0 comments/ 25486 views/ 1 favorites Canoeing By: KOOTGUY The day had started off hot and sunny. The fourteen of us had broken camp at eight A.M., and already we had been perspiring as we loaded the canoes with tents, bags, and all the assorted stuff that seven couples carry with them on a week long canoeing expedition. We were on Kootenay Lake in the Selkirk Mountains of British Columbia. My wife and I had been sharing a canoe yesterday, but today Sue Anderson was to be my companion. This was the first time Sue and her husband, Adam, had been on a camping and canoe trip, and the strain on them showed after the first day. Both were unaccustomed to the physical demands of six hours of guiding a heavily burdened canoe on the often choppy waters of Kootenay Lake. Frequently one of the other six couples had to circle back to help them. It had been decided at camp this morning that they would split up today, and each would share a canoe with a more experienced paddler. Once Adam had heard of our plan to split him and Sue, he had immediately started to protest. It figured! He was a bit of a jerk, anyway. A successful real estate broker in the big city, he was used to bossing people around and getting his own way. He had snapped at Jim, our proclaimed trip leader, "Bullshit! We can hold our own with the rest of you. She stays with me!" Jim had looked at him for a moment without answering. Then he quietly said, "The two of you together present a danger to the rest of us, and you're holding us up. I'm responsible for this group, and I say that you split up for a day, until you get the hang of this. O.K.?" They had stood eye to eye for a few moments, then Adam had spit out, "Fine, just fucking fine. You're the boss, hotshot." Then he had stomped away to join my wife Carol who was preparing our canoe. I had motioned for Sue to join me in hers, and we were off. At first, we had kept in more or less a single file, with about fifty yards separating each canoe. It was a great day. The lake was calm, stretching ahead and behind as far as the eye could see. Tree covered mountains rose to about ten thousand feet on either side of us. Their peaks were still covered with snow, even in July. Here and there, glaciers could be seen in the valleys of some of the higher mountains. We kept close to shore, and the perfume of pine and cedar trees reached us as we rhythmically stroked through the clear glacier-fed water. Sue hadn't said anything for about the first fifteen minutes. Then, once we were out of earshot of the others, she had unbuckled her life jacket and thrown it to the deck. "Too damn hot," she had said as she had looked defiantly behind at me. I didn't say anything. None of my business, and besides, it gave me an opportunity to admire her as she sat in front of me. She was about twenty-five, with short black hair cut into a pixie. Any time a slight breeze came up, strands of hair would sweep across her face, partially obscuring her turned up nose and wide, pouty mouth. From where I sat behind her, I could just glimpse the slight swelling of her right breast as she shook her head back, her hand sweeping the hair from her face. From what I had seen of her yesterday, I knew that she was small and firm. At camp the night before, she had shown that she was more fit than her husband, chopping wood and helping set up the tents while he had complained of sore muscles and heavy loads. Today, knowing that it was going to be hot, she had dressed in a thin T-shirt and jogging shorts, both which touched her body in just the right spots. As she leaned forward to dip the paddle into the water, her small round ass would rise slightly off the seat. I could see the globes of her rear tense with each stroke as she brought the paddle through the water, then raise it for another stroke. It was getting hotter in that canoe by the moment. "You think he's an asshole, don't you?" Her question had surprised me after the long silence. The others were at least a hundred yards ahead. We had fallen behind, partly due to her inexperience in paddling, but mostly because I had been lazily watching her and not paying too much attention. "Well, don't you?", she repeated. Sue had turned to partially face me in the narrow boat. The front of her shirt was damp with perspiration. A light band of sweat shone on her face, and when she smiled at me, a drop gathered at the corner of her mouth. "I don't know him," I answered truthfully. "Maybe you don't want to," she replied. Her pink tongue flicked out to lick the drop from her mouth. "In the four months we have been married, I think that this is the first time I have been out of his sight with another person. He clings to me constantly. And on top of that, he thinks that he knows everything. It's embarrassing