Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2013 11:55:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jane Parks <janeparkshot@yahoo.com>
Subject: Canoe Trip

Canoe Trip
Jane Parks

(f/F, ffff/F, F/F,  Humil.)

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"Come on, Lisa," Joanie said to her co-worker with just
a note of exasperation in her voice.

"You know it would be fun to go canoeing with us.  At
least it'll get you out of your stupid apartment for
two days."

Lisa appeared more than just a little unhappy as she
sadly contemplated Joanie's proposal.  Lisa was
positive that the absolute last thing she wanted to do
on this earth was to join Joanie on a two day
whitewater canoeing trip with a clutch of four fifteen
year old girls who had talked Joanie into going with
them primarily so that their parents would allow them
to do it.  It seems that this little gaggle of teenage
girls had glommed onto Joanie at the beginning of the
summer when she had done a month-long volunteer stint
at a local youth day camp as part of the company's good
corporate neighbor policy.  Now that the end of summer
was near and school was almost in session, this quartet
of adolescent schoolgirls had concocted the canoe trip
idea as something to do to get them all out of the
house one last time before the drudgery of back to
school set in.

Joanie hadn't argued with them one little bit when the
girls approached her with the canoe trip idea.  In
fact, she had quite happily gone along with their
sneaky little scheme.  That was because Joanie most
definitely had her own less than altruistic reasons for
agreeing to chaperone the girls.  She viewed the
prospect of being off alone with her four adolescent
female charges as potentially quite stimulating, to say
the least, given all the interesting, yummy things she
had learned about them during her stint at the day
camp.  And while she was at it, Joanie decided to add
just a little bit more spice to the canoe trip by
roping her co-worker Lisa into going along.  You see,
there was just no denying the fact that Joanie had a
major case of the hots for her co-worker and a super
sized yen to have Lisa all to herself way out in the
wild where she could really get at her undisturbed.
The tantalizing thought of that wanton prospect made
Joanie's thong wet every time it flashed across her
licentious little mind.

Joanie had therefore decided to concoct the trumped up
rationale that she really needed a second adult to
accompany the girls and her on their canoeing trip in
order to conscript Lisa's consent to go along with them.

So now she was really pressing Lisa hard to come
along.

It seems that over their past year of working together,
Joanie had pretty much figured little Lisa out.  It
turned out that Lisa was one of those shy, sexually
repressed mid-thirties women who had devoted herself
almost entirely to her work over the years.  Why?
Because she had such a lame, boring, practically non-
existent social life; read love life.  Joanie knew for
a fact that Lisa hadn't had a date with another person,
male or female, during the entire year of their
acquaintance.  Lisa had confided this to her in a
moment of weakness.  She also knew that because of her
almost total lack of social contacts, Lisa was becoming
increasingly desperate for some kind of a life, any
kind of life other than just going to and from work
five days a week and hiding in her lonely, empty
apartment each weekend.  And Joanie had also wormed out
of Lisa one Friday evening over drinks, that Lisa had
always had a secret fetish for woman love.  She had
indulged in only one encounter with another female,
back in high school.  But that one encounter had been
so exciting and arousing that Lisa couldn't get away
from it even after all these years.

Joanie had also put two and two together and figured
out that Lisa was becoming more than just a little bit
horny as well as lonely.  Here she was, a woman at the
height of her sexuality without any sexuality
whatsoever other than the occasional bout of abashed,
half-hearted, and clumsy self-stimulation..  This, Lisa
had also confessed to Joanie that same night when
Joanie had been especially empathic with her in an
effort to pump her for all the dirt she could get on
her.

Of course, Joanie really didn't care about how troubled
Lisa was, except as how it related to her own sick
fantasies.  Once Lisa's growing sexual desperation had
become obvious to her, Joanie began to tease and
tantalize her co-worker with the occasional touch of
her hand on Lisa's hip or shoulder, or the random
brushing up against her bottom as they passed each
other in the hall.  Nothing really overt, just sinking
the claws in a little each time.  Here of late,
Joanie's sinister little forays into heightening Lisa's
sex hunger had been rewarded by shy little whimpers and
sharp little intakes of breath that told her quite
emphatically that Lisa was becoming more than just a
wee bit aroused in spite of her best efforts to
suppress her growing sexual hunger.

for her part, Lisa began seriously asking herself, why
was she beginning to turn on to Joanie when she didn't
even really like the woman all that much?  Lisa had to
admit that she must really be in need of sexual relief.
And that admission frightened her.  But it also excited
her.

Watching Lisa's reaction to her cruel sexual teasing
and taunting, Joanie was pretty sure by now that Lisa
was just about ripe for the unique kind of picking that
she loved so well, and Joanie had some really
interesting ideas about exactly how and where Lisa was
going to be picked.  The canoe trip was absolutely made
to order for Joanie's sinister purposes.  So it was
imperative from Joanie's standpoint that she compel
Lisa to join her and the girls for two days of sexy
wilderness fun and games.

Furthermore, Joanie had figured out that Lisa had a
pretty strong submissive streak that made the prospect
of getting at her all the more promising.  It seems
that, despite the fact that Lisa was much the better
worker, and also despite the fact that she was older
than Joanie by about five years, Lisa always seemed to
defer to Joanie whenever it came to decisions at work.
Lisa tried to reinforce company policy with her co-
worker, but always seemed to defer to her when Joanie
desired to do something "outside the box."  Joanie had
to confess to herself that she took a cruel pleasure in
her little bullying sessions with Lisa.  It was great
fun to make the other woman give in despite the fact
that she knew that Joanie's latest idea or plan didn't
mesh with agency policy.  Joanie always won in the end.
She loved it.

Joanie was well aware that Lisa really, really didn't
want to go on any canoe trip with her and four teenage
girls she had never met before.  And getting her to
agree to do it anyway despite that fact was proving to
be a sizable portion of Joanie's turn on at the whole
idea.  For one thing, Joanie was well aware that Lisa
didn't like being on the water in any form or fashion.
When Joanie had spoken to her in the past about her own
numerous whitewater canoeing trips Lisa had confessed
to her co-worker that the very thought of being swept
along in a canoe out of control over fast-running
whitewater sent chills of panic up and down her spine.
Joanie saw some real possibilities there.  Second,
Joanie knew that Lisa didn't like being around young
adolescent girls.  As a matter of fact, they really
made her nervous and fidgety every time she found
herself in their midst; like at the mall.  She didn't
seem to know why they bothered her exactly.  She
couldn't explain it either to herself or to Joanie.
Perhaps it was all the loud noise and giggling which
girls that age seemed to generate whenever they were in
each others' company: all that hedonic behavior.  Or
perhaps it was the bratty, superior, attitude so many
of them put on as they paraded around the mall in
packs.  They seemed to act like they owned the mall.
And that made Lisa edgy every time she went shopping.
Whatever it was, Joanie knew for certain that Lisa
didn't like any of it because it made her feel
curiously intimidated and nervous.  And finally, Joanie
knew that Lisa really didn't want to be stuck out in
the backwoods with her co-worker as the only other
"responsible" adult present.

