Her Husband, a Beach Bum, and a Ranger
When he started pushing firmly into her, Connie gasped and tried to push him away, but it was no use as his strength greatly exceeded hers, and he was on top. His dickhead was opening her brutally, stretching her painfully.
"Please, my husband...." Connie could not finish whatever it was she wanted to say as he opened her tight lips with a head that was almost as large as her closed fist.
by EroticWriter
Since this story is about a woman and her boat, I thought I would toss in a boat photo just for fun. That photo above was taken by me on the Colorado River sometime in 1968. I saw this photo online somewhere and it is certainly my right to use it. I didn't have my model pulling her shoulders back in that shot unfortunately, so not the best photo of her ever taken for sure.
Those 32 Double D tits (yes, 32DD) need all the help they can get, and letting my model sit that way and clicking the shutter was my bad.
We were North of Lake Havasu on the river in that shot, on the California side and Arizona across the River. You can see some of the beautiful rock formations that comprise Topock Gorge in the background. There's a rowboat sized craft there with an outboard motor attached, and I had rented it to go down the river. Later I bought a boat and took lots of trips down that river, but that's another story. EW
Just for the fun of it, here's another shot that I took a few months earlier. I found her on Sunset Boulevard, followed her into a drug store actually after driving by and seeing her. Would you believe it? She had just left her parent's home in Orange County that very day to move to Hollywood and had not as yet found a place to stay.
Talk about timing. I brought her home, and was the first man ever to photograph her a la naturel.
Her name was Joyce, and she became very well known as a nude model later, but this photo, of her being 'shy and hiding her body,' she thought, was the very first photo showing her completely undressed, and I just happened to be at the right place to get more than hidden body parts. Taken by me as I stood naked in my pool.
Yes, naked. And like I eyeballed her, she eyeballed me. She was in my home maybe thirty minutes and I had her naked. I always stripped down to shoot my models. My house and pool, a nude beach, on some rocks in the desert or mountains, a nudist resort, everyone was naked.
As I remember it, Joyce had undressed and became naked for the first time for me just a few minutes before I took this very first shot. She went into my pool up to her waist, and then came out and after drying with a towel, sat down on the edge. I stayed in the pool and there it was. She didn't realize it was showing.
If you look carefully, it looks like there are still a few water drops lingering in her hairs. Normally, a model is trimmed or even shaved. You readers, are seeing an untrimmed bush in its natural state, being shown to a strange man for the very first time, and oh boy am I strange.
Joyce lived with me and Suzi for awhile and Joyce and Suzi mainly, remained friends for years. You can read about my girlfriend Suzi in a couple of other true stories on this site. One is 'Where I Get My Fuck Material' and the other is 'Wild Wicked Wonderfully Wet Westwood Women.'
Joyce had a sensational body. She weighed 99 pounds, had 32DD breasts, and a 19 inch waist. You might not believe me, about the 19 inches, but I measured her waist. I took a lot of photos of Joyce, some published, but I was the only photographer to have photos of her exposed bottom half for probably a couple of years.
I have added a third photo of Joyce at the end of this story. EW.
Her Husband, A Beach Bum, and a Ranger
A young couple went on vacation to a fishing resort up north. Jerry, the husband, liked to fish at the crack of dawn. He liked fishing so much that he tended to neglect his wife whenever they went out to her father's cabin, which her father was generous enough to let them use.
The cabin was located on an isolated lake. Though there was electricity, there was no television, and no computer. Because of the isolation and the slight possibility of vandals, her father kept little in the way of luxuries in the cabin, and they had to bring provisions with them each time they visited the cabin.
Provisions that is, except for meat. Connie could always count on having fish to eat each night they stayed.
Connie, a lovely brunette in her late twenties with a figure that men lusted after, liked to read, so she was content to sit in the cabin and lose herself in a good romance novel. In anticipation of this trip, she had brought several novels with her.
These novels, written for women, usually featured a woman who either was single, or married to a man who, by the written descriptions given, was less than a manly man. Each time, almost without fail, the woman or wife, would meet and become intrigued by a mystery man, one who could maybe transport her to a place remote from her boring, everyday existence with a husband who invariably, was not meeting her needs.
Her husband, being quiet and a loner, was like that. One morning Jerry returned after several hours of fishing and decided to take a short nap. Three days had gone by with three to go, and Connie was growing bored.
Although she wasn't real familiar with the lake, Connie decided to take the boat. She wrote a note, then put on a skimpy bikini and went out to the dock. Jerry's fishing gear was lying across the seat of the boat, so she moved it forward and placed it on the floor.
Her father, to protect against vandals, had gone the cheapest route with the boat, it being only a rowboat. When her father came to the lake, he would bring along a small motor, but her husband, wanting only to fish, had decided bringing the motor was not necessary this trip.
Their cabin was located at the back of an inlet, and Connie wanted to get out of earshot and sight of her husband if he happened to awaken. If he was awake, he might want her to do some lovemaking, and at the moment, Connie was not in the mood. Maybe after some reading.
If she was the aggressor, wanting to make love and maybe flaunt her fantastic body at him, Jerry would act all shy like and weasel out. He only wanted to fuck when it was his idea, and usually it was when she was busy, or not in the mood. Connie needed something to build her fires, and a good novel could sometimes serve as the fuel.
One good thing about rowing, a person can be looking back at wherever it is they are leaving. Connie was looking back, watching the cabin, and making sure that her husband did not see in which direction she turned when she reached the end of the inlet. That way he might not come walking along the shore looking for her.
Jerry always turned to the left, where the fishing areas were. She rowed out for a short distance, going to the right around the end of the inlet and out of sight, and after tossing in her anchor she returned to reading her book.
This novel happened to be an especially erotic one about Lilly, a neglected wife who had gone alone on a vacation trip to Cancun. Connie was anxious to see which man the gal in the novel would end up in bed with, either Craig, the tall and handsome executive she was getting ready to meet for dinner, or Butch, the muscular beach bum she had met on the sand that morning.
Craig, Lilly knew, was married. Butch she didn't know, but it didn't matter. Lilly had never been with another man, and now that she suspected that her husband might be cheating, Lilly had decided that she might too.
Connie was oblivious to the world as she slowly turned the pages. It was mid-afternoon and Butch the beach bum had put in a surprise appearance at the door of the woman's bungalow, and she had invited him in. This was getting good.
Along came the Park Ranger in his boat. He spotted Connie's long flowing hair first, and then her tits. The Ranger just had to get a better look. He had a way to do it without being obvious that he just wanted to stare at her body. He cut his engine while still a ways from her and slowly coasted up to her boat. Connie was so engrossed in her novel that she did not hear him arrive.
Deliberately, the ranger steered his boat to the side where the shadow of his boat, and him, would not be falling on the boat that lovely brunette was seated in.
The Ranger, in many ways, was the opposite of Connie's husband. He was the big mysterious masculine man she liked to dream about, and his wife was like the husband Connie was married to. He had his lesser half when it came to sex, and Connie had hers.
As the Park Ranger glided up alongside, he looked down at her from his higher position in the motorboat, and not only observed her tits, which were straining to be let out of the tight bikini, but also he noted that her nipples were showing through the bikini.
'Butch had suddenly moved in, standing close to where Lilly was standing, and she shivered, sensing his crude but overpowering manliness that she so craved. His powerful arms reached out, and before Lilly could move away, he pulled her into his arms and began kissing her, roughly at first, and then more gentle.
