My love of fishing began long ago. My dad, my grandfather, and my brothers were all avid fishermen.

I was the only girl in my family besides my mom, and she always said, “They catch 'em, and I cook 'em.”

Cooking is fine, but I loved being out on a boat, a shoreline, or wherever there were fish, and if I had a pole, that’s where I wanted to be.

My college years came, and I knew I had to get an education and a career. So, I chose teaching. I graduated with honors and got a job at an out-of-state school.

The town I taught in had only one small pond, and the only fish in there were koi. Those were not for fishing.

I did my job, but my heart and my life felt empty without the sight, smell, and feel of water. I missed the sport and the peace of fishing.

Disaster struck midway through my third year of teaching. I got a call from my grandfather letting me know that my parents were involved in a car accident and that I needed to get home, as neither one of them was expected to make it.

I got the first flight out to get home, but by the time I got to the hospital, my parents had passed.

My grandfather consoled me at the hospital, and then I went back to my childhood home that night.

I had to do a lot of soul-searching to decide what to do with my life. You always think that your loved ones will be there for you your entire life, but we all know that is not true.

As my brothers and I divided my parents’ estate, they both wanted nothing to do with our childhood home, as they were both married with kids and careers and did not want to move.

I did want it, but my job. I decided to do what makes me happy, and that was to go back home.

My dad, with his planning, left all three of us kids with a lot of money, so I worried less about work. I could also look after my grandfather by staying home.

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Months went by as I took forever to go through my parents' belongings, keeping some and sending a lot to my brothers.

The last thing I went through was all his fishing equipment, which sparked me to get out and do the thing I loved most.

I spent everyday fishing, and the peace that it brought made me feel good.

Some days I just put my line in the water and catch some rays. The silence and peace, and the warm sun hitting my face, made me feel good about life once more.

One day, sitting on a rock fishing, I thought I couldn't go through life just fishing as much as I wanted to. Then it hit me.

Make a business out of fishing. I could take visitors to our streams and lakes, show them the hot spots for fishing, and teach them how to fly fish as well.

If I did well enough, I could buy a boat and make a charter service. Then take people out to our nearby ocean and have them go deep-sea fishing.

I gathered all the gear I needed to start my business, told my grandfather about it, and he helped me get some customers.

It was slow when I began. I had only three customers in the first month. I needed business cards and a name for my business. I thought of so many names, then it popped into my head (Hook, line, and sinker).

I took a full-body picture of myself in my waders with the business name at the top, went to all our local stores, hung my business cards, or handed them out, and soon I was as busy as could be.

I knew my looks would not hurt me.

Most of my customers I took out in my Jon boat, which had a small outboard motor.

Some only wanted offshore fishing, and others wanted to learn fly fishing.

On my all-day fishing tours, I provided lunch, beverages, and snacks as we fished. I also supplied all the fishing gear if it was needed.

I also made sure they had a license, and if they did not, I could get them one on the spot.

One day, I took a young couple out on my boat. She looked to be around twenty, and he looked about the same age.

He professed to be the best fisherman, and after about an hour, it was clear he knew nothing about it. This was her first time.

After a couple of hours fishing, she had to go to the bathroom, and since there were none near, I suggested we find a bush offshore.

I pulled the boat in, and both jumped off. He had told her he would protect her from all the wild animals.

The only wild animals I ever saw around here were rabbits, squirrels, and, once in a great while, maybe a fox.

After fifteen minutes and with no sign of either one of them, I got off the boat to go look and see if they were alright.

When I saw them, they were more than alright. She was nude and bent over a log, and he was fucking her.

I ducked behind a tree to watch. Seeing them made me wet so much so I pulled down my pants and panties and masturbated as I watched them.

I was never a slut, but I had a few boyfriends over the years and watching them made me realize how much I missed sex.

He yelled out, “I am about to come.” She quickly turned and took his load all over her face.

I hurried to pull up my pants and panties and ran back to the boat. A few minutes later, they both came back to the boat, and he said, “I think we both have had enough fishing today. Would you take us back to the dock, and don't worry, I will pay you the full fare for today.”