when he acts like he did back at camp. He has to be in charge of everything in his life, including me." She had stopped paddling when she had turned around. "My arms are bloody sore", she said, stretching them above her head. She arched back, causing her small breasts to press tightly against her T-shirt. Her nipples were clearly outlined against the cloth: pert and hard, they sat on the upper swell of her breasts, pointing up to the cloudless sky. I was about to suggest a break when she suddenly bent back too far. With a shriek, she fell backwards over the side. The last thing I saw were her legs splayed as they disappeared into the water. I didn't hesitate. It wasn't the smartest thing to do, but I jumped up and dove over after her. She was about three feet below the surface, wildly kicking. She grabbed desperately at me as I came near. My life jacket prevented us both from going completely under. But in her panic she had her arms around my neck and was trying to climb on top of me. I managed to free her grasp and turn her away from me, at the same time reaching my arm across her chest to hold her out of the water. "Keep still," I yelled. I looked behind for the canoe. My jump had pushed it about ten yards away. The shore was closer. With my life jacket on, her slight weight didn't affect its buoyancy. "I'm going to get us to shore", I said. She responded by clinging to my arm with both of hers, and coughing. In two minutes, I had dropped her on the shore and was swimming back out to the canoe. It took me almost ten minutes to swim back to shore with it. My life jacket prevented me from boarding it, but I reached the tow rope in the bow and pulled it along with me. Once I got the canoe beached, I looked up the lake. Our companions were nowhere in sight. The first priority was to get dry. Although the sun was warm, the lake was freezing. Sue was sitting shivering, her knees drawn up and her arms wrapped around them. I drew out her pack and told her, "Here. Get out of those and into something dry." I turned and started strip out of my wet jeans and shirt. I was reaching into my pack for a towel when a heard a giggle. I turned around to see her still sitting there shivering, but looking at me with a smile. "What's so funny?" I asked. She looked down at my naked body, and laughed. " Mister Jealous would have a fit if he saw us now." I laughed too. "But it's strictly in the name of survival," I replied, conscious of her gaze. I had a towel out now, and threw it at her. "Hypothermia can set in even on a hot day. Hurry up." Rather than turn around again, I stood facing her. She caught the towel, still looking at me. "But I'm too cold to move. I think you'll have to help me," she said slowly. "It looks like you have your circulation back." Indeed I did. Her continuous gaze, combined with the memory of her in the canoe and our present situation, was causing an increase in blood flow in a certain body extremity. I looked down to see my penis thickening and rising with excitement. "Are you sure that you want me to help you?", I managed to croak out. "I mean...". But I didn't get a chance to finish. She scooted over to where I was standing, the towel wrapped around her small body. Sitting at my feet, her face was level with now fully erect cock. Sue looked up at me, her black hair plastered to her head. "I've heard that it's a good idea to share body warmth when exposed to cold water," she whispered. With that, she opened her mouth, still looking at me, and wrapped her lips around the head of my bulging penis. I felt that tiny pink tongue flick around the head, and she started to move her face slowly back and forth. A low groan escaped my lips. I knew that I couldn't stand much of this. I reached down and gathered her under the arms. "Let's get you out of this," I stammered. Standing her up, I unwrapped the towel. The cold had drawn her nipples out even further, and they perched atop her breasts begging to be touched. I drew her wet shirt over her head, then fell to my knees and rolled the skimpy jogging shorts down. She wasn't wearing any panties, and her thick black bush came into view immediately. She helped by stepping out of them and pressing her cold body against me. "They could come looking for us soon, you know," I said as I wrapped the towel around her. It was the last thing I wanted to happen, but I didn't want Mr. Jealous and my wife to catch us fornicating on a deserted beach. Sue pressed harder against me and let her hand slip down the crack of my ass. "Then we better hurry up and get warm," she purred. Looking around, I saw a small cleared patch where the warm sun was beating down between two trees. I grabbed her hand and we ran to the clearing. The sun was hot on our naked bodies. She turned to