Shelley walked quietly up behind Andy and stood there undetected as he swore softly, rebaited his hook, and lowered it into the water. He sat on the bank at the southwesternmost tip of the lake.
"What on earth are you doing, Andy?" Shelley whispered. She gasped as he almost slid into the lake, startled by her unexpected nearness.
"I came to fish, but I damn near went swimming," he said in a surly voice. Then he turned and grinned at her. "Hell, I might as well. Those damn Oscars that Dur put in here are stealing all my bait. I wanted some channel cat for dinner."
"I love catfish," she said. "What are you using… chicken guts?" She moved up to sit beside him, and their thighs touched warmly as she wiggled into a comfortable position.
"No, I'm trying calf liver at the moment, just to see what it is they want."
"Can I hold your pole for you?" she asked. She giggled softly as her hand slid into his lap and grasped the soft shaft of his cock.
"Christ, yes!" he said. "You can hold that pole any time, Shel baby!" He groaned pleasurably as she worked the shaft in her hand. "Jack me off into the water, and maybe those catfish will surface to see what's going on."
"The Oscars will gobble it up first," she told him. "I've seen Dur toss in pieces of canned dog food to them; they ate a whole can once in less than five minutes."
"On second thought," Andy said, laying his pole on the bank, "I'd hate to waste the load on them. Can you think of a better use for it?"
"I'm sure I can, now that you seem to be tired of fishing!" Shelley lay back on the grassy bank and looked up at the leaves of the nearest tree, fluttering high above her in a gentle breeze.
Andy turned and studied the voluptuous curves of her body. He liked the firm shapeliness of her, enjoyed watching her tits rise and fall with her breathing, the nipples quivering pinkly at the summits of the pale mountains.
He fell across her and started sucking a tit greedily. She hummed happily and wiggled as tiny thrills raced over her. He got serious with her, working her tit with his lips and tongue. When he did, she squealed with the intense sensation.
He seized her other tit and gave it the same treatment, then left it to nuzzle into her crotch. She whimpered and pulled her thighs out of the way. He thumbed aside the pouting outer lips, widening the pink slit into a rosy furrow that was covered with creamy moisture.
The blonde hairs around it were glistening like gold in the sunlight reflected off the lake, and her compelling female steam rose like a vapor into his eager nostrils. He groaned and cupped the fleshy cunt mouth with his lips, thrusting his tongue deep inside, past her inner lips and into her hole.
She moaned, rocking her ass to add movement to his tonguings. He teased her twat for a while, then gave the entrance a series of sucks that made her squeal.
When he began playing with her clit, she could not keep her ass still. It vibrated and churned around so that Andy had to grab her ass with both hands so he could eat her pussy without interruption.
"You're driving me crazy, Andy!" she gasped. But he knew she wanted it to continue, and he nibbled her clit more fiercely, adding interim sucks and milkings that caused it to swell and throb. His cock was throbbing, too; the taste and textures of her twat had gotten him feverishly excited.
She yelled as she came, her cunt jerking upward as her legs tensed, throwing her body into an arched bridge. He fell away as she quivered and quaked, then watched her ease down to the grass and lie there, moaning softly and smiling to herself with her eyes closed tightly.
He put a hand on her knee and she rolled over, not wanting to be fucked for a while – not until her delicious orgasm had completely faded away. But Andy was too hot to just sit there and wait for her. He had to do something to take his mind off his eager prick.
Shelley whimpered a little as he rolled her over the rest of the way, leaving her lying on her belly in the grass. He stuck his tongue into the crack of her ass and trailed it downward. She squealed as it found the tight blossom of her asshole, but Andy held her cheeks apart and began tonguing the snug little brownie.
His chin spread her cheeks as the tip of his tongue stabbed rapidly, again and again, in hot, wet darts that attacked her resisting muscle. After a while, she began to moan and whimper steadily, for the thrills he was causing had caught up to the fading sensations of her climax, and were keeping them alive, fanning the flames of her passion mercilessly.
"You're killing me, Andy!" she cried. She could feel her hot cream oozing out of her pussy into the grass, and she tried to end the ecstatic torture of his tonguing by bucking upward, but it was not easy to buck from this position as when she lay on her back!
"I give up!" she yelled. "Let me roll over, Andy! Fuck me, please! I can't take this!"
He released her and she rolled over to face him. Her features were darkly flushed, a coloring that ran down past her tits and onto her belly. He knew she was really worked up to a grand state!
When he put the tip of his prick in the slippery petals of her snatch, it slid upward and touched her clit, making her cry out again. He retrieved it, centered it at the entrance to her hole, and drove into her churning cunt with all his might.
