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THE USUAL WARNINGS:
This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind. If you
are offended by graphic descriptions of natural and/or
unnatural sexual acts, if you are underage, or if this
type of material is illegal where you are, don't read
any further.
This is a fantasy. You will have to loosen your clench
on reality a little when you read it. This is a tale in
which physical acts and human responses are not limited
to, nor necessarily based in, reality. Some acts and
responses in this story may be physically impossible
and/or physiologically improbable.
Also, as is the case with most of the stories in this
newsgroup, all the women in this story are beautiful -
gorgeous, even. Gravity has not caused breasts to
droop nor have wrinkles creased unblemished faces. The
men (the leading men, at least) are hung like bulls.
They can get it up and keep it up often and at will.
In this special little fantasyland, there are no STDs,
morals, or unwanted pregnancies. Guilt is a four-
letter word. Most important of all, neither strength
of character, courage of convictions, nor moral belief
stand a chance against any erotic stimulus. This can
be as benign as an accidental glimpse of a bared ankle
or as stimulating as a whipping on the genitals.
For those of you who didn't understand the preceding
statements, GO AWAY!
This story is intended for the salacious entertainment
of consenting adults. Do not try to do any of the
things described in this story. You could injure
yourself or your partner, be arrested, or shot by her
father....
If you are under 18 years of age, GO AWAY! This story
will burn your eyeballs and fry your brain.
If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited
where you are, GO AWAY!
By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility
for any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure
that results from reading this story. If you don't, GO
AWAY!
You have been warned!
If you enjoy this story and feel the urge to post it on
a <free> site, at least give me (NightShade) credit for
it.
So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy
the story!....:)
NightShade
The Camp Nurse
Chapter 5 - The Canoe
by Nightshade
first posted 3/97; revised 12/98
[The continuing adventures of Chris Mattson, RN at an
all-girls cheerleading camp high up in the mountains
out west. The only Problem is that Chris is a male.
Let the fun continue.]
Janet was at breakfast the next morning. She smiled a
shy greeting at me and I noticed she sat down very
slowly and gently. I grinned back at her and she
noticed me watching her sit. She blushed a beautiful
shade of pink, then got up her nerve and blew me a kiss
across the room. I don't think any of the campers
noticed it, but a couple of the staffers grinned
knowingly in my direction.
I got a call to come up to Janet's office for a 10:10
staff meeting that morning. I thought the time was
odd, but she was a busy woman, and she had to make up
for lost time the day before. I cleaned up for the
staff meeting, and got there on time. Walking in to
the outer office, I didn't see anyone. I went on into
the conference room.
Sandra, the mousy assistant, was mousy no more. She
stood there in the room, leaning up against the table.
Her hair wasn't in a bun, but hung in sexy waves around
her face and over her shoulders. She was wearing
makeup, just a touch, to emphasize her lips and eyes.
But that wasn't the big change. It was what she was
wearing. Or wasn't wearing.
Gone were the tweeds and pantsuits, the efficient
business clothes. This morning she was wearing a half-
T that was about two sizes too small. And no bra. The
bottom edge of the short shirt showed most of her large
soft tits that jiggled with each breath she took. And
she was breathing fast.
She was also wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts
that were high cut on each hip and made of a slippery
nylon fabric. Even though they were loose, they clung
to her body like paint. It was obvious she wasn't
wearing any underwear and that she was damp in the
crotch.
She let me gaze at her for a moment, grinning and
blushing at the visible effect she was having on me.
The right leg of my shorts was bulging out and suddenly
became too short to cover all my parts. Sandra licked
her lips when she saw the large purple head pop out
into the daylight.
She had apparently not yet taken the speed-stripping
course at the camp yet, because she simply launched
herself at me from her position at the conference
table. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs
wrapped around my waist. She didn't say a thing. She
just kissed me real hard several times, and then just
held on. Tight. Waiting.
What was I to do? I struggled to get my shorts down
and free the monster that had grown in my pants leg.
She helped me by wiggling around. She wouldn't let go
of my waist with her legs, however, and I was wondering
how I was going to get into her pussy, when the
situation kind of took care of itself. Her loose
shorts slipped to the side and suddenly she was crying
in joy as she felt it slide easily into her cunt. She
was even tighter than last night. With the workout she
had had last night and now again this morning, I felt
sure her cunt muscles would be sore. But she didn't
seem to mind. I looked down at her face and her eyes
were screwed tightly shut. She was totally focused on
this fuck.
