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I sat in my chair in the living room watching the news. The meteorologist was forecasting the weather for the next few days, nothing but a few clouds, although the temperatures would be a bit cold for this time of year. Next to the television sat the last two bags of gear waiting to be packed in the truck. It was going to be a great weekend, three days at the cabin with no interruptions. I could hear Wendy, my wife in the kitchen, talking on the phone to her best friend, Brenda. The two of them had known each other since they were children, and acted like sisters.

The sudden change of her tone, caused me to tune in to her conversation.

“You’re kidding me.” Wendy said, her voice strained.

“No, it’s not a problem.”

“I’m sure. Look, you’re my sister.”

“No, Jeff won’t mind. Besides, he plans on going fishing most of the time anyway.”

My heart sank as I realized what was happening. Brenda was worming her way into coming along.

It had become a regular event for her, ever since her husband, Carl had left her. Whenever Wendy and I planned an evening together, Brenda would call with some excuse to tag along. At first I didn’t mind, Brenda was pleasant enough, and although not what you would call a looker, she was pretty enough. That and I enjoyed the jealous looks I got from other guys whenever I left with both of them. It might not have been so bad, but whenever the two of them got together, I ended up like the third person on a date, the odd one out.

Wendy walked into the room, the phone still to her ear. I watched as she walked toward me, the sway of her hips a bit exaggerated. I couldn’t help but admire her body. She worked constantly at keeping fit, and she looked as good, maybe even better than she did when I met her. Her ass had always been her best asset, a firm round one that just begged to be fucked. She flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder, running her hand along the edge of her blouse, exposing the edges of her cantaloupe sized breasts.

“No, I’m sure he won’t mind.” She said, her look told me I better agree. “Here, ask him yourself.”

She handed me the phone, and mouthed the words “Tell her it’s OK.” Then she stood in front of me, her hands moving along her body, as she gyrated her hips and smiled.

“Hi, Brenda.” I said, trying not to sound as disappointed as I was.

“No, it’s fine.” I said, as she asked what I knew she would ask.

“Wendy will drive her car. That way the two of you can talk on the way up.” I said, not wanting to be stuck in the truck with the two of them for three hours. Not knowing Brenda would be spilling her guts, about whatever problem had arisen.

“No, really. It’s no problem.” I said, before handing the phone back to Wendy.

“We’re set then.” Wendy said into the phone, as she turned and walked back into the kitchen.

I sunk back into my chair, feeling defeated. The trip to the cabin had just lost its appeal. The cabin was not exactly set up for privacy, the only bedroom was a loft style room overlooking the living room. I got up and grabbed the bags, walking resignedly out to the truck.

Walking back into the house, I was surprised to see Wendy walking toward me, her coat on and her keys in her hand. I had hoped for a little something before we left, now that the week would be shot.

“Leaving already?” I asked as she reached for the door handle.

“I’m sorry.” She said, her fingers gently brushing my cheek. “We’ll meet you up there.”

The drive up to the cabin was quiet, and I found myself wondering about Brenda despite myself. What had happened that had been bad enough for Wendy to pretty much wreck our week away. As I started down the drive toward the cabin, I felt the worries and disappointment fade, as the view of the cabin, nestled amongst the trees on the edge of the lake came into view. The whole place was remote, one of only seven cabins on a lake almost a mile wide. All of the places had been built so that they melded with the surroundings, blending into the natural view.

There weren’t a lot of amenities. We had running water, and indoor plumbing. Bottled gas supplied a supplemental heat system, and electricity was provided by underground cable. But there was no cable TV, or phone service. In fact we didn’t even have an antenna. We did have a television and a selection of movies, but that was about it. Although not officially a private lake, there were no boat launches, or beaches, and we were so far off in the middle of nowhere we never had uninvited guests.

After hauling in all the bags and putting things away, I turned on the water heater and started a fire in the fireplace. It had just gotten dark when the sound of a car alerted me to the arrival of the two women. I considered meeting them at the door, but decided not to, just my subtle way of making my true feelings known. I could hear their voices, laughing and joking as they walked up to the house. I got up and walked to the fire, pretending to be working the logs when they walked in.

“Hi honey.” Wendy called out as they stepped into the house.

Both women had their arms full of stuff, and I sat there watching as they unloaded it onto the table. They made several trips, carrying arm loads of stuff in from the car. I just stood there watching, amazed by the assortment of food, and other things they brought in.

“Could you fire up the grill, honey?” Wendy said, pulling out three steaks. “I’m starving.”

I nodded and headed out to the yard to fire up the grill, realizing that I was hungry as well. As I stood outside, looking out across the lake as the grill heated up, I heard the door open behind me. I turned around to see Brenda step out onto the patio and close the door. I watched as she walked toward me, a somber look on her face. She smiled tentatively as she walked up to me, her hands clasped together in front of her, her fingers rubbing together nervously.

