot through her weak frame. She hung from me for about 5 minutes before I lifted her lips to mine and kissed her, then I lifted her easily off of me and gently placed her onto her feet. I blocked the water with my back as I quickly but thoroughly washed her entire body. She kissed me and said thanks before stepping aside to let Mel take her place.

Mel looked up at me and said, "Now I know how my mom could faint from your fucking cock! My god that was so intense!" Then she kissed me quickly before letting me wash her lovely body for her. When I was done with both the girls they took the soap from me and the two of them washed my entire body, paying particular attention to my limp cock. When it started to harden they both cried out "Oh, oh" and dropped it quickly. When I laughed at them Kelly said, "Hey, that's a dangerous weapon down there and we've both had more than enough for a while." Mel readily agreed with my sister with another of her sexy giggles. 

Once we were finished we toweled each other off, then enjoyed a nice three way hug. Mel leaned down and gave my cock a quick kiss before reaching up on her tiptoes to kiss me saying, "I just love fucking you John! I'm so glad I woke up this morning when Kelly was riding you." I told her I loved fucking her at least as much as she did me. 

Kelly kissed me too and said, "I'm glad Mel likes your glorious cock, but, darn it, that means there's less for me to enjoy," with a twinkle in her eye. 

My hand clamped onto her pussy and I slipped a finger inside her slit, "You want some more right now?" I asked. 

She jumped back and screamed "NO! Not now big Bro, I am sooooo fine right now. I was only kidding, you really took care of us both, absolutely no complaints!" Mel nodded agreement so we dressed and went to join the family for breakfast. 

After breakfast there was no way to escape going fishing, so the seven of us cruised out in search of giant pike. My dad has really learned this lake's secrets and always takes us where the fish are biting like mad. I decided I would only keep a really large one and despite my dad and uncle giving me a hard time, my total weight for two fish easily beat my dad's five fish and my uncle's four fish. Kelly and Mel did more whispered talking than fishing, but still Mel had two really nice ones that weighed more than my uncle's but less than my dad's. My mom and aunt decided to lie back in those tiny bikinis and sun themselves so they caught no fish. I think my mom noticed that the other three females kept giving me furtive glances while licking their lips. She looked like she was going to say something to Ely when my dad caught his biggest of the day and she must have forgot about it in all the excitement. 

After getting back to shore mom took me by the arm and led me away from the group. After getting quite a distance between the two of us and the rest, my mom said, "John, just what is going on around here?" I gave her a puzzled look and she wasn't going to let it drop. This time more emphatically she asked "Why are your aunt and the girls giving you such strange looks?"

"I hadn't noticed, Mom," I said.

"Bullshit, I even noticed you blush a couple times after Aunt Ely gave you some very odd looks," Mom said. "I want to know just what the hell is going on."

"Mom, really, if Aunt Ely was giving me strange looks, I think you need to ask her about it. I was too busy looking for my big fish to notice her," I lied.

"Deny it all you like, son, but I'm going to be watching you..."

"Just like the other three, huh?" I interrupted.

"Don't get smart with me young man, I'm still your mother. I'll be watching you and the others and I'll figure out what is going on, mark my words!" 

"Okay, mom, but when you figure it out would you let me know, please?" I asked her. "I never can figure girls out. Or women, for that matter." That seemed to satisfy her, at least temporarily, and we slowly rejoined the group. 

After lunch my dad and uncle went fishing again, my uncle wanted to get even. Ely said a nice swim was in order and so the five of us donned our suits and hit the pool. I again marveled that my suit had at least three and probably four times the fabric as the combined total for the women. Seeing four beautiful women in such tiny suits had an affect on my cock and I quickly got into the water to hide my engorged cock. Kelly, Mel and even Ely kept finding reasons to swim by me; each time they would try to sneakily rub my cock through my suit. Mom was not oblivious to all of the closeness, although I doubt she could see the underwater activities. Mom is a really good swimmer and I soon noticed that every time one of the other three got close to me my mom would disappear underwater only to surface on the other side of the pool. 

After quite a while Kelly, Mel and Ely got out of the water and spread lotion on themselves before laying out to add to their tans. Mom swam by me and said softly "Follow me," then swam to the far end of the pool where the three tanners wouldn't be able to see us very well. I glided to a stop beside her and she whispered, "Now will you please tell me what is going on?" Again I tried playing dumb and my mom gave me a really pissed off look before saying, "John, I really didn't want to stoop to this but you give me no choice. I want to know why all three of THEM keep doing this..." and suddenly her hand reached out and grabbed my cock through my suit. Her eyes instantly bulged out and she gasped "Oh my god, John, your cock is huge!" 

