Swamp by Waldo Warning - The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset you, do not read any further. Swampwater Chapter 1 - The Canoe Vacation I was enjoying the adventure of my lifetime. Canoeing through the Everglades by myself for two weeks. No work imposed deadlines. No schedules to keep except to find shelter before nightfall. No blaring music. No ex-wife chasing me for more money. Just me, my canoe, and my backpack enjoying the sun, the water, and the wilderness of this primitive spot. The Everglades is huge. It is very easy to get lost in here and that is why I chose it. I wanted to get lost and just wander through this primeval wasteland, stopping where and when I wanted to stop. Taking a few pictures with my camera and capturing more images with my memory. I enjoy wilderness. Sometimes I feel as if I was born two hundred years too late. So I take off to some remote wilderness every chance I get. Which is usually only a weekend or three days. Never have I been able to take off for two weeks like this trip. I had started yesterday by leaving my car at the boat dock and canoeing until dark. Then I set up my camp and listened to the sounds of the swamp at night. My campfire burnt brightly as I tried to identify the sounds of the jungle just yards from me. The cry of a bobcat somewhere to the east, the sound of a fish jumping up and breaking water, the hoot of a close-by owl, and the ever present sound of an alligator claiming ownership of the swamp. I enjoyed it all except that I knew that there were snakes around. I love wilderness but I hate snakes. I am afraid of them and one reason that I like to be out like this, is because it forces me to face one of my worst fears. And this area has some of the most deadly snakes in the world. I am very aware that I could wake up in the morning, with a Cottonmouth or rattler sharing the warmth of my sleeping bag with me. So I pick campsites where I can tie my hammock up and keep my butt off of the ground. They can still get to my by dropping on me, but that is not as likely as sleeping on the ground. Last night, which was my first night out here, was very beautiful. I can't wait until we have the full moon next week. I will have to pick my campsites so that I have a clear view of the moon and the reflection of the moon on the water. I have been paddling most of the morning. Just looking at the scenery and enjoying myself. I am staying off of the beaten paths because I don't want to run into anyone or see anything that reminds me that civilization in only a few miles away from me. I try to ignore the floating empty plastic drink bottles discarded by un-caring tourists and the sounds of jets flying overhead, bringing plane loads of tourists to this area. I pulled over to a small long stretch of land and parked my canoe. I got out and was walking through the underbrush, to stretch my legs. I had my walking stick to probe for snakes and my pistol for any snake that got too close to me. Don't get me wrong. I won't kill the snake unless it gets too close and scares the shit out of me. I will bypass it or use my walking stick to move it out of the way. As I carefully walked through the overgrown brushy area, I could hear some noise ahead. I couldn't tell if it was a gator or something even worse - a human. So I eased through the brush and saw a little beach with a canoe pulled up on the beach. I started to turn around and ease quietly back to my area when I saw her. A beautiful naked woman was standing waist deep in the water. It had been her splashing that I had heard. She was naked and her long, black hair flowed down her shapely back. I watched as she dived and swam just below the surface of the water. Then she surfaced and rolled over on her back, doing lazy back strokes, just powerful enough to barely propel her through the water. And to expose those beautiful nipples on her perfect breasts. She was very clearly naked and built. I stopped where I was and just stared. I am only human and this was the most interesting wildlife that I had seen so far. I stood transfixed, watching her float through the water. I was staring at her so hard that I almost missed the barely visible air bubbles that were slowly headed her way. Then I caught sight of the barely visible movement in the water and realized that she was not alone in that lagoon. Experience told me that it was either a gator or a mighty big catfish. If I warn her, then she will know that I have been watching her. I look again at the thing headed for her and instantly react. "Look out," I scream as I jump out of the brush and head for the water as I draw my pistol from its holster. "Gator to your right." She stopped swimming when she heard me and then quickly looked to her right. Whatever she saw was enough to start her swimming furiously for shore. I dropped down to a braced position and took careful aim for where I assumed the head to be on this gator. I squeezed off a shot and the water exploded. A big gator tail came out of the water and smacked the water. Apparently I hit it in a sensitive spot and it had quit chasing her because of its pain. I quickly emptied my clip into the water and it's exposed trashing body. When I finished the last shot, I saw her standing on shore, looking at the gator and at me. She was naked and looked beautiful with the water glistening on her naked luscious body. She said "It's enough. You stopped it and it will go somewhere and die. Let it go and it will leave so it can die in peace." I just stared at her. She was about five foot nine, one hundred and thirty pounds, dark complexion, beautiful face, and a wonderful body. From the dark mass of pubic hair, she was clearly not a natural blond. She looked to be a native Indian. She smiled as she picked up a brush from her backpack and started brushing the tangles out of her flowing long dark hair "Thank you for saving my life. I have been gone from my land too long and got a little careless. How long were you watching me?" I pulled the clip out of my pistol and started re-loading it as I tried to be casual about her naked body, her very attractive naked body. "Sorry that I scared you. I had stopped for lunch on the other side of this little island and was stretching my legs when I saw you. I had only been here for about a minute and was getting ready to leave you to your portion of wilderness when I saw the gator headed to you. If it hadn't been for the gator, then I would have slipped back to my canoe without bothering you. My name is Jeff Daniels." I said. "Serena Jones is the English translation of my names. You would not be able to repeat the pronunciation of my real Seminole name. And thank you for saving my life. I had just pulled into shore for a break and was getting ready to eat some lunch. Would you like to join me?" she asked as she slipped into a pair of cut-off shorts and pulled a T-shirt over her head. "I had just finished my lunch before I started my walk. Thanks for the invitation but I need to go a little deeper in the swamp and find a campground before it gets dark." I said. "Going back into the deep swamp can be dangerous. Are you familiar with that area?" she asked as she opened her backpack and took out some beef jerky. "No, but I have always wanted to visit that area." I replied. "I played there when I was younger. There are not many campsites or open land capable of providing a safe refuge. I am headed back there myself. If you don't mind, why don't we canoe together and go to where I was planning on spending the night. Along the way, I can identify the different places where you can stay. Tomorrow, we can go our separate ways." she said as she put her backpack back into her canoe and looked at me. I ain't crazy. This woman had the type of body that I had dreamed about all my life and she wanted me to travel with her for the rest of the day. And then to stay in the same camp area tonight. I nodded and she smiled as she put her backpack into her canoe and pushed off. "Meet me over by the old Cypress." she said not even looking back to see if I heard her. She knew that I was paying attention to everything that she was doing. I hurried back to my camp, threw my stuff into my canoe and quickly paddled toward the area that she had disappeared into. I found her sitting in her canoe as it floated under the old cypress tree. When I pulled up to her, she said "I love these trees and miss them when I travel. Did you know that Cypress is one of the most durable of all woods? It resists insects and chemical corrosion as well as decay and has a cedar-like smell. The wood lasts for centuries. The cypress doors of St. Peter's in Rome served for 1,100 years and were still sound when replaced by doors of bronze. And what do they do with it in the States? They cut it down to make coffins, acid tanks, docks, pilings, poles, railroad ties and handicrafts. This is an old tree and back in the swamp, I can show you some real old ones that are about 12 centuries old. Think about it. A tree that is 150 feet tall with a limb spread of 80 feet. The roots spread out for support and the knobby knees grow above the water to get air. It's scientific name is Taxodium distichum. My hobby is learning everything I can about nature. If I start boring you with too many facts, please tell me to shut up." I used the knobby knee to slow myself down and to stop by drifting as I said "Please, continue. I am out here to enjoy nature and to learn a little more about this great country of ours. I would be crazy if I passed up a change to learn from someone that really knows about the new things that I am seeing on this trip. I am a little familiar with cypress trees, but obviously not as familiar as you are. How old do you think this particular tree is?" "It's a young tree in cypress lives and a very old tree when compared to gums, willows, maples, and alders normal lifetimes. It was barely breaking the water when Ponce de Leon passed through here in the early 1500's. That little island where we met, used to be a big Seminole camp. The Spaniards dishonored their promises and tried to force my people to show them where the Fountain of Youth was located. A lot of my people died on that island from the guns and disease carried by the Spaniards. They left the island and let it return to nature. My people have not lived there since. I am one of the few people that remember the place and honor it's memory." she said as she pushed her canoe out into the barely moving stream. I pushed off and caught up to her. "Why did Ponce think that your people could show him the Fountain?" She didn't miss a stroke as she said "Because we did know where it was and had people within our tribe that were very familiar with it. The Spaniard was governor of Puerto Rico in 1509 and he heard a legend about an island called Bimini, where there was said to be a spring that restored youth to all who bathed in it. He was seeking this spring when he discovered Florida in 1513. He named the place La Florida after the Spanish term for Easter Sunday--Pascua florida, or flowery feast. He sailed around the peninsula and up the west coast, returning to Florida in 1521. After one of attacks on our villages, he was seriously wounded during an attack and taken back to Cuba, where he soon died. He was a fanatic searching for the Fountain of Youth. He didn't know or care that his history was incorrect. You see, the Fountain of Youth is supposedly a spring that gives eternal youth somewhere in India. Ponce de Leon had established a colony in Puerto Rico, in the West Indies. When he was told by the Indians of a miraculous spring in a northern region called Bimini, he thought it must be the Fountain of Youth. In his search for the fountain he discovered the Bahamas and Florida. The legend was known throughout Europe in the Middle Ages. It apparently originated in northern India and was brought to Europe by travelers and merchants as early as the 7th century AD. There are references to it in early Hindu writings. In the myths of ancient Greece and Rome there was no Fountain of Youth within the reach of people on Earth, but there was a spring of immortality in the spirit world. The Fountain of Youth in time became confused with a Semitic legend of a River of Immortal Life, to be found in paradise. Even Alexander the Great was said to have searched for the River of Immortality in India. So you see, de Leon's search was based upon incorrect facts and legends. He was very frustrated when he landed on our little island and found that we had the same legends in our history. Look out for that snake in the tree." she said as she eased under a low hanging branch. I made a wide detour and had to look very closely to find the snake. If she hadn't mentioned it, I would have never seen it. "How did you see that snake. It blends in and is very difficult to see, even close up like this." "I don't see snakes. I feel them. I sense where they are, what type they are, and what sort of mood they are in. And I also can sense gators. I was remembering my friends that have gone before me and did not catch that gator that was sneaking up on me. That's just a tree snake and you don't have to worry about it." she said as her canoe moved through the water ahead of my canoe. "I don't like snakes. Can't stand them. So anytime that you sense one, please let me know." I said. "Why are you out here then?" she asked. "I love the outdoors. It refreshes me and builds my energy back up. I love the smell and feel of the outdoors. I sometimes think that I was born 200 years too soon. I would give anything to have seen this country as it used to be." I replied as she let me pull up beside her canoe again. She gave a faint smile and said "It was a beautiful country. Take my word for it. I have been around longer than you think and I also miss the wilderness of yesterday. For a white man, you have a nice appreciation of nature. Does your wife share your hobby?" "Not married. And my ex doesn't share anything except my bank account. Is your husband also an Indian?" I asked trying to see if she was married. "I don't believe in marriage any more. I am very familiar with marriage and children. I discovered that sex is not as wonderful after five years and most husbands don't like sharing their wife. I have a healthy sexual appetite and do not plan to slow down by getting married again. My motto became GET IT WHEN YOU CAN GET IT. I love to lie cuddled up with a man but marriage is not for me. It was a choice made for me long time ago." as she said this, her smile turned into a frown. We talked about several things as she led the way through the swamp. She pointed out the difference in fauna and showed me several things that could be eaten safely. I found out that she had been gone from the swamp for over twenty years, although I found that difficult to believe. She didn't look much over twenty so she had to be kid when she left, but she knows too much about these different waterways and vegetation. She paused in her paddling and said "In the middle of that bog is one of the natural springs that feed this swamp. The water is very clear and pure. The old Indian legends call it Pax, which loosely translates to peaceful water in our language. I do not know when I will pass this way again and would like to swim in it. Would you like to join me?" "Yes, lead the way. But the word Pax is Latin meaning peace. How did the old Indians get a Latin name?" I responded as she ducked under a very low hanging tree and eased her canoe into the thicket. "What makes you think that the Spanish were here first? Remember that the legend of the Fountain of Youth is very well known by the people of India, Mongolia, and Turkey. They just couldn't accurately describe where it existed. It is just as plausible that early visitors to this land were from Denmark, China or Egypt, as to think that the Spanish were here first. We need to tie up the canoes and wade through the waist deep water until we get to Pax. And we won't need clothes where we are going. I will bring my hunting