    Title: Fishing Trip to Canada
    Author: Eskimo1958
    Summary: Joe and Paul go on a fishing trip, and after other family
     members leave, they end up helping Donna out of a bad
     relatinoship, and into a hot one. She shws them that sharing is
      quite fun, as she has lots to offer. Great sex in the rain.
    Keywords: MM/F, v, anal, oral

Joe and I were heading to the local hangout to grab a bite, it had been a good week, and we just saw the others off. We were using our cousins cabin up here north of Toronto, a five hour ride from our home in Detroit. My two brothers and their boys had just left this afternoon, as did Joe's two son-in-laws, and three grandsons. My son and grandson left yesterday. Fun was had by all, and now we had three days left before we had to head back.

Joe is a first cousin, and seven years older than I at 54. We both lost our wives the past two years, only two months apart. But we're doing okay, we always hung out together, and he was like an older brother to me. The lake cottage is only accessible by boat, a ten minutes ride, then a thirty minute ride into Huntsville. It's a nice size city, not sure of the exact population, but a few night spots. One in particular we hit every night so far, usually for dinner, but tonight we thought we would see what the bar had to offer.

We had gotten this one girl as our waitress for every evening. One thing here, this was a all-guy thing, we did breakfast and lunch on our own, but as for the evening meal, we decided not to rough it, except for the previous night, when we cooked up all the fish we caught. So when we walked in the door, the blonde girl said "Hi guys," and looked behind us, asking "Where's the rest of 'em, you guys eat them for dinner last night?"

Joe laughed, saying "No, we ate the fish we caught all week last night, the others had to head on home."

She guided us to a table, saying "And now you guys are in need of a meal."

She was rather cute, about five-six, maybe one-thirty in weight. Shoulder length blonde hair, which tonight she had in pigtails and curls, sort of made her look like one of those yappity little dogs, but I just smiled to myself, not telling her that. She had ample breasts, and the sweater with the plunging neckline was showing it off. She smiled when I looked up and realized that I had been caught peeking as I was taking my seat.

We each ordered steak and baked potato, and some good Canadian beer to wash it down. She was always there making sure we had plenty, and when it came time to pay up, we both tipped her well, in American money even. As we were getting up, she said "You boys come again."

Joe looked at her, and said "We ain't leaving yet, Paul & I thought we would have some drinks in the bar."

She smiled back, saying with a twinkle in her eye, "Well, I get off my shift in twenty minutes, how about I join you guys, since you both have been such great tippers this week."

I said "Sure, we ain't in no hurry." as we made our way into the bar section.

We got a table, and sat down, and a barmaid came and got our drink order, and after a few minutes, returned with a pitcher of beer. A Blue Jay game was on, they were playing the Tigers, so we were watching it, and shooting the shit about the past weeks happenings. This had become a yearly thing, starting about six years ago, when my dad was still living. The cabin is small, only three bedrooms, but plenty of floor space and room outside to pitch some tents. Now that everyone was gone, Joe and I were discussing some repair work that needed to be done before we leave on Sunday, three days away.

Even though it's another cousins cabin, we pay our way so to speak by doing work on the place, as our cousin can only make it up a few times a summer as well. Last year we re-did the dock, the year before that the roof. This year, we're going to work on some plumbing and electrical, as well as put in a new door. I was just going over some prices that I had written down, when our favorite waitress came in and sat down in an empty chair. She said "Hi guys, what ya'll doing?"

"Well, we're going over things we need to do to the cabin before we leave Sunday." I replied.

"You guys own a cabin? Which lake?" she asked.

"Kawamagama," Joe replied, "It's a ten minute boat ride from the marina."

Then it hit me, "Hey, we never got your name?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Donna...Donna Rychel." She stuck out her hand, and we shook, as I said "I'm Paul Sanders, and this is my cousin, Joe Fernen." Then I said "Actually, the cabin belongs to another cousin, we use it once a year, and help with the upkeep."

So we sat and talked for about an hour, and polished off another pitcher of beer. In that short amount of time, we found out that she was from Sudbury, divorced, and that she had a son that was twenty, a student at Guelph University. She moved here to Huntsville in May, for no particular reason. She said she's had a few boyfriends, but nothing serious. We had told her that both of us were widowed, and I noticed a gleam in her eye. I was wondering if Joe was going to hit on her first, or if I should.

Up to this time, there had been no physical contact, not even a touch of hands since our first handshake. Joe and I started telling stories about the past week, the usual 'fishing' lies. I had just looked up at the clock, as Joe was talking about the fish that he didn't catch, when I saw Donna's face go white, and a look of fear came across her face. Joe noticed it as well, and I turned to see two guys approach our table in the bar. I also noticed everyone else watching us.

Now, we were two Americans, sitting in a Canadian bar, nothing wrong with that, and talking with a rather good looking woman, that happened to be single, or so she had told us. Both men were about my size, six-foot, and two-hundred pounds. Neither were much older than forty, which is Donna's age. As one approached, the one on the right said to Donna, "Hey bitch, where you fuckin' been?"

