Day Six

Day Six

I was awake before the alarm, spooned between two lovely ladies. Outside, the rain seemed to fall heavily on the trees, and there was a strong wind blowing. Lauren moved against me and opened her eyes. She kissed me gently when she saw my eyes were open, and I kissed her back. A hand on my cock told me Suzanne might be awake. I turned my head and found her looking into my eyes.

“Kiss me,” I said quietly.

She moved closer and kissed me as Lauren’s hand joined Suzanne’s.

“He seems so much larger in the morning,” Suzanne observed.

“I hadn’t noticed,” Lauren said.

They both continued to stroke me as I alternated kissing them.

“It’s going to be a nasty day to cross the lake,” I observed.

“Then we’ll have to make sure there are warm thoughts to get us through the trip,” Lauren said.

With that, she moved her head down and took the tip of my cock between her lips. Suzanne slipped her body around so she could watch, which left her pussy exposed to my touch, so I slid my hand along her leg and teased the soft skin of her nether lips. She shivered as I watched moisture appear on them. It was quite fascinating to see as she proceeded to get wetter and wetter while Lauren slowly massaged the head of my cock, which was also getting wetter and wetter.

“Can I try, please?” Suzanne asked.

She moved closer and began to imitate what Lauren had been doing.

“Be gentle,” Lauren said, “and watch your teeth.”

As Suzanne sucked my cock, Lauren played with my balls, while I started to finger Suzanne. When I slipped my finger into her opening, Suzanne gasped, then clenched down hard on my finger.

“Oh, wow,” Suzanne gasped.

“What?” Lauren asked.

“His finger’s inside of me. It feels huge.”

“Wait until you ride his cock,” Lauren said with a laugh.

She turned around too, clearly wanting a similar sensation. I was happy to oblige her. I slid my hand up her leg as I had done with Suzanne, but she was already wet, so I let my finger circle her clit a couple of times before I slid it into her pussy.

“Oh, that feels good,” Lauren sighed as she kissed my thigh.

Suzanne continued to play with cock. She had not got it to the point of no return, but her continued teasing had it producing copious amounts of precum, which she licked off the head like melting ice cream. Suzanne’s contractions around my finger became more rhythmic. I reached forward with my thumb and flicked her clit, and she came. Her walls almost crushed my finger. Lauren came a moment later as my finger had found her G spot. Both of them left teeth marks in my leg as they tried to muffle their cries of passion.

“That was wonderful,” Suzanne said as she got her breath back.

“We need to get dressed and get going,” I said.

“Breakfast is at eight, remember? We still have time,” Lauren said, “and you still haven’t cum, so let’s give Suzanne another show, shall we?”

I looked at Suzanne, and she had a pretty blush on her face.

“What would you like to know?”

“Everything,” she said. “What makes her feel good?”

“Everything,” Lauren said with a laugh.

Lauren moved up and kissed me, then Suzanne did the same.

“He’s still remarkably hard,” Suzanne said as she lightly stroked my length.

Lauren put her mouth to my ear.

“Would you do what I ask?” she whispered.

I nodded in response. She kissed me again, then sat up.

“Suzanne lay down on your back.”

Suzanne shook her head.

“No, he’s not going to enter you, just lay down, you’ll like this.”

Suzanne did. Lauren moved forward between her legs.

“Remember, I told you I like girls, too?”

She moved forward and started to lick Suzanne’s clit. In doing so, she put her ass up and wiggled it at me. I stepped forward and slipped a finger through her pussy and pulled it back up over her ass. She moaned into Suzanne’s pussy, which in turn caused Suzanne to moan. I fingered her ass a bit more forcefully. Her hips wiggled more as I continued to play until she groaned into Suzanne. Suzanne’s hips came up off the bed, but neither one stopped. I played my cock along Lauren’s lips, and she all but forced her ass back onto it. So I pulled back slightly, and she cried out in frustration. I teased her a bit more before I slipped just the tip into her pussy. That got her to raise her head and sigh.

“He’s teasing me. He only put the tip into my cunt, and he is just letting it sit there.”

“And it feels good?”

“Oh, so good.”

Lauren slipped the tip of two fingers into Suzanne and moved them back and forth. Suzanne’s head fell back onto the bed with an open-mouthed moan. I continued to tease her pussy as she teased Suzanne.

“I ... I want to feel it,” Suzanne stammered.

“Are you protected?” Lauren asked.

“Yeah. I’ve been on birth control for years.”

Lauren continued to lick her.

“Lauren, please, let me feel him if only this once.”

“Why would it only be once?” Lauren asked.

“You would let me have him again?”