knife and flashlight." she said as she pulled off her T-shirt. I watched as she unfastened her shorts and slid out of her moccasins. She stepped out onto a cypress knee and dropped easily into the waist deep water. Her long shinny black hair was flowing around her shoulders and barely covering her shapely breasts. I would have followed her into a snake den at that moment. She watched as I pulled off my shirt and untied my boots. I felt just a little embarrassment as I came out of my shorts because I was afraid that she would see my mild erection so I tried to hide it as I went straight into the water. When I was in the water, she turned and led the way through the bog "Stay close to me so I can caution you about the snakes." she warned. I followed about three feet behind her as she twisted and turned her way around the tree. A couple of times, I wished that I had better sense than to follow a naked Indian through a waist deep swamp with a knife in her hand. But looking at her smooth naked back, I knew that I would have done anything that she wanted. She came to a clearing about ten feet in diameter. The water was clearer than the rest of the swampwater. She said "This is it. The water comes from a very deep underground stream and is crystal clear as you go deeper. This whole swamp has a series of underground caves. We are going to go down about twenty feet and then cut back to our right. There is a cave ledge and within the cave is a air bubble. You have to hold your breath for about thirty seconds. Are you coming with me or waiting here?" "No damn way am I going to sit with my ass in this water waiting for something to sneak up on me. I will take my chances with you." I said. "I thought so. I will make sure that you enjoy this. Come." as she dived into the pool. I went immediately behind her and opened my eyes in the clear water. She was swimming with powerful strokes and I had to push hard to keep up with her. I followed her almost straight down and saw the ledge overhang. I followed her into the narrow cave opening and back about 15 feet into a slightly larger chamber where there was an air bubble between the water level and the rock cave top. She had her flashlight turned on and shining up so I could clearly see the rock walls. "Agh. I almost didn't make it. There is no way to turn around in that narrow passage. How did you know this was here?" I panted as I recovered my breath. "This is an old Indian legend and there are some truths in the legends. We can't stay here long because we will quickly use up the little air. We are going to continue deeper and further back into a larger cave. Are you still coming?" she asked with a big smile knowing that I had no choice. Then she dived. I dived again and followed her through a narrow twisting passage. I could faintly see the passage and follow her through the deepening waterway. When we surfaced this time, there was a narrow ledge in the slightly larger cave. I was standing on the cave floor with the water level about belly button deep and she was at the shallow end where the water was just above her knees. She put her knife on the ledge and said "We have enough air in here for about two hours. Then it will take three months for the air to re-fresh itself. Welcome to Pax. I asked you here for several reasons. First, I wanted to see how much courage you have. I know that you are very terrified of snakes and it took a lot of courage to follow me through that dark swamp. Second, I sense that you are very honest and caring. I will explain later why that is important to me. Third, this is a sacred place of the old ones and is often used in ceremonies. Have you ever made love in a cave? Or in the water? How about in a underwater cave in the water? How about in a ceremonial cave?" It seemed that something was having an effect on her. Her nipples had become large and swollen, like a pair of plump, ripened cherries. My eyes boldly traced her chest, past the flat expanse of her tummy, and came to rest between her thighs that could be seen plainly in the clear water. I yearned for the moment when I could touch and indulge myself in their excitement. Her hands' rose to fondle them, pinching and squeezing the swollen nipples until they were dark pink and ready to explode. She began to twist and pull, using such force that I'd have thought she must be hurting herself had I not seen the look of ecstasy on her face. Then she cupped the pointed mounds and each swollen bud was a dollar-sized space capsule with a fat thumb-sized protrusion a full half inch long. She leaned back against the wall and her dark pussy hair came into view. And then I saw her pink lips. They bulged out, moist and swollen. With her middle and index fingers paralleled to her young slit, she spread herself, revealing open, flowered inner lips. She held the lips apart with one hand while her other hand came down to toy and rub her clit. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets from the sheer pleasure she was administering to herself, and her clit extended from the knotted sheath of flesh like a sword. A finger disappeared between her slippery inner lips and reappeared covered with creamy excitement. The fragrance of her sex became thick in the air and she seductively moved her glistening finger to her own mouth. Her eyes rolled as she tasted herself and then she looked wildly at me eyes as the fingers returned to her waiting pussy and plunged in to the hilt. She gasped and began furiously to finger-fuck herself. "Your breasts are beautiful!" I said as I moved to her so I could kiss and suck her huge nipples. "And you have a nice erection." Her eyes stared at it. She raised her lips to my lips and kissed me as she put her arms around my neck and lifted her body as she wrapped her legs around my hips. Her hard, firm breasts pressed heavily against my chest. After a long, slow, delicious kiss, she asked "I was getting a little turned on, watching you paddle. I want to make love to you, here in the water. How many times can you make me cum in two hours?" As I moved my hand down her firm, tight stomach, she moved her hand so that my fingers could enter her pussy. Her tight pussy yielded at each thrust and my knuckles touched the tender labia causing her to jerk with pleasure. Lubricant poured forth so abundant that it matted her hair and began to run down her legs. I pushed one finger home and rolled my knuckles against her engorged pussy while my other hand furiously rubbed her clit. She moaned loudly as her ass rose from the wall and then her thigh muscles began to ripple. Her body thrashed in orgasm. Despite the fact that her hole was plugged with my finger, I saw it pulsate around them and gush an abundance of cream. It was too much for any man to bare. Her weight was suspended around my waist and neck. My tongue entered her mouth and tried to tie a knot with her tongue as her pubic hair scratched my belly. Her tongue darted into my mouth and we tongue-fucked for several minutes. I had a very hard erection and she used one of her hands to rub my erection against her vagina and ass. I pressed her back against the wall and cupped my hands under her ass as I pressed against her. Her nipples were pressed against my face and the heat of her bush burned my belly. My hands fondled her ass while I kissed and licked every inch of her breasts. When I started to suck her nipples, she began to moan and feed them to me. My hands slid up her back and she settled her pussy against my erection. She used her groove like a slot and pinioned it up and down the length of my straining cock. Her cream began to ooze and bathe us in thick, syrupy lubricant. Every now and then her vaginal opening slid over the cap and engulfed it in a fiery grasp. I thrust up for more but the opening always wriggled away. She guided my hard cock into her warm, wet pussy and I thrust against her as she bounced up and down on my stiff rod. A couple of times, I lost my balance and we went under water temporary , but my cock never left her pussy. It was almost as if she was holding onto me with her vagina muscles. I don't know how long we went after it, but when I finally filled her with my overdue cum, she whispered in my ears "Seven. Seven times. Seven wonderful times. And we still have some time left. We didn't use the full two hours." She slid off of me and looked at me in the faint light. Then she whispered "The clear waters of the Pax spring are used in our ceremonies. They enable us to see the truth and to see some of the future. When I came back to the Everglades, I did not plan to invoke the ceremony. Then I met you and something about you felt right. I brought you here to see who you really are. You are honest. You care. I select you to be my brother. To become one with me and my brothers. To protect and serve our traditions. To become an old one. To replace my dying brother someday in his role as Ashad. I invite you to change your life forever and to join us. As an old one. Will you let me present you to the Council of Old Ones?" "I know nothing about your customs. What is Ashad?" I asked. "I must have the Council's permission before I tell you more. In three days, when I join my brothers, I would like to introduce you to them. If they like you then, I can tell you everything. If not, then we would have had a wonderful fucking time. Would you like to keep me warm at night for the rest of the week?" she said as she played with my semi-hard cock. Chapter 2 - Meeting the Council Members You know what my answer was. We fucked one more time and then left the cave because the air was getting very stale. When we came out of the spring, it was almost dark and we walked in the dark waist deep water back to our canoes. I wasn't too happy about wading through the water at night because gators are most active at night. "Why don't we find a big cypress knee and wait until sunrise?" I asked as I almost tripped over a unseen root. "Nothing is going to bother us. I have spent a lot of years roaming this swamp and know it quite well. And if anything is going to eat me, it is going to be you. Did I tell you that I have a very horny body that needs a lot of sex?" she said as she continued walking. After that statement, I would have followed her through a den of rattlesnakes. We got to the canoes and she led the way through the brush covered bogs until she came to a little island. We beached the canoes, built a little fire, and cooked a light supper. Then we laid curled in each other's arms, naked, exploring each other's body. She was right. She has a very horny body. Thank god for miracles. That next morning, she convinced me to go native. Neither one of us wore any clothes. We put all of the gear into one canoe and pulled it behind us. As we paddled, she taught me how to identify different birds from the sound and sighting. And more vegetation. We were drifting lazy in a sluggish current and not paddling. We were lying in my canoe and she was laying on top of me. She began to kiss down my chest and stopped to suck on my nipples. Her tongue probed my belly button then descended to my erection. She kissed and nibbled up and down its length while her hands stroked it. Then she took my knob into her mouth. When her tongue swirled around the cap I cupped her head. She made a gurgling sound as her mouth came down, taking me deep into her throat. I moaned with pleasure as she consumed my whole cock with a passion. Her head moved up and down, faster and faster, and I knew I would come soon. I warned her, but she sucked even harder until finally I could delay no longer. I exploded in her mouth and she continued to suck me while my cum filled her mouth. She even managed to swallow most of it before she moved her mouth away. I rose up on my elbows to watch her lick my spent cock clean. It turned me on so much that I was hard again before she was finished. "It's my turn!" I said as I pushed her onto her back. "Oh god, just don't turn the canoe over. I can't wait." She spread her legs wide open. I looked at her dark pussy for a glorious moment, a beautiful sight, covered with syrupy cream and opened for me. I poked a finger into the tight hole, then removed the glistening digit and lifted it to my lips. She intercepted my hand and pulled the finger to her own mouth to taste her own juices. It turned me on. After she sucked my finger clean I plugged it back into her oozing hole. I leaned forward and sucked her clit while I thrust my finger in and out. She moaned and her hands came down to my head as she pulled me to her roughly. Her tight cunt pulsated around my finger and I guessed she must be coming. I blindly moved the finger up to her waiting mouth and rammed my tongue deep into her pussy. She licked and sucked her come from my fingers while I drank the nectar straight from her hole. It was delicious! I tongued her pussy until the orgasm had passed, then kissed up the muscular belly to her breasts. I stopped to suck on her nipples amazed at how hard they remained. I finally reached her mouth and we kissed wetly. While our tongues became a single mouth, I thrust my erection against her slippery slit. I knew it was time when her hand wormed in between us. She guided my cock to her pussy and it slipped into her hot, tight hole. "Fuck me, Jeff. Did I tell you that you make me even more hornier than I am normally?" Serena moaned as she dropped a hand to the inside of her knee. Tantalizingly, slowly, she slid her fingers up her long smooth thigh until they grazed her drenched labia. She touched her breasts with her other hand, fingertips stroking slowly across uptilted nipples. She licked her lips delicately, then smiled. Her fingers were tracing the length of her pussy lips and sporadically disappearing between them. I wanted her under me and I wanted my cock to be her fingers. She cupped her tits and aimed the proud pink nipples at me. Deliberately, slowly, I lowered my aching cock down into her hot, wet pussy until my groin was firmly pressed against her pubic arch. She squeezed triumphantly and we began to fuck. Wet sounds gurgled from Serena's pussy but I didn't care, just kept moving my cock in and out. "Mmmm. God, you have a nice cock. You feel so good and you make me so wet inside. You don't know how great it feels to have a hard cock banging away inside you. This is ten times better sex. You can't imagine how great this whopper feels inside me!" Aflame with ardor I could not speak. She smiled and began to squeeze a rippling rhythm on my testicles. Pleasure caused me to fuck with long deep thrusts. Her hot little hole was moving with me and her tilted hips matched me thrust for thrust. "Oh mmmmm, Jeff, I'm gonna cum!" Serena groaned and I froze, sure that any further motion would send me over the edge, too. I pumped my cock within the orgasmic grasp of her pussy. She jerked up and down, twisting furiously. My cock sloshed in and out until suddenly the first squirt splashed into the depths of her vagina. I moaned and slammed home with what I knew would be an enormous load. She giggled and continued to milk my balls until they were spent. "Now it's time for the best part." Serena spoke in a teasing voice. She rolled me onto my back. Her cum filled pussy came down on my mouth. I knew what cum looked like, and felt like, but I wasn't sure I was ready for a load of my cum flowing into my mouth from a pussy! It was hot but delicious! I opened my mouth wide and implored Serena to drain her pussy and fill me. What I couldn't swallow dripped from my lips. My tongue was still slimy from the excess when she got off my face and pulled my mouth to hers for a kiss that opened my eyes. Her tongue worked into my mouth, and she was actually sucking my come out! Her hand grasped my cock, stroking it roughly, and her bare tits were irresistible melons wriggling over my chest. "That was great. Don't know how we kept from turning the canoe over. You can't imagine what it is like to feel the sexual pleasure that only a woman can experience. I love my body and it's sexual appetite, but