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The sun had yet to rise when I rolled out of my empty bed. The bitch, I mean my wife had left yesterday to spend a couple of weeks with her sister in Boston so I planned to start my brief freedom with some fishing. If I’m really lucky the cute little black girl will be down at the lake again. My dick stared to get hard at the memory of her cute round ass and the way it jiggled as I’d bent her over the tailgate of my truck and fucked her silly. I resisted the urge to jack off and grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt. After getting dressed I poured a big travel mug with coffee and loaded the cooler with a six pack.
I loaded up my old truck with my fishing gear and the cooler and made my way to the lake with a big shit eating grin on my face. It was starting out to be a great day, the weather was perfect, I was going fishing and the bitch was a thousand miles away. The small parking lot by the lake was empty when I pulled in with my beat up old Ford so I grabbed a spot close to the woods and gathered my stuff. It was a short walk to the small clearing where I’d met her last time, what the hell was her name again? It was one of those weird black names that sounded like it was just made up. Latisha that was it.
I set up my gear and cast my line out. The bobber made a satisfying splash as it hit the still water of the lake just as the sun peeked out from behind the trees on the other side. The birds were chirping in the trees around me and across the lake a bass jumped from the water and landed with a splash. An old Travis Tritt song popped in my head as I took it all in, it was certainly looking like it was a great day to be alive.
I sat back on the shore and watched my bobber pretty much not do anything while I drank my coffee and enjoyed being away from the wife. My coffee was just about gone when my bobber suddenly dove beneath the water. I jumped up and grabbed my pole to set the hook but the fish was already gone. Oh well, I thought as I reeled in my line and baited the now empty hook. I just cast my line back out when I heard footsteps behind me in the woods.
“Good morning Jim”, I heard her familiar voice call out to me as I turned to see her emerging from the woods. “Sneak out before the wife got up again?”
“Nope, she’s gone up north for a couple of weeks”, I replied with a grin as I watched her bend over to set down her tackle box. Her black yoga shorts stretched across her ass invitingly.
“I was wondering if I was going to see you here again”, she stated as she came over and wrapped her arms around me in a hug.
“I have to say, I was hoping that you’d come fishing today”, I admitted hugging her back and wondering if I should try to kiss her. When she looked up at me with her brown eyes half closed I figured fuck it and bent my head down. Her full lips tasted again of cherry lip gloss as our mouths met and we kissed.
We broke our lip lock and she went over and baited her hook and cast out her line. We sat on the bank talking about things that had happened during the month or so since we’d met and watched our bobbers just floating in the still waters of the lake. After a little while I grabbed a couple of beers from the cooler and offered her one.
She opened her beer and laughed, “Is this where you try to get me drunk and take advantage of me again?”
I took a sip and answered, “Yup that was kind of the plan.”
She took a deep pull of her beer and smiled back at me. We fished some more and drank our beers. Finally she looked over at me and said, “It doesn’t look like the fish are going to bite today.”
“Yeah”, I agreed, “besides, we’re out of beer.”
We packed up our gear and walked back to my truck to go get some more beer. As we drove towards the store she looked over at me shyly and asked, “So your wife is out of town?”
I confirmed that she was and added that I had a fridge full of beer at the house if she wanted to come home with me. She nodded yes so I turned the truck around and headed to the house. My dick was already stirring at the implication. This really was turning out to be a great day. As I drove I reached down and rubbed the smooth skin of her thigh.
“Well, this is it”, I told her as I pulled into the driveway. We got out of the truck and made our way inside my modest two bedroom home.
“Nice house”, she said as I led her into the living room.
“Thanks”, I replied then suggested that she have a seat on the couch while I got us some beer from the refrigerator in the garage. My mind was racing with thoughts of the young girl in my living room as I got the beers. I came back and sat down next to her. We each took a sip and set our cans down on the coffee table before turning into each other’s arms and kissing deeply. She rubbed my back while we kissed and I ran my hand up her side until I reached the swell of her soft boob.
