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They herd the sound of a triangle being rung behind them by the fire. Andrew the camp director stood by the fire with the instrument in his paws. The light was reflecting off of his abnormally clean coat of yellow Labrador fur. "Diner!" he called.

The sound of bodies sloshing through the water followed as most people hoisted themselves out of the water. As Shane walked past Wezz and his new friend they were laying hand in hand under a tree apparently not heeding the call to diner. Shane chuckled to himself; this was the first time he ever knew Wezz not to jump at the opportunity for food.

Shane walked into the dining hall to the smell of pasta and another....interesting smell. The smell of wet fur is a close musky cousin to wet dog smell. The dining hall looked a little under populated but no one seemed to be alarmed at this.

Back at the riverbank Wezz and Linda were chatting under a broad tree. "I'm sorry I stared when I first saw you, I was afraid I was all creepy or somethin' looking at you..."

"Well, it was a bit creepy to be honest." Linda replied.

"Not creepy enough to make you run..."

"Nope!...your cute."

She shrugged her shoulders and grinned.

She leaned over him looking deep into his eyes. Wezz nervously put his paw on her shoulder. She shifted her body on top of him and kissed him. They were in heaven. They ran their hands all over each others bodies with a kind of lustful abandon. They locked lips for a good while before she broke off the kiss and inhaled deeply. She rubbed the inside of his thigh and buried her muzzle in his thick fur inhaling his scent. It was a cool summer day but between them it was a tropical rainforest.

Wezz ran his hand down her back and grasped her rump briefly. She gasped as he massaged the small of her back. She grabbed the sides of his head and kissed him even harder squirming on top of him as his paws left no part of her untouched.

She pulled away and looked around. The area was deserted. "Do you wana....?" Wezz mumbled. "yes..." she said breathlessly. "But no..." she said sheepishly as Wezz's fingers were about to go down her pants. He stopped and looked at her with pleading eyes. "I...want to but....I just met you...and...you know..." She said apologetically.

Wezz knew pleading any more would hurt his case. He pecked her on the cheek and stood up. "Crap...its really late." he said. He looked down an shifted his shorts in a vain effort to conceal an obvious protrusion in his crotch.

They looked around and started down a path. It was almost pitch black under the tree cover and they hurried down the path paw in paw. They stopped and looked around after a few minutes. They looked at each other. "Are you sure were headed the right way?" she hissed.

"I'm sure your not." another voice answered.

They both nearly jumped out of their fur. It was Andrew the camp director. He lit them up with a small flashlight. They stood staring at him like two deer into headlights. "You weren't intending on going to the old camp storage sheds were you?" he asked raising an eyebrow. They shook their heads in unison.

He waved them forward and turned down the path. They followed and stopped holding paws. With out turning back to look at them Andrew began, "I saw you on the shore..."

Their stomachs jumped into their throats.

"Your not in trouble...and I'm sorry about watching you...I shouldn't have...but...be more careful."

With that they walked in silence toward the main part of camp. As they emerged from a trail head Andrew headed off toward his office and waved goodbye to them. They had missed diner, they turned and headed toward the rec cabin. With any luck they could walk in un noticed.

The rest of the group headed toward the rec cabin after they finished diner. From the outside it was rather impressive. From the inside it was even more impressive. Cori's group had already been there for a while. It was enormous inside; it was a luxurious lodge style area. The carpet was thick and soft under their paws the room was laden with tables and overstuffed couches. There was a big TV in one corner and many tables many of which were occupied by small groups playing board games. The kitchen off to the side appeared to have plates of food set out for guests.

The group of 20 some furs stood just inside the door looking up and around at the vaulted wooden ceiling that they assumed was the source of the pleasant pine smell. After a minute or two the group broke up and added themselves to various activity groups around the room. Even with between 30 and 40 furs in the room chatting it still seemed quiet and empty.

Mark, Jay, Shane, and Adam stood by the door looking at the various animal heads mounted on the wall that previously would have been innocuous but now had an eerie look about them.

"Lets find Cori...I wana thank her for this invite..." Mark said looking at no one in particular. He started off toward the back of the building. Jay Shane and Adam followed; they passed several doors that lead to rather spacious bedrooms with large beds. While passing one of the doors a gray blur flew out of the doorway and tackled Jay to the ground. The other three whirled around at the sound of the thump as he hit the ground.