Brenda was not what you would call a looker. She was a bit shorter than Wendy, who was five foot five, and probably weighed a bit more. Her breasts were much smaller, maybe a B cup, and her ass looked almost lick a continuation of her waist. Still, she was attractive enough that it was strange she hadn’t hooked up with someone after the divorce.

“I just wanted to thank you for letting me come along.” She said as she stopped a few feet away. “It’s been kind of rough since Carl left, and, well, anyway, thanks for letting me come with you guys.”

“Look, Brenda.” I began, wanting to tell her how I actually felt, but knowing I wouldn’t. “Wendy said you needed to get away, and that’s good enough for me. You’re like her sister, and I guess that makes you my sister-in-law, so, well you’re like family. And family takes care of family.”

“Thanks Jeff. I know this was supposed to be alone time for the two of you, and I am sorry. It’s just that I couldn’t. I mean, Carl called, and wanted to try again. I almost told him yes just so that I would have to be alone. It’s just not easy being alone.” She said, taking a step closer. “I’ll try and stay out of the way, and if you guys want some alone time, just say so.”

“I’ll do that.” I said, stepping past her and walking into the cabin. I wasn’t sure why, but being around her made me feel uncomfortable. It wasn’t anything she did or said, but it still gave me a feeling. Sometimes I would catch her watching me, and it wasn’t a pleasant look.

Wendy had the steaks laid out on a platter, and was making a salad when I walked back in. She looked up at me and smiled.

“Thanks for not saying no.” she said, picking up the platter and handing it to me. “Carl’s really got her fucked up.”

I nodded, taking the platter and grabbing a meat fork. “So what’s the sleeping arrangements?” I asked, nodding toward the door. “I doubt she’ll be able to take the couch, not with her bad back.”

“I love you, Jeff.” Wendy said, smiling at me. “I promise to make this up to you.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” I said as I slapped her ass before heading back outside to cook the steaks.

Tossing the steaks on the grill, I walked over and checked out the boat, making sure everything was ready for the morning. Satisfied everything was in order, I turned and started back toward the cabin. As I did, I noticed Brenda standing at the edge of the water staring out at the lake. She had taken her shoes off and was standing just far enough in to get her feet wet. She had her back to me, and as I stood there, I noticed her shoulders shake.

I stood there for several minutes, watching her. She didn’t move, just stood there staring out across the water, her shoulders shaking every now and then. When the steaks finished cooking, I slid them back onto the platter and walked back inside, leaving Brenda to her thoughts. Wendy looked at me quizzically as I walked in, nodding toward the lake and Brenda.

“How should I know?” I said, walking over and setting the steaks down on the counter. “You go talk to her.”

I knew that had been a mistake as soon as I said it. Wendy’s face hardened and she slammed the bowl of salad down on the table. She walked past me, her shoulders back, her fists clenched. I stood there watching her go.

The two of them stood outside for almost an hour. By the time they came in, I had finished eating, and brought in some firewood. The fire was burning well, and I had adjusted the flew to ensure it burned through the night. As they stepped inside, I looked at Wendy questioningly. She stared at me, her face hard.

“I’m taking a shower.” I said, grabbing a change of clothes from my suitcase.

The two of them ignored me, so I closed my suitcase and went into the bathroom. I turned on the radio and got undressed, waiting for the water to heat up the bathroom. The fireplace did a good job of heating the main room of the cabin, but the bathroom was still cold.

“Almost as cold as the look I got from Wendy.” I thought, as I stepped into the shower. “This is going to be one long week.”

I took my time in the shower, hoping by the time I got out, the two women would have made sleeping arrangements. I knew what they were going to be, and shuddered at the thought of sleeping on the couch. The hot water finally ran out, and I smiled as I shut the shower off. At least neither of them would get a hot shower tonight. As I stepped out into the living room I was not surprised to see a blanket and pillow setting on the couch, and the women already upstairs.

“Good night ladies.” I called out, crawling into the blanket.

There was a murmur of voices but no response. I fluffed the pillow and curled up, hoping sleep would come quickly.

The sun was just breaking the horizon when I woke. The fire had burned down low, but was still giving off a good bit of heat. I sat up slowly, my back screaming in protest. I twisted around, feeling the pops as the displaced bones readjusted. The cabin was quiet. I stood up and walked over to the fireplace, throwing two large logs into the glowing embers. Opening the flue, I poked the embers several times as the flames started licking up the sides of the logs.

Satisfied that the fire was going well, I went into the kitchen and fixed a couple of sandwiches to take with me. Then I grabbed a bottle of coke from the fridge, and almost as an afterthought, tossed my bottle of rum in the cooler as well.

