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Algonquin Memories - 2
by Douglas Fox482 (douglas_fox482@yahoo.com)
***
Jon and Will jerked off as they listened to Justin and
Sherry having sex in the next tent the previous night
at their camp on Opeongo Lake. (MF-teens, 1st,
voy, rom, preg)
***
Part Two
Monday, August 14th
The sun was already up when I woke up. Will's sleeping
bag was empty. I opened the tent flap and pulled my bag
of clothes inside. I dressed in my swim suit and t-
shirt. I crawled out of the tent and headed for the
woods. Justin was sitting on a log at the fire pit. I
stopped when I reached the fire pit. "Sorry about
listening to you and Sherry last night. We really
couldn't help it."
"Well, I guess none of us will have much privacy on a
trip like this. I'm not mad, dude." Justin answered.
I headed into the woods to take a piss. When I got
back, Justin was rousting the crew for breakfast. Amy
and I were cooks for breakfast. We made the pancakes,
served them and cleaned the dishes while the rest of
the crew tore down camp. I quickly packed my sleeping
bag and personal gear in the pack I shared with Amy.
I sorted the bags of food into four piles and split the
crew gear between the four piles of food. "Everyone,
take one pile for your second Duluth Pack." I
commanded.
"Everyone, let's get these packs loaded in the canoes.
We have a long walk ahead of us today. Jon, you are the
navigator today. Here is the map." Justin yelled.
Amy climbed in our canoe and I pushed the bow out into
the lake. I hopped in when the water reached my knees.
The rest of the group followed behind us.
We rounded the tip of our peninsula and turned
northeast. I could see the yellow portage sign a couple
hundred yards in front of us at the end of the lake.
Navigating certainly wasn't going to be hard today.
Two minutes later we beached our canoes at the start of
the portage. I jumped out of the canoe and steadied the
canoe while Amy climbed out. I grabbed one pack and
carried it out to the beach. Amy tried to lift the
second one, but couldn't lift it over the gunwale of
the canoe. "Amy, let me help you." I picked it up and
rested it on my knee. It was a lot heavier than our
other pack, the one that had our sleeping bags and
personal gear. Amy slipped the shoulder straps on. She
stood up a little unsteadily. I helped her snap the
waist strap. "Are you going to be OK?" I asked.
"I guess so. This is way heavier than I expected." She
answered.
Justin yelled, "Girls walk for twelve minutes and drop
your packs. Come back for the second pack and carry it
to the end of the portage. Take your time, this isn't a
race."
Barb led the way with Sherry, Katie and Amy following
up the path. Amy kind of struggled as she climbed the
hill.
I walked back to my canoe, stretched my right arm
across to the far gunwale, grabbed the near side with
my left hand and lifted. I sort of lifted up and slid
my body under the canoe at the same time while I
flipped it upside down. I found myself under the canoe
with the weight resting on the thwart setting on my
shoulders. These 47 pound ABS canoes were much easier
than the old 90 pound aluminum Grumman we practiced
with at the scout camp in the spring. Will, Joe and
Justin were ready too. I led the way up the portage
trail. This wasn't too bad, so far.
Then the mosquitoes attacked. It took both hands to
steady the canoe. The mosquitoes had no mercy. They
attacked my arms, legs, neck. One even landed on my
nose. I tried to blow him away.
Within a few minutes, we passed Amy. She looked tired
already. I said, "I'll see you soon. I'll come back and
help when I get done with the canoe and my turn with
that pack."
Amy tried to smile, "Thanks, Jon."
Twenty two minutes later we came down the hill to the
shore of Proulx Lake. I walked into the water and
flopped my canoe down. The other guys did the same. Joe
directed, "Let go guys. The packs will be waiting for
us back by the small pond at the middle of the portage.
It only took a few minutes to get back to the small
pond. This was a lot easier without a pack or canoe.
When we got there we found three packs waiting for us.
I checked. My pack wasn't anywhere around. The girls
weren't here either.
