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 MF Romantic - Oral/Vanilla/Anal - 34,000 words.  Thoughts, comments,
criticisms, whatever shadesofextasy@hotmail.com

   In the Wild

   A few years ago, if someone had asked Cameron if he was an outdoorsman,
he would have shrugged his shoulders noncommittally and said, "Sure, I
guess so." Like so many other young men growing up in the suburbs, he'd
been a Boy Scout in his youth and enjoyed as much as anyone else tramping
through the woods and swimming in ponds, even going so far as spending his
summer vacation when he was 12 at Camp Minnihaha with 250 other boys his
age.  Over the following years, he'd spent a marijuana-hazed weekend in
college fishing with his GulfCoast University fraternity brothers, another
two nights drinking beers and laughing at his boss' corny jokes while
trying to hunt whitetail deer, but had never taken it seriously.  It wasn't
until more recently, however, that he'd discovered what being an
outdoorsman really entails.

   You see, a few years ago, Cameron undertook a major life change.  Up
until that time, he had been the clichéd man in the grey flannel suit with
his boring financial analyst job at the U.S.  headquarters for Investors
International Bank, riding the packed commuter train into traffic-congested
downtown diligently with all his fellow characterless corporate suits and
reading the business section of the Blue Bay Chronicler as he sipped tepid
coffee.  His childless marriage to a fellow career-climber was equally
apathetic, never skyrockets in flight, but it wasn't Who's Afraid of
Virginia Woolf either.  His wife and he got along fine, but it took ten
years to realize their hearts and souls were no longer in the listless
union, and they had an amicable parting of the ways.

   At thirty-five, Cameron was at a crossroads and needed to make
significant changes.  He started by buying a small condo near the
waterfront and taking a vastly lower-paying but far more emotionally
satisfying job repairing smaller outboard engines down at the Blue Bay
docks.  He'd always had a knack for fixing things and enjoyed the relative
simplicity of working on mechanical structures.  It also allowed him the
never-before-realized freedom of being in the sun and the occasionally
strenuous labor tightened and toned up a body gone soft from years staring
sedentarily at the blue glow of computer screens.  He also resumed his
daily morning run, a routine he hadn't participated in since his University
days, and it was during one of these that he met Cheyenne.

   One sultry summer morning, he was taking his usual 7 a.m.  jog near the
rolling surf, enjoying the invigorating salt spray and refreshingly cool
sea breezes alone.  During the day, whenever he had time off, he enjoyed
coming down to the beach to hang out with casual friends, playing
volleyball or working on his tan among the throngs of vacationers and
party-goers.  He'd learned over the course of several months that he'd been
doing his morning routine that Blue Bay's notoriously hedonistic Harbor
District nightlife virtually obliterated early birds, especially on
Saturday and Sunday mornings.  But as the primal lure of the great roiling
ocean insistently called to him, he enjoyed having its awesome natural
majesty to himself, if just for a little while.

   As he treaded along the beach, he came upon an elderly couple collecting
shells in a red bucket and graciously raised his head in a sociable
greeting.  He didn't mind sharing the matutinal splendor with people who
could appreciate its natural beauty.  But when he'd jogged about a
half-mile more, he was genuinely surprised to see a beautiful woman
standing in the roiling surf, staring near-reverentially at the dazzling
brilliance of the newborn sun, its morning radiance glittering in sparkling
flashes off the sapphire water and putting her curvaceous form in an
alluring silhouette.  In his experience, Cameron found that women who
looked like that partied all night and got plenty of beauty sleep during
the day, rarely appreciating the simplicity of a peaceful sunrise.

   Cameron slowed as he approached the mysterious lady.  Twenty minutes
into his run, less than a mile from his final destination, his lungs were
beginning to burn from the punishingly fast pace he had set and he needed a
break, but in truth she had piqued his curiosity.  He didn't want to
interrupt her quiet contemplations, however, so he just lingered nearby,
carefully stretching out muscles that ached from his exertions, deriving
his own serene enjoyment of the tranquil scene.