"ARGHHH!" Shelley screamed as he filled her hole and rammed the hairy base of his cock against the tender tip of her clitoris. He began stroking into her with long, searching fucks that reamed the wet walls of her sheath with his knob.
The periodic claspings as her cunt muscles continued their spasms hurried him, and he speeded up his long strokes, burying his knob in her slushy depths and pulling it almost free of her quivering cunt mouth.
"Andy!" she cried. "Stay inside me… I'm going to come!"
The news startled Andy. He was sure she had been having a steady series of climaxes from the moment he entered her. What was she going to do to top that?
He found out. Her cunt began to convulse around him, squeezing his prick powerfully every few seconds. And Shelley was emitting gurgling moans as her body twitched uncontrollably. Andy could not hold out against the odds. He felt his first jet squirt down her tunnel as he drove into her hole, desperately seeking the bottom so he could empty his balls with her sheath clasping his cock snugly.
He pumped the hot cum into her until he was spent, then stayed there, grunting contentedly, as she thrashed her arms and legs in the air, and sobbed with a weirdly wild joy as she jerked out her completion.
Andy disengaged himself and stretched out on the grass, letting the leaf-filtered sunlight pour over him as he breathed deeply to calm himself. He chased a deerfly away from his sticky cock and heard Shelley swear and slap at it when it landed on her.
After a while, she opened her eyes and took a series of deep breaths, enjoying the smells around the woodland lake. Her hard stole out to caress Andy's sweaty thigh, cooled by the breeze.
"You did work up a sweat, didn't you?" she said. "Well, it may be harder work than fishing, but it's a lot more fun, isn't it?"
"Damn!" Andy said, sitting upright and staring at his pole. "I forgot I had a line in the water!" He examined it and swore again. "And I forgot to set the damn drag. Something's taken all the line out, except for a few inches!"
He picked up the pole and began to reel the line in. After a few seconds, he felt resistance. Then he gave a crowing sound as a greater resistance met his tug of the pole.
He fought it for several minutes. Never had he had such a scrap with a catfish; it had to be something big, though, the way it fought him. When he finally landed it, Shelley was standing beside him, and both of them stared at the mammoth fish as it lay flopping wildly on the grass.
"Son of a bitch!" Andy said, holding the struggling monster as he freed the hook from its mouth. He held it tightly in his hands for a second after it was off the hooky was too strong to hold any longer than that – and before it jumped free to land in the water, both he and Shelley had seen the red circle at the base of its tall.
"That Oscar was fourteen inches if it was any length at all!" Andy said. "Why couldn't it have been a catfish?"
"Dur says these are supposed to be good eating," Shelley told him. "Why did you toss it back?"
"Because I had my taster set for catfish," Andy replied. "And when I'm hungry for catfish, there's only one thing that will taste right to me: catfish!"
"I think I can understand that, Andy," Shelley said. "In a way, I'm like that, too. For instance, all the while you were having a battle with that fish, your ding-dong flopping around as you stomped all over the bank, I was drooling at the thought of getting your whang in my mouth and sucking you off. And I just won't be satisfied until I do it!"
She reached for him and he backed away, still feeling the dull emptiness his ejaculation had left in the pit of his stomach. She moved toward him again and he stepped backward, almost sliding off the bank into the lake.
"Now wait a minute, Shel!" he protested. "You know it's not cricket to rush a guy after a wild fuck like we just had. Give me a few minutes to recover, huh?"
"Like you gave me?" she reminded him. "I'll bet I came… oh, at least five times. I mean five separate orgasms, Andy doll! You almost sent me to the funny factory, rushing me the way you did. Now it's your turn!"
She tripped him unexpectedly, and he sat down in the grass with a silly grin on his face. Shelley quickly knelt and grabbed his cock with one hand, his balls with the other.
"Be good and let me have it!" she warned, giving both captives a gentle tugging that delivered her message. Andy lay down and took a deep breath as she began to suck him off.
"Oh, God!" he moaned. And as she worked him into a rigid hard-on, and his sensitive flesh really began to feel the strain, he repeated himself steadily.
"Oh, God… oh, God… oh, God…!"
"Iceman!" Ross yelled as he stood at the back door of the Lafayette cottage. Denise appeared in the doorway, wide-eyed and beautifully clad in only an apron. She opened the screen door and stood aside. Ross came in with the big bag of ice cubes he had accumulated by emptying trays in his refrigerator.
