https://youtu.be/9nmWrsGrahk

It's another beautiful morning and the sun is shining over the horizon and at this moment, we have a thief. A big... hairy... yet loveable thief, a bear that is raiding the marshmallow stash, taking a few bags of marshmallows while the campers lay asleep.

But then, they're all woken up to the sound of an airplane flying around too low to the ground. This startles the bear and makes the big, furry guy bolt outta there with his food.

Meanwhile, everyone is gathered outside and you also wake up, yawning and feeling refreshed after dealing with the boot camp. And here comes Chris, coming in hot and fast in a plane.

Chris: "INCOMING!!!"

Geoff: "HIT THE DECK!!!"

Everyone quickly ran for cover just in time, moments before Chris managed to touch ground.

Chris: "Yes! I can't wait to get my pilot's license!"

Too bad that won't happen anytime soon. His plane crashes through a communal stall where our furry bear friend was hiding and puts his bag of marshmallows behind his back. A few of his soft, tasty treats fall out of the bags and he's still feeling all the more guilty.

Eventually, Chris comes to a stop in his plane.

Chris: "Just flexing your muscles for today's *pulls out megaphone* X-TREME SPORTS CHALLENGE!"

Everyone flinches from the echoing "challenge."

Gwen: *groans* "It's too early for this."

Y/N: "You're forgetting this is Chris we're talking about."

Chris: "This week, you'll participate in three challenges! First up, *through megaphone* X-Treme Sofa Bed Skydiving!" *without megaphone* "Contestants will plummet-- uh... skydive to awaiting sofa bed target below."

Inside the plane, Chef opens the door and jumps onto the sofa, but lands in a very painful spot and lets out a pained, muffled scream. The others flinch from how scary and painful it is.

Chris: "Of course, you'll be skydiving from 5,000 feet and using these. *pulls out parachute packs*

The parachute packs both look worn out and beat up and the others just gasp at the conditions these packs are in.

Chris: "Our lucky contestants are... Y/N and DJ."

Y/N: *shivers* "I hate heights. But, no way am I throwing in the towel, I can do this. You gonna be okay, big guy?"

DJ: *nervously* "Yeah, sure. Bring it on."

Chris: "Not so fast, because the 2nd challenge of the day is *through megaphone* X-Treme Rodeo Moose Riding!"

The teams then look to see a moose being kept inside a wooden fence it could probably break out of.

Chris: "Contestants will rodeo ride the great Canadian Bucking Moose for 8 seconds or get hoofed into a giant pile of socks from the lost and found."

Leshawna: "That stink pile ain't nothing but Laundry Day back home."

Chris: "It's your lucky day, Leshawna. You're riding for Gophers and Geoff, you'll ride for Bass."

Geoff: "YEAH!"

Owen: *gets close to moose* "He doesn't look too bucky to me. Hi, beautiful."

The moose got sussy of Owen and then bucked him in the face with his forehoof.

Y/N: *claps* "I like this moose."

Chris: *megaphone* "And the final challenge-- X-Treme Seadoo Water Skiiing! Contestants will water ski a race course grabbing as many flags as they can before crossing the finish line. While a member from the opposing team drives the seadoo!"

Heather: "How can we water ski without water?"

Chris: "It's really hard. *gestures to chef* Check it out."

And Chef comes along riding a seadoo, only to bounce and crash into a tree while Chris laughs at his pain.

Chris: "Awesome!"

[Confessional: Y/N]

Y/N: "Stating the obvious once again... Chris... is a fucking prick."

[End of confessional]

Chris: "Harold, you'll ski for Killer Bass and Lindsay for the Screaming Gophers."

Lindsay: "Cool! I can model my new bikini!"

Y/N: *thinks* "Hoo-wee!!! I cannot wait!"

Chris: *megaphone* "Now for the cool swag, whoever scores the most challenges get bragging rights for the night, saves their butts from elimination and wins tricked-out multi-massage mobile shower.

The teams all look and see a truck carrying said prize and Chef is by the truck, playing the harp for some added effect. Everyone gasped at how glamourous and luxurious it is.

