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Canoe

By: nikki_2021



Dave took the call from his mate Phil. 

"Sorry Dave, there's a bit of a change to the camping plans. The girls' plans fell through and so they said that with nothing else to do, they wanted to come down to the lake with us."

"Damn, there goes the swearing drinking and fun," Dave laughed. He didn't really mind. He got along really well with Phil's wife May and knew that she'd be fine with them drinking and swearing as much as they wanted. As to their daughter, April, well he had mixed feelings about her coming along. On the plus side, she was hot; truly truly hot. On the other side, Dave knew that with a couple of drinks under his belt, he was likely to start flirting outrageously and in front of her parents that wasn't such a good idea. Through the quirks of fate, there was less years between Dave and April than there was between Dave and Phil, which in his mind made it more dangerous.

Phil had got May pregnant by accident early in their relationship and though they'd been teenage parents, they'd truly found love and managed to avoid the fate of so many others in their position and were still together 18 years later. 

Dave worked with Phil and despite Phil being 38 and Dave only being 26, they'd hit it off well enough and often went camping out by the lake together. 

"Hah, I don't think we'll have a huge problem," Phil laughed back down the phone. "Anyway, departure time is the same; we're still away at 5am so that we can get the best out of the long weekend. Of course, we'll probably have to dump April in the car still asleep given the times that she usually wakes up on the weekend. Shit, we're lucky if she's even back from partying by 5am to get out of bed!"

"No problem Phil, I'll even chuck in a couple of girly drinks for them so they don't bitch and moan too much," Dave laughed. 

On the day of departure, Phil drove past Dave's place to rendezvous before heading off to the lake. Dave laughed when he saw Phil's 4WD pull up in the drive way. It was absolutely packed to the roof. 

"What happened mate, looks like your camping gear has been breeding!" Phil raised his eyebrows and nodded his head at the passenger and back seats where May and April were sitting and shook his head. May grinned at Dave and wound the window down to say hello, knowing what was going on, whilst April sat with her head against the window, obviously asleep.

Dave went back and shut the door to the house and jumped in his ute. In contrast to Phil's car, the only thing that seemed to take up any room was the canoe that he had lashed to the custom built frame.

"Hope you found room for some grog in there," Dave said as he climbed behind the driver seat in the pre-dawn gloom.

"Ha, there's enough to at least get me through the first day," Phil replied. With that they backed out of the drive way and headed off out of town to the lake. 

On arrival, Dave climbed out of his ute and stretched, watching as Phil and family climbed out of their 4WD. His eyes were snared by the sight of April as she stepped down from the back seat, her shoulder length ash blonde hair messed about her head before she pulled it back with her hands. As her hands went back, she thrust her chest out and Dave eyed the sight of her firm breasts sticking out from her chest. Her stomach was flat, and her legs long and lithe.

Only with reluctance did Dave tear his gaze away as the sound of May's door opening brought him back to where he was. "Geez," he thought to himself, "I haven't even had a drink yet, this could be tough!"

"Not too early for you is it?" he called out to April as she turned in his direction. She smiled sheepily at him, her elfin features lighting up.

"Of course it is, its Saturday for god's sake, I'm not supposed to be up for HOURS!"

"Oh well, you can always sleep in tomorrow I guess," Dave responded. May laughed.

"If you tell her that, we won't see her until after lunch," she said, drawing a sneer from her daughter.

Phil came around from the other side of the car and tossed a beer to Dave. "Here this will help you with setting up," he called, twisting the top of his own.

"God Phil, its not even 10am!" May said, shaking her head.

"Its tradition!" Dave and Phil said together, before laughing heartily.

"Where's mine then?" April asked. 

"You ladies can help yourself, unless you intend to set up your own tent?"

"Not likely," April laughed, moving to seat herself on a nearby log.

Phil set about pulling gear from the back of his car and Dave moved to do the same, rolling his swag off the back and staking it out, tying off to a tree so that he'd have some head room in there. Moments later, he'd pulled the camping stove and cook gear out, put the esky in the shade and lifted down his canoe.

Turning to watch Phil, who was only part way through getting a tent up, he laughed heartily. "Need some help over there mate? I'm done."

"Yeah, get over here and do some real work you bastard," Phil laughed back.

Dave helped out and an hour later, the camp was all set, Phil and May having a tent to share with a smaller tent set apart for April. April was busy stashing her gear in her tent as the three older people perched themselves on chairs and relaxed for a while after the exertions of setting up.

After a thrown together lunch, April approached Dave and said, "So, this canoe, does it actually float? Or is it just so that you've got something to fall into when you're too drunk to manage the swag?"

"Very funny, of course it floats. It's rather good for catching fish too actually."

"Maybe you should take me for a paddle and show me just how well it does float then."

"Be happy to."

"Great, I'll just get changed into something a little more appropriate for canoeing then."

Dave watched as April disappeared into her tent, paying particular attention to the curves of her butt as the track pants she was wearing clung tightly to them.

He waited patiently until she reappeared and attempted to keep his mouth closed so that he avoided the desperate stare that was threatening to invade his face. As she climbed out of her tent he took in what constituted her change of attire. She'd swapped the track pants for a pair of cut-off denim shorts that barely contained her tight buttocks and a white t-shirt tied at the waist to reveal her taught, flat belly whilst at the same time accentuating her breasts.

"God, how can I survive time alone in a canoe with that?" he thought to himself. He grabbed the paddles and life jackets and threw them into the canoe before pulling it down to the water's edge. He heard April telling her parents that she and Dave were going for a ride in the canoe and not to expect them back for an hour or so.

"An hour or so?" Dave asked her as she approached the small dock on the edge of the lake where he was now sitting in the canoe, hanging onto a rope tied to the pier. "You must be intending to do a lot of paddling."

"Oh I don't paddle, Dave, that's your job, but if I'm going to enjoy the sun, there's no point doing it for five minutes." April dropped a couple of towels and a bottle of sunscreen into the canoe.

"Huh, well I guess that we'll see about that. Hop in." April climbled down the short wooden ladder into the canoe and Dave moved them back a bit, passing the rope to April. 

"Hold this," he said and climbed out of the canoe and up onto the short pier. He jogged up to where his ute was parked and grabbed a small toolkit and a kayak paddle from the back. He saw Phil, who motioned for him to come closer. 

"Do us a favour mate?"

"Sure what's that?" Dave asked.

"Make sure that you really are gone for at least an hour?" Dave laughed and winked at him and promised that he'd not be back for at least an hour, but no more than two so that there was a time frame in which they would be expected to return.

"And its probably best if you don't stay within sight of camp," Phil said, blushing.

"Mate, consider it done. Have fun and watch out for bugs." Phil laughed in turn and Dave turned back towards the canoe and pier where April was waiting for him.

"Right, if we're going to be away that long, I thought I'd throw in some tackle and if you're going to make me do all the paddling, it will be easier for me with this," he said, indicating the kayak paddle. "I'm sure the purists would shoot me for using it with a canoe, but I like it."

"I promise not to tell anyone," April laughed as Dave climbed down into the canoe again. 

Dave pushed them off from the pier and paddled them around the end of it, quickly taking them from the view of the camp site, his eyes struggling to see past the curve of April's hip as she sat with her back to him, looking forwards at where they were going, but turning regularly to peer pack in the direction of the camp.

Literally as soon as the camp site disappeared from view, April pulled at the tie of her t-shirt before lifting it up and over her head.

Dave stared as she stretched her lithe body upwards with the movement, the t-shirt disappearing to reveal the ties of a red halter-neck bikini to him. 

With her t-shirt off, she arranged the towels that she'd dropped into the canoe and and turned around, rocking the little boat alarmingly as she did so.

"Woah there, there's no point bringing towels if you tip them into the lake with us you know."

"Sorry about that, just trying to get comfortable."

"Well the traditional way to do that in a canoe is to face the way that you're going so that you can see if you're going to crash into something."

"Bugger tradition, I want to sun bake." And with that, she reached up behind her nick and released the ties of her bikini, pulling it down so that her firm breasts were revealed to the sun. Dave stared, forgetting to paddle, his mouth agape.

"What's the matter Dave, never seen breasts before? I thought you were a little more worldly than that?"

"Oh its not that I've never seen breasts, before, more that I didn't ever expect to see yours. What do you think your father would say if he knew you were out here topless in my canoe?"

"He'd go freaking bananas, which is why I waited until we were out of sight of the campsite. You don't mind do you?"

Dave's gaze took in April's magnificent breasts. They were full and firm and sat beautifully on April's chest, the nipples quite large and partially erect in the cool air. There was no sign of a tan line so apparently this wasn't a first for her. She was watching him appraisingly, waiting for his answer.

"We'll I guess I can live with it."

"Excellent, I thought you'd be cool." 

Dave grinned and kept paddling, his eyes flicking between where they were going and April's amazing body. As they continued, April shifted herself about and slid the tiny shorts off of her body, revealing the bottom half of her bikini. She reclined back against the front of the canoe and rested her head back, letting her knees drift apart to rest on either side. 

Dave hardly knew where to look. His cock was erect in his pants now as he was left staring down along April's gorgeous legs to the crotch of her bikini where his imagination attempted to provide a visual estimation of what was beneath the small patch of cloth that prevented him from actually seeing her pussy. Tearing his gaze up only brought him as far as her breasts and he swallowed before continuing to paddle and trying to watch where he was going.

He was just starting to think he would succeed when April sat up and produced some sunscreen which she dribbled over her breasts before rubbing it in. Mesmerised, he stared as the firm flesh was massaged beneath her hands, her nipples becoming erect as her fingers slipped over them.

"God I love being out in the sun," April said as she rubbed them.

"Wha?" Dave muttered, dragging his attention to her face and remembering to paddle again." April laughed at him.