Lisa was by nature shy, diffident, reserved, and,
almost obsessively efficient in her job as an assistant
buyer with her company.  By way of contrast, Joanie was
loud, brash, assertive, and not just a little bit slack
in her personal work habits.  Naively, Lisa often
despaired to Joanie about the other woman's less-than-
satisfactory workplace behavior, which Lisa clearly
felt was lax at best and downright sloppy at worst.
Joanie even knew through the gossip grapevine that Lisa
had speculated to other people in the office that it
was probably for this very reason that her co-worker
had been assigned the day camp duties in the first
place.  If Joanie were gone for a month, who would miss
her?

Joanie could tell by her reluctance to go along on the
canoe trip that Lisa was deeply concerned about the
possibility of something bad happening to one of the
girls.  It was obvious that Lisa conjectured that
Joanie would be absolutely no help at all in an
emergency.  And while this wasn't at all true, given
Joanie's extended experience in whitewater canoeing,
Joanie didn't do anything at all to even attempt to
dissuade Lisa from her low opinion of Joanie's
abilities.  In fact, Joanie actually wanted Lisa to
think she really was a slacker.  That would make it
ever so much tastier when Joanie overpowered her and
finally put the stuck-up little bitch in her place
during the canoe trip.

So, Joanie knew for absolute certain that Lisa didn't
want any part in her canoe trip plan.  But Joanie also
knew that it didn't really matter to her one little bit
what Lisa either wanted or didn't want.  It only
mattered to her what she herself wanted.  And she
wanted Lisa.  Actually, she had wanted Lisa to serve
her for a long time.  She had become bored with merely
teasing and tormenting the woman.  She knew that her
co-worker was becoming increasingly hungry to
experience more, but Lisa was just too scared to do
anything about it herself.  That was just fine with
Joanie.  She wanted Lisa to be scared.  That would make
her all the more vulnerable and intimidatable.

Joanie meant to have Lisa for once and for all.  She
wanted Lisa to slide right under her thumb during the
canoe trip, and she wanted Lisa to remain under her
dominating thumb even after the trip ended, and for as
long as Lisa continued to amuse her.  Joanie hadn't had
the lurid pleasure of a cute little subby pet all her
own since she had gotten bored with Lisa's predecessor
a year ago and had gotten her fired. Now, she just
couldn't wait to turn Lisa into her most recent
conquest.

Joanie had made certain that her four teenybopper
girlfriends understood what she wanted from them this
weekend and they had readily agreed to help her get it.
She already knew enough about those four young girls to
ensure that they would willingly support her in her
plan to turn Lisa into her humiliated and degraded
sexual sub.  Their cooperation had been Joanie's price
for allowing them to use her agreement to go along as a
chaperone as a way to ease the worried minds of their
gullible parents.  The girls had agreed readily with
Joanie's scheme, assuming with little reason to the
contrary that they also would get their own personal
share of Lisa, once her will to resist had been
sufficiently broken and her conscience had been
shredded.  In fact, one of the four girls, Megan, had
already convinced Joanie that she, and not the older
woman, should be in charge of Lisa's breaking in.  And
that was just fine with Joanie, because she had her own
plans for a tasty little tryst with another of the
girls, her name was June, to keep her occupied until
the honey trap had been good and truly sprung on Lisa.
So here was Joanie, with everything needed for Lisa's
sexual downfall all set and ready to go, putting
pressure on Lisa to come along on the canoe trip.
"Oh come on, Lisa," Joanie actually began bullying her
co-worker.

"I don't think so, Joanie," Lisa finally spoke up for
herself, although her voice quavered as she said the
words.

Joanie looked at Lisa as if she were being a real pain
in the butt.

"La la la la la.  I can't hear you," Joanie singsonged
to her increasingly unhappy co-worker.

Lisa tried to stare Joanie down, but didn't succeed too
well.  Seeing Lisa waver just the least little bit,
Joanie played her high card.

"Look, kiddo.  I hate to be this way, but you own me
one."

Joanie was making it a point not to let the matter
drop.

Lisa looked right at Joanie with a baffled expression
on her face.

"How do I owe you one, Joanie?"

Joanie leaned far over Lisa's desk and her voice took
on a conspiratorial tone as she whispered huskily in
her co-worker's ear.  Lisa twitched and wriggled just a
little in her chair as she felt the other woman's warm
breath on her earlobe.  Having Joanie be this close to
her really flustered Lisa.  And she knew that Joanie
knew it, which made it all the more embarrassing.

"Hey kiddo.  You remembered who covered your cute
little butt for you when you couldn't fill that
Gatestar parts order last spring.  Don't you?  We both
know that if I hadn't made that special little phone
call and cashed in some chips the guys over at Jenkins
Express owed me, you would have been caught real
short."

Joanie emphasized her words by placing her hand gently
but firmly on Lisa's forearm, thereby preventing her
from moving away.  Lisa furtively glanced down at
Joanie's restraining hand, then at her own hands, her
fingers laced tightly together in her lap.  She should
stand up right now and tell Joanie 'no' in a firm, no-
nonsense voice.  But she couldn't bring herself to do
it.  Joanie was right, of course.  As always.  If she
hadn't worked things out at the last minute, the
company management would have come down on Lisa like a
ton of bricks for not getting the needed parts to the
assembly floor just in time.

And besides, Lisa found it difficult to contradict
Joanie in her assessment with her standing so close to
her.  Despite herself, Lisa felt a growing flush of
sexual heat deep inside her as Joanie leaned even
further over her.  She certainly didn't want to react
this way to Joanie's invasion of her private space, but
she just couldn't seem to help herself.

"Well, kiddo.  Do you own me or not?"

Joanie's tone of voice was more than just a little bit
in Lisa's face as was her whole demeanor and body
language.  Lisa attempted to slide back in her desk
chair to get away from the woman standing so imposingly
above her.  But Joanie merely squeezed her arm tighter
and pressed even closer than before.

"Well, kiddo?"  Joanie's whispering lips were almost
toughing Lisa's ear.  Lisa began to feel a flush coming
over her face.  Then she began to itch really badly
"down there."  Lisa knew that Joanie was actually
forcing her to say 'yes' to going on this canoe trip.
Forcing her.  Wasn't she?  And that was making Lisa
aroused.  Wasn't it?

Well, Lisa rationalized to herself as she began
unconsciously rubbing her thighs together lewdly, if
she were being *forced* to agree.

Joanie looked down at Lisa, watching with growing
interest as the other woman continued her unconscious
little leg movements under her skirt.  Oh yes.  Lisa
was certainly just about ripe alright.

