The Bayou

"So you're really leaving?" Candy asked as she circled the rear of Betty's car. Betty was trying to make room for the suitcases still in the bar. After dancing professionally for
almost three years, she had dozens of outfits to put in the trunk yet. Betty had a strange relationship with Candy, a fellow dancer at the club. While maintaining the facade of friendship, they were always like fighters circling for better position before the kill. They were openly friendly, but the teasing, taunting, and competition always went just a little too far.

"I told you I was," Betty said in a preoccupied manner, "I already have a job offer in New York."
"So I guess I get the club all to myself," Candy said with genuine sadness.
"Not really, there's five other girls to compete with you know?"
"They don't count. Only you could threaten my number one spot. Almost."
"You wish," Betty said automatically.
"So when are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow morning, about five," Betty said with a giant heave that finally made room for the last suitcases.
"Well I wish you luck and I really mean that. You never did fit in with the bayou way of life around here. Speaking of which, you promised to go out fishing with me and you never did.
"You couldn't be a little scared, are you?" Candy asked tauntingly.
"I haven't seen a damned thing in this state to be afraid of, Candy, and few things that I like. But you really are one of them," Betty finally admitted. The double meaning of the phrase seemed to roll off Candy.

Betty finally sighed and turned to face Candy. She really was a bright, beautiful young girl. "If you've got the time I'll go out with you now," Betty finally relented. "It's a good way to burn off a few hours and it gives us a chance to talk."

"This is one of the best spots," Candy said as the boat slowed in the calm waters. "Don't put your hands in the water, there's gators and snakes around here. By the way, if you've ever wanted to see the famous Captain's Chair, this is it," Candy pointed at a cypress with a huge network of roots spreading out into the water. Long ago a strong wind had nearly uprooted the old tree, leaving a living network of roots striving to get back into the mud where they belonged. The Captain's Chair had been a local legend for over 20 years. With little safe land in the bayou some young teens had gotten the idea of having sex on the safe little island formed by the roots of the cypress. Afterwards they noticed that the place resembled a large chair with a footstool at the base. They used the term Captain's Chair for the area and the name stuck. Now anyone who was daring headed for the bayou and made love in the Captain's Chair. Betty had heard of it, of course, but she had never been there.

"Have you been done in the Captain's Chair?" Betty asked teasingly.
"Twelve times. I think it's some kind of record," Candy said as she swung her fishing pole over the side of the bass boat and easily cast close to the Captain's Chair. "I'm hoping to make it thirteen real soon. How about you?"
"No, never," Betty said, trying to copy Candy's actions. Her bobber landed a pathetic six feet from the boat.

The boat drifted toward the Captain's Chair. Betty noticed that the roots forming the chair were worn smooth. Lots of people had obviously visited the chair in the past 20 years, Betty thought to herself.
"Why don't you sit in the chair so you can at least say you've been there?" Candy said innocently. "The fish aren't biting anyway."
Betty felt silly, but as the boat touched the network of roots she climbed up swiftly. She had half expected to see used condoms and beer bottles, but all she saw were the roots. The chair fit comfortably against her bottom. It had been worn smooth by a lot of teens. She started to sit back and lift her head in a regal pose, when she suddenly noticed that the boat was drifting away.

"Hey Candy, come back here," Betty yelled.
"Nope," Candy said, casting her bait to the side. She began reeling in her bait while giving Betty a sweet smile.
"Come on Candy, this isn't funny," Betty said, checking the surrounding water nervously. Could snakes climb trees?
"I want something first," Candy said, casting again in unconcern.
"What?" Betty yelled in fear and irritation.
"I want to do you in the Captain's Chair," Candy said, turning slightly red. "I never would have asked before, but with you leaving it's the perfect opportunity and probably the only time I can."
"NO WAY!"
"It's a long swim," Candy said, pretending to check the water for nasties.
"You wouldn't dare. I'll... I'll have you arrested," Betty said lamely.
"For what? Face up to it, Betty, the only way you're getting back is in this boat. But you don't get into this boat until I've had a chance to fulfill my fantasy. Come on, Betty, haven't you ever thought of it? Just picture it, you, the best looking brunette in the county, being done by me, the best looking blonde. How can you pass that up?" Candy said with a pleading note in her voice. Betty finally realized that she was entirely serious. She would never get to shore unless she cooperated. The worst thing was, people thought she had already gone to New York. Nobody would come looking for her and the Captain's Chair might not be used for days or weeks.