sometimes I just can't get enough. We just had a hell of a good fucking and my body is demanding more." she panted as she stroked her pussy. It was obvious that she found the view arousing as hell. Despite the big orgasm she had all over and around my cock, her pussy was beginning to glow again. The more she rubbed herself, the hornier and wetter she became. We did turn the canoe over this time. But the water was shallow enough so that I could stand flatfooted while she pumped up and down on me. When we finished, the canoe was not seen anywhere. It had drifted out of sight. We swam downstream and found them caught up in some low handing vines. The next two days and nights were the same. We would paddle two or three strokes and then fuck for two or three hundred strokes. I almost maintained a permanent erection. The fourth morning, she reminded me that she had to meet her brothers and she wanted me to come with her. We paddled for about half the day, stopping only once to enjoy each other's body and to put our clothes back on. About three in the afternoon, we came to an inlet with some cabins, a little swimming beach, and some tied-up boats. We pulled our canoes up on the shore and someone called from the biggest cabin "We are in here Serena." We walked up the path to the cabin and entered. There were about six attractive women in the cabin. Four of them were clearly Indians, one was Black and one Asian woman. In the middle of the room, was a bed with an elderly Indian woman propped up. "Welcome Serena, we have missed you and are glad that you were able to come. Please pardon me but I can't get out of bed. Who is your handsome friend?" said the elderly woman as she smiled at me. "This is Jeff Daniels. I would like to propose him for membership into the council. Jeff, this is my .... my oldest living relative, Alice." she said as she kissed the woman on the cheek. "Jeff, you should be honored. Very few people are ever proposed for membership into the Council and for Serena to propose you, is even more of an honor. I regret that because of my illness, I cannot show you the courtesy that I would like to offer you; nor spend much time with you because we have some business to take care of. Carol, would you escort Jeff to cabin 5 and help him put away his camping gear while Serena and I catch up on some business that we need to discuss. I have some things that I have to make sure that they are taken care of." she responded. The black woman got up, and put her arm around my waist to lead me. "Sure, Alice. Jeff, let's go put your gear up and spread out your wet clothes. How long has it been since you had a hot shower?" she asked as she gestured toward the door. I looked at Serena and she smiled as she said "Go ahead Jeff. And remember my motto works for you also." I paused and looked at her but she had already turned back to Alice and they were talking in a very low voice. She had told me a couple of days ago that her motto was to get it while you can. But what did that mean? I let Carol lead me over to one of the cabins as she quizzed me. How long has I known Serena? Where am I from? Have I ever been married? What high school did I go to? What do I like to eat? Have I ever been overseas? What are my hobbies? Where do I work? She didn't follow the usual flow of questions but jumped around as if she was trying to get me to think about different parts of my life. By the time that we got my gear up to the cabin and she had showed me the shower facilities, she had asked about fifty different questions about my life. She said that she was going to go check on dinner and for me to get cleaned up. I dug out my shaving gear, some clean clothes and took my dirty clothes with me. In the shower house, I put my dirty clothes in the washing machine and striped down after wrapping a towel around my waist. I shaved and entered the shower stall. It was dark in there because the light was burned out. I loved the feeling of the hot water stream pounding against my skin. After a few moments of luxuriating, I reached for the shampoo. I put some in my hair and worked up a good lather. The soap ran down into my eyes, and if I opened them, it hurt like hell. I heard a click and cool air swish across my wet body. Somebody had opened the door. The door closed and I felt something brush against me. I wasn't alone in here. I started to turn around but the course pubic hair rubbing against my ass and the nipples brushing my back felt mighty good. "Serena?" I asked but a finger to my lips silenced me. I tried to open my eyes and look but the soap made them sting too bad. Her hands began to soap my back. I turned around and my hands encountered large breasts, wet and slick with soap. They were not Serena's breasts. I had sucked on them enough over the last several days to have memorized them. These breasts were larger and were just at firm, but they were definitely not Serena's. "Who are you?" I asked. "Serena is not the only horny woman around here. Have you ever been with a black woman before?" she said and I recognized Carol's voice. "Yes, but it was a long time ago." I said as I pulled her body against mine. "It wasn't so long ago. You were in the Army. You and your buddy picked up a prostitute. She had large sagging tits and her box was very loose, even though she was a relatively young woman. You worried for days that you would catch the clap, didn't you?" she asked with a giggle. "Yes, I did, but how did you know that?" I asked amazed that she knew that about me. I had almost forgot about it, it had been so long ago. "I know more about you than you think. My job is to learn everything about you that I can. I know that one of your childhood fantasy's was to make love in a dark shower so I unscrewed the light bulb while you were going through your pack. But enough of that for now, I want you. I want to fill you inside me. I want to feel your wet chest slide against my wet breasts. I want to make love to you and to get out of here before the hot water is all gone." she said as she continued rubbing soap all over me. I fumbled for another bar and returned the favor. She was right. I had some childhood fantasies about doing this but how did she know? I quit wondering about how as my hands wandered over her wonderful body. She was young, beautiful, and had quite a firm figure. My hands explored every curve of her body. She didn't shy away, and welcomed any thing that I wanted to do. The only sound in the shower stall was the hiss of the water jet and faint but heavy breathing. Her hands were very skillful. I was quite aroused and she moved down to my hips with her soap. Several times I almost climaxed, but each time she backed off just in time, prolonging the experience. She knew exactly what she was doing. Then she put the bar away and rubbed her whole body against my body. The wet, slippery sensation was almost too much to resist. Suddenly she raised up and the next thing I knew I was inside her. We wrapped arms around each other and slowly writhed together standing under the hot stream pouring down on us. Except for her whimpering, she didn't make a sound. I climaxed in a huge spasm as she started climaxing and screaming. I didn't care that her screams could be heard all over the island. And that everyone would know what we were doing. We stood there in the shower, panting and trying to recover. I was still buried deep inside her and she whispered "Don't say a word and just concentrate on how nice your cock feels in my warm wet pussy. I am going to say some phrases and I just want you to listen to the word and relax. Let me do all of the work." And I felt her vagina muscles start squeezing my semi-hard cock as she whispered "Love. Sex. Money. Religion. Family. Woman. Man. Job. Death. Honor. Trust. Preserve. Word. Military. Fear. Desire. Eat. Children. School." and she kept going on saying different words, leaving about a three second pause between each word. I was doing what she wanted. My attention was focused entirely on the wonderful sensations that her constricting vagina muscles were momentary enjoying. She could play these word games with me all day because I was really enjoying myself. After a couple of minutes, I was doing a slow hump as she rode me, with her back braced against the wall as she moaned and continued "High school girlfriend. First fuck. Oh, god, yes, like that. Pets. Favorite clothes. Pet peeves. The first time that you masturbated. Bisexual experiences. Favorite color. Oh, god, Jeff, you are going to make me scream myself hoarse in a minute. Ice cream. Your mother's death." and she went on with this nonsense list as I pumped her. Then the water turned cold. We had ran out of hot water. It only took a couple of moments for us to get out of the shower and for me to carry her to the bench where we continued fucking. And she screamed and beat on my chest as we climaxed. Again, we came together. She separated from me after a couple of minutes and said "We used up all of the hot water. Remind me to tell Alice that we need a bigger hot water tank." as she got up and commenced to put her clothes back on. "Why did you ask me all those weird words?" I questioned as I dressed. "I don't normally tell anyone this, but tomorrow, you will know everything about us. So it won't hurt to tell the truth. I can sense things. When I say something, it causes you to think about it momentary and I can sense what you are thinking. I got quite a complex image of you from saying those seeming random words. Although Serena wants you to join us, Alice wants to make sure that you are qualified and capable of joining us. So you might say that I was checking you out, to see who you are and to see who you could become. I am going to concur with Serena's request and recommend that you be permitted to join the council." she responded as she opened the door. "Wait, tell me about this Council." I said as I followed her outside. "No, that is Serena and Alice's responsibility. You will know everything tonight. And don't worry. You are perfect for us. I look forward to you being my brother." and she laughed as she marched back to the main cabin. I returned to the cabin and laid down on the cot to think about everything that occurred on this trip. What did they have planned for me? What is going on around here. I was still thinking about what to do, when I went to sleep. Exhausted from my afternoon with Carol. Chapter 3 - The Invitation "Jeff, wake up." said a distant voice as I was pulled back into the real world from my dreams. "Come on, Jeff. Wake up. Alice is ready for you." said Serena. I finally got my eyes open and saw Serena standing at the end of the bed. I looked around and could see that it was night outside. "How long have I been asleep?" I asked groggily. "About three hours. Carol must have really drained your energy level." she laughed with a big smile. I didn't say anything. I just got up and motioned her to lead on. She took me by the hand and talked to me as we walked the short distance to the main cabin. "Hello Jeff, I hoped that you slept comfortably after your shower with Carol. It sounded like you found some common interests with her. I started to come over once and see if you were interested in a menage de trois. But with all this young pussy floating around here, I knew that it would be a long time before you would even consider letting me give you a blow job. Such is one of the penalties of growing old and looking old. But enough of that. Time is growing real short for me. We have an invitation for you. Please sit down." said Alice, still laying in her bed. I entered the room and saw that it was empty except for the three of us. I was still half asleep and didn't feel too vocal, so I just nodded and sat down. "How familiar are you with the legend of the Fountain of Youth?" inquired Alice. "Just what I remember from school history. Ponce de Leon thought that the Fountain was more than a legend and that it existed in Florida. Then he spent several years searching for it." I replied. "Correct. The legend of the Fountain of Youth is associated with the exploration of America in our time. Explorers prior to de Leon placed the spring somewhere in India. All of the legends have the same basic facts. A spring that gives eternal youth. The legend was known throughout Europe in the Middle Ages. It apparently originated in northern India and was brought to Europe by travelers and merchants as early as the 7th century AD. There are references to it in early Hindu writings. In the myths of ancient Greece and Rome there was no Fountain of Youth within the reach of people on Earth, but there was a spring of immortality in the spirit world. The Fountain of Youth in time became confused with a Semitic legend of a River of Immortal Life, to be found in paradise. Alexander the Great was said to have searched for the River of Immortality in India. Ponce de Leon had established a colony in Puerto Rico, in the West Indies. When he was told by the Indians of a miraculous spring in a northern region called Bimini, he thought it must be the Fountain of Youth. In his search for the fountain he discovered the Bahamas and Florida. He was very ruthless in his search and wasted many native Indian villages trying to force someone to take him there. But he never found the spring." she turned so that she could recline a little more comfortably. "He listened to so many repeats of the legend that he assumed it had to be true. He even questioned individuals that were supposed to have benefited from the spring. But he could never convince anyone to provide positive proof. Even if his questioning resulted in the death of the person being examined. There was wholesale destruction of complete villages and tribes to convince everyone to assist him. Finally, an arrow found a weak spot in his armor and pierced his lung. He returned to Puerto Rico and died, still convinced that the fountain existed. And he was right. It does exist, but does not possess the powers that he thought it did. Most legends are based upon some real facts. There is a Fountain of Youth and we know where it is. All of the women that you see on this island are members of the Council of Old Ones and have enjoyed the benefits of the spring. Serena has proposed you for membership and Carol concurs that you would be a welcome addition to our small group. Therefore, with the permission of the other members, I have been authorized to discuss the fountain with you and to extend an invitation to join us." she said, looking me squarely in the eyes. Before I could say anything, she continued "The benefits are not for everyone. A lot of people visited the spring and slept in the waters. Some people benefited from it. A lot of people did not and caused problems that were extremely disastrous. A Council of Old Ones was established to control access to the spring and to monitor how the powers of the spring were used. Over the years, the number of people benefiting from the spring dropped. The Council decided that it's power was not appropriate for the masses and limited it's access to about thirty people. We have twenty seven now and my death sometime this year will drop us to twenty six. I had called this council to request permission to seek three new recruits. Serena discovered you in the swamp and thought that you were a good candidate. Carol, has a unique power to sense things about people. She can say a word and get thought and memory patterns about the person. She does find you attractive and would have had sex with you willingly, but today's episodes were required examination of you by the Council. She reported that your mental processes are very solid, that you have a strong honest character, and that you are dependable. She seconded your recommendation. Therefore, by unanimous decision by the Council, I can issue an invitation to you to join us." She started coughing and gave me a chance to think while Serena got her a glass of water. So that was why Carol kept saying those weird combinations of words and asking off-the-wall