Ranger Jean

I'd had a great sail across to the islands and it was everything the 
National Park brochure said it would be; beautiful pine-wooded hills, wild 
berries in abundance, golden sand beaches that were more like the Pacific 
than Canada's lakes. But the best thing of all was the solitude. The islands 
were hard to get to. You had to have a boat or a sea plane so they had very 
few visitors. Perfect, and to cap it all I was anchored in a cove with a 
secluded sandy beach.

I rowed ashore and walked along the beach leaving my clothes in the dinghy. 
The beach was 300 yards long with no tracks or trails leading to it so I 
walked to the far end, climbed a low rock promontory, found a mossy bed on 
top and lay back, relaxed and let the sun work on my body. It didn't take 
long for the heat to make me feel a little sleepy and a bit randy. Of its 
own accord my cock stirred and asked to be stroked. I rubbed in gently, 
unhurriedly for a while until a sense of urgency made me stroke harder, but 
I forced myself to slow down and enjoy that delicious feeling of knowing I 
would come soon, but delaying the moment for as long as possible. Eventually 
my cock had his own way and showered me with my own cum, long lazy spurts 
falling across my body as my body pushed upwards thrusting into the warm 
open sky. The perfect end to a perfect day.

I rowed back to the boat as the sun fell towards the horizon signalling a 
clear night. Once aboard I washed and, still naked as is my habit on the 
boat, I was making a drink when I heard an odd splash. When you live on a 
boat you get to know all the sounds the boat makes and this wasn't one of 
those. It didn't sound like a wave on the shore it sounded like a paddle. 
Damn I thought, the dinghy's come loose or I left a paddle so it could fall 
in the water. I popped up on deck and looked at the dinghy floating on a 
short painter off the stern. No nothing wrong there.

"Good afternoon sir." The female voice from behind made me jump. I spun 
round and saw a figure in a canoe outlined against the sun, low in the 
water. I couldn't see her clearly even when I shaded my eyes. What else 
could I do? Buck naked? I chose to be as civilised as possible and to 
pretend it was quite normal to have a conversation in this state of undress.

"Good afternoon, err..?"

"National Park Ranger Jean Riley. May I come aboard sir?"

"Well yes I suppose so, but let me put some clothes on."

"I'd appreciate that sir."

She paddled round to the stern ladder while I ducked into my cabin to pull 
on shorts and a t-shirt. When I climbed back up I was pleasantly surprised 
by the sight of a rather neat small bottom in tight green shorts bending 
over and tying her canoe to my pushpit railings. She turned round and the 
front view was pretty fair too. A tight khaki shirt stressed some medium 
sized shapely breasts and a slender waist that managed to emphasise her 
rounded hips nicely. Her blue-eyed face was freckled under red hair. Irish 
descent I guessed.
"Thank you sir." I wasn't sure if she was thanking me for dressing or 
letting her come aboard.

"No problem. Please have a seat. What can I do for you?" She sat opposite me 
in the cockpit.

"I'm afraid it's about a violation of park regulations sir." Regulations? I 
hadn't broken any regulations. I had a visitors permit, I hadn't dumped any 
trash or shot anything or even been fishing. What else could there be?

"I don't know what you mean I'm afraid. I have a permit and I don't dump 
stuff at sea or on land."

"It's not that sir its regulation 101.69. Acts of public lewdness and 
indecency in a National Park."

"What on earth... oh!" I realised what she meant. My one-handed exercise 
regime on the beach. "But surely you can't mean the beach. There was no one 
else there. It was hardly public."

"I was there sir. I'm afraid that makes it public. 101.69's carry an on the 
spot fine of 150 dollars per offence, so that's 300 dollars."

"300?" Why two offences. I only ermm.. once!"

"That's one for the nudity and one for the masturbation sir." Her face 
didn't flinch at the use of the word. Her pretty blue eyes held me in a 
steady gaze.

"But I don't have 300 dollars in cash. Can I pay when I get back to the 
mainland?"

"That's not possible sir. It has to be paid now."

"But I can't pay. Be reasonable."

"I'm tied by the regulations sir. If you can't pay on the spot I am 
authorised to find some alternative in the form of voluntary work for the 
good of the park."

