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Swamp by Waldo Warning - The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset you, do not read any further. Swampwater Chapter 1 - The Canoe Vacation I was enjoying the adventure of my lifetime. Canoeing through the Everglades by myself for two weeks. No work imposed deadlines. No schedules to keep except to find shelter before nightfall. No blaring music. No ex-wife chasing me for more money. Just me, my canoe, and my backpack enjoying the sun, the water, and the wilderness of this primitive spot. The Everglades is huge. It is very easy to get lost in here and that is why I chose it. I wanted to get lost and just wander through this primeval wasteland, stopping where and when I wanted to stop. Taking a few pictures with my camera and capturing more images with my memory. I enjoy wilderness. Sometimes I feel as if I was born two hundred years too late. So I take off to some remote wilderness every chance I get. Which is usually only a weekend or three days. Never have I been able to take off for two weeks like this trip. I had started yesterday by leaving my car at the boat dock and canoeing until dark. Then I set up my camp and listened to the sounds of the swamp at night. My campfire burnt brightly as I tried to identify the sounds of the jungle just yards from me. The cry of a bobcat somewhere to the east, the sound of a fish jumping up and breaking water, the hoot of a close-by owl, and the ever present sound of an alligator claiming ownership of the swamp. I enjoyed it all except that I knew that there were snakes around. I love wilderness but I hate snakes. I am afraid of them and one reason that I like to be out like this, is because it forces me to face one of my worst fears. And this area has some of the most deadly snakes in the world. I am very aware that I could wake up in the morning, with a Cottonmouth or rattler sharing the warmth of my sleeping bag with me. So I pick campsites where I can tie my hammock up and keep my butt off of the ground. They can still get to my by dropping on me, but that is not as likely as sleeping on the ground. Last night, which was my first night out here, was very beautiful. I can't wait until we have the full moon next week. I will have to pick my campsites so that I have a clear view of the moon and the reflection of the moon on the water. I have been paddling most of the morning. Just looking at the scenery and enjoying myself. I am staying off of the beaten paths because I don't want to run into anyone or see anything that reminds me that civilization in only a few miles away from me. I try to ignore the floating empty plastic drink bottles discarded by un-caring tourists and the sounds of jets flying overhead, bringing plane loads of tourists to this area. I pulled over to a small long stretch of land and parked my canoe. I got out and was walking through the underbrush, to stretch my legs. I had my walking stick to probe for snakes and my pistol for any snake that got too close to me. Don't get me wrong. I won't kill the snake unless it gets too close and scares the shit out of me. I will bypass it or use my walking stick to move it out of the way. As I carefully walked through the overgrown brushy area, I could hear some noise ahead. I couldn't tell if it was a gator or something even worse - a human. So I eased through the brush and saw a little beach with a canoe pulled up on the beach. I started to turn around and ease quietly back to my area when I saw her. A beautiful naked woman was standing waist deep in the water. It had been her splashing that I had heard. She was naked and her long, black hair flowed down her shapely back. I watched as she dived and swam just below the surface of the water. Then she surfaced and rolled over on her back, doing lazy back strokes, just powerful enough to barely propel her through the water. And to expose those beautiful nipples on her perfect breasts. She was very clearly naked and built. I stopped where I was and just stared. I am only human and this was the most interesting wildlife that I had seen so far. I stood transfixed, watching her float through the water. I was staring at her so hard that I almost missed the barely visible air bubbles that were slowly headed her way. Then I caught sight of the barely visible movement in the water and realized that she was not alone in that lagoon. Experience told me that it was either a gator or a mighty big catfish. If I warn her, then she will know that I have been watching her. I look again at the thing headed for her and instantly react. "Look out," I scream as I jump out of the brush and head for the water as I draw my pistol from its holster. "Gator to your right." She stopped swimming when she heard me and then quickly looked to her right. Whatever she saw was enough to start her swimming furiously for shore. I dropped down to a braced position and took careful aim for where I assumed the head to be on this gator. I squeezed off a shot and the water exploded. A big gator tail came out of the water and smacked the water. Apparently I hit it in a sensitive spot and it had quit chasing her because of its pain. I quickly emptied my clip into the water and it's exposed trashing body. When I finished the last shot, I saw her standing on shore, looking at the gator and at me. She was naked and looked beautiful with the water glistening on her naked luscious body. She said "It's enough. You stopped it and it will go somewhere and die. Let it go and it will leave so it can die in peace." I just stared at her. She was about five foot nine, one hundred and thirty pounds, dark complexion, beautiful face, and a wonderful body. From the dark mass of pubic hair, she was clearly not a natural blond. She looked to be a native Indian. She smiled as she picked up a brush from her backpack and started brushing the tangles out of her flowing long dark hair "Thank you for saving my life. I have been gone from my land too long and got a little careless. How long were you watching me?" I pulled the clip out of my pistol and started re-loading it as I tried to be casual about her naked body, her very attractive naked body. "Sorry that I scared you. I had stopped for lunch on the other side of this little island and was stretching my legs when I saw you. I had only been here for about a minute and was getting ready to leave you to your portion of wilderness when I saw the gator headed to you. If it hadn't been for the gator, then I would have slipped back to my canoe without bothering you. My name is Jeff Daniels." I said. "Serena Jones is the English translation of my names. You would not be able to repeat the pronunciation of my real Seminole name. And thank you for saving my life. I had just pulled into shore for a break and was getting ready to eat some lunch. Would you like to join me?" she asked as she slipped into a pair of cut-off shorts and pulled a T-shirt over her head. "I had just finished my lunch before I started my walk. Thanks for the invitation but I need to go a little deeper in the swamp and find a campground before it gets dark." I said. "Going back into the deep swamp can be dangerous. Are you familiar with that area?" she asked as she opened her backpack and took out some beef jerky. "No, but I have always wanted to visit that area." I replied. "I played there when I was younger. There are not many campsites or open land capable of providing a safe refuge. I am headed back there myself. If you don't mind, why don't we canoe together and go to where I was planning on spending the night. Along the way, I can identify the different places where you can stay. Tomorrow, we can go our separate ways." she said as she put her backpack back into her canoe and looked at me. I ain't crazy. This woman had the type of body that I had dreamed about all my life and she wanted me to travel with her