It didn’t take long to get the boat ready, and by the time I had started out into the water, the sun had cleared the horizon and was shining down across the glass like water. It was going to be a long week, but at least the fishing should be good. I glanced back at the dark cabin as I slowly motored the boat out into open water. “At least I hope the fishing is good.” I thought, letting the sound of the motor comfort me.

By late afternoon, I had a full live well of fish and had started releasing everything I caught. The bottle of coke was nearly empty as was the bottle of rum. I had intentionally stayed as far from the cabin as possible, well out of sight. My anger at the situation had subsided, more due to the fishing than the alcohol. As I slowly steered the boat toward the cabin, I saw Wendy standing out by the grill. She waved as I neared the shore and hurried down to the waters edge. She was all smiles as I pulled the boat onto shore.

“How was the fishing?” she asked, grabbing the cooler and the empty coke bottle.

I opened the live well and pulled out one of the five bass.

“Not bad.” I said, holding the twenty inch monster up and smiling.

“Great. You get it ready, and I’ll grill it.” She said, turning and rushing up toward the cabin.

“Women.” I thought, grabbing the other three bass and walking over to the table.

A few minutes later I set the filets down beside the grill and walked into the cabin. Brenda was sitting on the couch playing solitaire, while Wendy was busy frying up some potatoes and onions.

“I’m going to hit the shower.” I said, holding my hands out like they were covered in fish guts, which they were.

“Okay, honey.” Wendy said, looking up and smiling. “I’ll get dinner ready.”

I shook my head and glanced from Wendy to Brenda, before walking into the bathroom and closing the door. I didn’t lock it, hoping that with her good mood, Wendy might pay me a visit. I stood under the shower, letting the water run over me, waiting. Nothing. I could hear their voices talking in the living room.

I took my time finishing my shower, wondering what had brought about the change in attitude. I didn’t wonder long. I had learned long ago to not bother trying to understand the mood swings, just enjoy the good times and keep your head down during the bad ones.

The two of them were sitting on the couch when I walked out. They had the television on, and had just started watching a movie. It was one of those love stories, and I ignored them as I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. I grabbed a deck of cards and sat down at the table, dealing out a hand of solitaire.

“Aren’t you going to watch the movie with us.” Wendy called out, turning to look at me.

“Yeah, Jeff.” Brenda piped in. “It’s the Blue Lagoon.”

I begged off, having no desire to watch the movie. I continued playing card while the girls watched.

Suddenly I heard Wendy say, “I could never do that. I mean even if I were stuck on a deserted island, not with my own brother.”

“I know what you mean.” Brenda responded, “I’ve seen your brother.”

The two of them started laughing, and I went back to playing cards.

“So who would you like to be stuck on an island with?” Wendy asked, staring at her friend.

“Oh, I don’t know. It wouldn’t matter as long as he had a big one.” She held her hands out about a foot apart and started giggling. “What about you?”

Oh, maybe not quite that big.” Wendy said, “More like this.” Her hands were held just about nine inches apart. “And I know where I could find one of those.” She continued, glancing back at me.

“Oh, really.” Brenda responded. “I guess that would be fine. Too bad I’m not on a deserted island with someone like that right now.”

“Me too!” Wendy said, glancing back at me and licking her lips.

I tried to pretend not to be listening as the two of them continued joking around. Gradually their talking quieted and I returned to playing cards. The movie ended a few minutes later and Brenda stretched and yawned.

“Well, I’m going to bed and dream about a deserted island.” She joked, standing up and walking toward the steps. “Goodnight you two.”

“I’ll be up in a few minutes.” Wendy replied, looking back at me.

“I hope it’s more than a few minutes.” Brenda said, laughingly.

As Brenda reached the top of the stairs and disappeared from view, Wendy stood up and walked over to me, her hand slowly unbuttoning her blouse.

“Aren’t you tired of sitting over here playing with yourself?” she said coyly, her fingers tracing along the edge of her bra.

She walked up beside me, her hands falling to my shoulders as she pulled my head between her breasts. I responded immediately, my hands reaching behind her to unclasp her bra as my lips planted light kisses across her soft warm flesh. I looked up at her, my hands moving to cup her tits, my mouth encompassing first one nipple then the other. She shivered as I began suckling on her, drawing her rock hard nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, pressing it lightly against my teeth. Her head fell backwards as she held me tight to her chest, my mouth devouring her tits.

“Oh God, Jeff.” She whispered. “I need you. I need you in me.”

She pulled me from the chair and dragged me into the living room, her hands working frantically at my pants as we walked. As we reached the couch, she quickly tore her own clothes off, and pushed me down, climbing on top of me. Her hands reached between us, grasping my cock and guiding it to her anxiously waiting hole. I could feel her whole body shudder as I slid into her. She sat upright on me, her hips moving in small circles as she ground against me.

