Loading...I woke up around three thirty in the morning with a raging piss hard-on. Since at the present time I live alone there was nothing to do with it but head for the bathroom. At my age, a hard-on of any kind is a terrible thing to waste.
Also at my age, waking up this early is always a problem as it’s hard to get back to sleep. I tried to go back to bed and sleep but it wasn’t happening, so I got back up and made a pot of coffee.
Flipping on the TV to the weather channel, I saw it was going to be another typical hot July day. I had worked most of the spring with very few days off and now that it was summer, I finally had time to do some of the things I had wanted to do. The problem was it was just too damn hot.
I had been planning to do some fishing earlier in the year when it was cool but hadn’t had the time. If I left now I could get several hours in on the lake before the heat ran me off.
Pouring my coffee, I moved to the back deck to sit. At this hour, it was cool with a bright specking of stars overhead. Our local lake is straight open water with no trees and very little, to no shade. I got to thinking about the north end of Toledo Bend Reservoir and the cypress shaded creeks and sloughs I used to fish years ago.
I was trying to figure out why I had stopped fishing that area. The only reason I could come up with was it was to far away. It’s only a two-hour drive but that’s each way and I drive enough when I go to work that I am tired of it by the time I get home.
Well, if I got loaded up and left now, I could be there by daylight and if I was too tired to drive back, I could get a motel room at one of the fish camps. What the heck, I might just get the motel room and stay over to fish tomorrow if I had any luck today. Sounds like a plan to me.
I went in, poured the remaining coffee in a thermos, and made another pot. Outside once again, I uncovered the boat and swapped out my cat fishing rods and equipment for my bass fishing gear. Loading an ice chest with beer, cokes, and some sandwich fixings about finished my preparations. An extra pair of shorts, a tee shirt, a bathing suit, my shaving kit and a couple of towels completed my packing.
I loaded the ice chest and bag into the boat and backed the truck up to hook on. After unhooking the battery charger and checking the air in the trailer tires, I pulled out of the carport and went to get the rest of the coffee.
*****
I stopped in town to get gas and several extra packs of cigarettes before getting on the road for the lake. Hey, the donut shop is open; U-turn and a quick pit stop for a six-pack of glazed if you please. Now I’m on the road with breakfast being served in flight. Coffee and donuts, a fat mans delight.
The ride to the launch ramp was all cross-country back roads with very little traffic. I rode with the windows rolled down and the air conditioner off. This is the time of day all traveling should be done.
*****
By the time I reached the Sabine River and launched my boat, it was just cracking dawn. The river was a little low but not bad. The boat I was running was an aluminum seventeen-foot bass tracker pro with a sixty-horse power outboard. I sat idling the motor to let it warm up and remembering some of the places my wife and I used to fish years ago before she passed away.
The first place I tried was a brushy, deep bank about two mile down stream. Since it was early and I was fishing for fun, I was using a top water Pop R. If it’s modified right, it looks, sounds, and acts just like schooling shade, the favorite meal for bass on this lake.
By the time I finished working the cover along this half-mile of shoreline I had caught fourteen bass. If I was tournament fishing, I would have a nice five fish limit of around fourteen or fifteen pounds. I’ve seen tournaments on this lake won with less.
I’d lost one big fish but that’s how it goes, there always has to be that one that got away to make for fish stories later. I don’t think all fisherman lie, per say but I’m glad that fish stretchers are illegal in tournaments.
About six miles farther down the river is a large cypress tree studded pocket on the west side that is shallow, around three feet, but has several deep channels winding through. The moss and hydrilla was thicker than I remember but I stayed with the Pop R for a while alternating it with a black rubber frog fished over the top of the thick moss mat.
By ten o’clock, it was getting hot and the fish had quit biting. I had caught another dozen fish, all of which were small except for two. One was a nice four-pounder and the other was my big bass, seven and a quarter pounds. That would put me at around twenty-two pounds for a tournament. For this time of the year, it would be a winning weight in most any tournament. I had quit fishing tournaments when my wife died but what the heck I might take it up again.
*****
With the sun up and the heat rising I ran another mile down river and turned left into a narrow creek channel. It was only a foot or two wider than my boat so I had to take it slow and easy. After about a hundred yards, it opens out into a deep pocket of several acres covered with dead timber, with logs and willows lining the banks. Staying in the creek channel and winding through the stumps, I crossed to the far left-hand corner and entered another channel.
This channel isn’t much wider than the first but hanging willow limbs makes it hard to find. It winds for several miles back into the oak cover countryside and has many wide deep pools along the way. It was one of my wife’s favorites fishing places and a place we did other things if you know what I mean.
In all the years we fished and made love here, I never saw another boat or another person. If you have never watched a woman cast a rod or catch a fish while she’s nude then you’ve never been fishing. You just can’t imagine all the different ways a dirty minded dirty old man and woman could find to make love and have sex in a bass boat.