for the rest of the day. And then to stay in the same camp area tonight. I nodded and she smiled as she put her backpack into her canoe and pushed off. "Meet me over by the old Cypress." she said not even looking back to see if I heard her. She knew that I was paying attention to everything that she was doing. I hurried back to my camp, threw my stuff into my canoe and quickly paddled toward the area that she had disappeared into. I found her sitting in her canoe as it floated under the old cypress tree. When I pulled up to her, she said "I love these trees and miss them when I travel. Did you know that Cypress is one of the most durable of all woods? It resists insects and chemical corrosion as well as decay and has a cedar-like smell. The wood lasts for centuries. The cypress doors of St. Peter's in Rome served for 1,100 years and were still sound when replaced by doors of bronze. And what do they do with it in the States? They cut it down to make coffins, acid tanks, docks, pilings, poles, railroad ties and handicrafts. This is an old tree and back in the swamp, I can show you some real old ones that are about 12 centuries old. Think about it. A tree that is 150 feet tall with a limb spread of 80 feet. The roots spread out for support and the knobby knees grow above the water to get air. It's scientific name is Taxodium distichum. My hobby is learning everything I can about nature. If I start boring you with too many facts, please tell me to shut up." I used the knobby knee to slow myself down and to stop by drifting as I said "Please, continue. I am out here to enjoy nature and to learn a little more about this great country of ours. I would be crazy if I passed up a change to learn from someone that really knows about the new things that I am seeing on this trip. I am a little familiar with cypress trees, but obviously not as familiar as you are. How old do you think this particular tree is?" "It's a young tree in cypress lives and a very old tree when compared to gums, willows, maples, and alders normal lifetimes. It was barely breaking the water when Ponce de Leon passed through here in the early 1500's. That little island where we met, used to be a big Seminole camp. The Spaniards dishonored their promises and tried to force my people to show them where the Fountain of Youth was located. A lot of my people died on that island from the guns and disease carried by the Spaniards. They left the island and let it return to nature. My people have not lived there since. I am one of the few people that remember the place and honor it's memory." she said as she pushed her canoe out into the barely moving stream. I pushed off and caught up to her. "Why did Ponce think that your people could show him the Fountain?" She didn't miss a stroke as she said "Because we did know where it was and had people within our tribe that were very familiar with it. The Spaniard was governor of Puerto Rico in 1509 and he heard a legend about an island called Bimini, where there was said to be a spring that restored youth to all who bathed in it. He was seeking this spring when he discovered Florida in 1513. He named the place La Florida after the Spanish term for Easter Sunday--Pascua florida, or flowery feast. He sailed around the peninsula and up the west coast, returning to Florida in 1521. After one of attacks on our villages, he was seriously wounded during an attack and taken back to Cuba, where he soon died. He was a fanatic searching for the Fountain of Youth. He didn't know or care that his history was incorrect. You see, the Fountain of Youth is supposedly a spring that gives eternal youth somewhere in India. Ponce de Leon had established a colony in Puerto Rico, in the West Indies. When he was told by the Indians of a miraculous spring in a northern region called Bimini, he thought it must be the Fountain of Youth. In his search for the fountain he discovered the Bahamas and Florida. The legend was known throughout Europe in the Middle Ages. It apparently originated in northern India and was brought to Europe by travelers and merchants as early as the 7th century AD. There are references to it in early Hindu writings. In the myths of ancient Greece and Rome there was no Fountain of Youth within the reach of people on Earth, but there was a spring of immortality in the spirit world. The Fountain of Youth in time became confused with a Semitic legend of a River of Immortal Life, to be found in paradise. Even Alexander the Great was said to have searched for the River of Immortality in India. So you see, de Leon's search was based upon incorrect facts and legends. He was very frustrated when he landed on our little island and found that we had the same legends in our history. Look out for that snake in the tree." she said as she eased under a low hanging branch. I made a wide detour and had to look very closely to find the snake. If she hadn't mentioned it, I would have never seen it. "How did you see that snake. It blends in and is very difficult to see, even close up like this." "I don't see snakes. I feel them. I sense where they are, what type they are, and what sort of mood they are in. And I also can sense gators. I was remembering my friends that have gone before me and did not catch that gator that was sneaking up on me. That's just a tree snake and you don't have to worry about it." she said as her canoe moved through the water ahead of my canoe. "I don't like snakes. Can't stand them. So anytime that you sense one, please let me know." I said. "Why are you out here then?" she asked. "I love the outdoors. It refreshes me and builds my energy back up. I love the smell and feel of the outdoors. I sometimes think that I was born 200 years too soon. I would give anything to have seen this country as it used to be." I replied as she let me pull up beside her canoe again. She gave a faint smile and said "It was a beautiful country. Take my word for it. I have been around longer than you think and I also miss the wilderness of yesterday. For a white man, you have a nice appreciation of nature. Does your wife share your hobby?" "Not married. And my ex doesn't share anything except my bank account. Is your husband also an Indian?" I asked trying to see if she was married. "I don't believe in marriage any more. I am very familiar with marriage and children. I discovered that sex is not as wonderful after five years and most husbands don't like sharing their wife. I have a healthy sexual appetite and do not plan to slow down by getting married again. My motto became GET IT WHEN YOU CAN GET IT. I love to lie cuddled up with a man but marriage is not for me. It was a choice made for me long time ago." as she said this, her smile turned into a frown. We talked about several things as she led the way through the swamp. She pointed out the difference in fauna and showed me several things that could be eaten safely. I found out that she had been gone from the swamp for over twenty years, although I found that difficult to believe. She didn't look much over twenty so she had to be kid when she left, but she knows too much about these different waterways and vegetation. She paused in her paddling and said "In the middle of that bog is one of the natural springs that feed this swamp. The water is very clear and pure. The old Indian legends call it Pax, which loosely translates to peaceful water in our language. I do not know when I will pass this way again and would like to swim in it. Would you like to join me?" "Yes, lead the way. But the word Pax is Latin meaning peace. How did the old Indians get a Latin name?" I responded as she ducked under a very low hanging tree and eased her canoe into the thicket. "What makes you think that the Spanish were here first? Remember that the legend of the Fountain of Youth is very well known by the people of India, Mongolia, and Turkey. They just couldn't