"I hate lesbians," Betty said in a growl of disgust.
"I'm not lesbian, I'm bi."
"Same thing," Betty said. She looked around to make sure there were no other boats then reluctantly undid the buttons on her shirt. Candy let out a triumphant "yes" and used the little motor to push the boat against the tree. She tied off the bow and climbed up to the first level of roots. Betty was just slipping out of her levis.
"Your panties too," Candy commanded eagerly.
"Shit," Betty said and slid off the panties in embarrassment.
"What a doll," Candy said enthusiastically, enjoying the view of the absolutely perfect body in daylight. She had never seen it in daylight before, it was far better than what she had glimpsed on stage in the poorly lit club. Candy climbed higher while tenderly running her hand over Betty's knee and leg. She looked at Betty's breasts in wonder as
she climbed the last level of roots and stood level with Betty's breasts. She immediately leaned closer and breathed in their fragrance.
"It smells like Surrender," Candy said dreamily.
"Of course it's Surrender, Betty said a little nervously with Candy's beautiful face so close. She could feel the heat of Candy's skin and breath on her ample chest. Candy kissed Betty's left breast and Betty hissed. Despite herself and her resolve not to become excited, fire shot from her breast through her stomach and down to her pussy.

"I have dreamed of these breasts for so long," Candy said with a sigh. She had her soft warm cheek pressed against Betty's right breast as she stared at the firm magnificence of the left one. "They are so perfect," she breathed again while leaning forward to kiss the nipple. Betty gasped as Candy began to tongue and suckle her left nipple. It felt so wonderful. She always liked people who paid special attention to her breasts. Her breasts had always been ultra-sensitive and very responsive
to the proper attention. And Candy was giving them the proper attention.

Candy was getting down to some serious sucking, starting a terrible fire in Betty's loins. Betty finally gave in and caressed the back of Candy's head, while Candy nursed on her tits. Betty felt close to having an orgasm just from having her tits sucked. She had never felt like that before... well not for a long time, at least. She began to wonder if the excitement and depravity of lesbianism could take her to a new level of pleasure.

"Go... down," Betty finally said. She had her face resting on the top of Candy's beautiful bobbing head. Candy looked up quickly and kissed Betty full on the lips. Betty was tempted to back away and wipe her mouth off, but she would have done anything to get her pussy eaten, even swapping kisses with Candy. She clumsily took the sides of Candy's head in her hands and pulled her closer, sucking those magnificent red lips with her own. The warm, passionate kiss became more sincere as time went on and both women became increasingly hot. Both Candy and Betty were moaning passionately as they kissed long and deeply.

"Eat me," Betty finally pleaded, breaking the kiss forcefully. "I'm so damned hot, Candy, please eat me."
"Will you return the favor when I'm done?" Candy asked playfully.
"I... think I can," Betty said truthfully. "I think so," she finally said with a nod.
"Great," Candy said enthusiastically and shoved herself back. She slid down quickly so she was facing Betty's completely bare pussy. It was so erotic!

"It's as smooth as a babies butt," Candy said in wonder, running her hand over Betty's sensitive pussy.
"Electrolysis," Betty said between gasps. She liked having her pussy petted, but she needed more before she exploded.
"Please, Candy," Betty pleaded again.
"Oh, sorry," Candy said with an impish smile. Candy moved closer and kissed the bare pussy as she would a pair of lips. Betty gasped and cried out. She put her hands on the back of Candy's head and tried to force her mouth closer, but Candy refused to be hurried. She had waited so long for this moment.
"It smells wonderful, feels wonderful, it's all I dreamed it would be," Candy said happily. "I wish you'd stay."
"Can't," Betty said in a tortured voice.