Heather: "Can it be?"

Chris: "Oh, it be."

Owen: *while eating marshmallows, unfazed* "Ugh! A shower? How about something good?"

Heather: *in Owen's face, ticked* "Listen to me, you marshmallow-eating goof, we are gonna win that shower if it's the last thing we do. GOT IT?!"

This freaked out Owen so much, he winds up choking on his marshmallow, which freaks out Heather, making her run for it. Harold steps in and whacks him on the back. Heather is then beamed in the back of the head by the marshmallow projectile.

And so, the first challenge gets underway and the plane starts up, ready to take flight.

Chris: "Okay, gang, chow for breakie, then report back in 20 minutes for the X-Treme Sports Challenge!!!"

The dickhead host then takes flight, leaving behind a cloud of dirt dust, making everyone cough out the stuff.

[timeskip]

Some time passes and everyone finishes their meals and most are heading back outside to start their challenges. Owen stays behind to munch on the leftover breakie some refuse to touch. He then gives Chef the empty plates and burps out a letter.

Owen: *to Chef* "Sweet grub, bro."

Chef doesn't even bother to take the compliment since he knows Owen will eat just about anything that's considered food.

Chef: *reads letter* "For the girl with smoldering eyes?"

Thinking nothing of it, he just tosses it aside.

Gwen and Bridgette then check it out for themselves.

Gwen: *amused* "Check it out, it's a corny haiku poem."

Bridgette: *amused* "Whoa, some dude's crushing big time. It's probably for you."

Gwen: "Really? I was gonna say it was for you."

Bridgette: "But Y/N's your boyfriend. I can see perfectly clear how close you two are."

Gwen: "Yeah, but we both agreed we'd be sharing him as a boyfriend, although you should know that Geoff is also into you. Remember at the dock yesterday, how he tried to get your attention?"

Bridgette did remember and thought it was kinda sweet, but also funny when wound up wiping out before he started water skiing. This made both of the girls laugh.

Gwen: "Then again, Geoff probably couldn't pronounce haiku, let alone write one."

Bridgette: *triggered slightly* "What's that supposed to mean?"

Gwen: "Nothing. He's just not exactly the scholary type."

Bridgette: *swipes card* "Oh, and I suppose Y/N is busy boning up on his nietzche in his spare time?"

Gwen: *takes back card, agitated* "I think Y/N is more nietzche than Geoff is haiku-ie."

Bridgette: "Haiku-ie? *scott* Well, at least Geoff isn't a poser. *takes back card* Y/N probably doesn't even write his own poems!"

Gwen grabs the card and tries taking it back, but Bridgette doesn't let go and tries taking it back for herself.

Gwen: "Well, at least Y/N doesn't make stupid flirty comments about other people's mothers when talking to a girl!"

The second she said this, the two girls wind up tearing the card in half and gasp in shock. Now... it's personal.

Gwen: *glares* "Tell you what, Betty! I'll bet you two night's dessert that the poem was for me!"

Bridgette: *glares back* "Oh, I'm up for that. *retracts* Down with that." *glares again* "Whatever, you're on!"

Later on, everyone's gathered outside and Chris is inside the plane and you and DJ are ready to take an aerial ride.

Chris: "Now remember, ground teams can wheelie the sofa beds wherever they want in order to help their comrade with the landing."

Heather: "Y/N, promise me you'll win this for us."

Y/N: "Heather... *slams fist into palm* ...I plan to."

Gwen: "Hey, maybe he's doing this as a form of self-expression, like haiku?"

Y/N: "Gwen, as much as I extremely love Japanese culture, haiku's can be a little tricky to write when it comes to certain subjects."

Bridgette just shakes her head left and right, smiling all smug while Heather blushes a bit, considering she's Japanese, too.

[Confessional: Gwen]

Gwen: *sighs* "Okay, so it wasn't my most subtle sleuthing moment."

[Confessional: Heather]

Heather: "So, he loves Japanese culture, huh? I might just have to show him my... appreciation."

[End of confessional]

And so, much later on, Chris has both DJ and Y/N airborne and the side doors open up for you. 