accurately describe where it existed. It is just as plausible that early visitors to this land were from Denmark, China or Egypt, as to think that the Spanish were here first. We need to tie up the canoes and wade through the waist deep water until we get to Pax. And we won't need clothes where we are going. I will bring my hunting knife and flashlight." she said as she pulled off her T-shirt. I watched as she unfastened her shorts and slid out of her moccasins. She stepped out onto a cypress knee and dropped easily into the waist deep water. Her long shinny black hair was flowing around her shoulders and barely covering her shapely breasts. I would have followed her into a snake den at that moment. She watched as I pulled off my shirt and untied my boots. I felt just a little embarrassment as I came out of my shorts because I was afraid that she would see my mild erection so I tried to hide it as I went straight into the water. When I was in the water, she turned and led the way through the bog "Stay close to me so I can caution you about the snakes." she warned. I followed about three feet behind her as she twisted and turned her way around the tree. A couple of times, I wished that I had better sense than to follow a naked Indian through a waist deep swamp with a knife in her hand. But looking at her smooth naked back, I knew that I would have done anything that she wanted. She came to a clearing about ten feet in diameter. The water was clearer than the rest of the swampwater. She said "This is it. The water comes from a very deep underground stream and is crystal clear as you go deeper. This whole swamp has a series of underground caves. We are going to go down about twenty feet and then cut back to our right. There is a cave ledge and within the cave is a air bubble. You have to hold your breath for about thirty seconds. Are you coming with me or waiting here?" "No damn way am I going to sit with my ass in this water waiting for something to sneak up on me. I will take my chances with you." I said. "I thought so. I will make sure that you enjoy this. Come." as she dived into the pool. I went immediately behind her and opened my eyes in the clear water. She was swimming with powerful strokes and I had to push hard to keep up with her. I followed her almost straight down and saw the ledge overhang. I followed her into the narrow cave opening and back about 15 feet into a slightly larger chamber where there was an air bubble between the water level and the rock cave top. She had her flashlight turned on and shining up so I could clearly see the rock walls. "Agh. I almost didn't make it. There is no way to turn around in that narrow passage. How did you know this was here?" I panted as I recovered my breath. "This is an old Indian legend and there are some truths in the legends. We can't stay here long because we will quickly use up the little air. We are going to continue deeper and further back into a larger cave. Are you still coming?" she asked with a big smile knowing that I had no choice. Then she dived. I dived again and followed her through a narrow twisting passage. I could faintly see the passage and follow her through the deepening waterway. When we surfaced this time, there was a narrow ledge in the slightly larger cave. I was standing on the cave floor with the water level about belly button deep and she was at the shallow end where the water was just above her knees. She put her knife on the ledge and said "We have enough air in here for about two hours. Then it will take three months for the air to re-fresh itself. Welcome to Pax. I asked you here for several reasons. First, I wanted to see how much courage you have. I know that you are very terrified of snakes and it took a lot of courage to follow me through that dark swamp. Second, I sense that you are very honest and caring. I will explain later why that is important to me. Third, this is a sacred place of the old ones and is often used in ceremonies. Have you ever made love in a cave? Or in the water? How about in a underwater cave in the water? How about in a ceremonial cave?" It seemed that something was having an effect on her. Her nipples had become large and swollen, like a pair of plump, ripened cherries. My eyes boldly traced her chest, past the flat expanse of her tummy, and came to rest between her thighs that could be seen plainly in the clear water. I yearned for the moment when I could touch and indulge myself in their excitement. Her hands' rose to fondle them, pinching and squeezing the swollen nipples until they were dark pink and ready to explode. She began to twist and pull, using such force that I'd have thought she must be hurting herself had I not seen the look of ecstasy on her face. Then she cupped the pointed mounds and each swollen bud was a dollar-sized space capsule with a fat thumb-sized protrusion a full half inch long. She leaned back against the wall and her dark pussy hair came into view. And then I saw her pink lips. They bulged out, moist and swollen. With her middle and index fingers paralleled to her young slit, she spread herself, revealing open, flowered inner lips. She held the lips apart with one hand while her other hand came down to toy and rub her clit. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets from the sheer pleasure she was administering to herself, and her clit extended from the knotted sheath of flesh like a sword. A finger disappeared between her slippery inner lips and reappeared covered with creamy excitement. The fragrance of her sex became thick in the air and she seductively moved her glistening finger to her own mouth. Her eyes rolled as she tasted herself and then she looked wildly at me eyes as the fingers returned to her waiting pussy and plunged in to the hilt. She gasped and began furiously to finger-fuck herself. "Your breasts are beautiful!" I said as I moved to her so I could kiss and suck her huge nipples. "And you have a nice erection." Her eyes stared at it. She raised her lips to my lips and kissed me as she put her arms around my neck and lifted her body as she wrapped her legs around my hips. Her hard, firm breasts pressed heavily against my chest. After a long, slow, delicious kiss, she asked "I was getting a little turned on, watching you paddle. I want to make love to you, here in the water. How many times can you make me cum in two hours?" As I moved my hand down her firm, tight stomach, she moved her hand so that my fingers could enter her pussy. Her tight pussy yielded at each thrust and my knuckles touched the tender labia causing her to jerk with pleasure. Lubricant poured forth so abundant that it matted her hair and began to run down her legs. I pushed one finger home and rolled my knuckles against her engorged pussy while my other hand furiously rubbed her clit. She moaned loudly as her ass rose from the wall and then her thigh muscles began to ripple. Her body thrashed in orgasm. Despite the fact that her hole was plugged with my finger, I saw it pulsate around them and gush an abundance of cream. It was too much for any man to bare. Her weight was suspended around my waist and neck. My tongue entered her mouth and tried to tie a knot with her tongue as her pubic hair scratched my belly. Her tongue darted into my mouth and we tongue-fucked for several minutes. I had a very hard erection and she used one of her hands to rub my erection against her vagina and ass. I pressed her back against the wall and cupped my hands under her ass as I pressed against her. Her nipples were pressed against my face and the heat of her bush burned my belly. My hands fondled her ass while I kissed and licked every inch of her breasts. When I started to suck her nipples, she began to moan and feed them to me. My hands slid up her back and she settled her pussy against my erection. She used her groove like a slot and pinioned it up and down