She was a little heavier than some of the petite little
girls and women I had had ride my cock like that so I
turned her around and eased my butt onto the conference
table and supported our weight by leaning against it.
It also provided her with a more stable platform for
her increasingly wild screwing motions. It was when I
looked up from watching her tits bounce and her face
contort that my prick jerked and almost unsaddled the
morphed assistant.
Janet was standing just inside the door watching us
fuck. My eyes widened in surprise when I saw her, but
then she gave me a smile that let me know it was OK to
keep going. In fact, she gave her own tiny breasts a
squeeze through her tight top with one hand and
caressed her cunt through her shorts with the other as
she stood there watching. I just about came when she
seductively licked her lips with that tiny pink tongue,
running it around her lips two or three times. I
remembered what it felt like on my prick and a shiver
went down my back.
Then I just about started laughing. Here I was,
fucking a beautiful woman who I had just helped, I
hoped, the night before to get over a self image
problem, while at the same time fantasizing about
another woman's mouth on my cock. I didn't think it
would help Sandra's image if I laughed, or if she found
out what I was thinking, so I made a face at Janet to
let her know I knew what she was doing. She grinned
wickedly and stopped fondling herself. She didn't stop
watching.
"Uh, Sandra,."
"Call me Sandi. I don't feel like a Sandra anymore.
Sandra didn't get fucked enough. Sandi is going to get
fucked a whole lot. I feel like a Sandi," she
interrupted me.
"OK, Sandi," I replied. "What time is the meeting?
The real staff meeting."
"10:30. I hope I left us enough time. I wanted you to
be early. What took you so fucking long to get here?"
She paused. "God, I'm sorry. I don't know what came
over me. Having your cock in my cunny just does
something to me, you know?"
"Don't apologize, Sandi. It feels good being inside
you. But do you think it's fair to the others to have
`special' meetings like this?"
A bit of Sandra came back. "Fair? Fair? Do you think
it's fair that all the other girls get all the
attention, that they get picked for the pep squads?
All I ever wanted to be was one of them, but..." She
tapered off and buried her head in my chest.
I kissed the top of her head. I knew what she was
going to say, so I finished for her. ".but you never
tried out, did you."
She sobbed, and shook her head. "I knew I wasn't good
enough."
I reached down and grabbed her chin and lifted her head
up. "And now...?"
She opened her eyes and looked at me. I saw a fire
burning in them. She stopped crying. And she never
stopped rotating her hips around on my cock. "From now
on, I'm going to go after what I want. Like this." She
indicated my hard prick by squeezing it with her
internal muscles. "And if that isn't fair, tough shit.
They can make their own arrangements."
I smiled. Janet smiled. I kissed Sandi's forehead.
"Good girl," I said. Then I leaned down and whispered
to her. "If you want me to come early, just ask. I
will do anything I can for you. OK?"
"Oh, Chris! Thank you! OH! I'm cominnnnnnngggg."
Sandi clung to me like a leech on a cock. I could feel
her cunt actually sucking me deeper into her body. She
shuddered and throbbed on my rampant cock for several
minutes and then lifted herself off my tall member.
"Thank you, Mr. Mattson." She leaned down and cleaned
my cock with her tongue and mouth, even sucking my
balls clean. Three times. She only jumped slightly
when she felt Janet's tongue cleaning the insides of
her thighs. But the groans she made with her mouth
around my prick just about set me off. Janet was
hampered by Sandi's shorts, but it was obvious that
both of them enjoyed what was happening. And that it
would happen again, later. Without the shorts.
Sandi paused in her cleaning efforts and looked up at
me with a question in her eyes. I could see the first
edges of doubt about her sexuality creeping back in.
"Both. It's perfectly normal to like both, Sandi.
You're an attractive woman. To both men and women.
Enjoy it. And if you find you like it, go for it, like
you just did with me."
Sandi squeezed my cock in response and gave me one of
the best blowjobs I had ever had. She had learned a
lot in the last day or two. When she stuck a finger up
my ass and massaged my prostate gland, I surprised all
three of us and filled her mouth with a bucket of cum.
She didn't waste a drop and only had to share with
Janet because Janet immediately kissed her hard on the
mouth and stuck her tongue in to get some of my gism.
They dueled at length before Janet pulled back and
sighed.
"Think we can cancel the staff meeting, Sandi?"
Sandi groaned. "They're already on their way. We'll
have to straighten up, Miss Crandell."
"Why, Sandi! How can you call me `Miss Crandell,' when
I'm standing here with your pussy juice on my face?