His unshaven beard felt rough, and despite the fact that his hard body had a smell of sweat and tanning lotion, Lilly felt her body melting, merging into his. This was what she had needed for so long. Craig would have to wait.'
Connie turned the page, and the Ranger's eyes moved down. He saw that Connie was idly rubbing the crotch of her bikini while she was reading. He pulled up alongside her, and since she had not noticed him, the ranger kept silent and watched as Connie slowly slipped two fingers of one hand under her bikini.
'Lilly felt his manliness rubbing up against her lower quarters, and she felt her body quivering.' Lilly knew now, Butch was going to be taking her to bed long before Craig, the handsome businessman that Lilly had been thinking would be getting his chance tonight.
'Craig was of the same class of man as her husband. Smart, educated and wealthy. The only difference was, her husband was unable to satisfy her in bed. Craig, it seemed, might be just what she needed.
Lilly had been getting ready to see Craig, this evening at dinner, and now she was being seduced, and roughly, by this crude cut of a man. But there is time she was thinking as she glanced at the clock on the table beside the bed. I still have an over an hour to be there, so maybe, if we hurry...'
Connie sighed, and the pace of her fingers increased under her bikini.
'Butch grinned confidently at Lilly, and standing back from her, slowly tugged down his bathing suit. Lilly stared at what was being revealed, her eyes both in wonder and shock.'
Connie's fingers hastened their pace, and the Ranger grinned. This was worth seeing for sure. He was not about to announce his presence as long as she was ******* that he was there and watching.
Almost a full minute went by, during which Connie slowly manipulated her clitoris as she read how the naked beach bum had picked Lilly up and carried her over to the couch. Now he had placed her hand on his enormity and Lilly could feel her heart pounding as she felt what was in her hand.
In the process of manipulating her clitoris, Connie had slowly worked the top of her bikini down, and much of her upper pubic zone was now visible to the Ranger. He could not quite see her clitoris, but that was only because her fingers had it covered.
'Lilly gasped with pleasure as Butch started to enter her, cramming it in, feeling painfully and wonderfully large as he was stretching her and...just then the phone rang beside the bed.'
Connie sighed. 'Oh oh, an interruption, and just when it was getting good.'
Something caused Connie to raise her head and start looking around. She had her own interruption when she saw the front of the Ranger's boat out of the corner of her eye, and as Connie started to turn her head in his direction, he said, "Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?"
Connie immediately pulled her hand out and away from her crotch, and her face turned red at being caught in the act.
"Reading my book," Connie hastily replied...as she thought to herself, 'duh-isn't it obvious?' She tossed her novel angrily onto the seat.
"You're in a restricted fishing area," the ranger informed her as he admired her breasts and gorgeous legs, which Connie had propped up on the seat in front of her. As he stared, she slowly closed her legs and placed them on the floor of her boat.
"But officer, I'm not fishing. Can't you see that?"
The officer wanted to get a better look at her. If she looked this good lying down in that boat, she would really look good standing alongside him.
"Yes, but you have all the equipment," he stated, while pointing his finger at Jerry's gear. "I'll have to take you in and write you up."
"If you do that, I'll have to charge you with ****," snapped the irate woman.
"But, I haven't even touched you," groused the ranger.
"Yes, that's true, she replied, with a glance at the bulge in his pants, "but you do have all the equipment."
He had noticed her quick glance at his bulge. He also had seen the novel she was reading, and her hand on her pussy. Maybe, just maybe, and what the heck, it would be her word against his anyhow. The Ranger decided to go for it.
"Equipment? You can see my equipment? Here, let me give you a better look at it."
With that, the officer opened his pants and pulled out his pole, which even though mostly soft and dangling, was already past 6 inches and thick. "Now miss," he said arrogantly to the housewife, who was staring with wide eyes and opened mouth, "Suppose I was really to **** you with this? If you're going to accuse me, I might as well get some fun out of it."
Connie stared hungrily at his penis, which looked impressive indeed from her angle far below him. 'If only my husband...' It was hard to conceal the excitement in her voice as she answered. "I think Mr. officer sir, that if you were to **** me with THAT, we might BOTH be committing some kind of crime."
Grinning lewdly, the officer pointed over towards an island. "Why don't you row on over to that island? There's a nice sandy beach there I would like to show you."
Without another word, she grasped the oars and followed him towards the island. Connie couldn't believe it. In the novel Connie had been reading, the housewife had never been with any man other than her husband. After he had carried her to the couch, the beach bum had dropped his trousers and revealed a penis substantially larger than her husband's.
At that moment, Connie had become aware of the ranger watching her. Now, like the housewife in the novel, a strange and possibly large penis was being presented to her. Connie rowed as hard as she could, beaching her boat on the sand.
Within seconds they were on the shore and Connie was on her knees and sucking hungrily on his penis, which he had left hanging out of his trousers all the way to the island.
He was growing, growing in her mouth, and Connie realized as her jaw was being pulled apart that she might have bitten off more than she could chew. There was no way she could take this in her pussy. Shit, her husband came pretty close to filling her full and he was noticeably smaller than this.
Connie had started feeling guilty at this cheating, her first time. It was too late to back out of some of this. After all, she was already sucking his dick. But, maybe she could at least avoid fucking this big burly Ranger. If she didn't go through with the fuck, Connie could maintain some semblance of faithfulness to her husband. At least in her mind she could, because Jerry would never know about this.
Connie was going to have to finish him this way, by swallowing his come and getting it over with. She used all the tricks she had learned to get him off. She twirled her tongue around the head, and tickled the edges of the ridge. She squeezed his shaft with her lips while at the same time she used one hand to stroke him while her other hand cupped his large testicles and jiggled them up and down.
Pre-coital fluid was pouring out of him by the buckets, and Connie swallowed the slightly sweet tasting fluid with an enjoyment she had never experienced with her husband.
He felt his penis getting to the point of no return and said, "Whoa honey, hold up now. I don't want to waste this load in your hot little mouth. I want to dump it all in your little pussy."
As he pushed Connie back on the sand before she had time to protest, he kneeled between her legs and pulled her bikini top up and off her breasts, exposing the lovely globes to his view. Then he roughly lifted her ass and began pulling her bottoms off.
She protested and tried to sit up again.
"Wait, I've changed my mind," she said, rising onto her elbows as he cupped and fondled her lovely breasts in his huge hands. "This is cheating on my husband. I've never done this before. And besides, you're too big for me. I didn't think that you would get this big. Maybe we... maybe some other time."
"Time? You need time? Don't think you can take my big hunk of meat? I'm supposed to be ****** you, remember? Now lie down bitch, and I'll show you what a **** is all about."
He pushed her back down onto the sand, and without removing his trousers got onto his knees between her legs and pushed them wide apart.
"Now bitch. Grab that thing and guide it into your pussy."
She looked down her body and saw his menacing penis pointing towards her vagina. Her tender little vagina that he wanted to rip open.
"Please. Can't I just suck you off? I don't care for swallowing come that much, in fact I never do it for my husband, but I promise to do it for you." In her mind she was thinking of how his penis would blast shot after shot of come over her tongue and deep down her throat, and she gulped at the thought.
But he had other plans. "No baby. I'm going to fuck you hard and deep. I wouldn't miss having your pussy for the world."