"Hey, guys. I'm going to go back and find Amy and our
pack. I'll see you at the canoes in a while."
I walked for another five minutes towards Opeongo Lake.
I finally found Amy sitting on a log looking
despondent. "Hey, the cavalry is here." I announced.
"Thank God. I don't know if I can do this. I never
worked so hard in my life!" Amy whimpered.
"This is the only portage we have for the next two
days. This pack will be a lot lighter after we eat two
days worth of food. The other pack is much lighter than
this one. You can do this." I picked up the pack and
strapped it on. Amy handed me the canoe paddles and
life jackets. I headed for Proulx Lake while Amy walked
back to the start of the portage. Climbing the hill to
the small pond started to wear me down. I was happy
when the trail started to slope down to Proulx Lake.
When I reached the lake, I dropped the beastly pack in
the bottom of my canoe.
I rested a few minutes. Barb, Sherry and Katie arrived
with their packs. "Where is Amy?" I ask.
"She's back the trail behind us." Sherry replied.
"I'm going to go back to help her." I announced.
I walked for five minutes before I find Amy. She is
stooped over and shuffling her feet along as she moved
down the trail. "Let me carry that for you."
"Oh, Jon. Thank God." Amy said. "I don't know how I'll
ever make it through this trip. If every day is like
this, I want to go home."
"No, most days won't be this hard. Remember, last night
Joe warned us about today. We'll get to camp. We can
relax. Have a swim. Do anything you want. You can do
this!" I said, trying to encourage Amy.
We walked quietly to Proulx Lake and the rest of our
group.
I swung our canoe away from the shore and started east
into the lake. Amy and I led the way for our crew. I
saw about a mile ahead where the lake split into two
parts. We wanted to stay to the left, go around the
bend and find a campsite. This would put us closer to
our destination tomorrow, Big Crow Lake.
I took about 45 minutes to reach the area where the
Crow River left the north end of Proulx Lake. The sky
was a bright crystal blue. The wind was calm. Today was
exactly the kind of day I pictured in my mind when I
signed up to go on this trip. As we approached the
lower end of the lake, Justin and Sherry pulled ahead
of us.
"Let's see if the campsite on point just ahead is
available." Justin announced.
Five minutes later we pulled into the campsite. No one
was there. Justin started giving directions to the crew
"Jon & Amy, look for the latrine. Will and Katie, check
for an area for the tents. Sherry and I will check out
the other side of the campsite. Meet back here in five
minutes."
As Amy and I walked through the campsite, I saw that
the fire pit wasn't as nice as our last campsite, but
it certainly would do. The seats were small logs. They
were so small that it was going to be like sitting on
the ground. Amy led as we followed a trail out of the
campsite into the woods. About 50 yards away we found
the latrine box. We returned to the canoes.
"What did you find?" Justin asked.
"The campsite is kind of small compared to yesterday. I
think we can fit our four tents in, but they will be
really close together." Katie said. Will smiled when
Katie said that.
"The latrine is up the hill. It's just like yesterdays.
A box with a lid." I offered.
"This campsite is probably the best we'll find. It is
on a point where we should get more wind. That will
help keep the mosquitoes away. The other campsites at
this end of the lake sit back in the woods and won't
get much wind. Let's stay here." Justin asked.
"Yeah" "Sounds good" "OK" they replied.
Justin directed setting up the campsite. We got the
dining fly and tents up much faster today than
yesterday. Will hung back and waited until Justin and
Sherry started to put up their tent to pick a spot four
our tent. Naturally he chose a spot between Joe and
Barb and near Justin and Sherry.
"You voyeur" I whispered, when I realized what he had
in mind.
"So what." Will answered.
When we were settled into the campsite, Justin gave
more orders, "Will and Katie, fill the water bags. Jon,
you and Amy put up the bear rope. Sherry and I will
gather fire wood for dinner tonight."
