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A Trout for Emma Wightman

By: Reiner43



Chapter 1 - An Unexpected Education

Emma called one morning, quite early. 

"Can you get here fast? A coyote just killed one of my geese!" 

"Sure," I replied, "Is he still there?" 

"The little bugger dragged it off into the bush and I can hear him and his pack arguing over the pieces."

I grabbed some shells for my Krag-Jorgensen and jumped in the truck, heading down the road to her place close to the lake.  As I turned off the road into her laneway I slowed right down, trying to be as quiet as possible, and when I saw her I pressed my finger to my lips to let her know to be quiet, then got out of the truck, leaving the door open so it wouldn't make a noise closing. Sliding some shells into the chamber and magazine I headed off quietly in the direction she pointed, and sneaked toward the noise of the coyotes as quietly as I could. I only got one shot off before they spotted me and melted into the bush, but I did roll one of them and then shot him again before he could limp away.  I picked him up by his hind legs and carried him back to the truck.

Emma was spitting sparks when I walked into to her yard with the dead predator. She hated coyotes, mostly because she loved her little flock of geese, and this was the third time she had lost one. 

I told her, "I saw maybe four or five more coyotes so you had better keep your 'boys' in their wire pen for a while."

She asked me, "Can you eliminate these coyotes?" 

"I'll try," I said.

I went home and got a few jump traps. I set them using the few remaining pieces of the torn up goose as bait, and wired the traps to small cedars. Chances were that the pack would sneak back at night to get what they had left when I shot.

Emma invited me in to wash up and have a coffee. She was pretty upset. All her geese had names and she had a sort of motherly, protective feeling for them. 

I told her, "Call me if you hear a trap snap or if a coyote is struggling in a trap and I'll come to finish him off." 

I had known Emma for a number of years now, starting back when I was in school. She had retired early from teaching in the city and had moved to our little community when her husband had drowned during a holiday in Hawaii. I first met her when she asked me to mow her lawn and from then on she often asked me to do little jobs for her over the next few years. She was a nice woman, and she had even helped me proofread and edit my essays during high school. Emma volunteered at the community library, and I often saw her there as I used to stop in and read "The Saturday Evening Post", "Outdoor Life," "Guns & Ammo" plus a few other magazines on a pretty regular basis. As I got to know her I enjoyed helping her with various jobs, as she was a nice woman, and she always treated me as an adult. 

I had started to notice her female attributes more and more in the last year or two. Although she was middle aged and graying, she was agile and quite pretty. She had a quick mind and quick reactions as well as a good sense of humor and a ready smile.  I wasn't above sneaking a peek at her body whenever I had the chance. Working together on some of her projects I had many times looked down her shirt front or up the edge of the leg of her shorts. 

That evening the phone rang and it was Emma again. 

"I think we've got one trapped – I hear all kinds of noise out there and I'm pretty sure it's one struggling in a trap." 

I rushed down to her place and sure enough we had a good sized male caught, so I popped him in the head and reset and re-baited the trap. I didn't think they would come back for a while after the one was trapped, but it wouldn't hurt to try anyway.

Emma was delighted with our success, and invited me in for a coffee and a chance to wash the blood off my hands. I cleaned up and sat at her kitchen table while she found some crackers and cheese. 

She turned, looked at me, and said, "Maybe you deserve a beer for that instead of a coffee." 

I thought it was pretty nice of her to treat me as an adult even though I had just turned eighteen that spring, so I quickly told her, "I'd like that a lot." 

"I was just headed for bed when I heard the noise," she said. "I was going to watch baseball on the TV." 

I finally figured out that she was explaining why she was wearing her nightgown and housecoat. I lingered over the beer, and she brought me another one. When she sat down her housecoat slipped open a ways and I could see her nipples poking against her night gown. 

She must have seen me looking because she pulled her housecoat together a bit and said, "I saw you peeking – seems the last year or two you sneak a look whenever you can – don't you?" 

Since I detected a bit of a smile on her face I said, "I guess you caught me that time – but what about all the times you didn't?" 

She just laughed and said, "You men are just like that – but at least it beats you liking boys." 

We both laughed and I was pretty relieved that she hadn't taken offence. Her housecoat slipped open again after that, but she pretended not to notice me looking at her. 

I finished my beer and told her I'd come back a couple of days later with a predator call and try to nail another coyote with my rifle.  

"Good" she said, "Let's keep at them until that gang of scoundrels is eliminated or they at least leave me alone."

Two mornings later I went fishing at dawn and landed a nice trout. I was hoping for a few more but they quit biting so I packed up and decided to drop in at Emma's to check the traps again.  I knew she liked trout so I brought it to her house after I had found the traps were untouched. She must have just woken up when I had pulled into the laneway and she said she barely had time to straighten her hair before I knocked on the door.  

Emma was really pleased with the trout and said, "Nothing as tasty a good fresh one like that – it'll make a nice supper for me." She added, "I'm making toast and coffee, so stay and have some." 

It sounded good to me so I took off my boots and then washed the fish smell off my hands. Emma was hustling around making the breakfast and she asked me to butter the toast when it was still hot, as she was busy making coffee.  I was standing next to her at the counter doing the toast when I looked sideways and could see down the front of her night gown as her robe had slipped open. 

She noticed and said, "Gosh, you don't miss much do you?" 

I replied, "I take whatever I can get, and it's not all that much these days." 

She just laughed it off. 

When we were eating our toast she asked, "What did you mean when you said 'it's not all that much these days'?" 

I had to think a bit before I answered her, I didn't want to get her mad at me or think I was a creepy, so I phrased my answer carefully. 

"Well, the girls just don't seem all that interested in a guy like me with an old rusty truck and that doesn't have a regular job, can't dance hardly at all and doesn't like music all that much." 

She pressed on, however, asking questions about how I was doing with the girls I knew. 

"I think what you are trying to say as nicely as possible is that you aren't getting lucky, right?"

"Well yes," I finally admitted. "I'd sure like it if I could even get one to let me feel her up or take off her bra, but so far it's not going well."

"Well, they don't know what they are missing," she said. "I think you would be a nice treat for any young girl. But I guess that's why you are so easily excited around me whenever you get a chance to see something." 

My next question hung me.  

"What do you mean by easily excited?" I asked.  

Emma laughed and said, "Look, I was married a long time and I can tell really quickly when a guy has a hard-on and is watching me. It's like a natural instinct by now. You wouldn't have noticed but I've tested you a few times by ensuring you got a nice peek, and every time I did you got horny. Don't try to deny it!"

"Well, I have to admit you hit the nail on the head, and I hope you aren't too ticked-off at me."

Emma told me "Don't worry about it, and turn your chair around."

She stepped up to me and slipped her housecoat off onto the floor. 

Pressing against me she said, "These little old lady tits likely don't compare with the ones those girls have, but at least you can play with these ones." 

She leaned forward and we kissed, gently at first and then our tongues touched and wiggled against each other.

I was catching on pretty quickly at that point, and was still a bit nervous, but nevertheless I wasted no time in kissing her nipples through her night gown. She seemed to like that and I pressed closer, and now her thighs were pressing against my erection.  I brought up my hands and rubbed her breasts, then kissed her nipples some more.  Then I put my hands behind her and rubbed her bum and kissed her lips again.  

"Turn me loose for a second," she said. Emma lifted her night-gown over her head, dropping it on the floor behind her. 

Stepping back into my arms she asked, "Are these the boobs that you've wanted to see for the last few months?" 

I hardly knew what to say but I had no trouble deciding to kiss her breasts, and then boldly started to suck a nipple. 

"The other one as well," she said, and turned a bit so I could suck her other nipple. 

"Feels good," she said. "It's been a long time for me since my husband died. I've had some nice thoughts about you from time to time in the last few months." 

Emma kicked off her slippers, and climbed on to my lap facing me, legs apart, straddling my thighs. 

"Bet you didn't think you'd see my goodies opened up for you in your lap when you left home this morning, did you?" 

Our lips met again and this time we explored each others' mouths with our tongues.

I agreed with her, telling Emma, "I have thought about you nude a lot but never expected it to happen, especially as unexpectedly as this.  I've daydreamed a lot about you, though, wondering what you would look like and feel like naked."

"Well," she said, "I'm sitting here with my legs apart so you can see and feel. Don't waste the opportunity." 

With that invitation, I felt my first real woman, exploring her pussy with my fingers. She scooted forward a bit so I could see her pussy more easily and she put her arms around my neck to support herself as she leaned back and spread herself open for me. My eyes drank in the sight of her pubic hair, her pussy lips, and her opening. 

"Lesson number one," she said, "that little nub where my lips join at the top is pretty important – see if you can find it. It's the key to making me feel good."  

I traced my finger up one of her pussy lips until I felt a little mound. 

"That's it," she said. "Now, gently, rub it a bit, take your time, and be gentle." 

I was more than happy to oblige her, and gently rubbed the little nub. 

"I'm a bit dry," she said. "Put a bit of saliva on your fingers and moisten that little nub, and also my little lips." 

This was getting to be awfully nice, I thought, but the rush of emotions was nearly overwhelming me. I got a bit too excited and must have been a bit rough.  

She reminded me, "Gently, slowly, not so hard please." 

I slowed down, and tried to be as light as a feather with my fingers. 

"That's better," she said. 

I soon noticed her starting to get excited, and her breathing quickened. 

"Let's get onto my bed," she told me. "You're about to get much more than you ever expected today – get out of your clothes." 

I peeled off my clothes in record time, and my cock was standing at attention for her. 

She quickly grabbed a little tube from the bathroom and told me, "This is lube - at my age I get a bit dry and I haven't had sex for quite a while now, so rub a little on my lips and love button and then put some inside me."  

"I sure like that idea," I said as I applied a bit to her pussy lips and clit. Then, for the first time, I slipped my finger right inside her with a bit more lube. 

She felt warm and snug, and I was in no hurry to take my finger out until she said, "Start rubbing me again, like before – but take your time and be gentle." 

I was getting the idea now, and I was enjoying seeing her pussy open for me as I gently rubbed her. Soon her hips were thrusting up and she was making lovely little whimpering noises as I rubbed her. 

Finally she shook and trembled as her climax hit her, and she pulled my hand away saying, "I can't take any more, let me rest." 

As she recovered she said, "You're great!  Thanks - you were so kind and gentle. So, how do you like playing with an old woman's goodies? You seemed pretty interested in exploring and getting me horny."  

I replied, "Hey – you're not old, and that was better than I ever thought it would be. I have to admit you are right - I sure enjoyed looking, and exploring your pussy, and I really liked it when I felt you get hot." 

"Well if you like, look some more – open me up and explore to your heart's content – I'll give you the guided tour," she chuckled.  

With that she pulled a big pillow under her bum, and spread wide for me. 

"You can stretch those lips if you like," she told me.  Carefully, I extended them, one in each hand between finger and thumb. 

It opened her up nicely. Next, she told me to pull the skin up above her 'love button' as she called it and I saw her pink clit emerge. 

"Be really gentle with that little thing and it will treat you right," she reminded me. "I know you probably want to explore inside of me – so go ahead, just be gentle," she told me as she reached around behind her thighs and spread her opening wide for me. 

"Turn your palm up and try to find my G-spot with your finger – keep trying – not there – closer to the front – aaah, you've got it - now rub it and remember where it is and what it feels like." 

She asked me, "Is this anything like you imagined?" 

I admitted, "It's was a lot nicer than anything I'd pictured in my mind." 

She told me, "I know you can't wait to jump on me, but I need you to play with me just a bit more to let me relax. You might be nervous but I'm twice as tense, so take it slow and easy." 