She tried to rise, but his body kept her from going any higher than onto her elbows. Connie watched as he squeezed and fondled her breasts, and her nipples grew hugely erect. But down there, between her tits was a view of that...that thing that would tear her apart.
"Please...you'll hurt me. Let me finish you with my mouth."
He snickered. "Then it wouldn't be a ****, baby. I promised you a ****, remember? Now, aim that dick for me."
Trembling visibly, she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock. It felt so thick in her hand, like grabbing a salami or something. She placed it at the entrance to her vagina and strangely, felt her lips sort of open to welcome him. He began pushing into her immediately upon feeling her lips grasp him along the sides of his dickhead.
When he started pushing firmly into her, Connie gasped and tried to push him away, but it was no use as his strength greatly exceeded hers, and he was on top. His dickhead was opening her brutally, stretching her painfully.
"Please, my husband...." Connie could not finish whatever it was she wanted to say as he opened her tight lips with a head that was almost as large as her closed fist.
He stopped there, holding himself in place at the point where his head was stretching her inner lips to the maximum they were designed to take except the way it was feeling to her, he had exceeded her limits.
"Yes baby, your husband. Think about your husband as you feel me opening you, stretching you, hurting you at first until you feel the pleasure beginning to take over as you slowly and then hungrily start craving and begging for my big cock."
"Why...why are you saying that, talking like that?"
He laughed. "My wife reads the same novels you do, and the big difference between she and you is that she doesn't have to fantasize on getting a big cock, because she has one."
He was holding himself high above her with arms outstretched in order to see his cock enter her little snatch. Once he had gotten the head in, causing Connie to let out a huge sigh, he waited until he felt her arms slowly go around his waist, and then he dropped down to lie upon her and begin pumping.
Connie was moaning as tears came to the corners of her eyes and then poured down her cheeks. Even with a little time for foreplay and lubrication she would have been hard-pressed to accommodate what he had to offer. With a still slightly dry pussy, she groaned as he slid further into her, opening her wide and penetrating far deeper than her husband had ever gone.
"Now baby, this is what a **** is all about."
She was gasping. "It hurts. In my books, the women always like it."
He laughed. "Yeah baby, but this is a ****, remember? You aren't allowed to like it until some times passes and I manage to overcome your mental resistance."
He gave her another stroke, going deeper. "The body part becoming willing happens automatically. As your pussy starts to respond, you will begin connecting with me mentally. It is bound to happen, so just lie back and enjoy this."
Connie sniffed, but her arms were holding him tight. "I am lying back since I have no choice, but I..." She lost her voice but quickly placed one hand between their bodies in an effort to either stop his penetration, or at least slow it down.
He gave her a few more strokes, cutting off her voice and going deeper each time into her nervous pussy that was finally beginning to lubricate. "Feel THAT," he said as he penetrated all the way to the deepest recesses of her pussy and his balls landed on her upraised ass.
She was still trying to push him away as he started pumping. "Please, you're hurting me, you're hurting me, you're.... you're.... ooooh, you're starting to feel a little better now."
This was unbelievable. During this little vacation, Connie had read two or three romance novels that were almost identical to what was happening to her. She was an innocent housewife, away from her husband, and being ravished by a powerful hulk of a man.
As he continued to stroke deeply into her pussy, which was growing wetter by the second, her arms went from pushing against his chest to pulling on his ass. Tears were still rolling down her cheeks as her legs slowly went higher and wrapped around him.
Connie was experimenting, trying to see how high she could go to take him even deeper without discomfort. She felt his finger slip under and into her ass, which was wet from all the juices flowing out of her and him. His hands cupped her cheeks at the same time, lifting her ass into the air to meet his thrusting pelvis.
"Just like your books, isn't it? First you wanted, then you felt guilty, and then it was uncomfortable at first, and now..." he laughed, "You can't get enough! Is that the way this is going?"
She was moaning. "That's not fair, you...you fucker! You've been reading the same books as me."
He gave her a few more strokes, eight, ten, twelve, each time pulling back and only leaving the head inside her as he started using the full length of his shaft while she continued to moan and squirm under him.
"Oh fuck you feel good." After expressing himself, he stopped stroking in order to keep from coming. He waited for over a minute, and Connie could feel his penis go down slightly in size as the hardness subsided. He started again, and this time he began moving his hips from side to side as well as forwards and back.
He grew stiffer and Connie moaned with pleasure as he continued to fuck. Her hips began thrusting upwards to match him stroke for stroke. She raised her legs as high around him as she could get them, and in response he lifted her legs and threw them over his shoulders.
"Wait."
He paused in his fucking. "What is it?"
"Pull your trousers down further, the zipper is jabbing me."
In order to get his balance and pull his trousers further down around his thighs, he needed to uncunt, and as he did so, Connie immediately missed his wonderful penis and wanted it back inside. He stood completely up in order to pull the pants to below his knees, and then he decided to bring them down to his ankles.
All the while Connie stared, and her eyes were bright with desire. Then he was mounting her again, and Connie moaned loudly as his penis, this time went deep, and then deeper. She had taken him again, and with virtually no discomfort.
He was trying to hold back in order to make this last, but her pussy was so damned tight and delicious. Ten strokes, a pause, another ten, and then.
"Oh fuck, baby. I should have gone ahead and shot that wad in your mouth and then gone for another round. I'm not gonna be able to hold back for you...It's getting ready. Now baby, now. It's building, building. HERE IT COMES, IT'S GONNA BE A BIG LOAD!
Connie had felt his penis grow even harder and larger as his orgasm neared. Amazingly, she was there too. Each time he had paused, she was about to come. Never before had Connie reached that point so quickly during sex, not with the two high school boys she had fooled around with but never fucked before her marriage or with her husband or even her female roommate in college during their great sessions of fingering and oral sex.
"It's OK, honey. I'm with you," she gasped as her pussy felt his powerful throbbing and in response began to convulse in a manner she had never experienced before. His peter was blasting shot after shot of warm come into her, and her pussy was grasping him, tugging at his cock and milking him dry with every contraction of her vagina.
Connie was groaning loudly, and her fingers dug deeply into his ass as she continued to come with wave after wave of pleasure that turned her body into a quivering mass of jelly.
"Oh fuck, Mr Ranger sir. I've never felt it like that before."
For the first time, ever, Connie had been fucked and given the feeling of having been dominated and possessed rather than possessing. They continued to lie there afterwards. Several minutes went by while they regained their breathing and his penis slowly went soft inside her.
When he tried to kiss her for the first time, Connie thought of her marriage and her husband. She guiltily turned her head to one side, then thought better of it and turned her head back in order to meet his lips with hers. Their tongues touched, and tears flowed down her cheeks as the passion of their kiss grew.
Inside, she was so wet. It felt like he had pumped a gallon of juice into her. But he wasn't through. He grew hard almost instantly from the kissing. Despite her desire to get back to the cabin because it was getting late, Connie responded passionately.
He sort of giggled. "Does this mean that the **** is over and now the fun can begin?"
She looked up at him, but her hips continued to thrust up towards him. "You fucker, it's just like you described in your book. Give it to me!"
The fucking went on as his hugeness reamed her pussy. This time it lasted longer. As her tears of joy flowed freely, Connie came again, but the Ranger held back.
"Get on top, baby. I want to see how you can ride that cock."