Her mind was telling her to let go of me but her hand slowly stroked my full length twice, making me groan into her ear. That broke her spell and her hand jerked back from me, "Oh god, John, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have done that! Oh my god." And then my mom turned away from me and I could hear her softly sobbing. 

I wrapped my arms around her from behind and tried to comfort her. This had the effect of pressing my cock into the crack of her ass, but neither of us pulled away. Slowly I felt mom's ass press back against my shaft and gently move in circles against me. I moaned again as her ass rubbed against my pillar and suddenly mom pulled away whispering, "John, this is so wrong. Stay away from me." And she swam to the other side got out, grabbed her towel and said, "I've got a headache, I'm going to lie down." With that she headed towards her cabin.

After waiting for several minutes my cock had softened enough to allow me to hide my member and the three tanners seemed to be asleep. I quietly slid out of the pool, grabbed my towel and headed towards the cabins. Instead of going into our cabin, I veered right and walked straight in the door to our parents' cabin. My mom was sobbing into her pillow and had not heard me enter. As I sat on the edge of the bed beside her and stroked her back she groaned and said, "Oh Carl, I'm glad you're back so soon." 

She shrieked when I said "Mom" and tried to push me away. "Look, you wanted to know what has been going on, now I think I should tell you." So I did, I held nothing back, everything was true and complete. Several times she wanted to say something but I just put my fingers lightly on her lips and stopped her. Finally I was finished and I said, "Please don't hate me, mom, and don't hate any of them either. It's nobody's fault that they can't get enough of my cock. I also wish I could have each of them more." 

"So you're telling me that you forced your aunt to fuck you and now she won't quit," my mom asked?

"No, I said I CONVINCED her to fuck me once but as soon as she saw my cock, she had to have it." I corrected her.

"Okay, close enough. And then you expect me to believe that my baby girl gave you her virginity and has had you in all three holes!" she exclaimed. I simply nodded so she continued, "On top of that you want me to believe that your little virgin cousin saw you and Kelly doing it and gave you her cherry too?" Again I just nodded. "This is just too much to believe."

I took a breath then gently picked up her hand and placed it on my half hard member. She tried to pull away but I held her there. Then I moved her hand up and down my rapidly rising shaft before I felt her tighten her grip. Her hand continued stroking my shaft as my hand just went along for the ride. She kept stroking me as I laid back onto the bed, then lifted my hips and I tugged my swim trunks down my legs, my cock slapping back up against my stomach. "OH my god," mom gasped as she took my cock in her hand again. After stroking it several more times, she looked into my eyes and said, "Forgive me John, please forgive me. I shouldn't be doing this." Then she placed her lips around my cock head and pressed her lips down onto my shaft. Her tongue slithered on my cock's underside as she slowly bobbed on my shaft. 

My mom slowly pulled her lips from my shaft and looked lovingly into my eyes. "I guess this will go down as your best camping trip ever," she said before inhaling my throbbing rod again. This time she didn't stop until my entire ten inches was down her throat making me gasp in extreme pleasure.

"Oh shit, Mom, that feels so damned good!" I told her. This spurred her on to even more vigorous cock sucking on my shaft. Suddenly she sucked harder than a souped up "Tool Time" Hoover as she pulled her mouth tongue and lips off of my throbbing member. How she got her bikini top and bottom off so quickly without ripping them I'll never know but she quickly mounted my hips and slammed her dripping pussy onto my cock. We both cried out "Oh fuck!" and her hips started pounding onto me like a machine.

"Oh god, oh shit John, you...feel...so...good," mom panted. Mom was grinding her hips in circles as she was pounding up and down on my love pillar. After several moments I took one of her nipples into my hand and pinched it between my thumb and fore finger. She arched her back and screamed above me, "OH FUCKKKK! I'm cumming, John, god yes I'm cumming on my son's cock!" Her moans continued for a couple minutes as her body convulsed over me then her climax finally started to ebb. I grabbed onto her nipple and pulled hard on it, stretching it out over two inches while I thrust hard up into her sopping wet cunt, Mom cried out again, "YESSSSSSSSS, I'm cumming again!!! Oh god, I'm cumming so hard! Oh, fuck, oh, shit, shitshitshitshitshitshitshit FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!"