"Voluntary work? What do you mean?"

"Well sir we like to find appropriate work for offenders. In your case I'm 
thinking of letting you use the tool with which you are obviously such an 
expert."

"I.. what?" I was bewildered.

"Your penis sir. I feel an appropriate penance for your acts of indecency 
would be to have sexual intercourse with Ranger Jean Riley until she is 
satisfied that your delinquent tendencies are eradicated. This will be a 
service to the park as it will inhibit your future acts of public lewdness 
and a service to Ranger Riley as she has been on duty on the island for six 
weeks with no R and R. Will that be acceptable to you sir?" He face hadn't 
even broken into a smile, but her eyes had a sparkle that showed she enjoyed 
the game and she shifted in her seat to let her knees fall apart showing a 
neat pubic mound under her close fitting shorts.

"Well Ranger Jean, in the circumstances..."

"..you have no choice." She completed my sentence. "I thought you'd see it 
my way sir, now please stand and remove your clothes." I did as she 
requested letting my already semi-hard cock fall into view as I slipped my 
shorts down and lifted my t-shirt over my head. "And now sir if you'd like 
to stroke your penis to bring it to full hardness." I did as she requested 
all the time watching her face for the slightest smile or laugh. Nothing, 
except her eyes had grown larger with my cock getting bigger. It's not 
massive but it has a good thickness which seems to satisfy women, especially 
women who haven't sat astride a cock for six weeks. My cock was now fully 
hard. "Thank you sir now please turn round so I can see the full extent of 
your equipment." I turned a slow full circle so she got a side view of my 
cock and a good look at my bum too and finished up facing her again with a 
big erection pointing at the sky.

She still sat but I noticed that between her legs her shorts now showed a 
little darker patch of dampness and the material of her shirt was stretched 
tight over two small bumps of her erect nipples. She sounded a little 
breathless when she said, "Now I'd like you to remove the Ranger's uniform 
and carefully fold it."

I slowly unbuttoned her shirt and gently slid it away from her shoulders. To 
my surprise she wasn't wearing a bra and looking at her smooth firm breasts 
with prominent erect nipples she didn't need to either. Looking into her 
deep blue eyes and serious face I loosened her belt and undid the side zip 
off her uniform shorts and slid them down over her thighs. They dropped to 
the deck and she stepped out of them. I wasn't surprised that she wasn't 
wearing panties either. The aroma of her dampness permeated the still air of 
the afternoon. As I knelt to pick up her shorts I saw at close quarters her 
soft red-gold pubic mound and could sense the aroma of her arousal even 
more. The sun lit her superb smooth fit body standing naked before me with 
no hint of shyness. I stood with my cock pointing at her little round belly 
waiting for her next command.

"It would be appropriate for you to check the sate of arousal of the Ranger 
and her readiness for sexual intercourse by examining her primary sexual 
organs as you see fit. These are the breasts, the inside of the thighs and 
the genital areas."

I stepped closer so her nipples brushed my chest and my cock pressed against 
her stomach. Reaching for her hard nipples I carefully rolled them round 
between my fingers, pulling gently on them to move her even closer to me. 
Feeling an immediate response from her nipples my cock sensed a slight 
quiver in her thighs. My hands cupped her breasts and they were as firm as 
they looked, but soft and warm in that most exciting feminine way. For a few 
minutes we stood while I massaged her breasts and listened to her breath 
becoming shorter, my cock getting stiffer all the time. Then I  slowly moved 
one hand down across her belly to gently stroke her soft hair with one leg 
between her legs I gently eased them apart while I extended my explorations 
further between her legs. I caressed her inner thigh and felt her respond by 
opening her legs further. I lifted my hand slowly upwards, fingers trailing 
her thighs. When I reached the apex I was rewarded with a well lubricated 
dampness that was the source of the beautiful aroma. I coated two of my 
fingers in her musk and then brought them slowly up to my face to smell and 
taste them. She tasted delicious - I couldn't wait! But I did.