Connie rode it all right. She didn't care that he was making her slightly sore. She didn't care that he was maybe a little too large. She rode him like the heroine in one of the novels she had finished recently. She twisted her body over him, causing his dick to bend inside her.
"Shit. You're really getting with it!"
She found one angle that really gave her stimulation up inside, and Connie stayed with it, pumping, twisting until she reached an orgasm that topped all others.
She collapsed on top of him. Her body was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. But the fucking went on. As Connie laid with the full weight of her body on him, too weak to move, he started thrusting upwards into her pussy. Only seconds had elapsed between her rousing orgasm and the time when he had taken over the pumping.
Connie had climaxed three times. She asked him to finish because of time, and he turned her over and buried his penis, pinning her ass to the sand. This time he worked her harder, slamming into her and making his testicles bounce off her ass. When he started coming again, Connie had her fourth orgasm. She had been given multiple orgasms, a first for her.
When the Ranger pulled out and slowly climbed to his feet, his slippery penis had shriveled to a size that was only maybe two inches larger than Connie's husband's penis was when it was soft.
As he struggled to pull his trouser back into place, Connie stared up at his cock, and thought to herself, 'It is amazing how two cocks could look to be only about two inches different when soft and yet one of them could grow so much more than the other one.'
The big ranger was tucking his penis into his trousers and zipping up. He stared down at Connie while she continued to lie weakly with her legs opened. Her pussy was gaping from being stretched and it was still red from her orgasm and slippery looking as his come started to ooze out.
Technically, she should have been embarrassed at being in this revealing pose, but she sensed that he was enjoying the view, and she was enjoying giving it to him.
"Well honey," he said with a superior tone, "how did you enjoy your ****?"
"It was disgusting. You are no better than a barbarian," she said. But then as she struggled to get to her feet and started pulling her bikini bottoms on, Connie smiled and said, "But now I get to go back out there and finish reading with no more hassle from you, right?"
"I thought you were in a hurry to get back to your husband."
She glanced at her watch. "It's just two. He's probably still taking his nap. Maybe I can finish my book."
"You really were reading? You weren't fishing?" he said, playing dumb. The mood had gone back to when they had first met, and she knew that he was teasing.
"No Mr. officer, sir. It must have been obvious to you that I was only reading. And besides, in reference to fishing, I never knew what a pole was or how much it could do for a horny housewife until I saw and felt yours inside of me."
As Connie rowed her boat back to where it had been floating before, she realized that her body was dripping in sweat from her intense fuck, and come was pouring out of her pussy and into her bikini bottom in huge quantities.
It was necessary for her to slip into the cooling water, and while hanging onto the side of the boat with one hand Connie used the other hand to pull her bottoms off and let the come ooze out of her pussy and into the water. Her pussy was sore too, she realized, and the water was so soothing to her tortured lips.
After a minute or two she slipped a finger into her cunt in order to pull some more come out because the water was very cool and her pussy had tightened up. In addition, her body was starting to tremble and her nipples were rigid, just like they had been when he had fucked her with that monster of a cock.
Even though the Ranger had fucked her twice, and for a good period of time, it had been too quick, too fucking quick. Connie had experienced the best orgasms of her life, but it might have been even better if there had been more time.
'Why the fuck did I call it quits? I could have stayed with him for a while longer.'
As she climbed back into the boat by throwing her right leg up and over, her bottom half was still naked. Upon sitting down Connie realized that the officer had quietly eased his boat up next to hers once again. He was grinning broadly.
"That was a great view of an wide-opened snatch you gave me just now when you flipped your leg up over the side, " he said, grinning evilly. "You wanna know something? It was still red from the great fucking you had."
She felt her face turn red, and then thought, 'Why should I be embarrassed?'
"So how about it baby? Can you sneak away from your husband day after tomorrow? I won't be working then, and maybe we could get it on in my bed."
"On your bed? Do you have a wife?"
"Yes, but she's gone during the day, not fishing, but working."
Connie wanted to play the officer, culprit game. "No way, Mr. officer, sir. I'm still happily married, and the only way another man could have me would be if he were to **** me. And I don't plan to get myself into compromising positions."
The officer looked at her strangely, and then he slowly said, "Well, if I catch you fishing on this lake again, I'll have to run you in, or make you pay a fine."
She met his eyes with hers before replying, "Well, I plan to be out here again, maybe the day after tomorrow, and I might see just what I can do with this pole of mine." As Connie spoke, she reached down and lifted her husband's fishing rod, holding it up for the Ranger to see.
"Well ma'am, I just might be here to catch you. When I'm not working I have a boat of my own I can use. I just might be on the water to see what I can catch. Have a nice day."
"Yes, you have a nice day too, Mr. officer, sir." She remembered something else and spoke up. "Day after tomorrow will be our last day here. We will be heading home the next morning."
"Well then, we had better make sure that I catch you out here fishing then. We wouldn't want a crime to go unpunished."
She smiled, a very warm smile. "Absolutely not. Oh, and one more thing. Do you ever get over to Minneapolis?"
"All the time."
"Grab a pen. I think if a Ranger is writing out a ticket for illegal fishing, then he needs to get a name and address, doesn't he?"
'I'm thinking maybe a phone number would be more important, and when is a good time to call?"
She gave him the info needed. For some reason, if they failed to connect in two days, there would be another chance.
When Connie returned to the cabin, her husband had just awakened and read her note. As Jerry climbed out of bed she caught a quick glimpse of his cock. He had an erection, probably from dreaming. When Jerry noticed her staring at it with what he thought was desire, he pretended not to notice and attempted to hide his penis by turning away.
Connie laughed inside. Jerry thought she was looking at it with desire. I he only knew how I was just comparing it to that nice piece of equipment I just had, he would die.
"Did you have a nice time on the boat, dear?" he asked.
"Yes honey. I got a nice start on a tan," Connie said as she stretched her arms back, making her breasts appear to burst through her bikini top and causing her husband to turn red in the face at her brazenness. Testing him, she pulled her top off, and he pretended not to notice and started to straighten the bed covers.
"But honey, don't you want to see my red titties?"
Connie flashed her breasts at him, then started to pull her bottoms off. She stopped when she realized that come was still dribbling out of her. She laughed inwardly. 'Hell, I don't want to fuck my husband right now anyhow. Besides the fact that I have a sore snatch, Jerry would probably feel really small so soon after the Ranger.
Her husband was more wimp than man. If only Jerry would just toss her down and fuck her hard some day. But she knew he never would. It didn't matter anyhow, because now she knew where to find a man who wasn't afraid to use what he had.
As she walked towards the bathroom to shower and change into some clothes for dinner, Connie looked over her shoulder and said, "I'll give this slight sunburn a chance to heal, and then I'd like to use the boat again the day after tomorrow if you don't mind. I want to read and work on my tan some more."
"Yes, dear."
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MORAL: Never marry a woman who knows how to read.
It's likely she can also think for herself.
End
Just for the fun of it, readers, here's another shot of Joyce that I took in a second bedroom where I had installed black lights and glow pillows, etc. You should have seen that bed light up in all kinds of colors. We could be 'psychedelic' without the drugs.
Pillows and black lights and burning candles as you fuck, that was all the rage in the late 60s. Believe it or not, my gal Suzi bought the yardage and sewed up all those pillows by hand. By hand! Five pillows show in the photo and I think Suzi did two or three more. Took her hours and she surprised me with them. She stuffed them with small chunks of foam rubber.
