Chapter One: Mysterious Canoe Mishap
“We’re here!” Mary Jones’s best friend Imogene said. “Or we’re at least close to the Poppyseed Inn. I recognize the bend in Wacheekiewillawanny Creek here. We’re close! And, whew, not a moment too soon. It’s been three hours of hard paddling!”
Imogene was paddling the front of the canoe, Mary the back. Although Imogene was from a different school than Mary, they were close friends. Both girls had just graduated high school the previous year. Imogene was a succulent curvy natural blonde with breasts far larger than normal for girls her age.
“Immy, I do believe you’re right,” said Mary Jones. Looking at her friend’s breasts, Mary suddenly thought she’d rather be motor-boating than canoeing.
Mary was one of the prettiest girls in River Heights. It was a town abundant with strikingly beautiful girls. Many of these had settled there after she had freed them all from white slavery (see
The Secret of the Old Cock).
Mary was a petite and striking young lady with an unrelentingly cheery disposition. Her titian blonde hair was cut short and fell straight in a practical bob. Her left eye was a solid blue. Her right eye was greener. She had the face of an angel: a bob of a nose, twinkling eyes, and a wide and easy smile.
She was petite at five feet two inches tall. Her body was one hundred and ten pounds of solid muscle from her constant martial arts training. Her breasts were lean and nicely shaped, as were her hips. But others rarely noticed her figure. When she was dressed at all, she was almost always modestly attired. Her clothes tended to be baggier and less revealing than the norm. Her athletic form was not obvious or attention-grabbing to others. Her future career plans were to be the world's first G-Woman. Even now, she preferred to be able to walk around as unnoticed as possible.
“There’s one thing I don’t understand, Mary,” said Imogene. “Why three hours exhausting work paddling this canoe rather than just driving here in your roadster?”
“You heard about the governor’s daughter on the radio, haven’t you?”
“Gosh sakes, hasn’t everybody?”
“Immy, there are roadblocks everywhere around River Heights because of that. They’re searching everywhere for the missing girl.”
“Yes, so what?”
“It's hard work for us to get through those roadblocks. They aren't always just routine searches, you know.”
“How could that be? Open the trunk, close the trunk, done.”
“You’d think, but no. The police who man these roadblocks are drawn from all over. They will more often than not take liberties with two young women like ourselves who are traveling alone.”
“Liberties?” Imogene shuddered.
“Yes, Immy,” Mary assured her. “It would all start with a perfectly innocent and routine strip search and cavity search. Such things happen all the time to young women around River Heights, as you know.”
“It does? Where does this happen?” asked Imogene. “I’ll rather stay away.”
“But soon enough, appendages other than fingers would become involved in the search.”
“But surely you would stop them and show them a thing or two besides, Mary!”
“Immy, any resistance would only antagonize them. And I promised both Sheriff Barton and Special Agent Dorff not to beat up any more law enforcement officers. Now I don’t mind a rough and tumble strip search or two... or ten. But you might be psychologically scarred for life. And your fiancee, whatsisname, in the oil business in the Middle East, he would never understand.”
“Oh, him. I haven’t heard from him in a year.”
“But then there’s your other fiancee Petey, serving two to five years in the state pen for kidnapping and extortion. He wouldn’t understand either.”
“Oh Petey,” Imogene sighed. “What a dreamboat. Our time together was so short. I can’t hardly wait until he gets out and makes me an honest woman again and again and again...”
“I envy you, Immy,” said Mary. “Any boyfriend who made me yell like a thousand parakeets being crushed under a board is a keeper.”
There was a huge crash. Mary and Imogene flew over the bow of the toppling canoe and into the cold water. They’d hit an obstruction. What Mary could make of it, it was some huge green animal. Could it be a crocodile? Not in Wisconsin. A bull shark? Conceivable but highly unlikely in a tributary like this.
“Immy, throw off your clothes immediately!”
“I think I can make it to shore, Mary.”
“No, we must throw this suspected animal off the scent. Cast off all your clothes despite the embarrassment this might later cause.”
“All righty, Mary, if you say so. Panties too?”
“Of course panties.”
“Shucks! Now I’m naked as a newborn.”
“Grab my arm and swim, Immy, swim!”
Despite Mary’s concern, the pair of freezing shivering girls easily made it to shore. Mary pushed the canoe to shore. Immy hung onto it. Mary pulled the canoe far enough onshore to examine it. Thankfully, it was undamaged.
Imogene exclaimed, “Did you see that man downstream in the rowboat?” A slight man with a blond crew cut tied his rowboat to a dock just barely visible downstream. Then he ran away.
“I saw him. I’m a detective,” Mary reminded her.
Imogene was indignant. “He didn’t even try to help us!”