   While Cameron would later on say he had spotted Cheyenne first, she
would argue that if you could take one look at her man, you'd realize she
was the lucky one.  She'd been lost in her appreciation of the magnificent
daybreak and the stranger's unnoticed approach had made her breath catch
but not nearly as much as the sight of the man himself.  Well over six
feet, lithely muscular and lusciously dark with thick, wavy hair and a
well-toned body that moved with athletic grace, he could have stepped
directly from her most wicked fantasies.  Her first thought was Yum!  And
erotic images growing in her mind burst forth like an exploding balloon. 
Her second thought was, Forget it, Cheyenne, you're not in his class.  But
she couldn't drag her eyes away from him...

   After a few moments, the stretching Cameron caught Cheyenne shyly
looking at him and she gifted him a sweet smile.  She was even more
beautiful than he had originally thought.  Doe-eyed, those dark orbs
glinting with hints of mischief, she boasted exotically attractive
features, the genetic heritage of a Choctaw Indian mother, he would later
learn, and though she was hardly the All-American cheerleader type, he
found her compellingly beautiful.  Her lustrous brunette hair,
mischievously streaked with sassy auburn, was pulled into a deceptively
girlish ponytail at the nape of her neck, but the loose-fitting
apricot-hued shorts she wore over a one-piece bathing suit did little to
hide a sleekly-curved body that was all woman, the slick fabric of her top
hugging appealingly-sized breasts.  He was gaga at first sight over her and
felt flummoxed inside that she sent any attention his way.

   "I'm Cameron," he managed to introduce himself, flashing his own smile
as he stuck out his hand in welcome, secretly thrilling to her unexpectedly
firm handshake.

   "Cheyenne," she replied, shocked at his hand's radiant warmth and the
spike of seductive heat that flowed into her body at the sexiness of his
deep voice.  She felt the incredibly handsome man's masculinity rolling off
him in waves.  The spicy scent of his fresh, clean sweat blended with the
salty aroma of the gently crashing waves.  She touched her fingers to her
lips to make sure she wasn't drooling.  He looked like the kind of man who
had women hanging from him by the dozens.  Unless... "Is your wife here
with you?" She tried to sound polite rather than snooping, which, of
course, she was.

   Cameron had been enjoying the sound of her slight, lilting accent,
admiring the way her full lips widened when she smiled, but the audacity of
her question made him burst out into laughter.  "Is that a clever way of
asking if I'm married?  The simple answer is I'm divorced." He wondered why
she would ask that of him and looked at her through narrowed eyes.  "What
about you?"

   "Nope." She paused, then blushed when he stared at her, unsure about her
enigmatic answer.  "No, I'm not divorced," she explained, then gave him
what he would learn was her trademark grin.  "And no, my wife isn't here
either."

   It turned out Cheyenne was the Wine and Spirits manager for The
Breakers, a new upscale hotel located not 100 yards away, catering to
clientele who frequented the swankier establishments Blue Bay had to offer.
After a few more minutes of small talk, when she explained she had to be
back at work in expectation of a morning delivery, he invited her to stop
by Chubby Chunks, a small, friendly local bar that he stopped at on a near
nightly basis.  She said she just might do that once she'd gotten over the
hectic schedule of opening week.  That dazzling smile bid him farewell and,
watching her walk away with that easy, relaxed saunter of hers, the slinky
contours of her enticingly-shaped rump wiggling with every smooth step,
Cameron felt two potent reactions in his body ~~ a flush of heat surged
through his face and his cock instantly swelled to its full proportions and
throbbed with all the insistence of a vicious toothache.

   `I am in big trouble,' he mused.

   In truth, Cameron knew it was highly unlikely he'd ever see the alluring
beauty again, and would have treasured the memory regardless, but he looked
for Cheyenne at the bar that night.  He'd forgotten Sunday was half-price
night and the place was hopping, so he didn't know if he would have been
able to see her if she had been there at all.  And though he jogged the
same route for the next few days, he didn't run into her again.  He stopped
actively looking for her after a week, but he still couldn't get her off of
his mind, replaying their brief encounter over and over, even enjoying one
of the most erotic dreams he'd had in many years.  So his pleasure was
doubled when she walked through Chubby Chunks' doors on a slow Wednesday
evening.