the length of my straining cock. Her cream began to ooze and bathe us in thick, syrupy lubricant. Every now and then her vaginal opening slid over the cap and engulfed it in a fiery grasp. I thrust up for more but the opening always wriggled away. She guided my hard cock into her warm, wet pussy and I thrust against her as she bounced up and down on my stiff rod. A couple of times, I lost my balance and we went under water temporary , but my cock never left her pussy. It was almost as if she was holding onto me with her vagina muscles. I don't know how long we went after it, but when I finally filled her with my overdue cum, she whispered in my ears "Seven. Seven times. Seven wonderful times. And we still have some time left. We didn't use the full two hours." She slid off of me and looked at me in the faint light. Then she whispered "The clear waters of the Pax spring are used in our ceremonies. They enable us to see the truth and to see some of the future. When I came back to the Everglades, I did not plan to invoke the ceremony. Then I met you and something about you felt right. I brought you here to see who you really are. You are honest. You care. I select you to be my brother. To become one with me and my brothers. To protect and serve our traditions. To become an old one. To replace my dying brother someday in his role as Ashad. I invite you to change your life forever and to join us. As an old one. Will you let me present you to the Council of Old Ones?" "I know nothing about your customs. What is Ashad?" I asked. "I must have the Council's permission before I tell you more. In three days, when I join my brothers, I would like to introduce you to them. If they like you then, I can tell you everything. If not, then we would have had a wonderful fucking time. Would you like to keep me warm at night for the rest of the week?" she said as she played with my semi-hard cock. Chapter 2 - Meeting the Council Members You know what my answer was. We fucked one more time and then left the cave because the air was getting very stale. When we came out of the spring, it was almost dark and we walked in the dark waist deep water back to our canoes. I wasn't too happy about wading through the water at night because gators are most active at night. "Why don't we find a big cypress knee and wait until sunrise?" I asked as I almost tripped over a unseen root. "Nothing is going to bother us. I have spent a lot of years roaming this swamp and know it quite well. And if anything is going to eat me, it is going to be you. Did I tell you that I have a very horny body that needs a lot of sex?" she said as she continued walking. After that statement, I would have followed her through a den of rattlesnakes. We got to the canoes and she led the way through the brush covered bogs until she came to a little island. We beached the canoes, built a little fire, and cooked a light supper. Then we laid curled in each other's arms, naked, exploring each other's body. She was right. She has a very horny body. Thank god for miracles. That next morning, she convinced me to go native. Neither one of us wore any clothes. We put all of the gear into one canoe and pulled it behind us. As we paddled, she taught me how to identify different birds from the sound and sighting. And more vegetation. We were drifting lazy in a sluggish current and not paddling. We were lying in my canoe and she was laying on top of me. She began to kiss down my chest and stopped to suck on my nipples. Her tongue probed my belly button then descended to my erection. She kissed and nibbled up and down its length while her hands stroked it. Then she took my knob into her mouth. When her tongue swirled around the cap I cupped her head. She made a gurgling sound as her mouth came down, taking me deep into her throat. I moaned with pleasure as she consumed my whole cock with a passion. Her head moved up and down, faster and faster, and I knew I would come soon. I warned her, but she sucked even harder until finally I could delay no longer. I exploded in her mouth and she continued to suck me while my cum filled her mouth. She even managed to swallow most of it before she moved her mouth away. I rose up on my elbows to watch her lick my spent cock clean. It turned me on so much that I was hard again before she was finished. "It's my turn!" I said as I pushed her onto her back. "Oh god, just don't turn the canoe over. I can't wait." She spread her legs wide open. I looked at her dark pussy for a glorious moment, a beautiful sight, covered with syrupy cream and opened for me. I poked a finger into the tight hole, then removed the glistening digit and lifted it to my lips. She intercepted my hand and pulled the finger to her own mouth to taste her own juices. It turned me on. After she sucked my finger clean I plugged it back into her oozing hole. I leaned forward and sucked her clit while I thrust my finger in and out. She moaned and her hands came down to my head as she pulled me to her roughly. Her tight cunt pulsated around my finger and I guessed she must be coming. I blindly moved the finger up to her waiting mouth and rammed my tongue deep into her pussy. She licked and sucked her come from my fingers while I drank the nectar straight from her hole. It was delicious! I tongued her pussy until the orgasm had passed, then kissed up the muscular belly to her breasts. I stopped to suck on her nipples amazed at how hard they remained. I finally reached her mouth and we kissed wetly. While our tongues became a single mouth, I thrust my erection against her slippery slit. I knew it was time when her hand wormed in between us. She guided my cock to her pussy and it slipped into her hot, tight hole. "Fuck me, Jeff. Did I tell you that you make me even more hornier than I am normally?" Serena moaned as she dropped a hand to the inside of her knee. Tantalizingly, slowly, she slid her fingers up her long smooth thigh until they grazed her drenched labia. She touched her breasts with her other hand, fingertips stroking slowly across uptilted nipples. She licked her lips delicately, then smiled. Her fingers were tracing the length of her pussy lips and sporadically disappearing between them. I wanted her under me and I wanted my cock to be her fingers. She cupped her tits and aimed the proud pink nipples at me. Deliberately, slowly, I lowered my aching cock down into her hot, wet pussy until my groin was firmly pressed against her pubic arch. She squeezed triumphantly and we began to fuck. Wet sounds gurgled from Serena's pussy but I didn't care, just kept moving my cock in and out. "Mmmm. God, you have a nice cock. You feel so good and you make me so wet inside. You don't know how great it feels to have a hard cock banging away inside you. This is ten times better sex. You can't imagine how great this whopper feels inside me!" Aflame with ardor I could not speak. She smiled and began to squeeze a rippling rhythm on my testicles. Pleasure caused me to fuck with long deep thrusts. Her hot little hole was moving with me and her tilted hips matched me thrust for thrust. "Oh mmmmm, Jeff, I'm gonna cum!" Serena groaned and I froze, sure that any further motion would send me over the edge, too. I pumped my cock within the orgasmic grasp of her pussy. She jerked up and down, twisting furiously. My cock sloshed in and out until suddenly the first squirt splashed into the depths of her vagina. I moaned and slammed home with what I knew would be an enormous load. She giggled and continued to milk my balls until they were spent. "Now it's time for the best part." Serena spoke in a teasing voice. She rolled me onto my back. Her cum filled pussy came down on my mouth. I knew what cum looked like, and felt like, but I wasn't sure I was ready for a load of my cum flowing into my mouth from a pussy! It was hot but delicious! I opened my mouth wide and implored Serena