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First time in my life I have missed that day the morning trout biting, but should I regret it, if I got wonderful sex adventure instead?

Where only haven’t I been wandering with my fishing rod!

Most of all I liked to walk along the capriciously winding river banks in search of trout. This time I was extremely lucky. Almost every turn of the river has presented either a strong grasp, or trout, vigorously resisting in skimmimgon streams.

The evening was getting close. It was time to think about the lodging for the night. Usually I rested in a stack of hay, or asked to stop for the night in a nearest village.

And this time again another turn of the river has brought to my site an old garden surrounded by a ramshackle fence. Deep in the garden could be seen a log house, half rotten cattleshed and some other constructions. The windows had lights in them.

I stopped before the wicket twined by the vine, and decided to take some look around. Suddenly the door opened and an absolutely naked lady stepped on the threshold. From the unexpectedness I sat down, hiding behind the vine tangles. Evening sun half covered behind the trees lit up woman’s full-weight breasts with a soft, sparse light. Long shadows laid before her feet, and a tender blush was on her chicks. After staying for a while on a threshold, woman went down the porch to the garden. Now she was standing to me with her side, and I could clearly see her slightly swollen nipple. The door opened again, and out of the house went a full naked man. Seeing him, woman hid behind the apple tree.

- Ann, Anne, where are you?
- I’m here! – replied Ann from behind the apple tree.

The man turned towards her, and slightly staggering headed to her. I held my breath. The man obviously tipped. While he was standing facing me, I had time to see his bleary eyes and lusty smile.

- Here Ozy, here! – Ann teased him from behind her tree.

Ozy, with a sudden speed threw himself towards the apple tree and barely caught Ann, but she evaded him agilely and ran about fifteen steps away from him. Now I could take a better look at her. Her slightly heavy shapes reminded of Rubense’s types. Tight, strapping thighs wringed out a sharply delineated black triangle, and her hip were so steep that looked like the wings of a ready to fly swan.

- Anne, Anne! – Moaned Ozy, swallowing his spit, and tried to catch her again.

This cat-and-mouse game longed for a pretty while. Couple of times Ozy barely caught Ann. His hands slipped from her shoulders, touched her breasts (it seemed to me that Ann was putting them herself), and fell of her hips. Both got hot, and I felt the scent of an aroused woman body. Finally he managed to drive her off to the thicket of nettle.

- Oh now someone is going to the nettle, - was Ozy mumbling gasping.

Ann helplessly turned around. Behind her stood an impassable wall of a nettle thicket, and in front of her, with his hands astride stood her pursuer. Ann somewhat softened and now didn’t try to resist. Ozy unceremoniously grabbed her breasts, and pulled her to himself. They fell in high fragrant grass. Ann shamelessly opened her legs wide, letting the man freely squeeze her thighs. She moaned lustily every time his fingers penetrated her avidly open shell. Apparently, deciding that his partner is hot enough, Ozy with one stroke left her up and put her on her four, making her to cave in deeply. Ann’s strained thighs shook impatiently, she was thrilled by what was going on not less then her partner. And he meanwhile rose slowly and opening wide the other lips of standing before him on her four woman, and up to the base has stuck his thick, with swollen veins dick into her opened crack. Ann moaned and spun her hips, as if trying to pierce herself even deeper. Ozy started to move atilt, seemed like he could increase the pace infinitely. Their coitus reminded not of a love game, but an act of fecundation. I noticed that couple of times clouded with passion woman’s sight cleared, and she was looking towards the wicket I was hiding behind. Maybe I gave myself out by an inaccurate move? At some moments it seemed to me that we were looking each other in the eyes…But the wave of ecstasy rolled over woman and she turned away. That moment a man and two women went out of house. Women had light, open robes.

The man was wearing short shorts. They stopped not far away and watched a couple on grass for some time. Man’s shorts bulged and he nestled up to one of the woman, the second came very close up to Ann and squat down.

Her wide open legs appeared to be next to Ozy’s face. Ann noticed that and freeing one of her hands started to please the woman, moving her hands on her thighs, and digging her fingers into a black triangle. Ozy saw that, and immediately caught the highest pick of the moment of bliss. Ann pleased a woman for some while more, bringing her almost to ecstasy, then took her hand away and hardly raising from her fours headed to the houses.

Let’s go, the roast is probably ready by now. – Said she leaving.

Everyone followed her lazily. And only a girl that Ann was pleasing remained squat, replacing Ann’s hand with her own. With fast and easy strokes she quickly took herself to orgasm, the stood up and followed the rest.