As the channel opens, I killed the big motor and let the boat glide to a stop in the shade. I stood up and stretched before checking to see if there’s anymore coffee, a half a cup is better than none, someone used to say. I pulled off my tee shirt and tennis shoes then thought about the bathing suit in my bag. What the heck I might as well get comfortable.
My daughter doesn’t like my choice of swimwear; she thinks I’m too old to wear a Speedo. She’s probable right but who cares, I’m comfortable in it and I’m not out to impress anyone. If other people don’t like it, sorry about that, don’t look or go somewhere else is the way I look at it.
I started to put it on and the memories of me, my wife, and the things we had done in this creek came flooding in. I just laid it on top of the console. What the hell, I hadn’t fished nude in too long.
*****
I sat on the front casting seat and sipped the last of my coffee as I thought back over the years. Betty, my wife had loved life, our two kids, fishing, sex, and me not necessarily in that order because sex was way up on that list. Getting away from the kids was also way up on her list when I got time off from work and we could do things together.
Don’t get me wrong, she loved the kids but she spent most of her time with them and some adult company, even me, was a welcome change. We spent a lot of time doing things with and taking the kids places.
We lived not to far north of this area then and when we went fishing, we usually ended up back in here. It started out one spring day when we were pole and minnow fishing for crappie. The fish were still deep and the water was cold so they were biting slowly. Betty got bored and decided to read a while and get some sun.
She stripped down to her panties and lay down in the bottom of the boat. The boat we had then was narrow but deep, with carpet on the floor. After a few minutes, she slipped off the panties and tossed them in my lap. I didn’t need more of an invitation.
She had spread a towel out and was laying on it with her feet toward me and her knees raised. She had her feet about three feet apart and was holding the book so it rested on her breasts. I had been admiring her body, as I always did, since she had lain down.
I was also keeping an eye on the fishing corks and she must have thought I wasn’t paying close enough attention to her. Slipping my shirt off and removing my sandals took only a moment. I stood up and took a quick look around before removing my shorts and kneeling down between her feet.
Betty was tall with very long tapered legs and narrow hips. A small waist and small breasts add to her slender boyish figure but believe me she was all woman and when you get her heated up you better hold on tight because it’s an E-ticket ride all the way.
I leaned forward and licked the inside of her left thigh, which made her lower the book and look over it at me. With a grin, she said, “Oh, you finally got the idea.”
With a chuckle, I replied, “You just go back to reading your book and don’t pay me any mind. I’m just going to have an early lunch.”
She laughed and said, “Ok, what’s on the menu? Is it anything good that I might be interested in?”
Leaning farther forward, I licked lightly up the center of her sex. Her knees spread farther apart and she giggled. “Henry, you know I don’t eat pussy, it’s against my principles, I only do dicks.”
I took two licks, one down the outside of each cleanly shaven outer lip before answering. “I know dear, that’s why I’ll have a nice fat sausage for you to nibble on after I’m through here. If you suck on it real nice and lick it all over you might get a cream filled surprise.”
Her laugh was cut short by my tongue slipping between those outer lips to dip into her sweet honey pot. She lifted her hips as my tongue dove deeper inside and wiggled around in circles. I cupped an ass cheek in the palm of each hand as I sucked on the long thin inner lips. This brought a purr of pleasure from her.
Using the tip of my tongue, I parted and smoothed them out over the outer lips and licked up the slit to tickle her clit. Drawing tight circles around it brought a soft sigh to her lips. I let my tongue drift back down to her open sex, which was much wetter and on down to probe the tight brown circle of her anus. This caused her hips to jump and then wiggle back against my probing tongue. She relaxed allowing my tongue to penetrate the elastic ring.
I worked my way back up to her clit and drew more circles, which caused her hips to flex and shiver. I shifted my right hand to the left and let my thumbnail graze lightly across the puckered ring of her ass hole. Between the action of my tongue and thumbnail, she moaned and flexed her hips back toward my thumb. I rubbed my thumb up and into her vagina to feel the moist heat clamp down on it.
Still circling my tongue around her clit, I wiggled my thumb before removing it. I pressed it firmly in the center of her anus and felt it slip slowly inside. Her moans became louder and longer and her hips moved to fuck herself on the thumb. I licked and flicked her clit harder and faster as I knew she was building rapidly to a climax.
It wasn’t long in coming, if you’ll pardon the pun, but it was a long coming. It had been almost a week since last, we’d had sex, and she had built up a head of steam. I moved my attention down to the dripping cave of her sex and lapped the juices up as fast as I could. Now that’s what I call a high protein liquid diet lunch.
As her climax subsided, I lowered her hips to the towel, sat back on my heels to rest, and once again admired the beautiful lady I was married to. It had taken me a long time in my younger and stupider days to figure out just what I had at home and that nothing I could find anywhere else could compare.
I took a quick look around before standing up to stretch my legs and check to see if there were any fish on the lines. I picked up one pole, checked the minnow, and replaced it. Then I checked the other pole. I moved to the back of the boat to check the bait on Betty’s two poles only to have her sit up and check out my pole.