“As often as we can get him hard.”

Lauren moved out of the way and encouraged me forward.

“It might hurt,” Lauren said.

“I used to ride dressage. I lost my hymen years ago. Stop stalling.”

Lauren pulled me forward and helped Suzanne line me up, then showed her the trick of pulling her legs back to open herself. I slipped my cock into her lips, leaving it just at the entrance. Suzanne bucked her hips and managed to get me in a bit deeper.

“Fuck, push it in, I want to feel it all.”

I did as she asked, but slowly. Suzanne was incredibly tight, and despite the liquid pouring from her, it took a couple of minutes to bottom out inside her.

“That’s all,” Lauren said.

She ran her hand over Suzanne’s abdomen, gently pushing down.

“Wow, I can feel the outline of his cock inside you,” she said.

“I can feel his entire cock inside me,” Suzanne said with a laugh. “Take it slow?”

I nodded and began to pull out.

“It feels like a huge void as he pulls back, I already miss it.”

When I was all the way out but the tip, I pushed back. It was easier this time, but still just as tight. Slowly I increased my tempo. At some point, Suzanne came, almost crushing my cock, but she begged me not to stop. Her second orgasm sprayed fluid everywhere. Lauren sucked hard on one of her nipples, and the third orgasm triggered mine. I poured cum into her, and it flowed out any opening it could find. We continued to thrash together until Suzanne said she had enough. Gently I pulled out of her, then kissed her. Lauren greedily sucked on my cock, cleaning it and getting it hard again before she pushed me onto my back and mounted me. Suzanne watched as Lauren played with her clit as she bounced up and down on my cock. Lauren’s orgasm was quick and sharp, but I was still hard.

“Take me from behind until you cum, please?” she all but begged.

She rolled over and put her ass in the air. I slid my cock into her and grabbed her hips. We went at it for what seemed like a half an hour before I finally came in her pussy. The three of us were a mess, and it was still raining outside.

“What time is it?” Suzanne asked.

“A little before seven,” I said, looking at my watch.

Just at that moment, the rain seemed to fall harder outside.

“We should go for a quick dip, get dressed and head up to breakfast,” I suggested.

The ladies agreed, and we dashed down the dock and into the water. We did not dally. The water was warmer than the air, but only just. We soaped up, rinsed, washed our hair, then headed back to the porch to dry off.

“I’m going to wear my bathing suit and a t-shirt,” I said.

I rolled some alternate clothes up and put them in my bag before I put the rest of my clothes in my duffel. The ladies seemed to think I was on to something. Suzanne pulled on her one-piece, shorts, and a t-shirt. Lauren winked at me, pulled on her shorts with nothing under them, and strapped her orange bikini top around her before she pulled a t-shirt over it. I noticed it was one of mine that I had not worn yet.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she asked with a purr and a kiss.

“No, I don’t mind. Come on, let’s go.”

The ladies moved ahead of me and held the door open before they went down the steps ahead of me. Lauren waved as she and Suzanne walked quickly down the path ahead of me. By the time I got to the lawn, Andre was already on the barge stowing his gear under the tarp. I added mine next to him and put my paddle and life jacket next to the canoe rack.

“Let’s get out of this,” he said.

Like me, he wore only a t-shirt, swim shorts and a pair of wet shoes. We quickly mounted the stairs and walked into the main building. We were the only ones there besides Rick.

“Lousy weather,” Rick said.

“Is it going to warm up,” I asked.

“Not much more than it is now,” Rick said. “Cold front came in behind that bubble of hot air last night.”

“We will be warm enough soon, I suspect,” I said as I looked down the length of the lake at the white caps that pointed our way.

“You boys want some coffee?” Margie asked from the kitchen.

“Please,” we said in unison as we took mugs from her.

We went and stood on the porch and watched the rainfall and people hustle from their cabin to the barge, most of them swaddled in rain gear.

“How did we ever...”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Andre agreed.

“Breakfast is ready,” Rick said.

We stepped up to the table, refilled our mugs, and got some eggs and toast before we found a corner to eat.

“Got room?” Lauren asked.

“Always.”

“Where did you get coffee?”

“Margie,” I said. “Here, have mine.”

I walked over to the kitchen and got Margie’s attention.

“What’cha need, sweetie?”

“Coffee for Lauren?”

“Come get it.”

I picked up the mug and filled it before I returned to the main room.

“You really are a prince,” she said, passing my mug back.

We ate quietly while the rest of the student’s swelled in and got their breakfast.

“John, you don’t mind letting someone else stern today?”

“Nope.”

“I didn’t think you would. We need to get the ladies used to steering.”