I wasn't about to do anything that might shut her down, so I just kept on gently rubbing her pussy, kissing her, and occasionally sucking her nipples and rubbing her tits. I thought to myself that they were more like sunny-side up eggs when she lay flat on her back, but when she sat up they were nice small handfuls. 

"What else have you wondered about when you were peeking at me this last year?" she asked. 

I almost hesitated to tell her, but then I blurted out, "I've always wanted to get really close to your pussy with my face – maybe blow on it, or maybe kiss it even – okay?"  

"It's more than okay," she replied. "I'd love it – especially if you can find my love button with your tongue and wiggle it against me gently. Once you try that I have some more ideas for you too – so go to it!" 

I kissed her gently on her tummy and gradually kissed my way to her slit, then slipped my tongue in, searching for her little button. I found her opening first and couldn't help dipping into it a couple of times, and then I traced her lips upward until I found her pleasure spot. I started to wiggle my tongue tip all around it and I saw her hand slip down and pull up the skin above it, exposing the pink nub for me. 

Soon she was wiggling and pushing up at my mouth and I heard her say, "Suck it," so I sucked fairly strongly until I could feel her pulsating against my mouth.  

Almost without thinking, my hand found its way to her pussy and I slipped my middle finger into her, searching for her G-spot once again. This made her wiggle even more and soon I experienced her reaching another orgasm as I rubbed, licked and sucked her. 

She finally pushed my head away with her hand and said, "Stop, stop, I'm too sensitive." 

I felt great when she groaned a bit and said, "Gosh, you're a fast learner – you're good!" 

All the rejection I'd experienced from teen-age girls melted away when Emma told me that she had enjoyed me. 

"Just let me recover as bit, then you can get on top of me and fuck me silly, but I need a few minutes to recover from that orgasm," she said.  

My emotions jumped – I was about to have sex for the first time and I was getting more and more excited. I could feel my heart pounding and my feelings were running away with me.  We lay together and held each other close as we kissed and I massaged her breasts gently.

She told me, "Don't worry if you go off really quickly. I've been priming your pump, so you'll likely not last long. As soon as you get good and hard, and are ready again, we can do it some more – as many times as you like – this is your day."

I asked, "What about a condom? 

She replied, "Don't worry, my tubes are tied and my period is only intermittent, so just let it rip."

It must have jogged her memory though, as she popped up and got a towel to put under her bum, saying "this will keep the sheets clean." 

Emma said, "I want to see that nice cock." She took hold of me and moved my foreskin up and down a few times. 

She said she liked seeing my cockhead pop out each time she stroked me – "always something I liked" she said, as she planted a kiss on it. That made me even firmer and then she guided me between her spread legs. 

I was so excited that I was trembling a bit, but her kisses calmed me. 

"Let me guide you into me," she told me. "And be gentle. Even with the lube I'll be tight at first, so just go in and out a bit at first, and then go in deeper a little at a time. Please don't drive in hard until I tell you I can handle you."  

She was right. She held my cock in just the right place, but it was hard to get in very far, so I just pushed the tip of my cock in and out as she had asked me. 

Emma said, "It's partly because I'm pretty tense and then I haven't had sex in a long while, so just take it easy." 

She kissed me deeply and rubbed my back with one hand as she kept my cock in position with her other hand. 

"In and out some more," she whispered, and after a few tries she pushed up a bit and I slipped in about an inch or so. 

"Okay," she said. "Pull back just a bit and try some more, I'll hold you so you don't slip out." 

After about a dozen small retreats followed by longer advances I worked my way into her until I finally felt my pubic hair mashing against her mound. She was soft and warm inside, but pretty snug. I felt her push up at me so I started stroking. 

She tensed a bit and said, "Just stay still a second or two until I get adjusted to you." 

Soon she pushed up again and I started to piston her fairly strongly. Each thrust was met by her upward shove and before I knew it I had an ejaculation that went on for five or six strong squirts.  

"Don't stop!" she gasped. "Give me some more strokes as long as you are hard enough." 

I went on for quite a few more strokes and I could feel the semen running all over. 

"Please - just stay in me a bit longer – this feels so good." 

It felt good to me too. I felt very male and very satisfied.  

"Reach over and grab some tissue," she said. "Try to mop up your semen off me." 

I rolled off her and wiped her off as best I could. The towel was a good idea as it took the brunt of the leakage.  

Emma saw me looking closely at her semen drenched pussy and said, "I figured that you would like to see me like this and I can tell that you do – you're going to be a real pussy lover, I can see it on your face." 

I told her that seeing her pussy stretched open with semen coming out, and her lips looking soft and spent, was a pretty nice experience. I dabbed away with the tissue and then rolled one up to slip inside her to get a bit more semen soaked up. A big part of my tender care was because I liked seeing her lying there, legs apart, and as I told her, "Freshly fucked."


A Trout for Emma Wightman Ch. 02



This is a continuation of "A TROUT FOR EMMA WIGHTMAN." For continuity, read the earlier story first to become familiar with the characters. 

Chapter 9 -- A Nice Italian Dinner

"You're invited for dinner at my house," Louisa told me. "Saturday was suggested."

"That's nice! What brought this on?" I inquired.

Louisa and I had been spending a lot of time together. The wedding we had attended brought us together, and the sparks were still flying. At every opportunity we were getting together, and on most occasions we had sex. It wasn't always easy for us to find a place to meet, as we both still lived at home. However, we grabbed every opportunity that came along and used it to full advantage.

"Remember, we were at my house last week? Louisa said. "We'll I think my mother figured out what we were doing. In fact, she asked me if we were getting it on."

"What did you tell her? How did she react? I asked.

"I didn't really answer her, and then she broke into tears," Louisa told me. "Dinner might be a little tense."

"Well, we may as well deal with it sooner than later. What do you think is on the agenda? I replied.

"I'm not sure," said Louisa, "but I don't think they plan on congratulating us. They're old style Italians."

"Sort of like the Italian version of hard-ass Baptists?" I countered. "I'm not really looking forward to a big confrontation, but it might be inevitable."

"Looks that way," she agreed.

Saturday came, and the meal was very nice. Home-made pasta, pesto sauce, fresh beans, barbecued salmon, salad, and white wine were in abundance. 

After Louisa's younger sister left to see her friends, I started to get a few questions along with some unsolicited comments.

Luigi, her father, wondered what I did for a living. "So you don't have a regular job, I hear?" 

"That's right. I'm self employed -- I do home maintenance and repairs, and I'm the local animal removal guy." I explained. "Sometimes I work the salmon or herring season on the seine boats as well. I don't think I'm cut out for working at the paper mill everyday like most other guys in town."

"So tell me," he asked, "why does everyone in town call you 'Swede'? Louisa tells me you aren't even Swedish?" 

"Well, my name is hard to pronounce. The first teacher I had in school started to call me 'Swede' and I guess it just stuck." 

Luigi continued, "How come I've never seen you in church?"

"I used to go to the Anglican Sunday school years ago, but about all I do now is go with a couple of friends to the Christmas Eve service at the Foursquare church." 

"You mean you aren't Catholic?" Luigi asked.

"No -- I've never set foot in a Catholic church except of one funeral." 

Maria, Louisa's mother, seemed pretty shocked. "Louisa," she asked, "how can you be seeing a boy that's not Catholic? Your grandmother would turn over in her grave."

Louisa didn't have anything to say. She looked like she might cry any minute.

Luigi concluded, "This is a big problem for us."

I figured that I'd better explain the lay of the land to him, so I replied, "It doesn't affect Louisa or me that much, in fact, not at all. We've never even discussed it."

"Well, I think you two had better talk about it," said Maria.

That seemed to be the end of the inquisition. I wasn't sure if the big problem was that I was fucking Louisa, or if the issue was my not being Catholic or Italian.

Louisa and I went for a drive up to the lake after that, but she wasn't ready to snuggle up or make out. Tears welled up, and she said, "This is a big deal to them. I don't know what they will do."

I explained how I felt. "Well, they are going to have to figure that out because I'm not about to start adapting to what they want. If we give in on this then the next thing will be something bigger, and so on and so on until they are telling us when to shine our shoes."

I didn't hear any more from Louisa's parents, but I knew that a storm was brewing.

Chapter 10 -- Louisa the Match Maker

I never had enjoyed digging. I could do it, and I was pretty good at it, but I had done enough of it. That's where Alan came in. I had a project started - installing automatic lawn sprinklers - and it began to entail a lot more digging than I had first envisioned. I looked up Alan. As usual he needed money, and he was willing to dig for me. 

Alan was a nice young guy, a good worker, and strong as an ox, but he was a bit different. He was pretty shy, and had a hard time looking you in the eye until he got to know you pretty well. Sometimes he couldn't figure things out that you would expect him to understand, but he could do a few things better than most other people. He was a natural at target shooting, but he couldn't open a combination lock. When we were in school I used to have to open his locker for him most of the time. He could track game better than most hounds, but he couldn't work the gearshift on a truck. Sometimes he walked on his tippy toes instead of normally on the soles of his feet like everyone else, but he could swim like an otter. 

Naturally, people made fun of Alan, and he would get pretty down. He always looked forward to helping me on a project, it seemed to cheer him up, and he didn't mind digging. Over the course of the day, Alan would chatter away, bouncing all his thoughts off me. When we were installing the lawn sprinkler system, he confided in me that he really hoped he could meet a girl.

"What kind of girl?" I asked.

"Well, a kind girl, one that would be nice to me, and that would like me." Alan replied.

"What got you started thinking about a girl?" I said.

"When I see a girl I like, sometimes I get all horny and I can't stop thinking about her." Alan continued, "I'd like to take her clothes off and have sex with her."

"Well, if that's what you want you'll have to be sure to look her right in the eye and talk nice to her." I explained. "Maybe you need to practice that, possibly with an older woman, so she can show you what to do with a young girl."

"An older woman -- no way!" said Alan, "I want a girl about my age."

"Well, this is just to get you ready to meet a young girl. It's like drilling a pilot hole in metal before you start in with the big drill bit."

"But I don't know any older women," said Alan. 

"Don't worry, I'll look around for a nice lady to teach you how to treat a girl right," I told him.

I'd been visiting Edna occasionally, and I thought perhaps I might talk her into educating Alan. However, she got pretty annoyed when I broached the subject with her. "If you think I'm going to screw that retard, you better readjust your thinking cap. No way."

My second idea was to talk to Alice Gee. I'd delivered a truckload of firewood to her a few months ago. She seemed to indicate that she would rather pay me for the wood in bed, but I needed some money at the time and evaded the other option. Also, I knew a guy at the gun club that said she could be had, given the right inducement. I thought she may be just right for Alan. She was sure to be experienced and I figured that she had likely been the first fuck for a lot of men.

I went to see Alice, and asked her if she needed wood again this year. She said she did, but was pretty short on cash. 

I asked her, "How about working it out another way?" 

She looked a bit surprised. She asked me why I needed her when she saw me running around town with Louisa. "Doesn't she put out?" Alice asked.

"Well, it's a long story," I explained. "My helper, Alan, desperately wants to get laid. I was hoping that you could teach him a bit about loving before we fix him up with a girl his age."

"Isn't he a bit slow?" she asked. 

"Yes and no," I told her. "He's a really nice kind kid, but he's pretty shy. He catches on to some things really well, but other things are hard for him. I honestly don't know how he'll make out in bed, but I can tell you he has a cock that would make a stud pony proud."

"Well that should attract some girls," Alice chuckled.

I added, "He may need more than one lesson. I'll get him to cut the load of wood and we'll deliver it, and I'll explain to him that you'll take care of him."