That mattress on the floor was just the right size for three....
When he started pushing firmly into her, Connie gasped and tried to push him away, but it was no use as his strength greatly exceeded hers, and he was on top. His dickhead was opening her brutally, stretching her painfully.
"Please, my husband...." Connie could not finish whatever it was she wanted to say as he opened her tight lips with a head that was almost as large as her closed fist.
by EroticWriter
Since this story is about a woman and her boat, I thought I would toss in a boat photo just for fun. That photo above was taken by me on the Colorado River sometime in 1968. I saw this photo online somewhere and it is certainly my right to use it. I didn't have my model pulling her shoulders back in that shot unfortunately, so not the best photo of her ever taken for sure.
Those 32 Double D tits (yes, 32DD) need all the help they can get, and letting my model sit that way and clicking the shutter was my bad.
We were North of Lake Havasu on the river in that shot, on the California side and Arizona across the River. You can see some of the beautiful rock formations that comprise Topock Gorge in the background. There's a rowboat sized craft there with an outboard motor attached, and I had rented it to go down the river. Later I bought a boat and took lots of trips down that river, but that's another story. EW
Just for the fun of it, here's another shot that I took a few months earlier. I found her on Sunset Boulevard, followed her into a drug store actually after driving by and seeing her. Would you believe it? She had just left her parent's home in Orange County that very day to move to Hollywood and had not as yet found a place to stay.
Talk about timing. I brought her home, and was the first man ever to photograph her a la naturel.
Her name was Joyce, and she became very well known as a nude model later, but this photo, of her being 'shy and hiding her body,' she thought, was the very first photo showing her completely undressed, and I just happened to be at the right place to get more than hidden body parts. Taken by me as I stood naked in my pool.
Yes, naked. And like I eyeballed her, she eyeballed me. She was in my home maybe thirty minutes and I had her naked. I always stripped down to shoot my models. My house and pool, a nude beach, on some rocks in the desert or mountains, a nudist resort, everyone was naked.
As I remember it, Joyce had undressed and became naked for the first time for me just a few minutes before I took this very first shot. She went into my pool up to her waist, and then came out and after drying with a towel, sat down on the edge. I stayed in the pool and there it was. She didn't realize it was showing.
If you look carefully, it looks like there are still a few water drops lingering in her hairs. Normally, a model is trimmed or even shaved. You readers, are seeing an untrimmed bush in its natural state, being shown to a strange man for the very first time, and oh boy am I strange.
Joyce lived with me and Suzi for awhile and Joyce and Suzi mainly, remained friends for years. You can read about my girlfriend Suzi in a couple of other true stories on this site. One is 'Where I Get My Fuck Material' and the other is 'Wild Wicked Wonderfully Wet Westwood Women.'
Joyce had a sensational body. She weighed 99 pounds, had 32DD breasts, and a 19 inch waist. You might not believe me, about the 19 inches, but I measured her waist. I took a lot of photos of Joyce, some published, but I was the only photographer to have photos of her exposed bottom half for probably a couple of years.
I have added a third photo of Joyce at the end of this story. EW.
Her Husband, A Beach Bum, and a Ranger
A young couple went on vacation to a fishing resort up north. Jerry, the husband, liked to fish at the crack of dawn. He liked fishing so much that he tended to neglect his wife whenever they went out to her father's cabin, which her father was generous enough to let them use.
The cabin was located on an isolated lake. Though there was electricity, there was no television, and no computer. Because of the isolation and the slight possibility of vandals, her father kept little in the way of luxuries in the cabin, and they had to bring provisions with them each time they visited the cabin.
Provisions that is, except for meat. Connie could always count on having fish to eat each night they stayed.
Connie, a lovely brunette in her late twenties with a figure that men lusted after, liked to read, so she was content to sit in the cabin and lose herself in a good romance novel. In anticipation of this trip, she had brought several novels with her.
These novels, written for women, usually featured a woman who either was single, or married to a man who, by the written descriptions given, was less than a manly man. Each time, almost without fail, the woman or wife, would meet and become intrigued by a mystery man, one who could maybe transport her to a place remote from her boring, everyday existence with a husband who invariably, was not meeting her needs.
Her husband, being quiet and a loner, was like that. One morning Jerry returned after several hours of fishing and decided to take a short nap. Three days had gone by with three to go, and Connie was growing bored.
Although she wasn't real familiar with the lake, Connie decided to take the boat. She wrote a note, then put on a skimpy bikini and went out to the dock. Jerry's fishing gear was lying across the seat of the boat, so she moved it forward and placed it on the floor.
Her father, to protect against vandals, had gone the cheapest route with the boat, it being only a rowboat. When her father came to the lake, he would bring along a small motor, but her husband, wanting only to fish, had decided bringing the motor was not necessary this trip.
Their cabin was located at the back of an inlet, and Connie wanted to get out of earshot and sight of her husband if he happened to awaken. If he was awake, he might want her to do some lovemaking, and at the moment, Connie was not in the mood. Maybe after some reading.
If she was the aggressor, wanting to make love and maybe flaunt her fantastic body at him, Jerry would act all shy like and weasel out. He only wanted to fuck when it was his idea, and usually it was when she was busy, or not in the mood. Connie needed something to build her fires, and a good novel could sometimes serve as the fuel.
One good thing about rowing, a person can be looking back at wherever it is they are leaving. Connie was looking back, watching the cabin, and making sure that her husband did not see in which direction she turned when she reached the end of the inlet. That way he might not come walking along the shore looking for her.
Jerry always turned to the left, where the fishing areas were. She rowed out for a short distance, going to the right around the end of the inlet and out of sight, and after tossing in her anchor she returned to reading her book.
This novel happened to be an especially erotic one about Lilly, a neglected wife who had gone alone on a vacation trip to Cancun. Connie was anxious to see which man the gal in the novel would end up in bed with, either Craig, the tall and handsome executive she was getting ready to meet for dinner, or Butch, the muscular beach bum she had met on the sand that morning.
Craig, Lilly knew, was married. Butch she didn't know, but it didn't matter. Lilly had never been with another man, and now that she suspected that her husband might be cheating, Lilly had decided that she might too.
Connie was oblivious to the world as she slowly turned the pages. It was mid-afternoon and Butch the beach bum had put in a surprise appearance at the door of the woman's bungalow, and she had invited him in. This was getting good.
Along came the Park Ranger in his boat. He spotted Connie's long flowing hair first, and then her tits. The Ranger just had to get a better look. He had a way to do it without being obvious that he just wanted to stare at her body. He cut his engine while still a ways from her and slowly coasted up to her boat. Connie was so engrossed in her novel that she did not hear him arrive.
Deliberately, the ranger steered his boat to the side where the shadow of his boat, and him, would not be falling on the boat that lovely brunette was seated in.
The Ranger, in many ways, was the opposite of Connie's husband. He was the big mysterious masculine man she liked to dream about, and his wife was like the husband Connie was married to. He had his lesser half when it came to sex, and Connie had hers.
As the Park Ranger glided up alongside, he looked down at her from his higher position in the motorboat, and not only observed her tits, which were straining to be let out of the tight bikini, but also he noted that her nipples were showing through the bikini.
'Butch had suddenly moved in, standing close to where Lilly was standing, and she shivered, sensing his crude but overpowering manliness that she so craved. His powerful arms reached out, and before Lilly could move away, he pulled her into his arms and began kissing her, roughly at first, and then more gentle.
