Gone fishin' (explicit)

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JellyMan
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Gone fishin' (explicit)

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Suzi's clear plastic knickers protected her from the thick and hard seams between her legs of the rough backed shiny green PVC waders. She was cold from the fast flowing water on her legs and the cool morning air that circulated around her naked upper body, covered only by the thick straps from the waders over her shoulders. Her nipples were rock hard, but not from excitement. She glared at Bob on the bank, "come on and get it over and done with, I'm bloody freezing out here".
"Hold the rod steady, and turn your head this way a bit", he answered, holding up the camera to his eye.
"Why does she get to wear more clothes?", his girlfriend glanced at Lynne standing next to her wearing a black plastic jacket, unzipped to reveal her huge boobs, and yellow thick PVC trousers finished off with Hunter wellingtons.
"It's all right for you", Lynne retorted, "at least you're dry, water keeps going over the top of my boots and my feet are soaking".
"Girls please", Bob said, "the sooner I get these final shots the sooner we can pack up".
Click, click.
"Now can you get together for the December shot please".
Suzi and Lynne put their rods on the bank and returned to mid stream, gripping each other and kissing. Suzi was secretly enjoying the warmth of Lynne's boobs against hers, noticing that they were much bigger than her own, which she had never considered to be small. The feel of her plastic jacket was exquisite as she held her tightly for a long lingering snog. Lynne's hand travelled down Suzi's back and disappeared out of view under the waders. Bob thought she was groping his girlfriend's buttocks under the green PVC and clear plastic materials but in fact she was rimming her arsehole with her middle finger, then exploring inside with her index finger. Suzi arched her back away, allowing her friend a couple more centimetres of space to increase her exploration of her bum. Lynne slipped her other hand down Suzi's front and found her clit under the plastic knickers. Suzi responded by biting Lynne's right nipple quite hard, realising that the dark area was easily as wide as her whole mouth.
"We need a glamour shot", shouted Bob, "not porn".
The girls took no notice, Suzi was now exploring inside Lynne's trousers and discovered that she had no pants on as she slid her hand over her round buttock, expecting to find the back of a thong or g string, but discovered only the crack that led to her arsehole. Suzi was feeling a bit weak at the knees from the attention she was getting, but couldn't lie down because of the water. Suddenly Suzi's friend withdraw her hands and grabbed her by the wrists and dragged her towards the grass, forcing Suzi onto the bank so her feet were in the water but her bottom was in the mud. She grabbed the straps of the waders and pulled them off her shoulders. Suzi responded by pulling Lynne's trousers down around her knees, and Lynne pulled them further until she could place her naked knees either side of Suzi's thighs.
Lynne's wellingtons squelched in the mud as the water lapped around them.
Bob was still taking photos, but was only holding the camera with his left hand, whilst his right was firmly planted down the front of his black nylon overtrouers, gripping his swollen cock and rubbing it against the shiny lining. The movement made his blue nylon cagoule crackle.
Lynne had her whole weight on Suzi and was sucking her nipples, but the writhing was making the girls slip in the mud and now both were becoming caked. Suzi shuddered as water gushed in over the top of the waders and started to collect in the feet, Lynne's knees were already buried in mud.

Simon had completed the management meeting via Skype video in the hired campervan. He hated those meetings, but today's had been fun, having disabled the the camera and blaming it on a technical problem, he was able to attend, unseen, in nothing but his favourite unlined black latex trench coat. At one point he forgot to mute his microphone and apologised for an asthma attack to cover up his increasing breathlessness as he approached climax. The reason for his excitement was Michelle from HR. For the last three meetings she had been sent to take minutes, and on each occasion Simon had been fixated, and frustrated, at her attire which so far had included shiny PVC leggings, a black leather miniskirt and a burgundy knee-length fake leather skirt. Today he was delighted that she was seated near the camera and the return of the black leggings. As the meeting droned on the attendees were becoming noticeably bored, and Michelle fidgeted constantly to Simon's delight, as she stroked her PVC clad legs, placed a hand under her bottom at one point, then crossed and uncrossed her legs to keep the blood circulating. Meanwhile the Quality Director had plenty of blood flowing in his rock hard cock as he watched her and rubbed the latex into his nude body with the free hand. He now wandered down to the water to see how the photoshoot for the calendar was coming along.