Chris: "If you could just fill these out?" *shows papers*

DJ: "But, we already signed insurance forms in the beginning of the show!"

Chris: "Yeah, but these are for organ donation! I have this cool cannibal challenge I want to pitch to the producers and this will go a long way toward budgeting-free props! Here comes the drop, boys!"

Y/N: "Where's the drop zone?" *tries looking for it*

Meanwhile, with the Gopher girls on the ground, the girls are currently trying to push the couch, but it's too heavy.

Leshawna: "Why is this thing so heavy?"

Gwen then peeks over and finds fat-ass Owen snoozing on the fucking sofa, so they try to move the chubby dope off, but no dice.

Heather: "Come on, you big tub of lard, MOVE!"

Sadly, ol' cheddar breath wasn't budging, nor was he waking up."

Gwen: "Any other bright ideas?"

Some time later, Heather paints an X on Owen's ass.

Gwen: "At least it'll be a soft landing."

Meanwhile, back to you and DJ...

Y/N: "Well, wish me luck! *backs away* 3...2...1... RUSH!!!" 

Running towards the opening, you leap at the last step and do a front flip as you plummet from high above.

Y/N: "WOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!"

Once you were close to the bottom, you deployed your parachute, slowing your fall and as soon as you saw the girls and... Owen screwing everything up AGAIN... you glared angrily.

Y/N: *deep, growling tone "Owen..."

Once you were low enough, you detached yourself from your parachute and dove for Owen, yelling in anger while the stupid fatso still slept on the sofa with a big, goofy smile.

Y/N: "FLYING PRESS!!!"

Yelling that out, you successfully slam down on Owen without hurting yourself and actually woke him up with a strained grunt.

Owen: "OOOF!!!"

But when came afterward...

https://youtu.be/zN2BGzN6bqw

The entire island shook as that massive gas bomb went off and even made a few trees lose all of their leaves.

Owen: *jolts up* "OW! What the heck was that?" *sees you glaring* "Y/N, what'd you have to slam on me for?"

Y/N: "Hello! We needed the fucking sofa to catch my fall, but you just HAD to sleep on it with your fat ass."

Owen: "What? It was comfy."

Y/N: "I don't give a fuck if it was comfy! That sofa was needed for the 1st challenge, so next time, pick a different spot to sleep in or next time when I drop from the sky, or else!"

Owen: *yelps in fear* "SORRY MAN!" *bolts off*

Y/N: "Idiot... He's becoming more of a liability. Next chance I get, I'll boot his ass off for slowing the team down."

Then the girls approach you.

Gwen: "At least you're safe, so that's a plus."

Heather: "Yeah. But man, I thought I was brutal, way to not mince words out there... handsome."

Y/N: "Hell to the fuck no. If my girls want a heavenly shower, they're getting a heavenly shower."

[Confessional: Leshawna]

Leshawna: "Somebody just scored extra points with this girl. Mama ain't gonna go anywhere till he's full satisfied."

[End of confessional]

As for the Killer Bass, they were hauling their sofa out for DJ for when he makes the big jump. Bridgette then takes this time to try and coax a confession from Geoff.

Bridgette: "You know what's really romantic?"

Geoff: "Uh... writing someone's name in the snow with your pee?"

Bridgette: "Uh, actually, I was thinking more of the written word."

Geoff: "Oh, you mean like a tattoo. *laughs* Yeah. I've got one on my butt, wanna see?"

But she and the rest of the Bass were spared as they heard DJ screaming from above. They saw he was being carried by the wind and they did their best to position the sofa just right. DJ just kept screaming bloody murder as he was falling steadily, covering his face. 

Thankfully, the Killer Bass laid out the futon and DJ had landed himself safely on the mattress. The team cheered for their success and the big guy finally calmed down.

DJ: "Everything's still here? Nothing's broken? Phew!"

But then the sofa retracted, along with him, making everyone gasp. And then they just walked away, whistling like nothing happened.

Moments later, Chris circles around the gophers with his megaphone out, letting them know about the end results.