Amy and I started into the woods and up the hill by our
campsite. This was going to take a lot longer than
yesterday. All of the trees were either small birches
or pines. None of them had branches thick enough to
hold our three 50 pound packs.
Amy seemed kind of down cast. I tried to cheer her up,
"Wasn't the lake beautiful today?"
"I guess"
"The weather is perfect. Clear skies, the temperature
feels like it is around 75 degrees. No wind. We
couldn't have any better conditions."
"Yeah."
"Amy, what's wrong?"
"I had no idea that this would be so hard. Those Duluth
packs feel like they weigh more than I do."
"They probably weigh around 50 or 60 pounds each.
That's heavy, but not impossible." I offer.
"I was afraid if I fell over on my back, I would be
like an upside down turtle and not be able to get up
again." Amy whined.
"I'll help you through this." I said as I tried to
comfort Amy.
"It's too hard. I can't do this." Amy started to cry.
I wrapped my arms over her shoulder and squeezed her
close to my side. "Amy, today was supposed to be one of
the hardest days. We'll make it through."
"I-I... don't... know... if I... can... do... this,"
Amy sobbed. I turned to face her and gave her a hug.
"Amy, have I ever let you down in the eight years we
have been friends?"
"No!"
"I will help you through this." I said as I pulled her
closer to me. I kissed her cheek as I held her close. I
could feel her breasts pressing against my body. My
cock started to twitch.
"Jon, thanks for being here." Amy said, starting to
regain her composure.
"That's what friends are for." I answered as I stared
into her green eyes. I leaned forward and kissed her on
the lips. Amy wrapped her arms around me and started to
rub my back. I kissed her again, a littler longer. The
third time, I parted my lips and slid my tongue along
Amy's lips. They parted! My tongue explored further
into her mouth until it found her tongue. Our tongues
wrestled together. My cock went fully rigid. It pressed
into Amy's side. We held each other and kissed for
minutes. Time no longer had any meaning.
Finally we had to stop to breathe. "Amy, are you OK
with what we just did?"
"Yes Jon. I don't think I can consider you to 'just' be
a friend anymore. I want more than that from you."
I give her one more kiss and then said, "I think we
better find a spot for the bear rope quickly. The rest
of the group is going to wonder where we went. Further
up the hill we found an old tree with a nice strong
branch about 25 feet above the ground. I threw the rope
over and secured it until tonight.
When Amy and I returned to camp, everything was set up.
The fire was going, wood was stacked nearby, water bags
were hanging from the tree in middle of the campsite.
Joe had set up the backpacking stove on a rock near the
fire. He had a cloth cover that looked like it was
covered with metal foil.
I asked him, "What is that?"
"It's a Backpacker Oven. I won't say more, the rest is
a surprise." Joe answered.
Justin was sitting on a log playing with his fishing
rod. He looked up when he heard us come back to camp.
"Heh, Jon, Want to go fishing with me? I need a buddy."
"Sure, why not." I followed Justin towards the canoes.
I grabbed PFDs and paddles on the way to beach. Justin
and I climbed in the canoe, shoved off the beach and
paddled out into the lake.
"Let's go up to the northern end of the lake by the
marsh." Justin suggested.
"OK, point the way." I answered. We headed north
towards the end of the lake. When the water started to
get shallow we coasted to a stop. Justin cast his line
out.
"Justin, I have something to tell you. We have to keep
an eye out for Amy. Today was rougher for her than she
expected. She started crying when we were out looking
for a place to hang the bear bags. I held her to try
and comfort her. I think we may have gone too far. I
hugged her when she stopped crying and then we started
kissing. Amy has been my closest friend, beside you,
for the past eight years. I don't want to risk losing
her friendship. But she is beautiful, smart, and funny.
I think I need more from her than friendship. What
should I do?"
Justin answered, "You really like her, right?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Treat her decently, you can keep her friendship and
have her as a girlfriend too. I know how much you care
for her. I think you should take it one step at a time
and see where things go."
I sat thinking about this for a few minutes.