to drain her pussy and fill me. What I couldn't swallow dripped from my lips. My tongue was still slimy from the excess when she got off my face and pulled my mouth to hers for a kiss that opened my eyes. Her tongue worked into my mouth, and she was actually sucking my come out! Her hand grasped my cock, stroking it roughly, and her bare tits were irresistible melons wriggling over my chest. "That was great. Don't know how we kept from turning the canoe over. You can't imagine what it is like to feel the sexual pleasure that only a woman can experience. I love my body and it's sexual appetite, but sometimes I just can't get enough. We just had a hell of a good fucking and my body is demanding more." she panted as she stroked her pussy. It was obvious that she found the view arousing as hell. Despite the big orgasm she had all over and around my cock, her pussy was beginning to glow again. The more she rubbed herself, the hornier and wetter she became. We did turn the canoe over this time. But the water was shallow enough so that I could stand flatfooted while she pumped up and down on me. When we finished, the canoe was not seen anywhere. It had drifted out of sight. We swam downstream and found them caught up in some low handing vines. The next two days and nights were the same. We would paddle two or three strokes and then fuck for two or three hundred strokes. I almost maintained a permanent erection. The fourth morning, she reminded me that she had to meet her brothers and she wanted me to come with her. We paddled for about half the day, stopping only once to enjoy each other's body and to put our clothes back on. About three in the afternoon, we came to an inlet with some cabins, a little swimming beach, and some tied-up boats. We pulled our canoes up on the shore and someone called from the biggest cabin "We are in here Serena." We walked up the path to the cabin and entered. There were about six attractive women in the cabin. Four of them were clearly Indians, one was Black and one Asian woman. In the middle of the room, was a bed with an elderly Indian woman propped up. "Welcome Serena, we have missed you and are glad that you were able to come. Please pardon me but I can't get out of bed. Who is your handsome friend?" said the elderly woman as she smiled at me. "This is Jeff Daniels. I would like to propose him for membership into the council. Jeff, this is my .... my oldest living relative, Alice." she said as she kissed the woman on the cheek. "Jeff, you should be honored. Very few people are ever proposed for membership into the Council and for Serena to propose you, is even more of an honor. I regret that because of my illness, I cannot show you the courtesy that I would like to offer you; nor spend much time with you because we have some business to take care of. Carol, would you escort Jeff to cabin 5 and help him put away his camping gear while Serena and I catch up on some business that we need to discuss. I have some things that I have to make sure that they are taken care of." she responded. The black woman got up, and put her arm around my waist to lead me. "Sure, Alice. Jeff, let's go put your gear up and spread out your wet clothes. How long has it been since you had a hot shower?" she asked as she gestured toward the door. I looked at Serena and she smiled as she said "Go ahead Jeff. And remember my motto works for you also." I paused and looked at her but she had already turned back to Alice and they were talking in a very low voice. She had told me a couple of days ago that her motto was to get it while you can. But what did that mean? I let Carol lead me over to one of the cabins as she quizzed me. How long has I known Serena? Where am I from? Have I ever been married? What high school did I go to? What do I like to eat? Have I ever been overseas? What are my hobbies? Where do I work? She didn't follow the usual flow of questions but jumped around as if she was trying to get me to think about different parts of my life. By the time that we got my gear up to the cabin and she had showed me the shower facilities, she had asked about fifty different questions about my life. She said that she was going to go check on dinner and for me to get cleaned up. I dug out my shaving gear, some clean clothes and took my dirty clothes with me. In the shower house, I put my dirty clothes in the washing machine and striped down after wrapping a towel around my waist. I shaved and entered the shower stall. It was dark in there because the light was burned out. I loved the feeling of the hot water stream pounding against my skin. After a few moments of luxuriating, I reached for the shampoo. I put some in my hair and worked up a good lather. The soap ran down into my eyes, and if I opened them, it hurt like hell. I heard a click and cool air swish across my wet body. Somebody had opened the door. The door closed and I felt something brush against me. I wasn't alone in here. I started to turn around but the course pubic hair rubbing against my ass and the nipples brushing my back felt mighty good. "Serena?" I asked but a finger to my lips silenced me. I tried to open my eyes and look but the soap made them sting too bad. Her hands began to soap my back. I turned around and my hands encountered large breasts, wet and slick with soap. They were not Serena's breasts. I had sucked on them enough over the last several days to have memorized them. These breasts were larger and were just at firm, but they were definitely not Serena's. "Who are you?" I asked. "Serena is not the only horny woman around here. Have you ever been with a black woman before?" she said and I recognized Carol's voice. "Yes, but it was a long time ago." I said as I pulled her body against mine. "It wasn't so long ago. You were in the Army. You and your buddy picked up a prostitute. She had large sagging tits and her box was very loose, even though she was a relatively young woman. You worried for days that you would catch the clap, didn't you?" she asked with a giggle. "Yes, I did, but how did you know that?" I asked amazed that she knew that about me. I had almost forgot about it, it had been so long ago. "I know more about you than you think. My job is to learn everything about you that I can. I know that one of your childhood fantasy's was to make love in a dark shower so I unscrewed the light bulb while you were going through your pack. But enough of that for now, I want you. I want to fill you inside me. I want to feel your wet chest slide against my wet breasts. I want to make love to you and to get out of here before the hot water is all gone." she said as she continued rubbing soap all over me. I fumbled for another bar and returned the favor. She was right. I had some childhood fantasies about doing this but how did she know? I quit wondering about how as my hands wandered over her wonderful body. She was young, beautiful, and had quite a firm figure. My hands explored every curve of her body. She didn't shy away, and welcomed any thing that I wanted to do. The only sound in the shower stall was the hiss of the water jet and faint but heavy breathing. Her hands were very skillful. I was quite aroused and she moved down to my hips with her soap. Several times I almost climaxed, but each time she backed off just in time, prolonging the experience. She knew exactly what she was doing. Then she put the bar away and rubbed her whole body against my body. The wet, slippery sensation was almost too much to resist. Suddenly she raised up and the next thing I knew I was inside her. We wrapped arms around each other and slowly writhed together standing under the hot stream pouring down on us. Except for her whimpering, she didn't make a sound. I climaxed in a huge spasm as she started climaxing and screaming. I didn't care that her screams could be heard all over the island. And that everyone would know