Chris: "Gophers and Bass, both win! It's 1 all!"

Heather: "Nice job with the landing, babe."

Gwen: "Y/N, are you gonna be okay, even though you kinda slammed down on Owen?"

Y/N: "Psh, you kidding me? His fat ass is way softer than that old rusty cushion, I'd probably dogpile him again just for fun. Now then, come on ladies, let's kick some more ass!"

Leshawna: "Mm-mmm! Leshawna is likin' the sound o' that! Lead the way, big daddy."

[Confessional: Y/N]

Y/N: "Big daddy? Girl must be thirsty." *winks*

[End of confessional]

Chris: *megaphone* "Okay, cowpokes, let's start the rodeo moose challenge!"

Geoff: "Rodeo riding's kinda like surfing, once you catch the lip, you just flow with the mojo."

Bridgette: "Yeah, flow. Kinda like the ancient art of Japanese haiku."

Geoff: *confused* "What's a haiku?"

Y/N: "A haiku is a three-line poem with seventeen syllables, written in a 5/7/5 syllable count."

Both Gwen and Bridgette blinked in surprise.

Geoff: "Hmm, never knew that. Oh! Wanna see that tat?"

And Geoff takes off his pants and shows off his ass tattoo.

Gwen: "Whoa!"

Bridgette: "Definitely not haiku-ie."

Meanwhile, ol' moosey is not liking this surfer dude standing on his back all willy-nilly. Chef nervously reaches for the handle to release the big guy and as soon as it's opened, the moose charges out in a fit of rage, making Geoff scream.

And because the doofus was still standing on top of the moose, it was easy for the moose to shake him off and so the moose stopped and launched Geoff off of him.

Chris: "And Geoff's... *Geoff flies over Chris, into dirty sock pile* ...out?"

Geoff comes out of the dirty sock pile with nasty tube socks in his mouth.

Chris: *megaphone* "Ooh, that stinks big time for Bass."

Just then, the video pauses.

Chris: *during editing* "Wait a minute, pause that. Let's just rewind that shot and run it in super slow-mo." *video rewinds to scene with Geoff slowly flying over Chris* "I'm embarrassed. This is so degrading, I mean just look at me! Can we just please get a decent budget together for hair and makeup? I look like I just fell outta bed. YEESH!"

*back to present time* 

Chris: *megaphone* "No, seriously, that is some rank stuff. Leshawna, let's jet!"

Leshawna puts on her game face and loosens the joints in her fingers, ready to win it.

Y/N: "You got this, Leshawna!"

Moments later, she's seen getting on the back of the moose and holding on tight, unlike Geoff.

Leshawna: "I hope you got a moose-burger recipe handy. *chuckles nervously, to moose* Easy, boy. You don't wanna make me mad now."

Oh, now the moose is seeing red after Leshawna pats his head, hating how she's trying to take charge of this big guy.

Chef: *horrified* "SWEET MOTHER OF-- AAAH!"

And the moose breaks out, trampling over Chef. And while Leshawna's doing her best to stay on, Gwen and Bridgette are still not seeing eye to eye about a certain matter.

Bridgette: "So, your guy's a total playboy who acts like a know-it-all."

Gwen: "He's never once toyed with our feelings, genius! At least he has more brains, than your guy, who's a grammatically challenged skater flake who can't even flirt right."

The two then looked away, not talking... for a good few seconds, until it was time for them to come clean.

Gwen: "Okay, so it wasn't Y/N or Geoff."

Bridgette: "Yeah, plus we kinda just assumed it was for us."

After that, the two made up and gave each other a hug.

Bridgette: "Well, whoever it is, we're gonna find out. Deal?"

She extends her hand out to the gothic beauty and Gwen shakes her hand willingly with a smile. 

Meanwhile, in a secret hiding spot, our favorite little bear friend is about to enjoy his delicious marshmallow buffet. But then the moose comes by and tramples all over the bags, crushing his delicious goodies and making the poor furry guy sad.

And now... onto the 3rd challenge.

Chris: *megaphone* "So, it's 2-1 with Gophers in the lead! If the Gophers win the X-Treme Sea-doo Water Sky Challenge, they win invincibility."