"What the hell is going on here?", Simon exclaimed, looking at his girlfriend intertwined with Suzi and covered in mud. He moved over and stood next to Bob, "looks like you have had a good time whilst I was on that damn video call".
Bob held the camera in Simon's diection, but without removing his hand from his groin, he said "I got some good footage to review later".
The two girls were now totally filthy with most of their clothes off, and were wrestling in the mud, each trying to grope the other and pin them down.
Simon watched, his recently satisfied manhood started to react again as Suzi slid her arm between Lynn's buttocks from behind and grabbed her crotch hard whilst Lynne was trying to haul Suzi over into the water.
Simon's black rubber trousers bulged and suddenly he found Bob's free hand had gripped his cock through the latex. He turned and put his hands firmly on Bob's nylon clad bum from each side. Both men were watching the girls but that distraction didn't last long as Simon's hands slid down Bob's trouser legs, pulling them down until his erect cock was exposed in his hand. Simon took Bob in his mouth, massaging his buttocks, still (but only just) covered in shiny noisy nylon.
Lynne stopped for a moment as she noticed her boyfriend sucking Suzi's boyfriend off. The pause was long enough for Suzi to overwhelm her friend and pin her arms back in the mud, with the cool water lapping at her naked body, but her nipples were high and dry on top of her massive breasts. Suzi realised that Lynne's attention was elsewhere. Suddenly both girls were determined to get to the men and started fighting to get up and away, pushing each other back whilst trying to gain a firm footing. Lynne was nude except for the plastic jacket, her welligtons an trousers lay in the mud. Suzi was totally naked, her plastic pants had been ripped off and now floated on the stream quickly out of sight.
The waders bobbed in the water next to the hunters, both looked slightly sad as if their usefulness had suddenly come to an end. The yellow overtrosers were buried in the mud and virtually invisible.
Bob was gripping Simon's head, helping him get a rhythm on his cock. He loved Suzi, but somehow Simon knew exactly what his tongue needed to do in exploring the crack in his penis head whilst his lips cradled the base of his helmet just at the place where his foreskin ended, and periodically his teeth bore down in a risky but thrilling way. The girls were getting closer but Bob was desperate for Simon to make him come. Thankfully, just as Suzi's nude body came into contact with the nylon cagoule Bob lost his load and Simon gagged for a moment on the shear volume of cum in his mouth. Lynne reached her boyfriend and kissed him hard, preventing him from losing any of Bob's juice, and they both played with it with their tongues for a few moments before swallowing and wiping off the excess. Suzi was cross that Bob was now limp and turned and hit Simon hard in the chest. Simon pushed back, but only gently. Suzi beat on Simon's latex clad body hard and pushed him to the ground no. She forced his rubber trousers down far enough to reveal his hard cock, then she turned with her back to his face and forced him inside her. She gripped his knees tightly and pounded her bottom against his pelvis, mud ran down off her onto the shiny rubber. Lynne tried to push Suzi off, but Suzi grabbed her sleeve and pulled the jacket off her so she was standing there totally nude. Suddenly Lynne felt very vulnerable and crossed her arms to cover her boobs. Suzi slipped the jacket on, still pounding up and down on Simon. She zipped it all the way up and buried her face in the plastic sleeve of her left arm as she held it across her mouth. The vinyl had shed most of the mud quickly and was now reasonably clean and shiny.
Bob saw that Lynne looked a little lost, and he quickly undid his nylon jacket and offered it to her. She snatched it and put her arms quickly into the sleeves, then attempted to zip it up, but her chest was just too big and she ended up with her boobs squashed tightly in the shiny lining of the cagoule with the zip about two centimetres below nipple level. She stared at Bob hard, he knew she wanted his trousers as well, there was pure anger in her face now, so he complied by becoming naked himself then offered the nylon over trousers. She moved over and motioned to put her foot in, so Bob ducked down and opened the waist,presenting the shiny plastic lining for her to slip into. She steadied herself on his shoulder. Bob's face was directly next to her crotch. She turned to present her other leg, and as she did so her pubes brushed his lips. Despite the muddy aroma the smell from her crotch was an instant turn-on and Bob started to stiffen. He worked the trousers up her slowly, placing his hands on the rear of the waistband so that she rocked slightly towards him as he raised the black nylon. He paused when her crotch was about to be covered, but she grabbed the waist and pulled them up quickly and tightly, momentarily creating a very sexy cameltoe with the black nylon. She turned and stormed off towards the camper.

Suzi continued to pound herself on Simon, he had grabbed her boobs from behind and was pinching her nipples hard through the black vinyl material of the jacket. She realised that he had a tight grip on her which did not relax when she pushed up higher, so she deliberately went as high as she could to maximise the pull on her nipples, hoping he didn't let go, and enjoying the pain. It was tricky trying to ride as high as she could whilst not allowing his penis to come out of her cunt.