"Justin, you never finished your story of your first
time when Joe interrupted the night at the outfitters.
Can you finish the story?" I inquired.
"I guess. Where was I when I stopped?"
"You and Sherry had just gone to Sam's little brother's
bedroom and locked the door. You were naked and lying
on top of Sherry." I answered.
"Oh, yeah. Well I lay between her legs, slid up and
kissed Sherry's tits. I rubbed my cock up and down
along the crease of her cunt lips. Sherry's cunt was
super wet. She begged me, 'Put it in me, please. Put it
in!' As you may have noticed, Sherry can get quite loud
when we have sex."
"I may have heard that," I said, smirking.
"I took my cock in my hand and rubbed the tip up and
down her cunt lips a couple times. Then I pushed it
forward into her pussy. I went slow so it didn't hurt
too much. It took a couple minutes to get my cock all
the way in. It's hard to describe the feeling. It feels
great when you jerk off right?"
"Well, duh!" I answered.
"Fucking is a million times better. I asked Sherry if
she was ready. She said, 'Go to it.' I started to
stroke in and out. The feeling was so intense. I didn't
last very long. My orgasm when I was inside Sherry was
the most intense of my life. My cock wilted quickly
after I came. I asked Sherry how it was. She said, 'OK
I guess.' Well, Joe had me well prepared.
I leaned down and started to lick her pussy. Joe said
you have to make sure your girl has a good time too
when you have sex. The best way to get a girl off is to
lick and rub her clit. It absolutely drives them crazy.
I wasn't sure where it was but I kept licking and
rubbing around until I felt a little bump near the top
of her pussy lips. I rubbed and licked until she
started to scream and squirm around. I asked her again,
how she was. She purred, 'That was wonderful, Justin.'
I always try to give Sherry an orgasm when we make
love."
The sun was getting low on the horizon. We turned the
canoe around and paddled back to camp. Will and Katie
had started supper. Joe was playing with his Backpacker
Oven. Whatever he was cooking had chocolate in it and
smelled delicious.
Half an hour later Katie called everyone for dinner. We
had Alfredo Primavera, a vegetarian dish with noodles
and vegetables in a parmesan cheese sauce. It was very
good, for trail food. Desert was Apple Delight, dried
apples re-hydrated in sugar, cinnamon and water. The
food disappeared quickly.
Joe stood up when we finished our dinner. "Attention,
today is a special day for someone in our crew. Katie
turns fifteen today. Here is a card your parents sent
along with me to give to you today." Joe hands the card
to Katie. "Barb, bring out the birthday cake."
Barb carried a small chocolate cake with candles on
top. Joe said, "Everyone join in singing Happy Birthday
to Katie." We sang, a little off key, but with feeling.
The cake Joe baked was chocolate with chocolate icing.
It was a great treat after two days of dehydrated and
freeze dried food.
When we finished the cake, Will stood up and walked
over to Katie. "I wanted to get you something for your
birthday." He stammered. He handed Katie a small box.
Katie opened the box and pulled out a red maple leaf
hat pin. "Thank you Will." She leaned over and kissed
Will briefly on the lips.
Will turned bright red, stammered, "You're welcome,"
and sat back down on the log. "I th-thought you should
have something to mark y-your birthday."
"That was very sweet of you. Thanks again," Katie
replied.
Justin and Sherry did the dishes while the rest of us
prepared the bear bags for the night. We put the bear
bags up much faster tonight. Practice does make
perfect. It was starting to get dark when we came down
the hill to the campsite from where we had put our bear
bags.
Joe and Barb sat down at the shore looking at the lake.
Amy and Katie retired to their tent. Justin and Sherry
did the same. Will and I gathered our clothes for
tomorrow and went to our tent.
I stripped down and laid naked on top of my sleeping
bag. Will did the same. We lay there listening to the
sounds of the night. The loons called back and forth on
the lake. In the distance you could hear an owl
hooting.
I heard some rustling from Justin and Sherry's tent. It
was only three or four feet from our tent.