His unshaven beard felt rough, and despite the fact that his hard body had a smell of sweat and tanning lotion, Lilly felt her body melting, merging into his. This was what she had needed for so long. Craig would have to wait.'
Connie turned the page, and the Ranger's eyes moved down. He saw that Connie was idly rubbing the crotch of her bikini while she was reading. He pulled up alongside her, and since she had not noticed him, the ranger kept silent and watched as Connie slowly slipped two fingers of one hand under her bikini.
'Lilly felt his manliness rubbing up against her lower quarters, and she felt her body quivering.' Lilly knew now, Butch was going to be taking her to bed long before Craig, the handsome businessman that Lilly had been thinking would be getting his chance tonight.
'Craig was of the same class of man as her husband. Smart, educated and wealthy. The only difference was, her husband was unable to satisfy her in bed. Craig, it seemed, might be just what she needed.
Lilly had been getting ready to see Craig, this evening at dinner, and now she was being seduced, and roughly, by this crude cut of a man. But there is time she was thinking as she glanced at the clock on the table beside the bed. I still have an over an hour to be there, so maybe, if we hurry...'
Connie sighed, and the pace of her fingers increased under her bikini.
'Butch grinned confidently at Lilly, and standing back from her, slowly tugged down his bathing suit. Lilly stared at what was being revealed, her eyes both in wonder and shock.'
Connie's fingers hastened their pace, and the Ranger grinned. This was worth seeing for sure. He was not about to announce his presence as long as she was ******* that he was there and watching.
Almost a full minute went by, during which Connie slowly manipulated her clitoris as she read how the naked beach bum had picked Lilly up and carried her over to the couch. Now he had placed her hand on his enormity and Lilly could feel her heart pounding as she felt what was in her hand.
In the process of manipulating her clitoris, Connie had slowly worked the top of her bikini down, and much of her upper pubic zone was now visible to the Ranger. He could not quite see her clitoris, but that was only because her fingers had it covered.
'Lilly gasped with pleasure as Butch started to enter her, cramming it in, feeling painfully and wonderfully large as he was stretching her and...just then the phone rang beside the bed.'
Connie sighed. 'Oh oh, an interruption, and just when it was getting good.'
Something caused Connie to raise her head and start looking around. She had her own interruption when she saw the front of the Ranger's boat out of the corner of her eye, and as Connie started to turn her head in his direction, he said, "Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?"
Connie immediately pulled her hand out and away from her crotch, and her face turned red at being caught in the act.
"Reading my book," Connie hastily replied...as she thought to herself, 'duh-isn't it obvious?' She tossed her novel angrily onto the seat.
"You're in a restricted fishing area," the ranger informed her as he admired her breasts and gorgeous legs, which Connie had propped up on the seat in front of her. As he stared, she slowly closed her legs and placed them on the floor of her boat.
"But officer, I'm not fishing. Can't you see that?"
The officer wanted to get a better look at her. If she looked this good lying down in that boat, she would really look good standing alongside him.
"Yes, but you have all the equipment," he stated, while pointing his finger at Jerry's gear. "I'll have to take you in and write you up."
"If you do that, I'll have to charge you with ****," snapped the irate woman.
"But, I haven't even touched you," groused the ranger.
"Yes, that's true, she replied, with a glance at the bulge in his pants, "but you do have all the equipment."
He had noticed her quick glance at his bulge. He also had seen the novel she was reading, and her hand on her pussy. Maybe, just maybe, and what the heck, it would be her word against his anyhow. The Ranger decided to go for it.
"Equipment? You can see my equipment? Here, let me give you a better look at it."
With that, the officer opened his pants and pulled out his pole, which even though mostly soft and dangling, was already past 6 inches and thick. "Now miss," he said arrogantly to the housewife, who was staring with wide eyes and opened mouth, "Suppose I was really to **** you with this? If you're going to accuse me, I might as well get some fun out of it."
Connie stared hungrily at his penis, which looked impressive indeed from her angle far below him. 'If only my husband...' It was hard to conceal the excitement in her voice as she answered. "I think Mr. officer sir, that if you were to **** me with THAT, we might BOTH be committing some kind of crime."
Grinning lewdly, the officer pointed over towards an island. "Why don't you row on over to that island? There's a nice sandy beach there I would like to show you."
Without another word, she grasped the oars and followed him towards the island. Connie couldn't believe it. In the novel Connie had been reading, the housewife had never been with any man other than her husband. After he had carried her to the couch, the beach bum had dropped his trousers and revealed a penis substantially larger than her husband's.
At that moment, Connie had become aware of the ranger watching her. Now, like the housewife in the novel, a strange and possibly large penis was being presented to her. Connie rowed as hard as she could, beaching her boat on the sand.
Within seconds they were on the shore and Connie was on her knees and sucking hungrily on his penis, which he had left hanging out of his trousers all the way to the island.
He was growing, growing in her mouth, and Connie realized as her jaw was being pulled apart that she might have bitten off more than she could chew. There was no way she could take this in her pussy. Shit, her husband came pretty close to filling her full and he was noticeably smaller than this.
Connie had started feeling guilty at this cheating, her first time. It was too late to back out of some of this. After all, she was already sucking his dick. But, maybe she could at least avoid fucking this big burly Ranger. If she didn't go through with the fuck, Connie could maintain some semblance of faithfulness to her husband. At least in her mind she could, because Jerry would never know about this.
Connie was going to have to finish him this way, by swallowing his come and getting it over with. She used all the tricks she had learned to get him off. She twirled her tongue around the head, and tickled the edges of the ridge. She squeezed his shaft with her lips while at the same time she used one hand to stroke him while her other hand cupped his large testicles and jiggled them up and down.
Pre-coital fluid was pouring out of him by the buckets, and Connie swallowed the slightly sweet tasting fluid with an enjoyment she had never experienced with her husband.
He felt his penis getting to the point of no return and said, "Whoa honey, hold up now. I don't want to waste this load in your hot little mouth. I want to dump it all in your little pussy."
As he pushed Connie back on the sand before she had time to protest, he kneeled between her legs and pulled her bikini top up and off her breasts, exposing the lovely globes to his view. Then he roughly lifted her ass and began pulling her bottoms off.
She protested and tried to sit up again.
"Wait, I've changed my mind," she said, rising onto her elbows as he cupped and fondled her lovely breasts in his huge hands. "This is cheating on my husband. I've never done this before. And besides, you're too big for me. I didn't think that you would get this big. Maybe we... maybe some other time."
"Time? You need time? Don't think you can take my big hunk of meat? I'm supposed to be ****** you, remember? Now lie down bitch, and I'll show you what a **** is all about."
He pushed her back down onto the sand, and without removing his trousers got onto his knees between her legs and pushed them wide apart.
"Now bitch. Grab that thing and guide it into your pussy."
She looked down her body and saw his menacing penis pointing towards her vagina. Her tender little vagina that he wanted to rip open.
"Please. Can't I just suck you off? I don't care for swallowing come that much, in fact I never do it for my husband, but I promise to do it for you." In her mind she was thinking of how his penis would blast shot after shot of come over her tongue and deep down her throat, and she gulped at the thought.
But he had other plans. "No baby. I'm going to fuck you hard and deep. I wouldn't miss having your pussy for the world."