Bob watched Suzi and Simon for a couple of minutes then decided to go after Lynne, he was feeling a bit exposed and at the very least wanted his clothes back. He collected the Hunters and waders from the mud and, holding them out so as not to get himself dirty, headed off for the camper. When he arrived he heard the water pump stop which had been running the shower. He left the muddy items outside and climbed aboard. His shiny nylon gear was piled up on the floor and he was just picking it up when the end door opened and Lynne stepped out, naked and wet, towelling herself off. She scowled at Bob, "are those two still screwing each other?".
"Er, they were when I left", he muttered.
"How could you let them, how could allow your girlfriend fuck my boyfriend right in front of us, why didnt you stop them?".
Bob didn't answer, he moved over to Lynne and kissed her on the cheek.
"What the fuck was that?", she retorted and pushed him away.
He pushed back and this time grabbed her buttock with one hand whilst pulling her in towards him, then kissed her on the lips. She pushed him away, "just because they are getting it on does not mean you can have your wicked way with me!"
She walked to the living area, towelling her wet hair as she went, then sat down, trying to look anywhere but at Bob.
He moved towards her, the very gently put his hands on her shoulders and pushed a little. She resisted, he looked into her eyes, then pushed a little harder. Her will broke and she allowed herself to lie back on the long seat. Bob knelt down on the floor next to her and kissed her. He was as hard as a rock and desperate to explore her cunt and to once again experience the aroma that had given him an instant erection earlier, be he was aware that Lynne was still mad and could stop him at any time.

Suzi had unzipped her jacket and turned to face Simon. She demanded that he squeeze her nipples hard, and although she regretted not having the plastic next to her skin, his rough fingers on her breasts were more painful and pleasurable without the vinyl between them. She arched her back and wriggled her pelvis to get maximum feeling of his hard cock deep inside her. She was pinching his nipple through the latex of his mac, something he didn't seem to object to.
"Oh shit!", Simon said in an urgent but hushed tone. Suzi continued, "STOP", he added more loudly, eventually having to grab her by the waist and move her off him.
"Look", he whispered, pointing to the path by the river. A family was walking towards them, parents with two small children and a black Labrador. They were too far away to see exactly what the young couple were doing, but the dog was romping quickly in their direction and would soon give the game away. Simon zipped Suzi's jacket up for her, and tried to pull it down to cover her lower half nudity.

Bob was making progress, Lynne had allowed him to work his way down, kissing as he went, and was now sucking a large nipple whilst his hand began to explore her crotch in the hope that she might open her legs. He moved down and kissed the underside of her boob, pushing his face into the deep crease between it and her stomach, en-route to the southern regions.
"Don't stop", she insisted whilst grabbing his head and pushing it back up to the erect nipple, her legs, if anything, seemed to tighten as his hand attempted to find her clit.

Simon was hunched over behind a small bush which gave no real cover from the advancing gaze of the four people approaching. Suzi was crouched behind him. Luckily the family were distracted by something in the water and the couple legged it across the grass to the nearest thicket then made their way towards their van.
"Petra give that to daddy now!", Suzi heard a receding voice. The little girl dutifully obliged and Frank shook the excess water off before stowing the plastic knickers in his jacket pocket. Samantha, his wife, scowled at him and he gave a weak grin, "we should pick up rubbish and deal with it, not leave it lying about the countryside", he exclaimed to his children.
"Daddy needn't think he is dealing with those near me later", his wife said tersely. Frank fondled the vinyl garment in his pocket, "er, yes, of course dear, whatever you say".

Simon and Suzi made it back to the van, briefly noting the muddy waders and boots outside. They piled in through the narrow door, laughing as they went. Bob had failed to make progress below Lynne's boobs, but had managed to persuade her to loosen her thighs so he could finger her clit and cunt. Simon sat back on the seat furthest away from the naked couple, slightly out of breath from their dash. Suzi spanked her boyfriend hard on the bum as she passed him, "I need a shower, I'm bloody filthy".
"Too right you are", joked Simon.
Suzu peeled off the jacket and threw it over Bob's head. He didn't stop sucking Lynne's nipple, but she grabbed the jacket and played with it over her other boob.
Suzi turned on the shower and Simon watched his girlfriend enjoying Bob's attention. Suddenly he jumped up and started pulling all the curtains shut and locked the door; he had spotted the family coming up the path towards the camper.
There was a loud knock at the door, "excuse me", came an imperious female voice, "I think we have something of yours here, you really must be more careful where you leave your underwear".
Bob, Lynne and Simon all froze, unsure of what to do.
"I know you're in there", she continued. She was waving the plastic knickers in the air.
Simon made a move towards the door; at least he was wearing clothes, maybe he could hide Bob and Lynne from sight an retrieve the garment.
Luckily Suzi came to the rescue, "FUCK OFF WILL YOU, I'M TRYING TO HAVE A SHOWER HERE", she shouted as loud as she could.
"Well really, there is no need to use that sort of language", Samantha replied in a huffy voice more aimed at her family than the occupants of the van, "I'll leave these here!", and with that she placed the pants on top of the waders, using thumb and forefinger as if they had some nasty disease.
"Mummy you can't leave them there, you can't, you can't", said the little girl in a panicky voice, "a dolphin will become trapped in them and die, I know it will, honest Mummy, I saw it on that TV Programme with David Attingborowowy-thing".
"Oh don't be silly dear", she protested.
"Please Muumy don't, think of the squirrels", added the boy, "they make nests out of plastic and doctors have found it in their tummies".
Samantha slapped the clear vinyl garment in her husband's hand, "you dispose of them 'ethically' now won't you dear?", she said sarcastically, knowing that he would do no such thing.
"Good one kids", Frank thought, "don't worry these little beauties will have a good home from now on", then his mind wandered to wondering just how much alcohol would be needed to get Samantha to wear them, "probably more than he was prepared to pay!!!"
The family walked off, Samantha muttering something about how the world was such a shallow place.