Call me Janet, OK?"
The two women hugged. I was forgotten, my semi-stiff
cock still hanging out of my shorts.
"And you," Janet said to me, "put that thing away.
It's caused enough `trouble' for now."
The staff meeting was anti-climatic. Although a couple
of the staffers with sensitive olfactory senses did
sniff the air and give me a queer look. Apparently the
pungent aroma of Sandi's secretions were still
detectable.
The rest of the day passed. I would like to say
without incident, but during the morning the intimate
fondling and feels by the staff became a bit more
insistent and frenzied. I was in an almost constant
state of arousal the entire day. The engorged head of
my cock was clearly visible and on open display below
the cuff of my shorts. Along with several inches of
shaft. The staffers made sure my one pants leg was
rolled up as far as it could go. Julie even slipped
her tiny fingers under the rolled up cuff and pulled
out a testicle. I tried to shift it back in under
cover, but after each of the next ones did the same
thing, I gave up. Something was up and they wanted it
hanging out. Who was I to fight it, anyway?
Then the campers started coming up to me. They seemed
kind of shy at first, but didn't seem to mind that I
was hanging out for them to see. In fact, several of
them copied the example of their leaders and began
fondling and feeling it when they came up to ask me a
question. Or whenever they happened to pass within
arm's reach, or could find some excuse to sit and grind
on my lap.
I was puzzled about what was going on. I noticed the
campers were younger, but I figured the older girls all
had a class or something. The innocent faces of the
little teenagers enflamed me and I was getting
desperate to fuck something. Just when things would be
ready to get out of hand, one of the staff would come
over and take me firmly in hand. It didn't make me any
less horny, but I understood that any fucking to be
done today was at their discretion, not mine.
It didn't help that Janet stayed in my line of vision
the whole time, but never let me get close to her. She
never touched me. She just watched the whole teasing
process with an amused grin on her face. Several times
during the day I swear she told some of the younger
campers to come over and `torment' me in some
particularly soft way or another. It was hard not to
plow those tight cunts when they had me firmly in the
grasp of their small hands and looked up at me with
those delightfully devilishly smiling eyes and asked me
the most mundane question imaginable. I was in heaven
and hell at the same time, and I think Janet knew it.
And then it stopped. Like a light going off. Right
after lunch. The girls would come right up to me,
stand a smidgen away and not touch. Time after time.
I wasn't sure which was more exciting: The touching or
the tantalizing. It didn't make any difference to me.
I was as hard as a rock, regardless. I was beginning
to love these little sex games they were playing, that
Janet was directing. It kept everything on a friendly
level with everyone knowing what was going on, and no
one got their feelings hurt.
I knew all secrets had been ripped wide open when the
first girl that night kissed me on my nose and said, "I
want what Melody got," and then stripped and sat on my
face. So did the second girl and the third. But this
type of service took longer and it was getting late.
The last several of the nocturnal visitors began coming
into my room in pairs. One would sit on my face, the
other would climb onto my cock. Some of them even
began kissing and fondling each other while I was
servicing them. I'm sure a lot of activities continued
on back in the dormitory later on that night. And when
they were all done, the Skipper visited me.
She slipped in and was naked in my arms before I heard
her. She was just suddenly there and, at first I
thought it was a dream. But dreams don't feel that
good, and this felt tremendous. We kissed and I tasted
a new flavor.
"I see you had another meeting with Sandi, Skipper."
"Uh-huh. I thought she need a good chewing out." She
laughed. "She didn't seem too upset about it, though."
"Did she do you, too?"
"No, not yet. I don't think she's ready for that.
Yet. She really is a fast learner, you know."
I was silent. "Next time, can I watch?"
I caught a jab in the ribs. "Would that turn you on,
sailor?"
"Just imagining the two of you making love to each
other gets me hard." I hugged her to me tighter.
"Thinking of you makes me even harder, though." I
thought about how sore she must have been after our
last bout. "What would you like to do tonight? Or do
you just want to cuddle?"
"Cuddle? That's for wimps. Unless you can't get it
up, sailor. Then I'll just go back to Sandi. She may
be ready by now." She was teasing, as she was lying
directly on my rock hard cock. It must have been
giving her a stomachache, it was prodding her so hard.
"So what's your pleasure, Ma'am?"
She leaned down and kissed my chin. "I want it up my
ass," she said finally in a quiet, but firm voice. "It
hurt like hell last time, but I loved it, too. I'm
going to learn how to relax like Julie told me and take
that monster all the way up there. And love every
fucking inch. Do you mind taking me back there?"