what we were doing. We stood there in the shower, panting and trying to recover. I was still buried deep inside her and she whispered "Don't say a word and just concentrate on how nice your cock feels in my warm wet pussy. I am going to say some phrases and I just want you to listen to the word and relax. Let me do all of the work." And I felt her vagina muscles start squeezing my semi-hard cock as she whispered "Love. Sex. Money. Religion. Family. Woman. Man. Job. Death. Honor. Trust. Preserve. Word. Military. Fear. Desire. Eat. Children. School." and she kept going on saying different words, leaving about a three second pause between each word. I was doing what she wanted. My attention was focused entirely on the wonderful sensations that her constricting vagina muscles were momentary enjoying. She could play these word games with me all day because I was really enjoying myself. After a couple of minutes, I was doing a slow hump as she rode me, with her back braced against the wall as she moaned and continued "High school girlfriend. First fuck. Oh, god, yes, like that. Pets. Favorite clothes. Pet peeves. The first time that you masturbated. Bisexual experiences. Favorite color. Oh, god, Jeff, you are going to make me scream myself hoarse in a minute. Ice cream. Your mother's death." and she went on with this nonsense list as I pumped her. Then the water turned cold. We had ran out of hot water. It only took a couple of moments for us to get out of the shower and for me to carry her to the bench where we continued fucking. And she screamed and beat on my chest as we climaxed. Again, we came together. She separated from me after a couple of minutes and said "We used up all of the hot water. Remind me to tell Alice that we need a bigger hot water tank." as she got up and commenced to put her clothes back on. "Why did you ask me all those weird words?" I questioned as I dressed. "I don't normally tell anyone this, but tomorrow, you will know everything about us. So it won't hurt to tell the truth. I can sense things. When I say something, it causes you to think about it momentary and I can sense what you are thinking. I got quite a complex image of you from saying those seeming random words. Although Serena wants you to join us, Alice wants to make sure that you are qualified and capable of joining us. So you might say that I was checking you out, to see who you are and to see who you could become. I am going to concur with Serena's request and recommend that you be permitted to join the council." she responded as she opened the door. "Wait, tell me about this Council." I said as I followed her outside. "No, that is Serena and Alice's responsibility. You will know everything tonight. And don't worry. You are perfect for us. I look forward to you being my brother." and she laughed as she marched back to the main cabin. I returned to the cabin and laid down on the cot to think about everything that occurred on this trip. What did they have planned for me? What is going on around here. I was still thinking about what to do, when I went to sleep. Exhausted from my afternoon with Carol. Chapter 3 - The Invitation "Jeff, wake up." said a distant voice as I was pulled back into the real world from my dreams. "Come on, Jeff. Wake up. Alice is ready for you." said Serena. I finally got my eyes open and saw Serena standing at the end of the bed. I looked around and could see that it was night outside. "How long have I been asleep?" I asked groggily. "About three hours. Carol must have really drained your energy level." she laughed with a big smile. I didn't say anything. I just got up and motioned her to lead on. She took me by the hand and talked to me as we walked the short distance to the main cabin. "Hello Jeff, I hoped that you slept comfortably after your shower with Carol. It sounded like you found some common interests with her. I started to come over once and see if you were interested in a menage de trois. But with all this young pussy floating around here, I knew that it would be a long time before you would even consider letting me give you a blow job. Such is one of the penalties of growing old and looking old. But enough of that. Time is growing real short for me. We have an invitation for you. Please sit down." said Alice, still laying in her bed. I entered the room and saw that it was empty except for the three of us. I was still half asleep and didn't feel too vocal, so I just nodded and sat down. "How familiar are you with the legend of the Fountain of Youth?" inquired Alice. "Just what I remember from school history. Ponce de Leon thought that the Fountain was more than a legend and that it existed in Florida. Then he spent several years searching for it." I replied. "Correct. The legend of the Fountain of Youth is associated with the exploration of America in our time. Explorers prior to de Leon placed the spring somewhere in India. All of the legends have the same basic facts. A spring that gives eternal youth. The legend was known throughout Europe in the Middle Ages. It apparently originated in northern India and was brought to Europe by travelers and merchants as early as the 7th century AD. There are references to it in early Hindu writings. In the myths of ancient Greece and Rome there was no Fountain of Youth within the reach of people on Earth, but there was a spring of immortality in the spirit world. The Fountain of Youth in time became confused with a Semitic legend of a River of Immortal Life, to be found in paradise. Alexander the Great was said to have searched for the River of Immortality in India. Ponce de Leon had established a colony in Puerto Rico, in the West Indies. When he was told by the Indians of a miraculous spring in a northern region called Bimini, he thought it must be the Fountain of Youth. In his search for the fountain he discovered the Bahamas and Florida. He was very ruthless in his search and wasted many native Indian villages trying to force someone to take him there. But he never found the spring." she turned so that she could recline a little more comfortably. "He listened to so many repeats of the legend that he assumed it had to be true. He even questioned individuals that were supposed to have benefited from the spring. But he could never convince anyone to provide positive proof. Even if his questioning resulted in the death of the person being examined. There was wholesale destruction of complete villages and tribes to convince everyone to assist him. Finally, an arrow found a weak spot in his armor and pierced his lung. He returned to Puerto Rico and died, still convinced that the fountain existed. And he was right. It does exist, but does not possess the powers that he thought it did. Most legends are based upon some real facts. There is a Fountain of Youth and we know where it is. All of the women that you see on this island are members of the Council of Old Ones and have enjoyed the benefits of the spring. Serena has proposed you for membership and Carol concurs that you would be a welcome addition to our small group. Therefore, with the permission of the other members, I have been authorized to discuss the fountain with you and to extend an invitation to join us." she said, looking me squarely in the eyes. Before I could say anything, she continued "The benefits are not for everyone. A lot of people visited the spring and slept in the waters. Some people benefited from it. A lot of people did not and caused problems that were extremely disastrous. A Council of Old Ones was established to control access to the spring and to monitor how the powers of the spring were used. Over the years, the number of people benefiting from the spring dropped. The Council decided that it's power was not appropriate for the masses and limited it's access to about thirty people. We have twenty seven now and my death sometime this year will drop