After a while, she opened her eyes and took a series of deep breaths, enjoying the smells around the woodland lake. Her hard stole out to caress Andy's sweaty thigh, cooled by the breeze.
"You did work up a sweat, didn't you?" she said. "Well, it may be harder work than fishing, but it's a lot more fun, isn't it?"
"Damn!" Andy said, sitting upright and staring at his pole. "I forgot I had a line in the water!" He examined it and swore again. "And I forgot to set the damn drag. Something's taken all the line out, except for a few inches!"
He picked up the pole and began to reel the line in. After a few seconds, he felt resistance. Then he gave a crowing sound as a greater resistance met his tug of the pole.
He fought it for several minutes. Never had he had such a scrap with a catfish; it had to be something big, though, the way it fought him. When he finally landed it, Shelley was standing beside him, and both of them stared at the mammoth fish as it lay flopping wildly on the grass.
"Son of a bitch!" Andy said, holding the struggling monster as he freed the hook from its mouth. He held it tightly in his hands for a second after it was off the hooky was too strong to hold any longer than that – and before it jumped free to land in the water, both he and Shelley had seen the red circle at the base of its tall.
"That Oscar was fourteen inches if it was any length at all!" Andy said. "Why couldn't it have been a catfish?"
"Dur says these are supposed to be good eating," Shelley told him. "Why did you toss it back?"
"Because I had my taster set for catfish," Andy replied. "And when I'm hungry for catfish, there's only one thing that will taste right to me: catfish!"
"I think I can understand that, Andy," Shelley said. "In a way, I'm like that, too. For instance, all the while you were having a battle with that fish, your ding-dong flopping around as you stomped all over the bank, I was drooling at the thought of getting your whang in my mouth and sucking you off. And I just won't be satisfied until I do it!"
She reached for him and he backed away, still feeling the dull emptiness his ejaculation had left in the pit of his stomach. She moved toward him again and he stepped backward, almost sliding off the bank into the lake.
"Now wait a minute, Shel!" he protested. "You know it's not cricket to rush a guy after a wild fuck like we just had. Give me a few minutes to recover, huh?"
"Like you gave me?" she reminded him. "I'll bet I came… oh, at least five times. I mean five separate orgasms, Andy doll! You almost sent me to the funny factory, rushing me the way you did. Now it's your turn!"
She tripped him unexpectedly, and he sat down in the grass with a silly grin on his face. Shelley quickly knelt and grabbed his cock with one hand, his balls with the other.
"Be good and let me have it!" she warned, giving both captives a gentle tugging that delivered her message. Andy lay down and took a deep breath as she began to suck him off.
"Oh, God!" he moaned. And as she worked him into a rigid hard-on, and his sensitive flesh really began to feel the strain, he repeated himself steadily.
"Oh, God… oh, God… oh, God…!"
***"Iceman!" Ross yelled as he stood at the back door of the Lafayette cottage. Denise appeared in the doorway, wide-eyed and beautifully clad in only an apron. She opened the screen door and stood aside. Ross came in with the big bag of ice cubes he had accumulated by emptying trays in his refrigerator.
"Shelley said you were going to make ice cream and would need some extra cubes. Is this enough?" He set them down in the kitchen by the work counter. "And where's Andrew? You didn't plan on trapping me into turning that freezer, did you?"
"No," she laughed. "It has a motor on it for that. Andy's at the lake, trying to get a catfish, I think."
"Wellll! Every once in a while, in the middle of a long, hot day like this, we icemen strike it lucky! So the old man's away fishing, huh? Well, I hope his luck's as good as mine!"
"I have an idea he's doing pretty good," Denise said with a giggle as she pretended to back away from Ross. He was advancing toward her with a pronounced leer. "I saw Shelley go into the trees at just about the spot where Andy's fishing."
"Well, then he might end up doing a little Shel-fishing. He won't be the first husband to come back from a cat fishing trip with a memory of more pussy than catfish!"
He had cornered her, right where she intended, at the hall door that was near the bedroom. He took off her apron and gave a low wolf whistle.
"How can Andy think about any other kind of food, even at the table, with eating stuff like that around?" He pulled her to him tightly, feeling her tits stab him warmly, the nipples like firm little berries that refused to be crushed.
"Wait, Ross!" she cried, pushing him away. "Thanks for the pretty speech, but before we do anything else, let's put the ice in the freezer. Okay?" He reluctantly slacked his embrace and let her get her breath. He picked up the bag of cubes and she showed him the ice-cream freezer in the corner by the porch door.
After he had packed the unit with ice and rock salt, Denise took over. When she had the motor switched on, she looked at the clock. Then she smiled at Ross.
"Now, where were we when I so rudely interrupted us?"
"Over there by the door," he replied. He stepped toward her again, his semierect cock swinging jauntily. She ducked through the doorway and into the master bedroom, where he caught her beside the bed.
She laughed melodically, let herself topple to spread out on the opened sheets, and lay there looking up at him mischievously with her uniquely violet eyes. Her glossy brown hair lay around her head in a soft halo, and its matching bush was a curly enticement between the gleaming satin columns of her thighs.
"Now I've got you!" Ross whispered. He licked his lips as he knelt by the bed, put his hands on her ankles, and lifted her legs high, spreading them apart so he could look directly into the wetly shining flesh of her gash as he made it widen.
Her knees went up as she drew her feet to her, then fell apart to split her furrow even more widely open to him. He groaned at the quivering femaleness of her fleshy cunt and nosed into the warmth of her crotch.
The sweet musk of her woman smell made his nostrils dilate hungrily. He breathed it in, blew his breath on the wet surface to stir it up and release still more of the delicious scent, and inhaled it again. He growled deep in his throat, then licked into the gash greedily, running his tongue over the slick flesh on the inner sides of the hairy lips.
"Yes," Denise whispered. "Now you've got me… right where I want you!" She moaned with passion as sensations tingled gloriously through her cunt and belly. "Eat me, Ross darling! Eat me like you did the last time… slow and wonderful!"
Vaguely, he recalled their last encounter in detail. He knew it had been thrilling for him; it always was with Denise. But how had he eaten her, specifically? Usually he played everything by ear; sex was better on impulse than by plan or scheme. Well, he would have to feel his way again; he at least had the clue that it had been a prolonged feast!
He took his time, letting his tongue trail over the surface of her box quite slowly, rather than tiring its muscles with tense maneuverings. Denise's gentle whimperings told him the technique was effective, so he continued it as he covered every nook and convolution of her pulsing quim.
She was oozing copiously, the sweet, musky scent filling his mind as he gathered its essence and carried it into his mouth. He grew impatient for a moment and placed his lips over her swat, then gave a good suck to gather all he could, letting his lips close inward to carry still more, like a circular squeegee.
Then he let his tongue wander upward and find the neglected little tip of her clit. It thrust proudly out to him, firm and erect in its little cloak. He twitted it and Denise moaned loudly. Her ass moved as its muscles tensed and relaxed with the thrill.