She grasped my shaft with one hand and cupped my balls with the other, rolling them around lightly. “Is this that sausage you were talking about?” She asked before planting a kiss on the tip and licking the drop of pre cum off the head and her lips.
“It does have an interesting spicy flavor. Maybe I should just nibble a little more to see if I’m going to like it.” Saying this, she ran her tongue over and around the head and tickled the V underneath.
Sucking it into her mouth, she continued the tongue bath until I arched my hips forward. Popping it out of her mouth, she nibbled gently on the spongy head scrapping her teeth over the fleshy bulb.
Sitting back, she ran her closed fist up and down the shaft, and said, “Not bad, a little chewy but an excellent flavor.” Her hand slowly moving up and down the length of my dick was making my legs shake.
She chuckled. “Maybe you should sit down before you fall down old man.”
I moved forward in the boat and sat in the front swivel chair. She knee walked between my legs and draped her elbows over my thighs returning her hands to my shaft and balls. She looked around and grinned. “You will tell me if someone is coming, besides you that is. I hate putting on a show without the benefit of advanced ticket sales. Anyway I don’t want my lunch interrupted until I get my cream surprise.”
I grinned down at her and said, “Dear, don’t talk with your mouth full.”
“My mouth isn’t full, thank you.” She replied.
I reached out with my hands, grasp the back of her head, and applied gentle pressure. “Why isn’t it?”
She chuckled, sucked half my shaft into her mouth, and made mumbling sounds around it.
“That’s better,” I said as I applied a little more pressure to her head and another couple of inches disappeared.
Rolling her head from side to side, she swirled her tongue along the underside of the shaft and then started to bob her head up and down. She used her hand to follow her lips and pressed her tongue to the bottom side of the shaft so that the head rubbed along the roof of her mouth.
The feeling was exquisite. As my climax neared, she took as much of me into her throat on the down stroke as she could. She was making a low moaning whine deep in her throat that added to the pleasure and pushed me over the edge, as I knew she was climaxing just from sucking my dick.
Three hard squirts hit the back of her throat before she could move her head forward. She swallowed around me and held just the head inside as she swirled and fluttered her tongue all over it. Her hand was moving up and down the slick shaft milking each and every drop of cream she could get as her other hand continued to massage my balls.
As I slowly softened, she sucked the whole of me in one more time and slowly moved her head back holding firm pressure with her tongue and lips.
When I popped out with a soft sucking sound, she licked her lips and grinned up at me. “I was a bad girl, I came before you did and I made a big mess. I can feel it running down my legs.”
I laughed. “I don’t see the problem, just trade places with me and I’ll have dessert early today.”
We swapped places and I cleaned up the sweet mess. I had no problem with it at all, as I love eating my wife’s pussy. She loved it to.
*****
I came out of my revere and realized for the second time today I had a raging hard-on. I grasp it and slowly stroked it several times wondering if I shouldn’t just go ahead and masturbate. I decided to wait.
To get my mind off the boner, I tried to remember the first time we had been up in this creek and I couldn’t remember. I couldn’t even remember how we found it. No, wait a minute, that’s right, it was a real windy day and I’d made a squirrel cast. You know, that’s where you throw a lure up in a tree and see if the squirrels are biting because it’s way too high for the fish unless they can fly.
I hung the lure up in the tree and had to go get it. With the boat up under the limb, I stood up, unhooked the lure, and looked around to see this creek. We had used the trolling motor to explore a lot of it that day and even caught a few fish. There was even a sand bar about a mile farther on where we stopped and had lunch. Food this time although we did make love on a towel next to the water.
Thinking about that had my right hand back on my shaft, so I shook off the thoughts and decided to fish. I reached down, picked up my casting rod, and started to make a cast when the absurdity of my situation hit me and I started to laugh. Here I am, a forty something year old man standing on the bow of a bass boat in the middle of a creek fixing to cast to catch a bass with a raging hard-on sticking out in front of him.
I slowly shook my head thinking what an old fool I was, and then made a long cast down the left edge of the creek to a stump at the backside of the bend. The creek made a hard right at that point and the stump was in deep water. I gently shook my rod tip and the black frog wiggled and exploded. I set the hook on a nice fish and started to play him when a movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. The nose of a Jon boat slowly came into view. I froze for a couple of seconds before I reached for my swimsuit with one hand while trying to hold the rod with the other.
A young woman sitting on the front seat came into view next and I froze again. I moved back off the front casting deck, dropped the bathing suit, and grabbed for my shorts. Her back was toward me as I tried to hold the rod and get a foot in the shorts. I got one foot in and was trying for the other, when she turned around and looked straight at me.
Surprise showed on her face then she scrambled to grab the towel she was sitting on. She was as nude as I was. I got my other foot started in the shorts as she got the towel wrapped around her waist and spoke to someone still out of sight.
The boat stopped and slowly moved back out of sight as I got the shorts up and over my hips. The fish was still on the line, so I went ahead and landed him. He didn’t put up much of a fight, as he was confused about my lack of interest in getting him in quickly as I was supposed to. Don’t kid yourself, the fish know the rules of the game and expect you to play by them.
