I avoided the girls for a week. It wasn't easy, but I had been busy letting my vasectomy heal. By then classes were coming to a close for the semester, and I had discussed "policies" with Judy's sister.

I hadn't seen let alone talked to Judy for two weeks. Then there she was, true to her previous pattern at the end of the day.

"Now you've got some free time," she said.

"Yep, I do. No more worrying about grades for awhile."

"Whatcha gonna do?"

"I am going up to the lake property, pitch a tent and unwind for a few days. Maybe do some fishing."

"Yuck, I hate fishing."

"Well, I won't fish all the time of course."

"I might drop by to see you."

"That would be nice Judy." Would it ever if her visit was like any of her others.

The fishing was good the next day. Good considering that I didn't catch much that I had to clean. Just mostly drank some cold beers, and I had a quiet afternoon to drink them and rest.

I must have allowed the gentle motion of the waves to rock me to sleep because all of a sudden I was aware that someone was calling to me from shore. My first thought was "what is my wife doing here?"

It was not my wife.

Judy stood on the pier waving at me, beckoning me into shore. I stowed my fishing gear, put the oars into their place and rowed ashore.

She wore over-sized sunglasses, and her hair was once again in those pigtails I like so well. It looked like the same jeans she wore that first time in my classroom. A yellow halter that tied in the back covered those lightly-freckled breasts.

"Catch anything?" she asked.

"Maybe some sunburn," I said.

"I could rub something on you if you'd like" she offered.

I had some ideas of what she could rub on me, but I didn't speak them.

"I don't like the smell of fish anyway," she said. I thought that was a little ironic.

"What brings you out here Judy?"

"I had a good report on you from my sister."

"Your sister? What sister?"

"Don't fool around with me. You know which sister. She said you gave her everything she needed and more. I stopped to see her that afternoon and she still had cum in her hair."

"Okay, now I remember. By the way, thanks."

"Tell me this though, okay? Which one of us is better?"

"Better?"

"Quit teasing me. Tell me whether Anita or I are better at fucking."

"You're different, there's no comparison. For one she's had a baby and that changes things. You're young and tight. Hell, you even look different from one another."

The truth was that I enjoyed banging them both and would do that any chance I got.

I was done with the feeling guilty stuff now. I had my vasectomy so all I worried about was whether I was drilling a clean hole.

"You're terrible!" she smiled.

"All part of being a dirty old man."

She reached over and started to stroke my cock. I stopped her. There were people about 200 yards down the shore.

"Okay, let's just talk then. For now" she said.

"Go, start talking sweetheart."

"I heard that you got a vasectomy?"

"Yes, that's true," I said. "I didn't want to worry about being a father again."

"Well, that's great news because I love the feel of your bare cock in me." My cock heard her say that and stood up.

"I know this is a silly idea, but why don't you get a divorce so you can just be available anytime for us girls?"

"About that time everyone would decide to leave me alone with my luck. Besides, isn't it better with a married man than with an old divorced guy?"

"Oh, I am creaming my panties just thinking about that!" she giggled.

"Here's what we'll do," I told her. A few minutes later she was driving back up the access road to the main road. I gave her a 20 to buy some hot dogs, buns and a six-pack of beer. While she was gone I got cleaned up, started a fire, and planned my moves for the approaching night.

It was about six o'clock when she got back from the store. She bought some fresh strawberries too. We cracked open a few beers, roasted the hot dogs and talked quietly. It was downright romantic in a rustic way. When the sun set about 8:30 that night, darkness came quickly.

"Where do you have to be later?" I asked her.

"I don't have to be anywhere until tomorrow," she said. "My sister would cover for me."

"Okay, 'cause you're spending the night."

"Okay," she said, expressionless.

I got up and went into my small tent. It was designed for one, but two could fit in there snugly. I heard a car door open and shut. I waited for the engine to start, signaling that I had finally suggested too much.

A moment later I heard the zipper open on my tent, and then close again. Something or someone pounced onto me in my sleeping bag.

Judy went headfirst into the sleeping bag, devouring my cock when she reached it. I thrust my hips upward, driving him into her tonsils. My hands found her pigtails and I held onto those 'blowjob handlebars.' Her legs closed around my head, and fresh strawberry juice dripped from her cunt all over my face.

This was the most fantastic 69 I had ever experienced.

"Do you like that pussy?" she asked, coming up for breath. Oh my God how I liked that pussy.

I drove my tongue into her cunt and she shuddered. Her lips sealed around my throbber made the sound of "mmm, mmmm, ahhh." I continued to eat her out with all my strength.

"Let's not get any on the bag," I heard her say. I unzipped the sleeping bag, holding my load. She never released my cock from her mouth, but drove her nose to my balls and nuzzled them. I held her tight to my scrotum with the pigtails.

I threw the sleeping bag aside as I felt the first gurgle of the cum dam bursting. The white foamy custard seeped from her lips around my cock, and I laid her on her back and knelt over her dipping my dripping cock again and again into her mouth. Her tongue chased my cock and licked me back and forth, salty-sweet cum drenching it.

We lay there for a few moments, and then we went outside and roasted a few more hotdogs, drank another beer each. Getting our strength back.

"Okay, I'm ready again. Are you?" I asked.

She bent over in the moonlight to allow me access to her ass.

"Thanks for putting some strawberry in your pussy," I said.

"Was that a good idea? You really liked that?"

"Yeah, I don't like the taste of fish" I laughed.

"Quit teasing me and fuck my ass, please."

An hour later I had fucked the combination fish and strawberry market, coming all over her face.

We washed our naked bodies in the lake, and the last thing I remember was plopping down on my wet sleeping bag.

In the morning she was gone, so I went fishing. Our juices must have had some effect because I caught a dozen perch and a five pound catfish.