Candy kissed Betty's pussy, drew back for a second, then kissed it twice more. She looked up at Betty as she moaned, then smiled and pressed her soft warm lips against the baby smooth flesh. She let her tongue sneak inside and flicker around a bit, while watching Betty's face. It was so expressive, so... twisted in pleasure. Candy finally closed her eyes and let her lips suck gently while her tongue explored Betty's hot crotch. In a moment Betty tensed up, quivered, then screamed while pumping her sex
against Candy's mouth. In seconds it was over.

"Hey, that's just the first round," Candy said as she let Betty relax. "After all the dreaming and anticipation I want to really eat your pussy, no quick explosions."
"Ok," Betty said quickly with a shy smile.
"Ready?" Candy asked after a brief pause.
"Yes," Betty said enthusiastically.

Candy leaned forward and found the sweet naked pussy now wet and fragrant. She sniffed in pleasure then licked the sweet pussy and area below it until everything she could reach was clean.
"Roll over," Candy said impulsively.
"What?"
"Roll over, I want to do your ass," Candy said in hot anticipation.
"But I can't..."
"Please, Betty, I've been watching those sweet little ass cheeks quivering on stage for years. I want to taste them. Roll over," Candy slapped her on the bare leg and waited.

Betty hesitantly raised up out of the seat of the tree chair, rolled over, and found herself leaning forward, hands extended and slightly bent at the waist. She suddenly realized that it was the ideal position for the woman who wanted to be fucked from the rear, which is probably why Candy had thought of it.

"Kneel on the chair," Candy said hotly. "It's worn smooth and won't hurt your knees."
"It sounds like you're talking from experience," Betty said as she carefully got into position.
"Everybody wants to eat Candy," Candy said with a smile as she watched the magnificent ass present itself to her waiting mouth. "Oh this is heaven," Candy said breathlessly. She fell forward and pressed her warm red lips against the quivering dome of flesh. With her eyes closed she tongued and kissed the left ass cheek. When she moved down to kiss the lower area, Betty giggled and pulled away.

Candy moved over to the right cheek. She kissed and sucked the flesh into her mouth while working her way lower. Suddenly she moved toward the middle and licked the sensitive little ring. Betty gave a little cry and melted on the tree roots. Candy drew back a little, looked at the perfect little ass again, then plunged her tongue against the ring and began wiggling it inside, while sucking on Betty's ass.
"Oh no," Betty cried, covering her mouth. "No," she said again, almost in a whisper. The persistent tongue was working against her ass hole, but it was too tight for Candy to gain entrance. Candy finally gave up and began licking her way through the crack of Betty's ass. Betty sat with her face against the tree, arms thrown wide, holding onto the tree for support while Candy attacked her ass. It was so wonderful and so nasty, both at the same time. Betty knew there was no way in hell she could lick Candy's ass, like Candy was licking hers.

Suddenly Candy was not licking her ass any more, Candy moved lower and began sucking the smooth envelope of flesh beneath it. Betty had never been eaten from behind before, and when the novelty wore off, she wanted to see Candy's face in her crotch. Without asking, Betty suddenly began rolling over so she could sit in the chair again. Candy drew back and waited until she was almost into position, then plunged forward and mashed her eager face into Betty's crotch. Betty cried in pleasure. She watched
Candy's sweet face bobbing between her legs, her darting tongue was everywhere at once, give Betty the most pleasure she had ever felt. The sucking lips milked Betty's pussy dry while the darting tongue slid up inside her time after time, very rapidly. Betty found herself bouncing on the chair in time with the plunging tongue. Her pussy was so hot and so sensitive she couldn't stand it.

The feeling of Candy's soft, warm cheeks against her inner thighs felt so wonderful. Candy's hair tickled her legs as Candy's feasting mouth worked insistently. The liquid sounds of Candy's tongue inside Betty's pussy seemed loud in the quiet swamp. Betty leaned forward and found Candy's ample breasts with her hands. She massaged one tit in each hand, then found the nipples and worked them with the tip of her fingers.

Candy moaned and ate even more savagely, hurting Betty a little, but giving her so much pleasure at the same time. Betty suddenly realized that she WAS going to eat Candy. She couldn't wait to feel that warm pussy in her own mouth.

