The Creek
Part 3
My sex drive reached a new world, one I never contemplated visiting. At the same time, my mind was busy processing the reality of what was actually happening; I was having sex with someone other than my husband for the first time in thirty years.
Sucking my own juice off of Ann's cock while she licked my pussy, drove me to orgasm for the second time today. This was my first time to do a "69" with anyone. Gordon refused to eat my pussy, claiming it was 'nasty'.
I had never seen or known a transgender female. It was different having such a beautiful, atypical female in front of me. I had lots of questions, but for now, fuck, my sex life was never better; and Ann... well she seemed to be just as content with her tongue in my pussy, and I loved sucking on her seven-inch cock.
"Randi, I want you on top again; sit on me."
I gave her cock one last mighty suck. Turning, I straddled Ann's curious body, admiring each small detail, her blue eyes, her perky breasts, flawless skin, and her exquisite penis.
Lacing fingers with her, I lowered myself, eyes glued to one another. The overabundance of moisture in me was evident as I sank effortlessly, absorbing all of her. It felt so good, filling me like a dream.
I leaned, trading tongues as I slowly contracted my vaginal sleeve around her amazing feature, desperate to enjoy every bit of it. I felt her return the favor, tensing her 'muscle'. The stimulation of her in me instantly awoke my sex hellion again.
I sat up on her, clasping her hands, aggressively pouncing; my breasts flopping in harmony. It was only a few moments before I started singing praises to the sex gods.
"Ahhh, fuck... Ann, you feel so good in me. Fuck my pussy, FUCK it!"
Ann's soft voice joined in, "Fuck my cock Randi, fuck it hard. Your pussy feels so good. Take it! Take all of me."
Pouncing soon became slapping, as I bottomed my pelvis as hard as possible, pressing every inch to my womb. The sounds of raw sex resonated over the babbling creek water, as the slopping love juice saturated our midsections. For the third time, I caught a ride on the orgasmic shooting star. Throwing my head back, I echoed my pleasure to Ann and the world each time I bottomed.
"Aaooooh, Yesssssss.... Fuck my cunt, fuck it. Fuck... Fuck... Fuck!"
Adrenaline sprinted through me when the sound of a rogue canoe slid up on the sand beside us. We were not alone; the sex demon had taken total control, and neither Ann nor I could have stopped it if we wanted to.
Trash talk exploded out of my mouth, "Aahhhhh, FUCK, Fuck my slutty cunt hole! Fuck it," pounding with uninhibited purpose.
Having an audience intensified my tenacity; I pounded as never before, exhibiting a deep, hidden desire to 'show' myself. Ann gripped my palms firmly, joining me for the encore. The sloppy, wet sounds of raw sex resonated exuberantly with our intent. Every pore of my skin was filled with tingling excitement.
I gasped for any breath I could muster between spewing trash talk as our visitor climbed out of the canoe, naked, fully erect, and holding his cock in front of my vulgar mouth. It was way too much to resist. I released my grip from Ann and took possession of it immediately, inhaling it. One of my lustful fantasies, had just come to fruition; having a cock in my pussy and mouth simultaneously.
The animalistic, oversexed gene in me roared to life, pounding Ann's cock as hard as possible while I sucked his six inches into my mouth. My enraged clit ordered another volley of juice when I felt the warm salty mix hitting the rear of my throat. I gurgled intensely, savoring every ounce.
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Bill, himself, caught in his own covert proclivity, canoeing naked in Harper's Creek, was shocked and mystified as he silently floated around the bend, hearing and seeing the two ladies in the throes of sex. Not knowing what to do, his first response was to 'float' by quietly so as not to get caught naked himself.
Tuesday afternoons were his time to canoe several miles up and back on Harper's Creek nude, something as a clandestine nudist he relished. In two years, he had never encountered anyone here. His options were very limited; his clothes were two miles back in his truck.
He instantly recognized both ladies, Randi and Ann, as employees. What was she fucking so ardently? Was Ann wearing a strap on penis?