   By the time Cameron approached Cheyenne, she had already taken a seat at
the bar and ordered a rum and coke.  Her vibrant hair fell in thick waves
to the center of her slim back, and she was wearing a prim white blouse and
a fashionably-cut black skirt.  He laid his hand on her shoulder, and she
beamed as she turned around.  "I knew it was you," she said in her
mellifluous alto.

   "And how did you know that?" He signaled to one of the attentive
bartender for a fresh bottle of Bully Frog beer.

   She shrugged, her kittenish pink tongue darting out to moisten her
burgundy-hued lips.  "Let's just say I had a feeling," she breathed, the
undertones deliciously stimulating.

   Cameron led Cheyenne to his favorite corner booth with a picturesque
view of the bay, the gusty breezes that had picked up in the afternoon heat
leading the sapphire waters to be full of sloops and yachts with their
sails at full mast.  It was an elegantly romantic night, with the zephyrs
swirling her hair about her shoulders and teasing the silky fabric of her
outfit about her curves.  The bantering conversation was light and playful,
discovering over their meal of spicy crab legs and tasty key lime pie many
commonalities and genuinely enjoying their differences.  It was one of
those rare dates that held a little of everything, the kind you hope will
never end.  In fact, Cameron asked her if she would like to dance, was
thrilled when she said she'd love to, but both were astonished when the
waiter came up and said the place was closing, being as it was after 1 am.
The young couple were equally shocked, so caught up in their discussion
that they failed to notice the night had slipped away.  They had talked for
hours, but he felt as if they had left the most important things unspoken.

   After he settled the tab and left the tip, turning down her polite offer
to pay her fair share, Cheyenne turned to Cameron, thanked him for the
conversation, then leaned over to kiss him.  It was a small, quick kiss,
reminiscent of so many date-ending perfunctory kisses, but somehow this one
teasingly hinted of fiery heat and torrid passions roiling just beneath the
seemingly-chaste surface.  It very nearly took Cameron's breath away.  When
he recovered, he found a deep blush crimsoning Cheyenne's cherubic cheeks.
She was intently gazing at him with half-closed eyes, those luminous orbs
seeming to penetrate his innermost thoughts, from his wildest dreams to his
darkest desires.  He felt naked, vulnerable before her but she flashed a
shy, knowing smile just before she turned and sashayed out the door.

   Over the next few weeks, Cameron and Cheyenne began dating, doing what
most couples do ~~ going out to dinner, seeing movies, stuff like that, any
excuse he could find to spend time with this intriguing woman.  He learned
that her parents had split up when she was four and at first she had grown
up in one of the small rural towns outside of Blue Bay that were nestled up
against the vast expanse of cypress and mangrove swamps known as The Fens.
Cameron only knew of this area for its notoriety for being poor, `white
trash' being the common descriptive, but Cheyenne recounted it as an
idyllic upbringing, living and playing in and around nature, spending
almost every waking minute of her childhood in the untamed wilderness. 
That appreciation for nature only grew when she moved to be with her
father's people onto the Wixanachee Reservation, and she took great pride
in her ability to identify almost every bit of flora and fauna native to
the area and every birdcall that is indigenous to North America.

   It was about a month into the relationship that Cheyenne first invited
Cameron to her home, a charmingly rustic cabin tucked in a particularly
secluded area of woods, yet only 15 miles from the crowded shoreline where
she worked at The Breakers.  Cameron, whose condo was decorated in the
spartan style that he'd become accustomed to, favoring an austere Modernist
style, was taken aback by all the clutter scattered about her home.  There
were a vast array of Native American artifacts, nearly all of which seemed
to be adorned with gaudily-hued feathers or embroidered with
near-kaleidoscopic colored beads, as well as endless images of birds in
flight or fawns grazing in meadows.  And when the time came later that
night for them to be intimate, they christened their relationship in an
old-fashioned four-poster bed strewn with luxuriously soft rabbit and fox
furs.  They expressed physically the profound emotions they'd been feeling
since the first moment they laid eyes on each other, exploring every inch
in alternating bouts of ferocious desires and tender moments that memorable
night and marveling at each other's luminescent natural beauty.