Now that I was free from the fish and dressed, I felt a little better. I figured that she was dressing, as was her huge boyfriend or husband whose next move was to come over here and pulverize me. Ok, so this place wasn’t as private as it used to be but it’s not my fault that they were paddling so quietly. It’s not right for them to sneak up on an old man like that I rationalized. Actually, I probably should leave.
I put my rod away, picked up the trolling motor, and had sat down behind the console to fire up the big motor, when the boat came back into view. The young woman had the towel wrapped around her like a sarong.
She waved and spoke to me loudly, “We’re sorry we invaded your space but we didn’t know there was anyone else out here.” She paused for a moment then asked. “You’re not leaving are you? You don’t have to leave because of us.” With a grin, she said. “Anyone who fishes nude with a hard-on has to be a friend of ours or a relative.”
I heard several other people laugh at that statement and they all sounded female. I had to chuckle at it myself. No, just a crazy old man lost down memory lane, I thought to myself.
“I’m sorry myself. My wife and I used to fish and play in here years ago and never saw anyone else so I assumed things were still the same. I’ll just go on and find another place to fish so I won’t disturb you and your friends,” I said to her as the boat came into full view. The other two girls in the boat were dressed like the first in just a towel. Something puzzled me about them but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
As the girl in the back shoved the handle of a trolling motor over to the right, the girl in the front laughed and said, “Friends? These two brats are my younger sisters.”
The sister in the middle said dryly, “Yeah, I’m a whole four minutes younger and Dee is eleven minutes younger than me.”
“Hey, I can’t help it if I’m slow,” Dee said with a chuckle as she finished making the turn and straightened the boat up on a course toward me.
That’s what the puzzle was. They looked exactly alike, hair color, size, and shape. Triplets, my mind supplied the answer. I asked the other question that I had, “Where did you all come from?”
The one in the middle answered, “Duh, our mother, where else?”
The one on the front laughed and said, “No silly, he means now not originally.”
The middle sister shook her head and muttered, “Another rocket scientist.”
Dee cut the power to the little motor and let the boat coast. “You’ll have to forgive them. One is the oldest and the other is the smartest but they are also the most childish, if you know what I mean.”
“I’m beginning to see the light,” I said with a laugh. “Now, back to the originally question. We’re a long ways from any camp, landing or house that I know of, so where did you get in the boat.”
“Your learning,” Dee said. “A friend of our family built a cabin on his deer lease about two miles back up stream. When we’re home from school, we usually come up and spend some quiet time by ourselves. It lets us catch up on what’s going on in each other’s lives and allows us some quality study time. We go to different Universities but all major in the same field. One school wasn’t big enough to handle the three of us together so we decided to spread the wealth around.” She finished with a laugh.
“The wealth isn’t the only thing you spread around,” the oldest sister said.
“Look who’s calling the what, which,” Chided the middle sister, “Miss Hot pants of the year, three years in a row.”
“Girls, girls,” Dee said with a grin. “Let’s face it we all spread it around as much as possible, as often as possible.” Turning to me, she continued, “I’m Dee, Miss hot pants in the front is Ali, and the brain and super hummer in the middle is Bea.”
Before I could say anything, Bea said, “Brain, yes but I’m not a hummer. I enjoy what I do but that’s all and it doesn’t happen all the time. It takes the right guy if you know what I mean.”
I waited a moment to make sure they were through then I said, “I’m glad to meet you all. I’m Bob most of the time. Some times, I’m Robert and on a rare occasion or two, I’m Mister Fisher. By the way, what is a hummer?”
Ali and Dee laughed, as Bea looked at me hard. “A hummer is a girl that loves to give head and usually has an orgasm before the guy she’s blowing does,” Ali explained.
I looked at her for a moment with my mouth slightly open before I said mostly to myself, “I had to ask.”
This made the three of them laugh.
To change the subject Dee asked, “Where is your wife? Doesn’t she fish with you anymore?”
I shook my head. “No, she doesn’t fish with me anymore. She passed away a number of years ago and this is the first time I’ve been back to this area. That is the reason for the hard-on you saw me with earlier. I had been tripping down memory lane and it was a rather erotic trip, if I may say so.”
Ali giggled and said, “You can say that again. From what I saw, I can guarantee his wife was one happy lady. I know I would be.” Looking at Bea, she continued, “You’d choke trying to swallow that thing but you’d definitely pop your cookies more than once with the effort.”
This peaked Bea’s interest as she said, “Oh.”
Dee laughed and said, “Hey, you two stick a cork in it. He wasn’t sporting that for you two to fight over. I think it’s a great tribute to his wife that I find very touching. She must have been something else if she can still cause that kind of a reaction. I just hope one day I can do as well with or for someone I loved.” This seemed to sober the other two sisters for a moment.
I thought about it myself for moment then said, “I’ll take that as a compliment for the both of us and yes she was a great and very sexy lady. For nearly twenty years, making love with and to her was an experience in and of itself. By the way, Bea, she was a hummer too. I’ve cleaned up a many a mess from her giving me a blowjob. A most enjoyable task and a great compliment.”