"Okay," Alice sighed. "He's not likely to go bonkers in bed, is he?"

I assured her, "Alan will be as good as gold -- just treat him nice -- his feelings hurt easily."

When I saw Louisa next I told her what I was doing. She thought it was hilarious, and she was all in favor of the next step in Alan's social education.

I asked her to think of some way to fix him up with a girl if he passed his exams at Mrs. Gee's school of etiquette. At first I was a bit worried that she would nix the idea, but Louisa seemed to take it as a personal challenge to her social skills, and she put on her thinking cap.

Alan was pretty excited when I explained the scenario to him. "How old is she?" he asked.

"Early forties, I think," was my answer. 

"My mother is that old," he said, with a shocked look on his face.

I reminded him of the old adage, "The older the bones, the better the rattle."

We headed up the logging road to cut up some tree tops that were left behind, and I reminded Alan that he owed me a day or two's work on account of me helping him cut and haul the wood for Alice Gee.

When we rolled in to deliver the firewood, I introduced Alan to Alice. She seemed relieved to see that he was pretty much of a teddy bear and not scary at all.

She told him to come by after supper for a visit. Alan was pumped all the way home. He said he was going to shave and shower right away and put on cologne.

I called Alice the next day, as I hadn't seen Alan. "How did my number one assistant make out last night?" I inquired.

Alice laughed and said, "He's got potential, and like you said he's got a cock that a stud pony would envy. He was so excited that he went off on about the third stroke. That gave me a chance to give him the guided tour and show him how to find a girls clit. Then he came back for seconds three more times -- I didn't get to sleep until midnight."

"So things went off pretty well then, I guess?" I asked.

"Hell yes," Alice told me. "Like you said he's a nice kind kid, just a bit clueless. I just couldn't handle him not looking at me when he was screwing me. He wouldn't look me in the eye at first, so I told him he had to kiss me and look right at me before I'd let him slip into me the second time -- that sure got his eyes locked onto mine. Actually, I enjoyed him, he's sweet."

Alice added, "He needs another session or two. I still have to teach him how to rub a girl's pussy gently and maybe he'll even learn how to lick nicely. You might owe me a bit more wood before he's ready to be turned loose on the female population."

"Okay, thanks -- I'll tell him to sharpen up the chain saws for the next load."

Louisa was excited to hear that Alan would likely pass his entrance exams at Mrs. Gee's school of social graces. She was zeroing in on a likely candidate. Louisa told me that a friend of hers was hot to trot, but hadn't had much luck with boys so far. She wasn't exactly "Miss Personality Plus," and she would never be competition for Marilyn Monroe. She was very shy, often tongue-tied, and boys tended to just have one date with her. Louisa thought that she would be perfect for Alan, as Hazel was not only horny but also kind natured and accepting of peoples shortcomings. On top of that, Hazel was always joking with the girls about looking for a guy with an extra big dick. Louisa thought that Alan and Hazel would be perfect for each other.

We delivered another load of firewood to Alice two days later. Alan couldn't stop looking at her. I wound up unloading most of the wood myself. Alice invited us both in for a beer, and when I was ready to leave she asked Alan if he needed a shower. I saw Alice waving good bye to me discreetly, so I took off and left Alan in her care. I was starting to think that Alice was enjoying her assignment as well as getting free wood. The next day Alan told me that she had invited him back for a third visit, and he was really looking forward to it.

Alice called me in a few days and pronounced Alan ready for action. "He's a nice kid - gentle and kind. Actually, he's better than a lot of other guys I've broken in. He still needs to work at going slower, but that will come with time. He gets an A plus for enthusiasm. Some young girl is really going to like him.

Louisa was excited when I relayed Alan's report card to her, and she set up a double date with Hazel, Alan and us. We went to the movies and then went back to Hazel's house. Her mother was a nurse, and she was at work on the night shift. Louisa and I left Alan with Hazel and headed out to the lake in my truck. By the time we left, Hazel was already sitting cuddled up next to Alan on the sofa, so we thought he would be in good hands.

Louisa was excited about the whole thing, and it wasn't long until I started channeling her excitement by playing with her nipples. Louisa slipped off her clothes. She was wet and ready. She leaned back on the seat of the truck and spread her legs for me. I used my tongue to warm up her pussy, and my finger to tease her G-spot. Soon she was moaning and twitching with each lick. Quite unexpectedly, she squirted all over my face. It was the first time that had happened, and she was quite embarrassed, but I told her I enjoyed feeling her orgasm. 

She said, "I've always wondered if I could squirt, but this is the first time it's ever happened. Thanks goodness I had my clothes off!" 

I said, "This calls for a celebration." We opened our last vodka cooler and took turns drinking it. We mopped up the seat and I nudged Louisa back down and slipped my cock into her. The orgasm had taken its toll on her. 

She just lay back, limp, and said, "Go for it."

Louisa reported to me the next day that Hazel was on cloud nine. "She really liked Alan, and said her search for a nice guy with an extra big dick was complete."

I replied, "Hazel will be walking funny for a day or two. Good for Alan, and thanks for doing your part in setting them up together."

Chapter 11 -- Things Get Serious

Emma called me from the city, a bit distressed. "The people who are renting my house just gave me notice that they will me moving out at the end of next month. Can you fix the place up and find me a new renter? I need the money, and I don't want the place sitting vacant."

Emma was already paying me to keep the place maintained whenever it needed something, and it was in pretty good shape.

I'd been talking to my father about building a shed on our place to keep all my tools and equipment, but he wasn't very enthusiastic about the idea. He thought it would make the place look too cluttered, and I pretty much had to agree with his assessment. 

Emma's place would have made a good spot for me, but the rent was a bit too steep. There were two good sheds there that would serve as a shop and for equipment storage. Also, I liked the idea of having my own place. I'd be able to spend time with Louisa in more comfortable surroundings.

I called Emma and asked her if she would knock off the maintenance cost that she had been paying me, as I'd like to rent her place for myself. She seemed amenable to that as long as I took care of the repairs myself. I told her I'd have to figure out how to get enough rent together every month so I could be sure to pay her regularly, and that I'd get back to her.

I talked to Louisa about my plan. She was pretty smart and had as lot of common sense about how to make ends meet. 

In a couple of days she came back with an idea. "Every time there's a dog, a deer or some other animal killed on the road, the county has to send a guy out to remove it. A gal I work with at the hardware store says her husband has to locate one of his crew to do the job, and it costs at least four hours overtime. Maybe you could get that contract."

It sounded like a good idea to me, so I contacted the works department and spoke to the boss. He loved the idea, so I quoted him a price somewhat below what it was costing him. He agreed, but warned me that at some times of the year I could be pretty busy. 

I installed a winch on my truck so I could haul in a big deer carcass on my own more easily. Louisa took care of setting me up with invoices from the print shop, and then registered me as a small business with a tax number.

"Holy cow, Louisa, I had no idea I'd be this busy," I told her after the first two weeks. I'd had several calls, and had run around all over the county picking up dead deer. "At this rate I can easily afford to rent Emma's place -- the county pays better than anything else I do."

Not long afterwards, Louisa suggested I talk to the school board about removing animals from the school yards. Once again she was right. In this case, it was usually live animals, mostly raccoons or skunks, and that was right up my alley. I could charge a bit more, and the school board seemed pretty happy to have their problem solved. They were big on safety for the kids and their caretakers always complained that animals were not part of their job.

Louisa said, "It's a lot easier to get paid when you are billing the government."

I called Emma and arranged to rent her place. She was relieved and I was happy to get my own spot to live and work from. Also, I hadn't overlooked the advantage of having a place available to meet Louisa at any time of the day or night.

I told Louisa, "I'm looking forward to month end when I can move in." 

"So am I," she said, and gave me a cute little smile. "It'll be nice to have some privacy. That truck seat isn't the best place for romance."

Soon after I moved in, Louisa and I were getting it on pretty regularly. It occurred to me that this was the same place where I had my first experience with Emma, and then with Laura not long after that. Louisa and I were really getting in synch sexually. I knew what she liked, she knew what turned my crank, and we had a good thing going. I got to know her moods, and she could read me like a book.

Pretty soon, Louisa was helping me out quite a bit by taking phone calls when I was out on the road, and she spent more and more time at my place. Louisa loved to cook, and my diet improved substantially on the days that she was with me. Occasionally, when she wasn't working at the hardware store or the library, Louisa would travel with me, and we soon got to be a regular sight around the county. Louisa kept track of our revenues and expenses. She knew a bit about bookkeeping and could figure out how much money we made every month. 

None of this went unnoticed by Louisa's parents. I knew that one day there would be some kind of explosion. 

I thought back to the way Emma had kept her little flock of geese, and how they were her early warning system. I was pretty much soured on geese, especially they way they dirtied the yard, but I sure liked the way they used to set up a racket when anyone arrived. They never missed anything and they were always alert. It occurred to me that if Louisa's parents were to show up when we were in bed, it might not be the best scenario. A little warning would be a good thing. 

I talked to a couple of old-timers I knew, trying to find out what I could do for a warning system. One of them told me, "Nothing better than guinea fowl. They are as alert as geese and make an awful racket when they see movement, but they roost in the trees or on the roof, so the coyotes can't get them. They won't squawk at night. The only danger to them is a big owl who will take one occasionally. At night you need a good dog." 

Louisa was away ahead of me on resolving our concerns. She came home from the hardware store one day with a battery powered sensor and alarm for the driveway. We installed it right away. Louisa was alone at my place quite often, and she felt safer with the alarm. Also, we got a pretty snarly red-bone hound called Buck from a coon hunter friend of mine. I was hoping to find some guinea fowl, but they weren't very common. I determined to get a few once I could find some.




A Trout for Emma Wightman Ch. 02



I commented to Louisa one day, "Seems odd to me that we need warning systems just because of your parents."

"Better than one of them walking in when we're bare naked in bed and you're making me moan," replied Louisa. 

"I guess you are right," I agreed.

Two weeks later I arrived home to hear Buck barking, snarling and prancing around. Luigi and Maria were sitting in their car, afraid to get out. Louisa was peeking out the little window in our door, looking scared.

I tied up Buck and walked over to Luigi's car. "Your daughter looks pretty scared of you. Any idea why?"

"She knows she's in trouble. We just came to tell her that she has one chance to get home and stay home. We don't want her around you."

I told them, "She's safe here. I don't think she's safe at home with you -- you look like the kind of guy who would beat up a girl."

"You little smart-ass," Luigi snarled, "You're the cause of all this -- she was a nice girl until you got hold of her."

I said, "Let's ask Louisa to come out here and she can decide what she's going to do."

Louisa came out into the yard and Luigi started to scream at her. "Get in the car this instant. You're leaving right now."

"No, I'm not," said Louisa. "You look like you are ready to hit me."

"Get in," he repeated. "Get in!"

Buck started to bark again and I looked down the laneway. The RCMP car rolled in with its lights flashing. 

"We had a report of someone being threatened at this location," said the officer.

"This young lady's father is insisting she get in the car, and she's afraid she'll get hurt," I explained. 

The officer stepped over to Louisa and asked her, "Are you the lady that called us in?"

"Yes," Louisa answered. I don't know what my father will do. He has an awful temper. I'm scared to go home with him. I was alone here until Swede drove in. If the hound hadn't been here to protect me I don't know what would have happened. I just locked the door and stayed inside and called your number."

The RCMP officer stepped over to Luigi and asked him for his driver's license, then wrote down his information. "I'll be filing a request for a temporary restraining order against you. If you touch her or even yell at her you will be going to jail. Understand?"

"Okay, but it's all Swede's fault. He's turned her against us."

"Just get out of here," said the officer, "and stay calm."