"Gee Dave, are things getting a little uncomfortable for you?" She asked.

"Well, yeah, I mean, I can't necessarily control things when you do that in front of me you know."

"I noticed," April said, grinning and glancing down at his crotch.

"Geez April!' Dave said, acutely conscious of his erect state.

"Tell me Dave, have you ever cum in your canoe?"

"What?"

"Have you ever cum in here. You know, from having sex or masturbating?"

"Um no, I can't say that I have April." Dave replied trying to refocus on paddling.

"Has anyone?"

"Not to my knowledge," he answered.

"Kewl, then maybe I can be the first," April said, grinning as her hand slipped down over her glistening belly and slid beneath her bikini, her fingers clearly making their way down to touch her slit. 

Dave gave up paddling at this point and rested the kayak paddle across the canoe as he watched April's fingers dancing beneath the cloth of her swim suit. April was grinning at him and moaning as she worked her fingers between her pussy lips and stroked herself.

"Hmm I think these are just a hindrance," she said and to Dave's further amazement, she slid the bikini pants down her legs, careful of the small vessel's balance this time, until she was sitting naked in the canoe. 

Dave noted that this time, there were tan lines visible and commented on the fact.

"Well I can get away with topless enough to prevent them, but there's not too many places I get to expose my pussy," April grinned. Dave admired the tiny patch of trimmed hair and the smooth lips of her pussy. He wondered whether they were yet completely enflamed with her excitement. Before he had a moment to think about it, April's fingers were back at her pussy, one hand parting her lips so that she could work her clit with the other. 

"You know this would be easier if I had some visual stimulation," she said. "Why don't you free that poor thing and give it some air and attention. You might even beat me to being the first to cum in your canoe."

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"What do you think, I'm sitting here naked and fingering myself, would I have any reason not to mean it?"

"I guess not," Dave replied sheepishly.

"Well come on then! And while you're at it, take of the t-shirt so I can see your chest!"

Dave gave in, this was one of those once in a lifetime things that he decided he wasn't strong enough to turn down. He'd just have to face the consequences like a man. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and April took in the tight, sculpted pecs and the thin covering of hair that adorned them, along with his bulging biceps, glistening with a sheen of sweat from his exertions. Then he was sliding his shorts down his legs and her attention was diverted there.

His cock sprang free and April grinned as she took in the girth and length, pleased that there was ample of both. Dave smiled when she complemented him on the fact.

"Don't be shy, wank for me Dave," April said. Dave couldn't believe that his mate's daughter was turning out to be such a little vixen, but as he enjoyed the perfection of her body and the sight of her masturbating, he found that there was ample desire for him to join in. He took his cock in his fist and started working it up and down, the skin sliding back and forth over his shaft as he did so.

The two of them watched each other, their breathing slowly becoming more ragged as they worked towards their climaxes. Dave noted that there was a trickle of fluid now oozing from April's pussy as she worked her fingers around and around her clitoris and as precum seeped from the tip of his cock, he used it to lubricate his fist until it was sliding smoothly up and over the head of his cock and back down again. 

It was just enough to take him over the edge and he grunted noisily as his balls tensed and then released a spurt of thick white cum in an arc from the tip of his cock to fall to the bottom of the canoe. 

"Oh god that is so hot," April told him, fingering herself furiously. Second and third spurts followed and then April squealed with delight as she felt her own orgasm rip through her body.

Dave watched as she removed her hands and her pussy rhythmically contracted with the after-effects of her orgasm.

After a few moments, Dave picked up the paddle and lazily moved them about the lake, April reclining in the front of the canoe, still naked. Dave was surprised when, after another ten minutes of continued observation of April's perfection, he felt his cock begin to rise again. He tried to will it to go down, but another five minutes passed and he couldn't, so he just paddled around with an erection until April sat up for a few moments and noticed.

"Now that's what I like to see," she said, "Ready for more action!"

Dave checked his watch. They had twenty minutes before the agreed time that they'd be back at the campsite.

"Huh and here I was thinking that it was probably about time that I put it away. I've never been sunburned on the cock and I'm quite happy to pass through life not knowing just how painful it could be."

"Oh I don't think putting it away could be any fun," April replied and started shifting her position in the canoe. "At least, not until we've done something about the state of it. I would hate to see such a beautiful erection go to waste."

"Oh that's ok, it wouldn't be the first one to be unattended and it sure won't be the last," Dave replied.

By now April had sat up again in the canoe and managed to get onto her knees in front of Dave, bringing her wonderful breasts just that much closer to him. They glistened slightly with a combination of sunscreen and sweat and he felt his cock twitch as he took in Aprils' nipples at closer quarters.

"Ahh but you see all those others obviously happened without me here. Now move that paddle aside and let me have some fun."

"er what?" Dave said, surprised as April reached out, her arm passing beneath the bar of the kayak paddle with one hand to grab his cock.

With his cock firmly grasped in her right hand, April pumped slowly up and down his cock a couple of times as she told him, "I need you to get your paddle out the way so that I can suck your cock."

Dave looked down at April's hand as it encircled the girth of his shaft and moved slowly up and down. Then he looked past her breasts to her face. She was so amazingly beautiful that he decided there was no way he could paddle back now and leave himself wondering what if. He puddled the paddle into the canoe and cleared the way for April who leaned forward and ran her tongue along the underside of his cock above where she held him with her hand. He leaned back to give her better access and watched as her thin lips passed over the head of his cock and down along the shaft. 

April's head bobbed up and down on Dave's shaft as he watched, thrilled by the sensation of her sucking on his cock. Her tongue flicked out and licked at the slit in the top or swirled around the head of it occasionally as she caught her breath. April grasped Dave's balls in her hand and gently fondled them and Dave attempted to spread his legs wider as April's mouth descended even further down the shaft of his stiff cock.

Dave was amazed at the expertise with April applied herself to his cock and commented on the fact as she worked him over.

"Well its not like this is the first time I've done it," she told him, blushing, "its just the first time that I've ever been ale to put myself in a position where you're on the receiving end."

"And I must say that I am glad that you have," Dave said before grunting as April plunged her mouth down his shaft whilst fondling his balls with one hand. Dave shut up for a few moments as he realised that he was about to blow his load and just concentrated on the sensations that were coursing outward through his body from his cock.

And then he came, his cock pulsing and shooting his cum into April's mouth. April accepted his sperm as his cock pulsed a couple more times, emptying itself. As he subsided, he watched April give him a messy grin before leaning over the canoe and spitting his sperm into the water. 


Canoe Camping



I started canoe camping before puberty, but after puberty I tended to imagine that any male-female couple I saw camping must be having sex in their tent. A reasonable conclusion (although when I got older it was not very true for me and my wife).

One day I was exploring a small island on which I had camped with some other guys, and discovered that a couple had camped on the other side of the island, which was probably only a couple of hundred yards diameter, but had dense woods with few paths.

Being somewhat of a voyeur, I was hoping to see some sexual contact. The male seemed to be ignoring the woman, who was middle aged but not flabby- a ponytail and nice tits in a T shirt and short shorts with wide legs. Nice rear end also. She was being very attentive to him, offering kisses and even grabbing at his crotch once- but he was gathering his fishing gear and finally got in the one canoe, and paddled away.

I considered watching more, but instead I just blundered into their campsite- as if I had been exploring the island (which was true) and had just arrived at her campsite (not true).

I gave an alert, "OH!" ... "sorry, I didn't know anyone else was camping on this island- my friends and I are on the other side."

I was probably going to blunder back into the woods, but she quickly asked if I wanted some coffee. "Sure! we usually have a cold breakfast, no fire- coffee would be GREAT."

I was 18 at the time and a freshman in college. She had to be over 30, but had all the parts of a woman and was actually very pretty even without makeup.

I accepted the mug and she poured the coffee- then made a very slow effort placing the pot near the fire, with her butt toward me (and not that far away). I imagined I could smell her pussy, and actually the leg holes of her shorts were big, and I imagined I could see some pussy hairs hanging down when she bent over- what I could not see was any panties!

I had NO idea how to propose sex to this woman, but the coffee was really good and so I started talking about different lakes we had been to. She started talking about how her husband had left her to go fishing, even though they had been fishing the day before and caught nothing.

I asked how she liked sleeping on the ground, and she explained that they had a really good air mattress that filled their small tent- so the ground was not a factor. I explained that I had never used an air mattress- and she offered to let me "try it out".

As I started into their small tent, she suggested I take off my boots so I didn't get dirt in the tent. As I kneeled, my knees did touch down to the ground when they compressed the air mattress - and she explained that I needed to spread out to prevent contact- and once I did that (and agreed that it was really comfortable- she explained that it was inflated for two people- and she hopped onto the air mattress next to me.

"What happens if your roll together?" I asked. "I have never slept in a bed with someone else, much less on an air mattress."

"Oh..." she explained.. and laughed... "the air mattress is soft for sleeping, but for sex, it is not like a bed at all. Let me show you."

WOW! I was wondering how to bring up the sex idea, and she was way ahead of me. Of course she knew I was interested, because I already had a hard-on from when she had bent over in front of me!

She undid my shorts, and slipped them down and was sucking my cock before I could say anything, but what would I have said?

"Have you ever had a girl do that before?" she asked.

"No, but I certainly like it. I don't want to make a mess though."

... was the way I put it.

"Why don't you go ahead and make a mess in my mouth!" she suggested, "and then you can help me with something for a while before you get too excited again- I understand what it is like to be a young man."

She started sucking and licking again, and it didn't take more than a minute before I had come in her mouth- and she swallowed it all. Then had her shorts off, and moved up so her pussy was in my face. It smelled really sexy, and although I was not sure what I was supposed to do- she was way ahead of me and suggested EXACTLY what she wanted me to do, and while I was doing it she commended me. She also described what she knew other women liked and had me try that (but she liked exactly what I had been doing first and told me to return to that). She really did seem to be enjoying it- then suggested that she could lie down- and when she did she flopped her legs far apart and pulled up her knees- "put a finger then two in me while you are licking like you just did, OK?"