questions. "Thank you. Over the years I have watched many people die and now that it is my turn, I plan to accept my fate with as much dignity as I can. Where were we? Ah, yes. The Council has to strictly control the fountain. Sometimes, the fountain gives extra powers, such as the power that Carol has. When that occurs, we have to make sure that the person with the power is capable of correctly using it's power. Some of our members were not able to handle the extra life and caused problems. They wandered all over the world telling about the fountain and the legend began in several countries. Then as happens to all legends, the legend changed over the years until it's present version. Now, you should know that the powers of the fountain are limited. There is no Fountain of Youth. It is the Aroid de Fountain in our language. It does not turn anyone into a younger version of themselves. And you will eventually die, as you can see by my personal example. It's real powers are quite different. Now before I go any further and tell you more, I have to know if you are going to accept our invitation and join us. If you decline, then I will stop my story here and you will continue your life as if we never existed. If you accept, I will continue and we will take you to the Fountain tomorrow. You will give up your life as you know it now and become one of us." she said as she paused for my answer. "I don't know what to say. I have never considered anything like this and don't have an prepared answer." I looked at Serena. "Jeff, I know how confusing this can be. I remember when I was provided this chance and had to quickly made a decision. I made it and have never regretted it. And it does work. Jeff, I was raped by one of de Leon's soldiers. I worked as a slave at Jefferson's plantation. I tanned buffalo hides for William Cody. I lived as a princess in Africa for twenty years. I am almost six hundred years old. I have some bad memories of loved ones dying that were normal mortals but I have never regretted my decision. You have nothing to lose but death within the next sixty years." she said quietly. I have been fucking a six hundred year old woman. No way. This can't be real. However, if it is, then I am passing up the chance in a lifetime. I thought about everything that I knew about this and all of the possible problems for about two minutes. Neither Serena nor Alice said a word while I thought. Then I said "I accept." Alice smiled and Serena gave me a big hug. When Serena released me, Alice continued "The fountain does not provide immortality. It is possible to be killed. However, wounds that will kill mortals can be survived. It will take a very damaging wound before you die. Our bodies have a tremendous healing capability. We can re-grow a leg or arm in about two years. Our skin rejuvenates and removes any scars. I remember when Serena was raped by that Spanish soldier. He rapped her while his compadres held her. Then he stabbed her with his knife and left her bleeding to what he thought was sure death. Six weeks later, a healed Serena cut his throat and watched him die as he tried to figure out how she was still alive. Cathy, the Indian that was cooking when you arrived, lost most of her leg to a gator about seven years ago. If she had lost the lower half of her body, then she might have died, but it takes a severe injury before death becomes a reality. So body rejuvenation from most wounds is a power that you will have. I suggest that you don't test it to see how far you can push your rejuvenation." She took a sip of water and proceeded "And you will eventually die. I am about nine hundred years old. The fountain will give you the youth and body of a person that is about twenty to twenty three years old. You can eat all of the food that you want or not eat food and remain looking the same. It is impossible to get fat and to die from starvation. So your clothes will always fit you. Over the years your age will remain constant and then one day, age will suddenly start taking a toll on you. You will look in a mirror one day and see that you are starting to age. When that occurs, you will age fast. About three years ago, I was just as young looking and active as my fellow members. Within three short years, I aged fifty years. I expect to die within the next month and accept my long deferred inevitable result. My demise requires that the Council appoint a new leader and to fill the missing positions. So you will die someday, but not for at least six hundred to one thousand years from now." "Your body can withstand other punishment that would destroy normal bodies. You will feel heat and cold but they cannot destroy you. You could hike naked to the top of Mount Everest or across the Sahara Desert without damaging your body. I have journeyed around the world six different times. The first time took me almost three hundred years. I walked across ice flows and swam in icy ocean water until I reached what is now known as Asia. I traveled through Africa and Asia and saw my older sister in India. She is the reason that the legend focused on India for so many years. I traveled with Vikings who were eager to have a guide take them across the Atlantic to America. But enough of my story for now. You need to know what is in store for you. Serena, I am getting cold. Hand me that blanket, dear." she said. After Serena placed the blanket on her, she continued "Sometimes the Fountain gives additional powers. Both Serena and Carol have the capability to feel and know what someone is thinking. Carol's power is a lot stronger. Did I tell you that she was a slave that escaped to the swamp prior to the Civil War? Get her to tell you about the affair that she had with Mark Twain. She is one of our newer members and her power is quite strong. She can actually feel memories of a person as they think about things. That is why, she asked you such seemingly unrelated questions, to get you to open that portion of your mind to her mental research. Roberta is able to project her thoughts. Only thing is that she can't direct it to just one person and everyone gets the same thought. And some of the others have almost as unique gifts. So you see why we control access. We don't know what, if anything extra, that you will be able to do. So we want to make sure that you are capable of using it wisely before we accept you as one of us. It is no fun to have to capture and kill a sister that is misusing her powers. Is it cold in here or is it just me?" she asked. Serena lied and said "It is getting colder in here. Just relax, my loved one." Alice briefly shut her eyes but she continued "Limited immorality. Body rejuvenation. X-power as we call the unknown potential. All of those wonderful capabilities. Serena, why don't you explain the initiation to our future brother." Serena looked at Alice and I could see a glimmer of a tear form in her eyes as she thought about the sister that was getting closer to death. "I will take you to a cave. The cave is an underwater cave and there is a long swim in. But you can do it because I will be beside you. Then we will crawl through the cave to the chamber. In the chamber, we will have to do something that you will find very unpleasant at first. But it is necessary and I will defer those specifics until we get there. The end result is that your body will be injected with a starter serum. Then you will immerse your body in the Fountain. The serum and fountain will make you run a fever. You will sleep in the Fountain while I watch you. When you wake, you will be somewhat changed. I will help you return to our island, where you will rest for three days. Then we go back and do the same thing. When you wake that time, you will be greatly changed. We will return and you must relax for two weeks. Then we will return to the Fountain for the last time. When you wake that time, you will be the new you and one of us completely. No further treatment is necessary." she said. "The treatment takes over two weeks. I don't think that I can take all of that time off." I said. "Don't worry about it. You will become a full fledged member of the Council, sharing in all of our common resources. We are all multi- millionaires several times over and don't have to worry about ever working a single day or doing anything that we don't want to do. You will be the new you and you will start your new life. We will assist you as you need us to help. And your old life no longer exists. You are no longer that person. You will adopt a new identity. Adopting the identity is always the most difficult transition. You see, when you finish the treatment, you are no longer a man. You will have a woman's body and a woman's desires." she said. Chapter 4 - Thinking about the changes A woman. I am going to get a sex change. Serena gave a mild laugh and continued "I knew that you would have a little difficulty with that concept, so I didn't discuss it until last. All of the Council members were born men. The treatment does not work with a natural woman. I was about thirty-five years old when I became a twenty three year old woman. The thing that helped me adapt the easiest, was that your body also becomes more sexually stimulated. I would never go back to being a man if I had to give up my sexual feelings and desires. I can't really describe the difference, but you will find it difficult to keep from becoming a prostitute for the first several years because you will want to experience sex almost every waking moment. And Alice didn't mention that you will also not have to worry about normal sickness nor disease. You can't catch or pass any disease and will never have allergy problems or colds again. Think about it this way. You are not the same person that you were five years ago or ten years ago. Every day of your current life, you change your looks, your attitude and the way that you react to things. It is just as easy to go from being a man to being a woman. The first couple of weeks, you will be a little confused and timid, thinking that everyone knows that you used to be a man. But as you can see from the rest of us, we don't look like men and we adapt a lot easier than you think. The main difference between men and women is their attitude. I used to be a warrior. I wanted to be a great war chief, and lead my people into a victory battle. I found it quite easy to go from a breechcloth to a dress, from being a great hunter to being a great cook, from being a good father to giving birth to my own children, from having sex with many women to sucking my man's cock." "Damn, don't know about that cock sucking but you offer an interesting perspective of how easy it is to change your life. It may be worth it, just to get rid of my allergies. How do I become a woman? What will I look like?" I asked. "The treatment is three steps. In the first treatment, you lose your facial and other masculine body hair. Your muscle tissue becomes softer and your body becomes smaller, more feminine. You will lose about thirty pounds of body mass. You develop some small breasts, small for a woman but big for a man. And your hips will spread a little. Your penis will shrink. But you are still more of a man than you are a woman. In the second treatment, you get more feminine. You lose another thirty pounds of body mass and size. Your voice changes, your hips spread, you lose more body mass, and your breasts go through more expansion. At this time, you appear to be a woman, but someone could easily recognize the masculine features and think that you are a man that has gone through a sexual surgical process with hormone treatments. You still have a penis, but it is about the size of a clitoris. You have a little vagina but it is not fully formed or capable of normal sex as a woman. Your face is softer and has become more feminine looking. The last treatment gives you the body that you will have for the rest of your life. Your breasts will greatly enlarge and firm up. Your nipples and areola will develop. Your penis is gone and your vagina is fully functional. You will have periods and can get pregnant. Your hips are normal woman hips. Your body mass is a normal woman's body mass. Most men lose about sixty to one hundred pounds and about three or four inches in height. We think that the final result is what you would have looked like, if you had been born a natural woman. When you finish the third treatment, you will have the same hair length that you have now, but that will quickly grow to a more feminine length if you desire. I kept my head shaved for about a year when I was in the Spanish prison." she said then she held up both of her hands. "Look at my hands. They both look the same but there are some slight differences. When the palms are face up, then both thumbs are on the outside. They are mirror images of each other. When I first started using my hands, I started using one hand more than the other. I became right handed. There was nothing wrong with my left hand, but I preferred to use my right hand. After a little time, I did just about everything that required only one hand, with my right hand. I did use my left hand for some things, but the right hand was the dominant hand of choice. Everytime I learned a new skill, it was with my right hand because it seemed easier because it seemed to be easier to learn with my right, rather than with my left. There was nothing that I was doing with my right hand that I could not have done just as easy with my left hand, if I wanted to. And if learned how. Once I learned how, then my left hand did just as good a job as my right. Then some things became more natural for me to do with my left hand. It is the same with your natural sexual preferences. Everyone has a masculine and feminine side. When you were a baby, your parents wrapped you in a blue instead of a pink blanket. They bought you toy guns to play with instead of buying you toy dolls. They taught you to display your masculine characteristics and to hide your feminine characteristics. They enrolled you in boy sports at school because they wanted you to learn the boy sports. Your parents taught you to hide your feminine side and to strengthen your masculine side, because of peer pressure and because they were taught by their parents to do it this way. They could have taught you just as easy, to hide your masculine side and to emphasize your feminine side if your peers were doing the same thing. Look at all of the Scottish men that wear dresses but call them kilts to differentiate between women's and men's clothing. Your parents could have taught you just as easy to let your hair grow long, to color it, to wear lipstick, to wear eye make-up, yet still be a man. Peer pressure and your parents compliance with peer pressure are the only reasons that you dress, and act the way that you do now. When I and most of my brothers became a woman, we had a big cultural change to deal with. In our ages, women were clearly second class citizens. with no rights or privileges as compared to today's woman. We were the property of our men and they could sell us, beat us and in some cases, kill us with fear. Think how I felt going from being a strong warrior with a voice on the council that everyone listened to, to being someone that was only good enough to be a cook. My mind or memory had not changed. I could still make the same decisions but their concept of me was that I was not capable of doing anything but servitude to my man. But things have changed. Today's society permits feminine men and masculine women. Today's society permits a big former football star like Rosey Grier to have a needlepoint hobby. Today's society permits women to run in marathons, which was a forbidden sport forty years ago. Becoming a woman is a physical change and a mental change. The Fountain takes care of the physical change but you have to do the mental change. You have to learn a slightly different walk, so that your ass looks better to men. You have to learn to dress appropriately and wear make-up so that you are showing off