“I wondered how they learned how to steer those things.”

“Well, most of the first years don’t have to worry about it, but I thought it would be good exercise. Unless the wind gets too much, then you and I will take over.”

“In the middle of the lake,” I said with a snort.

“Of course. You want easy?”

“Why change now?”

“True.”

We sipped our coffee while we waited for everyone to eat. Joanne made kissy faces at me from across the room, and I just chuckled. Finally, Rick stepped up and got everyone’s attention.

“We have a rough morning ahead of us. All four canoes have to go back, so we will be light in each boat. Andre has the assignments. Listen up, then let’s get going. We have a long way to paddle this morning.”

I headed to the canoes, moved my paddle and life jacket out of the way, and waited for the others to come down. The rain had slacked off a bit but still fell steadily, and I was soaked through before the first crews came down, Joanne in the lead. By the time she got to me, it was clear she was not wearing a bathing suit under her t-shirt, or much of anything else. And it was white.

“Enjoying the view,” she asked as she came to stand beside me.

“Yes, actually.”

“Good. Move, I have to get this boat in the water. You’re in boat number four by the way with the Bs.”

“They have a nice ass.”

“Hey, no looking at other women’s butts,” she said with a slap. “Unless we tell you to look.”

“Yes, Jo.”

“Make sure you look extra hard at them,” she said in a whisper as she got her team to put their boat in the water as the next group arrived.

Quickly the boats were sitting on the sand, ready to push off.

“John, you coming?” Renee, our stern, asked.

“Ready, boss. Where do you want me?”

“Behind us,” Barbara and Bethany said.

“What they said,” Renee said, shaking her head.

She had her long hair pulled back in a braid that hung to mid waist. She crooked an eyebrow at me as I spent more than a moment looking at her.

“Something wrong?”

“No, ma’am. Just waiting for the Killer Bs to get their ass in the boat.”

“You heard the man, ladies,” she said with a wink.

The Bs got in, and I followed behind them. Cassie sat down next to me as the rest of the boat filled up. Renee was about to push off when I turned around.

“Boss, maybe we should stagger the seats? Give us more room to dig?”

She counted the seats and the pairs.

“Do it.”

We shuffled our seats. Cassie pushed her thigh against mine, and I looked over at her. She too seemed to be missing her bathing suit and wearing a white t-shirt. Her nipples were prominent in the cold, wet morning air.

“Are you all trying to give me a heart attack?” I whispered.

“Could be,” she said, then straightened her back. “Like it?”

“Cassie, behave.”

“Nope.”

“Ready? Pull water!” Renee said, and we dug in as we floated free.

Nine miles. We had nine miles to paddle. We dug in, each stroke more painful than the last. Occasionally I would look back to make sure Renee was OK. She seemed to be holding her own. Cassie and I kept up a steady beat as we plowed our way down the lake. We were keeping pace with the other boat, but still falling back a length or so for every dozen strokes.

“How you doing, Renee?” I asked.

“Just fucking keep paddling.”

“I guess she’s doing OK,” I said under my breath.

“She’s struggling,” Cassie said quietly.

“I know. Let’s dig in.”

We did. The Bs heard me and picked up the pace a bit. We kept even with our position for a while but then fell back. My arms felt like lead weights and got heavier with each and every stroke. Now and then, Cassie would push her thigh against my mine for inspiration. I smiled at her each time, then continued to dig.

“Where are we?” Renee asked.

“First canoe is around the point,” Barbara said.

“Let’s keep going,” Renee said.

We seemed to redouble our efforts. The B’s came off their seat with each pull. Cassie did as well, but I was still just pulling normally, despite the dangerous bow in my paddle.

“Second boat around the point,” Barbara called out.

“We’re almost home,” Renee said.

It was a grueling thirty minutes before we slipped around the point and into the relative quiet water. We slid onto the sand, exhausted. Cassie slumped against me.

“We’re here,” I said.

“I know. I just wanted to be held by you for a moment.”

“Anytime, Cassie.”

“Thanks. Let’s get moving.”

We helped each other stand up and followed the Bs to the shore. Andre was there getting the boats racked.

“How’re doing,” he asked me quietly.

“Running on empty. Let’s get this boat racked.”

It took us a few minutes to get the canoe out and up onto the rack. We were all a bit wobbly as we stood forward, waiting in the rain for Rick.

“Good work, everyone,” Rick said. “Guys, on the bus to my right, girls on the bus to my left, except, François, Eric, Jackson, Andre, George, Pedro, and John. You will get instructions on being guides when you get to the girl’s camp. Safe travels everyone.”