She tried to rise, but his body kept her from going any higher than onto her elbows. Connie watched as he squeezed and fondled her breasts, and her nipples grew hugely erect. But down there, between her tits was a view of that...that thing that would tear her apart.
"Please...you'll hurt me. Let me finish you with my mouth."
He snickered. "Then it wouldn't be a ****, baby. I promised you a ****, remember? Now, aim that dick for me."
Trembling visibly, she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock. It felt so thick in her hand, like grabbing a salami or something. She placed it at the entrance to her vagina and strangely, felt her lips sort of open to welcome him. He began pushing into her immediately upon feeling her lips grasp him along the sides of his dickhead.
When he started pushing firmly into her, Connie gasped and tried to push him away, but it was no use as his strength greatly exceeded hers, and he was on top. His dickhead was opening her brutally, stretching her painfully.
"Please, my husband...." Connie could not finish whatever it was she wanted to say as he opened her tight lips with a head that was almost as large as her closed fist.
He stopped there, holding himself in place at the point where his head was stretching her inner lips to the maximum they were designed to take except the way it was feeling to her, he had exceeded her limits.
"Yes baby, your husband. Think about your husband as you feel me opening you, stretching you, hurting you at first until you feel the pleasure beginning to take over as you slowly and then hungrily start craving and begging for my big cock."
"Why...why are you saying that, talking like that?"
He laughed. "My wife reads the same novels you do, and the big difference between she and you is that she doesn't have to fantasize on getting a big cock, because she has one."
He was holding himself high above her with arms outstretched in order to see his cock enter her little snatch. Once he had gotten the head in, causing Connie to let out a huge sigh, he waited until he felt her arms slowly go around his waist, and then he dropped down to lie upon her and begin pumping.
Connie was moaning as tears came to the corners of her eyes and then poured down her cheeks. Even with a little time for foreplay and lubrication she would have been hard-pressed to accommodate what he had to offer. With a still slightly dry pussy, she groaned as he slid further into her, opening her wide and penetrating far deeper than her husband had ever gone.
"Now baby, this is what a **** is all about."
She was gasping. "It hurts. In my books, the women always like it."
He laughed. "Yeah baby, but this is a ****, remember? You aren't allowed to like it until some times passes and I manage to overcome your mental resistance."
He gave her another stroke, going deeper. "The body part becoming willing happens automatically. As your pussy starts to respond, you will begin connecting with me mentally. It is bound to happen, so just lie back and enjoy this."
Connie sniffed, but her arms were holding him tight. "I am lying back since I have no choice, but I..." She lost her voice but quickly placed one hand between their bodies in an effort to either stop his penetration, or at least slow it down.
He gave her a few more strokes, cutting off her voice and going deeper each time into her nervous pussy that was finally beginning to lubricate. "Feel THAT," he said as he penetrated all the way to the deepest recesses of her pussy and his balls landed on her upraised ass.
She was still trying to push him away as he started pumping. "Please, you're hurting me, you're hurting me, you're.... you're.... ooooh, you're starting to feel a little better now."
This was unbelievable. During this little vacation, Connie had read two or three romance novels that were almost identical to what was happening to her. She was an innocent housewife, away from her husband, and being ravished by a powerful hulk of a man.
As he continued to stroke deeply into her pussy, which was growing wetter by the second, her arms went from pushing against his chest to pulling on his ass. Tears were still rolling down her cheeks as her legs slowly went higher and wrapped around him.
Connie was experimenting, trying to see how high she could go to take him even deeper without discomfort. She felt his finger slip under and into her ass, which was wet from all the juices flowing out of her and him. His hands cupped her cheeks at the same time, lifting her ass into the air to meet his thrusting pelvis.
"Just like your books, isn't it? First you wanted, then you felt guilty, and then it was uncomfortable at first, and now..." he laughed, "You can't get enough! Is that the way this is going?"
She was moaning. "That's not fair, you...you fucker! You've been reading the same books as me."
He gave her a few more strokes, eight, ten, twelve, each time pulling back and only leaving the head inside her as he started using the full length of his shaft while she continued to moan and squirm under him.
"Oh fuck you feel good." After expressing himself, he stopped stroking in order to keep from coming. He waited for over a minute, and Connie could feel his penis go down slightly in size as the hardness subsided. He started again, and this time he began moving his hips from side to side as well as forwards and back.
He grew stiffer and Connie moaned with pleasure as he continued to fuck. Her hips began thrusting upwards to match him stroke for stroke. She raised her legs as high around him as she could get them, and in response he lifted her legs and threw them over his shoulders.
"Wait."
He paused in his fucking. "What is it?"
"Pull your trousers down further, the zipper is jabbing me."
In order to get his balance and pull his trousers further down around his thighs, he needed to uncunt, and as he did so, Connie immediately missed his wonderful penis and wanted it back inside. He stood completely up in order to pull the pants to below his knees, and then he decided to bring them down to his ankles.
All the while Connie stared, and her eyes were bright with desire. Then he was mounting her again, and Connie moaned loudly as his penis, this time went deep, and then deeper. She had taken him again, and with virtually no discomfort.
He was trying to hold back in order to make this last, but her pussy was so damned tight and delicious. Ten strokes, a pause, another ten, and then.
"Oh fuck, baby. I should have gone ahead and shot that wad in your mouth and then gone for another round. I'm not gonna be able to hold back for you...It's getting ready. Now baby, now. It's building, building. HERE IT COMES, IT'S GONNA BE A BIG LOAD!
Connie had felt his penis grow even harder and larger as his orgasm neared. Amazingly, she was there too. Each time he had paused, she was about to come. Never before had Connie reached that point so quickly during sex, not with the two high school boys she had fooled around with but never fucked before her marriage or with her husband or even her female roommate in college during their great sessions of fingering and oral sex.
"It's OK, honey. I'm with you," she gasped as her pussy felt his powerful throbbing and in response began to convulse in a manner she had never experienced before. His peter was blasting shot after shot of warm come into her, and her pussy was grasping him, tugging at his cock and milking him dry with every contraction of her vagina.
Connie was groaning loudly, and her fingers dug deeply into his ass as she continued to come with wave after wave of pleasure that turned her body into a quivering mass of jelly.
"Oh fuck, Mr Ranger sir. I've never felt it like that before."
For the first time, ever, Connie had been fucked and given the feeling of having been dominated and possessed rather than possessing. They continued to lie there afterwards. Several minutes went by while they regained their breathing and his penis slowly went soft inside her.
When he tried to kiss her for the first time, Connie thought of her marriage and her husband. She guiltily turned her head to one side, then thought better of it and turned her head back in order to meet his lips with hers. Their tongues touched, and tears flowed down her cheeks as the passion of their kiss grew.
Inside, she was so wet. It felt like he had pumped a gallon of juice into her. But he wasn't through. He grew hard almost instantly from the kissing. Despite her desire to get back to the cabin because it was getting late, Connie responded passionately.
He sort of giggled. "Does this mean that the **** is over and now the fun can begin?"
She looked up at him, but her hips continued to thrust up towards him. "You fucker, it's just like you described in your book. Give it to me!"
The fucking went on as his hugeness reamed her pussy. This time it lasted longer. As her tears of joy flowed freely, Connie came again, but the Ranger held back.
"Get on top, baby. I want to see how you can ride that cock."
Connie rode it all right. She didn't care that he was making her slightly sore. She didn't care that he was maybe a little too large. She rode him like the heroine in one of the novels she had finished recently. She twisted her body over him, causing his dick to bend inside her.