My cock was deep inside her, rubbing against her insides, and every time it hit the right spot she would shudder and pull back slightly. Finally I reached up, grabbing her hips, puling her hard against me. She began bucking wildly as I held her imbedded on my cock. Her head was thrown back and her breasts were swaying back and forth as she struggled against my grip. Her whole body was shaking as she began rocking slightly, shuddering with every little move.

“Oh god, oh god, Ohh god!” she cried, falling forward against me. Her breasts pushed hard into my chest as she began bucking furiously, forcing me to allow her some freedom of movement. Her face was buried in my neck as she continued moaning. I could feel her pussy begin to spasm, and her movements became more fevered, her hips moving wildly as her orgasm swept through her. Her lips sought mine, our tongues intertwined as her orgasm built, sweeping through her like a gigantic wave.

Finally she broke off the kiss, her hands reaching up to gently stroke my cheeks. Wrapping her arms around me, her hips still grinding slowly into me. Her eyes turned upward momentarily then she began humping me feverishly. She fell down against me again, her body pressing into mine. Her mouth was against my ear, and I could hear her moaning softly. I drove upward, forcing my cock as deep as it would go, my hands gripping her ass cheeks pulling her downward to meet my thrusts.

“Oh, oh, oh god!” she whispered, as yet another orgasm swept through her. “Oh god, she’s watching us.” Came her soft words, as she drove down hard against me, her cunt working my cock with steady contractions.

I didn’t care. We could have been in front of a whole audience and I wouldn’t have stopped at that point. I pulled her tight against me, her hips grinding into me as yet another orgasm swept through her. She began bucking wildly, riding my cock, forcing her hips upward against my hands and then driving back down. I could feel the pressure building as she continued riding me. My cock was pulsing, as it slid deep into her. I began driving upward, meeting her thrusts with my own, forcing my cock as deep as I could into her.

My cock pulsed and twitched violently, and I pulled her down hard, as I shot deep into her. My cum spraying deep into her sent her into yet another orgasm, or perhaps just a continuation of her last one I wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was my cock exploding inside her. Slowly she fell against me, her breathing ragged, her body shaking.

“Oh god.” She whispered, “I’ve never.”

“I know. Me either.” I responded, my arms encircling her waist, pulling her to me.

We stayed like that for some time, just holding each other, enjoying the closeness of our bodies. Light and gentle touches, soft kisses, loving like we hadn’t done in years. I felt my body beginning to respond, my cock growing, pressing against her leg. She lifted up slightly and looked at me.

“Oh my.” she said smiling. “Having an audience seems to agree with someone.”

Her hand reached down between us, grasping my cock, and guiding it back into her. She moved slowly, her hips rising and falling only slightly, as she took her time. I lightly ran my hands across her back, feeling her shudder as my fingers lightly touched her. Her movements slowly increased, her hips pulling back, nearly releasing my cock, before sliding forward, engulfing my. Her hands pressed against my chest, pushing herself into a sitting position as she continued riding my cock with long slow strokes.

I watched her as she stared upward, at the balcony. There was a smile on her face as she increased the tempo, her breasts began swinging wildly as her hips moved up and down, sliding my entire length in and out. I reached up, trying to grasp her breasts but she grabbed my hands, forcing them back against my chest. I looked down between us, watching as my cock, soaked in our fluids, slid in and out of her.

I twisted my hands, pulling free of her grip, and grabbed her hips, rolling her toward the back of the couch as I slid sideways. She grabbed my ass, pulling me to her as she locked her legs around me. I continued rolling her over, managing to just keep my cock within the grip of her cunt as I slowly rolled on top of her. I grabbed her legs behind the knees, rolling them upwards as I began driving deep into her, She let out little gasps each time my cock struck bottom, slamming against her cervix.

Sweat began to pour off me as I continued, drawing my cock back so just the tip was still within her, before slamming forward, forcing my entire length into her. Her whole body began shaking, and I drove hard against her, my cock lodged deep inside as her cunt began to spasm around it. The walls of her pussy seemed to grab at me trying to pull me further in.

I looked up, and saw Brenda standing at the railing. She had one hand holding her tit and the other was buried between her legs. I stared at her while I continued pounding into Wendy. My cock seemed to swell as I stared at Brenda, watching her as I continued fucking Wendy. Brenda seemed to stiffen, and I heard a little moan escape from her mouth. Wendy was grabbing at me, pulling me into her. I responded with renewed energy, driving into her with every ounce of strength I could muster. My cock pulsed and swelled again, and I felt the first jets of cum spraying out, filling Wendy yet again. Her fingers dug into my back, pulling me down. Her mouth sought mine. her body shaking as I emptied into her.