Laurie had wrapped her little body around Jay's torso and was squeezing him tight. He recovered from the fall and returned the hug. Jay tried to stand but he was held down. Seeing Jay trying and failing to stand Mark steeped over and grabbed his arms. Shane grabbed his legs and they hoisted the couple off the ground. Laurie let out a squeak as she realized what was going on.

They hobbled into the bedroom and unceremoniously tossed the couple onto the bed and left closing the door behind them. Adam rolled his eyes at Jay and Laurie as this took place. They continued down the hallway to the backdoor leaving the couple to their devices.

They stepped out the back door onto a slate patio with a couple of tables and chairs scattered around it. A dozen tiki torches lined the low wall around the area. Wisps of steam coiled slowly from a small wooden hut built of fresh wood. As they approached they could feel the radiant warmth emanating from it.

They herd some shuffling coming form inside as Mark opened the door. Steam poured out to reveal Cori locked in the missionary position with a young black Labrador boy. "THIS....IS YOUR fault!" Cori said pointing at the Lab.

"What? My fault....you practically dragged me in here?!" he replied shifting his weight.

"I TOLD you not to put in the KNOTT." she retorted.

"Well 'scuce me for being a DOG but the way your FACE looked when I did wasn't exactly a picture of disapproval." he said defensively.

"Fine. That's it. I told you I had to be done before they got here so I'm going to be done now." she said as she started to hoist herself away from him.

"Hey Hey Hey Hey! Watch it or your gonna take it with you!" he pleaded.

" -sigh- how long will this take to go away?!" she said angrily.

"Cant rush these things....15 20 minutes maybe?" he said sheepishly.

"Too long" she said as she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. She hoisted herself up away from him.

"Oww!" he exclaimed as his bright red cock popped out of her nether taking with it a generous stream of cum that she let drip onto his crotch. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off with it before throwing it at the Lab. She put on her clothes hurriedly and stormed off past the group into the house.

Adam and Shane were grasping their stomachs laughing hysterically. Mark was leaning up against the building wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "Priceless man...priceless...you made my day." Mark said to the black lab inside the sauna.

The dog grabbed the towel and began to wipe himself off. He put his shorts back on and stepped out avoiding eye contact with any of the group. Mark steeped forward and extended a paw, "I'm Mark" he said. "Umm, Max." The lab replied as they shook hands.

Jordan came out holding a pack of cards and a bag of candy. Shane and Adam went about setting up some chairs around a little fire pit which they lit with one of the torches. They invited Max to sit down. Mark dealt equal piles of candy to each fur and expertly shuffled the deck before dealing cards.

"Don't worry about earlier Max." Shane began. "Cori is an expert temptress and has...well...been around."

"Heh...I can see why." he said sheepishly.

"Yea she ain't bad is she?" Mark said jokingly nudging Max.

"Beats pawing." Max mumbled.

They all chuckled as they began to eat more of the candy than they bet with. "Ahh pawing, everyone's hobby since age 12..." Shane said chuckling.

"Well...people learn at different times..." Adam said.

"Well yea... not everyone has the light bulb at age 12 I guess." Shane said. "Well how old were you?" he asked Adam.

The group perked up and Adam looked around sheepishly. "Oh...um...I duno if I wana' tell this story guys."

"Ohh there's a story is there?" Shane asked. The group stared at Adam intently completely forgetting the game.

"...Fine...but y'all have to tell your story too." Adam said. The group nodded in agreement and he began.

"Okay, when I was 13 my parents went on this extra long vacation during the summer and they left me at home with this family friend girl who was I think about 17. So one night she gave me a hand job and that's how I learned."

"Oh come on....there's more to it than that!" Mark said.

"Fine" Adam said. "Well she slept on the couch downstairs and late one night we were laying watching TV and some show about teen sex on the rise or something came on and she started lamenting about her frigid boyfriend and how he wouldn't put out or something. She kept asking me about what I would do and I didn't know what I would do. So she said what would you do if I did this? And she put her hand on my crotch. And you know...13 right? So I was all um....ready. And she slid off my pants and was all touching me. She let me touch one of her boobs while she whacked me off. And she did that a lot til my folks got back. She said she liked to watch a boy "squeak" and then I learned to do it myself later."