In her flustered state, Lisa knew enough to know that
she just couldn't seem to say 'no' to Joanie.  So,
despite her better judgment, she slowly nodded her head
in agreement.  She really did own Joanie a big one for
getting her out of that potentially serious jam last
spring.  So maybe, if going with her on this stupid
canoeing trip with her stupid little girls would
balance accounts, Lisa had better go along for her own
sake.  And perhaps it wouldn't be as bad as she
pictured it in her mind.  Perhaps Joanie would finally
do more than just tease and tantalize her once they
were away from the office.  Perhaps.

"You're right, Joanie," Lisa finally admitted in a
small, diffident voice.

"You're always right."

Joanie licked her lips in triumph.  The very tip of her
tongue barely touched the edge of Lisa's ear.  And Lisa
made the cutest little whimpering noise when she felt
the warm wetness of Joanie's tongue.  Then, suddenly,
reality set in with a vengeance.

"But I've never canoed before in my life, Joanie.  I
don't know how.  I don't even know what to wear."

There was a whimpering whininess in Lisa's voice that
she didn't like to hear coming out of her own mouth.
But she felt like Joanie was painting her into a
corner.  Part of her didn't like that fact one bit.
the other part wriggled subconsciously, wondering what
else Joanie was going to force her to do.

And as for Joanie, well, she was pretty sure now that
she had won the first round.  And she liked painting
her co-worker into an emotional corner.  She liked it a
lot.  Only time would tell whether she would be able to
compel Lisa to make any more of her little whimpering
noises on the trip; in a much more intimate setting of
course.  She certainly hoped so.  They were just so
appealing to her.

"Don't worry about what to wear, Lisa baby.  I've got
some leftover T-shirts and shorts from the day camp
that will just about fit you.  I'll bring them in, and
you can put them on before we leave.  Just remember to
bring along an old pair of tennies to wear."

For all she wracked her brain, Lisa couldn't think of
any other valid reasons not to do what Joanie asked her
to do.  So, she resigned herself to going along on the
canoe trip.  She nodded her head again in grudging
agreement, and as Joanie straightened back up, Lisa
thought she felt the merest little wet tongue flick
against her earlobe.  She let another girlish little
whimper escape her lips as Joanie stepped back a pace
from her desk.  Was Joanie really doing something to
her, or was she just imagining things?

"When do we leave, Joanie?"

Still that small, diffident voice.

Lisa's words were half fearful, half eager.  Joanie's
reply was all eager
.
"That a girl, Lisa.  You might really enjoy it if you
just permit yourself to let go for a little."

Joanie smiled down at her co-worker and, to emphasize
her point, she placed her hand on Lisa's shoulder and
squeezed it gently.  Lisa just caught herself before
she flinched at the other woman's familiarity.

"We leave this Friday afternoon right after work, and
we'll be back late Sunday night.  We can use my minivan
to haul the three canoes we'll need to the put-in
point.  Then, while you and the girls are setting up
camp, I'll take the van to the take-out spot and hitch
a ride back.  I've done this stretch of the river
several times already.  It's exciting and lots of fun,
and there are always a bunch of folks out canoeing this
time of year.  It'll be a blast."

Joanie's hand moved slowly back and forth across Lisa's
shoulder.  Lisa began to wonder whether the other woman
was just consoling her, or was there something more
erotic to Joanie's stroking.  She still had her
lingering doubts about the wisdom of going on this trip
despite the little itch that was growing deep inside
her loins.  But she had promised Joanie she would go
with her, and a promise was a promise.  Besides, Lisa
could feel that little itch deep inside that Joanie had
caused by standing so close to her before getting to be
a not so little itch.

Lisa unconsciously bit her lower lip as she thought
about the salacious possibilities.  Was it possible
that Joanie might actually make some sort of pass at
her during the trip?  Was it possible that her tedious,
pointless life might be changing for the better?  Lisa
was suddenly confronted starkly by the wrenching
loneliness of her forlorn life.  Perhaps she wanted a
change.  Perhaps.

"We'll leave right from here in the van and pick up the
girls at the front of the community center.  I'll
already have the canoes and tents tied down on top and
all the sleeping pads, blankets, and cooking junk
stuffed in back.  We'll get to the put-in point well
before dark, so you shouldn't have any problems setting
up camp while I'm gone."

Lisa began to worry all over again, but she just nodded
her head and wondered to herself furtively if there was
any way at all she could get out of doing this at the
very last minute.  But, no.  She wasn't the kind of
person to renege on a promise once she had made it.
Was she?  So for better or worse, Lisa docilely
resigned herself to going on the trip with Joanie and
the four girls.

Friday finally arrived.  Lisa came to work with a
waterproof overnight bag containing her toiletries,
underwear, and a few personal items.  The bag also had
room to put in the extra clothes Joanie had said she
would bring for her.  She still wasn't sold on the idea
of the canoe trip but she consoled herself with the
notion that, come Monday morning, she would be even
steven with Joanie for that favor last spring.  She
could endure anything for two days.  Couldn't she?

And, maybe Joanie might just find her attractive enough
to do something exciting and arousing about her little
itch.

About 3:00 o'clock that afternoon, Joanie reached under
her desk and pulled out a large cardboard box filled
with T-shirts and shorts from the day camp.  She opened
it up and handed Lisa three T-shirts and three sets of
shorts.

"Let's go put on our outfits and then we'll head out."

Lisa took the proffered T-shirts and shorts, stuffed
two pair into her overnight duffle along with her
toiletries and underwear that she had brought from
home, and went off to the ladies room to put on her
outfit.  Joanie was right behind her with her own T-
shirt and shorts.

Lisa, who was beset with an overwhelming body shyness,
was so embarrassed to be changing clothes in front of
her female co-worker that she went into one of the
stalls to do it.  Joanie just chuckled at Lisa's
prudishness.  Before long, that body shyness of hers
would be a thing of the past if Joanie had her way
about it.  Inside the stall with the door closed, Lisa
removed her blouse and skirt, then put on the shorts.
She had had sense enough not to wear a bra that day, so
she just pulled the T-shirt up over her head and tucked
it into the shorts.  She sensed that both the shorts
and T-shirt were rather a tight fit, but since that was
all she had to wear, she decided to grin and bear it.
Fortunately, Lisa had remembered at the last minute
before leaving home that morning what Joanie had said
about bringing along an old pair of tennis shoes.  So
when she finally came out of the stall with her skirt
and blouse in her hand, her canoeing outfit was
complete.

Joanie, who was already attired in her T-shirt, shorts,
and deck shoes, openly ogled Lisa in her tight canoeing
outfit when she was certain her co-worker couldn't help
but be aware of her unabashed interest.  And Joanie
most definitely liked what she saw.  This had all the
makings of a really yummy canoe trip.  And despite her
little blush of embarrassment, Lisa was secretly happy
that Joanie so obviously found her attractive enough to
continue looking at her far past the point of
politeness.  Lisa suddenly wanted to turn around so
Joanie could see all of her.  But her shyness prevented
her from being so brazen.  Joanie saw Lisa's desire to
show herself off reflected in her bright eyes.  But
rather than allow Lisa to initiate the next step in
their little flirtation, Joanie casually walked over to
her co-worker, put her two hands on Lisa's shoulders,
drew the other woman to her, and, without another word,
kissed her full on the mouth before Lisa could even
think about pulling away.