Did I mind? She was offering me the finest ass I had
ever fucked, and she wanted to know if I minded? Did
she think I was crazy? Hell, no, I didn't mind. But I
didn't want to appear too anxious.
"Umm, you're sure about this? I'd hate to hurt you
again. You don't have to do this for me. I just want
you. Just you, anyway."
She lifted herself up and positioned her asshole over
the tip of my cock. She lowered herself gingerly down
until about three inches were inside her. She had pre-
lubed her ass with enough gel so that some of it leaked
out and ran down the exposed shaft of my cock,
preparing it for deeper penetration. With a determined
grunt she took the rest of my throbbing prick deep up
inside her rectal recesses.
"Was that better?"
"Hey, it's always good for me. Was it better for you?"
"Oh, God! Yesssssss. Can't you feel it? I can't stop
the spasms. They just ripple through me, one after the
other. They start at my shitter and go to my toes and
fingers and the tips of my nipples. My hair feels
funny, too, like it's alive. God, I love this. Almost
as much as in my cunt. In some ways, more, too. It's
different, like. And it doesn't hurt now, either."
She still hadn't moved. "Pull up a little and then
slide back down, Skipper. Fuck yourself in the ass."
She did, and I slipped my hand under her open and empty
pussy. I let her impale herself on my extended middle
finger as she slid back down my shaft. With my thumb I
found and pressed on her clit. She went wild. I
thought my finger would break she was squeezing it so
hard. She was laughing, sobbing, yelling, blubbering
and so on all at once. Until her system finally spent
itself of all her built up tension and she relaxed on
my chest.
"Sailor?"
"What, Skipper?"
"Watching all those girls tease you all day really
turned me on. I didn't realize how much."
"Do you think it was a good idea with the girls? In
broad daylight and all? I mean, what about the
exposure? Suppose one of them had been shocked?"
"Hey, none of those little girls had ever seen a real
prick before. They were curious and had asked me what
a man's thing was like, was it hard or soft, hot,
sticky, and so on. I just thought I'd let them have a
chance to see a real good one."
"You mean that those girls were all virgins?" I
thought back to how young they all had seemed to be.
And so curious and eager and... She giggled as my
prick seemed to swell to twice its normal size in her
ass.
"Well, they are virgins for now. Who knows if they
will still be intact by the end of camp." She slid up
and down a bit on my cock. "But before you get to do
any them, I have one more chore for you to take care
of. If you're up for it, so to speak."
"Your cunt?" I asked, hopefully.
"Well, that, too, but I didn't think that was a chore,
you bastard!" She pummeled my chest with her tiny fists
in mock anger. "No. I need you to `fix' one of the
staff. Diane. I don't know what's wrong with her."
I tried to picture Diane in my mind. All I got was a
faceless outgoing blonde with high thrusting knockers.
I had heard comments about a silicone job, but
something didn't quite match up with her personality
and a boob job. I also didn't recall her being one of
the active participants of my torture earlier that day.
Or of her coming in for an exam earlier. She was
always friendly enough, cheerful, outgoing, well
spoken. But not horny? Give me a break. She was
either tremendously self disciplined or had a wire
loose somewhere.
The Skipper was continuing, "I want you to spend some
time with her. As much as you need. I would suggest a
canoe trip across the lake, if you don't mind my
suggestion."
"Let's get this straight. You're all right with this?"
I asked, still not believing my luck or this woman's
attitude.
"Sailor? Do you love me?" she asked me quietly.
"Yes," I answered immediately. I didn't have to think
about it. It was true.
"Then, I'm all right with it. Do what ever it takes to
make her happy, short of a commitment," she instructed.
"But first, roll me over and fuck my ass off, will you,
sailor?"
Always obey the skipper, my training manual said. So I
did.
The next day after lunch I wandered down to the docks
to find Diane waiting for me with a backpack. A canoe
had already been loaded with food and a sleeping bag.
Just one bag. Diane stared at me hard and with a bit
of a look of distaste or loathing when she saw the
single bag, but she said nothing. In fact, she
actually sounded cheerful and would have fooled me, but
I had seen that peculiar something in her eyes. We
loaded the rest of our gear in the canoe and took off
across the glassy lake.
About a mile into the trip, we both began to work up a
sweat. We took a break and removed our sweatshirts.
