Chapter 117

"When I was young I learned there are two ways to do this. One was is to slowly easy yourself into the water. One inch at a time until you're in. The other way is to make sure the water is deep and jump in."

"Are you going to jump?"

I took her hand and walked us to the edge. She looked at me and at the water, then back at me.

"I'm not sure I really want to do this!"

"You can swim, can't you?"

"Yes!"

I pulled and jumped. It was wonderful until my foot touched the water. By the time I was ankle deep my brain was screaming, "Danger, Danger Will Robinson!" We both were screaming before we went under. We sputtered and kicked and resurfaced. Monica was laughing.

We grabbed the dock and pulled ourselves out of the water. Our skin was bright red and steam rose from our skin. I hugged her to me and we made shivering noises.

Her hand found what was left of my genitals and she said, "Oh No! Your dick and balls are gone!"

"They will be back. Maybe not until spring, but they will be back."

I noticed how hard her nipples were and how puckered her areola were as well. We spread the towels and lay on them. In minutes we were almost dry. In half an hour I again had a cock. Monica's nipples were still hard from almost being frozen. The view from our dock was wonderful, the trees mountains and the light playing on the surface of the lake were better than a postcard. The view of Monica was even better.

"Hey, mister, now that you have a cock, want to see if it works?"

"I need somewhere warm, wet and snug to put it. Any ideas where I can find such a place?"

"Perhaps. Maybe if you look very closely you can discover such a place nearby." Her legs opened and her fingers parted her pink lips, showing me the way. I rolled towards her and moved my mouth to taste her pinkness. We were mostly dry by then, but it seemed that parts of her would take much longer to completely dry.

My hands held her ass as my mouth touched her lips and my tongue pressed between them. The taste of lake was quickly erased by the taste of Monica. The more I tasted the more she tasted like heaven. Her skin, at first touch, was still cold from our very brief swim. It did not take long before her skin warmed and my hands held warm cheeks, while my mouth savored the warm juices of arousal.

I ate, sucked, licked and nibbled between her legs until she grabbed my hair and held my head tight between her legs as she said, "I love it when you eat me!"

Her body shook. Her legs clenched. Her hands pulled at my hair. My response to this treatment was to suck hard on her clit and enjoy every sensation. For a while I wondered if her legs would relax their grip in time for me to breathe. They did.

When I released her clit Monica rolled over and raised her ass in the air. I lifted up and held onto her ass again. My cock lined up with her pussy and she pushed back, impaling herself on the hottest part of my body. As I pressed my front against her ass she said, "I love it when you fill me, too!"

Fill, empty, fill, empty our bodies moved together with the liquid motion of joining. Monica's hand reached back, between her legs, and held my balls. She felt the sack tighten and lift my balls up into firing position. A phrase from my long ago military career came to mind; shooting at point-blank-range. My ego demanded I think of what was happening as my canon roaring. I roared. My pellet pistol fired multiple rounds into Monica.

I had spent enough time in the military to know that mine was not a canon. It was neither the biggest or the smallest cock I had ever seen. I did not want to know if mine was at the small end of Monica's experience spectrum.

We rested a few more moments of the deck before we dressed and walked back to the lodge. Monica held my hand as we walked.

"You know," she said, "You are the best lover I've ever had. I appreciate how you take such good care of me."

"Talk like that could turn my head."

"As long as it gets you between my legs now and then."

"As often as I'm able."

Three days later we were awakened by the honk of a truck horn. We dressed quickly and I went out to supervise the unloading of the truck from the builder's center. With my help the three of us got everything unloaded and put where it went in less than half an hour. As we finished up Monica came out on the porch in jeans and western shirt and asked, "You boys hungry yet?"

She didn't wait for an answer. We followed her inside. She had set a buffet table with pancakes, sausage, bacon, hash browns, coffee, juice and toast. We loaded plates and sat at the table she had set for us. All the food was perfect. I know that because they ate a lot of it and they said it was good.

After eating I showed the boys around a little. I talked about some of the changes we would be doing over the winter and Monica left us alone. I knew and so did Monica that word-of-mouth was important to our business. The two well fed mouths headed back into town would talk. We were counting on it.

Monica came out as the boys climbed into the truck and handed them each an egg sandwich and a cup of coffee in a traveling paper cup with the lodge logo on it, for the ride back to town. By ten or so the truck was on its way back to town.

We spent the rest of that day dividing the lumber and other supplies and putting them where they needed to be. New faucet for cabin one, new doors for cabin two and three, other things for cabins four, five and six. Lumber for making new tables and chairs for the porch and dock went into the barn/workshop.

Over the next three weeks we made sure the roof of each building was sound, the plumbing was winter ready, our wood supply was stacked and ready. Chet and his friends delivered the snow mobile two days before the first snow. I parked the RV inside the barn for the winter. We believed we were ready.

By Christmas we had five storms drop snow on us. Three days before Christmas the snow plow came through and we used that as an opportunity to go to town. We ate in the restaurant, bought fresh fruits and veggies in the market, got whatever was still on our needed list and by dark we were back at the lodge. The land around the lodge was two foot deep in snow, with paths between the cabins, the lodge and the barn.

On February first I measured the standing snow at a spot twenty five or so feet from any tree or building. Seventy-nine inches. The lake was mostly frozen over and snow piled on it too. We had finished the work in the lodge and cabins number on, two and three. I told Monica that as each cabin was ready for the season we would spend the night there and properly test it to see if the cabin was really ready. She knew it was just an excuse for having sex in each cabin. It was our way of celebrating. Cabins one, two and three were tested and enjoyed.

That same week when the snow plow came through the driver warned us that two brown bears had been seen and they were not afraid of humans. He said we should be armed at all times.

The boys called and came for a snow mobile run and lunch. They had a great time and loved being able to stop for a hot lunch and sit by the fire for a while. Monica made calzones for them. Lots of sausage, cheese and a few surprises in her calzones. She also unbuttoned a couple extra buttons for them. She didn't show them anything, but they thought they might see something.

Near the end of February Monica decided to walk over to the barn. She thought I was in there making chairs. I was up on the roof of the lodge pushing snow off. I saw her as she entered the barn. Not fifteen seconds later I saw a big brown bear walk out of the trees and head toward the barn. I had listened to the forest service guy and was wearing my old military Colt 45. I couldn't remember seeing a gun with Monica.

The race was on. I went back inside, downstairs and out the side door, running for the barn. I entered the back door just as the bear entered the front. Monica stood right in the middle, between us.

The bear roared and Monica screamed. She had seen me so she started running towards me. I moved to the side just a little and shot the bear. My first round hit him in the neck and he swatted at the sting of the bullet. He reared up on his hind legs, roared again and came for us. Monica cowered behind me and watched. I aimed as carefully as anyone can with a 45 automatic and squeezed off another round. Blood squirted from the bear's neck and he roared again. When he roared he opened his mouth wide and I put a round in his mouth.

He turned around and as he turned I saw a hole in the back of his head. He fell forward, away from us, and I'm sure the barn shook when he hit the ground.