face the lake. Wrapping her arms around a thick cedar tree, she bent over and spread her long lean legs. Looking over her shoulder, she panted, "Hurry! Do me now, before they come back for us." Her small round ass, which I had admired in the canoe, was jutting up and back at me. The cheeks were split open, revealing her long, fleshy pussy lips. They were surrounded by a fringe of jet black hair. I could see them glistening with her moisture. I placed my hands on her slim hips, then ran them up to cup her breasts. They were firm and hard, like unripe peaches. As I rubbed my palms over her nipples, she pushed her hips back to trap my prick between her ass cheeks. "Mmm, " she purred, "that feels great. That asshole husband of mine just rolls over in bed once a week to poke me in the dark. I've always wanted to get it from behind outdoors." She was rubbing her ass all over my cock. Reluctantly letting go of her breasts, I reached down and spread her ass cheeks further apart. Her cunt pouted out at me. It was soaked from her juices and I watched the lips separate as I eased the head of my cock past them. "Oh, fuck, are you hot!" I groaned. There was little resistance as I pushed my hips forward. She responded by bending further over, still gripping the tree. Her cunt opened further, swallowing the last of my rigid pole. I was now in to the balls. Sue went nuts! Her head flew back and she started to chant, "Yes, that's it fuck me. Fuck me hard. That's it! Oh, Oh, Unh, Unh." And on and on. I had my hands back on her tits, cupping them as I pulled her back for each thrust. She was still talking dirty, telling me "Yes, I love your cock. Fuck me good with it. Yeah, that's it. Uh huh, Uh huh. Oh, God yes. Harder." She turned her head to look at me. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth open as she panted with the exertion. I slowed down and began long deep strokes. I almost came out with each stroke, then paused before pulling her hips slowly over my cock. "Oh yeah, like that. I love it like that." Seemed she liked whatever I did. Fine with me! I looked down to watch my engorged prick appear, pulling her lips back with it, then slowly disappear into the depths of her very hot and wet young cunt. The sun was hot on our backs, and any chance of hypothermia had long disappeared. I could now smell her body musk, mixing with the woodsy perfume of a hot summer day. It was the most erotic aroma I had ever smelled. That's what put me over the edge. The smell, combined with her nonstop stream of dirty talk. I bent slightly to get a better angle, and began with deep, fast strokes. Sue was pumping back to match me, her short dark hair flying from side to side as she approached orgasm. "Oh God. Oh God," she moaned. I thought she was about to peak. "Here they come," she panted. Looking through the trees, I could just see a canoe headed toward where we had beached. It was too far away to make out any faces, but it was definitely headed our way. A perverse desire to have her jerk of a husband see us fucking by a tree overtook me. Sue must have read my mind. She hadn't stopped her hip movements, but now they quickened. "Hurry, I'm about to come," she whispered huskily. "He can't catch us. Hurry up." Our bodies were slapping together as we strained for release. Then, I felt it building. She must have been right there too, because she started wailing "Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah." Her body tensed as I shot my first spurt deep into her. My eyes closed and my head went back in the ecstasy of orgasm with this young married woman. I thought she was going to break my prick as she repeatedly impaled herself on it, squeezing the last bit of pleasure from me. She was still shaking from her orgasm as she ran out to collect our clothes and the towel. Returning to where I was standing dazed, she stood up on tiptoes and lightly kissed me. "Quick, put these on. But don't worry, it's a long trip and a big lake. We'll have other chances." I was just buckling my belt and ready to step out from the trees when I heard a canoe grind onto the shore. I squeezed her hand, then we separated and stepped out to meet our companions, whoever they were. Canoeing to Nirvana When the rain came down in torrents we were caught by surprise. Because we were closer to the campsite than the car we kept going, even though the waves were already coming over the bow of the canoe. With the double whammy of spray and rain, we were soaked so quickly that it didn't make any sense to put rain gear on; we couldn't get any wetter. So we kept paddling, exerting ourselves to put this behind us and also to keep warm, pausing to bail only when the water lapped over our shoes. The cold air that came with the rain would have quickly chilled