your most appealing body areas. You have to learn to wash your own clothes and your man's clothes. You have to learn how to use your feminine side to accomplish what your masculine side wants. Aside from the physical change, being a woman is only an attitude adjustment. And looking at it from purely the physical side, being a woman is great. You will find that you feel better, more alive, and more in touch with who you really are. More alive except for the monthly curse. And the sex is the best for a woman. The first time that you experience a multiple orgasm, you will be convinced. What more can I say, except that this is a decision that only you can make." she said, pausing to wait for my response. "It's a difficult decision because I have never been given the opportunity to think about it before. I know that once I go through with the treatment, that I cannot return to today's body. A lot of what you are saying make very good sense and my hesitation is based upon fear of the unknown more than disagreement with what you are saying. My life has been a good life, but I never felt satisfied or fulfilled. And you are offering me a chance to basically start over and to start a new life somewhere else every twenty years. And if I don't like the way things are going, I can take the suicide way out at any time." I replied as I looked into the burning fireplace fire, then I continued "I agree. I want to accept your invitation and to become one of your group. When do we start?". "Tomorrow morning. Now let's go to bed. I want to see why you had Carol screaming at the top of her voice. And I want to make sure that you have a very memorable last night as a man." she replied as she stood up to leave the cabin. I followed her back to the cabin. I think I got about three hours of sleep. Roberta joined us sometime in the morning and we made it a menage a trois. Serena was asleep and I heard Roberta enter our cabin. She moved softly and kissed Serena on her mouth, waking her up. I watched as Roberta's tongue caressed hers, probing tenderly. They held each other's bodies and Roberta started licking her shoulder, neck and ear with her tongue. Serena sighed with excitement and held on to Roberta tight. "Let's show Jeff how two much fun two women can have with each other. Jeff, I am going to establish a mental lock with you. Lay back on the floor and shut your eyes. As long as your eyes are shut, I can share what I am feeling and doing. I am going to let you experience everything that I experience. ", Roberta said with passion. I got up and laid on the floor. As soon as I shut my eyes, everything changed. My body was tingling with excitement. I was in Roberta's body. In her mind, sharing her experiences, her feelings. I had no control over her body or movements and could just go along for the ride. Serena set up in bed and Roberta sat on her lap facing her, her knees supporting her on the both sides of Serena's body. Her breasts were close to Serena's face, and she caressed them with her hands. Serena found Roberta's nipples and started massaging them. Roberta's ass was resting on thin air, and Serena moved her hands to support it. She gradually brought them closer to Roberta's pussy as Roberta moved her breasts for Serena to lick. God, what a sensation that was. I felt as if a real mouth was wrapped about my large boobs. "Oh god", Roberta moaned as she put her hands to Serena's tits. Serena was now licking her shiny breasts one by one, burying her face between them and pulling her closer to her. "My pussy is tingling. You fucking gorgeous creature." she whispered. Nothing on earth, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for what I felt and experienced, hitchhiking on Roberta's thoughts. They licked and sucked at each other as though born for eating pussy. They rolled over on the bed so that Serena was on top, and they were kissing fiery kisses, their tongues licking each other's mouth. Roberta wrapped her legs around Serena's, thus securing the position. Their hot pussies were now very close, and Serena placed her right hand over her ass and reached for them from behind. She found her very own, caressed it for while, then pulled her hand back and brought it between them. As her hand reached Roberta's pussy they rolled sideways to give her more room to operate. Serena rubbed her pussy lips with her fingers as she licked her swollen, wet breasts. "Yes", Roberta moaned as she inserted her finger inside her, examined her for a while, found her clitoris and concentrated in it. Roberta arched her back and stretched her feet as far as she could to intensify to feeling. She lay on her back with her eyes closed, letting Serena touch her where it felt best. Roberta was fingering herself with one hand, transmitting the sensation to me to increase my pleasure. "Oooh", she yelled as the orgasm make its way through her hot body. Serena closed her eyes and became one with Roberta's mind, feeling the orgasm as personally as she did. Her own body, to which excitement was too much, responded by exploding into an orgasm of its own. They breathed heavily as they held tight into each other, prolonging the orgasm, feeling it, sharing it together. Serena moved down to Roberta's breasts and started licking the nipples. They were large and looked really nice on her firm tits. Roberta yipped of excitement and then arched as she approached another climax. Serena moved her finger in circles around Roberta's clitoris. I felt how her asshole's muscles vibrated once, then again - the orgasm was coming again, this time with force. "Oh YYEEEEEEEEEESS!" I wanted to screamed as she came, Serena's fingers climaxing her, supporting her launch to orbit. As soon as the orgasm had been enjoyed into the last drop, Roberta started eating her. First she licked Serena's pussy lips and the insides of her thighs, then she inserted her tongue into her pussy and started moving it back and forth, casually pointing it at Serena's clitoris. Serena writhed in ecstasy and moaned something incomprehensible. Roberta took her tongue out, lapped her wet pussy lips, then inserted it again. She repeated this several times, which almost drove Roberta into frenzy. Finally, when Serena's moans were so intense that they could mean only one thing, she rocked her tongue inside her. They both exploded again. As they laid there, Serena said "Jeff, why don't you open your eyes and join us." "I'd love that", I said, my eyes shining brightly. In a moment I was lying naked on the bed. Roberta started kissing me as she worked her fingers round and round the swollen proof of her talent. One last kiss on the mouth, and then she was going down my neck, onto my chest. My nipples were as hard as hers. She licked them and sucked them, even bit them. It made me groan, but it was a good groan, full of pleasure. Her breasts were suddenly in my hands, as perfect as can be. The flesh was firm but slightly spongy, and my fingers rolled round and round her hard pointy nipples. Roberta kept moving downward, and I knew she was going to take my cock into her mouth. Her lips hovered an inch above the precome-shiny helmet. Her lips ovaled and slid downward over my prick. I heard her groan slightly, but she didn't hesitate a second as she took me all the way into her throat. She was damn good. Serena repositioned herself on the bed and sat on her knees so that her pussy was in my face. I buried my tongue deep into that warm, wet delicious spot. I could feel Roberta as she gulped and gobbled, effortlessly fucking my engorged cock with her mouth and throat. Her tongue rapped me lewdly, and the hand on my balls beat rhythmic squeezes that sent me stabbing deeper into her bottomless throat. About five minutes into this dual teaming, I howled as my balls erupted, and a river squirted up the long shaft of my dick. The tip was at the bottom of Roberta's throat, and she gulped my load as it poured into her. She swallowed my entire load. Serena was panting hoarsely. I was still fondling her breasts and my tongue was firmly wrapped around her clit. The aroma of her arousal was very strong and made my head swam. A bubble emerged from between my lips, and slide down my chin. "I want you now," she told me as she unstraddled me. Leaning forward, she slapped me in the face with pink-nippled breasts. I kissed the points with lips and tongue, sucking one into my mouth. Serena sighed and wiggled her pussy against my declining erection. She wouldn't let my cock get soft. She kept pushing my semi-hard cock against her wet, warm vagina. After several moments of this wonderful sensation, it began to get hard again. Then she took me inside and indoctrinated me into the wonderful world of sustained sexual activity. She pumped my cock until my insides literally exploded into her and then I fell into the type of sleep that is obtained only after being utterly exhausted. Chapter 5 - The first treatment It seemed that I had just fell asleep when Serena woke me up "Jeff, we have the canoes ready and we should leave now." I got up and through almost closed eyes could see that it was still dark outside. Serena continued "Carol, Robie, and Josie have gone ahead. They will meet us in about six hours but we have to paddle hard to get there." I followed her out of the cabin, taking just long enough to pee, and then climbed into the front of the canoe. She wanted the back so she could steer. It only took about five minutes of hard paddling for me to wake up. I asked "How is Alice today?" "We expect her to die within the next week or two. When you get that aged, the end is not that far away. We are going to paddle like this until daybreak. Then I have to put a blindfold on you. You can still paddle, you just can't see where we are going. We have to do this for the protection of our secret. We discovered that new initiates have a tendency to get protective with loved ones and to try to share the secret with them. A loved one is not always a good candidate and usually resulted in trouble. So until we can completely trust your personal motives in two to three hundred years, we will keep the location secret from you." she said as she deftly guided us through the dark swamp. "How long has this been going on?" I asked. "You will become part of what we consider the eighth generation. It was about five thousand years ago that they started limiting access to the spring and established the Council and it's current configuration. Prior to that, we think that the secret of the Fountain was known over 100,000 year ago. We also do not restrict the Fountain's use to our tribe. We share the secret with qualified people from all races. Carol was a run-away slave. After becoming Carol, she returned to the plantation and avenged her previous treatment. Get her to tell you that story sometime. Anh-Lee was a cook on a trading vessel and was left tied to a Cypress tree by his former shipmates in the early 1700's. Menkota was a witch doctor that was captured by slave hunters and carried away. Menkota returned to her former tribe and became the best wife of the Chief and born him many children, before she grew tired of being in the same small tribe. She left and did some traveling. She is now back in the same tribe and married to the current chief, who is her great-great- great-grandson but does not know that he is related to her. He does not know about her previous life. Taka, who assisted me in my change, is now the owner of a large cattle ranch in the Andes. Hilda owns a bakery in Germany. She used to be one of Jack Kennedy's mistress and had to move on when he was elected President. People are getting too good at checking into personal histories and she was afraid that someone would discover that she hadn't aged in over three hundred years. Duck your head as we enter this narrow area." she instructed. I did as she requested and asked "What about your story?" "I was a Cherokee warrior with several wives and lived up in the area now known as Western North Carolina. I participated in a raid on another tribe and we captured several of their women. I selected Taka for myself and noticed that a minor wound that she received during the fight, quickly healed. Taka was getting ready to leave her current tribe because she had been there too long already and people were getting curious about her constant youth. I found out about her history from other captured women and decided to investigate. For three years, she was my wife. Then she slipped away one day while I was hunting. Tanoor, who was my best friend, came with me as I searched for her. I caught her in Northern Georgia. She was homesick and wanted to return to her swamps. Threats nor body harm did not phase her. I asked repeatedly about the powers that her former tribe had warned me about. Finally, she told us some of the things about the Fountain. Tanoor and I agreed that we would return her to her home, in return she must let us use the Fountain. She brought Tanoor and myself to the Fountain. Then she explained the real effects of the Fountain. Tanoor and I did not believe her. Because only one person at a time can take the treatment which takes about a month, I went first. I found out that she was completely correct and that I was a woman. Both Tanoor and I experimented with my bodies quick healing but we could not think of a way to determine if I was going to live for almost forever. Tanoor declined to take the change because he could not see himself living as a woman. And he enjoyed using my new woman body for his sexual relief. Although I still believed that I was a warrior, I greatly enjoyed the sexual sensations of being a woman and having a man make love to me. We decided to return to our tribe and I would be our tribe's first warrior woman. By the time that we traveled back to our village, I was pregnant with his child. I was introduced as his new wife. Shacota, the Cherokee warrior was dead. Tanoor's new wife became known as Shennordia, which I later converted to the English Serena. I went from being a tribal spokesman to a woman that only spoke when I was with my husband. I bore him five children. When the oldest was twenty and I looked the same as I did the first day that the tribe saw me, Tanoor and I told our story to the village council. They did not believe us and we slipped away in the middle of the night. Tanoor and I went west, leaving our children who could now take care of themselves. I wanted Tanoor to go south and to take the treatment, but he refused. He did not think it was a thing that a warrior would do. He loved me as a woman, as his wife, as his friend and he treated me good. But I was no longer his best friend, his warrior chief that he would listen to. I was a woman and had only the rights that a woman would have. We joined a tribe in the Ozarks and I bore him three more children. When he died, I left with my children and headed west. The oldest died in my arms in a snowstorm in the Rockies. My little girl died from a rattlesnake bite. I had five more children in the next twenty years. I left the Plains tribe that I was living with and headed south. I returned to the swamp and they accepted me for who I had become. I could live with the tribe and be accepted as one of the Old Ones that remain young. My grandson had grandchildren when the Spanish attacked us, looking for the Fountain. I was raped and left for dead because they thought I was a normal Indian cunt; little realizing that I was proof of the treasure that they hunted. When my wounds recovered so that I could move, I wandered through the remains of my burnt-out village, weeping at dead bodies that were my children or grandchildren. That day, I became the warrior woman that Tanoor and I had desired to be years ago. I followed the Spanish and picked them off one at a time. Twice more, they succeeded in almost killing me. Once I was bound head and foot, a pistol blew a hole in my head, and I was left for dead. The other time, they left me pinned to a tree with my spear piercing my body and holding me stuck to the tree. Each time, I would