Lindsay: "I'm ready!"

Everyone looks in Lindsay's direction and are astonished by what she's now wearing.

Y/N: *whistles flirtily* "Looking good, babe."

Heather: "We are so dead-- unless... *holds up keys* I get to drive the wave jumper!"

Leshawna: "Just win the dang shower so I can get my hair did."

[Confessional: Harold]

Harold: "This is it. It's all or nothing. Courtney's gonna be driving Lindsay and I'm gonna be skiing for the Bass. Winning is inevitable, goodbye hard times, hello *puts on shades, deep, gruff voice* Dirty Harold."

[End of confessional]

Gwen: "Okay, so haikuist candidates are Harold, DJ or Owen."

Bridgette: "Well, Harold is--"

Speaking of Harold, he comes out of the confession stall, trying to look all cool with his shades still on.

Harold: "Ladies." *trips and falls*

Gwen: *ruling out Harold* "Yeah... I'll take Owen, you take DJ."

The girls fist-bump each other before splitting.

And so the challenge is about to get underway. Harold is dressed in a speedo and Heather is looking mighty confident.

Heather: *to Harold* "You are so out of your league, Alpha Geek.

Chris: *while riding quad bike* "Here's the road rules. Oh wait-- there are no rules. Which means this... is gonna be awesome!"

Bridgette: *to DJ* "So, read any good poems lately?"

DJ: "So, asked any arbitrary, way-out-of-left-field questions lately?"

Jeez, it was just a question. But now Bridgette knows it's not him and signals Gwen about it.

Chris: "And GO!"

And the challenge starts. Heather takes off full speed on the muddy obstacle course, dragging Harold along. She hopes she can make him miss some flags with how fast she's going, but it backfires and Harold snags one flag from the ramp.

Chris: *through speakers* "Flag one for Bass!"

Heather: *shocked, pissed* "NO!"

But she doesn't give up, she keeps going, but Harold eventually snags all 5 flags for the team.

Chris: *through speakers* "5 flags and heading home! 

Heather: "THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!"

Chris: "Heather has to cross the finish line or be disqualified! But when she does, Harold will take five flags to Victory for the Killer Bass!"

Heather gasped as she knew she was in danger of losing the challenge and couldn't let it happen this way.

[Confessional: Heather]

Heather: "I couldn't let that little dork-wad win, so I decided to cut him loose."

[End of confessional]

Heather then turned around on her seat and pulled out a knife from one of her pockets.

Heather: "Game over, Gumby!"

Harold: "Victory is-- huh?" *sees Heather with knife*

As she leans in to cut the rope he's hanging onto, a tree branch latched onto her top and tore it off, leaving her sexy boobs exposed. She covers herself, screaming in embarrassment. Harold gasped at the sight and then put on a big, goofy smile.

Sadly, the little geek crashes into a rock, losing all the flags while Heather crashes the vehicle into another rock and gets launched into the air before landing herself on a bear. And our angry furry friend was not too happy to have been interrupted with his little snack break... again and wanted to mop the floor with her.

Chris: "I don't know what Heather did to make Harold lose his concentration, but it's a total wipeout for the Bass team!"

Harold: *googily-eyed* "Boobies!"

[Confessional: Y/N]

Y/N: "Okay, I knew that Heather's top coming off was an accident, but something about Harold checking out my girlfriend's boobs like that kinda pisses me off. I dunno why."

[End of confession]

Meanwhile, with Owen and Gwen.

Gwen: "So, if we win, is there a someone special you'll be, uh... showering for?"

Owen: "Why would I need to shower? We're in the wild." *burps*

Gwen: *almost hoarks* "Ugh! Nevermind!"

It's the final stretch of the challenge with Courtney driving and Lindsay water skiing. Both ladies are just waiting for Chris to give the signal before they can get underway.

Chris: "Ready, set, riding it like it's sweeps week, GO!"

Courtney steps on the pedal, bolting it like crazy. Despite going full throttle, Lindsay easily grabs one of the flags and does a backflip. 