I nodded, and they both climbed back aboard.

It was clear to me they never wanted to fish. They wanted me to give them a ride to a remote spot so they could fuck.

When we got back to the dock, he did as he said he would and paid me the full fare.

I heard her whisper as they walked away, “Let's do that again. No way will we get caught out there.”

As soon as I got back to my office, I checked the copies I made of their IDs to be sure they were both eighteen, and they were.

The last thing I needed was to get arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a minor.

The second thing I did was close my door, take off my clothes, and finish masturbating.

I was so close to an orgasm watching them.  I fingered myself until I had an orgasm. It felt so good to have an orgasm once again.

Two days later, another young couple came to me and wanted to go out fishing. I made sure, when I looked at their IDs, that they were eighteen.

It was the same thing again. They knew nothing about fishing, and they pulled the same stunt as the other couple.

I let them get off the boat and then followed them a few minutes later, and this time she was giving him a blowjob. He had a very big cock and was holding her head as she sucked on him.

I pulled down my pants and masturbated as I watched. I wanted that cock in me so bad.

As I fingered myself, I stepped back and cracked a branch on a tree limb. He looked over at me and saw me and winked.

I was so embarrassed and hurried back to the boat.

Fifteen minutes later, they came back to the boat, and, as before, they wanted to pay me full fare and take them back to the dock right away.

As he paid me, he whispered to me, “Anytime you want my cock, just call me, and it's all yours.”

I said nothing and watched the two of them walk away.

The next day, another couple wanted the same thing. I had to stop this, as much fun as it was for me to watch these people have sex, I was not going to be a pimp for these young people.

I looked at their IDs, and they were both only seventeen.

I told them, “I know what you want to do, and today it stops. You can go back to your school and tell the rest of the kids I am not a taxi service. You're just going to have to find another place to have sex. Do I make myself clear?”

The young man replied, “Yes, ma’am.” Then they walked away.

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I needed to get away from all of this for a couple of days. I packed up my boat and knew of a place several hours away that had a nice place to camp and fish.

I set up my tent, did some offshore fishing, and had good luck, catching my dinner.

I slept like a baby that night. The cool air against my skin, and the only sound I heard was the crickets.

The next day, I did a short hike back into the forest. It got hot as I walked, and when I got back to my campsite, I decided to take a swim in the lake.

Since no one was around, I took off my clothes and skinny dipped.

I enjoyed the swim, then went to get some sun on the shoreline. My pale skin needed some sun, and I needed to get rid of my tan lines.

I don't know how long I dozed off, but I was awoken by the sound of some branches breaking near me.

I got the sun out of my eyes, and standing right next to me were three men.

The older one handed me his jacket and said, “Hi there. We did not mean to disturb you, but my son here, Carl, saw you and thought you were dead. I am glad to see you are okay.”

I replied, “Thanks for your concern and jacket. As you can see, I am not dead. I am Amy. Who are you three?”

The older man said, “I am Tony, and the older of my two sons is Carl, and the younger one is Bobby. We used to come out here when the kids were young, and since my wife’s death, they wanted to bring me out here again. We will be moving along now.”

I covered myself and replied, “I tell you what, I caught a load of fish, why don't the three of you stay for dinner?”

Tony nodded, and I got up and got dressed.

All three of them helped me clean the fish, and it was clear they knew what they were doing.

We sat around and enjoyed the dinner

Then Bobby pulled out a bottle of tequila that he said he was saving for a toast for his dad, and we did some shots.

The liquor was having its effect on all of us.

Carl said, “I am sure glad you are okay, Amy. When I first saw your nude body, I thought what a waste of a perfect body. I am sure my dad and brother agree.”

I smiled and said, “Thanks, my body is glad I am not dead.”    

I could see the rise in his pants as he fumbled around trying to get comfortable.

Tony said, “Maybe we should get going before this gets out of hand. It's getting dark, and we need to get back to our truck.”