“Mmmm”, she moaned into my mouth as I played with her young tit through her Minnie Mouse t-shirt. She pulled back from me just long enough to yank her shirt up over her head and off. Her plain white bra contrasted sharply against her dark skin as she reached behind her back and unhooked the clasp. Hunching her shoulders she let it fall into her lap revealing her small breasts. I leaned forward and took one of her puffy brown nipples into my mouth and suckled on it like a baby while she held my face hard against her chest. “I’ve been thinking about this ever since you fucked me by the creek.”
I pulled away from her delicious tits and stripped of my t-shirt and kicked off my sneakers. I undid my belt and my shorts and let them fall to the floor followed by my fruit of the looms. As I undressed she got up and peeled off her skin tight yoga shorts revealing her tiny pink thong. She slipped it off next allowing it to drop to her ankles and showing me her black furred pussy. Now naked I gently pushed her back down onto the couch and kissed her deeply. I kissed and licked my way down to her wonderful brown titties and sucked on her firm nipples as she squirmed and moaned below me. Kneeling on the floor between her legs I kissed my way down her quivering belly until my lips reached the top of her wiry black bush.
“What are you doing”, she asked as I kissed the inside of one thigh and then the other.
“I’ve been wanting to eat your pussy for weeks now”, I explained then licked the split between her swollen outer lips. She was already very wet and I was rewarded with some of the best pussy nectar that I’d ever tasted.
“Oh shit”, she swore as I licked her hairy twat. “My old boyfriend ain’t never done that.”
I answered by spreading her lips with my thumbs and running my tongue across the sweet pink meat inside. Her body shook as I teased her with my mouth. I sucked her clit into my mouth and slid my hand down to slide two fingers into her dripping wet hole. “Oh fuck”, she hissed as I fingered her pussy in a come here type motion while nibbling on her clit. It didn’t take long before she was squirming on the couch gasping for air as she came. When she did I lapped up her flowing ambrosia.
After her orgasm began to subside I untangled her legs from around my neck and kissed my way back up her luscious body until our lips met in a passionate kiss. “Why don’t we go to the bedroom where we can be more comfortable”, I suggested.
“I’d feel funny doing it in your wife’s bed”, she replied.
It wouldn’t have bothered me, it’s not like we had sex in there anyway. “I have a guest room so no problem.”
She was good with that so I led her back to the seldom used spare bedroom. It was a smaller room and sparingly decorated but it did have a queen sized bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to grab my hard cock. She used it to pull me over in front of her. I stood there while she stroked my cock softly and stared at it as if she were inspecting it. Tentatively she lowered her face down and kissed the tip. She kept her lips on my knob for a moment like she was debating whether to let it in. Slowly her lips parted and she sucked a couple of inches into her warm wet mouth. Clearly inexperienced she began to bob her head up and down, every now and then getting a little too ambitious and making herself gag. She looked up at me with her deep brown eyes as if seeking approval. Approval hell, this was the first blowjob that I’d had in years, the bitch certainly wouldn’t suck my dick, even when we did get frisky, all she did was lay there with her legs spread as if it were just another chore.
“Damn you are sexy as hell”, I told her, “but if you keep that up I’m going to cum.”
She seemed to smile around the dick in her mouth and sucked me even harder. I wasn’t lying about going to cum, already I could feel my balls starting to tighten. As she kept bobbing her mouth up and down my drool slickened cock I was rapidly approaching the point of no return. “Oh fuck”, I swore and warned her that I was going to cum. I expected her to pull away like my wife used to do back when she would actually suck my dick. Tanisha however just sucked me in deeper just as the first blast of my sauce filled her mouth. Her chubby cheeks puffed out until after a couple of shots she swallowed hard and kept sucking my seed from my cock until finally I had to pull her away from my sensitive head.
“Damn girl”, I gasped as I collapsed onto the bed beside her, “That was amazing.”
“Thank you”, she smiled demurely.
“No, thank you.”
She looked down at my now soft dick and I assured her that it would get hard again, but it might take a while. I’m not as young as I used to be.