Bea looked at me for a moment and then asked, “What do you mean by cleaned up? Guy’s your age don’t eat pussy, do they?”
I had to laugh at that. “Any man of any age that doesn’t eat pussy won’t be around long. I could make my wife come faster and harder with my tongue than any other way. It was my favorite meal of the day, every day if I could get it. Hers too. She used to tell me I was the biggest lesbian she knew, and even if I wasn’t in a mans body she would have loved me.”
Ali laughed and said, “Bea, to be so smart you can sometimes be so dumb. What does age have to do with eating pussy except to make someone better with experience? One of my Professors is nearly sixty and from what I hear, he has eaten nearly half the junior and senior girls in school for the last ten years. He’s good enough at it that the girls go looking for him just from what their girlfriends tell them. I’ve been thinking about checking him out myself.”
Dee giggled. “If he’s any good call me and I’ll come up for a weekend visit. You know how much I like to take a licking and keep on ticking.”
“Yeah, from anyone, anytime, anyplace. That about sums it up,” Bea said.
I laughed. “Maybe I should have stayed in college and not studied as much I did. It seems like I’ve missed out on a few things.”
Dee said, “Sounds to me, like you had for twenty years what we’re all looking for. Maybe you had the best of it and just don’t realize it. The grass may be greener on the other side of the fence but you still have to mow it.”
I laughed at that and said, “I think your right. I wouldn’t trade one day with my wife for all the pussy in the world. I tried that early in our marriage and nearly ruined the whole thing. One day I looked around and realized I had the best thing in the world at home. I just wish I had learned that long before I did.”
“At least you learned,” Ali said, “A lot of people don’t. Our Dad didn’t or at least that’s the way Mom tells it.”
“Now why did you have to bring that up?” Bea asked. “You know I don’t like to think about that.”
“All you want to think about is a big dick stuffed in your mouth among other places,” Ali said with a laugh.
Bea stuck her tongue out at her sister and said, “Speaking of lunch, how come you’re the only one that got to see that big boner of his? I knew I should have sat on the front seat.”
Dee laughed and said, “Don’t worry Bea, I packed a big juicy sausage in the picnic basket just for you. Speaking of which, have you had lunch yet Bob?”
Chuckling I answered, “As a matter of fact I haven’t. I hadn’t even thought about lunch until you mentioned it. Not food anyway.”
Dee chuckled and said, “Do you want to join us, we were going to picnic on a sandbar a little ways back up the creek. We have plenty as long as you watch your fingers around the sausage. Bea tends to bite if you mess with her wiener.”
“Hey, I’ve never bit a wiener in my life. I’d rather suck the stuffing out of it,” Bea said with a big grin.
Ali looked at her sister and laughed. “That’s not true, how about that Thomas boy? He still had teeth marks when we graduated High School. I know, he was my date to the senior prom remember.”
“That was his fault,” Bea said. “He called me a cock sucking whore. I might suck a dick or two but I’m no whore. I’ve never charged anyone in my life.”
Dee shook her head slowly and looked over at me saying, “You’ll have to excuse these two, when we get together we have a tendency to let our hair down. I guess we know too much about each other. Anyway we don’t get to spend much time together, just the three of us, and we miss the old sibling rivalry thing.”
While she was talking, Dee had been maneuvering to get their boat turned around. By the time she had it headed back the way they had come she was right along side mine. “Why don’t you ladies ride with me and we’ll tow your boat. It’ll save the battery.”
Ali grinned and stood up. “I got dibs on the front seat.” I reached out and steadied their boat as she climbed across into mine. The towel she was wrapped in opened as she bent to step across giving me a fine view of her ass and sex.
“There she goes flashing the world again,” Bea said.
Once Ali was in my boat, she grinned and took the towel off. “Well, he’s already seen most of me. I just figured I’d return the favor for the look I got at him earlier. Just remember if he sees me then he’s seen us all and we can get rid of these stupid towels.”
Dee looked at Bea and said, “She does have a point, we came down here to get some sun and have some fun, and these towels are in the way.”
Bea grinned and stood up taking her towel off. Turning she climbed into my boat and onto my lap at the same time. “I found me a place to ride,” she said still grinning.
Dee laughed and climbed aboard the back deck of my boat and eased their boat to the rear of mine, catching the bowline as it went by. “Where do I tie this off? Bea, get off the man’s lap so we can get this circus on the road.”
“Spoil Sport,” Bea said as she climbed off my lap but not before giving my manhood a gentle squeeze with her hand. “Hey Ali, this thing doesn’t feel that big.”
Before Ali could say anything, I said, “Don’t worry, with three beautiful naked women around it’ll definitely get bigger.” When I stood up to go help Dee tie off the boat there was a large tent in the front of my shorts.
Dee sat next to me as I started up the engine, Ali was on the front casting deck chair facing me, and Bea was sitting by Ali’s feet facing me. Bea asked suddenly, “Hey, why is he still wearing his shorts and we’re all naked?” Ali and Dee laughed.