"The Ranger is most definitely aroused madam, but in my experience it is 
good practice to make doubly sure by closer examination. Would the ranger 
please sit while I look closer?" She sat on the side bench of the cockpit 
and I knelt between her open thighs. Her pubic hair was warm and soft but 
further down between her legs it was slick and wet and just there I could 
see the twin ridges of her labia and the slight pinkness within. I slowly 
lowered my head towards her and said softly, "If the Ranger would like to 
lie back." She did so and this allowed my face easy access to the wellspring 
of her arousal. At first I breathed deeply in to fully appreciate the erotic 
charge of her scent. Then I gently pressed her thighs apart and let my lips 
enclose her pubic mound, my tongue gently stroking her out lips. I felt her 
tense and relax as I gently inserted my tongue between her lips and taste 
directly the fluid that attracts, excites and eases.  Licking slowly up and 
down brought me to her clitoris and as I touched it for the first time she 
jumped and a little gasp escaped her previously strict control.

"Is the Ranger enjoying the service?"  I asked between strokes of my tongue.

"She is ... impressed with your ... oom...skill." She panted out between 
little gasps as I circled her clitoris with my tongue. "She thinks that now 
would be a good time for .. ummm ... full... ummm .. penetration with the 
appropriate .. ermm.. tool."

I didn't need to be asked twice! My cock was hard and aching as I knelt up 
between her legs and guided it into her deep warmth. As she lay back I used 
one hand to part her pretty little lips and the other to guide my cock into 
her. She was little tight first, but warm and wet and very ready as I eased 
the tip of my cock into her. With a little gently push the head slid into 
her and her bottom lifted from the bench to ease its passage deeper into 
her. I hesitated, pulled out a little to experience again that first ecstasy 
of penetration and then with a long smooth, but gentle urgency I slid fully 
into her body. Oh God that felt good. The heat, the depth, her pussy lips 
around the base of my cock, her anus pressing against my balls - I could 
feel everything individually and it all as a complete erotic charge. She 
obviously felt the same because she groaned, and reached for my body to pull 
me even deeper into her and at the same time lifted her legs and wrapped 
them round my waist to lock me inside.

Slowly at first, savouring and teasing we pushed and squeezed our bodies 
into each other. Many minutes of long slow strokes into the depth of her 
gave way to a more urgent desire to fuck. There was no more game. We were 
like two animals. If it had been six weeks for her, it had been even longer 
for me and I made the most of it, as did she. I slid my thick cock in and 
out of her in an ever faster rhythm of lust as with one hand I played with 
her nipples and breasts and the other I rubbed gently over her clitoris. 
Ranger Jean pulled and twisted and moaned, her pretty eyes shut tight and 
her head thrown back on the cockpit side. Her moans underscored each deeper 
and deeper thrust as by instinct I fought to place my sperm as deep into her 
as I could. She responded in the same basic way, opening her legs and 
lifting them higher to get me in even further. We hit a mutual natural 
rhythm of thrust, withdrawal and even more frantic thrust. I could feel her 
beginning to shake and I knew she was about to come. This made me loose what 
little control I had and as I felt her orgasm start to ripple through her 
body and milk my cock I gladly gave up to her need. My need was to place my 
cock as deeply into her as I could and fill her full of my erotic joy. All 
feeling was suddenly concentrated in the end of my cock and I came in great 
waves of frantic pulsing spurts as she groaned and unsuccessfully tried to 
stifle a scream as she reached the highest spasm of her climax. She subsided 
into little moans and groans as I withdrew a little and pushed into her 
again and again as we both came down from our erotic highs.

I looked over her spent body as she lay there, her pubic hair curling into 
mine, her slender waist and the swell of her lovely breasts. I noticed for 
the first time just how fit she was. Her shoulders were feminine but strong 
and her muscles were obviously used. Her legs round my waist were supple and 
strong. Her eyes were open and at last she was smiling at me, not just with 
her eyes but with her whole face. I smiled back and said, "Well Ranger Jean, 
have I paid my dues?" A wicked look crossed her face. "You certainly paid 
for one of your offences sir, but I'm not sure about the other. I'll think 
it over while you mix me a drink. I'm off duty now and I know you boaty 
types usually keep a decent store on board."