Lisa was so startled by Joanie's preemptive action
that she just went along with her and kissed back.

As they kissed, Joanie played seductively with the nape
of the other woman's neck until she elicited a little
lust hungry moan from her. Then, just as suddenly
as she had kissed her, Joanie pulled away from a breathless and
uncomprehending Lisa.  As Lisa stood there with a look
of confused disbelief on her face, Joanie reached out
and nipped the other woman's erect nipples through her
T-shirt and twisted them cruelly until Lisa squealed in
pain.  Then, without any comment or explanation for her
precipitous actions, Joanie chuckled quietly to herself
and took the stunned woman by the hand and led her back
down the hall to their office.

Joanie motioned for a dazed and confused Lisa to put
her business clothes in her desk drawer for
safekeeping, then they left the office building and
walked over to Joanie's minivan.

Joanie patted Lisa lightly on the butt as they walked
out to the van, and said "Don't sweat it baby.  We're
going to have a real good time you and me.  I'll take
good care of you, Lisa girl."

Lisa began to calm down when she heard Joanie's
reassuring words.  Joanie would take care of her.

Joanie did know about her needs and desires after all.
It was going to be OK.  Lisa looked over at Joanie and
breathed a sigh of relief.  Her life was going to
change, after all.  And that was going to be a good
thing.  Wasn't it?"

Before she got inside the minivan, Lisa had come back
to herself enough to note that, sure enough, Joanie had
done a surprisingly good job of preparing for the canoe
trip.  All three canoes were securely racked and lashed
to the roof of the minivan, as were three small vinyl-
coated packets that had to be the tents.  When, Lisa
put her bag in the back, she also noticed six neatly
packed bundles and some well chosen pre-processed trail
food and cooking supplies inside a cardboard box.  Each
compact bundle contained a sleeping pad, blanket and a
life vest all tied neatly together.  Seeing Joanie's
high level of efficiency heartened Lisa no end.
Perhaps this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
Especially since Joanie had figured out what Lisa
really needed.  Lisa decided to just relax, trust
Joanie, and go with the flow.

As the van pulled up in front of the community center,
Lisa was further encouraged to see all four girls right
on time waiting with their overnight duffle bags all
set to go.  They were all dressed in matching t-shirts
and shorts just like the ones Lisa and Joanie were
wearing.  They were leftovers from their day camp days,
just like Joanie's outfit.

So, after observing the four girls and their purposeful
demeanor and uniform attire, Lisa began to think that
maybe things were much more on track than she had
feared.  That meant that Lisa might actually have some
time for her and her little itch after all.  That was
great, because her little itch was growing.

Joanie and Lisa emerged from the van, and Lisa decided
that she would put her best face on it as Joanie
introduced her to the young girls.  After all, they
certainly had no way of knowing that Joanie had
practically dragooned Lisa into coming along.  And why
should they know anything at all about how Joanie was
going to take such good care of her on the trip.  Such
good care.  These young girls could be kept totally in
the dark about Lisa's secret desires and Joanie's
willingness to respond to her needs.  After all this
time, Lisa could certainly wait just a little longer
till late that night, when the girls were all fast
asleep, for Joanie to minister to her hunger in their
little cozy tent in the dark.  Lisa could wait a little
longer.

"Lisa, I'd like you to meet June," Joanie introduced
the first little girl with a huskiness in her voice
that Lisa found rather curious.

As she reached out her hand to take June's, Lisa noted
that this little girl hardly looked like any fifteen
year old *she* was used to seeing.  June could have
easily passed for two or three years younger.  She was
shorter than the other three girls by a good foot and
she was very slight of build.  She was small boned,
small breasted, with "little girl" arms and legs that
had not begun to develop the rondeur of an adolescent
girl.  The only thing about her body that looked like a
girl her age was her little bubble butt.

As June returned Lisa's handshake, Lisa noted that the
girl's eyes never left Joanie for a second.  There most
certainly seemed to be a strong bond between the adult
woman and the little girl that Lisa couldn't quite get
a handle on.  Why June appeared as though she
practically idolized Joanie.  As she let go of June's
hand, Lisa experienced a momentary flash of jealousy.
Had Joanie only been teasing her after all?  Playing
with her while knowing that she really wanted to be
with June?  Lisa shook her head to clear it.  No.  That
couldn't be the case at all.  June was only a little
girl.  Lisa was a full-grown woman who could offer
Joanie so much more.

Before Lisa had time to mull such things over in her
mind, Joanie introduced her to Angela and Kimberly.
Angela was tall and angular while Kimberly was shorter
and a good bit curvier.  The two girls were actually
holding hands and looked unhappy when they had to let
go of each other in order to shake hands with Lisa, who
found them a peculiar pair indeed for young
adolescents.  They seemed to be completely taken with
each other, and could barely stand to be apart for the
brief time it took to introduce them to Lisa.
But, again, before Lisa could get her mind grounded,
Joanie was introducing her to Megan.  Lisa could
immediately see that this young lady was mature beyond
her fifteen years.  Megan was tall, but by no means a
beanpole.  She had well-muscled, long legs and arms,
and a surprisingly well-developed chest and derriere
for a fifteen year old.  And, as Lisa held out her
hand, Megan returned her handshake with a firm grip.
There was something about this young girl that
immediately made Lisa react just a little negatively.
For one thing, Megan appeared to be just too sure of
herself to suit Lisa.  She reminded Lisa of all the
bratty little mall rats who took such cruel pleasure in
intimidating her.  For another, Megan had a way of
looking at Lisa that made the older woman feel like she
was being inspected.  It was clear to Lisa that Megan
liked what she saw, and it was also clear that the
fifteen year old was nobody's pushover.  Megan's brazen
attitude made the older woman anxious and a little
frightened.  But somehow it also made Lisa want to
impress and please her.  Lisa realized that Megan made
her feel much the same way that Joanie had made her
feel earlier that day.  But Joanie was an adult woman,
almost Lisa's own age.  Megan was a different story
entirely.  She was a fifteen-year-old girl.  Lisa
wanted Joanie to pay attention to her on this trip.
She didn't want to have anything to do with this Megan
if she could have Joanie.

Still, Lisa had to admit that Megan was a very
attractive young girl.  The older woman was especially
drawn to Megan's long, well-muscled legs.  They were
tanned an even bronze color, as was the rest of her.
She looked so strong and lively.

Lisa tried to put the girl and her brazenness out of
her mind as they all began loading the back of the
minivan.

Joanie didn't allow Lisa any time at all to dwell on
her first blush perception of Megan as over-confident
and perhaps a little spoiled as well.  Sooner that she
thought possible, Lisa and the other five members of
the canoeing expedition had stowed their gear and were
all getting in the van and sorting themselves out for
the drive to the put-in point.  Lisa, whose thoughts
had turned once again to Joanie, was once again
pleasantly surprised by the efficiency of this little
crew of girls who acted as if they had been together
for years.