"Wow..." Shane said. "I wish I had a story like that. All I got was a dirty magazine I found on the sidewalk one day when I was 11. Took it home and tried to mimic what I saw with a pile of pillows til I came. I picked up the proper pawing technique some time later."

"kind of the same." Began Jordan. "Learned at exactly 12 actually. On my birthday I was taking a shower and before I knew it was soaping up and wanking. Best day of my life. I think I did it 6 times that day."

"Sweet." Mark began. "My personal best is 12. It felt like a real marathon...I was sore. For a while. I don't recommend that... Anyhow, I learned by fooling around one evening with myself. I couldn't spurt at first I thought something was wrong. But them I realized that it was actually more fun then cause you know...no cleanup."

Max looked from side to side before beginning. "Guess that leaves me....-clears throat- Actually my cousin taught me. Family beach vacation when I was 14. He was a couple years older and we shared a room. Saw him doing something under the sheets one night. He got all embarrassed and said he would teach me if I didn't tell our folks. So he showed me and we...um....well we gave each other a lot of hand jobs..."

Mark chuckled. "Cant argue with a good ole fashioned hand job..." he said looking at Jordan who immediately became fascinated with a nearby tree.

The back gate creaked and Wezz came in hand in hand with Linda the gray fox. They looked at the group and waved. They both finally relaxed having found where they were supposed to be. Wezz walked over and pulled up two chairs. "What's goin' on?" he asked the group. "Discussing sexual histories" Mark said half jokingly.

Wezz couldn't tell if he was joking or not. Just after Linda walked inside after touching Wezz's shoulder Mark turned to Wezz. "Add to yours tonight gesturing toward the door. "Oh...um...no but....soon? I hope?" he stammered after he was sure she was out of earshot.

Linda walked down the hall pausing to catch her breath. "Get a hold of yourself Linda." She was almost quaking with arousal. She had wanted to just leap on Wezz down at the river and just go crazy. She still wanted to just run outside and reach down his pants in front of the whole group. She leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.

She herd a labored gasp emanating from the other side of the wall.

She shook her head thinking she was hearing things. Can being really horny give you hallucinations?

There it was again. A sharp shuddering gasp. And then a moan followed by grunt.

The world is torturing me, she thought. She looked around. No one was in the hallway. She turned and put her ear up against the wall. She herd two voices. One was sweet and high pitched almost melodious the other was an average boy voice perhaps younger than she was.

She herd very heavy breathing getting deeper and faster. "keep going!" Each breath sounded like a gasp until it was punctuated by a high pitched cry.

Linda had been standing so still her paw began to ache. She shifted her weight and listened with her other ear. She felt how wet she was and idly drew circles on the outside of her shorts crotch.

The heavy breathing stopped and she herd some rustling followed by a rhythmic thumping sound.

Linda thought she was going to melt from listening to this; she slumped against the wall. She wanted so much to be doing this with Wezz. But that would be rather tramp-ish she told herself. Although what she was doing now wasn't that much better. She slipped a paw down her shorts and felt her wetness and tried pushing her fingers inside of herself trying to imagine what was going on nearby.

The rhythmic thumping became faster and faster and the higher pitched voice could be herd again. Louder breathing this time, almost as if she were in great distress. It began to resemble cries of pain from a video game.

Linda went weak at the knees from this and shuddered with pleasure as she came on her paw. The rhythmic shuffling became punctuated by hi pitched grunts and cries. With one final guttural vocalization the rhythmic sounds came to a stop.

Linda leaned with her back to the wall and adjusted her shorts and fixed her hair. She could still hear shuffling from the other side of the door. Her eyes flashed wide as she herd the doorknob turn nearby. With quickness she didn't know she had she darted around the corner out of the sight of those exiting the room she was eavesdropping on.

She herd one set of padding paw steps and one set of almost prancing paw steps moving away from her down the hall. She peaked around the corner and saw an empty corridor and the door to the room ajar. She crept up to the door ears perked up and peaked gingerly into the room. It was empty.

