© 2002

Chapter 1

I went by to pick up my buddy, Fred, to go fishing. We liked to get out once in a while and sit in the boat, telling lies and drinking beer. Fred was a nice enough guy and we had good times together, but the best part of fishing with Fred was the time spent around his sexy wife and equally sexy daughter. Just to watch them from the corner of my eye for the few minutes before we left and the usual cup of coffee after we got back was worth the whole day.

Fred's wife, Connie, was just my size. I mean she was just exactly the size that made my dick hard. I'm six feet and she is about 5' 2", with dark hair and flashing eyes. Just a glimpse of her makes my dick dance. I can't help wondering what it would be like to ram the whole damn thing up that hot little snatch of hers and go for the gusto.

The only thing that stops me from trying to see if she might be willing is my relationship with Fred. (Not that kind!) If Fred got pissed at me for making a pass at his wife, I wouldn't get to come over and lust after his women. He was my free pass to a lot of fantasies that kept my dick hard many nights, just remembering the way their bodies move.

Oh, didn't I mention his cheerleader daughter? When they built that shithouse, there weren't any bricks left over. She was one of those girls who is so fucking perfect that it hurts your eyes to look at her. Just trying to imagine what aspect of her you would change if you had the opportunity is enough to make you cry.

Unlike a lot of women who seem to regard an appreciative glance as an infringement on their copyright, both Connie and Julie seemed to truly enjoy my eyes boring into their asses. Without overt acknowledgment of any kind, they would somehow manage to preen and pose for me whenever they were in sight, and always gave me the impression that they enjoyed my looking as much as I enjoyed it.

Julie looked even darker than her mother, which always made me wonder if Fred had a little help in the genetic department. Julie's dark good looks didn't appear to have stemmed from African genes as much as, maybe, French Canadian. Those Canadiennes can produce some extremely beautiful women and just maybe Julie was one. On the other hand, as far as I knew, Fred's mother could have looked just like Julie. Oh well, all that really mattered was how much she made me want to try to make up for waiting 18 years for her to become legal game.

We were loading the truck when Connie came out to the garage.

"You're going to have to take Julie fishing with you, today. I have plans for this afternoon."

She had approached us from my back and leaned around me to speak to Fred, who was up in the camper. Her firm tits were trying to climb over the top of her loose fitting chemise sort of top and one of them was rubbing against the back of my arm. I tried to move just enough to feel the touch of her tit flesh against my arm. She casually draped her hand on my butt as she leaned in.

I looked down and could see the edge of her nipple, down the open flap of her top. It was obvious that she knew I was checking her out, because she leaned over a little further, just enough to let her top fall away to reveal the entire erect nipple to my greedy eyes. Her hand brushed lightly across my ass cheeks.

Well, hell! If it was good enough for her, it was good enough for me. I returned the favor by grabbing one of her cheeks.

Fred was way back in the camper, stowing stuff in one of the overhead bins and couldn't see us at all. I got a little bolder and expanded my exploration of his wife's ass by rubbing it very lovingly, all over. When Connie only seemed to enjoy what I was doing, I gradually got bolder and bolder. My hand went further down, to stroke her upper thighs and tested her reaction to my fingers lightly touching her crotch.

Assuming that her moan meant she didn't mind if I went ahead, I did. Her hand was now inside the waistband of my shorts and reaching lower. As my heart beat faster and faster, I wondered where this was leading.

Fred was still intent on his packing and hadn't bothered to respond.

"Did you hear me, Fred? I said you guys will have to take Julie with you today."

"Yeah. I heard you", he answered gruffly. "What kind of plans did you have?"

Connie was now dry humping my leg. "Oh, you know. Just plans. Hope you don't mind".

My hand was now really going to town on Connie's ass. Every time she said the word "plans", her crotch would push back against my hand and wiggle against it.

I was wondering if I had the balls to unzip my shorts and give Connie something to play with, right there behind her husband's back, when I felt the pressure on the back of my hand.

For a moment, I froze, trying to understand what it could be. Connie's head was in my line of sight, so I couldn't see what or who was behind her.

Then Julie spoke up. "Hope you don't mind, Dad. Just think of me as your designated driver. You and Unka Howie can drink all the beer you want without having to watch for cops all the way home.

It was Julie who had my hand trapped against her mother's ass! How much had she seen? What did it matter? There was damn little doubt about the fact that I was seriously groping her mother's ass in broad daylight, a few feet from her father. Then a further realization struck me. The back of my hand doesn't have the same degree of feeling as my fingers, so it took a while to realize that it was Julie's crotch against the back of my hand, pressing it into her mother's ass.