I offered to get us a couple of cold beers since the ones that we’d forgotten in the living room were probably warm by now. I got up and strolled naked through the house and into the garage. When I returned she had found the TV remote and was scrolling through the pay per view porn selection.
“This one looks cool”, she told me as she hit play. The film was titled, “Gangbanged by Grandpa.”
“Okay”, I thought as she idly stroked my cock and watched as the three guys took turns fucking the young redheaded maid’s mouth, pussy and asshole. I reached down over her soft belly and played with her hot wet cunt as the movie played. By the time the old dudes were painting the girls chest with unbelievable amounts of creamy white semen I was hard as a rock.
When the next scene started she looked at me with hungry eyes and said, “What a lucky girl.” This one featured a young black girl surrounded by another five or six old geezers who were taking turns with all of her young holes. The girl even looked a little like Tanisha except for her shaven cunt. I’d never actually seen one shaved before except for the time the ol’ lady caught crabs from the toilet down at John’s Bar. At least that where she said that she got them.
“Why do you say that she’s lucky”, I asked, intrigued to say the least.
“Just look”, she answered with her eyes glued to the screen. “That bitch has all of those men just fucking her silly. No bullshit, just sex.”
This was an interesting twist, “Do you think about getting gangbanged by a bunch of old white guys often”, I asked, the wheels in my mind already turning.
“Sometimes”, she answered demurely as she bent down to lick the bead of pre-cum from my knob yet keeping her head at an angle that allowed her to watch the action on the TV. At this point the girl had a dick in her mouth, one in each hand and another old timer pounding her pussy. She sucked me softly while we both watched the action on the screen as one by one the old men used the girls various holes and shot their seed into her dripping snatch. By the time that they were done the cum was oozing from her sloppy hole and running down across her gaping asshole. It was so hot that I nearly filled Tanisha’s mouth with a second load of my jizz and had had to pull her off of my prick before it was too late.
I pulled her on top of me and kissed her, her mouth responded hungrily and her hairy crotch ground against my meat. She positioned her dripping gash at the head of my prick and pushed down onto my pole. Her tight young pussy gripped at my shaft as it pushed deeper into its heavenly depths and a low cry of pleasure escaped her lips. She sat up and rolled her wide hips, sliding my prick in and out of her hot wet cunt while I played with her small firm brown titties. “You like having an old white cock up in your cunt?”
“I love yours”, she sighed as she fucked her velvety sheath up and down on my dick.
I looked down and truly wished that I had a better view of my cock slipping into her young pussy behind the rise of my beer belly. I rolled her over onto her back and slid back in. The view was much better now and could witness the contrast of my pale white cock as it penetrated her black hair lined pussy. Now kneeling between her silky brown thighs I played with her clit as I pounded my prick into the steamy depths of her teenaged cunt.
I could feel her hot wet canal begin to squeeze my shaft as her breath became shallow and her orgasm began to sweep over her. “Oh, fuck yeah”, she groaned and fucked back against me. “Oh, oh, oh”, she squealed as her young body convulsed in orgasmic tremors.
As this sweet young black pussy gripped and milked my cock I fought back the urge to cum but it was a losing battle. “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum”, I warned her and prepared to pull out but she answered by wrapping her strong legs around my ass holding me inside as I was drawn too far and my balls began to pump their content up through my shaft. Held tight against her cunt I pushed in as far as I could go and erupted into her young womb. Each rope of my cum made my body shake as I filled her young womb with my seed. “Uhgg, fuck”, I croaked with my release, at that moment I didn’t care about the consequences, only the primal need to deposit my sperm into this tight young pussy. It was afterward when I pulled my deflating cock from her swampy cunt that I thought about what I had just done. When I pulled my shriveling member from her sweet brown pussy and saw the creamy white evidence of my discharge oozing from her hole I panicked a little until she cooed that she had wanted this and that she was safe. Evidently, as I learned later, her mother had caught her with her old boyfriend and put her on the pill.
