Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Lucy, my dear, welcome back to Scarecrow Island. I missed ya, kiddo. How's tricks? So ya got a job, well done! Your dad just retired, your sister had twins, well, glad the clan's growin'. Oh, you wanta show me pictures on your phone? Sure, I'll take a look. Ah, those are good lookin' babies, no doubt. Obviously an excellent gene pool.
Damn, you look great in a blue bikini and flower wrap. Can't believe you came down lookin' like that, some young stud coulda jumped ya on the boat as fine as you look. No, I'm not just bein' nice, ya know me better'n that. Ya make me feel young again. Already got a stiffie, sweetheart.
Yeah, commencement was fun. Nice to get to know everybody a little bit. Glad ya got that award, too bad ya couldn't tell them all the good stuff I told ya. Oh, you might write that up for another publication online? No, don't have a problem with that, hell, why should I care? Oh, you want another story or two of life here on Scarecrow Island, something juicy? Fine, I still remember, everythin' from '58 to that sweet time we had last summer.
There was one mornin', probably the morning your Dad was created, when Lucy came down just before daybreak. We met pretty regular that time of day, only time she could get free some days. Came down in a sweet little pink sundress with her hair tied back. I just came in from a circuit of the island and was ready for a nap, but stayin' awake for her was no problem at all. It was glorious, all the stars out in the sky with a soft red glow startin' in the East...got her skirt up and her top down before ya could say 'Jack Robinson.' Pulled away from the dock on engine power and sat in those narrows over there, best place to watch the sun come up around here. Well, on top of the hill's a pretty good place, too. Anyway, we came up here next to the starboard bow, she leaned over the rail and I fucked her from behind. Shit, tried to hold back as much as I could, didn't want that scene to end. Nothin' better that watchin' the sun come up with someone special like that.
Oh sure, we can do that if ya want. You'll have to be deckhand again for me, can't sail this tub by myself anymore. I'll teach ya how to drive. If we take our time, I can still get up the hill and we can watch the sun come up there, too.
What's the kinkiest stories from that summer? Sure, people were into kink back then, just didn't talk about it much. No, Mike and Brenda were pretty vanilla other than fucking on almost every flat surface of that boat house, and a few of the walls. Think he was always on top, never went cowgirl. Loved to watch her tits wobble while he was fucking her, just amazin'. Her nipples always got so hard, kinda like yours.
Oh, didn't I tell ya a story or two 'bout Flora Evans? Yeah, she was special, no doubt. Could fill up a kink encyclopedia with that woman. Oh, you'd be surprised what she could do. Very flexible for her age. No, she never married, think she worked as a clerk all her life, lived pretty simple, saved her money like a good girl. She told me once since her momma told her how babies were made, she could stay away from that but everythin' else was fair game.
There was one early mornin' like this, I was comin' through the garden and Flora was sitting out for me in her nightgown. Well, more like a flowered housecoat. "Hey, Georgie boy, got something to show me?"
"Might have, might have. It'll cost ya."
"Wonder what that would be? Maybe this?" She opened that housecoat and damn she was stark naked under there. Now most guys wouldn't care about an old lady with a little belly and a hairy grey bush, but I cared. Also liked to pop her dentures out and get on her knees, damn the memory of those wet gums on my dick makes me hard even now.
Well, after Flora slobbered on my knob and got me good and hard, she got out a rope and told me to tie her to a tree. "The bark'll probably chew up your shoulders," I said.
"I'll keep my housecoat between the bark and my skin. Just tie me up, and be sure you fuck me hard in both holes."
"All right." Well, I'm a reasonable man; if a lady asks for it, I'm inclined to give it to her. So I marched Flora up to a fairly medium sized tree out of sight of the hotel and tied her wrists behind her, not too tight. She pretty much jumped up to wrap her legs around my waist, and pretty soon I was poundin' her so hard her tits were flappin' against her body. Well, that made too much noise, so I have to grab the nipples and hang on to keep them under control. It was so good I never wanted to pull out, but she asked me to buttfuck her and I was wet enough to get it in, so I split her bottom in half until I was done. When I let her go, she fell to the ground and quivered a few minutes before she was strong enough to walk back to the house. Don't think anybody saw her.
Oh, she lived another couple years after '58, went back to her hometown of Bangor, Maine to live with her sister at the end. Kinda funny if ya think of it that way, Bangor sisters. Sweet lady, missed her for a long time afterward.
Was Betty kinky? Well she was pretty much a one trick pony after a while, but there was an exception. There was one mornin' with Betty that was different. She wanted me to come up earlier than usual, and when I got there, she was wearin' her fluffy, sheer robe, don't know where she got it. Probably never wore it for Mike. Anyway, she'd worn out her vibrator again, and since I had her where I wanted her, didn't mess around fixin' it like the first time. When it was goin' again, she had a sad look on her face, "I'm an awful parent, I know it. Teddy's probably fucking Anna every night, and she'll get pregnant. Ruin all of us, likely."
"No, they haven't gone that far yet. All they're doin' is messin' around a little. Flora doesn't think they've done it yet, and that old biddy's been snoopin' on them pretty well." Didn't tell her I'd been coaching Teddy on the art of oral sex, so they'd be satisfied without goin' all the way. Slipped him a condom or two, just to be safe. Oh yeah, this was 'bout the third week of July, so no, they hadn't done it yet.
