Three arses in an afternoon, an exaggerated fisherman's tale or a damn lucky bastard!
Freshwater trout fishing is very relaxing but ultimately a singular activity. The challenge is the catch: man versus fish on the fly. Casting a nearly weightless handmade fly successfully requires years of skills, like reeling in a woman with your charm at a bar, dance venue, or gym.
Brandon Ayres had the patience, the knowledge, and, unfortunately, the time for fish not to lure women since his recent divorce after two years of marriage to Pauline.
A twenty-five-year-old guy should have been back in the saddle …but had been hurt and was pretending to make the best of an unsatisfactory solo….at least for the moment…isolated on his seasonal ritual fishing trip.
He was enjoying himself in nature.
The challenge and the skill were in flicking, jerking, and whisking the rod and line and landing the lure naturally on the top of the still lake water, and the persistence in reeling in…playing the rainbow trout…and once he had a meal…. engaging the rest of the early morning or late afternoon in catch-and-release.
However, the mayflies were out in the heat this afternoon, skimming across the shallow natural highland lake as the temperature soared. The trout were jumping to gobble the natural feast like young college dorm women prowling for group sex.
Brandon was feeling the heat in his full waders. It was probably the least sexy look possible. Combined with a floppy sun hat…but hell…this was a man's world…a male domain…the provenance of guys…full stop.
Pauline had never accompanied him.
Women at the lake: well, never.
So, as he rounded a natural secluded outcrop to one of his favourite secret positions — a shallow sheltered bay where the trout came to nibble near a grassy knoll that gently sloped into the cool water even in summer — the sight of two naked young women nibbling on each other's breasts altered his preoccupation with fishing immediately and created a fast uncomfortable, tightly trapped boner under his pants and wadding gear.
Brandon had seen some good-looking women in strip joints. Still, he had never before seen such a pair of delightfully naked female forms together. The angelic blonde had tits handcrafted by the goddess of sex.
They were fulsomely perfect.
The athletic brunette was — well, stunning. She had tall, statuesque proportions and erect, upwardly pointing nipples that guys have to feed on.
The pair of girls had descended into an intimate, private closeness. Their bikinis crumpled near their bodies.
Ayres eased his waders down with difficulty, released his personal tackle, and enjoyed a steady self-stroke for the first time in a very long time.
The heat was in the day, but that was nothing to the warmth of two bush nymphs on the grassy bank.
There was lust in their roving hands as they started to finger each other between their gorgeous exposed pussy flesh and their tongues found each other's mouth in steamy slutty passion.
Brandon had been a late starter with sex. Twenty–two when Pauline got her hooks into him. Hers was the only female body he knew, and in the end, he hadn't known the attached mind.
And Pauline was fun before they got married in a way for a guy who's never had sex; hand jobs in a dark parked car and one blow job on her parent's back porch late at night when he asked her to marry him.
The married sex was always under the sheets and in the dark.
He had tried to get in the shower with Pauline once, but she sharply said, No.
Brandon drifted back into the trout fishing season alone a couple of years back, and his wife took up with the local Barista manager.
Ayres knew that he was looking at cute perky breasts, pretty soft tummies, trimmed coochie perfection and lightly tanned skin on the lake bank.
And the blonde...well, she had a sexy high ponytail to die for.
They weren't aware they were being watched, which is the real treat. Though the way they were libidinously finger fucking each other now, they wouldn't have had the willpower to stop, even if they were caught out.
Something is compelling about a pair of naked females building orgasms in each other's bodies which fascinates guys…especially when they crank up the action and hit the mutual munching sixty-nine, tongues flicking, arses prodded, legs wider and still wider spread bodies moulding into each other. The soft moaning joins together as counterpoints of an identical pleasure rise.
The sensuous pricks of delight revealed in their tell-tale writhing holding of the gratification encapsulated for two.
A rainbow trout did its leap and insect catch to the right of Ayres — high— and splashed back into the water.
The sound aroused the lasses to sit up, or maybe it was the soft, "Aw, shit" from Brandon because of his lack of focus on his supposed really quarry — a whopper fish had gotten away.
"Well, hello," it was the sexy and confident brunette not concerned about being caught out — making out.
Brandon had gone mute because instead of covering up, the athletic brunette had opened up her legs, revealing her private pleated, saliva-glistening, shaved perfection:
She continued, "Sit here," indicating the grassy patch between the pair with her hand.
At the same time, the angelic natural blonde revealed a stunning light fuzz of authentic strawberry fair pubes above her pinkish open twin winglets of flesh as they separated to create a space between them for Ayres.
Brandon had been caught with his pants partially down and was now fumbling to pull them up and push his dick back in.
This was nonsense for two aroused, fun-seeking females.
They were in the shallows on both sides of Brandon and happily directing him to the grassy patch where he dropped his fishing rod; while his private rod was brought to full attention.
The blonde miss had her cute lips around his aroused pecker. She had those lips that are blessedly defined in memory as cock sucking extraordinaire.
The brunette was more methodical; she eased his waders off, pants, and undies.
She saw her fair friend was gobbling cock with her usual self-satisfied conviction and wasn't sharing at the moment, caught up in the surprise of a cock in the wild.
Brandon's eyes were transfixed on the sweet lips, sucking his cock as it had never been treated before. Her hand was around his shaft. A finger slipped down to arouse his nut sack while her tongue flicked under his glans occasionally.
Her lips bobbed up and down in repeated delight along the length of his so happy pecker.
He wasn't aware of the brunette's movement till her pussy was above his open mouth. Then, they met as a designed interlocked pair. His tongue tip spearing into her delectably tight sweet opening and sweeping across her pleated crinkly labia and then zeroing in on her aroused pleasure nub as she really sat on his face.