"I'll need your identification young lady. I need your name for the restraining order. And try not to cause any incidents with your father."

Louisa was bawling pretty badly by then. The officer explained to her that if she needed help to get her things out of the house she should call him first, and he would attend. 

"Thanks," she told the officer. "But I think if I go home for my belongings when Dad's at work I'll be Okay. I'll stay here tonight."

Suddenly, we were living together.

Chapter 12 -- A Trip to Italy

The next day we drove over to Louisa's parents place to pick up her belongings. She was crying and her mother was crying even louder. At least they were hugging each other instead of fighting. I just kept my mouth shut and helped carry her things. As we were about to leave, Louisa called to her little terrier dog, and he jumped in the truck with us. I wasn't too sure just how Bozo would make out with Buck, but I didn't mention it to Louisa. On the positive side, I figured that one more pair of eyes and ears might be a good thing. The little terrier would sure set up a racket when anyone arrived.

Louisa went to the post office and changed her address. My box at the post office had Louisa's name added. Kay, the gal that made the changes for me in the post office, gave me a funny little smile and said, "Alan told me that there were some changes at your place." 

Kay was Alan's older sister. I always figured that Kay had got the smarts that Alan had missed out on. She was a bright as a new penny, and had always excelled at school. Kay sometimes helped Alan and I paint when we had a big job to do. She needed the extra cash as she was saving up to go to university.

For a few weeks, Louisa was pretty depressed about the rift between her and her father. She would visit her mother from time to time, and they seemed to be getting along fairly well. Maria also came over to our place occasionally and we were pleasant with each other. Every time Maria was expected, Louisa went on a cleaning spree before she arrived. As Louisa was normally a bit messy, I came to welcome Maria's visits.

Bozo and Buck finally made peace, and in fact became pretty good buddies.

I could tell that Louisa was pulling out of the funk she had been experiencing when she started to get horny again. When I arrived home, she would sometimes greet me wearing just a loose dress and a certain smile that I came to recognize. On those occasions, Louisa didn't need any warming up. When I put my hand on her breasts, her nipples were already hard. I'd slip her dress off over her head and her pussy would be dripping wet. By the time I got my clothes off she would be bent over the kitchen table or the end of the couch with her legs apart, looking at me over her shoulder. She liked me to take her doggy style like that, and her orgasms erupted readily, often accompanied by a bit of a squirt. From there we would head for our bed and get started again. Life was good.

With Louisa's wages and my earnings combined we were no longer living hand to mouth. We had enough to get a better truck. I was putting on a lot of miles for the county, in addition to my regular jobs. Louisa bought a used motor scooter to get back and forth to her jobs when I was away in the truck. She had always wanted one. I told her it was her Italian blood showing.

After a visit from Maria, Louisa was pensive when I arrived home one day. 

"What's up," I asked. "Argument with Momma?"

"No, not exactly. She said I was just infatuated with you, and that if we really loved each other we would want to marry." 

"So what did you tell her?" I asked. 

"I never answered her. I didn't want to give her any bullets to shoot back at me. Anyway, she said if I took a couple of months away from our relationship I'd realize that I'd made a mistake."

"I've been trying to be nice to her!" I said. "And all the time she's been waiting for an opportunity to stab me in the back." 

"That's not all," said Louisa. "She wants me to go back to Italy with her and my sister this summer for two months, and she's going to pay for all of us."

I surmised, "So that's the bait to get you away from me for a couple of months."

"I think so," Louisa said. "She said my Dad won't be going. I guess she knew that would be a roadblock."

"So what do you want to do?" I asked.

"Well, I'd really like to see my grandparents and all our relatives again. But, on the other hand I don't want to look like I'm caving in to her or being disloyal to you. Anyway, she's off her rocker if she thinks two months in Italy will make me want to walk away from you."

I asked, "What if your Dad shows up in Italy part way through the holiday?"

"I asked her that question and she swears that's not part of the plan," Louisa replied.

"Well, you better decide. I don't want to come between you and your family. One thing I'd suggest though - that you have enough money with you to get home on your own if things go sour."

When I saw Maria next, I said, "It's sure nice of you to offer to take Louisa on a holiday to the old country."

She gave me a smug little smile and said, "Well, we have to keep in touch with the relatives. Family is important to us."

Louisa decided to go with her mother. "I feel bad leaving you alone for the summer, but I suppose I should go with her. I don't want to have a rift between Mom & me like I have with Dad."

Louisa obtained her passport, took a wad of cash with her, and some travelers checks. I drove all three of them to the airport. Maria looked on with disgust as Louisa gave me the big wet good-bye kiss, and her little sister giggled.

Chapter 13 -- Painting in Summer is Hot Work

Since I had taken on the contracts with the county and the school board, I couldn't go away seine fishing for the salmon season. I figured I'd better get busy and make extra money some other way, as I usually depended on my share of the salmon catch to give me a nice cash cushion going into the fall.

I had a lot of people asking me to paint the inside of houses in the summer, as they could keep the windows open. Generally, I would say I was too busy. This summer I figured I'd better take on some projects and hire some help to get the jobs done. Painting was a bit like digging to me. I could do a good job of it, but I really didn't like it. On top of that, I suspected that it wasn't the best thing for my breathing, as I usually wheezed a lot when I did much painting.

Alan was my main helper for painting. He wasn't fast but he did a good job and was pretty careful. His older sister, Kay, had also painted for me a little in the past, and she was pretty reliable. She agreed to help out whenever she wasn't at her post office job. I got a couple of jobs started with them, and split my time between the two locations. Having them helping allowed me to take care of the county contract whenever I got a call, and over the summer the school business slowed right down.

One morning I brought some more paint to Kay, as she was running low. As I wasn't doing much else that day, I got out another paint roller and started on the other side of the room. We still had nearly every room in the house to do. The owners had gone on vacation and I wanted to be sure we were done before they came back.

"Nice to have some company," said Kay. "I have to admit this is boring work, and we still have most of the other rooms to finish."

"I agree," I told her. "It's close to lunch time -- did you bring your lunch? I have a couple of cold beers in the cooler if you want something to drink."

"Sounds good," Kay replied. "I brought a sandwich, and a cold brew would go nicely with it."

"Good," I said, I'll go get them, and I have a sandwich in the truck as well."

We sat at the kitchen table to eat. When she was done, Kay said, "That was pretty slick of you - setting up Alan with Hazel. They seem to be getting along pretty well. They suit each other."

"Well, you can thank Louisa for the idea," I answered. 

"And getting Alan educated first -- that was a stroke of genius," she added.

"Educated?" I asked, playing dumb.

"No need to pretend you don't know what I'm talking about -- I wormed it all out of Alan. He can't keep a secret from me for more than a week," Kay told me. "It's pretty funny, my helpless little brother getting a girlfriend before I get a boyfriend."

"I thought that you had likely gone through a few boyfriends by now," I said.

"That's a laugh," said Kay. "I don't get a lot of attention. First, they think I'm a bookworm and too smart. Then, they look at my headlights and just see nubs. I had one boy say he was walking behind me and thought I was a guy -- I sure wasn't blessed with hips or a nice tush. Anyway, they aren't lining up for dates."

I replied, "Better lean and athletic than tubby. Anyway, I think a slim girl looks way better than the rest."

"Yes," she said. Slim, with nice curves, is a blessing, but I'm missing the curves."

"Don't sell yourself short Kay. You look good to me. And, I like seeing those nipples of yours poking into your t-shirt -- I sneak a peek every now and then.

"Kay said, "My tits are so small that I don't even need a bra. When it's a hot day like this I don't bother with it. Nobody notices."

I answered, "Well, I noticed. I like seeing those nipples poking against your shirt! And you really aren't wearing a bra?"

Kay just laughed and pulled up her t-shirt. "See -- tiny titties, and no bra. Who in the world would even want to feel me up? And then my baby brother starts getting laid every weekend just to add to my misery. I'm jealous." With that, she pulled her t-shirt down again.

"Talking about feeling you up, I'd love to feel those nipples. They look nice enough to kiss, too. How about letting me see them again?"

"Really?" she said, then paused a minute, and slowly raised the bottom of her t-shirt again. 

"You're going to need a magnifying glass to see them!" she chuckled. "This is crazy. How in the world did I get to be sitting here half naked? I've never done this before."

"Take it right off," I asked her. "You look good."

Kay took a deep breath and pulled it off over her head. Before she could put it back on I leaned across the corner of the table and kissed the nipple closest to me. Not just a little kiss, I latched on and sucked as well.

Kay gasped, "That feels so good."

I got up and stood behind her, rubbed both her little breasts, tweaked her nipples, and then I leaned forward and kissed the one I had missed earlier.

Kay stood up, and we embraced and kissed. "First real kiss," she said. "I should have been showing these nipples off sooner!"

She kissed me ferociously, and I kissed her back, then bent down and kissed her nipples a few more times.

I really wanted to rub her pussy, but I thought it might scare her, so I kept kissing her, alternating between her lips and on her tits. Kay got more and more excited. Her nipples were standing out, hard and proud. Every time I sucked one of them I could feel her breathing speed up and her hips press against me. She kissed me back more and more intensely.

"Let's put the paint away and go back to my place," I suggested. Kay put her t-shirt back on and I hustled to close the cans up, tossed the rollers in the tub of water, and headed home with her.

Once inside, we continued to maul each other. I kissed her lips and her nipples repeatedly, and as I felt her getting more and more excited I started to rub her bum, and then slid my hand around to the front of her pants and gently caressed her womanhood.

Kay was soon buzzing with excitement. She loosened her pants and I helped her off with them, then I sat down on the sofa and pulled her onto my lap facing me, and kissed her. My mind flashed back to Emma sitting like that in the same room, but my attention quickly came back to Kay. 

"I don't want to get pregnant," she said.

"No worries," I replied, "I have condoms." 

"I've never done this before," Kay whispered. "I'm a little scared, and I know it might hurt at first."

"Don't worry, we'll take it slow," I assured her. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

I pulled her panties aside and rubbed her pussy gently. Kay trembled with excitement and anticipation, and then slipped off her panties.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time," she said, "and now it's finally happening."

I went from rubbing her entire pussy to rubbing her clit, and Kay positively vibrated with excitement.

"Take your clothes off too," she asked, "I want to see you and play with you.

I undressed and we got onto the bed. It occurred to me just for a second or two that this was also Louisa's bed, but my cock quickly made my brain dismiss that concept.

Kay wanted to explore my cock and balls. She was fascinated with how my manhood became erect and hard. She worked my foreskin up and down a few times, and played with my balls.

"Gentle," I said, "handle that pair with care, don't squeeze too hard."

"Let me see your pussy," I asked.

Kay obligingly opened her legs, and I spread her lips apart.

"My goodness, I love what I see," I told her, and caressed her goodies.

Kay beamed. I knew she felt good that I was enjoying her body and appreciating her womanly charms.

I kissed her nipples again, and then slowly kissed my way down across her stomach toward her pussy. 

I glanced at her, in case I was scaring her. She said, "Kiss me there, I want to feel what it's like."

Getting between her knees, I licked all around her pussy, ending up at her clit. As I teased it with my tongue and sucked on it, Kay was gradually building to an orgasm. It hit her quickly and she shuddered and tensed as the waves washed over her. Unintelligible noises and groans came out of her mouth, and I felt good for her.

She pulled me up to her face so she could kiss me, and opened her legs wide for me. She was ready. I quickly rolled on a condom.

"Help guide me in," I asked her. Her hand found my cock and placed the tip in her entrance.

I could feel her tensing up, so I just kissed her slowly and gently, working my way into her pussy just a little.