"Shelley said you were going to make ice cream and would need some extra cubes. Is this enough?" He set them down in the kitchen by the work counter. "And where's Andrew? You didn't plan on trapping me into turning that freezer, did you?"
"No," she laughed. "It has a motor on it for that. Andy's at the lake, trying to get a catfish, I think."
"Wellll! Every once in a while, in the middle of a long, hot day like this, we icemen strike it lucky! So the old man's away fishing, huh? Well, I hope his luck's as good as mine!"
"I have an idea he's doing pretty good," Denise said with a giggle as she pretended to back away from Ross. He was advancing toward her with a pronounced leer. "I saw Shelley go into the trees at just about the spot where Andy's fishing."
"Well, then he might end up doing a little Shel-fishing. He won't be the first husband to come back from a cat fishing trip with a memory of more pussy than catfish!"
He had cornered her, right where she intended, at the hall door that was near the bedroom. He took off her apron and gave a low wolf whistle.
"How can Andy think about any other kind of food, even at the table, with eating stuff like that around?" He pulled her to him tightly, feeling her tits stab him warmly, the nipples like firm little berries that refused to be crushed.
"Wait, Ross!" she cried, pushing him away. "Thanks for the pretty speech, but before we do anything else, let's put the ice in the freezer. Okay?" He reluctantly slacked his embrace and let her get her breath. He picked up the bag of cubes and she showed him the ice-cream freezer in the corner by the porch door.
After he had packed the unit with ice and rock salt, Denise took over. When she had the motor switched on, she looked at the clock. Then she smiled at Ross.
"Now, where were we when I so rudely interrupted us?"
"Over there by the door," he replied. He stepped toward her again, his semierect cock swinging jauntily. She ducked through the doorway and into the master bedroom, where he caught her beside the bed.
She laughed melodically, let herself topple to spread out on the opened sheets, and lay there looking up at him mischievously with her uniquely violet eyes. Her glossy brown hair lay around her head in a soft halo, and its matching bush was a curly enticement between the gleaming satin columns of her thighs.
"Now I've got you!" Ross whispered. He licked his lips as he knelt by the bed, put his hands on her ankles, and lifted her legs high, spreading them apart so he could look directly into the wetly shining flesh of her gash as he made it widen.
Her knees went up as she drew her feet to her, then fell apart to split her furrow even more widely open to him. He groaned at the quivering femaleness of her fleshy cunt and nosed into the warmth of her crotch.
The sweet musk of her woman smell made his nostrils dilate hungrily. He breathed it in, blew his breath on the wet surface to stir it up and release still more of the delicious scent, and inhaled it again. He growled deep in his throat, then licked into the gash greedily, running his tongue over the slick flesh on the inner sides of the hairy lips.
"Yes," Denise whispered. "Now you've got me… right where I want you!" She moaned with passion as sensations tingled gloriously through her cunt and belly. "Eat me, Ross darling! Eat me like you did the last time… slow and wonderful!"
Vaguely, he recalled their last encounter in detail. He knew it had been thrilling for him; it always was with Denise. But how had he eaten her, specifically? Usually he played everything by ear; sex was better on impulse than by plan or scheme. Well, he would have to feel his way again; he at least had the clue that it had been a prolonged feast!
He took his time, letting his tongue trail over the surface of her box quite slowly, rather than tiring its muscles with tense maneuverings. Denise's gentle whimperings told him the technique was effective, so he continued it as he covered every nook and convolution of her pulsing quim.
She was oozing copiously, the sweet, musky scent filling his mind as he gathered its essence and carried it into his mouth. He grew impatient for a moment and placed his lips over her swat, then gave a good suck to gather all he could, letting his lips close inward to carry still more, like a circular squeegee.
Then he let his tongue wander upward and find the neglected little tip of her clit. It thrust proudly out to him, firm and erect in its little cloak. He twitted it and Denise moaned loudly. Her ass moved as its muscles tensed and relaxed with the thrill.
He twitted it again, then slid his lips over it and moved them in and out, milking the miniature cock within its soft robe. A quiet little cry came from Denise, and he felt the quivering of her thighs against his cheeks.
"Oh Ross! Some little sucks… please!" she begged. Then he remembered how he had excited her so much before. He kept his lips around the captive clit, applied suction, and made the little shaft come outward, sliding slickly in its cloak. He released it and it popped back into hiding.
"Yesss! Oh, God, yes!" she whispered, then began to moan constantly as he repeated the process. It was a sexy bit, even from his end. The little clit was forced by suction to make short fucks into his lips. From her end, it must have been divine, the way she was whimpering and uttering soft squealing sounds.