We settled on a bottle of chilled white wine and sat in the early evening 
wrapped in a sheet and close side by side, just thinking and not really 
saying much, the air filled with the aftermath of sex and the knowledge of 
more to come.

After a while I said "I'd like to pay for my second offence when the Ranger 
is ready."

"Really, would you sir?" She replied. "And what did sir have in mind?"

"Well as you've been in your canoe most of the day I thought that perhaps 
your back and bottom might be in need of a deep and penetrating massage, in 
the interests of the Rangers good health and performance on the job of 
course."

"I see. Does the offender mean an internal and an external massage? Does the 
boat carry suitable err.. supplies and equipment?"

"That was then intention. I have some light olive oil which would be 
aromatic and perfect. Does the Ranger need anything else?"

"The Ranger finds that when her back and posterior is massaged she has a 
tendency to become a little wild. It would be best therefore to restrain the 
Ranger with suitable rope. Purely in the interests of safety you understand 
sir."

I reached into a side locker and picked out some sail ties, four feet long 
soft tapes used to tie the main sail to the boom when not in use. "Would 
these suit the Ranger's purpose?" I held them up to her. She felt the 
softness of the tape and nodded her assent.

"You may begin when you please, but I warn you unless your performance is 
outstanding the Ranger may be obliged to continue the course of punishment 
until all possibility of re-offending is removed."

"I'll be happy to do what the Ranger requires." I said as I slipped the end 
of a tape round her throat and tied it in a gently knot. I smiled at her and 
she smiled back trusting me to take care of her. I lifted the tape, 
encouraging her to stand and lead her towards the companion way. I descended 
first and then she followed on her little lead. She came down the steps 
facing forward and I could see the fluid wetting her and making her inner 
thighs slick.

I lead her into my main aft cabin and to the large double bunk. I placed a 
pillow in the middle of the bunk and said. "If the Ranger would like to lie 
face down with her hips on the pillow I will begin the restraint procedure." 
She did as I asked. I then slipped a tape round each wrist and secured them 
loosely but firmly to the sides on the bed. I then Tied her ankles together 
with a two foot gap so she could part her legs, but only a little. I then 
released her neck tie and retied it around her breasts and across her back 
like a little thin bra. I noticed she was breathing hard and beginning to 
squirm. I sat back and looked at her spread out with on my bunk, her strong 
shoulders and arms stretched out; her rounded cheeks pushed up by the 
pillow, a hint of a darker aureole round her anus and her shapely legs 
slightly apart displaying her soft damp hair. God she looked sexy, strong 
but helpless, in charge but unable to move very much.

"If the Ranger is ready I'll begin the massage."

"The Ranger is ready but you will need to be careful the Ranger has not had 
the full internal massage for sometime."

"I will be careful and let the Ranger be my guide."

With that I knelt across her so her thighs were between mine and my cock lay 
between her thighs an inch from her beautiful pussy. My cock was solid hard 
again and just waiting for the `massage' to begin. I opened the bottle of 
olive oil and smelled the sunlit slopes of Greece as I poured a little onto 
my hands to warm it up. Then I began to work the oil gently into her 
shoulder and back and at the same time nestling my cock between her legs. As 
I massaged she moved her hips and my cock slipped between her thighs 
massaging the full length of her pussy down to her clitoris and back and 
then into her waiting cunt. I massaged her back and fucked her slowly and 
gently at the same time, using more oil as I worked down her back to her 
hips and then after withdrawing my cock I settled back a little and poured a 
few drops of oil onto her naked cheeks.

Using my hands I smoothed the oil into her firm roundness and felt her 
respond by pushing upwards against me. This had the effect of parting her 
cheeks and I saw for the first time the little brown star, tight and 
seductive, nestled there. I massaged some more oil into her gradually moving 
my hands until they stroked her most intimate place and felt her respond 
immediately with a push and a groan.

I poured a few more drops of oil between her cheeks just above her anus so 
the cool oil ran down over her opening causing her to squeak and squirm. 
Then I knelt forward and began to massage the oil into the valley between 
her cheeks with my cock. I stroked my cock up and down the length of her 
crack from her clitoris right up to her lower back and down again, each time 
the tip of my cock caught a little in her anus causing both of us to groan 
and jump a little. Gradually as the massage went on my cock caught a little 
ore I her tightness. Soon it didn't slip across the opening anymore and the 
very tip began to penetrate her most taboo place. She pushed up to meet my 
gently probes and I gasped as the tightness enveloped the end of my cock and 
then with a little pop the head of my cock was inside her bottom.