I rolled off of her sweaty young body and lay with her in my arms as we both recovered from our coupling and watched the last scene from the movie, this time it was a cute blonde being fucked by a group of older black guys. She was pretty hot with small tits and a puffy shaved pussy which would have certainly gotten me hard were it not for the workout the young girl in my arms had given it. The clip was pretty hot but we were more interested in enjoying each other’s closeness, or at least I was.
As the credits rolled across the screen I once again thought of her comments about fantasizing about being gangbanged and asked as I kissed her sweaty brow, “ Do you really want to have a bunch of old guys like that girl did?”
She seemed to think a moment before answering that that she did but still seemed a little apprehensive so I let it go. We lay there for a little bit silently enjoying the post coitus glow before I suggested that we shower and get some lunch. I showed her to the bathroom and where the towels were then went back to the bed while she cleaned up. While she showered I thought about her fantasy and schemed. When she emerged from the bath I got in and quickly washed off before joining her in the bedroom. We dressed figuring that my seventy year old nosey neighbors would appreciate it. I went out to the garage to grab some burgers from the fridge before heading out to the grill out back. I cooked the burgers while she through some fries in the Fry Daddy.
As we ate at my old dining room table I asked if she really wanted to be fucked by a bunch of old farts like myself. She laughed and said that while she didn’t consider me an old fart, but yes she did. I explained to her that I thought that I could make that happen. Her eyes got real big and she asked how so I explained that a few of my buddies were coming over the next day to watch the NASCAR race since I had the house to myself.
“Would your friends really like to do that with me”, she asked.
“I know that I want to”, I assured her with a kiss across the table.
“Yeah, but you’re just a horny old cracker”, she replied playfully.
“So are my friends”, I laughed.
We talked about it some more and finally she agreed. My buddies are going to owe me big time I thought to myself as we finished the latest round of beers and our burgers. We worked out the logistics of our little surprise for my drinking buddies. I offered to pick her up in the morning but she countered that might be awkward so we agreed that she’s tell her parents that she was spending the night with her girlfriend. A couple of phone calls later it was settled.
Back inside we chilled on the couch watching old movies and drinking beer for most of the afternoon. I cooked us a couple of steaks for dinner while she tossed us a salad. After dinner it was back up to the guest room for a little more fun before bedtime. As I held her knees to her chest pounding my prick into her tight pussy she surprised me by asking, “Can you…uhg…put it into…uhg… my butt?”
That stopped me in my tracks, “You want me to fuck your ass”, and I asked to confirm that I’d heard her right. I’d never had a girl ask for that before, in fact the closest that I’d ever come to having anal was back when the wife and I used to have sex and it slipped into the wrong hole by mistake.
“Yes, please fuck my asshole”, she asked again. “I want you to be the first one in my butt before your friends try to do it tomorrow.”
I guess that made sense, so I pulled out of her hot cunt and went to the bathroom to find some lube. I came back with a small jar of Vaseline and climbed back onto the bed and between her legs. I pushed her knees back up against her chest and while she held them there I greased up my shaft and spread a little around her puckered brown asshole. I even pushed a little inside of her tight ass with my finger. She gasped at the intrusion but the moaned her approval. Having lubed her up as best that I could I grabbed my greasy cock and lined up with her virgin ass. At first I wasn’t sure that it was going to fit but then suddenly the head pressed through her ring and about two inched of my prick was now inside her. She groaned loudly and her face glistened with sweat as it twisted with pain so I tried to keep still and let her stretch. After a moment she nodded and I slowly pushed the rest of my meat into her extremely tight ass. Again I gave her a moment to adjust before gently sawing my prick in and out of her shitter, it was the most amazing thing that I’d ever felt.
I pumped my shaft into her with more and more urgency as the cum began to boil in my swinging sack. Finally I could take no more and with a couple final hard thrusts I buried my meat as deep into her colon as I could reach and shot my load. “Jesus fucking Christ”, I swore as I emptied my nuts into her gut. I pulled my deflating dick from her ass and collapsed on the bed beside her. I had intended to take a quick shower afterwards but evidently fell asleep. I dreamed of my little black girlfriend and of the fun that awaited the following afternoon.