"I'm ready," Kay whispered, "try now."

I made a few gentle thrusts to get in a little more, then quickly and forcefully pushed inside her. 

Kay gave a little yelp, and said, "Hold it for a minute, it hurts. I knew it would. Wait for me."

After a little while, she began to push up at me, and I knew we were over the hard part. I began to stroke in and out, and Kay responded, picking up my rhythm as she began to enjoy being a woman.

"It's coming again," Kay exclaimed. "Go faster, I need you."

Her orgasm shook her, and I kept on pumping all through it. Her hips rose up and nearly lifted me up as she had spasm after spasm. Finally I came with a strong climax, and I could feel Kay enjoying it as much as I did.

"Feels good to feel you come," she said, "and your cock did marvelous things for me."

I replied, "I enjoyed feeling you come as well. I love doing that for you."

As we lay in the afterglow of our union, I said to Kay, "See what showing me those nice nipples led to? I'm sure glad you pulled that t-shirt up for me."

She told me, "I had to crank up my courage to do it. I have to admit that I've had the hots for you for a while. That's why I didn't wear a bra today -- I was hoping you might notice my nipples. This morning I was day-dreaming and the idea of lifting my shirt ran through my mind briefly. Then when you said you had noticed my nipples, I just did it. If I'd stopped to think very long I would likely have chickened out. I was relieved that you didn't laugh at me."

"So did you notice that when we were making love, tit size didn't play a part? But, those nice sensitive nipples of yours sure came alive and did their part to get you cranked up when I kissed them." 

I leaned over and kissed her nipples again. Kay smiled.

I'm a bit sore, and there's blood on the bed-sheet. We better throw it in the washing machine," she said. "I need a shower too."

After that day, I picked up Alan and Kay, as usual, in the mornings. I would drop Alan off at his job site, and then Kay and I would go to my house for a little enjoyment. Kay was relishing her newfound sexuality. She wanted to try every position she had ever heard of, and I was happy to oblige. I was learning what all her hot buttons were, and enjoyed giving her orgasms.

One morning, she said, "I've never sucked your cock yet. I've wondered what it would be like, but I've been a bit scared to try. I might be ready to try today, but don't be disappointed if I can't go through with it."

I quickly washed off, and when I got back in bed Kay gave my shaft a few tentative kisses. Next she took the tip in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around it. 

"That's fun," said Kay. "I can feel you throbbing, it's nice. Just don't go off in my mouth, for goodness sake."

"Try laying the other way on top of me," I said, "and I can lick you at the same time."

I not only licked her clit, but also massaged her G-spot with my finger. That brought Kay to a climax quickly.

"Nice," she said. "I'm going to be asking for that again soon."

I missed Kay on the days that she was working at the post office, but at least I got more painting done on those days.

I missed her even more when she packed up to go off to university.

Just before she left, she said, "Thanks Swede. You've been great for me. At one time I thought perhaps I'd wind up being a virgin old maid, but you changed all that for me."




A Trout for Emma Wightman Ch. 02



I felt good. Guilty, but good.

Chapter 14 -- Cabin Time

Edna called up to talk about renovating her cabin on the lake. The family had hardly used it since Edna's husband passed away suddenly when they were there on a weekend excursion.

Edna said, "It's been almost three of years now since that awful day. We really ought to get the place fixed up and start using it again. After all, we're paying taxes on it. The baby is already two, and running around. It would be nice for Sara and him and the little one to spend a bit of time at Grandpa's cabin."

I agreed to look at the place with her, so we could see what needed to be done. 

Edna told me, "For sure it needs a new jet pump and goodness knows what else in the way of plumbing. The whole place needs painting throughout as well. I think I can do the cleanup and painting, but I'll need you for the plumbing."

I replied, "Let's head up there and take a look. It's a nice day today and I have time."

Edna agreed and that afternoon we drove up to the cabin. On the way Edna quizzed me about Louisa.

"I see your little Italian sweetie is away on holidays. I almost expected you to come sniffing around again, or have you found an interim girl?

"Well, I've thought about coming to visit you pretty often, Edna. I miss the fun we used to have, and lately I've had the urge to see if you would welcome me back."

I thought I'd better not mention that Kay had kept me busy for a good part of the summer. We had kept it pretty low profile, and Edna didn't seem to know that I'd been involved with her.

I thought I saw a bit of a smile on Edna's face, so I reached across the seat and took her hand. She didn't seem to object. We rode along that way for quite a while until we arrived at the cottage. When we got out at the cabin, I stood behind Edna and put my arms around her, taking a breast in each hand and kissing her neck.

"That's enough of that, Swede," she said. "Let's get the pump and the plumbing figured out."

It looked like a straight forward pump replacement and a bit of new plastic pipe here and there.

I told Edna, "It's only about a day's work to replace it and get it running. However, I see that the boat dock is in pretty bad shape. If you need that replaced it will be two or three more days."

"Didn't figure on the dock," she replied, "but I guess it has to be done to be safe for the little kids. And I expect the painting and cleaning up will take me a week as well."

Edna had packed a little picnic for us, and even had a bottle of wine in the basket. We sat on a blanket and ate, and enjoyed the wine.

I moved over closer to Edna, put my arm around her, and gave her a little kiss. 

Edna lay back on the blanket and said, "I've missed you, Swede. You know you are welcome anytime, and you've only been over to see me two or three times since spring."

"I've thought about you a lot," I replied. It's been hard to get to visit you with Louisa being at my place."

Edna said, "I understand about Louisa. But I was a bit pissed off that you thought I'd drop my drawers for that Alan kid. You're the only man I've got together with since my husband died. And if it hadn't been for you taking care of Sara, that wouldn't even have happened." 

"Sorry," I said. "I wasn't thinking straight, I just got caught up in helping Alan get his first chance to be with a woman. He was helpless to make it happen on his own. I should never have asked you."

"So what happened with him? Did he ever find a girl?" Edna inquired.

"Yes, he's getting it on with that girl called Hazel, she's a friend of Louisa's."

"I heard from a friend of mine who lives next door to Alice Gee that he was back and forth to see Alice a few evenings. Did you arrange that for him?" Edna asked.

"Guilty as charged, Edna," I replied.

"I used to go to school with her mother," said Edna. "Alice started fucking her way through life at an early age. Whenever Alice wanted something, she'd do whatever was needed to get it. Graduated high school by banging the math teacher, since she never could do algebra. That was long time ago. She drove her mother nuts."

"You'll have to fill me in on more of the history here," I said. "Tell me more about what you did when you were young."

"Well, for starters, there was no birth control pill then -- that slowed things down considerably. Also, everybody had party-line telephones. People would listen in on your conversations, so you couldn't really communicate with a boy that easily. Hardly anyone had a car, especially young people -- that made it hard to hook up. You don't know how lucky you are living in today's world."

"Well I feel pretty lucky, alright," I replied.

"And why do you say that?" Edna asked.

"Because I think I'm going to get your clothes off and fuck you right here on this picnic blanket in a few minutes!" I said with a grin.

"That's why I brought the blanket -- I didn't want to get grass all over my back, and the lube is in my pocket." Edna chuckled, and unbuttoned her blouse.

It was a nice experience to play with Edna out in the open, in the sunlight. Her cabin was quite secluded so we weren't worried about being intruded upon. I couldn't resist opening her pussy as the bright sunshine played on it, and I kissed her clit. As soon as Edna was ready, I rubbed on a bit of lube, climbed on, and fucked her hard and fast. I hadn't had sex for a couple of weeks, and I needed her badly. 

"Well, aren't you just the energizer bunny!" Edna exclaimed. "That was nice -- I liked feeling you going flat out." 

"Just give me a few minutes to recover and I'll be on top of you again," I told her.

"Good," said Edna. "I've missed you and I need you."

Edna and I worked away at her cabin for several days until the repairs were completed. I also worked away at satisfying her every day in addition to doing repairs. She seemed to really need sex, and said that she wasn't sure why, but the urge was extra strong.

Once Edna got the inside of the cottage cleaned up, we were able to use the bed again. I surprised her one day by bringing some pieces of braided nylon rope with me. I knew how much Edna liked being spread-eagled and restrained.

Edna smiled and said, "This time you're going to have to capture me and subdue me to tie me up, and it won't be easy."

I went to grab her, and she squealed and pulled away. I chased her around the cabin, and finally pinned her to the floor where I tried undressing her. I got her blouse and her shoes off, but as I pulled her jeans off she got loose, and ran away again. I chased her all over, dodging around the table and chairs, and was finally able to grab her again. I straddled her on the floor, holding her down, and pulled off her bra and panties. As I got up to drag her to the bed, she broke loose, and I chased her around the table again. I liked seeing her tits bounce as she dodged and ran. Her little bare ass looked cute. Finally, I caught her and put her on the bed. Suddenly she relaxed and let me tie her ankles and wrists to the bedstead.

"You got me," she said. "I'll be good now."

Her voice was higher than usual. She always sounded different when she was tied up.

"Well then, lift you bum up so I can put this big pillow under it," I told her.

"Since you've been a naughty girl I think I'm going to have to teach you a lesson!" I told her.

I went to the freezer compartment of the refrigerator and got the ice-cube tray. I took an ice cube and rubbed it all over her pussy, then pushed it inside her opening. Edna was groaning and shouting.

"I'll be good, I'll be good!" she wailed in her high pitched voice.

"Promise?" I demanded.

"Yes, yes, just don't freeze me again."

"Now you're going to have to suck my cock, and think about how you have to be a good girl," I told her.

"Okay, Okay, just don't freeze me again." Edna whimpered.

I straddled her and pushed my cock into her open mouth. Edna sucked and swirled her tongue around my manhood, working feverishly.

"Good sucking Edna. Now, I'll have to stretch your pussy to make sure you know that you always have to be a good girl."

I spread her lips apart and stretched them, then took a short necked beer bottle, lubed it, and pushed it into her cunt. 

As the wider part began to stretch her, Edna squealed, "I'll be good, I'll be good."

I pushed it in a little more and Edna yelped, "Stop -- stop -- it's too big."

"So has the naughty girl learned her lesson?" I asked.

"Yes, Yes," I've learned my lesson," whimpered Edna.

"Okay then. You deserve a reward," I said, and began to lick and suck her clit. "It's cold," I said, "Like ice. I better warm it up."

Once Edna was on a roll from the licking, I climbed on and repeatedly entered her pussy just an inch or two and withdrew again. I liked the feeling of the initial entry, and opening her over and over felt really good. 

Finally, Edna begged me, "Go all the way in. Don't tease me like that. Pound me hard and fast, give it to me."

I was close to a climax from all the playing, and I came quickly with a strong orgasm, squirting a big load of semen deep into Edna. That quickly brought her to a climax, and after a few more strokes I could tell that she was spent.

"Edna asked, "Please untie me now." 

"I will, if you promise to ride me like a cowgirl in a little while," I answered.

"Okay, Okay, I will," she said. "Just let me recover first."

Now, Edna sounded somehow different than when she was tied up.

Before we left for the day, Edna said, "Time for the cowgirl to ride you."

This time it took a while for me to climax. Edna was huffing and puffing as she bounced up and down. Soon her legs were tired, so I rolled over on top of her to finish. It took me quite a while to squirt my liquid present into Edna, and then I felt totally used up. 

Edna said, "It feels good to be completely fucked out. I'm whipped, but it feels great. Thanks for thinking to bring the ropes, Swede, I need that now and again. I feel so relaxed."

We drove back to town. On the way I wondered if Sara or Laura could even imagine their sixty year old mother being screwed on the lawn, chased around the house naked, tied up and spread-eagled, playing cowgirl, and getting fucked to exhaustion. 