A boy slightly older than the girls and well built stood up from the bushes. “You girls look like you might need some help. The name’s Kevin Nesmith, at your service. And you must be… naked.” The tall muscular boy with a blond crew cut clapped his hands over his eyes. “Excuse me! Excuse me!”
“How far are we from the Poppyseed Inn?” asked Mary.
“You’re on the property," the abashed young man whimpered. "Don’t you see all the poppies?”
Sure enough, they were all standing in a field covered in poppies of all shapes and colors. “Beautiful!” Mary exclaimed.
Hands still firmly clasped over his eyes, the young man stammered, “Not as beautiful as… well… hrm...”
“Kevin!” said Mary in mock indignation, hands on hips, feet shoulder length apart to afford a good view. “Were you peeking at us? What are your intentions?”
“I-I’m the groom’s best man! I'm here for the wedding! I was just taking a walk, honest!”
“Now Kevin, I can see your stiffy… mmm… your sizable stiffy in your pants. Now come clean!”
One hand left the young man’s eyes to cover his groin. “Miss, yes, I did accidentally catch a glimpse. Accidentally! I’m on leave from the Army. For gosh sakes, I’ve hardly seen a woman in over a year! A man has instinctive reactions! Here, take this picnic blanket. Cover yourselves.”
Mary wrapped the blanket around the shivering Imogene. “Go get help from Francine at the Inn. Don’t rush back. Everything here is GREEN. I’ll see you soon enough.”
“If you say so, Mary,” said Imogene dutifully. She scampered off, still shivering.
“Now, as for you, Kevin,” Mary said. She approached the young man. “I’m Mary Jones.”
“The famous girl detective?” the Army man stammered. “I’d heard you were a natural redhead. Ohmygosh! Sorry I said that!”
“You have to stop apologizing,” said Mary. She grabbed his hand covering his crotch and moved it gently back up to his eyes. “It’s we who should apologize for interrupting what I’m now convinced was an innocent stroll. And by way of apology...” She got on her knees in front of the well built young man and unzipped his pants.
The young man startled and stammered, “Uh… uh...”
“Haven’t you ever had a woman take you into her mouth?”
“I can’t lie to you, Mary. I haven’t. Don’t bite me!”
“Relax! I’m not going to bite you, silly. You’re not a virgin, are you?” She pulled his slacks and undershorts down to his knees.
Kevin groaned as Mary took his stiff, straining member in hand.
“Well. Kevin?” she prompted as she stroked ample spit onto his tool and pumped it lasciviously in both hands.
“Mary… I can’t… uh… I can’t lie...”
“You are a virgin! Never fear. You want to make love with me, don’t you?”
“UHH! UHH!” Kevin cried, and shot a powerful squirt of semen onto Mary’s face, then another onto her naked breasts. Mary held his cock, directing the shower. Eyes still covered, he kept shooting until Mary was coated, then groaned and was silent. Mary let go.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. And look at the mess you’ve made,” said Mary. “Go ahead. Look at me.”
Kevin took his hands from his eyes and looked down at Mary. There was a pool of his semen atop her stylish bob, dribbling down. Drooling streaks of his semen dripped down both Mary’s cheeks and off her forehead and nose. She licked some of it into her mouth with a smile, looking up at him gaily. Each of her lean, petite breasts had a generous shot. A couple of shots on her tummy had dribbled into the downy titian blonde fur between her legs. Seeing all this, Kevin’s penis went from exhaustedly half erect to straining hard again.
“Good,” said Mary with a smile. “Are you ready to lose your virginity? You don’t have to, you know. I would never force you.”
“Didn’t I just lose it?” stammered Kevin.
“No, you silly young man. That was a handjob. I didn’t even get to the blowjob part.”
“I’m really, really sorry I got my stuff all over you,” said Kevin.
“That’s polite of you to say, but I don’t mind it,” Mary replied. She scooped a big wad of it off her right breast, shoveled it into her mouth, and swallowed. “It felt pretty good, didn’t it?”
“Oh Mary! I mean Miss Jones! It was the best thing ever!” Kevin gushed.
“Would you enjoy giving such pleasure to me while having more yourself?”
“Yes, more than anything!” said Kevin, entranced.
“I return to my question. Do you want to lose your virginity?”
“If that means… I guess I do,” said Kevin sternly. “I guess I should be a man and take charge, eh?”
“If you want to. I can get into that,” said Mary.
“Okay, then. I think I understand this,” said Kevin. “Okay, lie down on the grass, Mary. Good. Now spread your legs wide. Good. Ohhhh…. you’re so pretty down there. And everywhere, really.”
“My Kevin, you are a charmer,” said Mary. “You’ll have me blushing.”