Gradually I collapsed on top of her, my heart still racing, my breath ragged. She held me to her, her lips lightly kissing my neck. I felt her legs fall my hands losing the strength to hold them. My cock slowly slid from her, and she shuddered again.

“I love you.” She whispered into my ear. “I love you.”

I watched as Wendy slowly slid from the couch and walked toward the stairs, her naked body glowing in the light of the fire. She stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked back at me smiling. I continued watching, her tits jiggling enticingly as she made her way up the stair to the loft. I lay back, hoping for sleep, but it wouldn’t come. Images of Brenda standing at the railing watching Wendy and I kept flashing through my mind.

I’m not sure how long after I finally fell asleep that the sound of footsteps woke me. I looked over and saw Brenda walking slowly down the steps. The fire had burned down but it still cast enough light for me to see that she was nude. She paused every couple of steps and glanced back up at the loft. Then she would move down a few more steps before repeating her actions.

When she finally reached the bottom step she stood there for several moments, seeming unsure of what to do. I could see her clearly in the light from the fire. Her body was a lot firmer than I would have guessed. I was surprised at the actual size of her tits, which had seemed much smaller when she was dressed. They stuck out from her chest, the nipples barely more than a pair of brown spots. But what really caught my attention was between her legs. Her cunt was completely shaven, and the pink folds of flesh were swollen and glistening. I shifted slightly, and she froze, her hand on the railing as if she were ready to bolt back up the stairs.

Wondering what she was up to, I lay still, pretending to be asleep. I watched as she stood there, her head turning from looking up the stairs to looking at me. Finally she stepped down off the last step

and walked across the room, stopping at the end of the sofa. Again she looked back to the loft for several moments, her hand resting on the back of the couch. I could hear her breathing, her excitement obvious.

Several minutes seemed to pass, and she just stood there looking at me, and then back up at the loft. Finally she let out a sigh and turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door. I heard the shower turn on. Whatever she had been thinking, she had changed her mind. I rolled over onto my side, and pulled the covers up, hoping sleep would return.

I woke in the early morning to the sound of voices. Wendy and Brenda were in the kitchen sitting at the table drinking coffee. Wendy smiled when she saw me lean up on the back of the couch.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” she chided. “Want some coffee?”

I nodded as I gathered the blanket around me and stood up. Grabbing some pants and a shirt, I headed into the bathroom and dressed, wondering what had the two of them up so early. As I walked back into the room, Wendy walked over and handed me a cup of coffee, kissing my on the cheek as she did.

“Honey, I was wondering, could you take Brenda with you today. I, uhm, need to run to town and get something.” Wendy said, glancing back at Brenda.

I glanced at Brenda and noticed that she was blushing. Wendy shifted nervously, then put her arm around my waist and pressed her lips to my ear.

“It’s her birthday, and I need to pick up her cake.” she whispered, her hand brushing lightly across my crotch.

“Uhm, sure.” I said, shivering at her touch.

“It’s all set then.” Wendy said, stepping back and smiling. “I’ll help you get ready, Brenda.”

The two of them immediately headed upstairs. Brenda still blushing, kept glancing back at me. Thoughts of the night before ran through my head. As the two of them disappeared into the loft, I headed outside and got the boat ready, grabbing an extra pole and refilling the cooler, adding a few wine coolers for Brenda.

A few minutes later, the two of them arrived, and I slid the boat out into the water. Brenda was wearing one of my flannel overshirts, and a pair of jeans.

“Hope you don’t mind, I gave her one of your flannels.” Wendy said, as she helped Brenda get into the boat. She looked up at the clear blue sky, and smiled. “It looks like it might warm up, so I doubt she’ll be wearing it too long.” Brenda’s face went white at the comment.

“You guys have fun. And don’t catch too many fish. We still have the ones you caught yesterday.” Wendy said.

I started the motor and pulled out into the lake, my mind filled with questions. Brenda sat in the front of the boat, staring into the water as we sped across the lake. The only sound was the churning of the water, and the engine. I considered keeping the boat close to the cabin, but my fishing instincts took over and I steered toward a small bend, where I knew there were plenty of fish. It was about a half mile from the cabin, around a bend in the shoreline where the lake ran up into a lowland area creating a swampland. As I neared the shoreline, I cut the motor and lowered the anchor. Brenda turned and sat facing me, waiting expectantly.

“I have no idea what I’m doing.” she said, as I picked up a pole and selected a lure from my case.

“No problem.” I said, “Just cast the lure out and reel in slowly. It will be obvious when you get a bite. These fish are really active.”

“I don’t mean fishing.” she said, picking up the pole and setting it back down. “I mean, in general. I mean what I’m doing with my life. What I’m doing here.” she continued.