"I wish we could sixty-nine," Betty whispered between harsh breaths. Candy just shook her head while continuing to eat. Betty felt heat building in her sweet loins. She knew she would explode in Candy's mouth soon. She was so damned hot, she could hardly breathe.
"You're eating me so good," Betty whispered as she massaged Candy's tits. She found Candy's nipples through the material and began twisting them between her fingers. Candy cried into Betty's pussy. She suddenly slid two fingers inside Betty and wiggled them deep inside her pussy. Betty stiffened with eyes widened. She rode her pussy against Candy's mouth, then clamped her shapely legs closed around Candy's head. In a moment she exploded. With a loud, drawn out scream she stiffened, then her
bucking pussy smashed again and again into Candy's mouth. Candy tried hard to follow it and maintain contact. In a moment Betty squealed and tried to push Candy away. Candy stopped licking Betty's pussy and held her mouth still over Betty's throbbing flesh.

The moment that Betty could stand, she pushed Candy away and literally threw her into the chair. They both tore Candy's clothes off and Betty plunged into her pussy without preamble. Candy had never been eaten so well in her life. She relaxed with her head back and eyes closed, legs wide so she could cool off. She heard a motor and looked up to see Betty, and her boat, disappearing around a clump of trees.

"Betty you get that boat back here right now," Candy screamed
in real fear.
"I'll send help," Betty called back with a giggle. "I decided to leave now instead of waiting. Just hang on for a while."
Candy stamped her foot. The jiggle of her ample breasts reminded her that she was naked. She looked around and realized in horror that she had no clothes.
"Betty, my clothes," she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Ooops, I've got them. I'll have somebody bring them back for you," Betty yelled. Her voice was now far away, but her laughter was clear.

That will teach her, Betty thought to herself. Maybe next time she will ask for sex instead of demanding it. Betty pulled into the old wooden dock behind the club. She tied off the boat and smiled at the clothes, still laying on the bottom. She passed several men standing by a boiled peanut stand on the way to her car.

"Hey boys, I just passed the Captain's Chair on the way here and I saw the strangest thing. There's a beautiful blonde in the chair and she's buck assed naked...