Easy enough, but even though it had only been 5 minutes, I was already getting another erection.

She was watching, and encouraged my cock with her hand... and commented what a nice thick cock I had.

"Would you like to learn some sex positions?"

"Sure!"

So she instructed me to move up and "put it in where your fingers were". She gave detailed instructions of how to tease her pussy with the tip of my cock. Of course I assumed that she would not have any disease and had protection from pregnancy- typical stupid horny guy assumption!!

It felt amazing to be in her cunt and eventually to slide it all the way in- she sort of groaned when I got it all the way in- and explained she could feel me pushing her cervix around. I had no idea what that was, but asked if I should stop or back up some- "NO! just do exactly what you are doing".

After a minute, she said, "Time for another position before you get too excited."

I pulled out and she turned on her side and eventually got me in position to enter her from behind sideways- it was less embarrassing for me because she had been staring me right in the eyes while I was fucking her on her back.

In about a minute she must have known from my increasing pace that I was about to come- because she sort of pushed me back and said- "I think you will really enjoy coming in doggy position".

She got on her knees but not on her hands, her chest was right down on the air mattress- "See if you can guess what you do?" she laughed. And I was between her knees- she had long legs and spread them so her cunt was right at the level of my cock- and I slipped it in the same way she had taught me when she was on her back- teasing and a little- and out and back in more- until she became impatient and commanded, "get it all in there- I need to be fucked now."

I started humping hard and was surprised that she came before I did, but not by much. Damn that was so much fun... it felt so good... that I was wishing I could be doing it again even though I had just finished.

I collapsed next to her and she started kissing me- and moved my hand to between her legs- I was busy trying to learn how to kiss (by matching everything she did to me) and remembering to keep my fingers moving on her pussy- she really wanted my fingers above her cunt where she had showed me to lick, not in it so much- but I found a way to do both that she really enjoyed- and she came again while we were kissing.

And again! I didn't get hard again fast enough to fuck her again - because we heard a sound of a canoe hitting the shore.

I was really SCARED, even panicky, but she was calm and said I could make it into the woods before her husband noticed anything, and he would think she had been masturbating.

So I grabbed my shoes and snuck into the woods, staying low. I don't even remember her name! Carol maybe. or Carolyn. I didn't know any girls with her name, that part I remember.

I got my shoes on, and was thinking I should go back and pretend to be there for the first time- so I could get her name. But I chickened out and was walking back to my camp when I thought I should try to do it as much as she would let me do it. She seemed to have a totally good time so why not?

I realized that I might not get another chance- and my fear of her husband had worn off now that he could not find me with her in the tent. So I turned around and walked back. When I was in sight, I hailed "Good Morning, I didn't know anyone else was camping on the island. Sorry to bother you."

Before I could turn around, her husband asked if I would like some coffee, they still had some. So I went and sat down and met her husband, then she came out of the tent and I "met" her (Karen).

I was thinking how clever I was when her husband mentioned that they had seen us camped on the other side of the island, and he smiled and mentioned that he really appreciated my efforts- he had hoped at least one of "you handsome healthy young hunks would find my wife and service her."

HUH?!! They both started laughing, and she told him- "He came twice in less than 10 minutes! Once in my mouth and once in my pussy. I came about 4 times! He has a hell of a lot more energy than you do, Honey, but I love ONLY YOU."

Turns out that her husband could not keep up with her libido- and thought it was A-OK for her to fuck with other guys as long as she did not "cheat" on him by fucking guys without his knowing it.

I didn't know what to think, but realized that my plan to keep fucking her was now a lot more likely, and entirely without risk of getting killed by the husband. So I obtained contact info, and they were very happy to provide it because they lived in a small town about 20 miles from where I was going to school, and Henry did not want to have local guys fucking her. My ability to drive over and fuck her at least twice a week turned out to be a great service for them both (and they even paid for my gasoline! and provided food etc.)

Of course it was not really work for me.

I learned a lot from Karen, but my self-confidence increased so rapidly that I became successful with girls my own age once I knew they might enjoy sex (and knew how to let them enjoy it!). I eventually cut back to visiting her only once a week, then I missed a week because I was fucking two girls from school. She was a little upset, and called to find out if I was sick or something. I said I was "busy"... but she must have known that it would not go on forever?

I suppose I should not have been surprised when she asked if I would send over one or more of my friends to visit her, if they were as good looking and horny as I was. Two at the same time is perfectly OK, she added- but not if they are shy.

She added, "I like to have people watch me get fucked- you may not have realized that? The mirror in my bedroom is a one-way mirror like the cops have, and we have great videos of you fucking me, so please try to control what you say about me to others, OK?"

I was upset but strangely not worried that they would cause me trouble- like posting video on the internet. So far all she had caused me was more and more pleasure, and it seemed that she was willing to replace me with another young guy who would please her- so I really did not have anything to worry about. Plus it was a valuable lesson in more ways than one- you can't trust horny women- because you don't really know what they are going to do with you or to you, when it suits them. Maybe that is simply true of all women, more likely it is true of ALL PEOPLE??



Canoe Trip



I was anything but a tomboy while I was growing up. I was all girl and all female. Several of my close friends and I were really miffed that the girl scouts would only let us do girl things while the boy scouts let our male counterparts have a lot of fun. After I was in my second year of college, I joined a sorority that was the opposite of what sororities normally are. We did not wear frilly dresses or skirts, and have fancy dances. We were into what is now called extreme sports. 

I have made at least fifteen freefall parachute jumps, gone down several rivers in both canoes and rubber boats. I love to ski both downhill and water. Rock climbing and bungee jumping was not popular back when I was in school. But boys were.

I went to a Midwestern school where we had beautiful rivers and the Ozark Plateau to play around on. My sorority and a guys fraternity were faithful partners in what was then called co-ed activities. We used to pair off a lot. Greg was my normal partner in just about everything. Greg was two years older than I was and was a normal kind of guy. He was not a big strapping he-man football player type. If he had to do a sport it would have been tennis. Or golf. 

Greg and I hit it off really well from the start. We met at the first event of the year when I first started out. It was a swimming and planning party. We had the pool to ourselves because everyone else in school was at the football game. As an initiation, all the new people (both boys and girls) had to pass a swimming test. It was really an easy one, just swim fifteen laps of the pool. I could do this in my sleep. I did distance swimming in high school.

One of the older girls told most of us that if it looked like we were having trouble in the water, one of the guys would jump in and “rescue” us. We were told that this should happen after the 12th lap. That way they could “help” us swim the last part of the test. Well, most of us could read between the lines and knew this was how we were going to partner up.

Before the test I had seen Greg chatting with a couple of the other guys, drinking a soda, eyeing the new girls. The rest of the guys were drinking beer. Greg saw me eyeing him and when he looked at me I smiled at him and turned away. (I really was shy with guys back then. Up to that time I had only dated one guy.) Time for the test came and I jumped into the water and started to swim. I took it easy because I was not really feeling my best just then. To put it bluntly, It was the wrong time of the month for me. Normally I would never swim during that time. Today I had to if I wanted to make the canoe trip the next weekend.

Everything went well for the first ten laps. Then I started to have cramps. I doubled up a couple times, but it was nothing serious. I was not afraid to be in the water with cramps. I learned in Water Safety Instructor and Scuba class how to deal with it, and not panic. Greg had been keeping his eye on me. I didn’t know it, but the guys had already discussed with the older girls who to partner with and Greg had already chosen me for this trip. He was going to valiantly jump into the water and rescue me in two more laps. 

I made it to the end of the twelfth lap, but I had started to cramp up in my left calf now. As I was in the middle of the pool, it went really bad and I had to scream because the pain was so bad. I gulped in some air and went under the water and was holding tight to my leg when Greg came up. Instead of coming up to me and offering to help me, Greg saw I was in real pain and came up and rolled me over in the water so my face was up.

“Hey girl, I have you. I know you are in pain. Just hold on and I will get you out of the water. You’re going to be fine,” he told me in a calm voice. All I could do was nod my head that I understood him. Greg towed me to the side and got help from a couple of the other guys to pull me out. I was still doubled over in pain. I had never been so embarrassed in my whole life. I wanted to die. I just lay on my side and prayed for the pain to go away, which it finally did.

I had presumed that no one would want to partner up with me after that. I was wrong. Greg put in a “bid” on me and claimed “rescuer’s rights.” After all, when a guy rescues a damsel in distress, he expects to be properly rewarded. Don’t you read fairytales! They tell you how to reward him.

I rode out to the place we were going to be camping with Greg and we got to know each other a little better. I was a lot more at ease with him when we were alone. Greg wanted to be a chemical engineer. He was from Oklahoma and worked in the oil fields during the summers. He planned on moving up North to Alaska when he finished school and already had a job with a large oil company. He worked summers for them and they told him they would put him to work the day after he graduated from college. Greg was into everything. He was the one that talked me into jumping out of an airplane the first time. 

We got down to the campsite at Blue Springs, met the group, and loaded the canoes up. It was great. The sun was beating down on us. I had on a floppy hat, a yellow halter top and cutoff’s that stopped just above my knees. I would just wear a brief two piece swim suit when we were around camp, but I got my thighs sunburned once before and knew the pain that caused. Greg looked at me and smiled.

We headed out. I was in the front seat with Greg in the back steering. We floated down the river at a gradual pace. This part of the river has about four minor sets of rapids. After we shot those, we coasted for a while.

