"Explore the Canadian Back Country with our Certified Wilderness Guides," I see that on your website, but my friend says he was having sex every day!" The caller was just looking for confirmation that there would be sex. The higher price always brought out questions like that, but Tom was an expert at redirecting that question.
"All of our Certified Guides are female, and non have relations that preclude them from engaging in sexual activity with whomever they are guiding," Tom responded, knowing that it was no guarantee at all.
"I assure you that they will use two criteria when deciding if you would be fun in the tent, Mr. Guthrey.
1. Are you an adult that gives respect to the land and the people in it?
2. Are you an enthusiastic and giving lover, or at least willing to learn?
"So that's it? No extra fees or additional costs?" Mr. Guthrey just could not believe his luck in finding this gem.
"Well, all that I can say is that every customer wants to come back, so you might want to get a deposit on this before someone steals your spot," Tom always knows when to shit and when to get off the pot.
Tom got another deposit, and our war map for season two was looking like a treasure map.
Tom was the Owner/Manager of the Witamaki Outfitters, and he and his wife Suzie were close personal friends of my parents, before they were killed in a winter accident four years ago.
He also worked hard for my Wilderness Guide Company setting up routes and menus and organizing transportation from either Thunderbay or Sudbury, Ontario. I was hoping to get another season out of Tom and Suzie, but he is well into retirement age, and his investment in the Outfitting business was finally going to pay off for him, when I buy him out at the end of this season, so I couldn't really blame him for wanting to retire. My goal right now is to entice him to continue part time, while his nephew Paulee learns how to do his job. Paulee is 18 now, though still very immature.
My Professors from Sioux Forestry College managed to help me get 2 of Charlie Whitefeather's Granddaughters Certified as Wilderness Guides. They used field testing to establish their knowledge of the land, and filled in the few gaps that they found. I now had two employees, and they would have the entire season to decide if they want to buy into the company, or just remain employees. Of course I had to find funding for the special certification shortcut, but there are people in the Government that can direct worthy causes to the ones with money. The twin sisters turned 18 just last year, so they certainly had the strength and the background to be good Wilderness Guides, but I was still taking a chance on them playing nice with our customers.
"We will be taking four men from the Silicon Valley of San Francisco, down the Albany from the Marten Falls Indian Reserve at Lake Ogoki to James Bay. Both sisters had paddled those waters, so it was the perfect route for their first trip, and with three of us, our patrons were bound to have a lot of fun. "All of them have passed a physical, and their medical condition and restrictions 'if any' show them to be healthy enough to enlist in the army, so that is good enough for us.
Summer and Autumn Whitefeather were two sisters of the land. They had raven black hair and eyes so brown they looked black. These nubile young ladies had already worked their way through every able bodied male in the Witamaki District, so I had no doubt of their sexual appetites. They had certainly heard the rumors about me fucking every customer that I had last year. Those were not just rumors. I did fuck them all, and I loved every minute of it.
I had the sisters fly in the night before, and they kept Cooper overnight so that he would come for me and the rest of the gear in the morning.
"My god Loren! Those girls were almost the death of me!" He cried as we secured the canoes to the float struts. "They were making me tongue them, while my dick was trying to recover! My jaw was having spasms, and they just had to have more! I have never felt like such a piece of meat!"
Poor Cooper had finally met his match, but he could still tick off twins on his list of sexual conquests.
"Don't worry baby, I'll just give you your usual suck and fuck as your tip, if you don't mind? Or are you drained and shriveling up?"
"Well, for a repeat customer like you Loren, I will accept your tip, and give you one back." I could always count on Cooper for a flying fuck, especially when we would be high in the sky and using autopilot for a very long flight.
We watched the scenery for about 15 minutes, our North country is quite spectacular, then I got on my knees to give him the hummer that he had come to expect from me. I always managed to be alone when I traveled with my favorite flyboy. He knew that I would swallow, so he didn't offer a condom, but I knew that one would be ready when I went for a ride. Cooper is so skinny that he almost disappears in the seat, but it leaves lots of room for me to maneuver onto his lap and get his cock into the condom for some grinding fun. We have flown hundreds of miles with his cock buried inside me as he bucks the plane up and down. Sometimes he has to hold my tits so they don't smack him in the face. I just had an endless number of orgasms, while I was in an ecstatic trance.
"If I ever get married, I want one of them to be you, Cooper," I explained to him as we sat by the campfire later that night.
"One of them?" Cooper did not understand.
"My family will have two or three women and one man," I instructed my wide eyed student.
"Well then count me in!" He was very keen on the math. He didn't realize that we would be bisexual, but that probably wouldn't bother him. He's a modern bush pilot!
The sisters had found some warriors from a distant clan, so they had eager cocks to tame, while I had Cooper for another night of passion. Our Software developers would not be in from Cochran until the early afternoon.
The weather was expected to be perfect, but that meant blackflies. I had to hope that these blue eyed white boys had utilized the checklist, and brought a long sleeved hoodie or shirt, to stay hidden from blackflies. We had netting to keep them off of our face, but we didn't have enough netting to cover our arms and legs.
The Tribe has a good dock at Lake Ogoki, since it's the center of administration and a hub, with the new school and clinic. Our tent was not the only mobile housing in this community. Many Native Peoples stop here, and pitch a tent while they visit with relatives and friends. There was free safe water, and a post office that got mail twice a week in the summer, then intermittent as the snow fell.
"We need to check your kits before we hit the water, gentlemen. If you're missing something tomorrow, it's a very long walk to get back here, cause the river current makes this a one way street." I instructed our private group.
"Let's see it guys, we don't care if you have kinky undies or a vibrator, but you have to have certain things."
"Okay. One long sleeved shirt with one long pants. Everyone must have them."
"I don't get cold very easily," Simon insisted as we saw that he only brought summer clothes.
Two hours later, Cooper flew out wearing a pretty red tank top and blue shorts, with a fresh American hundred in his wallet, while Simon got the pants and shirt.
They had to give away 4 pairs of running shoes and three pairs of hiking boots that probably cost more than a month's pay for one of the hunters and trappers that picked them up for free. They were too heavy. Cooper refused to fly them out with him, saying they were only shoes. They paid good money for the water shoes that the men on the reserve wear. In my opinion they were the best investment in footwear that they had made that year.
When the twins got in their single canoes, they let out a yipping cry that sounded more like a war cry, then they peeled their shirts off and picked up their paddles like weapons of war.
Their sisters and brothers all cried out with them as we pulled water away from the dock. I pulled my own top off, but no one noticed me. Then I saw that one of our patrons was taking pictures on his cell phone.
"There will be lots of chances for photos, Ramon," I called over to my guilty looking customer. "Feel free to take your shots Gentlemen. It's all great advertising for us, and it's free, but don't forget that FaceBook will take them down."