Joe's face lit up, and he stood up quickly, saying "You guys looking for something?" Oh shit, we don't need this. Joe is an ex-nam vet, two tours, rangers. As for me, I'm just a regular guy, hadn't been in a fight since I don't know how long. I was too young for Vietnam, and didn't really want to join the military when I was old enough, opting for a quiet college life instead.

Before I could say anything, the one on the left took a half-ass swing at Joe's head. The guy on the right, between me and Joe, started for Joe as well. I grabbed the back of his shirt and swung him around, as I saw Joe promptly dislocate the first guys shoulder, then as the guy fell, he belted him in the back of the head, sending him crumpling to the floor. My guy was a bit miffed at this, and tried elbowing me in the gut, calling me a "Fuckin asshole Yank!" As his head came back around, I reached down, grabbed the ashtray, and promptly smashed it into his face, the flat bottom of it crushing his nose, breaking both the ashtray and the dumbfuck's nose. He fell to the floor, his hands to his face, blood gushing out between his fingers, screaming bloody murder.

I looked at Joe, and he at me, the other guy was face first on the floor, counting hockey pucks, and Donna still had that frightened look on her face. I said "Well, do we fly or stay for the police?"

Joe smiled, and looked at the bartender, no one in the place made a move, as he asked "How much for the ashtray?"

The bartender, in a state of shock, said "Five bucks."

Joe pulled out his wallet, went to the bar, and handed him a twenty in US currency, "That'll pay for it, as well as our beer tab I think." He looked back at the two guys, the one whose nose I busted dropped his hands and swung at my legs. I jumped out of the way and spun right, raising my left leg while doing so, and connecting my foot with the side of his jaw. Knock out! As were a few of the teeth that he had, as they went tumbling out of his mouth and across the bar floor. Damn that hurt, I thought I broke my fuckin foot.

Joe winced and said "Nice shot, but next time, turn your foot and catch the target on more of the bottom." Just then, we heard the siren, shit, the cops, guess we stay. I sighed, and took my seat with Donna, and Joe came back and sat down too.

In a few seconds, the front door burst open, and six cops came filing in. Shit, must be the whole fucking police force of the city, didn't think they had this many officers. Two each went to the fallen morons, as the other two turned to the bartender, demanding "What happened?"

I heard one officer say "Shit, this guy's out like a light...damn, his shoulder's broken."

At the other fallen idiot, another of the officer's said "Yeah well, this one's going to need some dental work, once they reset his nose and jaw." I smiled, as they looked at us. One of the other officers at the bar, squinted at the one with the busted shoulder, saying "Well I'll be, that's Rod Adams," he went to the other one, and looked at him, shining his flashlight into his eyes, "And that’s his brother, Dan."

"Hey Brian," the officer turned to the bartender, who called him by name, pointing to the fallen brothers, "Those two came in here, wanting to get at Donna, one of those yanks stepped in their way, and when Rod swung, that yank there walloped the shit out of him."

Officer Bryan looked at Joe a bit suspiciously, and Joe said non-chalantly "Well, if it wasn't self-defense, do you think I would still be here?"

The cop turned to his partner, saying "Call for ambulance, these two ain't going to bleed in my car." There were chuckles, as he said "Look, I want your side of the story, and don't leave the country."

He took our story, as well as Donna's, but looked at her a bit funny the whole time. Some of the other patrons collaborated our story, as did the bartender. An hour later, well after they hauled the two guys out on stretchers, and after we gave our home address as well as where we were staying, they let us go.

As we headed out to the parking lot, with Donna, Joe asked "Okay, I would like to know what I was fighting for?"

She said "I was dating one of them, broke up last week. Some guys just don't like being spurned." She hesitated, before saying "Listen, can I go with you guys?"

"But they can't get you, it'll take them all night just to get their injuries taken care of." I responded.

I could see in the cool, dark night that she was scared, and Joe said "Sure, come on."

She smiled, and said "Um, you mind if we swing by my apartment, I'll need some things." Joe shrugged his shoulders, and unlocked the door of the truck.

I looked at him funny, as we piled into his Chevy truck, him driving, with Donna in the middle. After going to her apartment, where she went in and came back out after only ten minutes with a bag, we headed on to the landing. It was quiet the whole thirty minutes back to the landing. And I was getting one hell of a hardon, as her breasts would ride up against my arm, and she smelled so sweet.

At the landing, we climbed out and walked to the dock, where we got into the bass boat. Since it was well after dark, it was a slow ride to the cabin, doubling the time. Once docked, as we were getting out, she said "Guys, I want to thank you both, I mean, well...."