We got into several water fights with other canoes. We got wet a bunch of times, and were swamped twice. Greg swamped three other canoes. (All our gear was lashed to the canoe in water proof containers, and wrapped in a tent.) This was the most fun I had in a long time. I wished I had found this group my first year in school, only I went to a school near my home for my first year. 

I was having the time of my life. Greg and I were working out well as a team. I wondered how well Greg would be at another sport. I was going to find out sooner than I dreamed possible. Much sooner.

Greg pulled us over on a sandy beach and I pulled out our picnic lunch. We went to a shady spot under a big tree, ate, and just talked. After we finished eating, we both took little walks into the brush. Guys have it all over girls in that. 

Just as we were getting ready to leave again, I saw Greg had a spider on the back of his butt. It wasn’t a big one, but . . . I never liked spiders. I reached over and brushed it off with my hand. Greg did not know why I did that, and I guess he thought I was playing with his butt. 

As I started to explain about the spider, he grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him. Here I am in his arms, looking up into his eyes, and I did the only sensible thing a girl could do. I threw my arms around his neck, pulled him close, tilted my head to the side, opened my mouth, and closed my eyes—and waited. Greg took it from there and did the rest.

We were standing in the sand next to our canoe, kissing. Several other canoes went by us on the river and I heard catcalls and whoops from some of the other guys. Some of them were not from our group. I couldn’t have cared less at that time. 

My God how Greg could kiss! His kiss took my breath away! He pulled me closer and let his hands roam all over my back. Then I felt them go down to my butt. Greg cupped both of my ass cheeks and started to squeeze them and spread them apart. 

I was getting so turned on by this point, I didn’t care we were standing next to a busy river with all kinds of people floating by, watching us. I pressed my chest and abdomen up to him. I wanted to get closer to him still, but our clothes were in the way. Shelia told me later that I had my foot up in the air behind me and it looked like we were actors in a romantic movie’s main love scene.

Greg finally broke the kiss and held me back away from him. I was breathing hard and I’m sure he could see the lust in my eyes. I expected him to tell me we had to wait until later that night, but he didn’t. He just went over to the canoe and pulled all our gear out of it. He told me to help him move it over behind a tree, which I did. Then he took a blanket and we walked up a path to where we were out of view of the river. Greg took the two canoe paddles and stuck them in the sand one over the other in the shape of an “ X “across the path.

“Dusti, have you ever carried a canoe before?” Greg asked me. “Just once,” I replied. I still had no idea what was going on. “Then I’ll show you. Push it over on its side, like this . . .” We carried the canoe on our shoulders in the same way we would to carry it over an obstruction in the river. Only we set it next to the blanket, with the back of the canoe facing the river.

“Okay, Dusti. Lay down on the blanket,” Greg told me. I did. Then he lay next to me. Greg pulled me into his arms again and kissed me. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back. Greg rolled me over on my back and lifted my arms up over my head. He held my hands together in one of his hands.

“What are you doing?” I asked, surprised. Greg smiled down on me and pulled the strap of my halter top off my shoulder, and down my arm. Then he reached for the other one.

“I’m claiming my reward for rescuing you in the swimming pool,” Greg said. “What if some one else comes along?” I asked in near panic. I did not want to get caught.

“They won’t come up here. That’s why I put the paddles the way I did. Universal sign. Danger ahead! For our group, it means Girl Getting Laid,” Greg said with a smile.

Now Greg was reaching behind me to unsnap my halter top. I started to resist him and was going to buck him off me. He stopped instantly and let my hands go. He looked down at me in astonishment.

“Dusti, I’m sorry! I thought you didn’t mind. Honestly! I didn’t . . .” He said as he started to get up.

“I don’t mind. You surprised me was all. And I thought I was supposed to put up token resistance,” I told him. Then I reached up and pulled my halter top off, and threw it aside. Greg just kneeled there next to me. I reached up and pulled him back down on top of me. Then I rolled him over to where I was on top of him and started to kiss his neck.

Greg reached up and fondled my tits, which were hanging right over him, and then rolled me back over again. Now he was on top of me, again.

“I get to be on top!” He said. Then he lowered his head down and started to lick my left nipple. My left nipple is my hot button. Suck on it or lick it or squeeze my left nipple and you own me. I just started to groan and reached up and ran my hands to the outside of his arms and grabbed onto his shoulders. I threw my head back and surrendered myself to him.

Greg pulled my cutoffs and panties off with one big pull. Then he pulled his own off and we were both naked on the blanket. Greg’s cock was about 6 inches long. It was not as large as my former boyfriends, but Greg knew how to use his to a much greater effect than my old boyfriend did. At least on me, in any case.

Greg straddled my chest and put his now hard cock right between my breasts. He took my hands and placed them on the outside of my breasts. 

“Push them together,” he told me. I did so. My old boyfriend had never done this before. I didn’t know what was going on at first. “Push harder!”

Greg started to fuck my tits with his cock. God, how good that felt! Then he scooted up so that his cock ended up near my mouth each time he thrust his hips forward. I didn’t need to be told what to do then. I reached down with my tongue and licked the head of his cock as it came up. Then he scooted up some more and I was able to take the head of his cock into my mouth. I sucked on his cock and licked around the head of it as he fucked my tits. I could feel his cock sliding between my breasts. I had never felt anything like that before.

“God Dusti, I’m going to cum!” Greg said after a few minutes of this. He tried to climb off me, only I bit down on his cock when he did and he froze in panic. I sucked harder on his cock and he came in my mouth for all he was worth. When he started to cum he pressed his cock deep into my mouth.

I let go of my tits and grabbed his ass and pulled his cock deeper in my mouth. I drank in all his cum I could, but there was so much some of it spilled out and ran down my lips and chin. It spilled onto my chest and even on my tits. It seemed like he sent gallons of cum to me that afternoon. It had been some time since I had fucked a man. God how I loved the taste of Greg’s cum and his cock.

When Greg was finished cumming, I let go of his ass and pushed him over. Then I sat up, swung my legs around, and placed my legs over his shoulders. 

“Start eating me, now,” I told him, pointing to my hot wet pussy. Greg pulled me closer and started to eat my pussy out. I was wet and wanting by that time. I had cum at least once while I was sucking his cock. It may have been more than once for all I can remember. Just before I came again, Greg got all hard again. I had been pumping his cock with my hand ever since he started eating my box out. 

“Fuck me, Greg. Fuck me until you cum deep inside me! I want to feel your hot cum shoot deep inside my pussy, Greg!” 

Greg knelt down between my legs and pulled my ankles over his shoulders. He stuck his hard cock between my legs and pushed down until he found my hole and slammed deep inside me with one big thrust. 

“Oh God YES!” I cried. “Fuck me Greg! Fuck ME!” I told him over and over again. “Don’t Stop! Don’t Stop!” Greg keep pumping deeper and deeper into me. I thought he was drilling for oil at first. I loved every second of it. He got my love juice instead of oil that afternoon. I hoped he was happy with it!

Finally, with one huge final thrust, Greg pushed deep into me and gushed his hot cum deep inside my love canal. After all his cum came out, Greg collapsed next to me on the blanket. I reached over and hugged him. Then I chastely kissed him on his cheek.

“Thank you for rescuing me, my handsome Knight,” I told him.

“If that is what I get for pulling you out of the pool, what do I get for slaying a dragon?” Greg asked. 

“Then you have to marry me,” I told him. Then I could see his reaction to his realization that he just came deep inside me. I could read his “What if she gets pregnant” thought. At least that is what I thought he reacted too. I found out later it was something else I said.

“Relax, my handsome knight. I’ve been on the pill for over a year. I’m safe for you to cum in,” I told him with a smile, as I bent over his face. “Again and again and again,” I said kissing him deeply on his lips.

We packed up and got back on the river. For some reason, we were the last ones that made it where we were going to camp out that night. Greg went to Sheila (the girls chaperone) and told her that we were going to sleep together. Sheila knew why we were late. She and her partner were the last ones down the river. They both saw and knew what the crossed paddles meant. Counting heads later told them who. 

She only looked at me with the unasked question in her eyes, and I nodded. She said fine. There were three tents of guys and two of girls that stayed that way. I was not the only new girl that slept with her new partner that night. Nevertheless, I bet none of them had as good a time as I did that weekend.

Greg and I stayed together partnered until he graduated. I went to his graduation and gave him the proper goodbye send off gift. (Me, of course!) By then, we had become like an old married couple. We knew what each other liked and willingly gave it to them. Greg loved to lick me between my toes. I like to . . . I think you know by now.

I saw Greg off and on until I graduated from college. I was into some other guys by then and I think (hope) he found a backwoods girl whose toes he could lick between up in Alaska. I know he will make her as happy and content as he made me during those two years. 

I think Greg knows if he had asked me to come up with him what I would have told him. He froze solid whenever a girl hinted the word “marriage” around him. I had to drag him to the two weddings we attended from others in our group. Greg, if you read this, call me! You know how to find me. 



Canoe Trip



 This is actually a true story that I wanted to share because it's one of the horniest experiences in my life. I swear to God this story is true...

 Nixiewolf

Nixie (real name withheld) is a friend of mine who liked my erotic stories. She always wanted to share her wild experience, so I told her that if she wrote down what she could remember I'd turn it into a story for her. After three rewrites, her editing and adding comments, we were both finally had the story complete. I asked her for permission to publish it and she agreed as long as she got to use a pseudonym. Happy to oblige for a good story, here it is...

 Seth

*

I was 18 and living in Idaho. We don't have a big college — just a small community college — but it does bring in some nice looking guys who enjoy the Snake River Canyon a lot. It's a place where you can check out the twin falls that flow over a large drop, go golfing, swimming, canoing, spelunking, high jumping off cliff walls... You name it... If it's adventure you want, Idaho is a great place to go to college. (Though, I must confess, I never did go to that college.)