That left me bare-chested and Diane in the tiniest
bikini top I had ever seen. She sure wasn't shy about
showing her body! She was extremely fair, as some
blondes are, and I leaned forward to rub sunscreen on
her shoulders. As I touched her, I felt a twitch or a
shudder, as if she reflexively wanted to pull away.
Then she relaxed, looked over her shoulder at me and
gave me such a smoldering look that I would have jumped
her right then if it hadn't been that all the pieces
didn't fit right. I grinned back at her, finished
applying the sunscreen and indicated the far shore. I
swear she looked puzzled that I hadn't done anything.
We got to the far shore and found a beach in a nice
clearing. We pulled the boat up, unloaded our gear and
set up a small camp. I left the sleeping bag in the
boat. When that was done, I unrolled a towel on the
beach, stripped to my bathing suit and called over my
shoulder as I dove into the cool water, "Last one in is
a rotten egg!"
She responded to the childish dare. She stripped off
her shorts and joined me in the water. I don't know if
it was intentional on her part or not, but her suit was
not meant for water. It was white and flimsy and
turned almost transparent when it got wet, exposing her
charms to anyone who looked. But I didn't. OK, I
tried real hard not to, but would you be able to not
look at a nearly naked woman playing in the water with
you? I tried to studiously force myself to look
directly into her eyes when I looked at her. But it
was hard. I had thought her bikini top was small. Her
bottoms almost didn't exist. They were essentially a
string around her waist and a second string through her
crotch with a wide patch of thin cloth in the front.
That was working itself farther and farther between her
cuntlips as we jumped and splashed in the cool water.
She was as good as totally naked.
It was one of the hardest things I ever did to not take
her up on her blatant offers for contact and, I knew,
sex. Somehow, I knew I had to make her ask for it.
Beg for it. Otherwise she would consider me just
another aggressive male.
When we got out of the water, I collapsed on my towel
in the sand and lay there soaking up the warm sun. I
had my head turned away from her, but I could tell by
the shuffling and rearranging that she was surprised we
were not doing the dirty deed. I grinned to myself.
It was like a game.
I don't know how long we lay there, but it suddenly got
very dark. And wet. A storm had blown in over the
lake and was sitting right on top of us. Our backpacks
were waterproof and everything else but the towels and
us were undercover, but we were getting soaked. I know
we had just been in the water, but somehow this was
wetter.
I went over to the canoe and called to Diane. I tipped
the canoe over and pushed her under it, then crawled in
behind her. It was quite roomy underneath, but there
was no way we could lay there without touching each
other. I spread the bench cushions on the ground and
used the sleeping bag as a pillow for our heads. We
lay down side by side on the makeshift bed and prepared
to wait out the storm.
It didn't stop. It was finally too dark to go back
that night. We were stranded for the night at the
other end of the lake.
I think we finally got tired of not talking. I know
Diane was not a normally quiet person, and I have been
known to talk as well, on occasion. I think it may
have started when she finally stopped avoiding me and
put her arm up around my neck. It wasn't in passion,
but for comfort. I grinned at her and leaned back and
closed my eyes. I think that was when she started
talking. I think she asked me why I hadn't done
anything to her. She knew what was going on at camp,
even encouraged her girls to take advantage of their
scheduled visits. So why had I not tried anything with
her?
I had to think about that one. I told her I got a
sense that she really didn't want me to do anything,
that she wouldn't have enjoyed it. She may have
expected it, she may have even accepted my advances out
of a sense of duty or obligation to someone or to me,
but I didn't think she really wanted to have sex. Or
any contact, for that matter.
Why do they always cry? At least I knew I was on the
right track when I felt the salty drops falling on my
arm. But I had no idea how screwed up this young woman
was. Her story was simple, but devastating.
As a little girl, she had always wanted to be a
cheerleader. Her mother, herself a beautiful woman,
had been a cheerleader in high school and had then
gotten married early and had Diane. As Diane developed
into the gorgeous creature she was, her mother
encouraged her and helped her as much as possible.
Except for two things.
The first was that, for some reason, Diane's mother was
convinced that nipples showing through her clothing was
in extremely bad taste and worse, wicked. So as soon
as Diane began to develop nipples her mother would put
tape on them before the games so they wouldn't show.
As Diane got older and her nipples more prominent, she
began using heavier and heavier tape, which not only
caused Diane considerable embarrassment, but was
painful to remove. And it wasn't always successful.
One night, after a particularly rousing cheer, the
dreaded nipples popped through the tape. Diane's
mother and father had attended that game. Both of them
came onto the basketball court and dragged her home.
She was incredibly embarrassed by their actions.