She steeped in and closed the door behind her. The air was heavy. Thick with sweat and musk. She surveyed the room. The bed covers were of course very ruffled. The trash bin was full of damp tissues and there were some wet drops on the side table. She sniffed one of them and licked her lips. She lifted the sheet on the bed and grinned when she saw the shape someone's back written in moisture. There were several lines and spots of dampness on the green sheets.

She surveyed each spot on the sheets and sniffed at them. Certainly sweat and...other fluids. Her loins were tingling again. She slipped her shorts and panties off noting the spot of wetness on her crotch. She lay on the bed her back in the same place as the outline of sweat. She briefly ran her fingers along the insides of her thighs before plunging her fingers into her pussy. She envisioned the nameless faceless furs who were just in here shagging mercilessly. She envisioned Wezz kneeling between her legs and thrusting into her.

As this fantasy played out in her mind she envisioned the look on his face and the feeling of him inside of her. She envisioned him griping her waist and flipping her over. She got on her hands and knees and reached a paw around to her pussy to thrust with her fingers. She pictured him behind her pushing deep into her. Her fingers weren't enough to replicate what it must feel like but she didn't care.

She arched her back and shivered as a rush of fluid washed over her hand. She fell on her stomach laying in a damp puddle of her own and some other's juices. After a moment she collected herself and decided that it was an excellent time for a shower.

She went to her room and threw off her clothes. She walked into the tiny adjacent bathroom that smelled like a hotel and locked the door behind her. As she felt the water running through her fur she wracked her brain. She had never felt like this about anyone before. She had had fantasies sure, but not like this. Has she become a mental slut like those girls at school who wear those horrible outfits? No, she couldn't be she hadn't even put out. That's how I'm going to be different she thought, I'm going to hold out for a couple months before I do that.

The game of cards was replaced by other various board games as the night drew along. They were joined outside by Jay and Laurie a while later. They both looked much cleaner than they were when they were last seen as if they had just showered.

On one of the several runs Wezz made to the kitchen he noticed Linda sitting in an oversized chair half paying attention to the television. He walked over and knelt beside her. When she noticed his presence her stomach did a mini back flip and she smiled. "what are you doin bored in here?" Wezz asked as he put his paw on her shoulder. She placed her paw on top of his and looked into his brown eyes.

After this moment of silence Wezz stood up and gestured toward the back of the lodge. She stood and followed him. It was at this point that Wezz noticed that Laurie had changed her clothes. It was at this moment that Laurie noticed that She was hearing those sounds again. In the same hallway that snaked around leading to a dozen or more bedrooms and finally the back deck she herd it again.

The voices made her pause; her pause made Wezz stop and look at her. Then he herd it too. The sound of a creaking bed and the muffled exclamations of a female voice. They stood looking at each other; each afraid to acknowledge the sounds. The squeaking stopped and muffled voices could be herd. The exchange was difficult to make out but they both giggled when they herd the phrase "wrong hole." they both eased closer to the wall and eventually had their ears pressed against the wall. They stood staring at each other and listening intently. The sounds grew more and more frantic as the sound of the two bodies coming together emanated from the room.

Linda was now positive that the universe was playing with her. This as the second time that day she had to shake her head to stop her eyes from undressing Wezz. She didn't want to stop but she knew it would only make it worse.

Wezz on the other hand had no say in the matter as his male mind went on and on imagining over and over what she would look like naked. The grunts and gasps came to an abrupt halt as it became apparent that the guy had" lost control."

"we should..." Wezz began.

"yea" Linda said.

They walked down the hall each trying to act normal. Wezz was desperately trying to make his boner go away and Laurie was trying to think of baseball. Neither effort was successful.

They joined the others on the patio. The air was cool and the breeze was whispering through the trees. Wezz introduced Linda to the group and they all waved before returning to their games. "Not that she isn't scrumptious Wezz but weren't you going in for food?" mark asked.

Linda buried her face in her hands with embarrassment. Wezz glared at Mark before he turned back toward the lodge. Linda followed Wezz back into the lodge. As they passed the room they had been eavesdropping on minutes before they saw. Two furs exiting it. One very short skunk boy and an orange cat girl. They slinked down the hallway back to the kitchen. Linda and Wezz followed them into the kitchen.