Anyway, Jenny and I used to go into the canyon every spring/summer that came. The older we got, the farther we traveled up river to explore. Eventually, we got a single canoe for like a hundred bucks and found ourselves finding rapids and hot springs. The first rapids, we just climbed out and carried the canoe up the rock sides and around them. Sometimes, especially on the way back, we'd just ride them down. Other times, we traveled even farther up to the hot springs.

The hot springs were like a treasure. I mean, no shit — we were totally alone, no one to see us, and so we could do things that nobody could see. Our favorite thing to do was build a bit of a sauna. Since the hot springs were too hot, we made a conduit with rocks, which would push the cold water into the spring, cooling it off. Then we'd take off all our clothes, splash around and sun-bathe. We'd talk for half a day before we'd have to start back for home.

Well, I know what you're thinking: two girls, skinny dipping, yah-yah-yah... While I wondered about having sex with girls, I didn't go that far yet. I mean, don't get me wrong. I checked Jen out a few times. She was a hottie!! I could see where guys could get jealous of me, sitting there, catching glimpses of her pussy. The truth is, I don't think Jen was into girls. I knew she liked guys, though. The next experience taught me that for sure.

One time, early July, we were heading for our favorite springs, but Jenny heard noises. We both put the canoe down and crept up some rocks, hiding ourselves behind them, finding naked boys stealing our spot. They were throwing mud at each other (typical), jumping in the water to escape and one was sunning on our beach! We'd find out that these three guys were from the college, exploring here for the first time, but then we didn't care. When we saw them, we figured our spot was lost forever. Distraught, we almost turned around and went home.

But then, Jenny said the wildest thing: "Let's scare them off. I mean, imagine their faces when they notice that they've been caught by a couple girls!" We giggled. (That shit was funny.) I decided to agree.

We decided to just walk up, saying: "Hey! What are you guys doing?!" Jenny said we should say it really mean like, like we're disgusted. "They'll never come back."

Really, I don't know how it came to be my job to be the one who said anything, but when we got close enough the guys called to each other and covered their groins as fast as they could. My mouth opened to say something, but I realized that the guy who was sun-bathing couldn't quit hide all of his "stuff." It was growing to his embarrassment and I just couldn't do it to him. I looked at Jenny, thinking that she'd say something, but her face was fixed on the abs of another guy.

"Hi," Jenny said, finally. "Th-This is our spot." Her voice came off as a shy little girl and I can see why one guy removed his hands from his penis. He wasn't afraid of us anymore.

"You guys could join us," he said with a smile. I'll call smiley Jack, the guy who actually dared to take his hands away from his dick. The guy, who was the only blond guy, I'll call Sam. This guy's dick was already hard and big — hiding it was a joke. The third, the shorter guy, I'll call Hamlet. (Seriously, I didn't catch any of their names. And Hamlet reminded me of Shakespear because he was a bit bookish looking.)

Jack was already looking us over when I decided to get brave and said, "Okay." I began to strip and the guys watched me. Jenny watched for a second and began stripping, looking up at the guys. She added: "But don't expect anything."

Free of our clothes, we jumped into the water and started swimming. (I could feel their eyes on our backsides, let me tell you!) We turned around to watch the guys jump in after us. Needless to say, there was a lot of splashing each other and pushing guys away, laughing as they tried so hard to grope us. I was so excited that I could feel my pussy buzzing and I knew Jenny was having just as much fun. When they showed off their cocks, I got as much as an eyeful as I could. They all got hard and I loved watching them run, their cocks and balls bouncing up and down as they went. I wondered, too, if they were getting blue balls. I didn't know much about it, but I figured that having hard-ons as long as they did had to hurt.

After a while, when I was pretty sure nobody would notice, I did pet my soft vulva underneath the water.

I was guessing the guys got their eyefuls, too. They dived under a lot and swam by us, trying to pinch our asses. The water wasn't crystal clear, but it was clear enough.

After about two hours, we couldn't take it anymore. Our pussies were so ready for cock, we began to lose control (I know, Bad Girls!) — we began grabbing at their cocks. They let us, of course, happy that they were getting some attention. I grabbed Jack's cock and started rubbing it under the water. Jenny started doing this to Hamlet. Sam, sunbathing on the beach, watched and started jerking on his red hunk of meat. I watched him, jerking Jack off, feeling Jack's hand slide over my ass cheeks, his fingers slipping into my pussy. It was great, feeling his hands spread my cheeks underwater and slip his fingers in and out of my pussy...) I began to push against his jamming fingers as his cock, hard and pulsing in my hands, easily thrusted back and forth.

I lead him to the beach by his hard-on, wanting to see it all hard and pulsing. I put it in my mouth and sucked on his head. I licked his dick up and down and licked his balls until he was moaning. I then jerked like mad, looking back at Jenny, who was actaully watching me suck this guy off! It must have been too much for Jack: his seed began to jump out of his cock, landing on his chest, stomach and on my knee. When I looked up Sam was cumming, too.

Jenny, at this point, was going farther than me. She was still underwater, legs wrapped around Hamlet's waist and bouncing on his cock in the water. She was a loud girl, let me tell you!

Well, I couldn't have that! Even though Jack was going flacid, I decided to suck and lick it until his cock was hard again. I think it took less than a minute! His cock looked so hard and good again, I decided to turn around, getting on all fours, and tell him, "Eat my pussy!"

It didn't take long to have his face stuffed in my ass, tongue lolling hot in my slippery cunt-lips. I swear to God, I was cumming faster than I expected. He knew I came, too, because I practically beat his face with my ass! (LOL)

ANYWAY! Jenny had orgasmed, so she was sucking him off. I watched them as Jack mounted me from behind and started humping me. I didn't cum this time, but Jack couldn't hold off. After a about a minute of feeling his balls slap against my puss, he jammed it in one last time and was spurting inside me. I guess I could have, too, but I was interested in seeing Jenny actually jerk on Hamlet's cock, his head stuck in her mouth, showing off some major stamina! Suddenly, she gagged and cum began to squirt out the side of her lips, but she was able to swallow the mouthful. I was so impressed, I told myself I'd try that sometime as she looked over at me, cum dripping from her lips and chin. (And, not to mention, I saw the cum that was on Hamlet's dick, dripping! BEAUTIFUL!)

We left soon after. It was getting late. We said bye and never went back to that spot for a long time. The last thing we wanted was guys thinking that all they had to do is go to "paradise" to get a piece of ass. This was a one-time-deal for us, you know. At least, us and those guys.

Peace & Love,

Nix



Canoe Trip



Ted and I had planned on getting married a year earlier, but circumstances changed and we had been living together instead. We both full intended on tying the knot, but it never seemed like the right time. My new job was challenging and I had one primary colleague, Michael a civil engineer who just graduated from A&M. The first time I met Michael I immediately realized he had a crush on Me. I didn't think much of it, mentioning it idly to Ted and he occasional teased me about it. My best friend from college, Trisha, had just moved to Houston a month earlier and I decided to set her up with Michael. Our first date was a canoe/camping outing at the National Park. We had rented the canoes, bought tents and were all ready to go when Trisha called an hour before we were set to leave with news that her boss was making her come in for an emergency meeting the next morning. She tried to get out of the meeting, but couldn't. 

When I hung up the phone I looked at Ted and Michael who were loading the car and told them the news. The three of us exchanged disappointed looks and Ted began to suggest that we postpone the trip, but Michael jumped in before Ted could finish and suggested that we should go. He looked straight at me as he explained that we had already paid and that we were already packed to go. Ted began to argue when I turned my head without taking my eyes off of Michael suggesting that I didn't mind going without Trisha. Ted, outvoted it seemed, relented and we made our way to the National Park. When we go there the outfitter suggested the three of us share a canoe. I climbed in the front, Ted got the rear and Michael sat in the middle. It wasn't long before Ted steered us into a tree and capsized the boat. Michael took over for Ted, who seemed satisfied sitting the middle of the boat drinking beer from the cooler we brought. 

By the time we reached the campsite Michael and I were exhausted and Ted was basically drunk. It was after six by the time we had erected our tents and I decided to take a shower while Ted laid down for a nap while Michael began cooking the hamburgers. Michael had the burgers ready by the time I made it back from the shower area. Ted was out cold in the tent. I opened a bottle of wine and settled into a chair by the fire. It didn't take us long to finish the first bottle off and by the end of the second bottle I must have passed out because the next thing I could remember was waking up in the tent just after six in the morning. 

It took me a few minutes to realize I was naked and shortly thereafter to look over and see Michael laying next to me. I jumped up in the tent only to realize my head was spinning and pounding at the same time. I found my clothes and struggled to put them on when I realized my vagina was sore, as I sat on the chair I looked down and saw semen leaking out of me. I literally felt sick and as soon as my pants were on, ran to the shower. 

Standing under the shower I desperately tried to remember what happened the night before. After a while I sat on the floor of the shower and with my head in my hands began to cry. It took me an hour to make my way back to the camp where I found Ted starting breakfast. I could hardly look at him as I when into our tent to change. When I finally came out for breakfast Michael was acting completely normal, as if nothing had happened. Perhaps he didn't remember either. 

I began praying that it was all a bad dream and that it would simply go away. We drove home in relative peace and the subject never came up and Michael didn't give me the slightest hint anything had happened. That night Ted wanted to make love, but I just couldn't do it and claimed I had a headache. After I rejected him I felt even worse. Laying in bed next to him I rubbed my vagina softly, it was still sore from the night before. I couldn't imagine why I had fucked Michael. 

On Monday morning Michael and I were working on a project plan that had to be ready on Friday when he said, "I really enjoyed our trip, I hope you feel the same way." 

I looked at him trying to figure out what he meant. The way he was smiling I knew what he meant. Looking down at the table as I said, "I am not sure what happened, because I can't remember anything after we finished the second bottle of wine or before I woke up lying next to you. The truth is, I don't want to know what happened and it can't happen again, I love Ted." When I was done I looked up and waited for a response.