pick up the trail again when I healed and continue my mission. They left the country and I tried to follow them in a canoe. I knew nothing about ocean navigation and drifted for months, living off of fish that I speared and the moisture that I could suck from their bodies. I was rescued by a now deceased South American tribe and spent several years working my way back to Florida. I discovered how to have sex without getting pregnant every time and accepted my life. It is going to be sunrise shortly and I will have to blindfold you. Put this cloth around your eyes and hold still while I tie it." she instructed. I did as requested. Then she continued "I am at peace now. I accept things and who I am. I do not regret a single day of my life as a woman and would not change anything about my decision. I just wish that I could have convinced Tanoor to accept the change. I still love him and think of him as my best friend. Lie down in the canoe and just relax. We should meet up with some of our sisters shortly and they will relieve me while I rest too." "What will I look like?" I asked. "People look different after visiting the Fountain. But everyone is beautiful, has an attractive face and looks very young. The major difference is in the body. Although everyone is slim and has an attractive young, athletic body, some are more feminine than others. Carol has big boobs and a big ass. Linda, who you have not met yet, also has big boobs and ass, but her body is sexier than Carols. Anh-Lee has nipples almost an inch long. Wyonna has small breasts. She has had two different implants but her body keeps rejecting them. She will be full-figured for about six months and then her body will shift a little and about two months later, she has a very painful bowel movement. The only thing that I can promise you, is that you will be attractive, compared to most women." she responded. We paddled for another hour and then met Carol and Josie, who took turns replacing Serena paddling. Carol took Serena's place in our canoe and Serena went to sleep in Josie's canoe. I dozed on and off all day, enjoying the sun, and the lazy movement of the canoe in the water. After it turned dark, I was allowed to take my blindfold off and assist in paddling again. I couldn't see a single thing that was a reference point and didn't know where in the hell we were. We pushed under a series of low branches. Carol and Josie got into the water and pulled our canoes through the boughs and branches. Then we came to a very small clearing where Robie was waiting on us. "I have already taken several torches down there and will keep you supplied with torches. Good luck." said Robie, who was a very attractive blond. Serena said "It is time. We cannot let you back out once you enter the water. We will do whatever we need to do, to get you to proceed. If you decline after this point, we cannot let you live to reveal our secret. If you do not want to proceed, just say so and we will return you to your car and you can go your way. But if you enter the water, you must abide by our rules and become one of us. What is your decision?" "I will enter the water." I replied. "Good. Now take off all of your clothes and get into the water." said Serena. While I undressed, she did the same. I was naked and she had on a small belt with a knife, flashlight and a pouch around her waist. When I finished undressing, I got into the water. Serena said "When I tell you to take a deep breath, grab hold of my belt and hold on. I will go underwater and swim to a small ledge about twenty feet under water . When we get to the ledge, swim under it and through the narrow opening. We will swim through the very narrow opening for another twenty feet and then come into a very narrow channel where there is an air bubble. After we get our breath, we will do through another narrow channel to another air bubble. From there, we can breath as we wade and crawl through the cave. Ready?" I nodded yes and she said "Deep breath. Now." I took a deep breath and grabbed hold of her belt. She pulled me under water and with several quick powerful stokes brought us to the ledge. She pushed me into the ledge and I found the channel. She gave me some shoves to help me enter it quickly and we pulled, swam through the very narrow opening. My lungs were straining when we found the first air pocket. After getting several breaths, Serena entered another narrow underwater channel and I followed her down through the twisting water filled passage. When we emerged this time, she said "We will have air the rest of the way. We are about sixty feet underground and the air pressure is sufficient to maintain this air channel. Follow me." I followed her. Through narrow crevices and over water-worn rocks to a large cave. Well, it seemed large after spending twenty minutes twisting and turning through areas that were typically the width and height of a coffin. This space was about the size of a small house. There were several torches, covered with rags and a pine tar piled up. Serena lit one and handed me the rest to carry as she proceeded to walk through the downward maze of narrow cave openings. "How did your people discover this place? Being this far underground and having to swim through the opening is not something that just anyone would want to do." I asked. "We used to have other entrances but changing water level over the years sealed them off. We are prepared to dig a tunnel if the water level increases anymore. Back in the pre-historic areas, this area was not under water and used to be series of caves. I can show you traces of saber-toothed tigers still remaining in here after all of these years." I followed her for about half an hour. Then she stopped in a small cave and said "In the next cave is our destination. Remember that I told you that you would be injected with a starter serum. Well, I have to some other things to prepare you. Your body must be able to absorb the therapeutic water through as many openings as possible for the best result. I must take my knife and make several small cuts all over your body to break the skin. This is painful, but the pain will not last. And your body will heal completely within three days with no traces of the cuts that I must make. It will burn a little as I make the cuts, but I will do it as quickly as possible and will try to make as painless as I can." I looked at her and nodded. She pulled her knife and held the blade so that her fingers acted as a depth gauge. Then she made a quick cut running down the length of outer thigh. I jumped a little with the first cut and then braced myself. Within two minutes she made about thirty different cuts on my legs, feet's, arms, back, chest, face. She was careful where she made the cuts so that no major veins were cut but I still a lot of blood oozing out. Then she said "You must trust me again. I must blindfold you and lead you into the next chamber. You must walk directly in front of me and do exactly as I say. My hands will be on your waist and I will not remove them until we remove the blindfold. Do not move any part of your body unless I tell you. No matter what happens, you must not move unless I give you very explicit direction." I let her tie the blindfold and then followed her exact instructions as she told me which foot to lift and which direction to step. As we entered the other cavern, my stomach began tightening and I felt very large goose bumps as we entered this room. I carefully placed my foot where she told me to place it and slowly shifted my balance as I confirmed solid footing in the slime on the rocks. She directed me in a zig-zag direction and stopped me as she said "Keep your right foot on the ground but slide it forward about one foot when I tell you. Don't shift your weight and no matter what happens, don't jump. I will hold onto you. Now slowly slide your right foot forward." I don't want to do this and hesitated. Then keeping my foot on the ground, I slowly slid it forward. Suddenly something hit my calf and a tremendous searing pain roared through my leg. Involuntary I tried to move, but whatever hit my leg was now buried deep into my leg and holding on and Serena was keeping the rest of my body held in place with her waist lock on me. After what seemed like minutes, but was really only a couple of seconds, the whatever released my leg, but the burn was spreading throughout my upper leg and Serena pulled me back a little as she said "It's almost over. Take your blindfold off and we will walk to the Fountain." I ripped my blindfold off and looked at my leg. Blood dripping through two big deep holds in my calf. About three feet in front of me was the biggest cottonmouth snake that I had ever seen in my life. I have been snake bit. A fucking snake. I hate snakes. I am afraid of snakes. And this monster just sunk it's fangs deep into my leg. No wonder that my leg is on fire. I am full of his poison. Serena is supporting me and leading me away. "We knew that you would never get close to a snake, much less let one that big bite you. So we had to do it this way. The snake's venom acts as the starter for the Fountain. Now, hurry, let's get you into the water." She half-dragged me because I had already lost control of my right side which was on fire. She pulled me over to a shallow pit just a little bit bigger than most bathtubs, which was full of some slimy goop and dark water. She didn't hesitate to drop me into it and push my head under water. I didn't have time or warning to take a deep breath and got a mouth full of what ever this shit was. After she held my head under for a couple of minutes, she pulled me up gasping for breath. "You must get the Fountain water into your system quickly. You see the snake bite is extremely poisonable and the water is needed to counteract it's effect. Drink some of it." she ordered. I was too slow and she pushed my head back under and held me under to help me decide what to do. I drunk and came up with a mouthful of the shitty tasting water. My right side was paralyzed from the snakebite now and my left side was beginning to burn. In a couple of minutes, I would be completely paralyzed. I vaguely heard Serena said "Your old body must die so that your new body can be created. In a few seconds, you will lose control of your bodily functions and cannot move. Don't worry. Everyone of us has been through the same thing three times and we cannot warn anyone about what to expect the first time. I will remove you from the Fountain when it is time." She said some more, but I couldn't hear her. I was puking into my bath water and my body was jerking as my other excrement's were also secreted into the same water. My head was burning now and a tremendous fire was burning within my brain. Chapter 6 - Life after death "Jeff, wake up. Talk to me Jeff." said a distant voice. I opened my eyes slowly. My eyes were burning, my throat was parched, and I had a tremendous headache. But I was alive. I looked at Serena and around the room. I was back in the other cave. She handed me a gourd of something to drink. I looked at it and she said "No more surprises. This is only water. Your body is dehydrated and you need to replenish your fluids. It has been three days since your snakebite. How do you feel? "When I get stronger, I am going to see how immortal you really are because I plan to kill you." I said as I let her help me drink. I am weak. Very weak. "I know the emotion. I had to keep you in the Fountain and force you to drink the combination of Fountain and your cast-off body wastes. After a day of soaking in the Fountain, I removed you and carried you here, while you slept and regained your strength. In a couple of hours, you will be strong enough to walk and we will walk back to the water exit. Our sisters will take us back to the cabin where you will rest for a week. Then we will return and go through the treatment without the blindfold. After that treatment, you must rest for two weeks before you take the final treatment." she said as she re-filled the gourd and handed it to me to drink some more. I looked at my body and didn't see any changes. Except that my wounds were all healed and there were no traces of scars. I looked at my leg where the snake bit me and saw only a small almost dried scab. She kept forcing water on me and then helped me to my feet. I could stand but was dizzy and still having chills. With her help, I made it back through the caves. It took over two hours to make the half hour journey because I had to stop and rest frequently. When we re-entered the water and reached the place where we would have to go under water, I let her pull me into the first chamber. After I recovered my breath, she also pulled me through the other chamber and out into the swamp. But I didn't have enough strength to swim and she had to drag me to the surface. Hands quickly pulled me into a canoe and wrapped me in a blanket as I passed out. I woke up in bed with a blanket covering me. Serena was sitting at the foot of the bed and said "Welcome back to the land of the living. You have been sleeping for another day and should have most of your strength back now. Why don't you get up, take a shower and let's join our sisters for lunch." I mumbled something as I got out of bed. She put a robe around me and we walked to the shower. My movements were a little clunky because I still felt drugged. I entered the shower room and stood in front of the mirror as I dropped the robe. I picked up the shaving cream and started to smear it on my face when I realized that I didn't see any stubble. I run my hand across my face and my face is just as smooth as possible. I have never had a shave this close before. From behind me Serena says "You will never have to shave again. At least never shave your face. Your legs are a different matter." I look in the mirror and I don't see any difference in my body except that it looks shorter and smaller. Then I look at my cock. It's still there except that I now have the cock and balls of a five year old boy. A small five year old boy. Serena laughs as I look up. She smiles and says "Take you a hot shower and after you dress, come on over to the main cabin. Alice is holding dinner for you." She turns and leaves me to look in the mirror and to explore myself. I think that I am smaller and narrower. Stepping on the scales, I discover that I have lost thirty-seven pounds and about an inch and half of height. Aside from my hairless face and sexual organs, I see no other differences except for fatty areas on my chest that are the progenitor of female breasts. I take a quick shower and when I dress, I discover that my former fitting clothes no longer fit. My tight shirt is now bulky and my waist is narrower but my hips have grown. My size eleven shoes are now too loose also. I dress and go to the main cabin. When I enter Alice is talking to Robie. When Alice sees me, she gives a big smile and says "Welcome to your new home. How do you feel?" I take her offered hand and respond "I feel confused. I thought sure that I would die in that slimy pit, yet I find myself alive and feeling ok." "We have all felt the same way. Our legend tells us that the first visitor to the Fountain was little more than a caveman. When he was bit by one of the large snakes that call the cave home, he collapsed into the Fountain. After he recovered, he wandered through the cave but could not find an exit. When he returned through the same cave, he tried to crawl through a hole, but was bit by another snake. He dragged himself to the fountain where he passed out again. This time, he was able to find his way out where he lived the rest of his life as an almost woman. He told stories to his tribe about the cave and what happened to him. They saw the proof with their own eyes and two warriors were chosen to explore the cave. They returned in six months, after being trapped in the underground passages. Both were now full women. The tribe didn't send anymore people into that cave but they noticed that the women remained young and