THE USUAL WARNINGS:  

This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you are offended by 
graphic sexual descriptions of natural and/or unnatural acts, or if you 
are underage, don't read any further.  Also kids, don't try this at home 
without adult supervision.

This story is a fantasy.  You have to loosen your clench on reality a 
little when you read it.  As is the case with most stories in this 
newsgroup, in this story all the women are beautiful; gravity has never 
touched their breasts nor wrinkles their unblemished faces; the men (the 
hero in this story, at least) are hung like bulls and can get it up and 
keep it up at will; there are no STDs, morals, or unwanted pregnancies; 
and guilt is a four letter word.  Most of all, strength of character 
doesn't stand a chance against any erotic stimulus, which can be as 
benign as a glance.  That being said, stick your tongue firmly in your 
cheek and enjoy.






















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.  Only 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 were 
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.  Some thing 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 is 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 ripped 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 to 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 not 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 fell 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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