"Ummmm... that's wonderful, Sherry." I heard the sound
of slurping and heavy breathing.
"Oh, yessss... yes..."
I looked over at Will. His cock was standing at
attention. He was slowly rubbing the head with his
thumb and finger. My cock filled with blood and reached
full staff.
The slurping sound next door continued for a couple
minutes. "Oh! Oh! Ohhhh... Uh... Uh... Ooohhhh...
Sherry, I'm about to cum!"
"Sherry, you better stop that... Oh... Oooohhhh...
Ohhhhhhh." I heard Justin let out a long sigh.
Will turned to me and whispered, "I think she just gave
Justin a blow job."
I nodded as I stroked my cock faster.
Justin whispered, "Now it's your turn. Come here." We
heard the sound of kissing and sucking.
"That's it. Right there Justin." More sounds of
slurping.
"Oh, yes! Go. Keep licking. Ohhhh. Oh! Oh! Oh!"
"Wow, Sherry. You're so wet." Justin whispered.
"Justin, FUCK ME NOW! That's enough licking. Stick it
in!"
I rolled my balls around in my left hand while I
stroked furiously with my right.
"Oh yeah... Slide it in. That's it." Sherry moaned.
I heard the sound of skin slapping together. Sherry
moaned, "Faster, harder, keep going... Oh, Ohhh,
Ohhhh..."
"Sherry, this feels so gooooodd..."
I heard footsteps approach. The zipper on Joe and
Barb's tent went down. Joe and Barb climbed in their
tent.
"Shhh... I think Joe and Barb are back. Maybe we should
stop." Sherry whispered. The skin on skin slapping
continued.
Justin answered, "No, it's OK. Joe knows we do this." I
heard rhythmic sound of skin slapping as Justin
continued fucking Sherry.
I looked over at Will. His face was a study of
concentration as he stroked his cock. I fondled my left
nipple as I stroked.
"Ummmm... That's it... Sooooo good..." Heh, that's not
Justin and Sherry. That's coming from Joe and Barb's
tent.
Will laughed, "Great, fucking stereo" as he stroked
faster.
Sherry panted, "ohhh.. Ohhhh... Yesss..."
I could hear Joe and Barb panting a few feet to me
right.
"Uh.. Uhh. Uhhh... Oh! Oh! Ooooooooohhh..." Justin
moaned.
"Wonderful... Thank you Justin... I love you. Please
stay in me... I want to feel you in me as I fall
asleep. Hold me close"
"Barb, get on top of me." Joe whispered.
"I love that position." I heard rustling. "Ahhhhh...
you're so big." Barb cooed.
"Ummm... you're so tight Barb. Keep going..." Joe
whispered.
I clearly heard Barb bouncing up and down. I stroked my
cock quickly. Almost there. A little longer.
"Ohhh.. Oh! Oh! Oh!" Barb grunted. I exploded. Cum
everywhere. Will looked at me and smiled as he stroked
his dick.
Barb panted and groaned. "Rub my clit. Please rub it!
Ohhhhh... Yesss... Ooooohhhh... sigh..."
Will jerked as his cum fired. The first splat landed on
his chin. Spurts and dribbles continued for a few
seconds.
"Oh God! That's it. Ummmm... Yesssss... Ooooohhhh..."
Joe grunted, "I... love... you... Barb... Ummm!
Oooooooohhh... Oh, Barb that was wonderful!"
I wiped up my cum with some toilet paper. I looked over
at Will and whispered, "This is going to be a very long
trip if they do this every night. I need to get a
girlfriend really soon."
Will answered, "I love the WILD LIFE in Algonquin." I
chuckled.
"Will, Amy and I were French kissing this afternoon." I
offered.
"Are you going steady?" Will asked.
I shrugged my shoulders and said "I don't know." and
rolled over. I soon fell asleep.
***
Tuesday, August 15th
I woke to the sound of Joe rattling the end of the tent
and saying "Jon, Will it's time to get up."