Suzi came out of the shower and was still drying herself as she walked back past Bob.
"Seriously? Still just on boobs? For fucks sake get out of the way", and she knelt down and forced Lynne's legs apart and plunged her face into her crotch. Lynne drew in breath as Suzi sucked hard and made the tip of her clit vibrate, as if she had blown a raspberry. She stood up, keeping her hands on Lynne's knees so she couldn't close her legs then genstured to Bob with a nod. Bob took the hint and dived in.

"Right!", said Suzi, "where were we?", as she turned towards Simon, his face lit up like a child in a sweet shop! But as she moved towards him she grabbed the elasticated cuff of the sleeve on the black jacket and tugged it out from between her boyfriend and Lynne. She slipped the jacket on and zipped it right up, she always adored the feeling of plastic against her naked skin. She grabbed Simons trousers and tugged, but latex is extremely difficult to remove, especially by tugging.
"Get them off", she commanded him. Simon hesitated. "Get them off NOW!", she repeated. Simon started to peel the rubber jeans off, rolling them down from the waist until he could slip his feet out of the legs. His cock pinged up, its head purple and hard as rock in anticipation. Suzi grabbed the shaft with both hands and pulled down so that his helmet was fully exposed, then she began to explore its every surface with her tongue. Some pre-cum spurted into her mouth and she gripped his cock hard, "oh no you don't, not yet", then she bent over and held its head against her plastic jacket near the collar and slowly slid it down the shiny surface, the feeling to him was exquisite but a tad painful as the surface was smooth but dry. She continued until his helmet hit the rough eleacticated hem at the bottom then off the jacket and onto her bare skin just below her navel. She scrapped his cock down over the smooth skin where her pubes would have been and purposefully rammed it into her clit before continuing until it was deep insider her. Simon enjoyed the journey but was releived that he was now in the wetness of her cunt. Suzi leant forward and pressed her plastic clad chest onto Simon's face as she moved her pelvis up and down to force him in and out.

Bob had no idea why Lynne's cunt smelt so sexy, but luckily she had seen his reaction and had things well in hand. He climbed on top of her in attempt to position his cock over her face, but the cushion on the narrow seat slipped and they ended up in a heap in the aisle of the van. He pulled himself up so his face was back sucking her pussy, his arse was above her face and she managed to coax his cock into her mouth, deciding to mimic whatever action he took on her with her lips on his member. Bob soon realised what she was doing and could get maximum pleasure by synchronising his sucking her clit as she doing his cock.

Simon was in need of air when he exploded inside Suzi. She felt his load deep inside her and came herself for about the tenth time that day. Lynne shuddered and drew her knees up involuntarily as she came and Bob pushed his face hard into her cunt and breathed her delicious smell deeply then he came just as Lynne had released his cock from her lips and so cum spurted all over her huge tits.

That evening Frank found himself alone as Samantha had taken the children to see her parents. He stripped off opened the wardrobe and put on her 1980's pink plastic Jelly Jacket - the only rainwear she owned that turned him on, and she never wore it but kept it as a reminder of her youth. He zipped it up, it was too tight, but that was nice. He slipped on the clear plastic knickers - they were also a bit tight and clearly meant for a woman as there was no room for his erect cock which was pressed hard against the vinyl. He sat on the bed hugging himself with one arm and rubbing his crotch with the other, dreaming of an impossible time when his wife would be with him, similarly dressed, and not calling him a pervert.

Grandad always watched the news at this time, which was just finishing with a heart warming story of how a dolphin had been saved, having been trapped in a pair of yellow plastic trousers!
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