pretty and didn't die. They researched the cave and repeated the transformation on several of the warriors. Several of them died over the five hundred years that it took to learn the secrets because they hurried some portions or skipped some steps. The tribe turned itself into a tribe of warrior women which other tribes called the amazons. Another legend based upon fact. About five thousand years ago, our foremothers developed the concepts that we follow together. Limited access to the Fountain because it's powers cannot be wisely used by everyone. You should feel very honored that you have been given an invitation into our exclusive society." she said. "How does it work?" I asked. "We all have the same question. We have tried to move the Fountain and to duplicate it's effect. About a thousand people died from attempts not in the cave. Every couple of years recently, I have had the water analyzed and nothing is observed that is not found in other water pools. We have captured some of the cottonmouths and determined that they are of the standard A. piscivorous species of North America; which are related to the fer-de-lance of Central and South America, and the lance- headed vipers of Asia. A currently living zoologist informs us that the evolutionary relations of several groups of snakes with few living genera are uncertain and that these snakes be classified in additional families. We have examined the snake venom, which is a complex protein substance, and its exact composition varies from one species of snake to another. The poisonous action of the venom depends upon its composition. Some venom's destroy red blood cells and prevent blood from clotting. Others affect the nervous system and interfere with movement, heart action, breathing, or other functions. Still others are destructive mainly to the tissue around the bite. The symptoms of snakebite vary not only with the type of venom injected but also with the amount. These copperheads release as much as 75 percent of the total amount stored in its venom glands. Our science may not have the capability to test for these properties yet. Have you been formally introduced to Robie yet? She owns a beauty shop in Boston and is eager to help you learn how to fix your hair and apply makeup. She would also like to spend the night with you. Serena is resting and concurs." she said pointing to the very attractive blond that she had been talking to when I came in. "I only saw her for a couple of minutes when I went to the spring. I don't know why she would want to spend the night with me. My sexual equipment is very small and would not provide much thrill for her." I replied. "You need to start re-adjusting your attitude. There are many ways that you can be a sexual partner for her. You still have your tongue and you need to learn to think for yourself and to not have your cock doing the thinking. But don't worry about it. We all have experienced the same self-doubts. Tonight is a special night for you and we have some entertainment for everyone to enjoy. Donna and Anh-Lee have volunteered to show us their special skills. Everyone, please be quite. It is time for our show. Donna, please start." she chided me. Everyone looked at the door at the other end of the room. It opened slowly and Anh-Lee entered. She had changed into a very beautiful red satin Asian dress with a big zipper in the front and, with a long slit up the side. She entered the room and stood with her head bowed. Behind her, Donna walked into the room. She was wearing a very short leather skirt, a matching halter, and long high heeled boots that came up to the knees. She slowly walked around Anh-Lee and looked at her while Anh-Lee ignored her. She walked around her again, only much closer to her. She stopped behind her and slowly raised her hand, to feel the texture of Anh-Lee's long silken flowing black hair. Then Donna took a long bright red fingernail and traced a path down the side of Anh-Lee's body slowly to where the dress slit started. When she reached the slit, she slowly slid only the red fingernail under the material and slightly eased the material out from Anh-Lee's flowing body. "What would you like to do with me?" Anh-Lee asked, for the first time raising her head or making any move since she entered the room. "I haven't decided," Donna said. Another few moments passed, neither woman talked. Donna unzipped the front of Anh-Lee's dress. Donna held the fabric and with her other hand, ripped the front of the dress open. . Donna ran her hands down the front of Anh-Lee's dress. She peeled it away from Anh-Lee's body. She reached into her boot top and pulled out a long, sharp, shiny knife. Donna then reached for the white-laced bra. She slipped a single finger between Anh-Lee's breasts and flicked the bra open with her knife edge, exposing Anh-Lee's breasts. Anh-Lee watched, unafraid Donna paused for a moment, eyeing Anh-Lee's milky white breasts. The room was silent. Everyone was watching this demonstration of sex foreplay. Donna then slid a finger under Anh-Lee's underpants. The knife sliced through the right hip, then the left; letting the panties fall on the floor. Donna looked down at the exposed attractive lean and muscular body that appeared to be the product of working out at the gym or aerobics classes. Donna reached out and softly caressed Anh-Lee's breast with one hand. Next, Donna cupped Anh-Lee's pussy in her hand and gently pressed her palm against Anh-Lee's mons. Anh-Lee acted as if she was not feeling these actions, but I could see a faint glimmer of perspiration beginning to lightly coat her body. Donna was aware of her friend's reaction as she caressed Anh-Lee's dark curly pubic hair. Then Donna knelt down in front of Anh-Lee. She paused for a moment, as if contemplating what she was about to do. Donna leaned forward and placed her face in Anh-Lee's open crotch. Anh-Lee's leg spread open and her entire pussy became easily accessible as Anh-Lee shivered in anticipation. Donna's warm tongue flicked slowly out and barely touched her pussy lips. Then again, just a little more. And yet again as Donna gave her clit a long, slow lick. From where I sat, I could see that Anh-Lee was wet and that her pussy glistened with moisture. Then it disappeared as Donna used her tongue to cover the other woman's large swollen clit. "Ohhh," Anh-Lee moaned as a shiver ran down her body. Donna paused a moment to open her front-opening halter to expose her large firm breasts. Anh-Lee slowly reached forward and put both of her hands on Donna's breasts. Donna smiled and returned the gesture as she leaned forward and kissed Anh-Lee softly on the mouth. Within moments, they were probing each other's mouths with their tongues. Finally, Donna broke the embrace. She looked into Anh-Lee's eyes and smiled. "Your kisses are wonderful but your pussy is even more delicious," Donna said softly. "I am going to eat you." she said as she ran her hand through Anh-Lee's hair. Anh-Lee moved her hand up and ran her fingers through Donna's long, black hair as Donna embraced her again, her mouth on Anh-Lee's mouth. She used one hand to pull Anh-Lee's head toward her. The other hand snaked around Anh-Lee's waist and rubbed Anh-Lee's firm ass. Then Donna knelt down again. A long slow lick of Anh-Lee's pussy brought another moan to Anh-Lee's lips. Donna was moving her head as she moved her tongue up and down, and then in a very slow circular motion. Anh-Lee straightened her legs out quickly several times and then wrapped them around Donna's neck. This brought a low moan from Anh-Lee as she pulled Donna's head tighter to her pussy and sped up the movement of her tongue. The musky odor of a woman's pussy filled my nostrils, even over where I was sitting, clearly enthralled by the sight of the these two beautiful women making love. I looked around the room. Everyone was staring at these two, who were acting as if they were the only people in the room. Who were also doing a good job of pretending that we were not there. Donna pushed Anh-Lee down on the floor and removed her halter, exposing her firm breasts. From where I sat, I could see that Anh-Lee's breasts were smaller, but also were very full and round. Anh-Lee's nipples were large and stiff with excitement. Donna rolled one nipple in her fingers as she carefully moved the dark pussy hair away from Anh- Lee's clit. Donna laid down beside Anh-Lee as their hands roamed over each other's bodies. "I love the smell and taste of pussy. I can smell how wet you are inside." Donna said as she slowly slid a finger into Anh-Lee's pussy. Donna used one hand to hold Anh-Lee's pussy lips open." Do you want me to eat your pussy?" Donna asked as she pushed her finger further into her. Anh-Lee didn't answer except for a barely noticeable head nod. Donna smiled as she pushed a second finger into the other woman's pussy as Anh-Lee slowly ran her tongue over her lips, wetting her already glistening lips. "I belong to you. Do what you want to do to me. Make me feel good." Anh-Lee whispered. "I want to cum. Ohh, yes, lick me." Then she moaned a very low throaty moan as her body began to shudder from orgasm. Donna's hand was buried in Anh-Lee's dark pubic hair. I realized that my mouth was open. I was aware of my very small erection but was not aware that my mouth was gaping open. I watched as Anh-Lee shuddered and her legs wrapped around Donna's arm. When Anh-Lee's legs relaxed and Donna was able to remove her hand, she slowly stood up and walked over to me. She held the two wet glistening fingers that she had just removed from Anh-Lee's pussy in front of my lips. I slowly bent over so that my lips were touching her wet fingers. She did not move the fingers as I rubbed one fingertip against my lower lip. Then I used my tongue to slowly pull the finger into my mouth, tasting her delicious juice that Donna wanted to share with me. My eyes were shut as she removed her finger and turned to leave the room. Anh-Lee had already slipped out of the room. Across the room, I looked at Robie and she winked at me. It could be a very interesting night. Chapter 7 - The second treatment I don't think that I got any sleep last night. Robie spent the night with me again. She doesn't believe in sleeping and knows several ways to have sex. I had never realized before how many different ways you can use your tongue for sex. I am amazed that I am able to talk today. I thought that my tongue would too sore to use. I laid awake for awhile with her curled up next to me sleeping. I am a little leery of my decision. If this works, and I don't have any reason to doubt that it won't, can I be satisfied with living as a woman. With wearing skirts and bras. With putting make-up on. With having a cock waved in my face and expecting me to suck it. I see these fantastic looking women, who have obviously adapted to this lifestyle, but that does not mean that I will. I fell asleep, thinking about what it must feel like to have a period. I didn't have much time to think about anything else when Serena woke me up. It was time to start traveling. I was very leery about returning to the spring. The trip was the same as the first because I can not know the location yet. When we arrived at the spring, Serena and I undressed quickly. I followed her into the spring and was amazed at much faster and further I was able to swim. We quickly traversed the crawlways to the cave. I stood still and tried not to flinch as her sharp knife made the minor slices into my flesh. When she was finished, she looked at me and stood aside. I would have to enter the cave under my own motivation and present my flesh to the snake. From the light of the torch, I could his eyes reflecting in the dark cave. I said "How big is that monster?" She replied "That one is about sixteen feet long and probably weighs about one hundred pounds. There are about thirty or forty of them in those holes over there. They stay on that side of the cave and don't bother us. You want to watch which part of your body that you have closest to him. You don't want it to go for your face, so let your leg be the target that the snake will attack. Don't jump when it bites you. Let it expend all of it's venom into you. When he is finished, step back and I will help you into the Fountain." I walked over the Fountain and looked at it. It reminded me of a pool that I saw under an old outhouse one time. All sorts of shit was floating around in that gunk. I shook my head and walked toward my damn snake. You don't know how much courage I had to call upon. I wanted to turn and run but knew that Serena would hold me down while the snake proceeded with it's portion of this task. As I approached it, it's tongue flickered and it's head quietly adjusted so that it was aimed at me. I knew that once I came within range, it would strike before I could retreat. I advanced slowly and as I shifted my leg forward to take my last position, it struck. I was almost four feet from it when it locked into my leg. Again the flame rose quickly through my body. I watched in fear as the snake pumped it's jaw muscles forcing the venom into my body. And then it withdrew it's fangs. I barely remember Serena leading me back to the Fountain and the murky water. I remember the burn and the agony of the poison flooding my system, causing my muscles to jerk and my body functions to release themselves. I remember Serena dunking me under water and taking large mouthfuls into my lungs. I barely remember dying. Chapter 8 - Exploring my new life "Jeff, wake up. It's time to go home Jeff." said a distant voice. I opened my eyes slowly. My eyes were burning, my throat was parched, and I had a tremendous headache. But I was alive. I was able to remember dying this time. I didn't remember it last time. I tried to think about that memory because I wanted to retain it's memory and to think about it later. I looked at Serena and around the room. I was back in the other cave. She handed me a gourd of water to drink. I took it quickly as she said "Do you still want to kill me?" "Damn right." I said as I let her help me drink. I am weak. Very weak. I strain to lift my head and to look at my body. My wounds were all healed and there were no traces of scars. I looked at my leg where the snake bit me and saw only a small almost dried scab. I looked at my chest and saw some small female breasts. There was no visible penis or balls between my legs but just a little slit hid by the pubic hair. I open the slit and see what is left of my penis hid under the folds of the slit. Serena pulls my hand away and says "Drink water now. You can do that later when you have strength. Don't worry, you have a good body." She kept forcing water on me and then helped me to my feet. I could stand but was dizzy and still having chills. With her help, I made it back through the caves. Again, the journey took much longer because of my weaker condition. I barely remember the hands pulling me into a canoe and wrapping me in a blanket as I passed out. I woke up in bed with a blanket covering me. Serena was sitting at the foot of the bed and said "Welcome back to the land of the living. Are you ready for your shower before we join our sisters for lunch." I pull the blanket off and stand up. I know immediately that I am shorter because I am now almost the same height as Serena. I look down and see some small female like breasts on my chest. They are not the typical pouty female breasts but are more like a grossly overweight male breast on my small frame. I look between my legs and that area looks pure woman. The narrow slit, with it's lips hides what remains of my penis. My hips are wider. Serena says "You have more of a female appearance now. Your face has also changed some. Your body is more feminine than we expected it to be at this transition. You don't look masculine at all. You can very easily pass as a natural woman. Let's go to the shower and you can see the changes more clearly using the mirrors." I take the robe she offers me and walk with her to the shower. She stops outside and