Chris: *through speakers* "Flag 1! Flags 2! 3!, 4."

Courtney keeps trying to veer Lindsay off course, but Lindsay isn't having any trouble with catching each flag. Eventually...

Chris: *through speakers* "Lindsay has snagged Flag 5 and is racing home for the win! Courtney is euchred! She has to cross!"

Courtney: "OVER MY DEAD BODY!" *stands up on vehicle* "YOU'LL NEVER GET ME ALIVE!"

Just then she rams her vehicle into a boulder and gets launched off of it and lands in a tree while Lindsay skis straight through the finish line, cheering with glee.

Chris: "She won? *through speakers* GOPHERS WIN!"

It looks like you and the girls are about to get nice and refreshed.

Lindsay: "Sorry about that, Court. I just really wanted that shower."

And the cute blonde skis right into Leshawna's arms for a great big victory hug, making her giggle in happiness.

Leshawna: *hugging Lindsay* "Girlfriend, gimme some sugar."

Geoff: *bummed* "Really could've used that shower."

DJ: *sniffs* "Whew! Right you are, my skunky friend."

[Confessional: Geoff]

Geoff: "So I landed in a pile of socks, big deal. I can't stink that bad, can I?"

But the dropping dead flies speak volumes

[End of confessional]

Chris: "The Bass team went belly-up and will now decide which fishy to flush while the Gophers totally scored some much-needed showers."

We then see Lindsay and Leshawna coming out of the mobile showers all nice and clean, wrapped up in their towels and Owen is sitting outside, covered in marshmallow residue, not even bothering to step inside of the thing.

Owen: "What's up with chicks and showers?"

Y/N: "They care about their appearences, Owen. They wanna look their best every day and not look like you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I could use a little shower time as well."

And so you step inside yourself and begin to enjoy your nice, warm, relaxing reward.

Outside, Gwen and Bridgette are still stumped about who the haiku love letter is for.

Gwen: "So, we've ruled out Owen and DJ."

Bridgette: "I know, so who could it be?"

Leshawna: *walks up* "Who could what be?"

Bridgette shows her the letter. Chris also steps in.

Chris: "Another note from your secret admirer, Leshawna?"

Gwen and Bridgette: *surprised* "Leshawna's the crush girl?!"

Leshawna: *confident* "You two know someone else here with a booty as luscious *turns and shakes her fine ass* as an apple?" *walks off*

Meanwhile, Heather was about to take her shower when she sees you stepping out with a towel wrapped around your waist and just as you turn in her direction...

Heather: *minor nosebleed* "Mmm, sexy."

Needless to say, she just HAD to get it on with you right then and there... and she did.

[timeskip to night]

Later on that night at the bonfire ceremony, it was Harold who got the boot from TDI and the guy was okay with it.

But what he did next shocked everyone as he was about to climb onto the Boat of Losers.

Harold: "Farewell, Total Drama Island. I loved, I lost... and I saw boobies, what more could a man ask for?"

Gwen: "You loved?"

Leshawna: "You're a man?"

Bridgette: "You saw boobies?"

Y/N: "Surprisingly, he did."

Harold: *tosses last suitcase in boat, turns around* "Leshawna, I meant every word of that poem."

Leshawna: "Poem? That was you?"

Bridgette: "No... way."

She then walked over to the geek while he sprinted towards the luscious mama and they exchanged a hug.

Leshawna: "Harold, you're all kinds of sweet, my man. But sadly, mama's already off the books. But that don't mean we can't be friends."

Harold: "I have no regrets."

Leshawna: "That's good to hear. Have a safe trip back home."

Harold nodded before heading for the boat and the big mama walked off, feeling flattered about his affections. It was a darn shame he lose the race to win her heart. Maybe next time.

And as the boat was taking off...

Geoff: "Wait, so... Harold saw your boobies?"

Owen: "Can we see?" 

Leshawna: *waves it off* "Heck no." *realizes* "Wait a minute. *walks over to end of dock* Who's boobies did you see?!"