The kitchen was getting progressively more and more cluttered as the night went on but it was still okay considering the number of furs in the lodge. Wezz and Linda grabbed a few bags of chips without looking too close at them and made their way back out to the patio.

The night festivities went on for several hours after. They were mostly uneventful except for Linda beating them all in an epic game of scrabble.

Mark yawned and stretched, "we should head back guys." at that moment Cori emerged from the lodge wrapped in a fluffy white towel; dampened as if she had just had a swim. "you don't have to go if y'all don't want. We don't hardly fill up half the rooms and I'm sure it's nicer than the boys cabins." she said edging closer to Mark.

Mark looked around and seeing no objections he decided to stay. Cori grinned at the prospect. Mark looked quizzically at Cori's towel and she gave him a surprised look. "I'll have you know that there is a hot tub on the top floor..." she said defensively. Mark rolled his eyes at her and turned toward the group and began assigning room numbers to the group. He walked into the cabin and told the furs inside their sleeping arrangements. Some of them had already fallen asleep on the overstuffed couches. Cori helped mark rouse the sleeping furs and walk them up to some second floor rooms.

As soon as Cori and Mark had made sure everyone had a room Cori said, "there are bigger rooms upstairs; one of them still has room if you want." Mark smelled an ulterior motive; but he followed her up the stairs. They came to a big oak door; there only appeared to be 4 rooms on this entire floor.

Cori led Mark through the doorway beside closing and locking the door behind her. Cori licked her lips and turned to look at Mark. He was surveying the large room; complete with a king bed, private hot tub and obvious signs that this room was used recently.

Cori grabbed Mark's tail and looked into his eyes. Mark stared back "so there is room here...but it's not empty...sounds like someone has plans..."

"You just wait..." Cori said as she walked toward the hot tub. Mark followed and stopped to pick up a discarded pair of boxer shorts from the floor.

"I take it these aren't yours..." he said.

"oh no...souvenirs..."

"how many does that make today hm?" Mark asked as she discarded her towel and sank into the warm tub.

She stopped for a moment and counted on her fingers," four... Will it count as 5 if you follow me into this tub?" she asked.

"I don't know...we did it once already I don't think I count as two..."

Cori grinned and reached towards Marks shorts. Mark slid his shorts off exposing his member. Cori smirked with contained excitement as she beckoned him. Mark slid into the hot water and dunked his head under the water. Their forms were considerably different when wet. The disheveled fur gave Mark a rugged look. Cori's fur was clinging tightly to her body showing off her curves.

She glided toward him in slow motion and positioned herself on his lap. She gripped his cock and strokes it for a moment before sinking onto it.

The sensation caused them both to gasp in unison. She reached behind Mark and used the side of the tub to move herself up and down. The water made their movements slow and delicious. The water stopped her from moving too fast and gave them more time to enjoy each moment. Mark ran his paws through Cori's fur and nuzzled her neck. She wrapped her legs around his torso and began to move a bit faster.

The water lapped at the edges of the tub growing more and more turbulent. The sound of sloshing water almost drowned out the labored breaths of the pair locked in slow motion ecstasy. Mark was growing impatient and gripped her around the waist and began to push her up and down faster. Cori grinned as she watched his face contort in rhythm with her sliding over his cock. The water began to lap over the edges of the tub splashing on the tile floor. Mark began to growl and with a final forceful thrust he gripped her by the shoulders and pushed her down on his girth all the way to the hilt. As mark came a jet of his cream spurted right on her Gspot causing her to unexpectedly orgasm right as Mark was grunting and cuming. The tightening sensation drove Mark to new heights and as he wrapped his arms around her back he drew lines in red with his claws crosswise across her back. Cori felt the thin slices on her back but was so caught up in the moment she didn't care.

As they both came back down to earth Cori lifted a sore leg and sat down next to Mark in the tub. Little strings of cum floated to the surface and Cori went about fastidiously fishing it out of the water and disposing of it. Mark spread out his arms and leaned back in the tub and enjoyed the afterglow. After a few minutes they both stood up and sloped onto the tile floor grabbing nearby towels and took several minutes to dry as best they could. Mark noticed the clock on the wall reading 2am. "We should sleep..er...actually sleep now..." he said to Cori.