I grinned straight a Bea and stood up. Slowly I pulled the shorts down off my hips and ass but let it hang on my hard manhood. Slowly I pulled them down farther, my shaft bending down with them. Suddenly my manhood sprang upward out of the cloth and smacked against my lower stomach. Bea’s mouth dropped open and Ali giggled. Dee, whose face was less than two feet from me licked her lips and grinned.
Finally, Bea found her voice and said softly, “Holy shit, it did grow.”
“I told you so,” Ali said.
Dee licked her lips again and said, “I think I just changed my order for lunch.”
I sat down and eased the motor into gear. As the boat started to move, Ali turned around to face forward but Bea didn’t move, her gaze fixed on my lap. Dee slowly reached out her hand and lightly wrapped her fingers around my dick and gave it a light squeeze. “Damn, you could drive a nail with this thing. You’re harder than a lot of the guys I know our age.”
She ran her hand slowly up and down the length of me several times and grinned as my hips moved on their own. “Oh, you like that do you?”
I chuckled and said, “If you’re not careful, you’re going to make a rather large mess. It’s been quite some time since anyone besides me has done that.”
Dee gave me one more stroke and removed her hand.
Bea was still staring at my manhood as she asked, “You masturbate? That is such a waste. I can think of quite a few better ways to make use of that thing.”
Dee laughed and said, “Bea, we can all think of the same ways you can. You masturbate nearly every day, why shouldn’t he?” She paused to glance down at my hard shaft and grinned. “It is a waste though, isn’t it?”
Ali turned around and said, “Hey, you guys leave him alone. The next thing you know, you’ll have us volunteered to go take care of that as often as we can with school and all.”
She paused and grinned for a moment before continuing, “That wouldn’t be such a bad idea. A big dick and he loves to eat pussy. What’s wrong with this picture? He’s even kind of cute for an older guy. We’ve all done worse.”
I turned the boat in toward the shore at the sandbar. The same sandbar my wife and I had had lunch on. As I beached the boat Bea said, “Count me in. I’d love to find out how much of that I could get into my mouth, among other places.”
Dee laughed and said, “Maybe we should ask him what he thinks of the idea before we start splitting him up and setting up schedules. He might already have all the girls in his life he can handle.”
Bea said quickly, “He just said no one but him had touched it in a long time. Duh, listen sometimes, will you.”
I killed the motor and looked at each girl in turn. They all sat quietly, waiting for me to say something. My mind raced in several directions at once. What man in his right mind would turn down a fantasy like these three young ladies in his bed, either singularly or in any combination? On the other hand, could I handle them for any length of time and I didn’t just mean physically. What would my life be like with the three of them in it? All sorts of questions raced through my mind before I spoke.
A slow grin spread across my face before I said, “Do I look like an idiot? Three great looking young ladies are talking about sharing themselves with me and I’m going to refuse? I don’t fucking think so. You’ll probably end up killing me but I’ll go with a grin and a hard-on.”
Ali, Dee, and Bea looked at each other for a few seconds and then broke up laughing. I wondered what the joke was. Probably me, I figured. No fool like an old fool and these youngsters were having fun with me.
Dee looked at me and saw my frown. “What’s the matter?” She asked.
When I didn’t say anything, a look of surprise crossed her face. “Oh, you think we’re laughing at you, making sport of you. No, it has nothing to do with you per say, it has to do with a discussion we had yesterday. We were talking about the young fools we run around with at school and how we should find us an older, more stable guy. One, which we could take care of and who could take care of us. A guy that would treat us right and not take advantage of us.”
As Dee stopped talking, Ali started, “And here you are. It’s just too funny how things happen.”
Bea added, “We can look at each other most of the time and know what the other is thinking. When I looked at them, I knew they were thinking about yesterday and I had to laugh, they did too.”
I smiled and said, “Sorry, but older men have strange minds when it comes to younger women. We always expect the worst and usually get it. No offence intended.”
Dee put her hand on my shoulder, returned my smile, and said, “None taken ok, lets get this show on the road, or is that shore, and have lunch and I mean food ladies. And I use that last term loosely.”
I stood up and leered at each girl in turn before saying, “I know what I want for dessert, but I’m not sure whom I want to get it from. You’re all exactly alike except for subtle differences, most of which are in your personalities.”
Bea laughed and said, “I also know what I want for dessert, but I doubt if I can finish the whole thing by myself.”
I reached out and offered my hand to her, helping her to her feet. “Don’t be surprised if it’s a short dessert, time wise, like I said it’s been a while. I’d worry more about drowning.” We all laughed when she grinned and licked her lips.
*****
Dee pulled their boat up to the bank and retrieved the picnic basket while Ali got the cooler. Bea gave me a hand carrying my cooler and an old piece of canvas over into the shade of a willow tree. We spread the canvas out to make a place to sit and eat. Between the cold chicken the girls had and my sandwich fixings, we had more than enough for a lunch. A couple of cold beers apiece washed it down nicely.