us to the bone if we hadn't been working so hard, but we were making progress against the wind chop, and we could see our destination even if it seemed like it was taking forever to get there. I have to admit that our destination wasn't the only thing I was looking at. Kristin, sitting in the front seat was a very pleasing sight for my habitually horny eyes. The rain had soaked through her t-shirt and shorts and I could see the color of her skin through the material. I couldn't help imagining what she must have looked like from the front. Each time she dipped her paddle in, she turned just enough for me to see the silhouette of her right breast and my cock was struggling to find its way out of soggy material that kept it captive between my legs. I would have reached down to free it, if only for comfort's sake, but the wind didn't allow me to let down my guard even for an instant. When we arrived, we were two wet, miserable, human beings but at least there weren't any other campers there. Not being first to arrive and reserve the site would have been a bitter disappointment—insult added to injury. Our wet clothing made it necessary to keep moving, so while the rain kept coming down we hurried to empty our gear out of the canoe. Then we placed it upside down at the water's edge. I have to tell you that Kristin's breasts were clearly visible through her t-shirt—just like I'd been thinking. I could see the areola of her breasts and her nipples as if she was naked. I tried not to look; I settled for hoping she didn't see me look. But I could see Kristin noting the direction my eyes were looking. At least she wasn't getting angry, maybe because her eyes were wandering too, checking me out. We hurried to get the tent out, arranged all the stakes and poles around, and with after some false starts managed to set it up. We worked well together considering we hardly knew each other except for camping club meetings on campus. The rain was still falling steadily. I was so cold my feet were dancing from my shivering. I have to give it to Kristin, she pitched in and was as much help as anyone could have been, and she didn't complain. She accepted her share of the responsibility for the course we had taken and for the way it turned out. It really wasn't our fault. Everything looked sunny when we left and there was no hint in the sky of what was to come. Once the tent was erect, it was with relief that we threw our gear in and crawled in after it. The so-called three-man tent was just right for two. "I'm so cold I think afraid my teeth are going to shatter from the chattering." Kristin answered, "I know. Me too, and my arms are so tired from paddling I can't raise them over my shoulders." Kristin strained unsuccessfully to pull her tank top off but it was like it was glued to her. "Arrrrgggg! I can't get this damn tank top off. Will you help me?" I was cold but not too cold for my interest to be aroused. "Sure," I said, "but you realize I won't be able to not look, don't you?" "Oh? Like you weren't looking already?" Some questions are best left unanswered. Kristin had her open gear bag in her lap and was pulling stuff out, looking for a towel. I reached over and grabbed the straps of her tank top and tried to pull it off, over her head, but the material was glued to her skin. Finally I grabbed the bottom and skinned her like a cat. This pulled her so close to me, I couldn't help but give her a brief hug, while she worked to pull a dry sweatshirt up to her chest--so quickly, I almost didn't see her breasts. Almost. My shorts were itchy and my tighty whities were wadded up in my crack, so I shucked them as soon as I finished helping Kristin. My cock was so small from the cold, it hardly seemed necessary to ask permission. I took a towel out of my gear bag and started to rub myself down vigorously so after a while, instead of shivering I started to tingle. Kristin took my lead and started to rub herself down too, not showing her breasts off, but not exactly hiding them either. Suddenly the sun peaked out from the clouds and the sides of the tent glowed like stained glass. In the warm brown light Kristin was such an erotic sight, it made my little winkie began to grow. I was squatting on my haunches so it didn't stick out, much. Wouldn't be noticed, I hoped. "I tingle all over," Kristin said. "I know what you mean. It's like when you roll around in the snow after a sauna. Everything is supercharged." "I don't know about that. But I've gone skinny dipping on New Year's Eve. I bet it's the same: torture, then ecstasy." "Wow! You must have been ripped." "Sometimes, but not always. It's a family tradition." "Oh." Suddenly the rain came down again, so loud we had to shout to be heard. "It's good to be in here now," Kristin