Her hands were shaking, and she was staring at the bottom of the boat. It was obvious she was uncomfortable, but so was I. Images of her standing naked at the end of the couch kept running through my head. I did what I always do when I don’t know what to do. I turned and cast out into the water.

Brenda sat there watching me for several minutes. Finally, she grabbed her pole and cast out into the water. She began reeling in slowly, her eyes still staring at me.

“You know I was watching you last night, don’t you.” she said finally.

“Yeah.” I replied, not looking at her. “I saw you up there.”

“I’m really sorry. It’s just that, well, oh god, how do I put this.” she stammered, her face turning red.

I remained silent, not knowing what to say. I had a feeling I knew where this was going, but I wasn’t prepared for what she said next.

“It’s just, well, I haven’t been with a man since Carl left, and god, Jeff, that was so hot. Do you guys always make love like that.” she blurted out, the words coming fast. “I mean, cripes, you two went at it with such passion, and then, you did it again. Carl never was good for more than a couple of minutes, then he would just roll over and go to sleep. I would just lay there afterward, wondering when it was going to get better. It never did.”

My lure reached the edge of the boat and I cast out again, still keeping my eyes on the water. “I guess you just need to find yourself someone who knows how to make love.” I said, as I began reeling in again.

“That’s what Wendy said too. It’s just that, well, how do I know it isn’t me? I mean, Wendy, now she’s beautiful. She could make a dead man sit up and take notice. I’m just not that great to look at.” she said, the tone of her voice made me turn to look at her. She was staring at me, the pole leaning against the edge of the boat, her hands in her lap.

“You don’t like fishing, do you?” I said, reeling in my lure.

“Not really.” she said, her face blushing again.

“So, what would you like to do?” I said, staring at her.

“Well, I, uhm, never mind.” she said, her face turning even redder.

I put my pole down and moved toward the front of the boat. Brenda was staring at me, her hands shaking as I sat on the seat directly in front of her. I took her hands and looked at her, smiling.

“Are you sure about this?” she said, looking at me.

“Isn’t this why you really came out here?” I said my hand reaching out to undo the buttons of the flannel.

She nodded, watching as I opened the flannel and began unbuttoning her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were erect, poking against the pale cotton fabric. I pulled her blouse open, exposing her tits to the cool morning air. Her skin was covered in goose bumps, either from the cold or from the excitement, I wasn’t sure. I leaned forward, taking a tit in each hand, my fingers gently rubbing the small nipples, encouraging them to swell.

“What about Wen..” she began, staring at me.

“Shhh, it’s going to be alright.” I said, my mouth moving forward until my lips were almost against hers.

She moved forward, closing the last bit, her lips meeting mine, her tongue sliding into my mouth as she let herself go. Her hands reached down between my legs, caressing my cock which had already swollen to near its full length.

“Oh god.”: she said, breaking the kiss. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

I felt the boat rock gently as she pushed forward, kneeling on the boat between the seats, her hands fumbling with my zipper. I pulled her to me, trying to slow her down. If I was going to do this, I wanted it to be right. I wanted it to be good.

“Let’s head back to the cabin, or at least to shore.” I whispered into her ear.

“Shore.” she said, her hands freeing my cock. “Let’s go to shore. Oh god, hurry.” she said, her hand grasping my cock, pulling slightly.

I pulled up the anchor and started the motor. The boat lurched forward as I turned and headed straight for a small clear area of the shoreline. Brenda moved to the back of the boat, kneeling down in front of me, her hands reaching out to gently stroke my cock as she stared at me. I cut the motor and let the boat coast the last few feet to the bank. grabbing the anchor and tossing it onto shore.

In a matter of seconds, both of us were out of the boat and peeling our clothes off. We moved into each others arms, our mouths seeking each other’s, our hands exploring each other’s flesh. I wanted to make this last, but Brenda pushed me to the ground, falling on top of me. She pulled her lips from mine as her hands reached down, grabbing my cock, and placing it at the entrance to her cunt.

“OH god.” she cried, “Your cock is huge. I need it in me. I need you to fuck me, fuck me hard.”

The smoothness of her flesh was electrifying. She rubbed my cock head back and forth across the lips of her cunt, then held it against the entrance as she slowly lowered onto me. Her cunt was tight, unbelievably tight. I could feel the muscles clenching and unclenching, as she forced inch after inch of my rigid member in, her body beginning to shake with each downward thrust. Her lips sought mine, her fingers digging into my back, as inch by inch she engulfed me until our groins were pressed tightly against each other.

She began grinding against me, her fingers digging even harder into my back, until I was sure she would leave marks. Gradually her movements became more sporadic, her thrusts longer, as she slid up and down my pole. She pushed herself into a sitting position, her hands pressed against my chest.

“Oh, God!” she gasped, her head moving from side to side. “Splitting me in two!”