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Fishing with worms

I picked a lake near my home that had a lot of open space as well as a lot of secluded coves concealed by canyon walls: which I had found in the past were great for bass fishing. With my cooler stocked and fishing poles and tackle loaded, I headed out across the lake. I drove for about twenty minutes just loosening up the engine and then headed for one of the coves a way back from the main lake which I had a lot of luck fishing in the past. As I pulled into the cove and slowed down, I saw a...

3 years ago
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Another Fishing trip

The ringing of the alarm dragged me up out of a drunken sleep at four thirty in the morning. I lay there staring at the clock and wondering why it was ringing at this time. It was nearly one when I had fallen into bed after closing the bar. That rang a small bell in my hazy mind. I had promised someone I would take them fishing but for the life of me I couldn't remember who. I slapped the clock to kill the alarm that wasn't helping my head a bit and swung my feet to the floor. Coffee would be...

2 years ago
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Fishing for Trouble

This chapter starts out in the early spring. Kim has moved away to live with her aunt in another state where she will have her baby that she gives up for adoption. It is spring break for John and me both. John is going away with his dad on a week long fishing trip. He and I stood in the driveway waiting for his dad to come out. “Janet you do know I would rather spend my spring break with you.” “But I could not tell my dad no on going on this fishing trip,” John explained as he stood there...

1 year ago
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Great Day of fishing with my two Neices

Introduction: Uncle and his two neices go out to fish and he ends up catching more than he thought he would It was a lazy Sunday. I was kind of bored so I figured I would see if my two nieces wanted to go fishing since I knew they both enjoyed the outdoors. I called my brother and asked what they were up to today. He said they were just sitting around the house and doing nothing. I offered to come and pick them up and take them out for the day. He readily agreed since he and his wife had not...

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Nymph Fishing

Off the bus, down the metal steps, onto the warm concrete. It was hot, but the wind was cool, coming in waves, ruffling my hair, ruffling my clothes. The heavy smell of petrol hit me heavily as the bus trundled away down the gravel path. The rumbling slowly disappeared behind the trees, leaving me standing in silence in the woods with my hiking bag on my back and my pole and reel hanging off my shoulder. There were trees all around; tall and brown and straight, no leaves near their base, the...

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Fishing in Canada

Since my husband and I both enjoy fishing, we checked the WEB for somewhere to go this summer.  North Carolina has some nice lakes but decided we wanted something more exciting where a person can catch fish in clean waters.  A friend of my husband who belongs to a sportsman club suggested we check into fishing in Canada where many lakes are loaded with fish.  He suggested an area in upper Ontario where they will fly people into a lake for a week.  We checked their website and decided that was...

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New Orleans Conference fishing trip

New Orleans - The fishing tripBy Barbara This paragraph summarizes part 1 of my New Orleans Conference. Monday morning began the meetings till early afternoon then free time until the Awards Dinner at 5. I received two of the three awards my branch won and afterwards my group hung out in the bar drinking and some dancing. I was unaware of a “black light” causing my long yellow dress to appear as a very transparent veil allowing my tits and pussy to be easily seen through my sheer sexy...

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Sadistic Predator and the Preachers Kid 1 Just Fishing

Michael was in his mid 40s. He was amazed and relieved to be in his new country and his new community in a place that somewhat reminded him of his homeland Germany. Now he was in Tennessee close to the mountains he loved and more importantly in the country away from any big city and more importantly away from any large law enforcement agency that might look a little too close at his past. He believed he deserved a new chance to put his crimes behind him and get a fresh start. He was stunned by...