said. "You're right. It's kind of sexy, isn't it?" Kristin looked up at me. I could see a million questions flashing through her mind. "It's going to be a while before the rest of the gang get here, isn't it?" "Tell me if this isn't what you mean," I reached out, took a breath and then slowly stroked a hand down one of her perky breasts, seeing the goose bumps surrounding her areole. Kristin arched her back to thrust her breast at my hand, glorying in the feel of my calluses as they stroked the broad outline of her tits. Her nipples responded to my stroking and before long her areola had puckered up and been consumed by her nipples which stuck out proudly. She smiled. It felt like a beam of sun hitting me. These marvelous breasts had responded to me by becoming erect and now they were rampant. The way they tingled under my touch and the way Kristin's back arched to press against me told me all I needed to know. Kristin wasn't shy. "I saw your cock reacting when I dried off my tits." She looped the towel over her back and rubbed it back and fourth against her head, drying her hair, which made her breasts dance and bounce. It was like a kneeling dance under the low dome of the tent. She was right about my cock, but I hadn't been as hard then as I was now and I had high hopes—hopes that were confirmed when she reached out to find my cock. Reacting to her stroking of my erection with her fingertips, I arose from my crouch to thrust my cock toward her hands while I ran my hands up and down the length of her torso from hips to shoulders, terrain flying as it were. I liked the way she didn't make a big deal out of negotiating or making sure I would respect her. Somewhere along the way we leaned together, tit to tit, and the rush was immediate--almost too much to bear. We hugged. We further tested our cardiac health by rubbing nipples together, dancing a skin dance of chests. Our blood pressure had to be through the roof. Naturally my lips found Kristin's and her lips nibbled mine back and my tongue snaked out of my mouth to explore hers. Of course, this brought our hips together and my cock rejoiced in the contact with the hair of her mound. Soon our lips grew slippery and wet, sliding against each other, and we had a frenzied spell of trying to devour each other and it was good. I would have been content to linger at this point but Kristin took the initiative. She pushed me down on the ground, supine on my back with my legs slightly spread. She pushed my knees farther apart to kneel between them. I hoped I knew where this was going and, yes, she dipped down and found my cock with her lips. I stopped breathing as her tongue played with my cock-head while her fingers curled around my balls, her nails pressing into my scrotum. My balls were in an uproar. Yes, they were! I was thinking it would be my turn next when she crawled forward, straddling my hips with her thighs, and put my cock in her pussy without a single misstep. I had already figured out that she was experienced, but until now, I hadn't realized how adept. I let her have her way until I felt the beginnings of an orgasm I didn't want to have quite yet. Pushing her hips with my hands, I rolled over and took a position between her legs. "Let me have a minute to worship at the alter," "Huh?" "The altar of Venus. The alter where lovers come to pray homage." I said as I bowed down to her vagina and ran my tongue up its length with a swift deft move. The way her hips heaved made it clear she liked this. She dug her heels into the ground and thrust her sex up against my tongue, anxious for more. "Is this alright?" I asked. "Shsssh," she growled as she pressed her sex against my tongue. She couldn't get enough of it. "Fuck me. I'm ready." I ignored her and tried to calm down. I backed off and started to run the tip of my tongue around the outer lips of her vulva. Her hips seemed to have a life of their own but I demanded to be in control and when she got wild, I punished her by pulling back. I couldn't help noticing how her labia had swollen up and forced her pussy more and more open. I turned sideways and started to suck her labia into my mouth while my tongue flicked her clitoris. Each time my tongue pressed down on her little clit her whole body jerked, starting with her pussy and radiating out like waves from a stone thrown in water. Her legs kept trying to capture my head but my arms were in position to prevent her. "Oh, please, please, please! PUT IT IN!" she cried. I responded by running the flat of my tongue up the length of her trench. I started at her asshole and slowly licked up, pushing her inner labia apart until I reached her clitoris. Now I took my fingers and gently pulled her clitoral hood back so I could see the little man in the canoe, who