us to twenty six. I had called this council to request permission to seek three new recruits. Serena discovered you in the swamp and thought that you were a good candidate. Carol, has a unique power to sense things about people. She can say a word and get thought and memory patterns about the person. She does find you attractive and would have had sex with you willingly, but today's episodes were required examination of you by the Council. She reported that your mental processes are very solid, that you have a strong honest character, and that you are dependable. She seconded your recommendation. Therefore, by unanimous decision by the Council, I can issue an invitation to you to join us." She started coughing and gave me a chance to think while Serena got her a glass of water. So that was why Carol kept saying those weird combinations of words and asking off-the-wall questions. "Thank you. Over the years I have watched many people die and now that it is my turn, I plan to accept my fate with as much dignity as I can. Where were we? Ah, yes. The Council has to strictly control the fountain. Sometimes, the fountain gives extra powers, such as the power that Carol has. When that occurs, we have to make sure that the person with the power is capable of correctly using it's power. Some of our members were not able to handle the extra life and caused problems. They wandered all over the world telling about the fountain and the legend began in several countries. Then as happens to all legends, the legend changed over the years until it's present version. Now, you should know that the powers of the fountain are limited. There is no Fountain of Youth. It is the Aroid de Fountain in our language. It does not turn anyone into a younger version of themselves. And you will eventually die, as you can see by my personal example. It's real powers are quite different. Now before I go any further and tell you more, I have to know if you are going to accept our invitation and join us. If you decline, then I will stop my story here and you will continue your life as if we never existed. If you accept, I will continue and we will take you to the Fountain tomorrow. You will give up your life as you know it now and become one of us." she said as she paused for my answer. "I don't know what to say. I have never considered anything like this and don't have an prepared answer." I looked at Serena. "Jeff, I know how confusing this can be. I remember when I was provided this chance and had to quickly made a decision. I made it and have never regretted it. And it does work. Jeff, I was raped by one of de Leon's soldiers. I worked as a slave at Jefferson's plantation. I tanned buffalo hides for William Cody. I lived as a princess in Africa for twenty years. I am almost six hundred years old. I have some bad memories of loved ones dying that were normal mortals but I have never regretted my decision. You have nothing to lose but death within the next sixty years." she said quietly. I have been fucking a six hundred year old woman. No way. This can't be real. However, if it is, then I am passing up the chance in a lifetime. I thought about everything that I knew about this and all of the possible problems for about two minutes. Neither Serena nor Alice said a word while I thought. Then I said "I accept." Alice smiled and Serena gave me a big hug. When Serena released me, Alice continued "The fountain does not provide immortality. It is possible to be killed. However, wounds that will kill mortals can be survived. It will take a very damaging wound before you die. Our bodies have a tremendous healing capability. We can re-grow a leg or arm in about two years. Our skin rejuvenates and removes any scars. I remember when Serena was raped by that Spanish soldier. He rapped her while his compadres held her. Then he stabbed her with his knife and left her bleeding to what he thought was sure death. Six weeks later, a healed Serena cut his throat and watched him die as he tried to figure out how she was still alive. Cathy, the Indian that was cooking when you arrived, lost most of her leg to a gator about seven years ago. If she had lost the lower half of her body, then she might have died, but it takes a severe injury before death becomes a reality. So body rejuvenation from most wounds is a power that you will have. I suggest that you don't test it to see how far you can push your rejuvenation." She took a sip of water and proceeded "And you will eventually die. I am about nine hundred years old. The fountain will give you the youth and body of a person that is about twenty to twenty three years old. You can eat all of the food that you want or not eat food and remain looking the same. It is impossible to get fat and to die from starvation. So your clothes will always fit you. Over the years your age will remain constant and then one day, age will suddenly start taking a toll on you. You will look in a mirror one day and see that you are starting to age. When that occurs, you will age fast. About three years ago, I was just as young looking and active as my fellow members. Within three short years, I aged fifty years. I expect to die within the next month and accept my long deferred inevitable result. My demise requires that the Council appoint a new leader and to fill the missing positions. So you will die someday, but not for at least six hundred to one thousand years from now." "Your body can withstand other punishment that would destroy normal bodies. You will feel heat and cold but they cannot destroy you. You could hike naked to the top of Mount Everest or across the Sahara Desert without damaging your body. I have journeyed around the world six different times. The first time took me almost three hundred years. I walked across ice flows and swam in icy ocean water until I reached what is now known as Asia. I traveled through Africa and Asia and saw my older sister in India. She is the reason that the legend focused on India for so many years. I traveled with Vikings who were eager to have a guide take them across the Atlantic to America. But enough of my story for now. You need to know what is in store for you. Serena, I am getting cold. Hand me that blanket, dear." she said. After Serena placed the blanket on her, she continued "Sometimes the Fountain gives additional powers. Both Serena and Carol have the capability to feel and know what someone is thinking. Carol's power is a lot stronger. Did I tell you that she was a slave that escaped to the swamp prior to the Civil War? Get her to tell you about the affair that she had with Mark Twain. She is one of our newer members and her power is quite strong. She can actually feel memories of a person as they think about things. That is why, she asked you such seemingly unrelated questions, to get you to open that portion of your mind to her mental research. Roberta is able to project her thoughts. Only thing is that she can't direct it to just one person and everyone gets the same thought. And some of the others have almost as unique gifts. So you see why we control access. We don't know what, if anything extra, that you will be able to do. So we want to make sure that you are capable of using it wisely before we accept you as one of us. It is no fun to have to capture and kill a sister that is misusing her powers. Is it cold in here or is it just me?" she asked. Serena lied and said "It is getting colder in here. Just relax, my loved one." Alice briefly shut her eyes but she continued "Limited immorality. Body rejuvenation. X-power as we call the unknown potential. All of those wonderful capabilities. Serena, why don't you explain the initiation to our future brother." Serena looked at Alice and I could see a glimmer of a tear form in her eyes as she thought about the sister that was getting closer to death. "I will take you to a cave. The cave is an underwater