allows me to enter by myself so I may examine myself in private. I stop in front of the mirror and look at my face. The skin is softer looking and younger. The features have changed slightly. Then I realized that my normal wide male face is now a narrower female face, with cheekbones and my lips are fuller. My face also looks younger because the skin is tighter, even though my face is smaller. I recognize myself but know that most people would not associate the features of Jeff Daniels with my new features. They may think that I am Jeff's younger sister. I jump on the scales and I have lost 24 more pounds and weight 146 now. I am also now three inches shorter than I used to be. I return to the mirror and look at my body. My breasts didn't look right when I first looked at them. Looking in a mirror, they are very obvious female breasts. My nipples have grown slightly and the areola have expanded from the normal three quarters of an inch diameter to almost double that size. My breasts are not large, but they are firm and kinda pouty, when looking at them through the mirror. I am guessing but they appear larger than an A cup but smaller than a B cup. My chest is also smaller. It is not as wide as it used to be and I don't have that muscle tissue that I used to work so hard to develop and maintain. As I turn in the mirror, my eyes are glued to my new chest appearance. Then I notice that my total chest cavity is much smaller. Where I used to have a big chest cavity, I now have a smaller upper body. In my profile, my backbone curve is quite obvious where I used to have a straight backbone and buttock area. My hips will never be accused of being mannish. Looking at myself in the mirror, I see an attractive young woman, with firm small breasts, a vagina hid behind dark public hair, curvy hips, and long attractive legs. I still have my short haircut but I can see new dark fuzz beginning to grow in my bald spot and where my hairline was receding. I walk over to a bench and sit down to really examine myself. I spread my vagina lips and look inside. It is not a penis yet it is also not really a clitoris. And the vagina is not a full vagina yet. The inside skin is very similar to normal skin and is only about an inch deep. So I have a grove but no hole. And definitely no penis. The balls have completely withdrawn somewhere. When the lips shut, it looks real. So I am almost a woman. I have the appearances of a woman, but do not have the internal plumbing yet. I could not have sex except for oral sex. After thinking about how much has occurred to me over the last several days, I am very terrified about being able to blend into my new role. I will need to get a new name and there are so many things to think about. I am snapped out of my thinking by Robie entering the building carrying some clothes "Hi, I thought that you would be in the shower by now. You need to jump in and wash up quickly. Alice asked me to help you get ready. Now that you are almost a complete woman, you need to start looking like one." she said as she held up the pile of clothes that she was carrying. I said "Thanks" and realized for the first time that my voice sounded different. I now had a woman's softer voice. I opened a bathroom stall door and entered because I needed to relieve myself. I fumbled with myself for a minute, trying to get enough where I could aim myself, but I was now too small. From the other side of the room, Robie suggested "You might want to try sitting down. Otherwise, you will probably pee all over yourself and the floor. And don't forget to get in the habit of wiping yourself dry when you finish". She was right. I had to squat to pee. Gone are the days when I can write my name in yellow snow. I walked into the shower, where I had a quick shower and dried off. When I came out, Robie was finishing off a cigarette. She smiled and said "Smoking is a nasty habit but when you don't have to worry about lung cancer, the small kick that you get is nice. We guessed your sizes and once you reach your permanent size, we will help you buy all of your clothes. For now, the dressing objective is to wear loose clothes to get you used to all of the snaps and reverse buttons. Now, let's see you put this B cup bra on by yourself." she said handing me a white bra. I put my hands through the armpit openings and tried to reach behind myself to fasten the bra. Robie laughed and said "You know how to take them off but not put them on. The first step is to not put your arms through the armholes and fasten the snaps in front where you can get to them easy. That's it. Now rotate the snaps to the back. Now bend over so that your breasts are hanging straight down. Then put the cups on and make sure that you have a good fitting before you stand up. Now slide your arms through the armholes. Good, but we need to adjust this size a little. Hold still while I make the correct adjustments." My god, this is uncomfortable. How can women wear one of these all day. Robie's adjustments made it fit better but was still uncomfortable. She watched me squirm for a minute and laughed "I feel the same way but after awhile you get used to it. How about taking it off for tonight and you can start wearing one tomorrow." she suggested. It only took a moment to get it off. She took it from me and handed me some panties. I was able to put those on correctly and they were very comfortable. Then she gave me a simple blouse, which buttoned differently and took a couple of minutes to get on. The short simple white skirt was held in place by a belt. On my feet were some sandals. Then Robie told me to sit down in front of the mirror. She stood behind me and combed my hair as she talked "We can't do much with this. You clearly still have a man's short haircut on the sides with a little bit of length on the top. You have some new hair growing in where your male pattern baldness was beginning to develop. For tonight, I am just going to give your hair a little height by brushing it, and put a small tousled style with a little curl in your bangs. It only takes a minute to do this with such short hair and will make a change in your normal appearance. Men use a comb and plaster their hair down in a straight pattern, but we are going to give this an organized disorganized appearance." I watched as she used a brush, a little spray and a touch of the hair dryer to change my hair style. When she was finished, she said "Over the next couple of days, I will teach you how to do that and some other things that you can do. Men will keep the same hair style until they die while a woman changes her hair style every couple of days depending on her mood and clothes. Now, let's put just a touch of make-up on you. We are going to put some simple touches on lipstick to show that you have some lips and show the fullness of them. We don't want to make them fire engine red but want them to have a more natural color and to look luscious. Good. Now, let's put a little color on your eyelids. Shut your right eye and watch with your left. See, you just put a base color on using this sponge and then you put a highlighting color on. Vola. See the difference it makes." I opened both eyes and was amazed at the difference that a little makeup could do, to enhance an eye. My attention was immediately pulled to my made-up eye. Robie kept talking "You have beautiful eyes and need to draw attention to them. A little make-up and no one will ever think that you are anything but a natural born woman." She put make-up on the other eyes and just a touch of blush on my cheeks. Then she clipped a pair of ear-rings on me and put a slender gold necklace around my neck. When she stepped away, I could not believe how much my appearance had been changed. She watched as I stared at my reflection, not quite believing that this beautiful woman was really me. She pulled me away from my appraisal by saying "My job is to help you have an easy transformation. As you can see, we can do wonders with simple outfits, make-up and jewelry. The hard part is the attitude and thinking like a woman. We start with the first attitude adjustment tonight. A man keeps a straight face when talking to someone, while a woman puts emotion and animation into her speech. Whenever you are talking to someone, you smile an honest smile. When you talk, you will put expressions on your face to match your discussion. Simple to say, but it takes practice to become an automatic habit. Why don't you try to add this to your actions starting tonight?" I looked at her and then realized that my face was straight. I gave a smile and raised my eyebrows as I said "Yes, dear." She laughed and put her hand around my waist after I stood up. We walked across the lawn to the main cabin and entered. There were about ten women sitting around talking. When we entered, Alice smiled and said "Come here my dear. You look ravishing tonight. Come here and sit by me so I can see you better." I took a seat by her and smiled at her. She smiled back and asked "You know that your identity of Jeff is gone. For all practical purposes, he is dead. We took your canoe and camping gear out to one of the islands close to the coast. When I call them to tell them to proceed, your canoe will be found in the ocean, looking as if you drowned. The search will find your campsite and identification. They will search the open water for a couple of days and then give up. Your next-of-kin will be notified that you are dead. By what name do you wish to be known amongst our Council?" "I haven't given it much thought. How about Jobeth?" I said. "Good choice. It can be formal yet friendly. Close friends can call you Jo or Beth. Everyone, please give me your attention. I invite you to meet your new sister Jobeth." she said out loud. The other women gathered around us and congratulated me upon becoming a Council member and partial completion of my transformation process. After several minutes of meeting other members and congratulations upon my appearance, Alice said that she was ready for dinner. We turned her bed so that she was facing the table and Carol fixed her a plate. I was seated at the head of the table and Serena at the other end. During our meal, Carol returned to the table and quietly announced "My friends. Two wonderful things occurred tonight. A new sister, Jobeth, has joined us. Our long time friend, Alice, has passed on. She died quietly and peacefully. She lived long enough to welcome our newest member. A toast to honor her memory." Everyone looked at Alice's bed in the corner of the cabin. Her eyes were closed and she looked as if she was sleeping peacefully. Slowly we stood and held her glasses high, remembering her. After we drank our toast, Carol said "By the rules of the council, Matilda becomes Queen or Ashad, Serena becomes Knight of the Americas, and Tashia becomes Knight of Europe. Congratulations to our members on their promotion." After a second toast, Carol and Serena asked everyone to go to their cabins for the night so that they could prepare Alice's body for burial tomorrow. When I return to the cabin, some changes have been made. A full length mirror has been mounted on the wall and a make-up table, with some make-up has been put in one corner. Several dresses and skirts and blouses are hanging in the closet. I open the chest and see that underwear and stockings have been neatly put into the drawers. I sit down and look at myself in the mirror. I speak to myself and smile. The words I hear are mine, but the voice is new to me. The face is mine but is not me. It is a beautiful face and has a sexy woman's body attached. As I stare at myself, I am startled from my self inspection by a knock on the door. I said "Come in." Diana enters and says "I didn't get much of an opportunity to talk to you tonight because of the death. I brought a bottle of wine and would like to spend the night with you. I already discuss it with Serena and she is going to be busy for most of the night. Would you like my company?" I look at her. This group believes in open and frequent sex. I respond "You know that I don't have all of the plumbing yet and will be limited in what I can offer you." Diana said in a very low voice, "How about some wine, my darling beauty and we will play with my little toys later?" She poured me a glass of wine, turned the radio on low and then took my hand. I stood and she put her arms around me. We started dancing to the music. As we danced, she was rubbing my ass with one hand and feeling my nipple through the blouse with the other hand. I could barely stand it. My nipples felt like they were about to pop off. If I had a cock, it would be very hard now. After several long tongue kisses and more massages by Diana, I was lost in being a woman. Still dancing after several songs, Diana made her move. She backed away slightly from me and undid the belt from my waist, letting my skirt drop to the ground. "Let's see the beautiful body you're hiding under that dress. I was turned on by dinner by seeing your virgin nipples trying to poke through this blouse." Diana said in her low voice and pulled the blouse over my head. Diana sucked each nipple, nibbling a bit with her teeth. All I could do was hold Diana's head to my breast and moan. As Diana's mouth worked on my tits, her hand moved to my crotch and I shuddered with anticipation of sex with this beautiful woman. Diana pulled her dress off. She was wearing no underwear. Her nipples were long and hard. As we danced tightly together, rubbing our breasts and pubic hairs against each other, I felt wet inside. I was having a female orgasm. "I want to teach you one way to make love to a woman." Diana said as she pulled out the eight-inch long, two inch wide dildo. She placed it between my legs and said "Hold on tight for a moment." With the dildo held tightly between my legs, Diana dropped down and started licking it as if it were a real cock. Then she removed it from my legs and stood so she could rub it across my lips as she whispered "It's hard and can make you cum all night long. All you have to do is keep it lubricated and you won't know the difference." Diana pushed me to my knees and held my head in her hands. "Suck my clit." I eagerly stuck my tongue into her and probed her. After a moment, she pushed me down on the floor and was running her tongue through my almost vagina. She commanded "Do to me exactly what I do to you." With that, her warm wet mouth encircled my hidden shrunken penis. I found her clit and sucked as she sucked on mine. Immediately I was rewarded with her honey. After several minutes of tonguing each other, she handed me a vibrator dildo and said "Keep doing what you have been doing with your tongue, but give me a slow fuck with this dildo." I put my mouth back into her wet clit and left just enough room to slide the dildo into her warm, wet and waiting pussy. I watched as her pussy lips sucked hungrily at this cock substitute. Then she said "Give that one to me and get this one lubricated." I changed dildos with her and she rubbed the vibrating lubricated dildo against my shallow vagina. I almost went into convulsions with the throbbing intense pleasure that I was feeling. She continued to tease me and swap dildos as the one being used on me dried up. After several minutes of this, I wanted a complete vagina. I wanted to have a big cock banging inside me. I wanted to be fucked. Diana pulled me up and put the newest lubricated dildo between her legs as she said "Pretend that this is my cock and you are my woman. Show me how you can suck my cock." I licked the flesh-like dildo all over and sucked the head hungrily. "I want you to swallow it honey," Diana grumbled low and forced my mouth down over the shaft. I gagged a couple of times, but the dildo was lubricated so that it began to slide easily down my throat. I was amazed how easily I became accustomed to the shaft thrusting down my throat and was really hot from the sensation. Diana pulled me away from my pretend cock and sucked on my titties as she re-lubricated the dildo within