1 year ago
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Ice Fishing

We were almost there. I was looking forward to staying in the ice fishing hut... fishing... drinking beer, and just kicking back for the weekend. It was just Jason and myself... we tried talking our wives (Jenn and Karen) into coming with us, but they decided to go to a spa for the weekend instead... go figure. I was glad Jason and I were still able to get along as friends, with no underlying issues, reguardless of what we have done with our wives, eachother, and eachothers wives over the past...

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1 year ago
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The Ice Fishing Trip

We were almost there. A trip I had been planning to take for years now. I was looking forward to staying in the ice fishing hut... fishing... drinking beer, and just kicking back for the weekend. It was just Jason and myself... we tried talking our wives (Jenn and Karen) into coming with us, but they decided to go to a spa for the weekend instead... go figure. I was glad Jason and I were still able to get along as friends, with no underlying issues, reguardless of what we have done with our...

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3 years ago
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The Art of Good Fishing

The Art of Good Fishing, © Spitman October 2000 It was a fine sunny afternoon in May, and the beach was pretty crowded fora day so early in the season, but it was rather warm for the time of year,with very little wind and a cloudless sky. Donna lay on her beach towel with her bikini top unfastened, enjoying thefeel of the sun on her back. Others more adventurous, dispensed with theirskimpy bikini tops, offering an impressive display of breasts proudly bared,to the warm rays of the sun, not to...

4 years ago
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Great Day of fishing with my two Neices

Before I get anymore in depth, let me describe myself and my nieces. I am Matt, 25, 6’4” and of average weight. I have blue eyes and brown hair and try to keep in shape by working out every other day. My oldest niece (Olivia) is 16 years old, blonde hair, green eyes and skinny weighing about 125 pounds and probably 5’10”. She is on the cheerleading squad and def has the figure for it. My other niece is Liz and she is 11 years old. She is 4’10” brown hair, brown eyes and about 80 pounds. Both...

3 years ago
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My Hot Day Fishing

I'm a 48 year old male, who loves to fish. Less than a quarter mile down the road from my home is a stocked river which is generally packed with like minded folks on the weekends. The road on which I live crosses the river via a thirty foot long two lane country bridge. There are low leaning trees on either side which along with the bridge itself cast a cool quite shade on the cement footings twenty feet below the roadway. This is my usual afternoon get away during the week, as I have it all to...

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4 years ago
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A Little Fishy Gone Fishing ch 1

Kyle Richardson came from a very conservative family. The open-minded, free-spirited women he dated in college would have been considered sluts in his parent's eyes. But he didn't care what they thought. Kyle was born with good looks and knew how to charm the ladies. He would much rather have an experienced woman that might teach him a thing or two than a virtuous virgin any day.He'd had his fair share of conquests. One-night stands. Friends with benefits. He even had a few long-term...

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Fishing

A while ago, my son asked if he could go fishing with his friend Laurie and her mother. I had met Laurie before, a very cute blonde haired girl the same age as my son. I thought it was odd going fishing with her and her mom and I asked him about that. He told me that Laurie’s mom was a real outdoorsy type. She loved camping, hiking and fishing.  The day after his fishing trip, he told me more about their fishing adventure and about Stephanie and how “cool” he thought she was. He went on and on...

4 years ago
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The Day My Wife Agreed To Let A Man Fishing Fuck H

I was still married to my first wife, Candice, when we went on a trip to Bozeman Mt. We had been married eight years. It was 1982, and we were both in our mid 20's at that time. My wife was a stay at home Mom, and for the last 4 years or so, I had been working non stop to keep us ahead financially. I was due a two week vacation, and to help us out her parents took the k**s to Europe with them. So we took advantage of the freedom to visit some friends in Montana, whom we haven't seen in years....