My back already realized that it was Julie's firm tit that was pressing into it, just left of the spot where her mother's tit was burning a hole in my arm.

Had I died and gone to heaven? Was I hallucinating? What kind of relationship did Julie have with her mother that allowed the two of them to make a sandwich with my arm as the hot dog? Was I going to cum in my shorts? (These and many other questions will be answered shortly, dear reader. Just hang in there. In case you are impatiently asking, "just where the fuck is the incest", bear with me.)

I saw Connie's chemise flap open a little more and realized that Julie was cupping one of her mother's tits and rolling the nipple between her fingers. At the same time, her cunt was rhythmically forcing my fingers deeper between her mother's thighs.

Connie moaned softly and leaned her head against my shoulder as her body began to vibrate. Her fingers digging into my ass were a pretty good sign that she was getting off at the next stop.

Julie's breathing was pretty ragged, also. I won't even try to describe mine. All I knew was that if Mr. Ed didn't get out of the stall pretty soon, there was going to be a pretty unmistakable stench in the truck cab when we got on the road.

With one quick zip of my free hand, the whole damn thing came bursting out. It's a damn good thing I had worn undershorts. I shuddered to think what might have happened if there hadn't been some sort of protection between my zipper and my pride and joy.

My prick was no sooner waving in the breeze than both my companions stiffened. I don't think it was possible for me to get any stiffer, but I certainly shared their pain. Mother and daughter were very obviously shuddering through a couple of world class orgasms, so the least I could do was to join them.

My cum shot out in a long arc to splash against the wall of the camper shell, again and again. There was a wide, slick river of cum running down the wall. "Must clean that off before Fred comes out", I thought to myself.

What had never crossed my mind was the possibility that Connie would drop to her knees and clean the remainder of my cum from the drooping remains of the place where it came from.

Julie stepped up into the camper door, blocking Fred's view while her mother sucked me dry. Her ass was sticking back into my face and when I didn't follow up immediately, she pushed it further back as an obvious invitation.

Who was I to disappoint a lady? My expectation of a long recovery process from my previous orgasm was shot to hell by Connie's talented tongue and Julie's offer of her sweet, sweet cheeks.

I pulled her shorts down and began to lick all that gorgeous flesh while she carried on a normal conversation with her father.

"You don't really mind if I come along, do you, Daddy?"

"Of course not, Baby. I guess I was being a little upset about your mother making plans without discussing them with me. That's all. It will be great to have you along. Two hairy asses getting drunk together is not all it's cracked up to be. You will brighten our day, I'm sure."

She was sure as hell brightening mine. I had pulled her shorts down far enough to have her in a bowling ball grip while they talked. Connie was going all the way down to the short hairs on me, while she scratched my balls. How much good stuff can a man take?

"Will you and Unka Howie teach me what you know?"

"Well, we don't claim to be the world's greatest fishermen, but we'll be glad to tell you what we know. Eh, Howie? Can you hand me the fishing tackle?"

My voice came out in a high pitched strangle. "Sure, Fred".

"You ok back there, Buddy?"

"Yeah, I'm all right. Just had something down my throat." I felt Connie squeeze my balls to remind me I was down her throat.

"Is Connie still out there?"

"Yeah, she's here somewhere."

"Well, ask her when she plans to get back."

I looked down expectantly at his wife who was doing such a great job on my prick.

She shook her head without taking her mouth off my lollypop.

"I can't hear what she's saying, but I think she's telling me she doesn't know."

Connie's head bobbed up and down in a different angle from the up and down she had been using to deep throat me.

"She's nodding her head, so I guess that's what she meant."

She nodded again and put one hand next to her ear.

"Now, she's indicating that you should call her later, I think."

Her nod nearly got the good stuff flowing again.

"Yeah, apparently that's what she meant. She's nodding her head. Now she's indicating that you should remember to take your cell phone and she will call you when her guests have left."

Connie gave me a big smile with her nod and drove a wet finger up my ass. I hope she was trying to get a mouthful of cum, because that's what she got.

"Julie, baby. Will you run get my cell phone for me? I forgot it. It's a good thing your mom reminded me. Wonder why she can't talk?"

"Sure, Dad. Just a minute. I've got some questions I want to ask you before we leave. Mom had something in her mouth and couldn't talk, so Unka Howie was translating for her."

"Oh. Ok, so what do you want to know?"

"Will there be a good place for me to sunbathe while you fish? I want to work on my tan."

"Sure. Bring your tanning oil. Don't forget a towel. The boat surface can get pretty hot on bare skin. You'll be able to swim around the boat, too, so bring your suit."