Up front, Joanie was already seated in the driver's
seat with June sitting in the passenger seat next to
her.  When Lisa saw this, she became confused once
more.  Didn't Joanie want her to sit beside her?  What
was June doing taking her rightful place in the van?
Before Lisa could react, Angela and Kimberly had taken
possession of the first bench seat.  That left only the
second bench seat for Lisa and Megan because the third
bench seat had been previously removed by Joanie to
provide plenty of room for all their gear.

Megan just stood there by the van looking at Lisa as if
she were some sort of dummy.  After a space of time
that seemed like hours Lisa silently and timidly
surrendered to the young girl and climbed into the
second bench seat.  Megan immediately followed her in
the van.  As Lisa climbed into the bench, she thought
she felt the merest pinch on her bottom followed by a
cruel little feminine chuckle.  But how could that be?
Soon, she and Megan were seated and buckled in for the
trip out.

As Joanie left the community center parking lot and
proceeded out of town on the main highway south, Lisa
couldn't help but notice with growing jealousy how June
was literally hanging on every word that Joanie said.
The little girl was turned almost sideways in her seat
doing her best to face Joanie.  There was a rapt look
of sheer adoration on June's face that defied
description.  And Joanie was doing absolutely nothing
to deflect June's obvious adoration of her.  In fact,
she seemed to relish it.  From time to time, she even
took her right hand off the steering wheel to pat the
little girl's face or to push the stray strand of hair
off June's forehead.  Lisa looked at how Joanie was
treating June and secretly wished it were her that
Joanie was touching.  But, she told herself that her
time would come later that night.  Joanie had kissed
her and Joanie had put her hands on her breasts.
Surely Joanie wouldn't just leave it like that.
Surely.

As for Angela and Kimberly, just as soon as the van had
left the parking lot, those two had put their heads
together and had begun whispering romantically into
each other's ears.  An occasional giggle from one or
the other of them tended to drown out what Joanie was
softly saying to June up in the cockpit.  Lisa could
clearly see that Kimberly and Angela had formed some
sort of intimate bond that was going to keep them
focused on each other the entire trip.  And that was OK
with Lisa, so long as Joanie followed through on her
implicit promise to take care of her.

Glancing over at Megan who was openly staring at her,
Lisa slid as close to the left hand window as she could
and buckled herself in tighter.  Instead of remaining
at the other end of the bench seat, Megan slit as close
to Lisa as she could and buckled herself securely in
her seat with the middle safety belt.  Sitting so close
to Lisa as she was, Megan's young body prevented the
older woman from moving more than just a few inches
either way on the bench seat.  As a result, Lisa felt
more than a little bit claustrophobic with the young
girl sitting so close to her.  But she could see no way
to reasonably complain about Megan's intrusion on her
space without appearing supercilious or rude.  So she
just sat there while Megan inched ever closer to her
with each mile.

Besides, Lisa's attention continued to be drawn to the
two girls seated directly in front of her.  Angela and
Kimberly were sitting so close to each other that they
were practically in each other's laps.  Their heads
bumped against each other's as they whispered and
giggled.  Megan unabashedly watched Lisa as she
observed the two little lovebirds sitting in front of
her.

Finally Megan leaned over and whispered in Lisa's ear.
"They're very close.  Aren't they?"

Lisa blinked at Megan's words and felt a little tremor
deep inside her.  What did Megan mean by that?  Why was
she asking such a question?

Megan didn't allow Lisa any time to respond.
"Actually, Lisa.  They're lovers."

Megan giggled as she whispered the words into Lisa's
ear.

Lisa blinked again and turned her head to face Megan
whose face was now almost touching her own.

"What?"

Megan giggled again and allowed her warm hand to fall
gently on Lisa's bare knee.

"I said, they're lovers," Megan repeated in a normal
tone of voice.  At her words, Kimberly and Angela both
turned their heads back toward Lisa and smiled sweetly.

"She's right, Lisa," cooed Kimberly and kissed Angela
on the very tip of her nose.

"Yes, she is," agreed Angela who took Kimberly's head
in her hands and brought the other girl's face right to
her.  Then Angela proceeded to kiss her girlfriend very
deeply.  Kimberly moaned softly as she returned
Angela's torrid kiss.

Lisa couldn't believe her eyes or her ears as the two
fifteen year olds continued to French kiss each other
to the accompaniment of little moans and sighs of
passion.  What was going on, here?

"It's OK, Lisa," Megan assured the older woman as she
nonchalantly allowed her hand to stroke the silky skin
of Lisa's knee.

"Joanie even let them hold hands at camp when there
were no other counselors around."

Another giggle.

"But she wouldn't let them kiss each other.  Well, not
in public, anyway.  Only in private where she could
watch.  You know, Lisa, she likes to watch.  And she
let them do other things to each other, too.  In
private that is.  Where she could watch them do it.
She really likes to watch."

Lisa just sat there dazed as Angela and Kimberly
kissed.  She could feel Lisa's warm, soft hand on her
bare leg and hear Lisa's lurid words, but she was so
focused on the two girls in front of her, that she
didn't do anything to stop Megan.

"She even let me watch them make out a couple times.  I
like to watch, too."

Another giggle as Megan's hand moved higher and higher
on Lisa's leg.

Kimberly and Angela finally broke their long torrid
kiss.

"Yeah, Lisa.  And she wouldn't let us feel each other
up in public, either," Angela complained as she allowed
her hand free access to her girlfriend's braless
breasts through her camp t-shirt.

"Well, not at first she wouldn't," Kimberly felt
obliged to correct the record as she arched her back,
giving her girlfriend better access to her breasts.
"Yeah, Kim.  But then, she made us.  It was so hot.
Wasn't it?  Doing it in the food court at the mall."

Lisa distractedly licked her lips as she watched Angela
continue to rove her exploring hand over her
girlfriend's chest.  But Megan didn't want Lisa to get
too focused on Angela and Kimberly.  Not just yet.  She
had other things she wanted Lisa to notice just then.
The young girl leaned a little closer to her prey.

"Look at Joanie and June, Lisa," the fifteen year old
commanded in a firm voice.  And while it was difficult
to tear her hungry eyes away from Kimberly and Angela,
Lisa meekly did as she was told.  What she saw was June
sitting absolutely sideways on the very edge of her
seat facing Joanie with her legs spread apart.  Joanie
was driving with her left hand and gliding her right
hand gently up and down June's bare thigh.  June was
smiling peacefully, a dreamy, pacific look in her eyes.

"Look at June, Lisa.  You know, she just adores Joanie.

She'd do anything for her, and I do mean anything.
She's such a little lapdog for Joanie."

Lisa began to breath in little pants.  She was now
suddenly very aware of Megan's hand on her thigh, just
as she was watching Joanie glide her hand up and down
June's thigh.