Michael looked hurt as he said, "Can't remember? Are you kidding me? It was amazing, you were amazing. I can't believe you don't remember anything!" Our manager walked by the office and we got back to work, not saying another word about the incident.  

That night Ted climbed on top of me in his usual way and began kissing me. Without missing a beat he spread my legs and pressed his penis against my vagina until it was wet enough to allow him entry. As he pressed inside of me I closed my eyes and without really thinking about it imagined Michael was on top of me. I found myself becoming far more aroused than I should have been and Ted cried out in pain as my nails dug in his back. I opened my eyes to the sound of his shriek and laughed when I realized what I had done. Ted finished and I rolled over and began masturbating as I thought about Michael fucking me as Ted slept. 

The next day I thought everything would get back to normal, but Michael was acting strange. I was in the copy room when he followed me and closed the door behind him. I am not sure why, but I felt trapped. I tried to get out, but Michael stood in front of me holding his Flip camera. He brought it on our trip and took videos while we were on the river. As I pulled his arm to let me out he held the tiny screen in front of me and pushed play. I couldn't really see anything on the screen except dark shadows, but I knew exactly what it was when I heard my own voice. It was a recording of me having an orgasm. 

I froze standing next to Michael staring at the tiny screen listening to myself. I am very expressive during sex, I love to moan and I love to talk about it. When I have had too much to drink I am even more out of control as the recording proved. I felt myself becoming aroused, my panties were getting wet as I listened to Michael's grunts and my own pleasure. I was still holding Michael's arm, squeezing it tightly as I heard myself climax over and over. The recording lasted four minutes before he turned it off and let go of his arm. I asked him to turn it back on, but he smiled in a teasing way suggesting I would have to tune in tomorrow if I wanted to hear more. I didn't even consider the fact that I should have been pissed, I was completely consumed with the idea of listening to myself have sex. 

Michael stopped by my desk before he left and whispered, "I want you Sarah, I want to make love to you again. Lets go to my house."

I couldn't believe what he was saying, "I can't, I am in love with Ted. It was a mistake, I can't believe I did it, but it can't happen again. Please understand Michael." 

That night just after Ted and I went to bed we were making love and my phone began to vibrate on the bedside table. I ignored it the first time, but the second time I looked at it and saw that it was Michael. I set it back down as Ted continued when it buzzed again. Ted said, "Go ahead, see what he wants." 

Sitting on top of Ted, I stopped and answered the phone, "Hello?"

Michael said, "Want to hear more?" 

I held my hand to the phone and whispered, "He wants to read me the latest text from our proposal." 

Ted laughed, "You need to ask for a raise..." and began lifting me up and down. 

I could hardly wait to hear the rest of the tape. I removed my hand from the phone and said, "Okay, but hurry." 

Michael pressed play and I heard myself. I was clearly drunk begging him to fuck me. I couldn't believe my ears. Why couldn't I remember this? Michael only played 20 seconds or so, but it was embarrassing and incriminating. 

I looked at Ted underneath me as I held the phone tightly to my ear and began slowly riding his cock. Ted held my hips as he thrust inside of me harder and harder. I closed my eyes when I heard Michael say, "what about Ted?", only to hear myself say, "you can fuck him when you are done with me!" Michael clicked off the tape and I opened my eyes and saw Ted underneath me. 

I was so aroused, on the phone with Michael listening to him play a tape of me begging him to fuck me. I couldn't help myself when I said in a low hushed voice, "Just a little more." 

Michael whispered, "You're with him now, aren't you, you little slut!"

I said softly, 'Yes.'

Michael began saying, "Pretend you are riding my fat cock and start moving faster." 

I leaned forward and began moving faster, my breathing was getting louder as I did.

Michael said, "Good, close your eyes and moan softly as you feel me inside of you again." 

My eyes were already closed as I began to moan. I could feel myself coming close to having an orgasm as I did. I heard Ted whisper, "sshhhh..."

Michael then said, "Pretend to hang up and put the phone down as you pretend I am cumming inside of you." 

I opened my eyes and realized Ted was still in the room. He was relieved when I said goodbye and set the phone down. He said, "What was that about?" He wasn't pleased.

I said, "Ssshhh, just let me finish." 

With my eyes closed I began moaning even louder and moving even faster. I imagined I was back in the tent with Michael fucking him like an animal in heat. When I was done Ted was clearly bothered. I rolled over and Ted began, "Are you attracted to Michael?"

I responded in an annoyed voice, "Why do you ask?" 

He simply repeated the question, "Just answer me, do you find him attractive." 

I answered truthfully, "I never really thought about it much, but if you insist I guess I do. He is an attractive guy." 

Ted said, "I know he wants you, you must know that too. Do I have anything to worry about?" 

I responded, "If you have to ask, then you might." 

I noticed the phone was still on and grabbed it clicking it off. 

The next day Michael didn't play his tape or bring up the night before. I was glad I didn't have to think about it. That night Ted and I went to dinner and to my surprise he proposed to me. I slipped his ring on my finger and accepted his proposal. But I couldn't stop thinking about Michael. 

The next day Michael invited me to lunch promising to play another section of the tape. He immediately noticed the ring on my finger. I told him the good news. He wasn't pleased. Instead of talking about it, Michael pressed play. The sound was low so no one else to could hear, but it made it hard for me to hear. The start of the tape included grunts and was obviously the sound of Michael and me making out. I could make out the sound of my voice protesting, suggesting that we had to stop. I heard myself say no ten or more times before I heard myself say, "Oh my God." 

Michael clicked off the tape as the waiter dropped off the check. I looked at Michael and said, "This isn't right, it can't go on. Can't things go back to normal?"

Michael responded, "I don't think so." 

I didn't respond as I fiddled with my ring. 

That afternoon our manager put the pressure on. I called Ted and let him know I would be late and told him he could go out with his friends if he wanted. He told me that Trisha called and wanted to know if we were interested in doubling with her and Michael on Saturday. I don't know why, but I felt a twinge of jealously as I looked over at Michael working at the table. He hadn't said anything about talking to Trisha. I told Ted he could decide and let him know I had to get back to work. When everyone had left I asked Michael about the 'date' and he explained Trisha had called him to make up for last weekend.

Michael said, "You sound jealous? Do you want me to cancel the date?"

I quickly corrected him saying, "I just thought it was strange that you hadn't brought it up."

Michael laughed and said, "No, you just thought it was strange that you have been able to think of little else than sleeping with me and now you might have to share me with your friend." Before I could say anything he set the video recorder on the table and pressed play. 

I heard myself saying, "it is so big! Oh my God, it's too big. Let me hold it." I was obviously drunk, sounding like a oversexed teenager. I must have been sucking his cock as I heard slurping. Next thing I knew I heard myself say, "it must be twice as big as Ted's, I want to feel it inside of me." To my surprise I could hear Michael suggesting that we should stop. He was clearly having second thoughts. The next few minutes were the gory details of letting Michael rip my vagina open so that his, evidently, massive cock could fit inside. Once inside Michael begged me to be quiet, but instead I began screaming at the top of lungs about how much I loved his cock as he gagged me. 

I was so embarrassed listening to myself, I couldn't look Michael in the eyes. Michael was still standing on the other side of the table as I sat across from him listening. His crotch was at eye level and the growth of his penis was unmistakable. I asked, "Are you hard?" My eyes didn't look away from his pants as I watched his penis grow even more. His penis was massive, I wanted to see it, I wanted to feel it inside of me. 

Michael responded, "Are you wet?" I slipped my hand under my skirt and felt a puddle in my panties. My face turned red as I realized I had just touched myself in front of him. Michael then asked, "Want to listen to the whole thing from start to finish?" 

I nodded as he fumbled with the tape. After he had pressed play, he began rubbing his cock through his pants. I followed suit, and began rubbing my own clit. Eventually, Michael unzipped his pants and took out his massive cock and began rubbing it over the table. It was really big, I would guess almost twice as big as Ted's. I couldn't look at Michael's face and I didn't dare look away from his cock. I began rubbing harder and faster as I watched Michael jack off. Soon I was having a mini-orgasm and closed my eyes as I did. On the tape Michael was fucking me harder and harder as I moaned. 

When I opened my eyes I could see that Michael had walked around the table. He was jerking off right in front of my face. I wanted to lick the precum off of the tip of his cock. He was only inches away and I opened my mouth slightly as I thought about giving in. I could imagine feeling him inside of me. I could hear myself on the tape giving myself to him. Just then my phone rang and I saw that it was Ted. Feeling guilty I pulled my right hand from my crotch and picked up the phone. I looked at Michael and mouthed for him to be quiet. The tape was still playing the in background, but it wouldn't be terribly audible on the phone.

Ted was reminding me of some meeting he had to go to or something, as Michael took my left hand and turned me toward him. As I turned toward him I felt him slip my engagement ring off. As I responded to Ted's reminder, I saw Michael's penis spasm and then shoot a load of semen in my mouth in mid-sentence. I began to gag as I told Ted I had to go. I closed the phone as Michael pushed his cock in my mouth, shooting the rest of his load down my throat. I felt so helpless as I sucked his cock. 

When he was finished with me I regained my composure and ran to the bathroom to clean myself up. My panties were soaked so I pulled them off and threw them in the waste basket. When I got back to the office Michael was at his computer and I grabbed my purse and went home without saying goodbye. I was such a mess, in so many ways. What was I doing? Halfway home I realized I forgot my wedding ring so I returned to pick it up. 

I peaked into the office, but Michael was gone. I got on the floor and began looking for the ring. As I did I hear Michael's voice from behind asking, "Forget something?"

I turned and said, "My ring, have you seen it?" 

