Canoeing Camping and Cuttlefish Canoodling
My 21 Day Monster Canadian Canoe Trip
I don’t know if it’s the lack of food, the heat, sun or a combination of all three, but my mind is playing tricks on me. I’m only three days into a 21-day canoe trip in Canada and I had to take a longer break then planned. It’s to be my longest solo trip yet and this isn’t the best start.
Since halfway through my first day, I’ve been feeling something randomly bumping the bottom of my canoe . . . often getting close to tipping me over! It’s right near the end of the Sockeye Salmons journey upstream to the Adams River to lay their eggs. But I haven’t seen too many still swimming at this point. Even if there were a bunch, they wouldn’t be hitting my canoe bottom that hard.
Finding a flatter spot along the river, I pop up my tent and settle in for the night. I was extra careful to not leave any food unsealed, so I shouldn’t be attracting any bears. Yet here I am hiding in my tent just before sunrise to the sounds of something large along the rivers edge.
I stay as quiet and as motionless as possible as the noises continue. Just never a snarl, snort or growl to be heard. If it is a bear . . . its a very calm and quiet one. Finally an audible noise beyond physical movement . . . but nothing like I’ve ever heard!
It was a beautiful humming noise that was creating what seemed like a musical pattern? It wasn’t from far away. This noise was coming from whatever has been making all those other sounds just outside my tent!
Curiosity wins out over safety, and I pull the zipper down to see a naked woman with four long braids and a very odd looking hairstyle? She has to know my tent is right here! I calmly say, “Good morning?” Can’t help but say it as a question . . .
She turns to me and I see she’s wearing those large solid black contacts to make her eyes look as if they’re 100% pupil. That for sure caught me off guard, but not as much as her silently waving myself towards her.
With her being naked, I was doing my best to be polite and try to look away. Just once that eye contact was made, I couldn’t turn my head if I wanted to. I can only assume she doesn’t know English, because she only used hand gestures.
Pointing at me, then at her. Simple enough, that means us or we. Then she made a small donut with her right hand fingers and fucked it with the index and middle fingers of her left hand. Ok . . . that one I know also. Or at least I thought I did . . .
I stripped out of my boxers from last night and my cock was ready and willing to fuck anything hot and wet! Moving closer, some details I missed before come into focus. Details I wasn’t sure how to handle!
That odd hair style . . . not hair at all, but sharp bone like protrusions sticking out of her head! In a line from the center front of her scalp, first getting bigger in size and then smaller once reaching the back of her neck!
These sharp protrusions on her head matched perfectly to the smaller ones running the length of her tail! TAIL! SHE HAS A FUCKING TAIL! Now I’m back to being silent and motionless, just while being naked, erect and right out in the open for her to see . . . or attack!
She stands up calmly and I can tell she’s not going to attack . . . thank God! Looking at me, she tips her head and does the double finger donut fuck motion again . . . except this time, holding her straight fingers in place and sliding her faux donut back and forth over them.
I can tell she wants to give me a hand job . . . but wants my permission? I’m all in on this plan! I get to cum and shouldn’t have to worry about getting freshwater crabs. Giving her a nod, she walks slowly towards me and moves behind to cuddle my back with her naked breasts and arms!
With her body, she starts pushing me closer to the river, so I move as she wants, until I get to the point I’m worried she may want to drown me . . . so I stop and try to turn to face her.
Her four long braids spring into action and grab around my forehead and neck to hold me in place against her firm breasts! Her long tail swings around in front of us and I was ready for the sharp end to sink into my chest! That does not happen.
She uses it to point at several areas near the rivers edge, just short of the water. Her hands have wrapped around the base and shaft of my cock and proceeded to give it the most pleasurable strokes I’ve ever felt!
Something warm and sticky is oozing from her palms! No idea what it is, but it’s acting as the perfect type of lube for a nice long hand job! I stop fighting her so her tentacle like braids loosen up from my neck and forehead . . . while staying near enough if needed again.
As the pressure gets more intense and I’m close to unloading, she starts back up with her musical and very hypnotic humming. I’m not sure if it’s the sounds being so close to my ears or feeling the vibration of the humming through her firm breasts, but either way, it’s causing such intense pleasurable feelings through every inch of my body!
I scream loudly as I start to squirt while she continues to pump, directing the head of my cock and path of my massive semen sprays! Right along the hard rock of the Rivers edge! Back and forth, up and down, like we’re putting out a fire!
Amazingly, I shoot several cups worth of my seed before this is over! Falling to my knees, in exhaustion, I tell her, “Thank You” figuring we’re done . . . because I know I sure am!
She shakes her head at me while the sharp tip of her tail is now pointing in an angry way at some other areas along the rock I didn’t previously sperm spackle. I shrug my shoulders in response because I’m way more then spent.
Helping me back to my feet, she struggles to form and speak the word, “Please!” Her auto lubing hands wrap once again around my shaft and continue to stroke me even more . . . but there’s just no more to be had! I try to turn and tell her and am quickly stopped by her tentacle braids as her humming starts back up!
Cum or not, this is just the most pleasurable of feelings between her holding me, her firm breasts press against me, her adding one thigh and now the even louder humming! Holy fuck! My balls are quickly getting heavy and swollen again!
They are going to fucking pop if I don’t unload and unload soon! I point where they were pointing and give a fast spinning finger motion for hurry up! She understands what I’m saying and moves me into position to put out more of her fires!
My screams of pleasure echoed back from the other side of the river as I unloaded what had to be twice as much as before! This time when I went down to my knees, I noticed some marks on her shoulder the same color as the paint on my canoe . . .
I slump down to my side and pass out completely exhausted . . .
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Wow! Dreaming and now sleep walking! Fucking lucky I didn’t walk or roll into the river or get eaten by a bear! Sleeping right out in the open like this! What the fuck is wrong with me?
It’s almost sunset and I have zero energy. Only choice is to drink as many liquids and eat as many proteins as I can and a get goodnights sleep. My trip will have to continue tomorrow.
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Hands down the most bizarre dream I’ve ever had. Even though I know it was a dream, I check the rivers edge for any signs of my four plus cups of jizz splatter. You’d think there’d be some sign . . . if any of that actually happened. Nothing! Nothing at all!
The rest of my trip upstream to my goal spot and all the way back was pretty uneventful, beyond the gorgeous views. My God this is just so beautiful and so peaceful!
I come upon the spot I met whatever she was . . . or imagined meeting her? It wasn’t time to camp, so I just hung out for a few hours waiting and hoping. She never showed up . . . beyond a few times in some of my daydreams. I have to admit this made me sad . . .
Only three days to go and I’m constantly hearing very quiet and very soft tapping all over the bottom of my canoe. I know for a fact it’s way past spawning time and I don’t see any fish even near me, so am trying to figure out what is going on?
This odd soft tapping happens continually as I paddle . . . never letting up for even a second. It isn’t until being back to the starting place of my trip, and lifting my canoe out of the River that I notice a pinkish cloud in the water?
There are noises coming from the cloud? Leaning closer to hear them. “ydydyadydydydydyaddydddydyyddyddyadddyyyayayydyy” Its just a blending of hundreds of tinier noises forming one louder group noise?
Scooping my hand in the water to pick up the tiniest bit of the pink cloud, I move it to my ear to hear, “Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy . . .”
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