Joe said "Don't worry about it, you can make breakfast." She smiled, and hugged him on the dock giving him a kiss, then did the same to me. We walked up the stairs to the cabin, and entered. Joe first, followed by Donna, then me. I was a bit tired, and my foot was killing me, as I plopped down on the couch. Joe said "You can have this room," he pointed to the middle room. She smiled, and went inside. This cabin was built cheaply, not for privacy, having no interior doors. So the room we gave her, was the only one with any privacy, as it having a sheet hanging across the front. There were also no ceilings, the rafters open to view to the roof.

She went on into the room, and flipped on a light. Joe sat down on the other couch, and looked at me. He gave me a look of 'what else we going to do?' and I just shrugged my shoulders. I said loudly for Donna to hear, "If you want a shower, feel free to use it, it is lake water though."

She said back "Is there hot water?"

"Of course." said Joe. "But not a whole lot, so if you can make it quick so we can get some as well?"

We heard her chuckle, "Okay, no problem, but I'll need a towel."

"They're one on the shower rod." I replied.

Joe got up and went to the woodstove. It was a bit chilly, so he got the fire going as we heard her taking her clothes off. She came out wearing a nightgown, smiling. The nightie was rather bland, not showing her figure at all. She smiled at both of us, as she went into the bathroom, drawing the curtain across. Joe had the fire going strong, the crackling of the wood sound filling the cabin.

Her shower was short, and soon she was out, her hair up in the towel. She said "Thanks guys, hope I left enough hot water for ya." She disappeared into the bedroom, and her light went out.

Joe looked at me, and I said "Okay, guess it's my turn." My shower was even shorter than hers. I had taken one before we went out to eat, so no need to do my hair. As I was stepping out and grabbing a towel, Joe came in and said " My turn." as he dropped his towel and climbed into the tub, closing the curtain. I went on to bed, and with all the booze I had earlier, was off to sleep.

I woke up to the smell of coffee brewing and bacon frying. I smiled, thinking that Joe was up early. I got out of bed, and strolled out of my room, my morning erection bobbing between my legs, heading to the bathroom. I didn't have my glasses on, and I heard female giggling, and it hit me, we got company.

I said "Oh shit!" and turned on my heels, heading back to get some clothes and my glasses. I heard Joe say "Way to go, Paul."

Embarrassed beyond belief, I grabbed some sweats, and came back out, now able to see as well. She was standing at the stove, smiling at me, Joe at the table, with a big grin on his face, wearing shorts and a t-shirt, as I blushed and ducked into the bathroom. I was emptying my bladder, and I heard her state, "My, that thing of his was full, wasn't it?" Joe broke up laughing, as I muttered under my breath. "You know guys, if you want to go around naked, it won't bother me."

I responded "Sure why not, just as soon as you do." I chuckled.

I pulled my pants up, and heard Joe go "Oh!" real softly. As I came out of the bathroom, I saw him first, staring into the kitchen area, his mouth hanging wide open. I turned, and there was Donna, standing there, putting on a cooking apron over the front of her nude torso. Well, she was wearing socks, but that was it.

I couldn't believe my eyes, as I looked at her, her breasts pushing the apron out, and her bare ass sticking out into the air, and then at Joe, who as still staring in shock, "Gee Joe, first nude woman in awhile? Or just forgot what one looked like!"

He shook his head, as Donna turned and laughed at both of us, "The bacon's done, how you boys want your eggs?"

I took a seat at the table, "Over easy Donna," I looked at Joe again, "And Joe the same, he's sort of speechless right now."

She brought the bacon over, as well as a cup of coffee for me. I smiled, and peeked behind the apron. She playfully swatted my hands, saying "Don't do that, you eat up."

She went back and got some toast, and then the fridge, where she bent over and peered in, hunting for the butter. I about died, and my cock jumped, as her ass was towards us, her sex clearly visible as she bent over.

Joe said "Damn!" She turned her head, and smiled back at us.

Closing the fridge, she returned with the butter, and then went back to the eggs. I do believe my cousin was in shock. I started eating the bacon, and asked "You gonna eat any?"

He deadpanned "I would very much like too."

She turned her head at that, and smiled, saying "You boys got lots of work to do today?"

Joe said "Uh, yeah, guess we do at that."

"Well," she turned the eggs over, "I was thinking, I don't want to get in your way, so why don't I lay out on the deck and get some sun, looks like you're pretty secluded, here aren't you?" She leaned forward, looking out the window, overlooking the small cove that the cabin was on. The cabin sits about twenty feet above the water, with stairs leading from a deck in front, down to the dock. No one on the lake can see the deck, unless they come into the cove. I'm sure Joe was with me in thinking that we would love the view on our deck today.

She scooped the eggs out of the pan and onto the plates, and brought them over. She had even cooker herself two, and took a seat herself, but not before taking the apron off. I was amazed at seeing her bare breasts, about softball size, with a gentle slope to them. Her nipples were hard, and since it was rather warm in the cabin with a good fire going in the stove, I didn't think she was cold. I could also see, as could Joe, that she was definitely a natural blonde. She smiled, saying "Eat up fellas." As she picked up a fork and dug in. I chuckled, and did likewise, with Joe just shaking his head, and taking a bite of food. I started giggling, and the other two did likewise, as the three of us broke out in laughter.