"Don't you just love the expression on June's face?
Doesn't it make you want to be somebody's little lapdog
too, Lisa?

Lisa unconsciously nodded her head ever so slightly and
made a little moaning sound deep in her throat.
Megan began whispering again as her hand glided along
the older woman's inner thigh.

"Joanie even let me watch her one time when June and
her were together in the girls' room.  June can really
do some really nasty stuff when Joanie is the one who
wants her to do it.  Really sick stuff.  You wouldn't
think that a little girl like June could be such a big
slut."

Another giggle.

Lisa stared mesmerized at Joanie's hand as it caressed
the young girl's thigh.  She licked her lips in anxious
anticipation of what Joanie might do next.  Then the
exquisite feel of Megan's hand on her own flesh
captured her mind.  Lisa suddenly became very
frightened, panicked in fact.  What if Megan went too
far with her little teasing game?  What if she were
caught letting a minor play with her like this?  She
could go to jail for a long time.  And she would be the
one blamed for trying to seduce Megan, not the other
way around.  Lisa willed herself to settle herself down
in order to make Megan stop teasing her.  This was all
so wrong and it could have the direst consequences for
her.

"Please Megan," Lisa said in a weak voice.  "Please
leave me alone."

Megan looked over at the older woman with a superior
little smile on her face.

"Oh don't try to tell me you don't want me to play with
you, Lisa.  Joanie told me all about you."

Lisa shook her head as if to clear it.

"What, Megan?  What did Joanie tell you about me?"
Megan smiled broadly and licked her lips.

"She just told me you were this grown up woman who was
just dying to be dommed by another female.  She also
said the younger, the better.  She told me you probably
didn't want to admit that about yourself.  But that
that's what you were."

Lisa just wanted to run away and hide when she heard
Megan's words.  How could Joanie have said such sick
things about her?

"Please, Megan.  Joanie was wrong about me.  I'm not
that way at all."

Megan smirked at Lisa's half-hearted attempts to make
her stop playing her little seduction game.  She
stubbornly ignored Lisa's pleas that she quit and
instead began licking the older woman's ear sensuously
and whispering all sorts of nasty things to her.

Depraved things.  Degrading things. Wanton things she
planned to do to Lisa over the next two days.  Things
she planned to make Lisa do to her.  All Lisa could
bring herself to do was to keep begging Megan over and
over to please stop.  Lisa was becoming frantic to make
it all go away.  Why had she let Joanie bully her into
going along in the first place?  Why couldn't she make
this girl stop molesting her?  Why was she just sitting
there and not fighting back?

Why?  Because Megan's salacious words simply
overpowered all of her resistance.  And each time she
tried to make Megan stop, Lisa meant it less.  Megan's
hand felt so sensuous on her leg.  So delicious.  So
right.  Even though she knew it was so wrong.  It had
been such a long, long time since anyone had paid any
attention to Lisa.  She was so starved for affection of
any kind that this fifteen-year-old girl was thoroughly
overcoming all her last vestiges of resistance.  And
Megan's words sounded so dirty, so slutty, so
humiliating to Lisa.  They made her so hungry.
Megan began tugging seductively on Lisa's shorts waste
band between her finger and thumb while the older woman
just sat there dumbly and whimpered.  She wasn't even
begging Megan to stop anymore.  She had come to realize
the utter futility of trying to resist this girl any
further.  In fact, Lisa found herself feeling vaguely
disappointed that Megan had stopped stroking her leg,
but when she felt Megan's index finger slide along the
inside of her waste band, she began to sense that Megan
was taking her to the next level.  God, she hoped so
with all her heart.  And the part of her that wanted to
run away was almost completely gone now.

Lisa had really and truly wanted to struggle against
how Megan was making her feel.  She knew in her
conscience that it was so wrong to be doing this with a
fifteen-year-old girl.  But as Megan's fingers became
ever more insistent, Lisa rationalized to herself that,
if she couldn't have Joanie to make love to, maybe she
could have Megan.  The fact that Megan was only fifteen
and that she, and not Lisa, was doing all the leading,
only made Lisa's panties wetter. Lisa didn't seem to be
able to stop Megan from doing anything she wanted any
more.  So she just slumped down in her seat and let
Megan have her way.  She knew she just couldn't fight
it any longer.

"You know, Lisa, I bet Joanie and June will sleep in
the same tent both nights.  And Junebug isn't going to
let anyone else sleep with Joanie no matter what she
has to do for Joanie to make sure they sleep together."
Megan's index finger had moved downward from Lisa's
waste band and was now impishly gilding along the tight
leg opening of Lisa's shorts.

"And you know that Kim and Angela are certainly going
to sleep together."

Kimberly and Angela both turned their heads toward
Lisa.

"You're right about that, Megan," Angela said matter of
factly.

"You know I only want to sleep with my little Kimmy,"
said Angela in a hushed voice dripping with passion.
Kimberly practically purred as Angela continued to feel
her up.

Megan leaned back so she could make solid eye contact
with Lisa who was shivering with anticipation as
Megan's fingers slid along the gusset of her shorts.

"I guess that leaves you and me, Lisa," the fifteen
year old said as she began sliding the tip of her index
finger slowly up and down Lisa's zipper.

"Just you and me, baby girl."

Lisa shook her befuddled head from side to side, trying
her best to clear it.  This was all coming at her so
fast.

Megan giggled again.

"I won't bite, baby girl."

Lisa tried to lift her own hand to capture Megan's hand
and hold it against her crotch, but her arm just
wouldn't move.  It was as if she were paralyzed.  Megan
was in total control of her now.  Lisa had no will of
her own any more.

"Well," Megan giggled.  "Only a little."

Lisa moaned deep in her throat.  Some last vestige of
self-will suddenly made her want to cry out for Joanie
to stop the minivan and let her out.  But all she could
muster was a little whimper.

"You know, Lisa, I really like older women.  Older
women just like you, baby girl," Megan breathed the
sultry words right in Lisa's face.

Megan began pulling on the talon of Lisa's zipper.

One last shy little "No, Megan.  Please don't," was all
the resistance Lisa could seem to muster.  It had been
ages since anyone had wanted her, sexually or
otherwise.  Now Megan wanted her.  She would be a fool
to resist further.  Wouldn't She?  Lisa was suddenly
famished for more of Megan's touch.

Kimberly and Angela turned to look back at what Megan
was doing to Lisa.

"Hurry up, Megan.  I want to see her pussy," Kim said
in a normal tone of voice making Lisa blush red-hot.

"Me too, Megan," chimed in Angela.  "You know how much
I like to look at big girl puss puss."

While Lisa just sat there mortified at what these girls
were doing to her, Megan giggled and continued to open
the zipper slowly and seductively.  She nodded her head
toward the front of the minivan.

