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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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