cave and there is a long swim in. But you can do it because I will be beside you. Then we will crawl through the cave to the chamber. In the chamber, we will have to do something that you will find very unpleasant at first. But it is necessary and I will defer those specifics until we get there. The end result is that your body will be injected with a starter serum. Then you will immerse your body in the Fountain. The serum and fountain will make you run a fever. You will sleep in the Fountain while I watch you. When you wake, you will be somewhat changed. I will help you return to our island, where you will rest for three days. Then we go back and do the same thing. When you wake that time, you will be greatly changed. We will return and you must relax for two weeks. Then we will return to the Fountain for the last time. When you wake that time, you will be the new you and one of us completely. No further treatment is necessary." she said. "The treatment takes over two weeks. I don't think that I can take all of that time off." I said. "Don't worry about it. You will become a full fledged member of the Council, sharing in all of our common resources. We are all multi- millionaires several times over and don't have to worry about ever working a single day or doing anything that we don't want to do. You will be the new you and you will start your new life. We will assist you as you need us to help. And your old life no longer exists. You are no longer that person. You will adopt a new identity. Adopting the identity is always the most difficult transition. You see, when you finish the treatment, you are no longer a man. You will have a woman's body and a woman's desires." she said. Chapter 4 - Thinking about the changes A woman. I am going to get a sex change. Serena gave a mild laugh and continued "I knew that you would have a little difficulty with that concept, so I didn't discuss it until last. All of the Council members were born men. The treatment does not work with a natural woman. I was about thirty-five years old when I became a twenty three year old woman. The thing that helped me adapt the easiest, was that your body also becomes more sexually stimulated. I would never go back to being a man if I had to give up my sexual feelings and desires. I can't really describe the difference, but you will find it difficult to keep from becoming a prostitute for the first several years because you will want to experience sex almost every waking moment. And Alice didn't mention that you will also not have to worry about normal sickness nor disease. You can't catch or pass any disease and will never have allergy problems or colds again. Think about it this way. You are not the same person that you were five years ago or ten years ago. Every day of your current life, you change your looks, your attitude and the way that you react to things. It is just as easy to go from being a man to being a woman. The first couple of weeks, you will be a little confused and timid, thinking that everyone knows that you used to be a man. But as you can see from the rest of us, we don't look like men and we adapt a lot easier than you think. The main difference between men and women is their attitude. I used to be a warrior. I wanted to be a great war chief, and lead my people into a victory battle. I found it quite easy to go from a breechcloth to a dress, from being a great hunter to being a great cook, from being a good father to giving birth to my own children, from having sex with many women to sucking my man's cock." "Damn, don't know about that cock sucking but you offer an interesting perspective of how easy it is to change your life. It may be worth it, just to get rid of my allergies. How do I become a woman? What will I look like?" I asked. "The treatment is three steps. In the first treatment, you lose your facial and other masculine body hair. Your muscle tissue becomes softer and your body becomes smaller, more feminine. You will lose about thirty pounds of body mass. You develop some small breasts, small for a woman but big for a man. And your hips will spread a little. Your penis will shrink. But you are still more of a man than you are a woman. In the second treatment, you get more feminine. You lose another thirty pounds of body mass and size. Your voice changes, your hips spread, you lose more body mass, and your breasts go through more expansion. At this time, you appear to be a woman, but someone could easily recognize the masculine features and think that you are a man that has gone through a sexual surgical process with hormone treatments. You still have a penis, but it is about the size of a clitoris. You have a little vagina but it is not fully formed or capable of normal sex as a woman. Your face is softer and has become more feminine looking. The last treatment gives you the body that you will have for the rest of your life. Your breasts will greatly enlarge and firm up. Your nipples and areola will develop. Your penis is gone and your vagina is fully functional. You will have periods and can get pregnant. Your hips are normal woman hips. Your body mass is a normal woman's body mass. Most men lose about sixty to one hundred pounds and about three or four inches in height. We think that the final result is what you would have looked like, if you had been born a natural woman. When you finish the third treatment, you will have the same hair length that you have now, but that will quickly grow to a more feminine length if you desire. I kept my head shaved for about a year when I was in the Spanish prison." she said then she held up both of her hands. "Look at my hands. They both look the same but there are some slight differences. When the palms are face up, then both thumbs are on the outside. They are mirror images of each other. When I first started using my hands, I started using one hand more than the other. I became right handed. There was nothing wrong with my left hand, but I preferred to use my right hand. After a little time, I did just about everything that required only one hand, with my right hand. I did use my left hand for some things, but the right hand was the dominant hand of choice. Everytime I learned a new skill, it was with my right hand because it seemed easier because it seemed to be easier to learn with my right, rather than with my left. There was nothing that I was doing with my right hand that I could not have done just as easy with my left hand, if I wanted to. And if learned how. Once I learned how, then my left hand did just as good a job as my right. Then some things became more natural for me to do with my left hand. It is the same with your natural sexual preferences. Everyone has a masculine and feminine side. When you were a baby, your parents wrapped you in a blue instead of a pink blanket. They bought you toy guns to play with instead of buying you toy dolls. They taught you to display your masculine characteristics and to hide your feminine characteristics. They enrolled you in boy sports at school because they wanted you to learn the boy sports. Your parents taught you to hide your feminine side and to strengthen your masculine side, because of peer pressure and because they were taught by their parents to do it this way. They could have taught you just as easy, to hide your masculine side and to emphasize your feminine side if your peers were doing the same thing. Look at all of the Scottish men that wear dresses but call them kilts to differentiate between women's and men's clothing. Your parents could have taught you just as easy to let your hair grow long, to color it, to wear lipstick, to wear eye make-up, yet still be a man. Peer pressure and your parents compliance with peer pressure are the only reasons that you dress, and act the way that you do now. When I and most of my brothers became a woman, we had a big cultural change