Chapter 15 -- Higher Education

"Swede, we have to talk," said Louisa on the telephone. "I'll be home tomorrow."

I knew from her tone that something was up, and bad news was imminent. 

Her mother dropped her off the next day, and I noticed a smirk on Maria's face as she turned the car around and left.

Louisa gave me a big hug and a kiss.

"My mother has put me in a bad spot," she said. "She's convinced my grandmother to write me out of the will if I stay with you. Grandma is 92 and in poor health. She has a vineyard in Tuscany that's worth a ton of money, and I'm in the will for twenty-five percent of the estate. Mom had a priest come in and convince Grandma that I need to be pressured to keep me on the straight and narrow. On top of that, they are going to get me excommunicated for living with you."

"Nice folks," I said. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure. I'm just so damn mad at her and Dad. She also convinced Grandma to support sending me to college -- just to keep me away from you."

"I guess you better decide," I replied. "I don't want to lose you but I won't stand in your way, whatever your decision."

"I just don't know what to do. Either way I lose something," she said, and then the tears started.

"How do you feel about being excommunicated? I asked. 

"I guess I can handle that," Louisa said, "But I don't know if I can take being cut off from my family and all my relatives. Mom will make sure that happens too. It just hurts so much."

I replied, "I'll always be here for you. If you want to take the inheritance and go to college, I wouldn't hold you back. It's up to you. We can always wait until this is all over and get together again when things work out for you."

"Let me sleep on it," Louisa said. 

The next day, Louisa said to me, "I think I'd better knuckle under and go to college. I don't think I could ever afford to go otherwise, and a degree would be a good thing for me. Who knows how long Grandma will live, but when she goes there's at least a million to be divided up amongst us." 

We loaded up her things in the truck, and Louisa drove home with Bozo sitting on the seat next to her. She was in tears. Later that day she returned with the truck and rode her motor scooter home.

A week later I saw Luigi coming out of the bank. He gave me a dirty look and said, "You sure messed up our family."

"It's a long road without a turn in it," I told him. One day you might just figure out that you don't really own your daughter.



A Trout for Emma Wightman



Emma got up to make more coffee, naked as the day she was born. 

We sat together on the couch and she said, "I'm enjoying you looking at me with desire written all over your face - you make me feel good - it's like I'm ten years younger." 

My eyes followed her all over as she bustled about getting the coffee. She gave a little chuckle and bent over at the waist, smiling at me from between her legs, tits hanging down. 

"Nice," I said. "Really nice."

After we had our drinks, I was getting hard again. Emma was helping out with her hand. Soon she climbed up on my lap again, facing me with her arms around my neck, but this time she lowered herself onto my cock. 

"This is what I was thinking about when I sat on your lap earlier, but you had your clothes on then," she said. 

We couldn't get much action going sitting on the couch, but I was able to rhythmically give her very short strokes. Combined with deep kisses, my desire was rising. On top of that, her nipples were right where I could play with them and I could see her tits bounce. Also, I could see the base of my cock with her pussy lips stretched around it.  

It was a nice way to get started again and Emma said "I like slow and easy, so this is heaven."  

After quite a while, I had to have more. 

I said, "Let's try the bed." 

Emma got off my lap and lay on her back on the bed, putting another towel under her bum.  She invited me on top of her, and helped me to get positioned at her opening. 

"This time it's a lot easier," she said as I slipped in deeply with just a few in and out strokes. 

I lasted a fair bit longer this time, and came again with a crashing orgasm. This time I knew she wanted me to stay in, and I was still pretty hard, so I kept pumping. Emma was really excited again, moaning, wiggling, kissing, and locking me in with her legs. 

"Oooohhh, she cried out," and I felt her shudder a couple of times, then go almost limp.  

I was onto the tissue drill by now, and caught most of the semen as it seeped out of her. There was something really satisfying about seeing her – legs wide open – her pussy spread enough for me to see inside her a little.  Emma looked totally satisfied and let me enjoy exploring her as much as I wanted. 

"You sure like to have a look, don't you?" she asked. "I thought you might want to from the way your eyes ate me up the last few months." 

I told her how nice she was for letting me explore all her nooks and crannies. 

"It's a good thing," she said. "Now I know exactly what's going to turn you on and get you hard – all I have to do is show you some skin."

We had a shower together after she recovered her energy. 

"First time in years I've had a man in the shower – my husband wasn't too keen on it, so it sure feels nice."  

After a little while she said, "I think I can handle one more fuck, but I'm likely going to be a bit sore tonight. I want you to have all you want this first day – are you up for it?" 

I assured her I was. 

She said, "Let's try doggy style this time."  

I knew what she meant but of course it was new to me. 

Emma lay on the bed and said "First, do you think you can kiss me and suck on me again - I liked it so much when we first started today?" 

I just reached for the pillow to put under her bum and she said, "Looks like that's a yes - and you don't even have to wonder if you can explore a bit first, I'm all set for my gyno exam Doc!" 

I stretched her lips a bit and nibbled her clit a little. When I played with her vagina I found it would spread open more easily than earlier, so I tried to look inside her. Emma reached around and opened herself even further for me and said, "Welcome in, my friendly cave explorer!" 

I was enjoying her complete willingness to satisfy me, and it made me want to do whatever I could to satisfy her. 

After exploring her love tunnel, I got a bit closer, blew on her clit a few times, and asked "So does my fair lady want a bit of a lick today?" 

She just laughed and said, "Get your tongue on there, and make it fast, explorer-boy!"  

I didn't waste any time and soon had her bucking and wiggling again as she reached her climax. Once she settled a bit, she got up on her hands and knees at the side of the bed and asked me to put a bit more lube inside her and to stand behind her to enter her. She looked pretty good with her rear in the air, her pussy wide open, and her legs spread far apart. I could see her love button standing out at the top of her lips that were nicely parted. 

Emma said. "Easy now." So, I worked my way in inch by inch – but deeper this time it seemed.  

The last little bit seemed extra tight, and I felt her flinch a bit, so I gently went in and out until I was all the way into her. 

She said, "It feels like you are bumping me right there – you are in nice and deep." 

Once she was able to adjust to my cock's width I could feel her start to push back against my gentle strokes so I began to go faster and a bit harder.  Soon we were both on the way to another satisfying orgasm. I kept stroking after my own climax, and soon Emma started to quiver and jump as hers hit. I pulled out and my semen started to drip from her so I held a wad of tissue over her opening to prevent a mess on the bed.  She rolled onto her back and held her legs in the air, asking me to wipe her thighs off as well. 

I had another look into her and she said, "My goodness, you sure do enjoy this don't you?" 

I said, "I really liked it, but after all this was my first day on the job and I was curious." 

Emma wanted me to hold her for a while longer, and we kissed over and over. 

She said, "I'll need a day or two off to recover, because I know I'll be sore, but I hope you want to come back for more." 

I told her I would make love to her anytime, and I hoped she would be willing to plan her summer around me.  

Emma told me, "You did well. Thanks for being gentle with me. I loved it, and I hope this old girl gave you a good start on your first day." 

I kissed her again. I was surprised to hear her say, "Don't you dare jerk off before I see you again – I want you primed and ready again next time!"

"There's a lot more for you to learn," were Emma's last words as I left her house. 

Later that day I lifted the traps, as they were empty, but in the evening I was able to call in one more of the coyotes with my predator call and shoot it. Emma came out to my truck when I threw the coyote in, and I told her I'd keep trying to call the coyotes, but chances were they would be pretty cautious for a couple of weeks. I gave her a quick kiss and told her to let me know when I could come back. 

She smiled a little and simply said, "Okay - I'll call you."

Chapter 2 - Exploration 

The phone rang early in the morning a couple of days later. Emma asked if I could come down as she needed a bit of help extending her goose pen. I didn't waste any time getting to her place and we worked together pounding in steel stakes and then attaching chicken wire to them. 

Emma said, "I want those geese to get out in the run and move around. The poor things have been cooped up ever since the coyote did his dirty work." 

Emma was wearing a work shirt and jeans. A couple of times when we were putting in the stakes I caught a glimpse of her bare breasts under her shirt. I said, "Hey – nice tits, Emma." 

She replied "I dressed with you in mind this morning!" 

I knew this was going to be another good day for me.

We went inside after we finished making the new run for the geese and turned them out into it. 

Emma wasted no time and said, "Let's get in the shower, we're all sweaty." Then she slipped out of her clothes. 

I quickly undressed as well, and began to enjoy the sight of her adjusting the shower, waiting for the hot water to arrive. Once in the shower, every time I turned or moved, my erection bumped her. She bent over to wash her legs and I tried to get into her pussy from behind but she covered herself with her hand. 

"Just be patient," she said "I can't rush or I get tense. Anyway, we'll run out of hot water before long." 

We got out of the shower and she handed me a towel. I gently dried her off, then she dried me off. In the process, I felt her hand grip my hard-on and play with it a bit as she stood on her tip toes and kissed me.  She found the lube tube and got me to put a bit on her, both outside and inside. 

"It's getting to be a duty I enjoy," I told her. 

"I know," she said, "that's why I get you to do it – I love seeing the look on your face as you take care of me." 

Once we were in bed she told me, "I've been day-dreaming about you a lot and I keep thinking about getting on top of you. Lie back and get ready to see an old lady run herself out of breath." 

With that she straddled me and leaned forward to kiss me while I played with her nipples. Soon she sat up, and raised herself up so my cock was at her entrance. Gradually she lowered herself onto me, a bit at a time, moving up and down as she stretched herself around me. She was snug but it was a lot easier than the first time I entered her. Soon I was all the way in. I could see her pussy lips wrapped around the base of my cock as she paused, relaxing to let her vagina adjust to its invader. Soon she started to rise up and down. The combination of the feeling of her pussy gripping me, the view of her tits bouncing above me, and the glimpses of my cock going up and down in her pussy got me going far too quickly. When I saw the look of pleasure on her face I couldn't help erupting with the ejaculation that had been building the last couple of days. She looked pleased and proud, and I felt good that I was pleasing her. We wiped each other off with tissues and lay back together side by side as I slowly recovered. 

Emma said, "I'm surprised my legs didn't give out before you came – good thing you were fast." 

I could tell she was anxious to get going again, but I was still a bit soft. Emma climbed on top of me again, but this time her knees straddled my face and her mouth found my cock. 

"Sixty-nine," she said, "Told you that you still had things to learn!" 

I could raise my head and lick her pussy as well as explore her with my fingers. Pretty soon I had settled on rubbing her G-spot with one hand and her clit with the other one. It seemed to be working pretty well. Emma's mouth was bobbing up and down on my cock faster and faster.  

She pulled off and said, "Good – you're nice and hard again – give it to me."  She rolled onto her back and opened her legs, raising her knees in a wordless invitation. 

I didn't need to be asked twice, and climbed between her upraised knees, entering her easily this time. I was starting to feel like an expert already, but I knew that much of our success was due to Emma's experience and willingness. I found her mouth and we kissed repeatedly as I pumped away at her. She was matching me in perfect rhythm at every stroke. 

"Like riding a bike," she said, "You never forget." 

This time I felt relieved, and maybe a bit proud, as Emma reached her climax before I did, bucking and writhing and making unintelligible but evocative sounds. That motivated me and in a few more strokes I was peaking into an ungovernable climax as I drove into her faster and faster. I could feel her whole body gradually moving up the bed with each stroke, and the bed-head started to bump against the wall. I knew I was being pretty hard on her but she didn't complain and I felt her enjoying my rushing orgasm.  We stayed together several more minutes, relishing the afterglow of our climaxes.  