I was feverishly thinking over my situation. I have nowhere to lodge. Surrounded by woods. I have six weighty trouts in my bag – a great addition to their dinner.

In a word, I made up my mind. The wicket opened quietly and one moment later I was knocking at the door. Ann opened the door. She had a mini robe. The slit was so wide, that I involuntarily stared at her half naked breasts.

Noticing that she smiled, and examined me for a while.

- I am sorry, - started I, - the night has caught me in the forest there near the river, and then I saw your village. I have an excellent catch I my bag. Maybe you know there a sort of fish – trout.

- Trout? – asked she.

- Yes, trout. It can make an excellent dinner. And if you have a hayloft, I could lodge on it.

Behind Ann’s back appeared Ozy.

- O! A good one. – He touched my spinning rod that looked more like a flute then a fishing tackle, with his finger.

Come on in, - he welcomed me cordially, - it might be as well that you are the one that we were missing.

I entered the house.

- So, now we have it three on three! – he announced lively.

The dinner interrupted by my appearance went on. The roast was smoking in clay bowls. The table was breaking from all sorts of vegetables. On the low, oaken bench stood baskets with apples and prunes. The choice of drinks was amazing. Followed by astonished exclamations of the hosts, I took the trout out.

- I will be glad to cook it! – exclaimed a woman that Ann was pleasing in the garden.

- Maybe I can help you? – I courteously offered.

I liked this woman more and more. We went to the kitchen.

- I am Wanda.

- Alex. – I introduced myself.

Someone brought us a bottle of wine and prunes. Then came Ann and offered me a small crystal glass of vodka and a piece of cold baked pork.

- You must have got cold, there near the river? – She smiled coquettishly.

Our eyes met. He mouth was slightly open. Did she really see me while having sex with Ozy! Shamelessly- voluptuous look on her face, seemed, confirmed that. When Ann left, I quickly dressed the fish and poured me and Wanda some wine.

- Where did that pepper go?

Wanda bent fumbling in the old buffet. She stood with her back to me and bent lower and lower. From under the short robe first I could see her tight buttocks, and when she set her feets a bit apart, I could see pink, half open crack. From the extracted juice it seemed to me polished. Holding my breath I was staring at it, feeling the delightful languor in the head of my penis.

Finally, Wanda found the pepper and stood straight. One of her breasts barely fell out of the robe. This was above my strength! I threw Wanda on a big oaken table and greedily fell to her belly with my lips, enjoying how it smelt with a meadow motley grass. Her strong tanned legs embraced me, squeezing tight and bringing closer to her bottom lips. With delight I penetrated them with my tongue, entering her trembling vagina, just with this one touch bringing Wanda wild orgasm. Taking my pants off with one hand, I furiously squeezed her breasts with another.
Wanda, semiconsciously begged me:

- Take me, take me!

I stood on a low bench standing near the table and barely holding myself I slowly drove my hot instrument into her tight warm entrance. The vagina started to shrink in tact to my strokes. With her legs Wanda was helping to penetrate her as deep as it was possible. The ecstasy seized us. It felt like someone entered and maybe was even watching us, but that didn’t bother us rather turning us on even more.

Then Wanda cooked the trout and we returned to the table. The meal continued. We ate and drank a lot. Early in the morning I went out to refresh in the garden. Under the branchy apple I saw Wanda. As if she was waiting for me. Her hair smelt like fresh morning dew. Without any introductions she leaned forward and caught my starting to erect penis with her moist lips. My whole nature answered to her sweet suction.

The sun was barely showing above the trees, when Ann suddenly joined us. She swept Wanda at the most extreme point, and took the whole blast of cumulated sperm in her mouth. Wanda fell back to my sprout, clearly intending and trying to milk me dry. Luckily, the doors opened and out of them appeared those who left in the house.

- O! – Exclaimed Ozy. – It seems to me that not all the places are yet taken.

He unceremoniously entered Wanda from the behind. Meanwhile, his friend offered Wanda his harden dick from the front, and she immediately switched to him. Now she was pleased from two sides, that clearly brought her much more pleasure. I thought that I could get a bit of rest, but Ann with her friend were already approaching me with ravening, lusty look on their faces. And one this look woke my seemingly tired man’s power. I think we have made a pretty pictorial trio.

First time in my life I have missed that day the morning trout biting, but should I regret it?

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One Response to “An Excellent Catch”

1. Eugenio Says:
   October 25th, 2007 at 10:26 am

   Nice fishing, I’d say!!!! I loved that, you go fishing and you fuck someone’s wife! Doesn’t sound to real but anyway I liked it a lot. Post more of such stories, please! I love fishing!

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