"Yea its late." Cori added.

Mark threw back the covers of the large bed which revealed a few wayward spots on the sheets. He examined them for a moment but then decided he didn't mind. Cori grinned apparently recalling how those got there. Mark lay down and looked up at the ceiling with his paws behind his head. Cori lay next to him and rolled partially on top of him. She locked him in a long kiss. Her paws wandered over his chest and his paws wandered over her backside eventually resting her butt that was apparently the perfect size to grip by his paws.

"uh oh..." Cori said as her paws ran down to ward his crotch noticing that he was up again. Mark gasped as she gripped his cock and began to massage it. She disappeared beneath the covers and Mark bared his teeth and snapped his head back as she slowly pushed his girth into her muzzle. She whipped the sheets back so she could watch his face as she hungrily and mercilessly worked his member.

She could feel his quickening pulse in her lips as the veins on his cock pulsed in anticipation of what was to come. Her tongue made swirls around the head of his cock teasing him with sensation. She gripped the base of his cock with one paw and tugged at his fuzzy sack with the other. It almost sounded as if Mark was trying to say something through his guttural grunts as he bucked his hips erupting into her mouth. Cori didn't stop working his cock, she milked it dry sucking down and swallowing all of his tiger milk. Once he stopped cuming she same back up to cuddle with him some more. He was still breathless as she locked him in a deep kiss.

They lay there listening to each others breathing and feeling the heat of each others bodies against their fur. Every so often Cori would reach down to check to see if Mark's flaccid penis would get up again. After a few minutes of this Mark spoke up. "you want more? after all this." he asked. Cori nodded emphatically. Mark massaged his tired cock but it was too soon to have a go again. This time it was Mark's turn to disappear under the sheets and make her convulse. He lapped at her slit with his rough tongue paying special attention to her clit. With each lap of his long tongue Cori would shiver in response. Mark shifted and began lapping exclusively at her clit and slipped two fingers into her slit and searched for her gspot.

When her back arched and she failed to hold in a groan he knew he had found it. He slowly massaged it and continued lapping around her clit. Her arms moved to cover her face as the sensation built. Her legs seemed to move at random kicking the sheets off of the bed and shifting as Mark expertly played with her. As her breathing became almost choked with sensation she let out a visceral cry and bucked her hips. A rush of fluid drenched Mark's paw and mouth. It was bitter but not altogether unpleasant.

Mark stopped and looked up at Cori who had her arms extended out at her sides with her tongue hanging out of the corner of her jaw. Mark watched her breasts heave up and down for a moment before he came up next to her. "I think I finally found your weakness." Mark whispered into her ear. She gave him a weak punch to the arm and nodded. "You may...you may have found my weakness...but by all accounts I am your weakness." She retorted getting her breath back. Mark stuck his tongue out at her and she leapt at him. He rolled over onto his back and Cori sat on his lap only to realize that Mark was back "up". He winced as she almost sat on his erect cock. She shrugged and sank onto it. "Cant let a good thing to go waste." She mumbled.

Mark felt the slick warm slippery sweet sensation of her sinking onto his cock. The sensation was different this time, his equipment was so tired it had lost some of its wonder. She gripped his chestfur and began to bounce on his cock. Mark reached around and gripped her butt and massaged it as she rose and fell onto it. His hands migrated up to her back and he pulled her close to him and without coming out of her flipped both of them over. He took over now on top and pushed deep into her. They both grinned at each other as they enjoyed the sensation. It took longer this time for Mark to cum but Cori of course didn't mind as she shuddered several times with several orgasms as his thick cock probed the depths of her pussy. Mark was one of the few men she had been with that could reach those spots she loved.

Mark gripped her arms tight as he let out a tired growl and came into her again, or dribbled rather. He was beyond spent and rolled over onto his back immediately afterward. He didn't remember anything else after that as he fell immediately into a deep restful sleep.

Mark awoke as the sun crept in through he skylights and moved over the bed illuminating the room in bright sunlight. Cori was already awake tending to her fur in the mirror. "Sorry, did I ruffle that last night?" he asked with a sly grin. She smiled back at him, "oh yes you did." she said approaching him. She put her hand on the sheet covering him and it was at that point they both realized that Mark had morning wood. "Well...we cant have this." She said poking at it with her index finger. Mark lay back thinking to himself, "cant satisfy her...there's nothin' doin'" She whipped off the sheets and knelt in-between his legs.