When they got home, her mother locked her in her room
for about an hour and then flung open the door and
stormed into the room. She made her take off her
sweater and bra and then her mom ripped the tape from
her breasts. She then held up two small cylinders.
They were about a quarter inch around and about a half
inch long. They were sections from wooden dowel. Her
mother pressed one of the dowels against her right
nipple, forcing it to invert on itself. She pushed
until the dowel was flush with the front surface of her
breast and then put a piece of tape over it to hold it
in place. She repeated the process with the other
breast.
Diane was in tears. It hurt. Terribly. But her
mother said that this was the only way she could be a
cheerleader in public ever again. So she suffered
through it, finally getting so she would insert the
plungers herself before the games.
The second thing that her mother had done to Diane was
to instill in her an absolute fear of any and all
pleasurable, as in sexy, feelings. She had done this
by spanking not only her fingers, but her clitoris when
she was a little girl and had been caught by the mother
exploring her own body in the bath tub. Later, when
she was older and had been caught diddling herself she
had poured burning hot water, not quite scalding, over
her vaginal area. She had been burned ten times, until
she simply lost the urge to masturbate.
I, for one, was amazed at her persistence. I would
have quit after being burned once, maybe twice. But it
did confirm my suspicions that there was a passionate
woman hidden deep in this body lying beside me. Now,
how to dig it out?
"Diane, what can I do for you?" I asked into the
darkness. "What would you like me to do?"
"Nothing. Nothing works. It all just feels like
blah."
"Can I at least give it a try?"
She looked at me. "Why? Why bother?"
"Because I care about you. I hate to see you missing
that side of your life."
"But what about Janet? I thought you cared about her."
`DANGER! DANGER! Dive! Dive!' went off in my head.
I answered carefully, but honestly. "I care about
Janet very much. But she thought I might be able to
help you."
"How? By fucking me up the ass? It doesn't work, I've
tried. No, thank you," she said bitterly.
"That was a cheap shot, Diane."
"Sorry. But I've heard that's what you like."
"I do. But I like all kinds of sex. Including anal.
But it's only good if the partner is willing. Have you
ever heard of me forcing anyone?"
There was a long silence. Finally, "No. That's always
puzzled me. If you had, I could hate you. But every
single one of my girls is madly in love with you. And
your cock. They tell me everything, and not one of
them has hinted that you made them do anything they
didn't like."
We lay there a while. The rain dripped on our roof,
the canoe, and we could hear the sounds of the forest
around us. The waves lapped on the beach a few feet
from where we lay. It was surprisingly warm in spite
of the storm and we were both still in our bathing
suits.
"Chris, would you kiss me?" I almost didn't hear her.
She had turned her back to me and I could feel her
weeping silently. It was the kind of thing that women
do that just breaks your heart. You'd do anything to
stop them from crying like that.
I leaned over her to kiss her and she turned her head
away from me. In the faint light I could see her
flushed cheeks.
"Not there. Down there."
Bingo! She had asked for something she wanted. I held
myself in check so I wouldn't seem to be rushing and
began to wander down her lovely body. I got to her
chest and nuzzled one of the swatches of cloth up and
over her breast, baring it to my lips. I suckled on
her tit and sucked out the wooden plunger. Damned if
she wasn't still wearing them. I spit it out.
"Not there, either."
I moved over to the other tit. Sure enough, I sucked
another chunk of wood out of it.
"Lower. Stop teasing me, Chris."
I looked up at her in the dim light. "That's part of
the fun, Diane. You want it. I want it. You'll get
it. But it's more fun if you don't know when. Or
would you rather I just attack you?"
"No. No, you're right. God, this is hard. Just- just
keep going I guess."
"You sure? I can stop, if you don't like it."
"That's just it. I do like it. Please, don't stop.
I focused on her navel, next. She began to move, but
microscopically. But it was movement.
"Lower, Chris. Suck my thingy. Please stop teasing
me."
"Your `thingy'?," I asked her, grinning.
"My vagina and clitoris." She paused. "OK, shit. Suck
my cunt! There, is that what you want to hear?"
"Is that what you want me to suck?" I fired back.
"Yes, damit! Now just do it." She paused, embarrassed
by her tone. "Please, Mr. Mattson?"
The last plea was done in such a little girl voice I
couldn't have refused. And I had no intention of
refusing her. I lowered my mouth to her cunt lips and
immediately got my tongue caught under her bikini
bottom. I untied the two sides and drew away the
insignificant covering. I urged her legs up and she
slipped them over one of the crossbeams of the canoe
above our heads. It lifted her knees up and out,
spreading her wide open before me. I lowered my mouth
back down to her now exposed box and began to feast.