Y/N: "Uh... that'd be... her," *points to mobile shower*

Just as you said that, Heather stepped out, feeling refreshed and reborn after a quick fuck and a long shower. Leshawna looked over, now looking as pissed as ever.

Leshawna: *pissed, walking over* "Uh-uh! Uh-uh! Uh-uh! Oh-oh! Oh, see now, you messed with the WRONG sister!"

Heather: "Oh, please. It was a total fluke. You think I'd actually show that dweeb my boobs on purpose? Hell no! These girls are only for-- for..."

But Leshawna wasn't hearing it, she just came walking up close to Heather and she gasped before running off.

Leshawna: "GET BACK HERE!"

And Heather is screaming right now.

Gwen: "Well, that's settled. Night."

Bridgette: "Night."

The two girls split and head for their cabins.

Moments later, after Leshawna calmed down a little, we now see the big mama heading for the cabin where she saw you waiting outside the boys side, which got her curious.

Leshawna: "What's wrong, sugar? Can't sleep? Upset because Owen's gonna keep you up all night with his stink?"

Y/N: "Nah, I kicked his ass out since he refused to shower, so he's spending the night somewhere hermit style. I can tell Heather's got you peeved after finding out what happened."

Leshawna: "A little. That skinny-ass white girl always gotta fuck up everything for a sister."

Y/N: "To be fair, she didn't want to, it was an accident. She tried to cut Harold loose from the rope, but that tree branch latched onto her top and tore it off. Trust me, she wasn't pleased either that Harold saw her breasts, but you should know something..."

Leshawna: "What's that?"

Y/N: "You've got some real nice assets yourself. Ya got plenty o' things in the front and in the back to shake. The way I see it, your chocolate milkshakes could be bringing all the boys to the yard. You said it yourself that no one else has a booty as luscious as an apple."

Leshawna: *slightly blushes* "So, you sayin' you like what Leshawna is packing?"

Y/N: "Oh, I more than like it, Leshawna. And if you'd like, I can help ease some of that lingering stress you got swelled up inside you. Owen's not around, my EMPs are active in case there's hidden cameras in the cabin, so it'll just be you... and me."

Leshawna: "In that case... *she pulls you into a hug* Show mama what you're made of."

Y/N: "You got it, my luscious sugar mama."

With this foxy, thicc babe wrapped around your finger, you guide her into the boys side of the Gopher cabin and onto your bed. There, you strip out of clothes and Leshawna strips herself butt naked, showing off her clean, glistening body as it sparkles in the moonlight, turning you on and waking up your little friend.

Leshawna: *licks lips* "Mm-mmm! Mama still remembers how big it was when those boys pulled that prank on you."

Y/N: "Glad you remember. Because tonight, it's all yours."

Leshawna: "Then, big daddy... gimme some sugar."

You gladly get into bed with Leshawna and snuggle right next to her, wrapping your arms around each other and pressing your lips onto hers, then feel this hot mama straddle herself on top of you, basically pinning you down and dominating you in the kiss.

Her chocolate skin feels nice and warm, not to mention soft and smooth, same goes for her nice chocolate chest pillows.

Leshawna then pulls away from your lips and gets to licking your tongue while you grab her fine, luscious booty. 

Y/N: "You're right about one thing. Ain't no one here has a booty as luscious as an apple like you do, babe."

Leshawna: "Mmm, you know it, papa bear. Now, how's about you let mama go into town on your secret weapon down below?"

Y/N: "Do what you like, hot stuff."

Leshawna quickly scooches down and gets face-to-face with your proud, hardened, standing meat pole. She grabs it with one of her soft hands, stroking it to get a feel of the land. Next thing you know, this bootilicious beauty took in more than half of your rod into her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down.

Your body jolted from how good that felt. Leshawna ain't no slouch, did she have some previous boyfriends before you? If she did, you wouldn't be surprised, not that you're complaining. She slurped and sucked on that bad boy of yours to no end.

She gave low, humming moans sucking you off. This had to be the most intense and more awesome blowjob you'd gotten. And just when things couldn't get any better than this, they did because now, she began using her huge boobs to sandwich your meat stick.