“Okay, now, since it’s daytime, you’ll need to close your eyes,” said Kevin. “It’s not delicate for a woman to see this.”
“All right, if you insist,” said Mary. She closed her eyes to slits so they looked closed. This way, she remained prepared to guide him if he got lost.
Kevin removed his slacks, boxers, shoes, and socks. Ramrod erect, he got on his knees and then lay all his weight down on her. Mary let out a grunt. He poked his stiff rod excitedly and fairly randomly on her slit. Finally, she said, “Lower, Kev. No, that’s too low. That’s my asshole.”
“Oh I’m terribly sorry, Mary,” Kevin fretted. He was getting frustrated. Mary reached down and gently guided him into her wet slot. It was easy work. She so badly wanted this virgin hunk she was all but gushing wet.
Through the slits of her lashes, she saw a look of surprise cross Kevin’s face as his body’s instincts took over. His hips reflexively pumped hard and fast into her. She saw his face suffuse into an expression of ultimate bliss. Before he had barely begun, Kevin went rigid, and she felt his hot floods sluice forcefully into her. He didn’t even have enough time to gasp or groan. He just said “Ugh!” and shook all over and collapsed on her like a sack of potatoes.
Mary wasn't concerned about pregnancy. When she was held captive by the white slave ring, they put some German device in her uterus to prevent pregnancy. Nobody knew how to get it back out, which meant Mary was sterile. This suited Mary fine, since she didn't want to raise a family. Instead, she wanted to be America's first G-woman.
“Kevin?” Mary ventured. “Kevin? Did you have fun?” It appeared that the poor boy experienced so much pleasure he passed out. Gently, she patted the darling and highly excitable young man’s cheek. “Kevin?”
“What… ugh… oh Mary! I must have passed out. Did I hurt you?”
“Not at all. Don’t worry, my sweet. But I do need some help. I’d like an orgasm, too, please.”
“What’s that?”
“Remember when your stuff came out when I stroked you with my hands?”
“Do I ever! Second best feeling ever! Next to… what we just did.”
“That was an orgasm.”
“Golly! Then I must have had another when I passed out.”
“You did! You’re a quick learner. Now, I’d like an orgasm, too, please.”
After a little more explanation and negotiation, Kevin had his face between Mary’s legs. “It smells a little down here, Mary,” he said fearfully. “Not that unpleasantly, I suppose.”
“The musky scent you smell is a woman’s excitement,” Mary explained. “You’ll learn to love that smell, because it means a woman is excited for you, and will likely allow you to feel the pleasure you just felt. As for the smell like a swimming pool? That’s your semen, the stuff that shoots out of you when you have your orgasms.”
“The pool smell is the bad part. I like your smell, Mary.”
“You absolute charmer!” Mary smiled, grabbed onto Kevin’s crew cut firmly with both hands, and steered his mouth to her sex. “You can start by French kissing my lips down there just as you would normally kiss me. Oh, good! A little deeper. Wonderful! Keep going. Ahh! Just a little bit up...” Mary continued to gently guide Kevin in his first cunnilingus lesson. Pleasure suffused her body. His body might be eager to let go, but he was equally eager to please. What a wonderful lad.
Soon, Mary’s body was tense. She rocked her ass off the ground, humping Kevin’s slurping mouth. “You’re doing great! Okay, I’m just going to let loose now and make some unladylike remarks. I will be feeling so good, I won't be able to help it.”
Kevin took his mouth off her. “That’s okay by me, Mary- MFFF!”
Mary slammed Kevin’s face back into action. “Get back to work eating my nasty cunt, you fucking bastard! Ram that tongue deep, deep, DEEP and taste my ovaries, motherfucker! Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh FUCK! FUUUUCK!!” she shrieked.
Kevin came up for air. “That sounded like fun.”
“It certainly was. Now get back down there!”
“But I thought...”
“I did! But I want another!”
“You can do that?”
“Oh yes, and they come faster and faster as you do it to me. Now get to work!”
“When do I get to stop?”
“Well, as soon as you can put it in again.”
Kevin grinned and pushed up onto his knees. His penis stuck out ramrod straight.
As the sun was setting, Mary cuddled up to Kevin for warmth. Their latest bout had been a glorious mutual spend where Mary had almost passed out herself. “You’re becoming such an excellent lover, Kev.”
“I have an excellent teacher,” Kevin replied. He had that relaxed-in-every-aspect cast to him. It was the demeanor of a man who has thoroughly experienced making love to a good woman.
“I have a problem that’s troubling me, Mary, though not as much as it had.”
“What’s that, Kevin?”
“You know the groom, my friend Edgar?”
“Yes?”
“He’s asked me, begged me actually, to catch his bride, your friend Francine, at a private moment and have my way with her. Carnally, that is.”
(To be continued)