Bringing Home The Bacon

Jane Marsh selected two packages of bacon and added them to her cart. She pushed around the end of the isle and looked down the bread isle toward the check-out. The line was a mile long. With a little angry swish of her skirt, she added bread to her shopping cart and parked at the end of the line. While she waited, she noticed the cute black-haired kid, which she had seen before, working at the first check-out counter. He was bagging groceries and helping old women with their packages. Jane was 23 years old, that was very old in dog years. She resolved to somehow be in line for the first check-out when the time came. And she was.
"Next," a middle aged man shouted from counter number three. Jane pushed slightly ahead and faked an ankle injury. She watched as the woman behind her quickly pushed past, then Jane quietly stood and headed for counter number one.
Jane was a hot woman. Jane knew she was hot, she had been a hot woman since the age of 13. Jane was small, petite, with an absolutely killer figure. Jane was cute, cute as hell. But Jane had an illness which made her ugly. It was called marriage. She was married to a very large guy with a short temper, and most of the country in that area knew him. He had been the high school football hero, and was now the top mechanic at Weber's.
"Paper or plastic?" Bobby asked.
"Paper please, Bobby," she said in her sexiest voice. He looked at her in surprise, then shrugged his indifference. This angered her, but not enough to ignore Bobby. Bobby was hot and she like hot guys.
"Coupons?" the gum chewing overweight woman at the check-out asked, looking from Bobby to Jane.
"No," Jane said in disgust.
Jane bent down and tried to pull a huge box of soda from the bottom of the cart. It appeared to be too large. She was aware of how her short, summer skirt slid up her legs, revealing her entire thighs right up to the her stocking tops. Many guys, and two women, also noticed.
"Oh Bobby?"
"Yes ma'am," he said, coming around the counter. He saw her dilemma, and her panties, and bent to help. It took him some time to get the box of coke from the cart to the counter. His eyes lingered on her legs, as she slowly stood with a grateful look.
"Anything else?" he asked insolently.
"God I wish," Jane said quickly. He returned to his bagging duties with a slight smile.
"One hundred and sixty-seven dollars," the woman said as the rubber belt stopped moving.
"My, that's a lot of groceries," Jane said, looking at the cart.
"Should I help you to your car?" Bobby asked.
"Yes, would you?"
"Sure. I'll follow you," he said, grabbing the carts and heading for the door. He paused to allow Jane to pass. She pushed through the doors into the warm summer breeze. She started across the parking lot, with the rattle of shopping carts following her. As she turned toward the sidewalk, the carts stopped. She turned and looked at Bobby.
"What's the matter?" she asked, even though she already knew the answer.
"Where are you going?" he asked, still not moving.
"My house. It's right down there, five houses down," she pointed down the street.
"Hell, I'm supposed to be bagging," he said indecisively.
"I'll give you a big tip," she said enticingly. A smile lit his face. He started forward, watching the sway of her hips. He liked the way the summer breeze occasionally blew up the back of her skirt. She had a really nice ass.
"There it is," she said, pointing at the house ahead. She pressed a button on a keychain and the garage door opened. Good, he didn't have to pack the groceries up the stairs to the front door. He pushed the carts into the garage. She touched a switch and the lights came on, while the garage door closed behind them. She opened the inside door and motioned him forward. She smiled sweetly as he took just one cart and shoved it up the slight incline and inside the house. He followed her to the refrigerator, then stopped while she took out milk and began stacking it. He pulled out a chair and sat at the table, waiting for her to empty the carts. As she opened the refrigerator and bent to stack boxes of milk on the bottom shelf, the light from the refrigerator made skirt transparent. He could see her ass through the material. His cock was hard and willing. It wanted to part those ass cheeks and fill her void with hot meat.
Impulsively, he slid forward and dropped to his knees. She closed the refrigerator door, backing one step as she did so, placing her ass directly in front of his face. He put one hand on each of her hips and held them in place, while he pressed his nose against the material of her skirt and sniffed. He found the distinct aroma of pussy in the material of her skirt. His warm breath penetrated the material and heated up her ass and pussy. She gasped, holding on to the front of the refrigerator for support. Her eyes rolled up into her head, her face lit with a look of heavenly bliss. His hot mouth found the material of her pantied mound through the thin material and mouthed it.
Jane shuddered, gasping for breath and holding the refrigerator door in a death grip. This was what she wanted, but Bobby didn't even have the decency to ask. She should be angry, but not before her knees became rigid again. At the moment they were water.
Bobby pushed Jane forward until her cheek rested against the cold refrigerator door. With clumsy hands, he undid the clasp on her skirt and let it drop around her ankles. His hands found the top of her panties and pulled, leaving her ass naked. She stepped out of the panties and spread her legs wide. He opened his mouth and tried to inhale one of her tiny ass cheeks. She shuddered and moaned quietly, while trying to smash the door of the refrigerator in her clenching fingers. His mouth went to the other ass cheek, then he began licking her asshole with long, hard diligent strokes of his tongue. With her eyes tightly closed, Jane tried to endure the brutal pleasure emanating from her ass. She had never been reamed before. Harvey would have puked at the idea. Long ago he may have done it, but lately it was hard just getting him to fuck her. Things changed.