Standing up, I pushed the chair back, and stepped out of my sweats, my schlong released from it's confines. I then sat back down, and resumed breakfast. Joe just smiled, and did the same, his shorts coming off first, then his shirt. Donna leaned down and looked under the table, then sat back up, saying "Hmm, not bad, not bad at all." She smiled, and returned to finishing her breakfast. Joe and I just looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and finished ours as well, both of us wondering what would happen next...and more importantly, when!

After we were through eating, she picked up the plates, and took them to the sink, and started washing, turning to look at us, as we admire her nude frame, she said, "Well, I'll keep myself occupied, as soon as I'm done with dish's, I’ll get some sun, I'll try to stay out of you guys way."

We just smiled, and got up, and started at the tasks we had planned. Joe said "I'll go get the wire, lets get that last room re-wired." I nodded my head, and we got up and went to work. The wiring isn't hard to re-do, since it was all exposed above the walls. So really, after two hours, we were through with that, and moving on to another project, the drain under the sink.

During the whole time, we never put on clothes, except for shoes and socks. It was a bit weird at first, but eventually, I was use to it, as was Joe. We caught glimpse's of Donna, as she would stroll into the cabin from her spot on the deck, going potty once....she didn't even bother closing the curtain over the entrance to the bathroom...and another time just to check on how we were doing.

About noon, she came back in, and made us sandwiches, we were each sneaking glance's her way, as she got out the bread and meat, as she asked what we wanted on them and making small talk, the whole time walking about, her tits bouncing and jiggling as she went.

We stopped to eat, all three of us on the deck outside, stark naked under the sun, eating ham sandwiches and washing it all down with beer. She took our paper plates, saying "I'll throw these away, why don't you two rest and take a break for a bit?" She smiled down at us, her hair framing her pretty face and fine breasts.

We handed her the plates, and Joe said "I could use another beer," he looked at my bottle, adding "And so could Paul, okay?"

She said "No problem, fellas'." as she walked to the cabin door.

When she was inside, Joe asked "Well?!"

I responded "Well what?"

He kept his voice lowered, as he gave me a look of disdain, asking "Which one of us should make the first move....which one of us gets her?"

I chuckled, saying "I do believe we'll let her toy with us, big cousin, then, we both will probably get her." I smiled, and he smiled back.

Donna came back out with three beers, and handed them to us. Joe and I were facing the lake, with the sun over our right shoulders. Donna said "You know, I'm going to move this lounge chair around, to get more exposure to the sun." Joe snorted, as I was thinking the same damn thing, she was pretty much as exposed as one could get. But she grabbed her chair, and pulled it around, so we were facing her. She laid out the towel, and laid down on it, stretching out her frame with her arms behind her head, legs slightly spread.

She proceeded to tell us more about her life, info that sort of was lost on me, as I was too busy admiring her body, working from her cute face, down to her adorable upturned, full breasts, and then to her magical vee where her legs met, her pubic region covered by a fine matting of blonde hair. Her whole body was slicked down with sunning oil, giving it a glimmering sheen in the mid-day sun.

When she finally stopped talking, Joe said "Well Paul, looks like it's time to finish that sink."

He stood up, and I did too, saying "Yeah, got some more pipe to lay."

As we went to the cabin, I heard her say "Hope you guys never get tired of laying pipe." I turned my head and smiled back at her, seeing her giving both of us a wink. My cock twitched. God, I wanted to fuck her then and there, but I went on in, with the help of Joe tugging on my arm.

We were under the sink, getting the last bit connected, when the phone rang. Joe sighed, and said "I'll get it." As he rolled out from next to me.

I was about done anyway, just one more connection, as we got the part under the cabin done earlier before lunch. He answered the phone, "Hello....speaking....uh-huh....yeah, we're not going anywhere until Monday.....well, we could come over later this afternoon?....sure, it'll take us an hour....uh-huh, no problem, see you then....good-bye." He hung up, and I was looking up from where I was laying, with a quizzical look on my face. He smiled, saying "We need to go into town, seems that they want to talk to us a bit more." He went outside, and I heard him talking to Donna, something about we all had to get dressed, as we had to go to the police station.

She didn't say anything, as I tightened the last connection, and crawled out from underneath, tested the work, it was fine, then washed off the grime off my hands and arms. Donna walked in, and went into her room to get dressed. I went into mine, and Joe did likewise. No one said anything, not after that point, not the boat ride to the landing, nor the thirty-minute ride to Huntsville, nor the short walk into the station. I wasn't nervous, but Joe and I both sensed that Donna was.