He offered to help, but the sort of help he was offering wasn't the sort I was looking for. He pulled up my skirt over my back exposing my bottom. His hand cupped my vagina, I spread my legs ever so slightly so when he pressed his finger it would slip inside of me. I stopped looking and closed my eyes as he slid his finger inside of me. Biting my lip I arched my back. Michael asked, "I find it interesting you came back. I find it even more interesting you removed your panties." 

I began to say something when I felt Michael grasp my hips as he pressed his penis against my vagina. He was so big he didn't slip inside right away despite the fact that I was terribly wet. Just as his penis breached my vagina I saw Ted's ring. I focused on it as Michael ravaged my pussy. It felt so good. I couldn't help but yell out. I reached for the ring, but just as I did Michael pulled out and flipped me over on my back. 

Michael climbed on top of me and I spread my legs to accept his advance. Seeing his penis right there in front of my vagina I realized just how big he was; almost twice the thickness and length of Ted. He kissed me hard and held him tightly as I felt his penis fill me once again. I arched my back to accept as much of his length as I could. Michael whispered, "Sarah, I love you."

I began having an orgasm just as he said those words and I wrapped my legs and arms tightly around him. I told him to take me. Ironically, I couldn't help but think of Ted. Ted laying helplessly in the next tent as Michael took me the first time, and now Ted patiently waiting for his bride-to-be at home as Michael took me again. 

When Michael was finished I had lost count of the number of orgasms I had had, but I knew I had to get out of there. I rushed home, only realizing after I opened the door that I left the ring on the floor. I couldn't go back, so I would have to get it in the morning. 

I was just about to get into the shower when Ted grabbed from behind. He was feeling randy and wanted to have sex before I got in the shower. I was just about to start crying as I told him I was too tired. He insisted and I couldn't stomach the thought of telling him no, especially after having just had sex with Michael. 

I laid on the bed as Ted climbed on top of me. He noted that I was really wet, he didn't realize it was mainly Michael's lubricant inside of me. The scent of Michael's semen was so strong I was sure Ted would smell it. Ted began to lick my pussy when I pulled him away asking him to fuck me instead. 

Ted was on his knees holding his penis. For the first time I realized how small he really was. Sliding it inside of me he didn't stretch my skin at all, I could hardly feel him as he began to fuck me rapidly. I was completely quiet as I let him fuck me. He asked if something was wrong, but I told him everything was fine, despite the fact that I was crying. When he was done I quickly got up and showered. 

On Saturday I told Ted to call Michael to cancel since I wasn't feeling well. Ted wasn't all that excited about getting together anyway so he happily made the call. We didn't go anywhere for the rest of the weekend. On Monday it was the dry run presentation of our project, in preparation of our presentation to the client on Wednesday. It went well and only a few changes were requested. Just before I was about to head home for the day Michael stopped me in the hall and gave me a play-by-play of his date with Trisha. I found myself becoming jealous. I couldn't believe how I felt. 

I called Trisha and asked her how the date went and she spilled her guts. She couldn't help but explain how she broke her own rule and let him sleep with her on the first date. In gory detail she explained how big he was and how they fucked all night long. I felt betrayed. How could he sleep with her I thought to myself. 




Canoe Trip



Michael told me he had more work to do and when back to his office. I started to go home, but couldn't leave. Instead I walked over to his office and stood over his shoulder as he made a few final tweaks to our presentation. I didn't have anything to add or to say, but I just stood there watching. Michael swiveled his chair around and slid his hand up my leg under my skirt and pressed his finger against my wet panties. I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone could see. No one was around and I felt Michael's fingers slide inside of me. I grabbed the wall as I let him invade my pussy.

I was nearing climax when Michael handed me something with his other hand. It was Ted's engagement ring. He asked, "Do you still need it?" I closed my hand around the ring and closed my eyes as I climaxed. 

The next weekend Trisha invited Ted and me to join her and Michael for dinner and drinks at his house to celebrate our engagement. I had never been there before, but in some sick way I didn't want leave them alone together. The irony of the situation was not lost on me. 

I wore a red bathing suit cover that was see through, with a red polka-a-dot bikini underneath. Michael was clearly aroused to see me if you know what I mean. He kissed me just a little too long as he greeted Ted and me. Trisha seemed to notice. 

Dinner was great and we shared a few glassed of wine before retiring to the hot tub. Ted excused himself to use the bathroom and Trisha followed to grab some desert. Ted told Trisha to make him some as well as the both disappeared into the house. It didn't take a minute for Michael to put his hands all over me. Before I knew it I was in his lap and he was sliding my bikini over to ram his cock inside of me. 

I didn't stop him, I just held on to his neck as he bounced me up and down on his cock. Just then Trisha came outside to ask Michael a question, but she stopped in her tracks when she saw me on top of him. Michael couldn't see, but I just stared at her. She was obviously upset, but she couldn't react instead she turned around and ran back in the house. Michael didn't take long to cum and we were back in our places by the time Ted and Trisha came back out. 

Trisha didn't speak with me the rest of the evening and soon we all left together. On the way home Ted asked what was wrong with Trisha and I told him I didn't think things were working out with Michael. 

The next day Trisha and I met for lunch and I told her the entire story. She couldn't believe her ears. Her initial anger was completely gone when I was finished. I turned the tables and asked her what I should do. She didn't have answers only questions like, "What are you doing to do? What about Ted?" I was about to start a life with Ted, but here I was at the eleventh hour fooling around with another guy. I had never cheated on anyone my entire life and here I was betraying the man I loved with this guy...

Ted had a business trip the next week and I was relieved and concerned all at the same time. Part of me was thinking I could get a grip on the Michael situation and put it to bed, while another part of me was hoping Michael would get a grip on me again.  

On Tuesday I mentioned to Michael that Ted was out of town and he suggested that we should go to dinner. I agreed, but insisted that we ACTUALLY talk instead of whatever else. Dinner was pleasant and we talked mainly about work. After desert I told Michael I had to go home and to my surprise he didn't argue. I didn't realize it, but Michael had followed me home, pulling in right behind me as I turned in the driveway. 

He came in the garage just before I lowered the door and I just smiled at him. He wasn't going to just let me go. He followed me up to my room and while I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, he undressed and set up his Flip camera on the dresser. 

I wore the sexiest outfit in my closet and climbed into bed with him. This was the first time we had ever been together in a bedroom. Our first night, a night I could scarcely recall, was on a sleeping bag in a tent. Our second time was on the floor in his office. Our third time was in a hot tub. This was different. Michael took his time with me. 

I climbed on top of him and managed to slide his oversized penis inside of me when I remembered doing the same thing to Ted. It was a completely different experience. Michael was so strong, so powerful. I had no idea what I was missing with Ted. Of course my phone vibrated just as I started and without thinking I picked it up. Answering it, I held my finger to my lips telling Michael to be quiet. 

I sat up, arching my back as I felt Michael go even deeper and I couldn't help but react to the pressure. Hearing my whimper, Ted asked if I was okay. I could barely respond, saying, "uh, huh." 

Michael was lifting me up and down faster and faster and felt myself coming closer to having an orgasm when I told Ted I had to go. I am not sure if it was subconscious, but I laid the phone down without pressing the off button. Once the phone was on the nightstand I said, "Oh Michael, this is so good" and proceeded to let myself go. It was the most amazing night of my life. The next morning we slept in and didn't make it in the office. My cell phone was dead and I started to wonder, did I leave it on?

Michael handed me a DVD he burned that afternoon, it was a video of our night together. I tried to reach Ted a few times, but only got his voice mail. I put it in the DVD player and watched it. We looked amazing together. God he was so big! 

Michael and I spent the rest of the week together. On Friday Ted got home early and began to unpack. He had left me a message or two, but we never connected live. He turned on the television, presumable to watch the news, but realized the DVD was on. He pressed play and saw the video of Michael and me. I hadn't realized it, but I had left Ted's engagement ring on the nightstand. He found it as the DVD began to play. 

I left work a little early to beat Ted home, but when I saw his car in the garage I realized I was too late. I felt my ring finger and realized the ring was in the bedroom. I wondered what else I forgot to pick up as I made my way upstairs. I could hear the television in our bedroom and I suddenly went pale when I realized what he was watching. 

I made my way to the door and as I peeked in I saw Ted lying on the bed masturbating as he watched Michael and me fuck. I must have made a noise because Ted looked over and stopped masturbating as he saw me. I am not sure what came over me, but I walked over to the bed and said, "Here let me do it."

Ted was confused, but he let me start giving him a handjob. After a moment he began watching the video again, Michael had me bent over the side of the bed as he entered me from the rear. You could see his cock going in an out of me on the tape. I whispered to Ted, "Can you believe how big he is?" 

Ted responded, "how does he get it in? doesn't it hurt?" 

I asked, "Are you mad?"

Ted said, "Yes."

I then tried to explain, "The first time I was drunk, it happened at the canoe trip. After that I just couldn't help myself. I didn't plan it, it just happened. You like to watch, don't you?"

Ted barely admitted, "Uhuh." 

I began rubbing faster and faster until Ted ejaculated. As I helped him clean up I said, "If you want, I will ask Michael if you can watch us for real." 

Ted looked embarrassed and went to the shower. I called Michael and told him what had happened and he said he could be there in an hour. 

After Ted's shower he came downstairs and we started talking. He wanted to stay together, but I wasn't certain that was even an option anymore. I couldn't stay with him out of guilt. In the middle of our conversation the doorbell rang and I jumped up to answer it. It was Michael and I let him in. He walked up to Ted to shake his hand and said, "So Sarah says you want to watch." 