She handed me a wad of tissue and said, "You seem to like the clean up job – see if you can save the sheets for me."  

She opened wide for me, and I parted her pussy lips to wipe up the semen dripping from her. 

I said "There's something nice about seeing your goodies looking well used and wet like this. It makes me feel like you are all mine.  I feel good that I made your pussy look like this.  It makes me feel that you are giving me everything you have, and that you trust me completely." 

She reached for me and kissed me.

Those two days with Emma were the beginning of several months of both joy and lust for both of us. We spent a day or two a week together, meeting whenever we could but keeping our relationship under the radar of the small community. To most observers, I was just the young guy who helped out Mrs. Wightman with jobs around her place, as I did for several other people.

Emma and I went a lot of places together, most of them new to her. We took my boat up the lake and camped in the middle of nowhere. She went fishing with me, and we often went to a quiet beach and swam on the warmer days. A couple of times we went on overnight trips just to be together. She was generous in her whole relationship with me, both in time and attention as well as sexually. She only rarely was a bit reluctant to respond, but when she wasn't in the mood she just said so, and wasn't bitter or bitchy. She once told me that she was helping "prepare me" for life with women.

Emma explained, "A woman needs much longer to get comfortable with a man than you would think. Also, she needs a longer and slower build up to have sex and to have an orgasm. Never forget that. It will stand you in good stead."  

Often, she gave me little hints about how to treat girls, and how women thought things through. I couldn't quite grasp all the ideas fully, probably because I couldn't see that far into the future, but she proved to be right as I looked back months and even years later. 

Chapter 3 - The Baton is handed to the next runner

Things changed when Emma's daughter in the city fell ill. At first it seemed as if she would recover fairly quickly, but then she relapsed. Emma was back and forth between the city and her home several times, helping to care for her grandchildren and support her daughter.  Her son and his wife helped out too, but they both worked in the city so the brunt of the care fell to Emma. It appeared, she said, that it would be quite a few weeks or months before her daughter would be fully recovered, and Grandma Emma would be needed as the husband's job took him out of town a lot. 

I was starting to feel her absences. I was getting used to regular sex with her, and it was hard to "do without." I missed her companionship, counsel and support. When she came home I was bursting with a need to make love to her, but I could tell she was getting exhausted as her energy and time reserves were running on empty.

One day she came back from volunteering at the library with a bit of a twinkle in her eye. She told me that she had been party to some "girl talk" with Laura, one of the ladies who worked there three days a week. Apparently, Laura was a single mother who worked part time to supplement her alimony. 

As Emma put it, she was "somewhat skinny, lanky and shy but awfully horny." 

Laura had told Emma that she "wasn't getting any" but was too nervous to "come on" to a man. Also, she was in an ongoing alimony battle with her ex-husband, and she didn't want to be seen "running around" with another man.

Emma dropped the bomb on me then. 

"I'm going to go to stay with my daughter for a few months until she recovers fully."  

I didn't know what to say.  She asked me to look after her place when she was away, and she said she'd also asked Laura to come and clean the house and water her plants when she was gone. I guess she didn't trust me with her plants and she knew I wasn't going to do any dusting. 

"So why the grin I asked?" 

She smiled again. Emma said she had told Laura that she should get to know me, and that I'd be helping around her place. 

"Look, she said, I know you need to get laid and I won't be here. Laura needs it too. Do I have to draw you a picture?" 

I was a bit incredulous. 

"Do you mean you don't mind if I perhaps get it on with Laura?" 

"Of course I'll be jealous," she replied, "but if it's not Laura, then it might just be someone else anyway. You're young and horny and you need some regular loving, and so does Laura. I don't mind and I want you to learn how to get along with other women as well as me. Someday you'll meet a girl and get married anyway. I want you to get on with your life, not hang around me forever just because you know I can't resist dropping my pants for you anytime you smile at me." 

I said, "I'm sort of shell shocked, and I have to think you must have told Laura I'd be the perfect stud service."  

Emma admitted that she had extolled my virtues to her, especially the fact that I knew how to keep a low profile. I felt a bit sad, a bit abandoned, and a little used. However, in the back of my mind I was already wondering what Laura looked like. 

It wasn't long until I found out. I went by Emma's place daily to tend to her geese and keep the yard up. Laura met me one day as she was going inside to water the plants. She was taller than me, and like a lot of really tall girls she stooped over a bit trying to look less lofty. Laura was lean all right, like Emma said, with long legs and arms and a long jaw. 

"Want me to show you where the water taps are and how to turn them on?" I asked. 

We got talking a bit from there. 

I said, "Hey, I know you from the library – Emma told me your name was Laura."  

She wasn't the type that carried a conversation, being a bit shy, but she seemed happy to respond to my questions and comments. I told her that Emma had told me she had a little girl, and I was pretty sure I knew who she was as I thought I'd seen Laura with her in the grocery store one day. Laura seemed to open up a bit when I asked about her daughter, and talked a bit more freely. She asked if she could bring her girl along to see the geese one day, and I told her that would be fine. I decided to take the slow and easy approach with Laura. I got ready to leave and as I went I touched her arm, saying "Let me know if you need help with anything here."

The next time I ran into Laura she was busy dusting and cleaning. It was a warm day and I had some cold sodas in the cooler in my truck, so I offered her one. That gave me a chance to sit and chat with her on Emma's porch. I had to carry the conversation at first, but she seemed to get over her shyness a bit, and told me a little about her situation and all the conflict with her ex-husband. 

I listened sympathetically, and said, "It's got to be a bit lonely for you, being all on your own." 

"Well, my daughter is a great joy to me," she said, "and my mother and sister help out a bit too, especially my Mom. She loves to take care of my daughter so it gives me a bit of a break from time to time. But yes, there's not much excitement in life these days, it's just a matter of getting through each week."  

I leaned forward and told her, "Things will get better, just stay positive." 

As I spoke, I put my hand on her arm to let her know I cared, and then I went back to work raking up the branches that had fallen from the trees.

A little later I poked my head in the door to tell her I was leaving. She was up on a chair, reaching up to dust the light fixture in the kitchen. 

"Hey, looking good!" I chirped and headed out. 

That evening I got a phone call from Laura. She said she thought that Emma's furnace wasn't working and asked if I could come and look at it the next day. I agreed to meet her at Emma's the next morning. When I arrived, she told me it had seemed cold and when she turned up the thermostat the furnace didn't respond. It turned out to be just a breaker that had kicked out, so I asked Laura if she had used the electrical outlet on the outside of the furnace room. 

Laura said, "Yes, I plugged the vacuum cleaner in there yesterday." 

I suggested to her that it was the likely cause of the problem, and showed her another outlet to use that wasn't on the same circuit. I reset the breaker and we heard the furnace start up. 




A Trout for Emma Wightman



I decided to see just how interested Laura was, so I looked at her and said, "Gosh, you're a pretty looking woman." 

She blushed a bit and said, "It's nice of you to say that, but you maybe didn't notice that I'm way too tall, skinny, and lanky as a giraffe." 

"Well, I think a tall, lean woman is just ideal" I replied.  

"Pretty face, cute legs, nice and svelte – you're a lucky woman," I told her, "Sure a lot better than being chubby and shapeless." 

She smiled and said, "Thanks, that's nice to hear." 

I told her that "she had a special something" then I took her hand and said, "Every time I see you I feel a little sensation that you cause inside of me." 

I leaned forward and tried to give her a kiss on the cheek, but she ducked away. 

"My goodness, what's with you?" Laura asked. 

"I guess I just can't resist you," I replied. 

When I told her that she leaned forward and kissed me quickly, saying, "It's nice of you to say that, I have to admit that I like being with you as well." 

I put my arms out and she stepped toward me, and we hugged, and then I kissed her. She didn't resist, but she was still a bit tentative. I kissed her again and this time she responded with a deep kiss, and pressed against me.  I stroked her with my hands, covering as much of her as I could as we hugged. We kissed again and then I dropped my hands to her rear and rubbed her cheeks. She didn't pull away, so I suggested we sit on the couch, where we snuggled up. As I kissed her some more, I felt around and finally put my hand on her breast. 

She said, "They're so small they are even hard to find." 

I replied, "I think they are nice and I've found your nipple already," and started to massage it.

Her nipples were quite sensitive and before long she was pretty excited. 

"Let me take your shirt off?" I asked. 

As she didn't say no, I started to slowly unbutton her top. She then helped me take it off and when I reached behind her she leaned forward so I could undo her bra clasp. I was feeling excited that I was actually being successful with a woman. Except for Emma, I hadn't had much luck before that, and I knew it was mostly Emma and not me that had enabled my first sexual adventure. 

Once I had Laura's breasts free, I kissed her them. Her nipples were already quite hard and stood out nicely.  

"Don't laugh at them," she said, "I know they are small."  

I replied "I like them, they feel so nice and firm – and those nipples are standing out like .22 bullets." 

"Bang – bang!" she laughed as she pointed them at me.  

I sucked her nipples for a while and then Laura's breathing told me she was getting pretty excited, so I started to try to get her jeans off. It wasn't all that easy as she was sitting down, but she stood up and let me undo them and slide them down. She stepped out of them. She seemed a bit tentative about letting me remove her panties, but she let me guide her to Emma's bed and we lay down, hugging and kissing. 

With Emma's advice in the back of my mind, I tried to slow myself down, so I focused on kissing her nipples and her mouth. Both were nice experiences, and she was very responsive. After a while my hand strayed to her panties and she let me rub her. I rubbed a bit and then went back to her tits and mouth, not wanting to scare her, and giving her time to relax. Quite unexpectedly she raised her legs up and shucked off her panties. I accepted the invitation and my fingers started to do the things that I had learned from Emma as I continued to kiss her and also nibble on her nipples. 

I heard her say, "Don't worry, I'm on the pill."

I knew then I was not going to go away pent up and disappointed. I found her clit with my finger pretty easily, her slit was wet, and it didn't take long for her to reach an orgasm. She wiggled and squirmed, and when it was over her knees spread apart and her look told me she wanted me. 

I mounted her and as I was positioning myself, she said, "Be gentle – I'm a bit tense." 

I started into her with little moves in and out, and gradually I could feel her relax as I worked my way in. She was more than receptive, and each of my thrusts was met with a push up from her hips. Soon we were working together and I could feel an orgasm coming. I had learned how to hold back a bit by now, thanks to Emma, and I was able to enjoy Laura's climax just before mine came. I felt pretty proud of myself on that account. 

I really wanted to have a good look at Laura's pussy. 

I grabbed a couple of tissues and said, "Let me wipe things up a bit." 

As she opened up for me to wipe up my semen, I was fascinated with her pussy. It was long from top to bottom with long skinny lips. It was much larger than Emma's with a lot less hair. Her clit was smaller, and more hidden by the hood of skin above it than Emma's was. Emma's lips had a dark tinge to the edges, but Laura had pure pink pussy lips that were fairly thin even though they were quite long from top to bottom. 

Laura let the cat out of the bag when she told me, "Emma said you liked to look!" 

I was a bit surprised but I replied, "I sure do, hope that's okay with you – you have a beautiful little hairy patch there." 

She said, "It's nice to be admired.  I guess my big pussy makes up for my small breasts."  

With that I returned to her tits, rubbing them gently and sucking her nipples. 

"I like your breasts," I told her, and stretched her nipple upward between my thumb and forefinger. 

Her nipples were getting hard again as I played with them, and she said, "I'm glad you like them. When you work on my nipples a while I start to feel good in my pussy. Let's get up and wash off a bit – I can tell you want more." 

Soon we were back in bed. Laura giggled and said, "Emma told me it was okay to use her bed." 