Julie was running out of questions, so she was frantically ramming her ass back against my fingers, trying to get off before her father began to wonder why she was still there.

"Oh!", was all she said as she came on my fingers.

"Are you ok, Baby?"

"I'm fine, Dad. Real fine. I'll go get your phone and my stuff now."

I licked Julie's cum from my fingers as Connie licked my prick dry and lovingly put Mr. Ed back in his stall. She stood up, gave me a lascivious wink and disappeared back into the house behind Julie.

This was sure as hell going to be an interesting fishing trip!

Chapter 2

Julie sat between us in the cab. My mind refused to let go of the images of me stuffing my fingers in her cunt while Fred was stuffing things in bins, not six feet away. I mean, like hey! I'm a good buddy and good buddies look out for each other and don't step on the other guy's dick and all that but, hey! His wife and daughter nearly fucking raped me, man! What was I supposed to do?

"Hey Fred, you wife is showing me her tits! Hey Fred, your wife is giving me a fantastic blow job right behind your back!"

Yeah, yeah. I know. Anybody else but me would have told those beautiful women in no uncertain terms that the trust between buddies is holy and that they could take their beautiful, hard bodies and wet mouths and firm tits and luscious asses and-- well, fuck you. I did it and it happened. Shit happens. Get over it. Maybe I should tell Fred. Well, maybe not.

"Dad, did you know Mom is fucking the mailman?"

Fred damn near drove us in the ditch.

"Uh, Julie. Uh, do you think that's a good way to talk to your father?"

"What should I say, Father? Oh, Father, dear. Are you aware that your good wife is having intercourse with the mail person? I thought you would be upset about what she's doing, not my choice of words. Besides, everybody I know says 'fuck', when they mean 'fuck'".

"Well, you're hitting me on both sides, Baby. It's easier for me to respond to your choice of words than to your question."

I listened avidly. Fred's jaw was set as he stared straight ahead, not seeing anything but the road, if we were lucky at that. Julie dropped a hand casually in my lap and started rubbing my prick. It wasn't hard to find. It had never completely gone down after the two loads they had pulled out of me back at the house. The head was nearly sticking out the leg of my walking shorts, as it was, and her tender touches soon had bare dick head in her covering hand.

"Just don't let Fred look over here", I hoped, unable to move her hand.

"Aren't you mad, Daddy?" Julie gave my dick head a little squeeze to let me know she was taunting him.

"Yes. I'm mad."

"Aren't you going to do anything about it?" Another little squeeze. A few more little squeezes and Fred could be mad about something closer at hand than his adulterous wife.

"What would you like for me to do?"

"Don't you want to kick the postman's ass and knock Mom around a little?"

"You know what I think about men who beat women", he said.

"Well, what about the guy?"

"Well, uh, your mom and I have an understanding."

"Oh yeah? What sort of understanding?"

Yeah. I wanted to know the answer to that one, too.

"Honey, this is embarrassing to me, to explain this kind of thing to you, and in front of my buddy, Howie, too."

"Don't worry about me, Fred, ol' buddy. You know I can keep my mouth shut." (I can keep my pants zipped most of the time, too, but your wife and daughter are too much to resist. Just don't look over here and see what your baby is playing with.)

"It's ok, Daddy. I love you and Unka Howie wouldn't dream of violating your confidence, would he?"

A flash of pain shot through my conscience--no wait. That wasn't my conscience, that was Julie's fingernail digging into the head of my prick. Trying to make a point, I guess. (If I miss any puns, just stick them in wherever you like).

"No, you're right. Good ol' buddy Howie is a true friend. He would never do anything to betray our friendship, would ya, Howie ol' buddy?" He reached across and patted me on the shoulder. Damn good thing he didn't pat lower. He might have got a handful of his ol' buddy's cum if he had patted his daughter's hand any further down my dork than it already was.

"Right, Fred", I managed, in a croak.

"Sounds like Unka Howie is cumming down with something", Julie blurted out while pumping my dick a little more.

I don't know how I held out. I know that old dudes like me aren't supposed to have problems holding out after cumming twice already that day, but this was no ordinary day.

"Daddy, you never told us what your arrangement was."

"Ok, ok. Here's the story. Your mom caught me screwing my secretary and made me a deal. She won't divorce me if I don't interfere with her fucking anything that walks."

"Really? You mean Mom can fuck anybody and you won't mind?"

"I didn't say that. I said I won't interfere with her fucking. I didn't say I wouldn't mind."

"Do you mind?"

"Of course I mind. Why do you think my knuckles are so white on this steering wheel? It's a good thing we can pretend to fish while she fucks. I don't know what I would do if I ever actually found her fucking somebody else."

