John Clayton - Practice does it

He let out moans and grunts and murmurs and sighs. His tight muscles flexed and slid and his pelvis twisted and turned and thrusted and probed. Her body was like a musical instrument which his body played, and he was a virtuoso.

Kay was helpless – excited and passionate, but completely controlled by Roger. Feeling his clever cock exploring every nuance of her pussy seemed like a great way to spend eternity. But it wouldn't last, not at their heated pace.

His moans grew louder and came together more quickly. Soon they were stumbling over one another in the rush to get out of his throat. His prick banged into her wildly. The movement of his hips dragged her up and down the floor of the rocking canoe. When she thought he'd fuck right through the boat, he suddenly gave out an ear-piercing bellow and subsided. His panting chest rested on her breasts, and she stroked his back till their breathing returned to normal.

Roger eventually got into the stern end of the canoe and paddled back to the landing. All the way Kay sat back comfortably and dangled her hands in the water singing "On Moonlight Bay" very softly. He got a big kick out of seeing her smile and sing. She was obviously as happy as a young girl could be who had just been well laid in a canoe.

Roger didn't mind being slightly wet, but when he had expertly pulled alongside the landing and assisted Kay out of the canoe she discovered her culotte skirt was wet. All their fucking had allowed water to splash into the flat-bottomed boat.

"Oh, Roger, I've got to get this dry."

"There's a little electric heater in the shack. I've got to close up anyway, so why don't you go into the shack and take you skirt off, dry it by the heater and by that time I'll be finished and can lock up."

Kay did as he suggested, but as she opened the office door she was surprised to see a middle-aged man, slightly paunchy, reading the tally sheet Roger kept as part of his duties.

"I beg your pardon."

"Too late to rent a boat tonight, sweetie," the man said in a slightly gruff but not unfriendly tone.

"I know. I just returned my boat but I got wet and the attendant said I could dry my clothes in here for a few minutes."

"Sure, kid, I'll step outside."

"I'm sorry to interrupt your bookkeeping."

"No sweat."

As he said it he found it hard to suppress a smile; that fast-moving kid probably got it out on the water, he sure as hell wasn't around when he blew his horn. Roger was not only quick and alert on the job, he was quick and alert about getting a piece of ass. Fair enough, he would have tried the same thing at his age. In fact, why couldn't he try the same thing now? He wasn't ready for the bone yard yet. She was a looker, too. Nice tits, cute little figure, shapely legs and a pleasant face – yeah, it would be worth the risk.

"Where you from, sweetie?"

Kay told him and as she spoke she realized his eyes were moving up and down her body. He was athletic and in his forties maybe, not too short and just at the right age to have authority and still have youthful vigor. He wasn't a youth, but he wasn't over the hill either. He had another characteristic which pleased her; he vaguely reminded her of her father. That really was what made her smile back at him.

"Go ahead and take 'em off, I've got a kid not quite your age, I'm broad minded."

Kay wanted to make a pun, but she thought that would be too bold. She merely smiled her most come-hither smile and hoped he'd forget his kid and turn on to her.

He stepped to the side and brought up the electric heater from under the counter. He plugged it in and instantly the coils turned red.

"Thank you."

"It's nuthin', kid. Want to let me help you?"

"I can manage."

"Yeah, I guess you can," said the older man appreciating the comely turn of her bust line. He didn't sigh, that would be too obvious, but he reluctantly turned to open the door and left the building, she obviously wasn't going to let him have any nookie.

As his hand hit the doorknob Kay's heart sank. She was still up from the fucking she'd gotten afloat, and her pussy seemed to be humming for more.

Kay never knew what made her do it but she wanted him to stay yet couldn't bring herself to say anything so she just grabbed his hand from the doorknob and turned him to her.

"Please, don't go."

His face was one huge smile. He had nice teeth. She was hooked. He brought his hairy hand back to the doorknob and clicked the lock.

Kay stood against the far wall, only little more than four feet away from him, actually; and suddenly looked demure. His smile became one of calm peace and, without taking his eyes off her, he reached up and moved his hand around till he connected with the light cord. He pulled it and the naked electric bulb with the insects buzzing about it went out with a "click".

"It's a little crowded here, sweetie, but not as crowded as a canoe, huh?"

Kay was glad the light was out so he couldn't see her blushing all the way down to her ankles.

"How did you know?"

"If you'd been renting canoes as long as I have on summer evenings you'd eventually recognize the signs. A gal comes back from a unit, I mean an hour's ride, and she's wet on the back and looking pleased as hell, you know. I think I can give you an encore that'll make you sit up and take notice."

Kay forgot all about Roger and slid her skirt down her legs.

"You're not under age or anything, are you kid?"

"Nothing like that, and I'm not a tramp either. I'm getting married in a few days."

"Want to get in as much as you can before you're cut off, is that it?"

"Not at all," she said as she, pulled her halter off and let her breasts roll free. "I lied to my fiance. I told him I wasn't a virgin. He expects me to know a lot of techniques and things and I just don't so I'm trying like mad to learn all I can before he finds out what a novice I am."

"Hell, if you're going to marry the guy why don't you just level with him?"

"Because I lied."

"Sweetie, you can't base a marriage on lies."

"I know that, what's the line? 'What a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive'? Well, I'm up to my… neck in woven deception. I have embarked on this course of action and I intend to see it through. If you call that wanton, then I'm wanton."

This time he made the pun, "Sweetie, you ain't wantin' nuthin'. Come here."

He reached out and crushed her manfully against his hairy chest. She felt his body heat and liked it. He was bigger and softer than Roger but she loved the massive strength of his belly and shoulders. She thought he could lift a boat out of the water all by himself.

"My name is Gene."

"Kat."

"Lay, Kay."

"Let me take off my skirt."

"We'll get around to that, come on down."

He grabbed her in his arms and kissed her forcefully, which gave her a tingle in her neck. Grunting with awakened passion, Kay's mouth was on his in an instant. Instantly, their tongues were wagging. Less than three kisses later, his face had explored the area between her breasts and his hands lovingly roamed her tits. His thumbs indexed her pink nipples.

Gene was lying face down on the floor, and Kay was sitting on folded legs before him. He dropped his face into her crotch and began taking mouthfuls of her culotte skirt. He reached up under it and pulled her panties down far enough for him to insert his mouth on her cunt.

She didn't realize it, but as she dragged her fingers back and forth in his hair his hair oil discolored her fingers. Later she was to wonder where on earth that came from.

Gene's tongue was a forceful thing. It entered her vagina as a gangster with a machine gun would enter a bank – all menace. Impulsively, it shot around through her flesh and pointed to the spots it liked. It lapped up all within its path. The dark blue vein under his exploring tongue grew with energy as it darted in, out and around.