I stopped for a moment then and lay over her, not crushing her but so she 
could feel my whole body. I whispered close into her ear. "Is the Ranger 
ready to receive the full internal massage as offered?"

"Yes, she's ready." She gasped.

"Is the Ranger ready for me to slide the whole of my thick cock into the 
Ranger's anus, to have a load of semen placed deep in her bottom?"

"Yes, yes, the Ranger's ready, the Ranger needs it now." She panted.

"And will the Ranger come while her arsehole is being massaged internally by 
my long hard cock?"

"God yes!" She panted as she bucked and pushed against me trying to get more 
than just the tip of my cock into her. I responded by pushing gently until 
the thickest part of my cock felt the resistance of her tight ring of 
muscle, then withdrew a little and she gasped and moaned. I knelt up and 
held the tape tied across her breasts and back and pulled on it gently as I 
pushed my cock with a firm strong stroke past the smooth firmness of her 
cheeks, the resistance of her opening and the delicious tightness of her 
anus. I slid the full length of my cock as deep into her as I could. The 
smoothness of her and the tightness was incredible. Looking down I could see 
my cock penetrating her as I pulled her towards me with the tape. I felt her 
clenching and relaxing her cheeks, massaging me with her fit little bottom. 
The feeling was amazing - very different from her pussy.

I pulled out and pushed in again and again feeling her relax and letting me 
fuck her bottom faster without hurting her. She matched my thrusts with hers 
and soon began to moan aloud and make little panting cries as my cock 
reached its deepest point. I knew I wouldn't last long before I came - this 
ecstasy was too much for anyone - but I tried to hang on while the pressure 
built waiting for her to come as well. She was crying out, bucking, 
squirming, squeezing and releasing and pulling her head up and yanking 
against the tapes that held her. I couldn't keep up with her and knew I was 
going to come. I thrust faster and faster the moans and groans coming from 
me now and as the rising tide of passion raised its seventh wave I grunted 
like a primitive and came, filling her bottom with my semen with spasm after 
spasm of my cock. And then I felt her coming too. Her legs went rigid, her 
whole body was taught, I could hardly push my cock into her she was so 
tight. A tremor started in her legs and spread to her hips as she lost the 
fight and gave in to her orgasm. I could only cling on and try to time my 
final orgasmic thrusts with hers as she bucked and screamed and shuddered 
under my weight. It was amazing to feel her lose all control and share her 
ecstasy in such an overt way. As her passion subsided her movements became 
slower, more of a happy memory than an uncontrollable urge. I again lay 
gently on her, kissed her neck and shoulders, murmured small sounds into her 
hair and covered her with my warmth and care. She squeezed her cheeks to let 
me know it was good and sighed as she relaxed.

We lay like that for ages, neither speaking, until eventually my cock grew 
small enough that not even her tightness could keep me in any more. I gently 
undid her bonds, turned her onto her side, pulled up a sheet and held her 
close in my arms.

We woke in the early dawn and made gentle love again. This was deep caring 
sex, not the frantic passionate kind, but just as sexy in its own way.

Later over breakfast I said, "Well Ranger Jean, did I pass the test." She 
laughed.

"You can drop the Ranger bit now. Jean will do, and yes you have paid your 
dues to the national park. I just need a few more bits of information."

"Oh yes? What do you need?"

She looked at me more vulnerable than I'd seen her and said, "Please tell me 
you're not married and you're not leaving soon..." I lifted her face, kissed 
her and told her the truth.

"I'm not married and I'm not leaving anytime soon, not unless you're coming 
with me."

"Do you mean that?"

"Yes."

We were married about 10 months later in a wooden lodge on the edge of the 
park. We spent our honeymoon cruising the quite coves and bays of the park 
in our boat. As a wedding gift she gave me a copy of the National Park 
Authority Handbook. Of course there was no regulation 101.69, but I knew 
that anyway.