Entering, Joe told what I assumed to be the Canadian version of a desk sergeant who we were, and he told us to wait, as he dialed the phone, talked briefly to someone, saying we were hear, and hung up.

Soon, a man dressed in a suit came out. God, a fucking detective. Joe stood up, and the guys shook his hand, saying "You must be Mr. Fernen." He stuck out his hand and shook it, and Joe said he was. He said to him, "Come with me," he looked at Donna and I, saying "This won't take long."

They disappeared down the hall, and Donna asked me "Why only Joe?"

I laughed, saying "Probably because they found out that he's a retired Michigan State Trooper."

She was aghast, "But he said he worked for the state parks department?"

"He does, now, but only part-time. He retired from the troopers two years ago, before his wife died."

All she said was "Wow."

After about fifteen minutes, a female came out, asking "Donna? Paul?" we nodded our heads yes, and she said as she turned "Come with me please."

We got up and followed her down the hall, and into a conference room, she said "I was told you two would be more comfortable in here."

So we sat, and sat, and sat,....we talked about everything and anything, but nothing about why we were here. Finally, the door opened, and Joe came in, and said "Okay guys, we can go now."

We got up and followed him out, and to his truck. Once inside, I asked "Ok, what the fuck happened, you were gone for two hours!?!"

He chuckled, as he put the truck in gear, and pulled out of the lot, heading back to the lake. "Well, it seems that Donna here has a rather interesting ex-boyfriend with lots of friends."

I felt her shudder, as I said "Yeah, we seen that. So what?"

"Nothing, for now," he turned into a street, not the way to the lake, "But we're going to help little Donna here out of a jam." I recognized her apartment, as we pulled up to it. He parked the truck, saying "Okay girl, your choice, you can come with us, or you can stay here."

She smiled, and said "I'll need help getting my things out of the apartment."

Had a feeling that would be her choice. She leaned over and kissed Joe, then me, as I got out of the truck. We followed her into her apartment, the downstairs of a two-story residence. Inside, we found everything in it's place, which wasn't hard, considering it only had three rooms, a small living room, kitchen/dining room, and a small bedroom, with an attached small bathroom, only big enough for a toilet and a shower stall. She went into a closet, and pulled out some bags, saying "Okay guys, if it looks like it should go, pack it!"

We started emptying drawers in the bedroom and kitchen. Joe carried out the TV, and came back for her microwave. It only took forty minutes to get things boxed up and loaded into the truck. It was obvious that she didn't have much. Once done, the truck was barely filled, only six bags, two box's and the TV and microwave. We went to the place she worked, she went inside, and came back out ten minutes later, a check in her hand. She said to follow her, as she went to her car, a beat-up old Buick, and pulled out, heading to the bank. Once there, she went inside, closed her account, and came back out, where Joe stopped her, saying "Why don't we get rid of the car?"

She looked at him, "How?"

He pointed across the street to a used car dealer, and she smiled. I sat as he walked across the street, she driving over. Soon, after a few minutes of haggling by Joe, they walked back across the street, with a smile on their faces. I didn't think the car could make it to Detroit, so selling it was a good idea.

As they climbed into the truck, I asked "How much?"

Joe said "A thousand, in Canadian."

"Shit Joe, even with the exchange, you got her the better part of the deal." I exclaimed.

She beamed, saying "I only paid four for it last year." She continued, "He made the check out to Joe and you, sort of a down payment for rent, I guess."

We drove to the landing, and locked the truck up, although most of the stuff was pretty much worthless, even her clothes were rather old. Shit, the TV was black and white, I would even hate to guess how old the microwave is. While on the road, I was dieing to ask, and I finally did. "Where we putting her up at? I mean, back in Detroit?"

Joe thought for a second, "Well, I'm in that small apartment, you're the one with the five bedroom house."

I chuckled, "You know, I was thinking of asking you to move in with me, but just didn't know how to go about asking you."

"No problem then, I'll take one room, and Donna here the other, I'm sure it'll work out. We may need to find her a job though." he stated.

She smiled, with her hands falling to her lap, and by the time we were at the landing, she had one hand each on our thighs. My cock started growing again, as I put an arm around her, pulling her close.

We got to the cabin, finally. It was about dinner time, as she said as she entered, "I'll get dinner ready, why don't you two wash up," she went to the fridge, "Looks like something simple." She pulled some steaks out of the freezer, and popped them in the microwave. Then she pulled her top off and unhooked her bra, as Joe and I went to our bedrooms to get ready for our showers. Joe beat me to it, as I heard him starting the water. I walked out into the living room, and saw Donna out on the deck, getting the grill ready.

She once again was totally nude, her tanned skin shining in the late-day sun. Joe was done in short order, and he came out, saying "You're turn." He smiled when he saw what I was looking at. I smacked him on the back, and went in and took my turn. Getting out, I found Joe making a salad big enough for the three of us, and Donna out grilling the steaks.