"Don't worry, Lisa.  They're all involved in each
other.  Nobody cares what I do to you, anyway.  You
already heard that Angie and Kim want to see your big
girl puss puss.  And Joanie doesn't care.  She's all
involved with little Junebug.  None of the girls care.
Why don't you just relax and enjoy it?  All my other
big girl lovers enjoy it when I play with them."

Megan had finally opened Lisa's zipper all the way.
Kim and Angela were leaning far over the back of the
seat so they could see Lisa's moist slit when Megan
uncovered it.

Lisa didn't want to be put on display like some kind of
degraded slut merely for the cruel amusement of
Kimberly and Angela.  She wanted Megan to keep feeling
her up.  But she wanted Angie and Kim to turn back
around in their seat so she could have a little
privacy.

"No, Megan.  I don't want you to do this to me with
them watching."

But again, Megan paid absolutely no attention
whatsoever to Lisa's faltering admonition.  She knew by
the way Lisa's thighs trembled to her touch what the
older woman really wanted.  Despite herself, Lisa
wanted to be put on display.  She wanted Kim and Angie
to see her all open and vulnerable.  A part of her knew
that Megan also wanted it that way.  Megan wanted to
show off her newest adult femsub to her friends.

That's why she was encouraging them to look.

Instead of making Kim and Angie turn back around in
their seat, Megan slipped her exploring index finger
deep inside Lisa's shorts and began gilding it along
the front of the older woman's panties.  Lisa tried
desperately to force her mind to move her away from the
girl's teasing finger.  But she just couldn't make
herself do anything to keep Megan from claiming
whatever she desired.  If Megan wanted her, Lisa was
hers.  If Megan wanted to display her new prize to her
friends, Lisa would just be displayed.

"You and I are going to be sleeping together this trip,
Lisa baby.  Do you know that?  We might as well get
better acquainted.  Don't you think?"

Megan's finger was pressing gently and tantalizingly
against the very top of Lisa's nether slit.

"Oh yes, Lisa baby.  I really do like to play with
older women just like you," Megan cooed as she allowed
her finger to trace the waste band of Lisa's panties.
"Now, lift up for me, baby girl."

Despite all her efforts to fight against this sick urge
to let a teenage girl feel her up, Lisa obediently
lifted her hips off the bench seat just enough for
Megan to get her hand well inside her panties.  Megan
slid her fingers all along the offered lips and smiled
sweetly as Lisa whimpered for more.  Lisa had her eyes
closed tight in embarrassment as Megan felt her up.

And when Kimberly and Angela began whispering about
what a big girl slut she was, large hot tears of
degradation began to flow down Lisa's cheeks.

Kimberly reached out and patted Lisa's cheek in mock
sympathy.

"It's OK, Lisa baby.  We'll take good care of you."
Angela giggled.

"That's right Lisa.  All you have to do is whatever we
tell you and we'll make everything all right."

Hearing these words made Lisa cry all the harder.  She
began to sob as Megan's finger slipped inside her leg
hole and began toughing the moist, downy flesh.

"See, Kim.  Lisa can't make Megan stop 'cause she wants
it too much."

Kimberley chuckled.

"I know Angie.  I can see how slutty she is, letting
Megan paw her like that."

Megan leaned over Lisa.

"Don't pay any attention to them, Lisapoo.  They're
just jealous 'cause you're *my* little big girl slut
and not theirs."

Lisa tried once more to move away, but she was so weak,
so powerless to thwart what was happening to her.

Megan licked Lisa's ear once more and said, "Why don't
you touch me too, Lisa.  Don't you like me?"

Lisa could do nothing but gurgle deep in her throat as
Megan began to stroke her moist sex.

Megan forcefully took Lisa's wrist in her hand and
placed it on her thigh.

"I saw you looking at my legs, Lisa.  I know I have
really great legs.  Don't I.  I want you to feel my
legs all up.  I really do.  I like having a grown woman
like you feel up my legs.  And if you do it really
sexy, I'll find something else for you to feel up.

Won't I, baby?  Won't it be good?"

As if she were hypnotized, Lisa let her hand slowly and
sensuously stroke the girl's thighs softly.  As Megan
continued to pet her and Angela and Kimberly continued
to watch spellbound as Megan put her through her paces,
Lisa finally committed herself to do as Megan had
instructed.  She had to admit that Megan's smooth,
young leg felt wonderful to the touch.  The skin was so
smooth and the thighs so well muscled.

"God, I wish I was doing that," sighed Kimberly.
Angela chuckled.

"Honeygirl.  You got all you can handle with me and you
know it."

Kim giggled and the two girls resumed their kissing
bee.

Megan paused in her palpations of Lisa's pussy.

"If you don't start feeling me up really good right
this minute, Lisa, I'll just stop playing with your
sweet puss puss and leave you alone for the rest of the
canoe trip.  I don't think you would like that now that
you've had a little taste of what's in store for you if
you are Megan's good girl."

The thought of being dumped by Megan after she had
degraded herself in front of Kim and Angie upset Lisa
so much that she redoubled her efforts to please her
new Dom.  Megan smiled as she saw the concern and
forlornness on Lisa's face.  Megan knew that the key to
controlling this woman was always to demand more of
her, always to criticize her, belittle her, make her
feel that Megan was merely tolerating her, and that she
could always do better.

"Move your hand higher, slut.  Don't you know how to
feel up a girl properly?  Well, I guess you haven't had
much experience.  Have you?"

Megan's cruel words hurt Lisa a great deal.  She didn't
in fact have any experience in petting another woman.
She was a complete novice.

"I'm sorry, Megan.  I don't know what to do to make you
feel good.  Please tell me and I'll do whatever you
say."

Lisa was once again almost in tears as she realized
that Megan was very disappointed in her.  Megan twisted
the knife in a little further by stopping her own
petting of Lisa's slit.

"Look, stupid.  Glide your hand along the inside of my
thigh.  That's what I like."

Lisa immediately bent her entire will to complying with
Megan's lewd instructions.  She placed the very tips of
her fingers on Megan's inner thigh and began stroking
her softly and sensuously.  Megan deigned to utter a
little moan of satisfaction.  This only made Lisa want
to make the girl even more aroused.

After a few minutes of this, Megan decided to coax her
new subby into the next step.

"Well.  Is that all you're going to do to me.  God.  I
can get more turned on than this by being felt up by my
little sister.  And she's only eleven."

Lisa was totally abashed and miserable.

"I don't know what to do, Megan.  Please tell me."
Megan smirked at this adult woman old enough to be her
mother desperately asking her how best to feel her up.
"Well why don't you run your finger along the crotch of
my shorts.  Can't you think of anything to do yourself?
Do I have to tell you everything to do?"

Lisa immediately began stroking her finger along the
gusset of Megan's shorts.  She could feel a vague
sticky dampness exuding from the material, and it made
her smile.  She must be doing something right.  But her
feelings of success were short lived.

"Well, are you just going to do that from now on?  All
you are doing is making me itch.  If you can't do any
better than that, you might as well stop and zip
yourself back up.  I'm not going to give you any candy
unless you start doing a better job of sexing me up."