We talked as we ate and I felt like we were getting to know each other. They were like almost any bunch of women I had ever spent time with except they were more open with their talk in front of me and naked to boot. All in all, it was a very interesting and entertaining experience to say the least.
After we had eaten and cleaned up the mess, the girls pulled the tarp out into the sun except for a small area on one end and lay down to sun. I lay down with then for a while but the heat finally drove me into the shade. After a few minutes, Dee asked me to look in her bag and get the suntan oil.
When I moved over to hand it to her, she grinned and said, “Why don’t you oil all of us down so we don’t burn. It’ll also give you something to do so you don’t get to bored just looking at us.”
With a grin, I moved over to her feet and started to apply the oil to the backs of her calves, slowly worked my way up, knee walking up each side of her body as I did so. I stopped moving forward at about her mid thigh and leaned forward to massage the oil into her upper back and shoulders.
As I did so, my manhood rubbed lightly against the crack of her ass on each upward stroke of my hands on her back. The first time my hard shaft slipped along the oily crack of her ass, she had jerked and giggled but remained silent after that.
Then I moved over to do the same to Ali. When my manhood crazed along her ass she also jerked. She also lifted her ass and tilted it so I rode more firmly against her. After a few more strokes of my hands, I moved over to Bea. Ali made a soft whimpering sound as I got up off her.
As I did the same to Bea she said, “You better be careful doing that to Ali she’s an anal kind of girl at times.” After I had rubbed on her back and shoulders for a few more strokes, she lifted her ass and wiggled it against me. “Hmmm, the way that feels sliding up and down my ass, I might be tempted to try it myself.”
After a moment more, Dee rolled over onto her back and looked down to where I was working on Bea. With a grin she said, “Time to start over on this end.”
Bea muttered, “Spoil sport.” At which we all laughed.
*****
It was funny to me that they were triplets and looked very much alike but for some reason I had no problem telling them apart.
I started at Dee’s ankles again and worked my way upward. She had her legs spread so I couldn’t straddle her as I did before, so I moved up between her legs applying the oil as I went. I oiled her thighs and hips but went around her sex completely. I moved on across her stomach and up to massage her breasts and to tease her nipples. Lastly I did her neck and arms.
Moving back down, I leaned over and ran my tongue over her smoothly shaven mound and outer lips. Her eyes popped open and she grinned. “I guess you found dessert, right?”
I grinned my best evil grin and replied, “Yes, I’ve decide to have you all.”
This brought Ali’s eyes open fast and Bea’s head popped into view above Ali’s boobs.
Leaning back forward, I ran my tongue over Dee’s outer lips again before dipping it into the cleft and taking a long lick up along the slit to her clit. There was a sharp intake of breath as my tongue touched her clit and started to slowly circle it. I worked over her clit lightly until her hips started to move and then I moved downward along the slit to suck at her inner lips. Then I moved even lower to circle her opening sex with the tip of my tongue before stabbing it inside. This brought a soft moan and a lifting of her hips.
Cupping an ass cheek in each hand, I attacked her as deeply as I could. She was soon hunching against my face and I moved back up to tease her clit. It only took a few moments of this before I felt her tensing and I flicked the hard bud rapidly with the tip of my tongue. She half sat up as her thighs clamped around my head and a deep, long, drawn out moan escaped her lips.
Slowly her legs released their grip on me and she lay back down. I sat up and got the oil. As I applied it to her sex, I ran my finger over her still hard clit, which made her jump. She looked up at me against the bright sunlight and smiled, “Your wife was right, you are a great lesbian.”
I grinned and said, “Thank you.”
As I moved over to Ali’s feet, she had a grin on her face that said it all. Her legs were even wider apart than Dee’s had been and she was trembling as I applied the oil to her body. I avoided oiling her sex as I had Dee’s but I spent a moment licking and sucking her nipples before I applied the oil to them. She was moaning softly as I moved lower and licked around the V of hair on her mound.
I spent more time licking and sucking her outer lips and she moaned even louder as I slowly let my tongue travel up along her slit. I stopped just short of her clit and moved back downward, which made her, whimper and reach for my head. I ignored her as she gently tried to tug my head back up to her clit. I moved on down to tease her opening and as she raised her hips I cupped them and held her up.
Raised up, as she was, I pressed outward on her ass cheeks and spread them slightly. Enough for me to work my tongue down between them and tickle her ass hole lightly. She jerked almost out of my hands and moaned loudly again. She lifted her ass even higher and I spent a moment licking from her anus to her opening, in long slow solid licks. Each time I touched her ass she jerked.
I rotated my right hand slightly and teased the opening to her vagina with my thumb for a second before I eased it into the slippery wet hole. I could feel her inner muscles working at the thumb as I moved my tongue back up toward her clit. Easing the thumb out of her, I moved it down until it touched the center of her neither opening.
As my tongue made its first contact with her clit, I pressed my thumb against her ass hole and felt it pop through the tight ring of muscles. Ali jumped and wiggled against the thumb trying to get it in deeper as my tongue flicked at her clit.
