The Canoe

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 pant suits, 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 short 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."

Sandi squeezed my cock in response and gave me one of the best blow jobs 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 jism. 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 detectable.

The rest of the day past without incident, except that during the morning the fondling and quick feels by the staff became a bit more insistent and frenzied. I was in an almost constant state of arousal the entire day, with the engorged head of my cock visible and on display below the cuff of my shorts. The campers didn't seem to mind, in fact, several of them started to copy the example of their older leaders and began fondling and feeling it whenever they happened to pass within arm's reach, or could find some excuse to sit and grind on my lap.

Janet watched this 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 soft way or another. It was particularly hard not to plow those tight cunts when they had you firmly in the grasp of their tiny hands and looked up at me with those delightfully smiling eyes and asked me the most mundane question imaginable. I was in heaven, 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 from me 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 loved these little sex games they were playing. It kept everything on a friendly level with everyone knowing what was going on, and no one got their feelings hurt.

I knew things were 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 on my cock. Some of them even began kissing and fondling each other they were getting serviced by me. I'm sure a lot of activity continued on after they left me 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.?"

"Oh, God, yes. 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 thinking of the picture of 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 was teasing, as she was laying directly on my rock hard cock. It must have been giving her a stomach ache 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, but I loved it. I'm going to learn how to relax like Julie told me and take that monster all the way up there. Do you mind?"

Did I mind? Offering me the finest ass I had ever fucked? Did she think I was crazy? Hell, no, I didn't mind. But I didn't want to appear too anxious.

"You're sure? I'd hate to hurt you again."

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?"

"Yesssssss. Can 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 its alive. God, I love this. And it doesn't hurt now."

She still hadn't moved. "Pull up a little and then slide back down." As she did, I slipped my hand under her and let her impale herself on my extended middle finger. 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 the 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 campers?"

"Hey none of those girls had ever seen a prick before, so I let them have their chance to see a real good one."

"Those were all virgins?" She giggled as my prick seemed to swell to twice its normal size in her ass.

"Well, they are for now. Who knows if they will be by the end of camp." She slid up and down a bit on my cock. "But before you get them, I have one more chore for you to take care of."

"Your cunt?," I asked, hopefully.

"That, too, but I didn't think that was a chore, you bastard!" She pummeled my chest with her tiny fists in mock anger. "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 blonde with high thrusting knockers. I had heard comments about a silicone job, but something didn't 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 friendly enough, cheerful, outgoing, well spoken. But not horney? 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 suggestions."

"You're all right with this?," I asked, still not believing my luck or this woman's attitude.

"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," 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 back pack. A canoe had already been loaded with food and a sleeping bag. 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 said nothing. In fact, she actually sounded cheerful and would have fooled me, but I had seen her eyes. We loaded the rest of our gear in and took off.

About a mile into the trip, we both bean to work up a sweat. We took a break and took off our sweatshirts, leaving 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 sun screen on her shoulders. Just as I touched her I felt a twitch or a shudder, as if she reflexively pulled away, but 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 sun screen 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 and a nice clearing. We pulled the boat up, unloaded our gear and set up a small camp. I had 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, stripped off her shorts and joined me in the water. Her suit was not meant for water and turned almost transparent, exposing her charms to anyone who would look. But I didn't. OK, I tried real hard not to, but would you be able to not look at a near 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 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. She was totally naked underneath. The string had long ago buried itself between her cunt lips and they were clearly visible as she jumped and splashed in the water.

It was one of the hardest things I ever did to not take her up on her blatant offer. Somehow, I knew I had to make her ask 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 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 suddenly it got dark. And wet. A sudden storm had blown in over the lake and was sitting right on top of us. The backpacks were waterproof and everything else but us and the towels were undercover, but we were getting soaked. We had just been in the water, but somehow this was wetter.

I went over to the canoe and called Diane. I tipped the canoe over and pushed her under it and then crawled in behind her. It was quite roomy, but there was no way we could lay there without touching. I spread the bench cushions on the ground and used the sleeping bag for a pillow. 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 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. 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.

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, also 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 the evidence of nipples showing 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. 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 had 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 was to instill in Diane 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 exploring her own body in the bath tub. Later, she had poured burning hot water, not quite scalding, over her vaginal area when she was older and had been caught diddling herself. She had been caught 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 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 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 this side of your life."

"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 we both think I may 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 like all kinds of sex. Including anal. But only 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."

We lay there a while. The rain still dripped on our roof, the canoe, but we could hear the sounds of the forest around us and the lapping of the waves on the beach a few feet from our spot. It was surprisingly warm in spite of the storm and we were both still in our bathing suits.

"Chris, would you kiss me?"

I leaned over 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. 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. She was 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."

I focused on her navel. She began to move, but microscopically. But it was movement.

"Lower. Suck my thingy."

"Your 'thingy'?," I asked her.

"My vagina and clitoris." She paused. "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 do it. Please?"

The last plea was done in such a voice I couldn't have refused. And I had no intention of refusing. 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 over 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 no response. 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. The first change came about 6:00 am. Suddenly, I got a reaction.

"Ooooooohhhhhh. God, Chris, look!"

I raised my head. "What happened?"

"My nipple popped up! God, it feels so good!"

An hour later the second nipple popped up. They were about an inch out from her 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 her 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 a 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, and it was a good two inches long or longer and about as thick. It took a little convincing on my part to myself that it wasn't a 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 buried it in to the hilt.

Nothing.

I had expected some reaction. But she didn't even sigh or anything. I looked at her and it looked like she was gritting her teeth.

"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 my attack on her mother. But then she smiled as she realized her teeth were clenched. Her face softened.

"It's so hard to let go."

"I know. 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 miss this?" 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."

She gave a short laugh. "You're a baaad boy, Mr. Mattson!" And then she started moving her hips 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 the six hours, she was 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 camp 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 on 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 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 and I realized that the sounds were coming from Diane. And that she had just about squeezed my prick off with that climax.

"Again, Chris. 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, Chris. It's getting late." She was energized from her orgasms and looked as fresh as when we had started out.

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 head way. 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 into the canoe at me. In my best Ricci Ricardo impression I looked up at Janet and said' "Oh Lucy, I'm hooome." And immediately went back to sleep.

Mission accomplished.