Y/N: *thinks* "FUCK!!! Big, beautiful AND an expert lover in bed, where the hell has she BEEN all my life?!"

She's real good with her work, but she eventually stopped just moments before you could give her a facial. 

Leshawna: *seductively* "So, you liked that, baby?"

Y/N: "I... loved it!"

Leshawna: "Glad to hear it, sugar. Now..." *turns around, shows you her ass, twerks* "Shove it all in and give it to me good."

Oh yeah... you're definitely in heaven. You mount her doggy-style and guide your shaft into her warm, wet passage. She moans at how massive and girthy your length is. She covers her mouth, trying not to moan too loud or risk waking the others up.

But that's easier said than done as you pounded her fine chocolate, pillow-y ass like a jackhammer, making it ripple. She had the body of a goddess, that's for sure.

She continues to muffle her soft moans with her hand while you keep using her tight, wet womanhood to enjoy yourself. You give her huge ass a good spanking. She jolts her head upwards, but doesn't reply and just shoots you a sultry look.

You can't see it clearly, but she's definitely blushing and sweating a little bit while biting her lower lip. She's so fucking hot, you can't stop yourself from leaning over and going full doggy-style on her, plowing deeper inside and reaching under her.

Both your hands grabs her soft, luscious breasts and fondle them in the palm of your hands. You can hear her soft moans and heavy pants since you're super close to her face.

Leshawna: *quietly, while moaning* "Fuck! Mmm, baby your dick is turnin' my pussy to mush. Fuck me harder, baby daddy."

Y/N: *whispers back in her ear* "Only if you turn around and give your daddy some sugar, you bad, bad girl."

This smokin' hot babe looks to you and opens her mouth wide, connecting it with yours and dances her tongue with yours. On top of that, one of her arms latches around your neck. Little did you know, she planned to take charge of this real soon.

But for now, she just let you stay in charge, using her body to your pleasure and loving it like the slut she is. Her inner walls tighten around your shaft, squeezing and sucking it in. 

You might be using and feeling up her goddess body, but she knows how to make use of it. Between massaging her soft bosom and plowing her sacred love dungeon while her inner walls keep milking you, it was all becoming too much for you to handle.

The moment she saw you weakening, she wasted no time and turned the tables on you. Now she's got you pinned underneath her and is now riding you cowgirl style.

Leshawna: *whispering in your ear* "You're caught in big mama's grip now, sugar. Now shoot it all in like ya mean it!"

It's hard to resist. She's pressing all the right buttons as she rides and works your man pole like a skilled lover. She lays her whole body onto you, pressing her massive ta-tas onto your chest. This couldn't go on any longer and the churning in your balls was killing you.

You held onto Leshawna and thrusted your hips upwards, letting your volcano finally erupted balls deep inside. She gasped sharply, but bit her lower lip as she came hard on you.

Leshawna didn't remove your cock at all and just laid there, still cuddled on top of you and your meat pole just keeps throbbing and pumping into her system like crazy.

It took until your 37th spurt that you finally managed to calm down and Leshawna looked completely drained too. She then slumped right next to you, still keeping you wrapped around in her soft, smooth, chocolate-y arms, smiling into your eyes.

Leshawna: *quietly* "Baby, you rocked my world real hard. I was right to fall for you, big daddy."

Y/N: *quietly* "I couldn't help it. When I'm with a lady as beautiful as you, I can't help myself but wanna make you feel loved."

Leshawna: "Well, mission accomplished, hun. Also, no need to worry about how much you came, I had a safe day today."

Y/N: "That's good to hear. So... you wanna keep cuddling or do you wanna head back with the other girls?"

Leshawna: "I'mma rest up for a bit here, then head back, I wanna cherish this moment for a little while longer."

Shrugging, you snuggled with Leshawna in your bed and cheered loudly in your head, having scored the best night ever. 

[A/N: You thought this story was done? Well guess what, it's still on and I'm not giving up on it. Writing lemon chapters takes a while for me, that's why it took so long. But anyways,  I hope you enjoyed this latest chapter, now as for the next... STAY TUNED!]