In a second, she literally exploded, jerking and squirming and moaning even louder than before. Her hips and ass were jumping and humping against my face and thumb as she came long and hard.
As she calmed down and started to relax, I tried to ease my thumb out of her but she didn’t want to let it go. When I did pull it free, she whimpered again and hunched her hips for a couple of seconds.
Bea was right; Ali was a very anal person. That was something I would have to file away for later exploration.
I sat back and rubbed the oil into her mound and down between her legs letting my middle finger dip between her ass cheeks to tease her one last time. When I looked up at her face, her eyes were still closed but there was a smile on her face.
Looking over at Bea, I grinned as she lay back and looked down at her wide spread feet. I moved over above her head and gentle massaged the oil onto her breasts and upper chest. I worked my hands around her breasts and milked them toward the nipples gently for nearly a minute before I moved on down across her stomach to her hips and thighs.
As I went lower down her legs, I knew my hard manhood was right above her face and I wasn’t disappointed when I felt her tongue run up and down the underside of my shaft.
When I reached her ankles, I had to support my weight on first one hand and then the other. Bea spent the time sucking first one ball and then the other gently. When she released the second one, I moved up and licked at her mound and its thin racing stripe. Now I realized how I told them apart.
I didn’t have much time to think about it, as Bea was busy licking as much of my shaft as she could reach. I dipped my head down and ran my tongue up and down her wet slit, which caused her to moan. About then she sucked the head of my dick into her mouth and skillfully applied her tongue to every part of it, which caused me to moan.
As I moved farther down, she raised her knees and used her legs to lift her ass off the tarp. I slipped my hands under her ass and rested my weight on my elbows as I tongued her opening the best I could from this angle.
She had managed to get about half my shaft in her mouth as I moved up to tickle her clit. Then she started to moan deep in the back of her throat as her tongue did wonderful things to me. Dee was right, with me stuffed in her mouth it did sound like she was humming. About then her hips jerked and the sound got louder. I sucked at her clit and rapidly ran my tongue back and forth over it as she came and came again.
Suddenly I felt my own orgasm peak and erupt into Bea’s mouth. Her humming got even louder and her hips jerking, threatened to break my nose. I moved my head back for safety’s sake and just enjoyed the feel of Bea’s mouth and tongue working on me. I was reminded so much of my wife right then it wasn’t funny and I knew that she would understand.
After another minute or so, I started to get up but Bea reached around, grabbed my hips, and held onto me. She was still nursing on my slightly shrunken manhood. She had the whole thing in her mouth and was working it over with her tongue. She was still making a low sound in her throat but it was soft and intermittent. After another minute or so, she let me slowly ease out of her mouth. When I moved up to my knees, she sighed and grinned up at me.
Quite wobbly, I moved back over to my shady spot and lay down. Dee was up on one elbow and looking from me to Bea and back. Ali was on her side doing much the same thing.
I looked at Dee and asked, “What?”
She grinned and looked at Bea before she answered, “Our Bea really likes to suck dick, that we know. That she doesn’t like sixty-nine we also know. Seeing her come her brains out while in that position is just unusual to say the least.”
Looking over at her two sisters, she turned back to me with a big grin. “Of course seeing all of us come so quickly from one mans tongue in so short a period of time is also unusual. I had been worrying about us hurting you but maybe I should worry about us.” She ended with a laugh.
Bea said softly, “If that’s the way he hurts people, I’ll be the first one to his defense. Hurt me, hurt me, make me write bad checks.”
Ali grinned and said, “Ditto, ditto.”
Dee laughed as she laid back saying, “Then I guess it’s unanimous. You’re stuck with us now whether you like it or not. Even if you know nothing else about sex, which I doubt, you’d make an excellent lover.”
“Thank you ladies but watch the compliments, they make my head swell.” I laughed as all three sat up slightly and looked toward my manhood.
“Wrong head,” I said still laughing.
*****
That’s been about eight years ago, so I’m fifty now. Dee has been married for about four years to a really nice country boy she met in her senior year in college. She brought him to my house for a weekend just to see if I liked him. Like I said, he’s a really nice guy and he will treat her right. He does treat her like a princess, especially after he and I had a long talk one night over a few beers and I explained what the consequences would be if he didn’t.
What he knows about the girls and my relationship I don’t know. I was introduced as Uncle Bob.
Ali is getting married next week to another really nice guy. He owns his own business here locally and we will be neighbors. They are buying a house a few miles down the road and it looks like they will make it as well.
Bea lives with me and works with me. I keep trying to get her to find her a nice young man but she says she’s just got this old one broke in so why mess up a good thing. I’m not complaining; I never have. I’ve enjoyed the last eight years and wouldn’t have missed them for the world.
I attended all three graduations and I’ve met their parents. Their Mom doesn’t have a clue as to our relationship but their Dad is another story. One time when we were alone after Ali graduated, he told me that as long as his daughters were happy and out of trouble, he was happy. We left it at that.
All I know is that I have eight wonderful years of memories so far and I plan to have many more.