Will and I quickly packed our stuff. We met the rest of
the crew outside. After Justin and Will returned with
the bears bags, I sorted out our breakfast. We ate
quickly, packed our gear and shoved off for Big Crow
Lake.
Justin and Sherry led the group north. It took about
fifteen minutes to reach the northern end of Proulx
Lake. The lake ended in a wide swamp. There was a 25-30
wide stretch of clear water in the swamp. This was all
that there was of the Crow River.
Justin and Sherry led the group up the river. The river
never got any wider. It twisted right and left across
the swamp as we paddled north. The bottom of the river
looked like it was only 6-8 inches below the water
surface. Navigating this river was certainly an
exercise in canoe handling. About a half hour after we
entered the river, as we made a turn, Justin and Sherry
stopped dead and signaled for us to be quiet.
"Shhh. A moose is neck deep in the river. She is just
grazing on the brush along the edge of the swamp. Drift
up by our canoe so you can see. Pass the word to the
other canoes." Justin said quietly.
Soon all four canoes were side by side watching this
massive wild creature grazing 50 feet away. The wind
picked up a little and started to blow the canoes
closer to the moose. She was getting uncomfortable. She
snorted and grunted a few times, but didn't stop
chewing.
We drifted a little closer. Finally, the moose decided
to leave. She started to churn the muck the river as
she moved away. She climbed up the bank of the river
and disappeared into the brush.
Everyone burst into a cacophony of sound. "I don't
believe how big that moose was." "I could almost touch
it." "Awesome!" "Did you get any pictures?"
"Let's go gang. We need to get to Big Crow Lake and set
up camp." Justin announced.
We paddled up the river for another 45 minutes,
following each twist and turn. Finally the river ended
in Little Crow Lake. In ten minutes, we were across
Little Crow and paddling up a wide channel and into Big
Crow Lake. Big Crow Lake is a small lake, by Algonquin
standards. It is about 1 ½ miles across and 2 ½ mile
long. We paddled straight across towards the eastern
side of the lake. We passed a point about twenty
minutes after we entered a lake.
Justin pointed and said, "There is an old fire tower on
the top of that hill. If anyone wants to, you could
come over and visit after we set up camp." We paddled
across the rest of the lake and pulled into a sandy
beach near where the Crow River exited Big Crow Lake.
We were going that way tomorrow.
After camp was set up, the whole group went down to the
beach to swim. The water was only three or four feet
deep out to 300 yards from our campsite. Everyone
cleaned up and washed the dirty clothes they wore the
previous two days in the lake.
"Heh, guys, let's have chicken fights." Justin shouted.
He bent down and hoisted Sherry on his back. I picked
up Amy. Katie mounted Will's back. I steadied Amy with
my hand on her ass. What a delightful position. The
girls wrestled each other, pushing and pulling trying
to knock the other rider down. Every team went down and
got dunked repeatedly. One time, as I was under water
trying to stand up, I put my hand out and got a handful
of breast, Amy's breast. When I got to the surface, Amy
gave me a wink and a smile. After this, every time Amy
and I went under, I grabbed a handful of tit. I noticed
Will was doing the same thing with Katie. Katie didn't
seem to mind either.
Around noon, Joe called all of us for lunch. We left
the lake laughing. It had been a great way to pass the
time. When lunch was done, Justin announced, "We have
free time this afternoon. You can explore, fish, visit
the fire tower, or take a nap. Enjoy yourselves. Sherry
and I will stay at camp and clean up. Make sure you're
back for dinner."
I looked over at Amy. I asked, "Do you want to visit
the fire tower?"
"Sure. I would like to see the view of the lake from up
there." Amy answered.
Amy was still in her bikini and I was in my swim suit.
We gathered up life jackets and paddles and shoved the
canoe out into the lake. I held the canoe steady while
Amy climbed in, pushed off and jumped in. We paddled
quickly across the lake to the trail that led up the
hill to the fire tower. After beaching the canoe, we
started up the trail. It was steep and rocky, but we
climbed the hill quickly.