She began driving wildly. I grabbed her hips, pulling her against me, as she continued to run wild. Her tits were swinging wildly, the nipples, now fully erect, sticking out like two raisins. Her breathing was ragged, as she threw her head back, crying out in pleasure. Her movements became even faster as she struggled towards her orgasm.

I felt her cunt tighten, and then tighten again, squeezing my cock like it had never been squeezed before. She arched her back, forcing my cock fully into her as she tilted her head back and screamed. Her whole body was shaking and she began humping wildly, falling forward onto my as her orgasm swept through her.

“Oh God, Oh God, more, I need more!” she cried, pulling me against her, and rolling sideways pulling me on top of her.

“Fill me, fill me, oh god, fill me.” she hissed, her hands clawing at me as she raised her legs up, wrapping them around my waist.

I pushed my feet into the dirt, as I pounded into her, grabbing her legs and rolling them up onto my shoulders. I glanced down, watching as my cock split her cunt, slamming into her. The clean flesh of her cunt was glistening with moisture as my cock stretched her wide. Her legs began to spasm, as she thrust her hips up, driving my cock deeper into her until I could feel the head driving against her cervix.

“Oh god, yes!” she cried, “I’m cumming, oh God!” she cried out, her hands clawing at my shoulders as her hips thrust rapidly, grinding the head of my cock against the entrance to her womb.

Her thrust became even more wild, and I could feel my balls beginning to boil. I grabbed her shoulders, rolling her up even more. I felt my cock slam hard against her cervix and she shuddered, her cunt clenching against my cock as I let loose, my cum spraying deep into her. Her eyes went wide as the first jets splashed deep into her. Her breath came in little gasps as she exploded again, the force of her orgasm serving to multiply the pleasure of my own orgasm.

Gradually her movements slowed. I lowered down, allowing her legs to drop down, my cock still buried in her cum drenched pussy. Her hands reached around me, pulling me against her. I buried my face in the crook of her shoulder, lightly biting her neck, as her breathing slowed. Even as drenched with cum as her pussy was, it’s grip on my cock was tight, the muscles flexing, trying to draw every drop of cum from me.

“Oh my god.” she whispered, her voice ragged. “I’ve never felt like that before.”

I slid down her body slowly, my cock pulling from her hungry cunt with an audible plop. My mouth traced lines across her body, across her breasts, pausing to encircle the nipples for a few seconds before moving downward, making my way to the smooth flesh of her inner thighs.

“Oh god, you’re not …” she moaned, her hands reaching down to grasp my head as my lips found the swollen bud of her clit.

Her hips thrust upwards, forcing her cunt against my mouth, as her hands grabbed my head, pulling me down to meet her thrusts. My tongue dove into her cunt, sliding against the walls, before moving back to draw little circles around the base of her clit. She lifted her legs upward, grabbing herself behind the knees, pulling her legs further upward as I took her clit into my mouth, sucking gentle on the swollen little nub for a few moments before driving back into her anxious pussy.

I moved lower, my nose coming into contact with her cunt lips as my tongue slipped into her puckered asshole. It was like setting her on fire, as she screamed out, her cunt and ass muscles spasming. I drove my tongue as hard as I could, parting the flexing muscles of her anus. She cried out, as another orgasm swept through her so strongly, I could feel her cunt clenching at my nose while her asshole clenched down on my tongue.

I felt her legs fall to her sides as her hands reached down to grab at my head, pulling me into her as her hips thrust against me. Her whole body shook again, and she pulled my head, pulling me on top of her. I grabbed her legs, pulling them onto my shoulders as I grabbed my rigid member and held it against the puckered opening of her ass.

“Oh, God. I don’t think I can.” she cried, her hips gyrating.

“Oh, god, I …” she cried, her hips grinding downward involuntarily, forcing the head of my cock past the gripping lips of her asshole. I forced myself to hold still, letting her control the movements. She grimaced, as she slowly worked inch after inch of my cock into her ass.

“Oh my fucking god!” she cried. “Oh oh oh.”

Her movements quickened, her hips moving up and down, taking my cock further into her ass with each thrust until she was working over half of my cock in and out. I reached down with my hand, placing two fingers against the base of her clit, letting her movements cause them to rub against her. This served to spur her on, as she increased the pace, moving frantically. If her cunt was tight, her ass was like a vice, grasping my cock, and squeezing it.

“Oh god, yes, oh please. Oh god, please, please fuck my ass.” she cried out, thrusting wildly.

I grabbed both of her hips, sliding forward, allowing more of my cock to slip into her ass. She cried out, her body stiffening, as she slammed down, taking my entire cock deep into her ass. The flexing of her body sent me over the edge, and I felt my cum force its way up my shaft, to spray her insides.