We had a pleasant meal, complete with more beer. Tomorrow was our last day, as we leave the day after. It was clouding up, and Joe mentioned that it looked like we were going to get rain tonight. Sensing this, we got busy on two outdoor projects, working on some gutters, and on putting up an outside motion detector light.

Everything was done by nine, just as the late summer sun was setting. Joe and I entered, and found Donna curled up on the couch, still naked underneath a blanket, reading a book. She looked up, and said "I wasn't sure if I should start a fire."

Joe smiled, and went to the wood stove, as I said "Oh, a good fire should be good tonight."

"Yes, " she replied, "things could get very warm in here." she smiled, and took a drink from her beer.

I smiled, I'm not a rocket scientist, but I knew a double-entendre when I heard one. Joe and I sat down in two other comfy chairs, after Joe got the fire going, and started talking as Donna watched. Both of us were still nude, our manhood, though limp, hanging proudly between our bare thighs. I caught her a few times checking both of our packages out, and when she got eye contact, I licked my lips. She blushed and went back to her book.

The fire was getting the cabin heated up rather quickly, as soon she had the blanket pushed down to her waist, revealing her breasts, then a bit after that, she had it off completely. Joe stood up, saying he needed a beer, and headed to the fridge. When he came back by her, she reached out and grabbed his meat, smiling as she tugged on it. He stopped, not wanting to leave it behind as he walked.

She looked up, and said "You know guys, you two are more than gentlemen. I mean, I stripped down nude to see what you two would do." She sat up, still jerking on Joe's rapidly growing meat, "And I was happy to see that neither one of you dared to make a move." She leaned forward, and pulled his cock into her mouth. He moaned softly, as her lips caressed his shaft, probably her tongue working on his cockhead as well.

I stood up, my rising cock in hand, saying "Hey, what are gentlemen for?" I chuckled, as I got onto my knees by the couch, and spread her thighs apart. I've been wanting to eat that snatch all damn day, now it's inches from my nose, and I inhaled her aroma, savoring it. I could smell her heat, as I saw her pussy juices leaking, she was definitely hot for some action, as I bent forward, and flicked my tongue up her slit. I heard thunder in the distance, as she made a muffled moan around Joe's cock, and opened her thighs a bit wider. As she sucked Joe, I ate her hot box, her pussy getting even wetter. Her hips were bucking, as I inserted one, then a second finger into her cunt. I was surprised at how tight it was, as my tongue continued flicking her clit, and running down the length of her pussylips, giving them an oral massage.

I looked up to see Joe pulling on her stiff, erect nipples. Each one was a bright red and stuck out a good half-inch from the end of her tits. Soon I felt her cunt clamp down on my invading fingers, as she tensed up and came hard on my face, giving my face a good glazing. Joe grunted, as he filled her mouth with his load. She wasn't able to swallow all of it, as some leaked out and fell to her breast. After sucking Joe dry, she pulled his schlong out and said "Oh god, fuck me now, damn it."

I chuckled, as did Joe, as he stepped back, and I raised my body, while still on my knees. I took her legs by her knees, and spread, as she took my meat and guided it home to her waiting snatch. I started slowly, but she wanted none of that slow shit, she wanted fucked hard and fast, as she hooked her heels into my ass, and started fucking back at me. The thunder was getting closer, and so was I, as I started pumping her vise-like cunt, her vaginal walls clamped down on my rod, trying to milk a load out of me.

There were beads of sweat forming on her brow, as well as her tits, and with teeth clenched, she came hard, triggering my cock to explode, sending a torrent of my cum deep in her womb. I bent my head down and she grabbed my face, and kissed me heatedly, as we both pumped the last drop out of my rigid cock. I collapsed on top of her, my hands finding her tits and squeezing them gently. As I was kissing her face, I noticed Joe sitting next to us, stroking his meat. He wasn't hard, but I was sure her mouth will get him there.

I pulled my body back, my cock making a plopping sound as it exited her cunt. Her hole stayed open for a second, and our cum slowly dripped out and down into the crack of her ass. She looked at Joe's meat, and smiled, and leaned over, taking it into her mouth. I sat back, as she sucked some life back into old Joe's wood.

As I watched her bob her head up and down, gently tugging on my own deflating meat, I heard another clap of thunder. Joe looked to the window, then at me, and said, "You better get the candles out, you know how we always loose the lights during a storm!"

I nodded my head yes, and stood up, and went and grabbed some candles and lit them. I then turned the lights off, just in case they come back on in the middle of the night. Getting back to the main event, I found Donna kneeling on the couch, facing the back of it, her torso over the back, and Joe pumping her pussy. Her head was arched, and eyes closed, breathing heavily, as she was once again near orgasm. I smiled, and went behind the couch, and put my meat to her lips. Without opening her eyes, she sucked me in, as I grabbed her head and started to fuck her mouth, as Joe did her twat.