As she tried her best to think of something to do, Lisa
was mortified to hear Angela and Kimberley giggling in
the next seat.  While she didn't know for sure that
they were laughing at her, she certainly felt like they
were.  This only heightened her feelings of
humiliation.

Kimberly looked over her shoulder right at Lisa.

"Unsnap her and unzip her, stupid.  So you can get at
her better.  Gee, Megan, she really is a stupid old
subby."

Blushing furiously from the shame she felt at Kim's
cruel words, Lisa immediately did as she was bidden.
She soon had the shorts unsnapped and unzipped, and she
was sliding her finger well inside what the shorts
encased.

Megan sighed and threw her head back onto the seat as
she felt Lisa's fingers graze along her hot little
pussy lips.

"You know, Lisa, for a full grown woman, you don't know
jack about making love.  I can understand why nobody
wants to play with you."

Lisa felt the humiliation tears start to flow.  But she
also felt the first trickles of sexmucus along the lips
of her sex.  Being tormented by these three vicious
girls was actually turning Lisa on.  When Megan saw her
subby crying, she relented just a little.

"Well don't worry about it Lisa.  I'm going to give you
plenty of opportunity to learn how to make love to
another female.  By the time I get through with you,
you'll be the perfect little lezzy subbypoo."

Lisa almost purred as Megan slumped down in the seat
allowing the older woman total access to her.  Lisa
dutifully stroked and jabbed, clumsily at first, but
better as she found Lisa's rhythm.

When Megan began to feel close to cumming, she roughly
pushed Lisa's hand away.  That could wait for tonight
when she had the older woman all to herself.  She
didn't want to cum just yet.  She had other plans for
herself and Lisa that involved her cumming multiple
times later that evening, and she didn't want to take
the edge off.

Lisa moaned in frustration when Megan pushed her away.
She was feeling pretty good that she had made the girl
really hot for her, and when Megan pushed her hand off
her pussy, it felt like nothing but Megan's rejection
of her as a lover.  This was doubly humiliating to Lisa
as she had surrendered herself sexually to this fifteen
year old only to find out that Megan really didn't
consider her a good enough lover to be allowed to touch
her most intimate places.

Megan saw the bewilderment and sadness on Lisa's face.
She places a reassuring hand on the older woman's
shoulder.

"Tell you what sweetie.  Why don't you lean back, put
your legs up against the seat in front of you and
practice on yourself until we get where we're going.
Kim, and Angie, and I will watch you play with that big
girl puss puss of yours and give you suggestions on
what to do."

Kim and Angie giggled as they heard Megan's cruel
words.

"Do you think we can do anything with her?  She's such
a little klutz.  She doesn't even know how to
masturbate herself."

Lisa began to cry softly.  She didn't for a minute want
to do what Megan had said.  She didn't want these three
girls looking at her and laughing at her lame attempts
at masturbation with her legs all stuck up into the
air.  And she didn't want them making little
suggestions on how she could do it better.  She didn't
want to do any of this.

Megan could see it in her face.  She leaned over until
her face was within inches of that of the older woman.
"Look slut.  Either you do what I tell you right now or
I get Joanie to stop the van and we throw you out on
the road.  You're going to have a long walk home, and
you are really going to be embarrassed 'cause I'm going
to make you do it topless."

Lisa began to shiver in frantic panic.  She knew that
Megan was just cruel enough to do just what she said,
and she also knew that she could expect no help from
Joanie.

Seeing nothing to do but what Megan had ordered her to
do, Lisa slid down in the seat and stuck her ankles on
the seat back in front of her.  Angela and Kimberly
each grabbed an ankle and pulled Lisa's legs apart.

Megan reached over and grasped Lisa's shorts by the leg
openings.

"Lift up your hips slut, so I can get these shorts off
of you."

Now totally cowed, Lisa did as Megan had ordered.  The
fifteen year old tugged the shorts to her knees and Kim
and Angie took them the rest of the way off.

Lisa lay there in her T-shirt and panties while the
girls looked at her and made snide little cutting
remarks about her figure.

"Well, slut.  You better start playing with yourself
before I decide to take that t-shirt off you.  If you
think you look slutty now with your legs in the air,
guess how you'll look without any top on."

Lisa immediately slid her right hand inside her panties
and began stroking her nether lips.  All three girls
laughed out loud.

"We can't see a thing," giggled Kimberly.

"I'll fix that," said Megan as she grabbed Lisa's
panties by the waistband and yanked them off of her
hips.  Lisa was too far gone even to try to stop her.

So there she lay, naked from the waist down to her
ankles.  Her legs obscenely spread.  Her fingers roving
desperately over her most secret parts.  And three
fifteen-year-old girls looking at her and laughing at
her.  She felt so slutty.  So sick.  So humiliated.  So
degraded.

"You better do what we say from now on, Lisa," Megan
said as she held up Lisa's shorts and panties for the
woman to see.

"'Cause if you don't, I'm not going to give these back
to you and you'll have to walk around the campsite in
just your T-shirt."

Megan, Angela, and Kimberly all hooted with laughter at
the older woman's predicament.

Lisa looked at her three tormentors with pleading eyes.

"Please don't do that to me.  I'll be good.  I'll try
really, really hard to masturbate like you want me to.
I'll learn.  Really I will."

The three girls smirked down at their cringing victim.
"You better," was all Megan had to say.

So for the next hour, until they reached the put-in
point for the canoe trip, the three girls kept Lisa at
her lewd task.  They never allowed her to cum once
during the entire period of instruction, even though
she begged them piteously from time to time.  But by
the time they arrived at the camp site, Lisa was well
on her way to becoming a consummate masturbator, if at
the same time she was becoming almost beside herself
with frustration at not being allowed to bring herself
off.

Of course, the girls wanted Lisa to remain in a
frustrated state of near hysteria for release, and they
planned to keep her that way for as long as they could.
They all were well aware from personal experience with
their own adult female subs that keeping them desperate
for release was the best way to ensure that they would
continue playing their sick, perverse games.  And Lisa
was proving to be just like the rest.

Even though Joanie was pretty totally occupied at the
front of the van, what with feeling up her little lover
June, she could hear just enough of what was going on
behind her to know that Megan and the two lovebirds,
Kimberly and Angela, were following her directions to
the letter.  Since turning off onto the river road
Joanie had maneuvered June into her lap.  That way she
could keep her eyes on her driving while she played
with the little girl and made her wriggle all over her
lap.  She knew that while making love to her little
Junebug would suffice for this evening, she would most
definitely want to move on to sampling Lisa sooner or
later during the trip.  And it sure sounded like Lisa
would be thoroughly trained and ready to service her
co-worker by the time Joanie wanted to avail herself.
"Yummy, yummy," Joanie thought to herself as she
stroked June's sweet young girl flesh.  What a really
neat canoe trip this was turning into.


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