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This experience always reminds me of the old John Wayne film, but just the title. It happened in July, 1963 just a week after I had returned from six months active duty training with the South Dakota Army National Guard in California and Oklahoma and needed some sexual relief. I,d had a brief affair with a girl from Chicago in December, 1962, the lovely Karin Thompson, a passionate female who was insatiable the two weeks our affair lasted, but in January that had ended with my travelling to California and she couldn,t even be bothered to write me one letter. Women! Before I resumed my job at the local lumber yard I took some me time and took my self fishing to my secret fishing hole a remote spot on a small local creek known only to a few anglers who kept the location quiet. A very deep section of the creek was just right for small fish and the larger predators benefited. What was a bonus is that often it gets hot in South Dakota summers and lakes and ponds tend to dry up from either natural evaporation or careless farmers extracting too much water for their crops. This stream was unaffected because of its depth so even during long dry spells one could still catch fish leaving anglers no in the Know scratching their heads and trying to find the location. So I had to be careful to take a roundabout route to the spot as I knew some wanted to know the spot. No such problem that summer as there was still plenty of water from heavy snows during the winter and plentiful spring and early rain storms. Late July through early September were normally the problem months. The spot was located not far from a wooden plank bridge just wide enough for one vehicle to cross at a time, not enough for farm vehicles and not strong enough to support heavy trucks or tractors who had to travel so,e miles further down to a larger stronger bridge. There was a parking area adjacent to a farmer,s field just big enough to accommodate three cars. A gate had to be opened to gain access to the field where one could fish from the bank though the bank was subject to erosion and as the shape of the creek created a strong current the bank often washed away during snow melt in the spring so when you fished it there was no place to sit and one had to stand and watch your footing when playing a fish as the banks were fairly steep. Needless to say many fish were lost when lifting them up the bank and my father helped this by splicing an old bamboo fishing pole to the handle of a landing net to give a landing net with an eight foot length which reduced the losses significantly. Of course you can,t catch them all, but we lost far fewer using the net. This particular day had begun cloudy and cool as I drove to the tackle shop to purchase live minnows for bait and a few bits of lost tackle before taking the roundabout route to “my spot” arriving about 10:30 am. Once all my gear was unloaded I carried the lot into the field taking care to shut the gate as the farmer who lived less than a mile away checked it often and had no qualms about ejecting careless fishermen who let his cattle out of his field. The cattle rarely bothered people as they preferred the far end of the field where the grass was more plentiful. Tackled up with live minnow now we n my hook I got as close to the water as the bank would allow and cast my line into the deep channel which was about twenty yards wide here letting the sinker take bait down to about six inches off the bottom. I watched the red and white bobber indicator as the current carried it down the stream when suddenly the indicator ducked under the surface and I struck to set the hook. Rod in one hand and landing net in the other I guided the fine three pound largemouth bass into the net and lifted it up the bank and minutes later it was swimming free chained to my metal stringer awaiting more “finny customers”. Within a few hours I had half a dozen other fish on the stringer and decided to break for lunch so headed back to my car where my sandwiches and drink were keeping cool surprised to find another car parked beside mine, surprised the occupant hadn,t come to see how I was doing or tried fishing. It was then I realised the occupant was female and she seemed to be asleep, but as I got nearer I could see she was totally naked except for a bright yellow ribbon worn in her red hair. She was rather beautiful, eyes closed, breasts large with big nipples which I could plainly see, but her hands were below her waist. When I got next to her car she still seemed oblivious to my presence, the fingers of her right hand working at her thick fiery red pubic mound and the fleshy lips below. My cock sprung to attention at the erotic sight and at that moment she opened her eyes, but carried on fiddling her delectable pussy. “Hi” She sighed. “You,ve Got me dead to rights! I,m as Horny as that Bull in the next field!” “Need some help there?” was all I could think of in response. “I sure can! Name,s Debbie by the way! Debbie Fletcher! Please excuse the fact I,m in my birthday suit?” “Don,t apologise as I love ladies in Birthday suits!” I told her. “In that case why don,t you show me yours, plenty of room in my back seat?” In the mean time she got out of her car and walked round to her trunk giving me a lovely view of her shapely arse and long legs before taking out an old blanket stored there. “I don,t like to get my seat covers all covered with cum!” she shrugged Matter -Of-factly. I wasted no time getting in my born in suit with my prick standing out like a rod of iron. “I,m so Fucking Horny I want you to just stick your Cock straight in my cunt and Fuck Me Like a Real Whore?” she groaned as she lay back on the blanket with legs wide open. Never wanting to disappoint a female I did just that, but it seemed to be a switch that turned her motor on as she began to move under me using her cunt muscles to squeeze and milk me while she pressed her lips to mine using her tongue to suck mime, her hands running up and down my back trying to pull me in even deeper. “Come on Lover. Go Faster and Deeper! I can Take It!” She groaned instructions as she met me thrust for thrust. As hot as Debbie was I wanted our fuck to last, but there was no way it would as she wanted my cum in her snatch badly and soon got what she wanted cooing with gratitude like a loved up wood pigeon. She even let me have some of her lunch before deciding she wanted to taste my heavy semen and sucked me off swallowing every drop. We dressed and she even joined me for some fishing and between the two of us we secured our daily bag limits in a few hours, time for another fuck then she kissed me goodbye but promised to be there again the next day. I couldn,t believe my luck as I later cleaned the fish and looked forward to our next hot session. TBC
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