Just then, a big clap of thunder, and the rain started, hitting the roof and making a hell of a racket. It was surreal, the three of us fucking, barely enough light from the two candles, and then getting blasted from the light from a bolt of lightning.

As we fucked, we all knew this would be longer, and I was surprised when she pulled my cock out to say, "Lets do it in the rain!" I looked at Joe, and he smiled, so I came around the couch as Joe pulled his meat out of her cunt. I opened the door, it was pouring like no tomorrow. I wasn't too sure of this, but when she grabbed both our cocks, I thought lets go for it.

Before I started out into the rain, she pulled me back, saying "I want Joe to sit on the lounge, and I'll sit on his cock in my cunt, facing him, I want you in my ass!" She smiled a wicked smile, and I just chuckled.

Alright, I've never done a woman’s ass before, my late wife always did the flipper imitation whenever I tried the backdoor, going "Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh!" We dashed out into the cold rain, I was surprised that mine and Joe's cock didn't melt, as he quickly sat down, and she speared her hot box onto his meat. I climbed on behind, and without waiting for the go ahead, shoved my cock in. At first it was rather awkward, as she wasn't quite ready, but she moved her body a bit, and soon I was buried inside her ass. I could feel Joe's seven inch pecker sliding up against my own, only a pair of thin membranes separated our respective cocks.

The rain didn't let up, pelting us with big drops, as Joe and I started rocking with Donna rising and falling on our tools. Joe was sucking on her breasts, as I cupped them up. The lightning was illuminating a very erotic scene, as the three of us fucked like mad, not only to get off, but also to keep warm. That fuckin' rain was cold, damn it!

I was chewing on Donna's ear, and Joe her tit, as she had her own hand on her clit, rubbing it roughly as she continued to fuck onto us. We fucked in the rain for what seemed like twenty minutes, long after the lightning left the area, as her orgasm finally came. It was intense, as I felt her anus clamp down tightly on my meat. Joe groaned, and I could feel his cock spew it's load into her pussy. I kept going, for another few strokes, finally feeling my cock throb, as I emptied my load into her bowels. We hugged and kissed for a few minutes, massaging her body, as we recovered from the latest round.

She was still moving her hips, as we sat in the gentle, cool rain. I was surprised when I realized that my pecker was just as hard as when I blew my last load deep in her ass. And from the feel of Joe's meat in her cunt, so was he. I looked at him, and could see a wicked smile on his face, as he went back to nibbling on her tight nipple. Her hair was stringy from the rain, and our bodies were slick, as she moaned, starting to get into another orgasm as she rode our staffs. I thought we would continue, but she stopped, and announced, "Lets switch holes, boys." She stood up, releasing our raging woodies from her ass and cunt, and swung around, facing me this time. She reached down with both hands, grabbed a cock in each hand, and lowered down. She let out a hiss, as she sank down. The falling rain washed off our lubrication, making it a tighter re-entry, but she obviously enjoyed it.

We must have been a sight, fucking on that lounge chair, covered in rain, cum and sweat. I chuckled inside, glad that the rain would wash the evidence off of the lounge chair by morning. I found a nipple and started sucking, as Joe grabbed her hips, helping to raise and lower her cunt and ass on our poles. Her next orgasm was as strong as the first, and I thought she had passed out from the intensity of it, collapsing forward into my arms. She then started whimpering, and I looked over her shoulder to Joe, saying "I think she's had enough, lets carry her inside and dry her off."

He smiled, and nodded yes, adding "Sure, think we can do it attached?"

She responded by saying "Oh god, yes, do that, boys."

She wrapped her legs around my waist, as Joe and I stood up, our cocks driving even deeper into her body. She moaned, the feeling must have been good, as she muttered something in appreciation. It was difficult, carrying her with me in her cunt, and Joe in her tight ass, but we did it, although we almost fell going through the door. We carried her to in front of the woodstove, the candle still glowing brightly, as we stood there, with Joe pumping her ass. The heat the stove was giving off was nothing compared to her body, as her cunt felt like it was on fire. I just held on, as Joe slowly pumped her ass, with her grunting with each in stroke. I loved the feeling of her breasts pinned up against my chest. Finally, he grunted, as he dumped his seed up her well-fucked poop-shoot.

After relaxing for a breather, he pulled out, and I could here the two loads of sperm fall from her dilated anus dripping onto the floor. I told him to go get one of those beach towels out of the bathroom. He did, and he placed it around her back. I took her to the couch, and laid her down, and wrapped her up in it, drying her off. She was about out of it, almost asleep, muttering at how good we fucked her. Once dried, Joe helped me get her to her feet, and we got her into her bed, and tucked her in. She smiled up to us, and asked for a good night kiss, which we did.

She was soon snoring away, as Joe and I headed to bed. It didn't take long for me, as I was soon dreaming away. I hadn't had sex since long before my late-wife passed away, and boy did I make up for it this evening. I could hardly wait to see what tomorrow would bring.