"Shit. You're really getting with it!"
She found one angle that really gave her stimulation up inside, and Connie stayed with it, pumping, twisting until she reached an orgasm that topped all others.
She collapsed on top of him. Her body was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. But the fucking went on. As Connie laid with the full weight of her body on him, too weak to move, he started thrusting upwards into her pussy. Only seconds had elapsed between her rousing orgasm and the time when he had taken over the pumping.
Connie had climaxed three times. She asked him to finish because of time, and he turned her over and buried his penis, pinning her ass to the sand. This time he worked her harder, slamming into her and making his testicles bounce off her ass. When he started coming again, Connie had her fourth orgasm. She had been given multiple orgasms, a first for her.
When the Ranger pulled out and slowly climbed to his feet, his slippery penis had shriveled to a size that was only maybe two inches larger than Connie's husband's penis was when it was soft.
As he struggled to pull his trouser back into place, Connie stared up at his cock, and thought to herself, 'It is amazing how two cocks could look to be only about two inches different when soft and yet one of them could grow so much more than the other one.'
The big ranger was tucking his penis into his trousers and zipping up. He stared down at Connie while she continued to lie weakly with her legs opened. Her pussy was gaping from being stretched and it was still red from her orgasm and slippery looking as his come started to ooze out.
Technically, she should have been embarrassed at being in this revealing pose, but she sensed that he was enjoying the view, and she was enjoying giving it to him.
"Well honey," he said with a superior tone, "how did you enjoy your ****?"
"It was disgusting. You are no better than a barbarian," she said. But then as she struggled to get to her feet and started pulling her bikini bottoms on, Connie smiled and said, "But now I get to go back out there and finish reading with no more hassle from you, right?"
"I thought you were in a hurry to get back to your husband."
She glanced at her watch. "It's just two. He's probably still taking his nap. Maybe I can finish my book."
"You really were reading? You weren't fishing?" he said, playing dumb. The mood had gone back to when they had first met, and she knew that he was teasing.
"No Mr. officer, sir. It must have been obvious to you that I was only reading. And besides, in reference to fishing, I never knew what a pole was or how much it could do for a horny housewife until I saw and felt yours inside of me."
As Connie rowed her boat back to where it had been floating before, she realized that her body was dripping in sweat from her intense fuck, and come was pouring out of her pussy and into her bikini bottom in huge quantities.
It was necessary for her to slip into the cooling water, and while hanging onto the side of the boat with one hand Connie used the other hand to pull her bottoms off and let the come ooze out of her pussy and into the water. Her pussy was sore too, she realized, and the water was so soothing to her tortured lips.
After a minute or two she slipped a finger into her cunt in order to pull some more come out because the water was very cool and her pussy had tightened up. In addition, her body was starting to tremble and her nipples were rigid, just like they had been when he had fucked her with that monster of a cock.
Even though the Ranger had fucked her twice, and for a good period of time, it had been too quick, too fucking quick. Connie had experienced the best orgasms of her life, but it might have been even better if there had been more time.
'Why the fuck did I call it quits? I could have stayed with him for a while longer.'
As she climbed back into the boat by throwing her right leg up and over, her bottom half was still naked. Upon sitting down Connie realized that the officer had quietly eased his boat up next to hers once again. He was grinning broadly.
"That was a great view of an wide-opened snatch you gave me just now when you flipped your leg up over the side, " he said, grinning evilly. "You wanna know something? It was still red from the great fucking you had."
She felt her face turn red, and then thought, 'Why should I be embarrassed?'
"So how about it baby? Can you sneak away from your husband day after tomorrow? I won't be working then, and maybe we could get it on in my bed."
"On your bed? Do you have a wife?"
"Yes, but she's gone during the day, not fishing, but working."
Connie wanted to play the officer, culprit game. "No way, Mr. officer, sir. I'm still happily married, and the only way another man could have me would be if he were to **** me. And I don't plan to get myself into compromising positions."
The officer looked at her strangely, and then he slowly said, "Well, if I catch you fishing on this lake again, I'll have to run you in, or make you pay a fine."
She met his eyes with hers before replying, "Well, I plan to be out here again, maybe the day after tomorrow, and I might see just what I can do with this pole of mine." As Connie spoke, she reached down and lifted her husband's fishing rod, holding it up for the Ranger to see.
"Well ma'am, I just might be here to catch you. When I'm not working I have a boat of my own I can use. I just might be on the water to see what I can catch. Have a nice day."
"Yes, you have a nice day too, Mr. officer, sir." She remembered something else and spoke up. "Day after tomorrow will be our last day here. We will be heading home the next morning."
"Well then, we had better make sure that I catch you out here fishing then. We wouldn't want a crime to go unpunished."
She smiled, a very warm smile. "Absolutely not. Oh, and one more thing. Do you ever get over to Minneapolis?"
"All the time."
"Grab a pen. I think if a Ranger is writing out a ticket for illegal fishing, then he needs to get a name and address, doesn't he?"
'I'm thinking maybe a phone number would be more important, and when is a good time to call?"
She gave him the info needed. For some reason, if they failed to connect in two days, there would be another chance.
When Connie returned to the cabin, her husband had just awakened and read her note. As Jerry climbed out of bed she caught a quick glimpse of his cock. He had an erection, probably from dreaming. When Jerry noticed her staring at it with what he thought was desire, he pretended not to notice and attempted to hide his penis by turning away.
Connie laughed inside. Jerry thought she was looking at it with desire. I he only knew how I was just comparing it to that nice piece of equipment I just had, he would die.
"Did you have a nice time on the boat, dear?" he asked.
"Yes honey. I got a nice start on a tan," Connie said as she stretched her arms back, making her breasts appear to burst through her bikini top and causing her husband to turn red in the face at her brazenness. Testing him, she pulled her top off, and he pretended not to notice and started to straighten the bed covers.
"But honey, don't you want to see my red titties?"
Connie flashed her breasts at him, then started to pull her bottoms off. She stopped when she realized that come was still dribbling out of her. She laughed inwardly. 'Hell, I don't want to fuck my husband right now anyhow. Besides the fact that I have a sore snatch, Jerry would probably feel really small so soon after the Ranger.
Her husband was more wimp than man. If only Jerry would just toss her down and fuck her hard some day. But she knew he never would. It didn't matter anyhow, because now she knew where to find a man who wasn't afraid to use what he had.
As she walked towards the bathroom to shower and change into some clothes for dinner, Connie looked over her shoulder and said, "I'll give this slight sunburn a chance to heal, and then I'd like to use the boat again the day after tomorrow if you don't mind. I want to read and work on my tan some more."
"Yes, dear."
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MORAL: Never marry a woman who knows how to read.
It's likely she can also think for herself.
End
Just for the fun of it, readers, here's another shot of Joyce that I took in a second bedroom where I had installed black lights and glow pillows, etc. You should have seen that bed light up in all kinds of colors. We could be 'psychedelic' without the drugs.
Pillows and black lights and burning candles as you fuck, that was all the rage in the late 60s. Believe it or not, my gal Suzi bought the yardage and sewed up all those pillows by hand. By hand! Five pillows show in the photo and I think Suzi did two or three more. Took her hours and she surprised me with them. She stuffed them with small chunks of foam rubber.
That mattress on the floor was just the right size for three....
