Gone Fishing

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Gone Fishing
In the summer of 1961 I was still sixteen and looking forward to my last year of high school and the chance to get away from boring hot unexciting eastern South Dakota and a small town where everyone knows each other. I,d been bullied for years and it had only been the previous year when I,d finally grown from five feet three to five feet eight and put on weight I,d decided to do something about it and to confront the bullies. It worked in spite of the bad advice my late father gave me for years, but I still had little confidence and though I wanted to get to know girls I was terrified of rejection so avoided them. As my parents had done little parenting it would have served them right if I,d have gotten a girl pregnant, but there was scant chance of that as I,d probably run a mile if one tried to kiss me. My good friend Bert taught me loads about sex and as he was almost as shy as me around girls we experimented with each other. Neither of us were queers, but it was much easier for us to “fool around” with mutual wanking sessions which eventually led to sucking each other,s cocks! If Bert hadn,t had a ten inch uncut cock compared to my average six I met have let him screw my ass, but there was NO WAY I,d let him put that monster in me! Bert and I also had much in common as we loved hunting and fishing and often slept over so we could get an early start for a fishing expedition. I,d won a two man pup tent complete with nylon waterproof attached flooring and mosquito netting so we often canlı kaçak bahis camped out at local lakes we could ride our bikes to, but now we both had an old used car to drive we loaded the tent along with camping utensils and fishing gear in the trunks of our cars when we went fishing. One weekend we decided to go Friday evening to nearby Twin Lakes, set up camp before dark, get a fire going so we could brew some coffee and do some fishing before we got tired and climbed in out sleeping bags for the night. We were thwarted when it began pouring once the tent was up and a fire going behind a canvas windbreak that kept the fire dry. We scared each other with silly ghost stories over cups of fresh strong coffee then tried to sleep with the sound of heavy rain beating on the roof and sides of the tent. When we awoke next morning the rain had gone with a cloudy day, but the sun was trying to clear the clouds away and every where seemed fresh and sweet smelling. When we set up our fishing equipment and cast our bait out the fish were hungry and we began to fill the ice chest with fish which we,d clean later and store in a larger chest to take home for the freezer. We caught sizeable perch, a few walleyes and northern pike along with pesky bullheads most too small to bother with. They taste okay, but by the time the heads are removed there,s hardly any meat left. By lunch time the fish stopped biting, the sun had burnt the clouds away and the temperature had risen into the low eighties so we canlı poker oyna removed our shirts and stretched out on our camp cots dozing off as we tried to watch our floats for signs of a bite. “There,s no one about so I,m gonna make like Tarzan!” Bert have a half hearted bellow like a sick Tarzan might make, removed his shoes, socks, jeans and finally his underpants, his big dong sticking up like an iron rod in front of him as he lay back on the cot and closed his eyes absent minded ly gently stroking his trousers snake. I decided it was time to do the same, my average cock also stiff, but I did not stroke it. “Well Fellows! What lovely Cocks You have there! Pity you waste them!” An unfamiliar female voice called to us. Glancing up I saw a tall blonde woman in her thirties standing over us dressed in a blue halter top, sun glasses, sun hat, black shorts and sandals on her feet. “I was gonna ask how the fish are biting, but think I,d rather play with your lovely Worms!” She laughed. I noticed Bert,s face was bright red with embassment and reckoned mine probably was, too ,t know and all that. Mind if I join You?” Without waiting for an invitation she kicked off her sandals and began to disrobe as Bert grabbed both our sleeping bags from the tent and spread them out on the soft ground for us to lay on. Brenda has some large breasts with big nipples, very hairy snatch and ample waist and curvy bottom. No sooner had she joined us she grabbed my cock first and started sucking it as Bert eased his internet casino monster in her surprising,y tight cunt and started to fuck her. Brenda loved to talk dirty while fucking and it almost sounded like she was giving a running commentary in between deep sucks on my root urging Bert to fuck her harder and did I enjoy her deep throat technique and such endearments. Being youths Bert and I were able to cum many times in Brenda tillshe was absolutely covered in our baby gravy, then avoiding our fishing Lines waded out with us into the lake to wash the combined juices away. She then borrowed one of our towels we brought with us, dressed, and set up her fishing equipment as we brewed her a fresh coffee then fished with us till 8pm that evening when she sucked each of us off as a goodbye and drove home to her hubby. We were exhausted so climbed into our sleeping bags and fell asleep quickly. We awoke much later Sunday morning having already packed up,our fishing gear the Saturday night previously, cleaned the rest of our fish, added them to our chest, took down the tent and put everything back in the trunk of Bert,s car. We met Brenda for more threesomes from time to time, but she wouldn’t,t allow us to call her home as her husband was very jealous and we Didn,t want our parents to know we were fucking and “old” married woman so just met up when we were out fishing. I think when Brenda got pregnant a few months later it was Bert,s Baby, but she reckoned it was her husband,s. I,m not so sure as Bert fucked her many more times than me and she claimed the on,yt time her husband fucked her was when he was in the mood which according to her was “once in a Blue Moon” but what do I know?? The c***d sure looks more like Bert than her husband!

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