Julie's nails dug into me again as my balls began to tighten. It's a damn good thing they did. The pain was just enough to bring me back from the brink.

"Oh, sorry, Buddy. I was so sympathetic to your story about how it hurts you to have people like me fuck your wife that I let you daughter jack me off within arm's length while you talked. I'm a real good buddy."

No amount of conscience or feelings of betrayal or good sense or just plain good manners was going to make me pull my painfully distended dick away from that sweet child's hands. If she had made up her mind to play with my dick, then I should be willing to endure any amount of hardship and danger to see that she got what she wanted.

It was already smelling like a cheap whorehouse in the cab of that truck, making me wonder how Fred could miss the pungent odor of the precum Julie was smearing over the toy she was playing with. My only hope was to keep him pre-occupied until we got there. With any luck, he would get out of the cab first, giving Julie a chance to finish me off before we got out.

"Did you bring the lures?", I asked, nonchalantly while being on the verge of hyperventilation. (Try it sometime!)

"I don't know. Better crawl back there and check."

"Shit! My plan blew up in my face. I'm trying to keep him distracted so he doesn't see his daughter playing with my dick and now I've got to get up and crawl through that little window to get back to the camper shell. My boner will be sticking the front of my shorts out like a tent and the precum will be running down my leg.

"Yeah, ok", I improvised, "but I'm feeling a little stiff. Would you mind pulling over so I can go around to the back door? Don't think I can make it through that little hole in my condition."

"Sure. Anything for a buddy. What's the problem? Arthritis?"

"Probably the rheumatiz. You know I'm not as young as I used to be."

"None of us is", he mused as he pulled off to let me get in the back.

I made noises like I was looking for the fucking lures for a few minutes, then asked, "Can Julie come back and help me look? I can't find them."

"Sure, Unka Howie. I'll help you with your problem." She came wriggling that tight ass through the opening to the cab like there was no stiffness in her body. Well, she didn't have a stiff prick to worry about and I did--but I was willing to share.

Julie was no dummy. She knew exactly what I needed help with and immediately swallowed my entire problem, balls and all. Ok, ok, I know I can't claim that she could deep throat a prick of any reasonable size and still get my balls in her mouth, but that's what it felt like.

It wasn't long at all until Julie had the "solution" to my "problem". (Too subtle for you?)

"Ahhh!", I exclaimed.

"Find what you were looking for, Howie?"

"Yes, thanks, Fred. I think we've got everything we need."

Julie gave me a wicked grin with my cum drooling down her chin and got on her hands and knees in front of me before pulling her shorts around her ankles.

There she was, her wet pussy lips peeking at me from under her naked ass, simply asking that I return the favor. How could I refuse? (No, don't tell me. It was a rhetorical question.) All I knew was that there was no way I could fuck this child in that position without her father seeing me in his mirror.

"Hey, Fred! I think there's some kind of leak back here. The floor is a little sticky. I'm going to check it out."

"Thanks, Buddy. Don't get too dirty."

"Ok!" I laid on my back and slid under Julie until her cunt was right over my chin. "I think I see the problem. Don't worry, I'll get it licked."

"You're such a good friend, Howie."

Julie ground her dripping pussy down on my face and swallowed my prick again while I used my tongue to search for her nectar release button.

Whereas I had already shot more load today than in most weeks of my life, Julie was just now getting the kind of release she had been needing for a long time. I've won several awards in my time for cuntlapping, so she was singing in no time.

"Well! You certainly sound happy, Baby. Are you that happy to be on an outing with two ugly old farts like us?'

"Oh, Daddy. You don't fart that much. Are we there yet?"

"You know it takes an hour to get to the lake."

"Just doing my job."

When she stopped shuddering, she gave me a big cum-drenched smile. "Thanks, Unka Howie. I needed that."

"You needed it? No problem. Any time. Don't hesitate. Just ask. No, wait. You don't have to ask, just don't outrun me. Ok?"

"Deal!"

"I'm going back up front. Want to come?"

"I didn't think you could cum so soon, again."

"Funny. I wouldn't have believed I could have a hard-on after cumming four times in the last hour, either."

"You have a hard-on? Let me see."

"Hey! Let me save a little for some time when your dad isn't close enough to hit me. Ok?'

"Ok. You just go ahead and get up front. I'm going to take a nap."

Fred stopped again for me, even though I wasn't quite as stiff as before, and I got in the cab with him.

"Still stiff?", he asked.

"Not as stiff as before."

"Ok, just as long as you'll be able to help me load the boat."