I went slowly. Something told me I would be there a
while, but at that time I had no idea how long that
would turn out to be. Diane's cunt was dry. Well, not
dry, but not wet, either. As I licked and sucked and
poked and prodded she would occasionally sigh, but
other than that, there was no response. Occasionally
she would shift to another position to get comfortable,
but there was no orgasmic response from her. But she
never asked me to stop either. Of course, if I had
been in her place with a guy willing to eat my pussy
all night long, I wouldn't have asked him to stop. I
guess.
Anyway, that was exactly what I did. I ate her all
night long. Of course, it didn't seem that long as I
was busy doing what I love almost more than fucking.
But first light came and we were still at it. I was
beginning to think it was hopeless. Then it started.
The first change came about 6:00 am. Suddenly, I got a
reaction out of her.
"Ooooooohhhhhh. God, Chris, look!"
I raised my head. "What happened?"
"My nipple popped up! All by itself! God, it feels so
different. So good!"
An hour later the second nipple popped up. They were
fantastic, standing about an inch out from her large
firm breasts, standing stiff and angry red in the
morning light. She was staring at them in amazement.
"I never thought I'd see them again." She spoke of them
as if they were old friends who had gone away. In a
way, they were.
"Diane, kiss them," I instructed her.
While I went back to work in her pussy, she did that
incredibly sexy move women do and cupped her breasts
and brought them up to her lips. Her pointed little
tongue sneaked out of her mouth and flicked against the
right nipple. She stiffened and arched her back. She
flicked her tongue against the left one and stiffened
again.
I had lifted my head when she stiffened the first time.
As I bent again to my task, I got another huge
surprise. And I do mean huge. Her clit had stiffened
as well and popped up. It was about the size of my
little finger. It was a good two inches long or longer
and about as thick. It took a little convincing on my
part that it wasn't a male cock, and I sucked it into
my mouth. I got a little squeal. I sucked harder and
rimmed it with my tongue. I got a louder squeal. I
bobbed my head up and down on it, sucked it and nipped
it with my teeth. She came. A small, short, tiny
shuddering orgasm, but she did come.
I licked up her flow of cum juice and began tongue
fucking her in earnest now. Even though my jaw was
sore and my tongue was beginning to ache, I kept going.
At eight o'clock she had her second orgasm. Still
nothing to write home about to Mom, but for her it was
earth shattering. When she finished trembling, she lay
still. I continued petting her cunt with shriveled
fingers and a tired tongue.
Suddenly, she lifted those strong cheerleader legs and
raised the canoe off of us and kicked it out of the
way. She grabbed my ears and pulled me up to her so we
lay face to face, with me on top of her.
"Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me now."
That was going to be easy to do, as when I had slid up
her body, my hard cock had partially penetrated into
her pussy. A slow thrust of my hips buried it to the
hilt.
Nothing.
I had expected some reaction, at least. She didn't
even sigh or anything. I looked down at her face. It
looked like she was gritting her teeth.
"Hey, Diane, relax! I won't tell your mother if you
enjoy yourself. But don't quit on me now!"
She glared at me reflexively, defensive of the attack
on her mother. But then she smiled as she realized her
teeth were clenched. Her face softened.
"It's so hard for me to let go. And this has never
worked before. I'm afraid..."
"I know. Just take your time. I'm in no hurry."
"What about all those young girls who didn't get their
turns last night? Don't you want to get back to them
and their tight pussies?"
"What? And miss out on this fantastic piece of ass?" I
gave a sharp thrust into her cunt. This time she gave
an imperceptible groan. "Besides, they'll just be
hornier when we get back. There's nothing like a horny
woman."
She gave a short laugh. "You're a baaad boy, Mr.
Mattson!" And then she started moving her hips on her
own, experimentally at first, trying to fuck herself on
my cock.
I have mentioned it takes me a long time, about two
hours, to orgasm and that I can stay hard between
bouts. So when I say I came three times, that
calculates out to a six-hour fuck session. But by the
end of those six hours, she was finally beginning to
come alive. I heard moans and groans and she was
beginning to shriek when she came. But I was just
about at the end of my strength. I was thinking of
renaming the place to Camp Raw-Raw-Raw.