Bobby reached Jane's pussy. Jane had a huge pussy, for such a tiny girl. It appeared to be cutting the lower half of her body in two. It was also hairy, if not scrupulously manicured. At the moment is was neatly shaved, leaving large dark lips on either side of her pussy. Some people found such a pussy sexy, while others liked a small delicate pussy. Bobby happened to like Jane's. It was the most fuckable pussy he had ever seen.
With brutal hands, Bobby spun Jane around and pushed her up against the refrigerator. With her back to the refrigerator, she could look down and watch Bobby enjoying her pussy. It was wonderful. He leaned way down and tipped his mouth up, then sealed his mouth over her pussy from the side, while his hand held her stomach, pushing her against the refrigerator. She gasped and withered beneath the brutal hand and mouth. He was completely out of control. His only thoughts were for his own pleasure. But Jane didn't mind, his pleasure was giving her pleasure.
Bobby took her right leg and lifted it, allowing it to rest on top of his left shoulder. This raised her pussy slightly, giving him better access to her womanhood. He ate eagerly, cruelly, without regards for her feelings. He ate because he wanted to taste her cunt, and to watch her wither under his control, not to provide her delight. Her feelings were secondary.
"On the table," he said in a gruff voice, pulling away from her pussy. She obediently left the refrigerator and approached the table. He pushed her across it with one mighty shove. She fell with her body across the table, her feet still on the floor to support her weight. She looked over her shoulder and watched him dropping his pants. His cock sprang out, not a monstrous cock, but adequate for her needs. He approached with his cock in his hand and pressed it against her large pussy. She gasped as the tip found the proper insertion point and shoved up into her cunt. She gasped at the abrasive friction she felt inside her. Eventually, he pressed in and out a little until he lubricated his member with her fluids.
"Oh yes, fuck me," Jane gasped. Bobby pounded away at her ass. His hips slapped against her ass cheeks, making a loud slapping sound that echoed through the kitchen. The wooden table squeaked under her weight, and his impetuous. She felt his hard cock sliding well up inside her, either due to her position, or because his cock had grown. Either way, it was wonderful, even though Bobby was brutal and thoughtless. His cock felt wonderful inside her loins. The hairs of his legs tickled the inside of her thighs. His hard hips pressed into her soft little ass, bouncing off it with each stroke.
Taking dainty little puffs of breath, Jane clasped her hands in front of her, then grabbed the far end of the table to keep from being jolted so hard. The table was squeaking even louder. She was afraid that their love-making would collapse it. That would be hard to explain when Harvey got home.
The smell of her sex would be easy to hide, she would cook fish for supper.
"Oh yes, fuck me good," she cried, feeling the friction of his attack intensifying the fire in her loins. She was burning from her ass to her chest. He pounded away relentlessly, impaling her sweet, helpless ass with his long rigid pole. It was well-coated with her juices. They glistened in the afternoon light, coming in through the kitchen window. His balls swung beneath them, pounding repeatedly against her stiff clit and stimulating it. His rough hands were holding her tiny waist, helping to propel his hard groin forward, into her helpless ass.
Bobby's breath came in long, easy gasps, like the breath of a long distance runner. His body hardly broke a sweat. He was not at all winded. His eyes were closed as he bit his lower lip and sank his manhood repeatedly into the older woman's sopping wet pussy. She was a good fuck, a very good fuck.
"Oh my God," Jane gasped. "Oh Bobby, I'm coming," she hissed.
"Let it happen. Don't worry about me, just let it happen," he said without opening his eyes.
"Oh f... oh," she gasped, clinging to the edge of the table. "Oh Bobby..." she squealed as her pussy began exploding inside her. The fire between her legs spread throughout her body. Her pussy clenched his cock, which continued to slide in and out several times, before he stiffened and hissed behind her. She turned, looking over her shoulder, just as she felt his hot cum filling her pussy with molten heat. She moaned, enjoying this added thrill.
Her pussy was starting to relax again. Many false tremors continued to spasm inside her, but her real orgasm was over. She grew aware of the vise-like grip of his fingers on her hips. If he was not careful, they would leave marks. If they did, Harvey would leave marks on him.
"You're hurting," she gasped. His grip immediately relaxed. He humped lightly against her ass, until his orgasm finished. He pulled out reluctantly, and bent down to grab a roll of paper towels from the bag. He tore off one for himself, then handed one to Jane.
"Don't worry about the carts," he said as he pulled up his pants, "just bring them back when you have time. I have to get back to the store."
"I'll get your tip," Jane said, pulling on her panties. She suddenly felt shy, turning away as she dressed. Bobby watched with great interest. He accepted the 40 dollar tip, then turned toward the door.
"Same time next week?" he asked happily.
"Absolutely," she nodded with a quick smile. And so her weekly delivery boy left the house.