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A Fishing Trip
A week went by, and things were good between us. I made an extra effort to make Mariana happy. One evening I asked, "Is there anything you want? Anything I can give you?"
"A little girl and a little boy," she said, punctuated by a shy grin, so I wasn't sure whether to take her seriously.
"Babies?" I said. Then I thought about it. "Yes, I'd like babies, too, but..."
"But you don't think I'd be a good mother?" Mariana asked.
I was slow to answer.
She said, "I might surprise you. And in any event, you will make a wonderful papa. I can picture you now with your little daughter and your little son. A wonderful picture!"
"You think so?"
"Oh yes."
More than anything else I suddenly wanted those children. "Can we start now?" I asked.
Mariana grinned that mischievous grin again. "Soon," she promised.
"Tomorrow?"
Mariana frowned. "I don't know about tomorrow. I'm going fishing with Dacq and Sabine. Dacq has changed his name, by the way. He added a q to the end."
"Why?"
"He thinks it makes him more grown up."
"But it sounds the same."
"True," agreed Mariana. "But I think he has become more grown up."
"Because of putting q at the end of his name?"
Mariana shrugged.
"Anyway, I didn't know you liked fishing. Have you ever fished before?"
"There's a lot of things about me you don't know," Mariana said.
"Well, I might like to go fishing too. Can I come with?"
"I don't think that would be a good idea."
"Please."
"Okay. If you promise to behave."
I promised.
"Okay," Mariana said. "We have to go to sleep now, so we'll be well-rested for the trip. We set off bright and early."
Sure enough, Dacq and Sabine came by in the early morning, the sun not even up. The birds were not even up. I'd thought Mariana had been joking. I'd thought it was all a game of make-believe.
Mariana and I sat in the back. In not too long a time we were on a country road. The sky to the east was pink. Pink fringed clouds raced a cool wind. Mariana was kissing me. Little kisses, like happy birds pecking, pecking, pecking. Sabine turned in her seat to watch us, while Dacq drove on. Mariana's kisses became more serious. Her hand went to the fly of my trousers. I stopped her. "Oh, please," she said, "I want to take him out. Sabine has Dacq out." As I was sitting directly behind Dacq, this was something I couldn't confirm, assuming I had desire to, but I could see the motion of Sabine's arm. Her hand was surely in Dacq's lap. I was thinking about it, about letting Mariana handle me according to her desires, but I didn't take my hand off her hand, and she said, "Just as well, we're almost there."
Sure enough, a moment later Dacq brought the car to a stop. We all got out.
The wind was blowing harder, but it was a nice day. We stood in a little park at the edge of a meadow which sloped gracefully down to a small river. The meadow continued on the other side of the river, and in the distance serene hills blended with a smooth blue sky.
"Okay," Mariana said, "see you guys later."
"Wait," I said, "where are you going?"
"Fishing," she said.
"What about us? Shouldn't we all go? You don't even have the equipment."
Mariana said, "Dacq has all the equipment we'll need, don't you darling?" And she took his hand and they set off into the meadow. Sabine and I watched them go.
They were almost out of sight now. "Are there even any fish in that stream?"
"I'm sure there are," Sabine said. "My parents keep it stocked."
"Your parents?"
"Yes. I'm ashamed to say my parents own all this. Pretty much everything you see."
"You're kidding."
"No, well, they don't own the birds that fly through their air, but they do require a toll. Three pieces of poop per kilometer, as the crow flies." She laughed. "That's what keeps the fields so fertile."
"I can't believe they're really going to fish," I said.
"What do you think they're going to do?"
I didn't answer.
"Do you think she's going to suck his cock? Do you think he's going to fuck her?"
"You don't mind?"
"That you think such things? Of course not." She sat down on the lone stone bench of the little park. The wind blew her hair. "Mariana is a very good cock sucker, no? And Dacq has a very good cock, yes? I can understand why you have your thoughts. Won't you sit down with me?"
"Maybe I shouldn't," I said.
Her frown was adorable.
I said, "If I weren't here, would you be down there with them?"
"But you are here," she answered. "Shouldn't we make the best of it?" She crossed her legs in such a way that I could see everything. Her pudgy clitoris looked like a piece of pink coral. Part of me wanted to go to my knees and take it into my mouth. But the grass, willowing in the breeze, was very tall, very juicy, and I was sure I'd stain my trousers. I laughed at the thought, which was my mother's voice in my head.
"How did you meet Mariana?" Sabine asked me.
I told her. She asked other questions about us, many many questions, each more intimate than the last, and I answered them all, even the one about whether I liked to fuck Mariana in the ass. I told her we hadn't done that yet, but that someday I hoped we would.
"Interesting," she said. "Have you ever fucked anyone in the ass?"
I told her that Mariana was the only person I'd ever made love to at all.
"Can that be true?" she said. "I guess it can. You and Mariana are such an unlikely pair."
"What about you and Dacq?"
"Oh, Dacq fucks me in the ass all the time. I love it."
"I didn't mean that," I said.
"Would you like to fuck me in the ass?"
"Sabine," I said, "You are an exceptionally beautiful young woman, but..."
"But you are a sad case," she said, her inflection half question half statement, perhaps a hint of hope. "In any case, look, they're coming back."
We watched Dacq and Mariana make their way towards us. It seemed to take a long time. Their progress was like a dance in slow motion. Mariana was wearing Dacq's red cap.
"Whew!" Mariana said, when finally they reached us. "That was fun."
I thought about asking them if they caught anything, but it seemed silly. Mariana said, "How about you two. Did you have a good time?"
"The best!" Sabine proclaimed. "Your man has the best cock, and his cum is super delicious."
"Oh?" Mariana said, her eyes twinkling, and she grasped Sabine's arms and lifted her up to a standing embrace, whereupon they kissed deeply, and Mariana's hand went quickly between Sabine's legs, her fingers burying themselves in Sabine's sex, while the kiss, ever more passionate, continued, and in a few minutes it was obvious Sabine was coming. Eventually Mariana let her sit back on the stone bench, limp and breathless. "You are such a little liar," Mariana told her, "Such a lovely little liar, even when you tell the truth. I love you so much!"
On the drive home, again Mariana and I sat in the back seat. Again we kissed. Again Sabine was watching us, staring at us eagerly over the back of her seat while presumably she fondled Dacq's cock. This time I let Mariana take me out. She stroked me for some time, and then she took me in her mouth, and she timed things so it was just before we entered the city that I came. No doubt with most of my cum still in her mouth, she kissed Sabine, but I was lying back groggily in the seat, unable to pay much attention to anything or think anything or do anything at all beyond tuck my groggy penis part way back into my pants.
story and illustrations by Mat Twassel |