Ross missed only the joy of gathering her juice, and he kept thinking of it trickling away just below his mouth. Subconsciously, the thought made him hurry to get back to his honeypot. He began to milk the little clit faster, and each suck brought her closer to her finish.
She suddenly cried out as spasms shook her. Ross hung on to her ass, determined to keep her from bucking his mouth off her cunt as she convulsed. He slid his lips down to her hole, fucked into it with his tongue, then began to suck all around her quivering snatch as she twitched and jerked and uttered moaning sobs of joy.
Her biggest wave of passion slid her cunt out from under his mouth, and he gave up the game to wait out her completion. As he saw her thighs close on the wet bundle of her snatch, his cock reminded him that it was awfully dry in the open air. It ached to screw its hard bulk into that sloppy nest, to bury itself to the limit in that convulsing sheath with the hairy mouth!
By the time Denise stopped writhing on the bed, she was on her belly. Her buttcheeks twitched faintly every so often, and her fingers – clawing into the sheets during her most frantic moments – began to relax.
Ross could wait no longer. He had to get into her. He leaned over her to grab her, but impulsively detoured to lick into the crease between her lovely buns. The cheek muscles jerked and Denise moaned. He stabbed his tongue into her contracted asshole and she squealed.
He laughed and pulled her by the legs to the edge of the bed. When he had her so that only her upper torso was supported by the edge of the bed, he propped her legs on the floor and thrust his hard, searching cock into the gaping, soupy maw of her cunt.
Her hole seemed to reach for him, so easy did he find the insertion. And as he shoved into her cunt, there was a swallowing by her tunnel that drew his prick into her hole immediately. He could feel the juices marinating his cock as he hit bottom.
With a sound that was almost a growl, but also like a laugh of triumph, he began to screw her. It was effortless. He rode on oiled surfaces all the way, feeling her every quivering wrinkle as he plowed inward, then feeling her wet brown curls clinging to his as he pulled back.
He screwed with short little fucks at times, trying to get the feel of a certain part of her tunnel as it surrounded his knob. Then he would use long drives to plumb her entire swat. Either way, Denise was voicing her enjoyment all the time. When he had to speed up for his finish, she sensed the end, and as she anticipated the joy of receiving his hot creamy gushes, she began to come again, too.
Her fresh claspings brought him off right away. He burst out a veritable cannonade of semen shots, and she gasped with the warm joy of the injection. Both of them felt it fill her tunnel and bubble out around their sloppy connection.
They came apart quickly and crawled onto the bed to rest. It was only after they began to feel almost dry that Ross thought to look at the bedroom clock.
"Shouldn't you be starting to think about that ice cream?" he asked.
Denise raised her head and listened to the sound of the motorized unit. It did not sound very labored to her; the contents had to get a lot stiffer yet.
"It's like a cock, Ross," she told him. "It has to get stiff before you can enjoy the cream."
He groaned, and she turned to look at him questioningly. He wore a pained expression.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"I just imagined how painful it would be to come if my cream were that cold and stiff when it came out!"
"I'm just as thankful as you are that it comes out hot!" she told him. "I can enjoy the flavor better that way. Damn! Now I'm getting hungry for it. Ross… Ross?" She leaned over his crotch and licked at the smeared shaft of his prick.
"Could you manage to control your appetite for a few minutes?" he asked. "Like that cream in the freezer, mine can't be hurried. It takes time to manufacture."
"Can't be hurried, huh?" she said doubtfully. "I'll take that dare!"
She slipped her mouth over the limber cylinder of his cock and began to work at it slowly, her violet eyes bright with anticipation. Ross groaned and lay back in surrender.
He could hear the sound of the ice-cream freezer as its motor began to labor, and knew that the stuff would soon be ready. His own motor felt as if it were laboring, too. But he thought it would be a long time before his stuff was ready.
And then Denise began to use her educated mouth more effectively. As the seconds passed, Ross realized that the condition of his own mechanism was only one factor. The motor that was bringing him to completion was Denise, and she was running at full speed!
"Denise, baby!" he cried hoarsely. "Those sweet sucks are doing it! Ohhh! Take it, doll! Drink it up!"
He gushed for her like a primed pump, shooting his load into her hungry mouth in ecstatically painful spurts. She emptied his balls, then sat back and smirked, licking her lips.
Ross groaned at the weakness that assailed his guts. He looked up into the violet eyes. "I'm shot!" he told her.
"What you need is a dish of ice cream… for strength," she said. He let her pull him into the kitchen, then groaned again at her next words. "Oh, first, you have to turn the freezer by hand a little!"