Ted didn't say anything to Michael, who didn't seem to mind as he took my hand and led me to our room. I was so aroused I didn't stop to think how Ted might be feeling. Michael positioned a chair in the middle of the room or Ted and he called to Ted to come on up. To my surprise Ted peeked his head into the room and Michael motioned to the chair. Ted didn't move from the doorway at first. Michael then tossed me on the bed and began kissing me. Before long he was inside of me and I was completely entranced. Ted found his way to the chair eventually and to my surprise began masturbating. 

Michael had just given me an orgasm when he got up and walked over to Ted. Holding his cock in his hand he began stroking it as he stood just in front of Ted. Ted didn't stop masturbating as Michael said, "You like what you see, don't you?"

I called over to Michael to come back to bed when he ejaculated on Ted's face. Ted turned his head away as the second stream of semen hit him on the cheek. I protested, "Michael, stop it! What are you doing?"

I jumped up and pulled his arm as his last load fell on Ted's crotch, covering his penis and hand with semen. I pushed by Michael and started to wipe the semen off of his face. He looked so pathetic covered in Michael's semen I felt horrible. Michael said, "Sarah, he likes it, look he isn't stopping."

I looked into Ted's eyes and he was somewhere else, in a different place. He was still rubbing his cock as I wiped the last portion of semen off of his face. I stood up and turned to Michael and told him to fuck off. Michael laughed and pushed me to the side. 

Standing in front of Ted he said, "Open your mouth!" 

Ted closed his eyes, but opened his mouth. Michael pushed the head of his cock in Ted's mouth and to my surprise Ted began to suck it. Michael said, "See, he likes it, the little pervert likes my cock." I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I tried to pull him off, but just as I did Ted began to ejaculate himself. He WAS getting off on it. I ran out of the house that night. I broke up with Ted the next day and never saw Michael again.



Canoe Trip



Their paddles swung in perfect rhythm as the women stroked their canoe across the lake. The shore ahead presented a solid dense wall of green bushes backed by the spruce and pine forest of the vast northern Boundary Waters Canoe Area. Both women knew from their maps that somewhere probably directly ahead a marked portage awaited.

Simple signs and a well-worn path would lead them to the next lake in their planned trip. They just had to get closer to the distant shore.

It was still early on a beautiful cloudless summer morning and the air was cool. But the sun now well above the trees was already raising the temperature. Susan Merlot, seated in the bow, rested her paddle across the canoe's gunwales and took a long pull of cool water from her bottle. She raised both arms overhead in a muscle-easing stretch, rotating her wrists at the sky. The action raised her bra-less breasts under her loose, long-sleeved tee shirt. Her nipples responded to the shifting fabric.

She glanced around, feeling the rhythmic sensual surge of Tiffany's paddle thrusts from the rear of the canoe. They were alone on the lake. Susan grasped the hem of the shirt and in one fluid motion stripped off the shirt. The movement of the cotton across her nipples brought a shiver and a sudden hardening of the points.

"Here we go again," muttered her companion. "For someone who grew up in what she insists was a horribly repressive home, this gal sure is breaking out all of a sudden."

"Well, there's no one except you to see me here. And you saw even more last night." Susan grinned, remembering stripping entirely out of her clothes after inexpertly dumping the canoe in the tiny bay in front of their camp. Tiffany laughed a lot while Susan struggled to shore, streaming icy lake water, hurling imprecations at the law of gravity. Tiffany, ever generous of spirit, quickly helped Susan out of her clothes and then stripped down as well. 

Together the two naked friends experienced a long languorous interlude exploring the mutual pleasure of their flesh. It had been all the more delicious because of its unexpected nature.

Tiffany looked at her companion's smooth almost unblemished back. Only a few freckles and faint lines from bikini bra straps that were nowhere in evidence. When Susan twisted to grin back at her, Tiffany caught a glance of one tender nipple, calling back the memory of the sweet taste of her friend's body. She sighed and shook her head, never interrupting the regular rhythm of her stroke. She sent the canoe easily and steadily through the water.

Susan returned to her duties feeling her shoulder muscles stretching and pulling under the warming sun, reveling in the freedom of uncovered skin. An hour passed and the women drew steadily closer to the shore. Now they could see the narrow brown strip of trail between two huge boulders at the edge of the water. As they grounded the canoe and pulled onto the gravel, voices, came through the surrounding trees.

"Company coming," said Tiffany, offloading her big backpack from the bottom of the canoe.

"Yeah, guess I better cover up," grunted Susan. She slipped the tee over her head and let the hem fall to her hips just as a teen-aged boy, bare-chested in shorts and hiking boots, appeared on the trail. He was carrying two well-filled packs over his shoulders. He smirked at the two attractive women. But it was clear he considered them too much older to be of real interest, although both women noted the way his gaze lazered in on Susan's chest and her erect nipples. 

Damn, she thought. He's just a kid. Someday I'll meet a man and not have this reaction. Maybe when I'm ninety.

"If you need help getting over the portage, just holler," the boy grinned. I bet our leader will jump at the chance."

Tiffany smiled her thanks, expertly rotated the dripping canoe bow high against a nearby sapling and hoisted the craft onto her shoulders. Smooth tan muscles in her arms and shoulders of her muscle tee shirt attracted the boy's attention.

A canoe, carted by two more teen-agers appeared on the trail. Behind them, a tall lean bearded man, obviously one of the pack's adult members, smiled and greeted the two women.

"The rest of our gang is strung out along the trail. You won't have any trouble getting by. Right here is the narrowest section. Have a good trek."

"Thank you," Susan said. Her frank gaze swept over his trim form, even as his appreciative glance took in her hips and breasts and her smiling face.

She hoisted her pack and the paddles and started up the narrow dirt portage toward the next lake. Several hours later, the two women were once again paddling steadily across the third lake in their planned itinerary. The last portage, less used, had been a struggle and even though it had been expected, both women were scratched, sweaty and a bit out of sorts. 

They knew the last portage would be even tougher. They'd planned it that way to help isolate them to a private lake with only two small camp sites. Most canoeists opted for the more easterly track, so it was more crowded. Tiffany had pushed for this more difficult portage. When Susan Merlot, Tiffany's next-cubical-neighbor at the big insurance firm in Eden Prairie had agreed that she too loved camping and canoeing, it hadn't taken Tiffany long to persuade her attractive and frequent lunch companion to make a trip up north to the big wild canoe area on the Canadian border.

So here they were on a hot August day, two comely unattached women on a canoeing adventure into the woods and weeds of Northern Minnesota. The lake they traversed was unnamed on their map. It was too small, Tiffany supposed. In less than half-an-hour they reached their final portage, a narrow overgrown path through bushes and a few small trees.

Puffing and sweating, they used two trips to haul their packs the tent and the canoe over the hump. But now as they rested before setting off to their preferred camp site, the one on a tiny island partway down the long lake, they agreed the effort to get there had been worth it. No canoe or single individual troubled the cool blue waters. No campfire smoke rose to spoil the clear expanse of sky overhead. They were well and truly alone.

The island campsite was tiny and perfect for their needs. Tiffany expertly scooped out a shallow fire pit after they'd pitched their tent. Then she sat back on her heels. Susan crawled back out of the tent where she'd been laying out the sleeping bags and packs.

"I'm for a little fishing," said Susan. "But first I think a bath is in order."

"Way ahead of you," said Tiffany. She slipped off her shorts and panties, worked them down long lean legs and shucked her shoes. Clad only in a thin tee, she rose and stretched, arching her back. The move brought her nipples into sharp relief against the fabric. From her position on the ground, Susan could see the other's bald pussy in the shadow of the shirt.

"The drop-off looks to be about ten feet offshore," she said.

Tiffany turned and went off the ten yards to the island shore. She flipped off her tee and shoes, turning to waggle her generous bottom at Susan. Then she walked into the water.

"Umm, nice," she said as the cooling water rose to her hips, her waist and then cupped her breasts like the soothing gentle hands of an experienced lover. She leaned back until her head rested in the water and her scalp began to tingle with the rhythm of the lake. Almost unconsciously her hand slid down her torso, reaching that mid-point just between her navel and the rising mound of her sex. Arching her back, Tiffany laid out, her breasts rising just above the surface of the water like two small white islands.

She turned, rolling until her ass rose, glistening in the fading afternoon sunlight, while tiny streams of water meandered down between her cheeks. Once more floating on her back, one hand slid lower still until her fingers cupped her mound, pressing, sliding in the cool moisture that surrounded her lithe form. She breathed through her mouth, lips swelling and a tremor went through her. Then another. Her fingers probed deeper and she felt the swelling pulse of her orgasm rising and then the tremors came again, more strongly and the blue sky above her turned, for just a moment, to a golden rose.

Smiling at nothing she rolled again and began a steady, sliding crawl through the water. Tiffany swam fifty yards up the shore of the island and then flipped, raising her strokes until she was cruising through the water.

Opposite the landing where the canoe rested, she stopped and stood, the water level now just at shoulder height. She stared all around at the quiet lake. Birds twittered nearby.

Seventy-five yards away in the underbrush of the lakeshore, light flashed the tiniest spark off the lens of high-powered binoculars. The man watching was squatting in thick brush that had sprung up beneath the tall spruce and pine trees. His dark olive tent was farther back in a small clearing he'd created, deliberately avoiding designated campsites.

The gaunt bearded man sighed and licked his lips. He watched the naked woman walking slowly out of the water, water streaming down her back. It glistened as it disappeared between the cheeks of her toned ass.

"I'd like to be there," he thought. Holding the glasses steady in one hand he reached down and touched himself.

With eyes glued to the glasses, the man watched as Tiffany paused on a flat rock shelf at the edge of the water. When she bent over to pick up her towel, she presented a perfect view of her sex framed between her thighs. Then she rose, wiping her body dry and walked slowly back up the narrow strip of sand and pine needles to their campfire. The man whistled tunelessly and turned back to his own cold campsite deep in the shadows of the pine forest.