Only occasionally allowing him to gasp for air.
Brandon gasped as the blonde straddled his cock, knees bent in a perfect squat so that she could flex her body up and down off his hardness.
She had the moisture and tightness, but above all, she had the rampant desire. The petite angel slid up and down off his cock in a smooth, sure, swiftly building motion.
She had that minute where she slowly savoured the piston before it was rapidly pumped into her. That minute when she was entirely in charge. That minute when her pussy was so comfortable just embracing and holding cock. That minute before, she lost control to lust.
Expressed as, "Hngh! Hngh! Hngh!"
The brunette was satisfied for the immediate moment. It seemed as if she had gotten up and gone behind the blonde. But that was the instance when Brandon's pecker entered a zone of pleasure it had never previously encountered.
The brunette had the blonde by her hips and was regulating a slow, dreamy full-length cock teasing squat delight. The pony-tailed fair nymph had his cock swaddled: she held the pleasurable frictional movement of two.
Then the brunette ramped the action forcing the blonde forward on her knees, and Brandon knew it was time to pump the angel full of jizz.
The cute sweetie was a slut as she moaned loudly as the intense coupling began.
"Orrgh-aah! Ooh-aah!"
The fisherman thought it was his stud work but realised the brunette was fingering the angel's arsehole — heaven was currently in residence between the charming young woman's legs.
The brunette was way ahead of Brandon as she grabbed one of his hands and guided his finger into the blonde's butt hole.
The fisherman was now in new depths of a unique experience.
He was plunged even deeper as the brunette dug a finger up to the knuckle in his butt hole.
Boy, was it exciting...man oh man...did he thrust deeply into the writhing blonde, and his finger too went deeper into her tight back crack.
It got better as the angel started pounding her clit into his pubic bone as he thrust up into her, and it was spectacular because she wasn't faking her rising orgasm...this girl knew how to cum.
"Aaghh-aah-ooh!"
When the brunette's finger was out of his arse, Ayres had that momentary sensation of acute pleasure denied until her tongue was lapping over his ball bag.
Brandon knew he was about to cum soon but somehow held his load from exploding in the now loudly moaning blonde as she let out a repeated series of pitched pleasurable moans as she climaxed.
"Ooo-ooh-oohh!"
The brunette got her off Brandon just in time to get her mouth open just above a jizz fountain — fuck did the fisherman unload a wad, and man, did the brunette enjoy it in her mouth and over her face.
Brandon was relaxing. His cock was so hard still.
It was refusing downtime, savouring the unfolded pleasure when he turned his head like the two women as clapping near them became a third female voice.
"You bitches...you could have called me down here but a nice show. I came to get you for lunch, but I see you have already eaten. Couldn't wait for my snags, eh — had to gobble your own hot one?"
Brandon saw a redhead in a black bikini.
He didn't know what it was. She oozed sex appeal naturally, a body designed for immediate sex, and that was saying something because both the blonde and brunette were stunning.
There was way too much fem flesh in one place for one guy.
The trio were holiday travelling in a Combi van and had randomly stopped at the lake last night.
Of course, he took up their invitation to lunch, minus his waders and floppy hat.
The barbecue revolved around endless hot sausage jokes.
The girls gave him a good feed, a cold stubby and plenty of provocative poses in their skimpy attire before the redhead decided Brandon was dessert for three.
The red-headed Chas, the blonde Beth, and the brunette Erica knew already they had Brandon — hook, line and sinker —caught in their sexual net and reeled him in leisurely.
Ayres took all the bait greedily.
Yeah, fishermen tell tall tales, and no one believes them.
Well, no one was going to believe Brandon's lakeside afternoon.
You're lucky to get your cock into one perfect tight arse in a lifetime, but three divine arseholes in a frickin wriggling exquisite peachy butt row —
unthinkable —
la-la land —
And all three; their cracks so skin-tight fitting but pecker welcoming.
Brandon knew, in truth, they were all nicely rear broken in.
But he was the guy with the pucker feast, and his cock had the poise, having jizzed off before lunch to manage to work through a triple banquet of skin tautness truly tighter than the proverbial fishes arse.
It was the sexual equivalent of the decadent triple chocolate cake his grandmother used to make—the devil's food, all right.
Here was a trio of satiny white arses like melted milk chocolate.
Three crimped pouty winking pink arseholes; a finger dipping delight like creamed buttery whipped chocolate.
Then the layers — you had one, got another — then a third.
Well, imagine that as arses — yeah, Brandon got their flute tubes, and boy did they respond as he played them with his rigid pipe.
The blonde, Beth, had the sweetest balloon knots made more delicious by the butter wouldn't melt in the mouth look on her face.
The brunette, Erica, was so damn athletic. She arched her body.
Brandon couldn't believe the depth he got into her gaped crack, yet she was contracting his meat simultaneously.
The redhead, Chastity — well, he got her arse last —they say you wait for good things. Ayres had been doubly spoiled in arsehole excellence already. Still, the redhead had a compelling finesse for the absolutely filthy being oh so natural.
She was moany feminine each time he eased outwards and base carnal instinct each time Ayres rammed in.
"Ooh-yes! Oof-Raah! Ooh-my! Oof-Orrgh!" Ooh- ooh!"
She was lewdly gaped and yet completely constricting in her action.
The redhead loved cock in her tush — she actually revelled in cock up her butt. Her crack was equal to her cunny in pleasure-seeking, and she expected to be fully creamed in her tight hole and was.
And as he jizzed into her, Chas squeezed her sphincter muscles, and Brandon watched in wonder as his cum dribbled back from her extraordinary internal being to the broader world.
A man could ask to catch no more.