2 years ago
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The fishing trip

It all started when my BF and I booked a holiday to Cancun in Mexico. As much as I loved him I sometimes found him a bit lacking in excitement especially on holidays. As much as I like sunbathing I also like to do things. Anyway I was trying to get him to take me on a trip and all he did was moan that they were boring or too much money so I had almost given up hope.In the resort there were lots of Americans who were usually loud but friendly. One of the guys was quite friendly and seemed nice...

3 years ago
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Fishing For Fun

I love getting away from all the city stresses mainly by going for walks in the deep countryside. Away from the hustle and bustle of city life. Away from the noise and the pressure. As a family we would walk for miles but now, as the kids have grown and moved on, it’s just my wife and me out on these rambles. Normally that is, but this time she was shopping with her sister in the city so I was alone. I’d left the car in the car park, map in hand, and headed into the hills. After a couple of...

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4 years ago
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Fishing For Fun

I love getting away from all the city stresses mainly by going for walks in the deep countryside. Away from the hustle and bustle of city life. Away from the noise and the pressure. As a family we would walk for miles but now, as the k**s have grown and moved on, it’s just my wife and me out on these rambles. Normally that is, but this time she was shopping with her sister in the city so I was alone. I’d left the car in the car park, map in hand, and headed into the hills. After a couple of...

2 years ago
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The Fishing Spot

When I was in my late teens, I used to spend many a summer's day fishing for trout beside the river that circled around the outside of the town. My favourite spot was a 30 minute bike-ride from home, in a clearing down from the parking lot and bike path. It was great exercise getting there and back 3 or 4 times a week, kept me in good shape and put a healthy tan on my skin.There were a number of regulars like myself who I would see from time to time and we were all on a somewhat friendly...

4 years ago
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Gone Fishing

Gone fishing and getting treated as a sissy It started on a weeklong fishing trip when I was 19 years old with 6 of my friends. After we got to the lake and set up camp it was time to grab the beer coolers and the fishing poles for a couple of hours of intince worm drowning. When it started to get dark it was time to quit and head back to camp for food when we got there it was time to figure out who was going to be the camp BITCH! (all the cooking and cleaning) and since Jim's...

2 years ago
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Fishing

I was born into a family that loved fishing. To be more specific, my older brother Drake and father Alvin were crazy about fishing. They tried everything in their power to get me hooked on this terrible hobby, but I simply hated it. Fortunately, my mother Rose was my protector in this regard, and although small of stature she was not to be messed with.Much to Alvin’s regret, I was a real ‘indoors’ kind of guy, something he and Drake found very hard to understand. I also think my smaller...

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3 years ago
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BECOMING THE SECRET FISHING CAMP PRINCESS

BECOMING THE SISSIFIED FISHING CAMP PRINCESS!!!!!!!! Between being raised by a strict single parent mother, and living far out the boondocks of a small remote New Hampshire country town, my life was different than that of the other town boys.. Yes homework and then houseword were all I ever seemed to be doing. By fully LEGAL age 18, I was a good three to four years younger in mental developement as my mom was super protective of me, I was also still the physical size of most jr.high school boys...

3 years ago
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A Fishing Tail

A few years ago, I had been dating this girl, Linda, for a few months, and we had been getting along real well, but although she seemed to like me, we kissed, a little bit of tongue, that was as far as she had let it go. I was getting a little bit frustrated to say the least.One day I asked her if she would like to go fishing in my boat. I have a 23 foot Pro-Line cuddy cabin which is set up for off-shore fishing. To my surprise she said she had never been and she would like to try it. I picked...

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4 years ago
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Fishing surprise

I got out of work at lunchtime and wife works til 6 so I hurried home lifted the fishing rod and went for a few hours fishing to my usual secret spot over at a small river 1 across fields behind my house, its a bend on river then enters a forest which is overgrown noone goes there so very private, I was fishing away and heard someone talking I went to see and could only see a dog so never worried and continued, I fished for around 10 minutes at that spot then moved down into forest part when I...