My mother dropped her body onto mine as she wrapped her arms around me tightly. Her pussy was still twitching around my cock and she moved her face up and kissed my lips forcefully. After letting my mom's shuddering body cover me for about five minutes I gently rolled us over and took control of our coupling. Mom spread her legs wide, opening her sex fully for me and I started pounding my cock deep into her pussy. Mom's head was rolling side to side as her climax neared. I hooked my arms behind her knees making my angle of penetration that much better and my mom went crazy as another climax crashed over her.

Her hips were thrusting up at me as I pounded down into her hot and wet cunt. Mom cried out in a loud prolonged wail as her entire body shook beneath me. Just as she came down from that climax I moved my hands on her legs and lifted them up till her ankles rested on my shoulders, then I gave her my most forceful thrust deep and hard into her. Mom gasped incredibly and her eyes crossed in prelude to another orgasm. "Yyyyeeeeeeiiiiiiiyyyyyyaaaaa! Oh my god JOHN! Oh shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckmeeeeeeeeeeooooooohh!" My mom's hands fell limply at her sides as she smiled up at me while she gasped for breath. 

"Oh, god, mom, you are so sexy! God I love fucking you, you feel so good around me!" I told her before I leaned down to kiss her passionately. Straightening up I again grabbed her ankles then resumed pumping my cock deep into her pussy. She was moaning as I pumped into her then I pushed on her ankles and bent her legs back till her knees were laying on either side of her head. I had paused with just the tip of my cock inside of her and she looked up at me with breathless anticipation. "I love you mom!" I said then slammed my cock deep into her pussy, my cock head hitting her cervical opening. 

Mom's eyes bugged out and she looked shocked as she gasped "Oh god!" She quickly looked where my cock entered her love canal before she looked into my eyes again. "Do it, John, do it. Fuck me deeper than anyone ever has and make me cum! Oh god I want to cum around your cock! Cum with me John, umph, fuck me and make us both cum! Unh, umph, ohgod, oh, umph, THERE! GOD I'M CUMMING AGAINNNNNNNN! So deep, umph, yes, pound... your... cock... oooo... deep... SHIT!!!!!!!!!!" Mom's climax had started again with a vengeance as her pussy clutched and grabbed at my invading cock. 

As mom's orgasm waned I gave her about ten more long solid thrusts that pounded my cock head against her cervix opening. Then I pushed into her hard again and I felt her cervix reluctantly open up and my cock head slid into her inner sanctum. The pleasure my cock felt was unbearable and we both cried out in exquisite joy. Mom was looking at me with combined love and lust as her climax again slammed onto her sweat coated body. We were rocking together, my cock deep inside her cervix as neither of us wanted it to escape. My balls exploded sending my boiling hot cum shooting into her deepest reaches. "Oh my god! Yes, John, cum with me! Shoot your seed into me son, FUCK YES! Do it, son, fuck me hard and pump me full of your sperm, oh GOD, fill me with your baby making seed and make me cum! Oh shit John, I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmingggggggggg!"

I had to move my hips again and my pounding member found her now open cervix and my cock head popped into it with each thrust. Mom had stopped crying out and was now biting her lower lip as her body shook so hard I thought I might be bucked off by her. My cock stopped squirting and I pushed deeply into her and stayed still, my cock head still inside her cervix, right where it had began so long ago. 

We lay panting together for several moments before I rose up and guided her legs back down her full length. My cock was still imbedded inside her cervical opening and I just leaned down and gently kissed her lips, barely placing any weight on her chest. My cock twitched within her and she squirmed her hips beneath me. "Oh, mom, that was so fantastic! You are incredible! I love you!" I said as I kissed her some more. 

"John, you...you were incredible! I've never been fucked so completely, ever! But oh, John, you're my son! We shouldn't have done this!" She started softly sobbing after saying that and tried to avoid my kisses. 

I grasped her face in my hands and said, "Mom, what we did was beautiful and I want to do it with you again and again. It's no different than when you fuck your brother and I know you've been doing that nearly as long as I've been alive. Hell, you might even have started doing that before I was born." I kissed her to cut off her interruption. "If you and your brother fucking is okay, and if dad and his sister fucking is okay, then so is this." I emphasized 'this' by giving her a quick hard thrust deep into her, my cock again returning to her dripping cervix.