I was starting to figure out that Emma had done more than just mention my name to her.

"What else did she tell you?" I asked. 

"Just that you were nice and gentle and kind,' she replied. 

"And what else?" I queried. 

"Emma said you were new to this but were learning fast, and to expect you to want to explore my goodies every chance you get." 

I replied, "Did she tell you I like to use my tongue to explore as well?" 

Laura just smiled and opened her legs for me, and I took my first taste of her womanhood. I explored her – trying to find what she liked – and was rewarded with encouraging sounds from Laura as I found her pleasure spots. She pulled up her clit hood for me and asked me to "be gentle" with her exposed nub. I found her g-spot, but it didn't seem to generate the response I'd found with Emma. However, her pussy lips seemed extra sensitive as I played with them. Finally I zeroed in on her clit, licking and sucking it while my finger played with her vaginal opening. She came quickly with a strong orgasm. Laura needed no recovery time at all, and she quickly pulled me on top of her and guided my now hard and throbbing tool to her love tunnel. This time there was no need to work my way in slowly as she bucked up at me as soon as she felt me enter her. I kissed and tweaking her nipples as I stroked into her. Soon she started to have a series of little climaxes but I could tell there was more to come. With each little orgasm her pussy gripped me in a lovely spasm, getting me more and more excited. Soon I came with a rush, snorting and moaning her name. 

"Don't stop," she whispered, "Keep going for me." 

I continued to work away and soon she had the big one I was hoping would arrive. She bucked and wiggled and moaned and twisted around as it hit her and washed over her.  I stayed right on top of her, enjoying being inside her for a few minutes until my erection finally withered away, and kissed her the whole time. 

"It's been two years," she whispered. "I needed that." 

I kissed her nipples a few more times as she lay spent and relaxed, then took another opportunity to have a good look at her goodies as I cleaned her up with a tissue.  I took two fingers, one from each hand and slipped them into her, spreading her apart and opening her up enough for me to see right inside her. 

Laura said, "That's a first for me. It feels pretty nice to have my pussy worshipped like that." 

Next, I stretched her nice pink lips apart, just for good measure, and gave her clit a final kiss before we got up. 

"You make me feel good – it's nice to be appreciated," she told me as she got dressed.

I knew now that Emma had played more of a role than she claimed in setting me up with Laura, but I was starting to be thankful for that instead of feeling annoyed. I felt good that I had been able to go after Laura successfully, and that boosted my confidence.  I was sure that she would be back for more loving, and I was day-dreaming about what we might try the next time we got together. 

I met Laura a couple of days later at Emma's house, and sure enough she was interested. I gave her a quick kiss, but she said she had to go to work at the library shortly and couldn't stay any longer. However, she said her mother was taking her daughter overnight along with her girl cousin for a little grandma time. 

"Maybe you would like to come over to my house after dark?" she asked. 

I was up for that and said I'd be there for sure. 

She gave me another quick kiss and said, "See you later – park in the garage and close the overhead door."

I brought her a bottle of white wine, thinking it might be a nice gesture. Laura looked really good and I could tell she was feeling frisky just from her general demeanor. 

I hadn't been in the door but a moment when she gave me a long hug and said, "Nice to see you again." 

She poured us both some of the wine, and we sat on her couch, nice and close. 

"You know that you need to keep our seeing each other quiet, don't you?" she asked. 

"I got that loud and clear," I replied. 

I remembered that Emma had told me the same thing, and now I realized that Emma had passed me to Laura, like a baton in a relay race. I figured that if it meant lots of loving it wasn't beneath my pride to stay below the radar and take advantage of the situation. In fact, it rather simplified things in a lot of ways, and Laura had been fun in bed the other morning. On top of that, she had the key ingredients of being willing, wet and wanting. 

It didn't take long for me to get Laura's top pulled over her head and her bra removed, and she was enjoying me playing with her breasts and sucking her nipples. I could tell that the sucking seemed to motivate her as her legs parted gradually. I slipped my hand under her skirt and rubbed her through her now moist panties. Soon she was anxious to go to bed.  I helped to take off her skirt and panties, and then she helped me to get my clothes off. When we got into her bed I held her close and kissed her, gradually feeling her relax and get that "ready" feeling. I kissed my way down from her nipples to her pussy, where I went to work bringing her to a climax with my tongue. Her face told me she was ready, so I climbed aboard and she guided me in with her hand. I guess I had spent too much time thinking about her that day.  I was wired far too tight when I entered her, and in about a dozen strokes I came with a gush, pretty unexpectedly.  

Fortunately, it didn't faze her and she said, "I liked the sudden surge of emotion – made me feel really wanted." 

I'm not sure if she really meant it, or was just trying to make me feel better about my premature squirt. In any event, she knew I liked to look by now so she handed me some Kleenex and I dabbed her pussy as the semen oozed out. Her pussy still had the excited look, probably because she had just got started when I went off. She played with my cock until I got hard again, stroking me up and down. Laura silently invited on top of her again as she guided me between her knees and into her love tunnel. I could tell she was anxious to get busy again, so I knew I'd messed up by going off too fast when I first entered her. I thought it was nice of her not to complain about it.  I was enjoying kissing her and giving her nice leisurely action. She matched me stroke for stroke in unison, like a good dancer following a lead. I felt her climax building. This time I was more in control of myself, and was able to bring her over the edge before I came. 

"Don't pull out" she asked as she held me tightly – "I need you to hold me," so I stayed in her, using my now semi-hard cock to give her the occasional extra stroke.  

I could tell I was a bit heavy for her, so we rolled over and she lay on top of me, quiet and relaxed, as she recovered. We must have been lying together almost half an hour. She was kissing me and I was rubbing her rear and stroking her back, and time floated by. Eventually she moved herself up my body and straddled my chest, then leaned forward offering her nipples to my eager mouth. 

I heard her say, "So you seem to enjoy looking at me – how do you like this?" 

She moved up to straddle my neck, spreading her pussy open just a few inches from my face. Soon I was kissing her there and tickling her love button with my tongue. Before I knew it, I had a strong erection again, and Laura said, "I thought that would do it!" 

She shimmied down my body and positioned herself over my cock, guiding me into her womanhood again. It was my turn to match her strokes now, and we soon got into a nice rhythm. I reached up and played with her nipples, turning them as if they were volume knobs on a radio. Laura must have been in good shape, because she didn't tire. As her orgasm rose again she went faster and faster until it hit her hard. She fell forward on me and I held her. Soon I started to pump again as I hadn't peaked yet. I was lifting her hips up and down with my thrusts as I headed for my release. 

We got in the shower together to wash off the sweat, semen and female juices of our coupling. Laura started to put on her housecoat but I prevailed on her to stay nude. She went to get us another glass of wine, and I enjoyed watching her naked body as she walked around. 

"Do you really like seeing a long, lanky, skinny woman with tiny tits?" she asked. 

I said, "Sure do, so just remember that you look really good to me." 

"Well it's the first time I've ever heard that from anybody," she replied. "I feel nervous and shy with my clothes off, but I'm glad you like it." 

I said, "Pretty face, nice slim body, cute tits, graceful movement, nice long legs, nice tight bum – and you wonder why I like looking at you. And every now and again I get a peek at your pussy – what's not to like about all that?" 

"I know you mean it, but I still have trouble thinking of myself as pretty, after all I'm six foot one," she said. "But I do like the way your eyes follow me, it makes me feel good." 

I was getting nice and hard again. Sitting on the couch with Laura nude next to me was a big part of the cause. I asked her if she was up for a bit more and she just smiled back a yes and headed to her bed. 

"How about if I take you from the rear? I asked. 

She looked a bit shocked and said, "That would hurt." 

I told her, "I meant doggy style." She sighed with relief and said, "Great – but you had me scared for a minute there, I thought you wanted my bum." 

I replied, "I like your nice sweet pussy that's just two inches away from your bum, so don't worry."  

She perched on the edge of the bed and spread her knees wide as I moved in behind her and slipped into her pussy. We tried a few strokes but somehow the height was wrong and we couldn't get coordinated.  

Laura turned over onto her back instead and said, "Maybe this will work." I entered her as I stood between her legs, holding them in my arms. 

I told her, "Good idea, this works better and I get to see myself sliding in and out of you – nice." 

She said, "Hold on, I want to see too," and pulled a couple of pillows behind her back and neck so she could look at our union. 

I started again and Laura said, "I like seeing you disappear inside of me with each push - this is nice." 

The sight of her long slim pussy lips wrapped around my cock as I slid in and out suddenly got me going.  I started to pound harder and faster, quickly headed for an ejaculation. 

Laura said, "Don't slow down to wait for me – just go for it – let me have it – faster – deeper – I need you to come in me!" 

That drove me over the edge and I deposited another load inside Laura. I could tell she was enjoying being taken and used hard. 

She said, "I liked that – it was like you owned me completely, and it felt so good." 

I was spent and so was Laura. I got dressed and we sat and cuddled a bit, but before I left she asked how soon we could plan another visit. 

I said, "You just let me know and I'll figure out a way to be with you. We can always meet at Emma's house if we need to." 

She smiled and said, "I might need a day or so to recover, but we have to do this again." 

I assured her that I would be waiting to hear from her.

We met at Emma's a couple of days later. This time we were much more relaxed with each other. Laura was a bit pressed for time. She shucked off her clothes almost immediately. She said, "I know you like me nude and I'm getting used to the idea already. I'm starting to like those hungry eyes of yours travelling all over me." 

I laughed and said, "So bend over, and prove you like to show it off." 

Laura stuck her tongue out at me for that, but then turned around and bent over at the waist with her legs spread, smiling at me with an upside down smile from between her knees. It made my cock jump into hard-on position and I quickly stripped off my clothes. 

"I knew that would do the trick," she chuckled, as her hand stroked my foreskin up and down. 

"Let's get into bed" she said, as she pulled me toward it by my hand. 

We spent the next hour just enjoying each other and we each had a couple of climaxes. We were feeling very comfortable with each other by now. 

Laura had to go to work, so she freshened up and headed out. 

The next few weeks were wonderful. Laura enjoyed being taken, and I liked taking her. We got together whenever we could at either her house or at Emma's. The only interruptions were her family, on occasion, or her period. I found that the day after her period she was really cranked up and needed "extra attention." We started to plan for those days. Even when Laura wasn't exactly horny or ready, she still tried to take care of me, especially if we had not had an opportunity to get together for a few days. One particular day, she actually told me she was just "doing her duty" for me. I thought that was pretty nice of her. Most days, however, her level of desire was high and she was sexually cranked up, ready and willing. Also, she was finally starting to understand that I enjoyed her looks and appearance, and she became pretty relaxed about being nude. She knew it turned me on, and she enjoyed showing off and working me up. 

Chapter 4 - Sisters Have a Strong Bond

Emma returned for a couple of weeks. She told me that she was going to have to move to the city to live with her daughter and grandchildren for the foreseeable future.  She had decided to rent out her home in our little community and hoped to return when her daughter was in better shape. I was sad that she was going to leave, but I understood her sense of duty and responsibility. I promised that I'd help her get packed up and keep an eye on her place until she was able to find a tenant. She was heartbroken about leaving her geese.  She asked me to find a way to sell them or even give them to someone who would want to keep them. They were actually wonderful little "watchdogs" as they set up a great racket every time anyone or anything came down her laneway. On the other hand, they were also a pain in the ass as they defecated everywhere and needed to be fed and put in and out of their coop every day. It was an ongoing battle with coyotes, foxes and raccoons who saw them as tempting delicacies. I was secretly pleased that they were slated for a new home as soon as possible, but I didn't dare tell Emma how I really felt.