When she pushed me off of her and rolled me onto my
elbows and knees, I didn't resist. When she kneeled up
behind me, it still didn't register. The slick finger
up my ass got me wondering what was going on, and when
she bellied up to my ass, I began to squirm. I wasn't
into this. I told her so. She told me she wouldn't
tell anyone, but that if I let her do me, she would let
me do her. I was still unsure, but by that time I felt
the slender shaft of her clit slide into my ass. She
groaned. It was too late. I was deflowered.
"Oh, God. That feels great! Ooohhh, you're so tight.
It's like you're sucking on it and squeezing it and
OOOOHhhhhh! YYYYeeessssss!"
Diane didn't stop thrusting even as she came and it led
her to her next climax, and then again. Finally, she
leaned over my back, rubbing her now firmly erect
nipples into my straining back muscles. She reached
around and grasped my still hard cock. She had
lubricant in her hand and it was a tremendously good
feeling as she jerked me off while fucking my ass. To
say I didn't enjoy it wouldn't be true, but I didn't
think I would do it again. But the feeling of her hard
breasts pressing into my back and her hand slicking up
and down my prick only augmented the strange feeling of
being invaded from behind. It felt good, but I didn't
come.
After her fourth or fifth building climax, she pulled
out. She knelt down as I had been and offered up her
ass to me. It was gorgeous. Full and round, her
fleshy orbs quivered with the spasms of her last
orgasm. I didn't have to be invited twice. I brought
the head of my rampant cock to her tiny tight pink
orifice, and pushed it in. She grunted, but did not
pull away. I stopped and rested until I felt her begin
to push back, taking in the rest of my shaft. I slowly
eased forward. She expelled her breath in a great big
whoosh and began to immediately lunge back and forth on
my cock. Her head was whipping her long blonde hair
into a tangled frenzy. Her boobs were jiggling like
mounds of firm Jell-O. She fucked herself for a while
and then froze.
The whole forest got strangely quiet. Then I heard a
sound like I had never heard before. It started out as
a high pitched whine that slowly dropped in pitch. It
was just like the sound that the WWII bombs made when
they fall from the airplanes in the old movies. As the
sound came into normal range, it changed to a Whoop,
Whoop, Whoop, Whoop sound, each whoop rising in pitch
at the end like the song of the whooping crane. The
whooping finally faded. I realized that the sounds
were coming from Diane. And that she had just about
squeezed my prick off with that climax.
"Wow! Do it again, Chris. I want to do it again!
That was great!"
The second time came sooner, but the noise she made was
the same. After this one she pulled off my prick.
"We'd better get back now, Chris, or we'll never make
it back before dark. It's getting late." She was
energized from her orgasms and looked as fresh as when
we had started out. All those sleepless hours
before...
I looked at my watch. It was about three o'clock in
the afternoon. We still had about three hours to get
back. We loaded the canoe and pushed it into the
water. I started to get in the back as before, but
Diane had other ideas. She directed me to lay down on
my back the floor of the canoe with my legs up and over
the sides. She got in and straddled my cock, letting
it slide up into her cunt. She shoved off and began to
paddle towards the camp. With each stroke, she shifted
the paddle from one side to the other. As she shifted,
she would lift up on my cock and then plunge back down.
After a while she looked down at me.
"Well, don't just lay there, grab onto my tits!" Of
course, I complied. She paddled a bit longer and then
sang her climax song again. The canoe coasted for a
while. She panted, trying to catch her breath. I
could feel the tension leaving her body as she became
more and more relaxed after each cum. And she got more
energy. She lifted up and let my cock slip out of her,
and I thought that was the end of it. But she reached
down and held me upright and then settled back down,
this time letting me slide up her shit chute. She
turned and paddled away from the camp this time, like a
sail boat would tack into the wind to make headway.
She paddled and fucked herself until she sang her song
again, and then she shifted me back into her cunt and
paddled back towards camp.
Back and forth we tacked all afternoon, the cries of
the falling bombs and whooping cranes resounding up and
down the hidden valley throughout the journey home.
For my part, I held on to those smooth orbs as long as
I could, but eventually gravity, the gentle rocking of
the boat as it meandered back to camp, and the lack of
sleep got the best of me. I must have passed out and
gone to sleep. Not the worst way to go, if I do say so
myself.
The bumping of the canoe against the dock roused me
slightly from my sleep and I looked up into the
concerned faces of the staff leaning over looking down
at me as I lay in the bottom of the canoe. In my best
Ricky Ricardo impression I looked up at Janet and said'
"Oh Lucy, I'm hooome." And immediately went back to
sleep.
Mission accomplished.
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