2 years ago
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Fishing Partner

My son has a cock that measures seven and three quarters in girth and ten and a half inches in length. I know. I measured it one evening as I playfully sucked his cock. Chris isn't actually my son. He is my husband's son. But, he has always called me mom.Today Chris is twenty-four and I'm forty-seven.Chris and I don't date. We are more like each other's booty call. We have an agreement that fits us well. I'm not saying we don't sneak off on occasions for a weekend getaway or something like...

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3 years ago
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The Fishing Trip

Sissy and I grew up in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. We were like most kids in the world, a happy family. We were blessed with loving parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles. I don't really have any bad memories as a child, except for one. When my sister was four and I was five, our mom died. It was unexpected. We were just a couple of kids playing in the bathtub, me with my plastic police boat, and Sissy with her floating frog. Her frog was always the sea monster that sunk my police boat....

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Who Are YouChapter 12 First Fishing Trip

Friday, July 20th, 2012 Today started like yesterday with more lovemaking until Carin fell asleep. I puttered around the house then went and bought some fishing gear, some drinks, and snacks for on the lake tonight. Carin had a nice cooler, so that was taken care of. I talked with Alan and he said he would release Christine to Jesus if my insurance agent released it too. I negotiated a price that I thought was fair for the vehicle and they sold it to Jesus for $900.00. That was about all it...

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Long Day of Fishing

I left home early after filling my mom in on my plans - Fishing with James and a couple of his friends, coming home and spending the night at his place, so as not to wake her up coming in. James, being the good kid she met at church, who was further approved by my aunt who knew him, had no problem letting me go out and spend the night. We were out on the river bright and early with lunch, beer, and fishing gear loaded into the flat bottom boats. It was a hot summer day and the river was...

2 years ago
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fishing freddie

We had just moved house,my mum nad dad and me and my younger brother,we had moved to a little village in the north of england 7miles from the nearest town.the first few weeks my brother and i were on school holidays so we went exploring our new surrondings.i was fifteen at the time and he was 13 and we were very keen fisherman which was lucky for us as we found we were very close to the river.after we had been there a week or so we decided to go fishing and as usual we got up at 5oclock the...

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The Fishing Trip

Introduction:A broken boat motor extended our five day fishing trip into one of idyllic isolation.I woke up to the sounds of my father having a bad dream, he was huffing and grunting as if he were fighting or working hard; it scared me because I never heard it before. I listened as he moved around on his bed for a few minutes, restless with the dream then he groaned a long sigh and fell silent. I laid awake on my side of the thin wall for a few minutes until I decided his dream was done then...

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Gone Fishing

GONE FISHING BY JANICE My name is Bert, I am fifteen years old and live with my mother who is pretty self-involved and usually has no time for me, so when our neighbor, Mr. Martin wants to take me fishing every so often, she is glad to get rid of me. I look forward to these weekends because I have more fun than I ever would if I really went fishing. This will be explained as the story goes on. Mr. Martin picked me up at nine am. It took us a little over an hour to get to where...

4 years ago
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Fishing Fun

We both live in the same suburb so I stopped by his place early in the morning on the way to the boat ramp, Dane his 17 year old son had decided to come with me so he got in my car and off we went. When we got on the water it was cool in the early morning sun, I had shorts on under track pants and a jacket on over a T shirt so I was okay but Dane had on jeans and only a T shirt so I lent him one of my spare jackets to keep warm. As normal we headed out to slightly different spots on the bay...

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fishing trip with daddies

I am 18 , just turn last week, I work at National park for the whole weekendits a ice job, i go around in my golf cart helping people aroundI was lucky enought to be a fishing guide this summer so i get to fish and dont need to deal with garbage and cleaning of the parkthe group of older mixed guys in their 50s were so cool with me , I spent the day driking beer and fishing with themuntil it was dawn and all 4 were getting a bit drunk and weird with meslapping my little ass in my swimsuit...

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