The old metal tower stood at the crest of the hill. It
was about 40 feet tall. If had an enclosed watch room
at the top with a walkway around the outside. We
climbed the staircase.
"Jon, I can see Proulx Lake over there." Amy exclaimed
pointing towards the south.
"Do you see the big lake to the north. That is Hogan
Lake." I replied.
"The view up here is awesome. Look over there. I can
see our campsite." Amy gushed.
I draped my arm over her far shoulder and hugged her
close. "I'm glad we came over here. This is worth every
minute of the climb up the hill." I turned to face her
as she turned towards me. I stared into her beautiful
green eyes. I leaned forward and kissed Amy. Her tongue
met my lips as soon as we touched. I opened my lips and
she thrust her tongue into my mouth. I slid my tongue
against hers. Our tongues wrestled back and forth
between my mouth and hers. My cock started to rise. I
pressed my hand against Amy's left breast and started
to rub.
"Keep doing that." Amy moaned between kisses.
Encouraged, I kept rubbing and squeezing her breast.
The nipple rose. I flicked my finger back and forth
across it. With our mouths open wide, our tongues
wrestled. I felt Amy slide her hand down my chest,
across my stomach and onto my erection! I squirmed from
the unexpected contact. Amy pulled me closer with one
hand while she stroked up and down along my cock
through my swim suit. My cock twitched as Amy rubbed
it.
"May I take off your top?" I asked.
"Ummm, I guess..." Amy answered unsurely. I pulled at
the bow in back that held her bikini top on. Her top
fell to the floor of the tower. I caressed her bare
breasts. Amy kept rubbing my erection. I leaned over
and kissed her nipple.
"Oh... do that again, Jon" Amy cooed.
I continued kissing and licking her breast and nipple.
I felt my cock begin to tingle. I knew I wasn't going
to last much longer. "Amy, you have to stop now." I
pleaded.
Amy stroked my cock one more time. That was all it
took. My cum exploded into my swim suit as my cock
jerked and throbbed.
I leaned back against the railing and sighed. Amy
asked, "What happened?"
"You made me cum." I answered.
"Did it hurt?" she asked.
"No, it felt wonderful."
Amy reached down to pick up her bikini top. She put it
back on. We took another look out at the lake. The sun
was setting! We were going to be late getting back to
camp. We scrambled down the stairs to the ground. Then
we ran down the hill to our canoe. I took a minute to
wash the cum our of my swim suit by taking a dip in the
lake. We hurried across the lake and arrived at camp
just as Will and Katie were serving supper.
After the crew finished dinner, Joe called for
everyone's attention. "Tomorrow will be a very hard
day. We have eight miles of river to get to Lake
Laveille. This is still the Crow River. Much of the
river looks like the portion of the Crow we did this
morning. We also have seven portages to do tomorrow.
None are very long, but the time and effort to unload,
carry gear and reload the canoes at each portage will
take most of the day. You should get a good nights
sleep. We will start at daylight."
The crew quietly did the dishes, prepared and hoisted
the bear bags. Everyone was heading for their tents for
the night when Amy asked me to stay at the fire with
her for a few minutes.
We settled in snuggled together beside the fire. Amy
looked at me and said, "Jon, did you like what we did
at the fire tower?"
"Amy, it felt wonderful, but are you sure we should be
doing these things. You are my oldest friend. I don't
want anything to spoil our friendship. If we date, can
we still be friends?" I asked.
"I don't know, but I want to try and find out." Amy
answered. She leaned in and kissed me. Our mouths
opened as we used our tongues to check if our tonsils
were still located in the back of our throats. I
reached under Amy's t-shirt to rub her breasts. We
played tonsil hockey and grab and tickle for half an
hour. Joe yelled out, "You two go to bed. You need your
sleep." We reluctantly separated and went to our tents.
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End of Part Two
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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