I woke up with a funny sensation in my crotch area, and reached down and found a handful of hair. I moaned softly, as I realized that the sensation was of a warm mouth enveloping my prick, as she worked her hand up and down the shaft. Opening my eyes, I noticed the bright morning sun shining into the cabin, making an erotic background to the figure on the side of the bed, hunched over, breasts dangling down freely, as she worked my pecker with abandoned fervor.

By now I was awake, and so was my manhood, as she took it out of her mouth, and swung her leg over my body, and sat on my cock, it stabbing into her warm, tight pussy. I smiled, and reached up with both hands, massaging her tits as she rode me slowly, her pussy muscles rippled around my shaft, giving me an incredible feeling. I heard her pussy making a squishy noise, and I said "Good morning," then smiled broadly as I added, "Feels like I'm not the first one up this morning."

She giggled, and bent down and placed a kiss on my lips, and said "No, Joe already loosened me up for you," she sat back up, sighing, and added "I caught him as he came back from the bathroom, now it's your turn, as my cunt still wants more."

I just smiled, closed my eyes and kept my hands on those wonderful breasts, as she rode away. It was slow at first, but eventually, she picked up speed. Soon, her cunt was a blur on my shaft, as she was panting and moaning loudly. Then I felt her stiffen, as she cried out that she was coming, causing my balls to explode and send a torrent of cum up inside her waiting womb. She fell forward, and we kissed for a bit, until I heard Joe say, "Hey you two, lets eat!"

She giggled, as she climbed off of me, and strolled out of the room. I could see a mixture of my cum, as well as hers and Joe's, roll down the back of her thighs. I smiled and got out of bed, and followed her. Joe had made pancakes with bacon, and we sat down and ate. Sex really builds up an appetite, as I ate damn near double of what I normally do.

After we were through eating, Donna took the dish's and started cleaning up, as she was working at the sink, she asked, "What you guys got planned for today?"

Joe smiled, as I noticed his cock twitch, answering her "I believe we're going to keep you satisfied, sexually...or die trying!"

She gave a mocking look, saying "Oh, please don't die, I need you guys cocks." She laughed, as did we. She looked out the window, and then said "I do believe I'll jump in for a swim, after I'm done here. You boys got me all funky."

I chuckled, "You'll be going into the lake a lot today then, won't you?"

She got a big grin on her face, as she continued to wash the dish's. She worked for a bit, then asked Joe, "So, what are your plans for me? I mean, after today?"

Joe looked at her, serious like, and told her, "Once back in the states, you can live with us, you'll have your own room, of course. And I guess you'll be our sex toy, is that okay with you?"

"Sure Joe, anything for you two." she replied. Damn, I'm starting to like this. So the rest of the day, we fucked, sucked, and fucked some more. Taking time to recuperate between rounds, and to eat. She did jump into the lake, repeatedly I might add. Every time she did, we would swim with her, taking care to get in and out of the water when there were no boaters close enough to see we were nude. I was very glad the cabin was on a cove.

By days end, we were exhausted, and still hadn't packed things up, except for packing our cocks into her tight cunt and ass. I lost count how many times she took my cock, or Joe's that day. I was amazed that I could even do it. It seemed watching the other do her would get the one watching hard again almost immediately, making for a very tired pussy that night.

The last fuck of the day was by me, by the woodstove, with her draped over the couch, drilling her tight asshole. It was then that the phone rang. Joe answered it, saying "Hello?...oh, hi Cathy!"

Cathy is our cousin that owns the cabin. I shouted out "Say hi to Cathy for me."

Joe smiled, as he said "Did you hear Paul?...yeah, we're doing just fine, should be heading home sometime tomorrow..." Just then, Donna had a soft orgasm, as she moaned loudly. Joe looked at me in horror, the phone to his ear,"...um, that was the TV.....yeah, right, we don't have a TV here, it must have been the wind..." Donna moaned again, this time louder, as I grunted and filled her ass one last time for the evening. "He-he...yeah well, maybe we do, maybe we don't, Cathy....." he had a big smile on his face, and winked at me, as I pulled my spent and very sore cock from Donna's upturned ass. "Well, actually, we plan on bringing her home with us, might as well tell you now, so you won't be surprised....huh? Well fuck 'em, don't care what they might think....heh-heh-heh, okay Kathy, see you later in the week."

He hung up the phone, as Donna rolled over, and pulled me down to kiss her. Joe said "Guess she figured things out."

Donna smiled at him, apologizing, "Sorry, I tried to stay quiet, but well...."

Joe leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, as he tweaked her nipple, "Don't worry about it, everyone has to find out eventually."

With that, we all hugged, and went to our own rooms, knowing that tomorrow will be a long drive. That was six years ago, and Donna is still with us, even though our sex drive has diminished somewhat, out of necessity more than anything else, we do on occasion spend the better part of one weekend a month keeping her cunt and ass stuffed with our cocks.

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