I replied, “I have plenty of blankets in my boat if you want to stay here overnight. That way, we can finish up the tequila.”

Bobby jumped up and said, “Yes dad let’s stay. You are too damn drunk to walk that far anyway.”

Tony stood up and dusted himself off, and I could see he was also as hard as a rock.

I got a little worried where this might be heading, and then I thought how sex starved I was and what better way to solve that than with an old-fashioned gang bang.

I stood up and said, “I might be wrong here, but it sure looks like a couple of you have hard-ons. Now what are we going to do about that?”

Carl laughed and said, “Guilty as charged. I cannot help it when I look at you, all I can see is you nude.”

He then pulled out his cock and said, “See what you do to me.”

Tony did not say a word as he pulled out his hard-on.

Bobby said, “Let's make that three hard dicks.”

I walked over to Tony, dropped to my knees, and began sucking on his cock. The other two stroked their cocks as they watched me suck on their dad’s cock.

After a few minutes, I stood up and said, “Time to get naked and seeing how Tony is the elder here. I want to feel his cock in me first.”

Tony took off his pants as I put a blanket on the ground and lay back in anticipation of his cock.

He sat down on the blanket and went to work on my pussy with his tongue. The other two stood over me, masturbating.

Tony knew what he was doing and brought me to a quick first orgasm. I had not felt that in such a long time. I never wanted him to stop.

Tony stopped and said, “I really want to make love to you, but we don't have any condoms. I never in a million years thought we would need them.”

I smiled and said, “Not to worry, I am on the pill.”

I don't think the last word left my mouth before Tony slid his cock into me. His tongue felt good, but this was way better. I watched as his cock slid in and out of my pussy.

I had almost forgotten about the two others until Bobby dropped down and put his cock on my lips.

I sucked his cock as I took Carl’s cock in my free hand and jerked him off as I was being fucked by his dad.

Tony stopped fucking me and said, “I am so close to cumming, but don't want to yet. This feels so good. How about one of my sons getting a chance?”

I nodded my head, and within a second or two, Carl had shoved his rock-hard cock in me and was fucking me like a wild man. He was larger than his dad but lacked his dad's rhythm.

Tony just stood above me and watched his son fuck my brains out, and I still had Bobby’s cock in my mouth.

Carl yelled out, “Oh fuck oh fuck I am cumming.”  I soon felt Carl shoot a load of cum into me.

He fell to this side of me, and two seconds later Bobby had shoved his cock into my cum soaked pussy and began fucking me.

It was a minute later when Bobby said, “Here it comes, Amy.” Then he shot his load into me.

He got off, and Tony said, “Our last name is Johnson, and I guess it's time for this Johnson to cum.”

I wiped away some of his son's cum, and he went back to work on fucking me.  

Of the three of them, although he was not the biggest, he felt the best. He knew how to make love to a woman.

We kissed as his cock went in and out of me. He brought me at least two more orgasms before he said, “Here I come, Amy.”

He shot his load into me on top of his sons.

They were all spent, and so was I. I felt so good, and I never wanted to be without sex again in my life for that long again.

Carl made a big bonfire, and we all curled up next to it and fell asleep.

The next day, we had some coffee around the embers of the fire, and we talked for some time.

Tony said, “I just noticed the name of your boat. Why do you call it Hook Line and Sinker?”

I replied, “That’s my business name. I charter my boat and myself and take people out fishing. Some know what they are doing, but most of them I teach how to fish. It's what I love to do.”

Tony said, “I love fishing too. So much so, I have a seaworthy small yacht that I bought right before my wife's passing. I have only been in the ocean twice with it. Maybe we should go into business somehow?”

I replied, “I have thought of that before about buying a bigger boat and doing some deep-sea fishing. How could we go into business together?”

Tony replied, “I am retired and have no interest in beginning a business, but what I was thinking is that I could give you my boat to use for a cut of the profits.”

I got out one of my business cards and said, “That might work. Give me a call in a day or two and let me think about it, okay?”

He hugged me and said, “That sounds good. Let me know, okay?”

To be continued.