“Like nothing I’ve ever felt.” she moaned, her head flailing from side to side.

I collapsed on top of her, my cock slipping from her ass which sent more spasms through her. I could feel her shaking, her body seeming to be still going through an orgasm. I looked at her and saw tears running down her cheeks. She smiled at me, reaching out to gently caress my cheek.

“My god.” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I’ve never …”

I kissed her fingers, one by one taking them into my mouth and sucking gently.

Slowly we parted, each of us grabbing our clothes and getting dressed in silence. Finally, with our clothes back on, I helped her into the boat and pushed it out into the water before climbing in.

“I think I’ve had enough fishing.” she said, smiling at me. “Do you think we could head back to the cabin?”

“Sure.” I said, returning the smile as I opened the throttle on the motor an we sped across the water.

The short trip back to the cabin was quiet except for the drone of the motor. Brenda kept her back to me, staring across the water until I cut the motor and we slowly coasted to shore in front of the cabin. As the boat slid onto shore, Brenda climbed out, and stood waiting for me. I handed her the fishing gear and grabbed the cooler. Realizing we hadn’t touched the drinks, I popped it open and handed her a wine cooler, then grabbed a beer for myself.

“So, what are you going to do about Carl.” I said, as we walked toward the house.

“After today, tell him to go fuck himself.” she said, turning to smile at me.

We put the gear away and went into the cabin. Brenda walked into the kitchen, taking a long drink of her wine cooler. “This is good.” she said, tipping the bottle to her lips again and draining it. “Got any more?” I nodded toward the cooler as I sipped my beer.

She walked over to the cooler and grabbed another one, draining almost half of it before walking into the living room and sitting on the couch. I finished my beer and grabbed another one, then walked over to the fireplace and added a couple of logs.

“You know.” Brenda said, pausing to take another swig. “I’ve always wondered.”

“What’s that?” I said, sitting on the other end of the sofa.

“How come some guys have an orgasm, and go straight to sleep, and other guys, that is, I’m assuming there are other guys like you, they can cum, and get right back at it?” she said, staring at me.

“I don’t know.” I said, honestly. “I guess some guys just have better stamina.”

Brenda shifted around, and started laughing. “I think I got sand in my clothes.” she said, standing up and unbuttoning her blouse. “I’m going to take a shower. Wanna join me?” she added, dropping her blouse on the couch.

“I’d love to.” I said, watching as she peeled her pants off. “But I think Wendy will be here pretty soon.”

“Yeah. But I don’t think she’d mind. I mean, if you knew what was going to happen, don’t you think she did too.” Brenda said, smiling as she walked over to me.

“What?” I said, shocked.

Brenda laughed as she knelt down in front of me. “You know, my birthday is next week.” she said, reaching out to unzip my pants. “Wendy wanted me to last night, so she could watch, but I lost my nerve. So how about that shower.” she said, her hand reaching in to grasp my cock. “I have something else I want to try.”

I stood in the shower, staring down at Brenda as she knelt in front of me, her lips wrapped around my cock. She worked slowly, running her tongue all around the head before sliding it back into her throat, trying to force as much as she could into her mouth. I pressed my hands against the side of the shower for support while she continued working her mouth over me. My mind was reeling, trying to make sense of what she had revealed about Wendy.

Her hand was wrapped around the base of my cock, stroking what she couldn’t fit into her mouth.

I watched her, amazed at the energy she put into sucking my cock. I could feel the cum surging through my balls, straining to blow. I began thrusting my hips, letting her head bob back and forth as I strained for release. My hands dropped from the wall, grasping her head as I began feeding my cock to her, thrusting forward giving her as much as she could take, and urging her to take just a bit more.

“Is anybody here?” I heard Wendy’s voice call out from the living room.

It was like a catalyst, pushing me over the edge. I erupted, my cock spewing cum into Brenda’s mouth. She increased her suction, drawing every drop of cum out of me, until I nearly collapsed to the floor. As she slowly slipped her lips from my cock, looking up at me with a smile, I stepped out of the shower, still not quite believing what she had told me. I grabbed a towel and dried off, as Wendy called out again.

“In the shower.” Brenda responded, smiling at the look on my face.

I threw my clothes on, and slipped out of the bathroom, not knowing what to expect. Wendy was sitting on the edge of the sofa watching the door as I stepped out. She smiled as I closed the door.

“So, how’s the fishing.” she said, giggling as she nodded toward the bathroom door. “I hope you ate what you caught.”

“You’re evil.” I said, trying not to smile. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What and spoil the surprise?” she replied, trying to look innocent. “I’m sure the excitement of the forbidden made it even better, huh?” she said, standing up and walking toward me, unbuttoning her blouse as she did.

Somehow fishing had just taken on a whole new meaning.