She massaged it with her paws. for a few minutes before she began to lick it lovingly. Mark felt each finger move over his cock and realized that all of the sensation had returned. Her loving manor made him melt under her paws. She watched how his teeth bared and how his chest heaved and could tell from experience that he was close. She made a circle with her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock and worked it up and down with her other paw. She pointed it toward her muzzle and opened her mouth waiting for him to go off. Her predictions were spot on; no sooner than she opened her mouth did he let out a contented sigh and spray his spunk into her waiting maw. She caught all of it and put her lips on the tip of his cock and sucked out every last drip.

She grinned and went back to tending to her fur and getting dressed. Mark watched intently until she pulled a short pair of shorts over her rump and put on her sports bra. He got up and dressed himself before walking down the stairs. The building was deathly quiet in the early hours. Mark noticed that his thighs and arms were sore from the previous days exploits. He stretched them out as he made his way to the kitchen. He filled some trash bags with what had been left the night before. He found his schedule and saw that those in this cabin weren't expected at breakfast. Cori silently joined him in the kitchen and began mixing pancakes. Soon the sounds of morning birds and sizzling bacon replaced the eerie silence. Mark and Cori began to pile up numerous plates with eggs bacon and pancakes. Slowly bleary-eyed campers began to appear in the large common room by the kitchen. As Mark turned to add some more bacon to the dwindling plate on the counter he noticed that Cori had donned an apron that read: Kiss the Cook. He leaned over and pecked her on the cheek just as Shane walked into the room. Shane grabbed a plate and gave Mark a knowing look. Mark looked at him in silent protest.

The mood in the room aside from the jovial mood of Mark and Cori was rather sleepy despite the warm stun streaming through the skylights making squares of warmth across the floor and furniture. Wezz and Linda ate sitting next to each other occasionally stealing glances at the other and quickly looking away. After the breakfast was finished All of the various groups were waves in their respective directions back to their cabins.

The rest of the day was uneventful; For Shane, Jay, Mark, Wezz, Adam and Jordan the day consisted of finding out how difficult it was to tie knots with fuzzy hands. The only event worth mentioning is the succession of jokes about how they were being taught to tie knots by a tiger because a dog would have so much more "experience" with knotts. The knots came all right but they usually consisted of bits of the creator's fur. Some of the other groups were off fishing in the lake having limited success. The day ended with a night of old cartoon movies involving anthropomorphic animals being played outdoors projected on an enormous sheet.

The next day began early in the morning before the wake up over the PA. The sounds of thunder and lightning rattled the panes of glass in the windows of the tiny cabin and the sound of rain pouring over the roof slowly brought the campers awake. The roof leaked in the bathroom leaving a dirty looking pool of water on the floor. Once the PA played a few notes of an unidentifiable song they roused themselves and went about finding their coats and jackets which was more than they had worn this whole time. They made their way in a group to the main cabin for breakfast padding over the wet ground with their bare paws Jordan and Adam expressed disgust at the mud and rain as they walked but their protests seem not to be heeded by Mother Nature.

The Main lodge was filled with the smells of cooking and a new smell that was akin to "wet dog" but apparently had some other species mixed in with it now. The sound of the rain on the large roof had a muffling effect that made the room seem smaller and less full than it was normally despite the fact that there were the same number of furs as every other day. Andrew, the camp director, could be seen by a large chalkboard using his arm to erase the days previously planned activities apparently in light of this unfortunate turn in weather. Mark went to the board and copied their assignments and ushered the group outside.

Despite the thunder and rain the temperature was patronizingly warm. Mark lead them to one of the cabins they had passed on their original tour of the camp and opened the old door and the group quickly entered the building. The roof was intact but that was just about the only thing that was working.

The lodge looked like it hadn't been used in years. Mark flicked on the light switch and the large lamp overhead flashed brightly and made a loud popping noise as it went dark. Mark sighed as he went around opening the shades over the dirty windows. The others went about shaking the water off of their feet and coats leaving a wet spot near the doors.