was standing up. I put the tip of my tongue on the little fellow and she gasped and tried to pull my head into her vagina. I pulled back hard and put the tip of my cock directly on the little nub and started to rock my hips. Her hips immediately picked up the rhythm. She kept trying to pull me in but she was so excited she couldn't even control her own self. It's fun to tease a cunt (I mean the organ, I would never call a woman a cunt). But it gets to be sadistic after a while and I like to think I'd never carry it that far. Besides, my rigid cock wasn't all that content to wait either. It just took a little hitch as my cock slid up toward her clit and suddenly the head of my cock was softly encased in hot velvet. For a while I delighted in pulling out and pushing in—just enough to bury my glans penis—making sure the head rubbed her clit before it reentered. A lot of guys think a cunt's ready to fuck as soon as it's lubricated. I know this because I've inherited a lot of their ex-girlfriends. Me, I think a cunt is ready to be fucked when I can get five fingers in. I like to insert the tip of my cock and then stroke her clitoris with four fingers. I love to feel my greasy cock as it slides past my fingers and into her core hotness. I love to make her scream and come with utter abandonment. It didn't take much of this before I could feel myself reaching an orgasm. I wasn't ready, yet. I figured I'd be good for two orgasms and I figured we'd probably have the campsite to ourselves until evening. So I pulled out and said, "Why don't you get on top again for a while?" Kristin immediately crawled up into position and lowered herself onto my cock. The red glow of the sun through the tent's canvas made my shiny wet cock look purple. Maybe it was. When I was still in high school, just trying to figure out what it was all about and loving anyone who was willing to love me back, I had the mistaken impression that a vagina was a hole. Okay, I guess it is a hole, but not really. What it really is is a strong circle of muscle. It is capable of squeezing down on a grain of rice and just as capable of opening wide enough to allow a child to pass through, into the world. What I love about a cunt is the way there really isn't a hole there until your cock forces its way in. And all she has to do is clench her muscles and she can expel you from paradise. You can push all the way into a cunt and then stir the pot with your hips as the base of your cock mashes the loose lips out of the way. The most wonderful feeling of the world is the hot, wet, lubricated flesh inside a pussy as it is pushed aside by an erect cock, like a boat pushing aside thick water. With Kirsten astride me, I was at pains not to allow her to take me out of my game. For a while I insisted on using just the tip of my cock to plow her clit and labia, and ducking in for a quick bath from time to time. This made Kirstin mad with passion, but I didn't want to burn her out so I grabbed her hips and held them still while I slowed my pace, pushing in slowly and finally allowing myself, my cock, to penetrate until it was all inside and there wasn't any more to push in. Then I'd rock back and forth, enjoying the feeling of her wet pussy muscles squirming out of the way of my cock. Her labia and clitoris were so swollen that I could feel them compressing under my pubic bone and this sent hot spikes of pleasure down my cock and into my balls. I squeezed my legs together and this pushed my balls up against her saddle and everything was so wet down there that I could feel them sliding around in our juices. When I first get an erection, it is as hard as can be with a graceful curve toward my navel. When I walk with this state of hard-on, the tip bounces against my belly. But when I fuck a girl with deliberation, my cock becomes less hard in time, but gets fatter and fatter, and it's a lot more sensitive then. This is the state of cock that makes possible some of the impossible positions of the Kama Sutra that seem impossible for a cock that's standing up. At some point I lost myself and stopped calculating. Maybe it was because Kristin was a willful piece of work. She put up with my machinations when it suited her, but there came a time when she just couldn't hold back any further. I first became aware of it when she started to sound like a locomotive, chugging with every thrust. Then she took control and ran away with it. All I could do was hold my butt off the ground, pushing my cock into her as far as it would go while she went wild on top of me, fucking me faster and faster. I thought to myself that it was lucky the rest of the kids hadn't arrived. It would have either been quite embarrassing or we would have had to cool it. As it was, I wondered if they could hear us from the other campgrounds around the lake. About half way through this flurry of passion I felt my balls working up to an ejaculation. Not yet! I thought and started to think about mopping up the store. I envisioned pouring the detergent into the mop bucket and adding hot water. Then with each stroke of her ass on my cock, I imagined pushing the head of the mop along the floor. That way, I was able to keep from coming. Eventually Kristin slowed down. She looked down at me and wondered, "Didn't you come?" "Not yet." "God, what control. You're not . . . ah . . . you don't have a problem coming do you?" "Nothing like that. I just like to make sure I make my partner come a couple of times before I indulge myself." Kristin started to rock back and forth slowly. "Turn over," I said. I kneeled between her legs and crawled forward until the tip of my cock was against her vagina again. I grabbed her heels and lifted them as I spread them apart. I pushed my cock forward, watching the head as it zeroed in on the black hole that still yawned open below her clitoris. Slowly my cock-head disappeared into her. Then, using her legs as a handle, I stared to work her around my cock, slowly, with deliberation. At first she was putty in my hands, but soon she was unable to stay still and her hips fought me for control of her pussy, which wanted to go crazy again. I was ready to be a little more up-beat, but not the way she wanted to. I pushed one of her legs down to the ground, still continuing to hold up the other. Carefully lifting a leg over I crawled up into the crux of her legs until I clamped her leg between mine with my cock so snugly up inside her that I could grind her cunt lips with my pubic bone. This put a great deal of pressure on our genitals and as I pulled out and pushed back in, it was excruciatingly pleasurable. Kristin reacted to each little thrust and wiggle as if she'd been prodded with an electrode. I ran my fingers between her legs until they found where we came together and found some lubrication, then I started to rub our juices into her pink little A-hole. I could feel her thigh muscles clenching and releasing as I slowly worked my finger into her nether chute. I had her weighed down with my ass sitting on her lower thigh, but this didn't stop her from lifting me off the ground as she became more and more agitated. It was hard to think, but I finally decided that the day was still young, so instead of allowing myself to come when I felt my balls beginning to let loose, I rolled over on my side, pulling her with me. I almost lost her, but was able to keep the tip of my penis inside her. Then I just lay there while I stroked the tip of my cock through her pussy lips with the tips of my fingers. Kristin lay there as if slain, but I knew she was still living, because each time I pushed the side of her clit against my cock with my fingers, I could feel it spasm. I started to strum her clit with four fingers and her hips started to spasm in the same way and pretty soon her spasms coaxed me into fucking in and out of her pussy again. I thrust with slow, long strokes for a while but it was so hard keeping her under control and she was getting to be so frantic as her head went back and forth on her neck and her screams became more and more frantic that I finally allowed myself to let go. If you delay gratification in this way long enough, your cock's feeling begins to diffuse throughout your body. Carried to the ultimate extreme, as I did with Kristin, pretty soon the great feeling that you associate with your penis and fucking begins to resonate throughout your body. So when I finally allowed my balls to empty themselves into Kristin's womb, it was a total orgasm of the mind, body, and soul. Usually when one finally has an orgasm, one turns to ask, was it good for you too? I figure if I've done it right, I don't need to ask and I didn't ask Kristin. I was perfectly certain that she'd had the fucking of her life. Frankly, I'm not certain Kristin could have answered, anyway. She just lay there for the longest time, quivering. Of course, I wasn't in much better condition. A classic purgation of the emotions leaves one drained. The mind's blood is all pooled in the sexual organs and thought flees. Only slowly do the wits return. That's how it was with Kristin and me. But eventually, inevitably, Kristin opened her eyes and started to take in our surroundings—the orange glow of the sun through the canvas, the heat of the sun in the now cloudless sky, our soggy clothing and semi-dry sleeping bags and me. "What are you?" she finally asked. "A man," I answered. "And how," she responded. Then she threw herself upon me and started to devour my lips with hers. I hugged her and allowed her to have her way with me.