   Over the next few months, Cameron and Cheyenne dated exclusively and
though things were going well on all fronts, he could sense there was
something missing, at least for her.  He waited patiently for her to tell
him in her own time, but figured it wouldn't hurt to urge her on a little
bit.  He mentioned that he was going to be taking some time off in August,
when the searing dog days of summer dried up the tourist boating trade and
the fishermen took time off before focusing in on tuna and albacore during
the early fall.  "Is there anywhere special you'd like to go?"

   "I want to go camping in The Sawtooth."

   The Sawtooth Natural Preserves, named for the large number of
Sabre-Tooth Tiger skeletons discovered in the early 1800s, is one of the
Blue Bay region's distinctive natural features.  The Majestic Hills and
Barrington Hills, the twin hilly areas respectively north and south of the
harbor, are in fact part of the Rocky Tops, a truly ancient mountain range
weathered down by eons of time and the endless erosion of the Gulf.  The
tropical climate, the attrition of the mountains over the centuries as well
as a geologic event some 4,000 years ago have led to a unique situation of
these great hills looming over dense palmetto swamps.  Naturalists from all
over the world came to study the only example phenomenon in North America,
but most Blue Bay residents considered them just another part of The Fens
and thus only worthy of swampers, bikers and other lowlife.

   Cameron had no problem with the idea of camping out.  While he was no
Jeremiah Johnson, he was perfectly capable of spending a few nights in a
tent and a sleeping bag, especially snuggled up with a sexy lady like
Cheyenne.  "I guess I better get the Grizzly in for a tune up then," he
replied, referring to his SUV.

   "Nuh-uh," Cheyenne contradicted, waggling her finger chastisingly at
him. "We're taking the bikes."

   When it comes to bicycling, there are casual riders, there are
enthusiasts, and then, as Cameron had come to learn, there was Cheyenne, a
cycling fanatic.  Not only did she love bicycling as a sport, she also was
into her bike as a practical matter, using it whenever possible to go where
she wants to go.  Every day, except during the most torrential
thunderstorms, she pedaled to and from the Breakers, timing the
fifteen-mile one-way-trek in less than 35 minutes.  Every other weekend,
rain or shine, she goes with a group of other cyclists for a century, a
100-mile trip about the countryside, leaving early in the morning and
returning hours later, beaming and covered in sweat.

   Now don't misunderstand; Cheyenne was not a fitness fiend.  It's just
bicycling and nature that she loves, and all that riding and hiking had
given her lovely body a beautifully toned and supple shapeliness ~~
particularly her crescent-curved hips, willowy legs and uptilted ass.  She
turns heads wherever she and Cameron go.  The more time he spent with her,
the more he realized that while every man thinks his girlfriend is hot, his
really was.  With her uninhibited manner to go along with her striking
beauty and bicycling-sculpted body, she was truly amazing.  He'd come to
really appreciate her cute little butt, which had to be the most delectable
rear end he had ever had the pleasure to behold ~~ or to fuck.  You see,
the only thing Cheyenne liked riding more than her bike was riding
Cameron's beefy cock and he'd learned that while she was always a horny
lass in the sheets, she became a wanton hellion whenever he was pumping
deep into her ever-eager ass.

   While Cameron had certainly sampled the benefits of Cheyenne's love of
bicycling over the course of their relationship, he quickly realized the
daunting challenge involved.  Sawtooth was nearly 40 miles away, and
knowing her, they would doubtlessly end up pedaling to the summit of Cutty
Peak, the pine-forested crest of the mountain 7,000 feet above sea level.
While he admired her dedication to the rigorous sport and her equal
interest in the natural beauty they would be passing through, he freely
admitted that he was nowhere near the cycling devotee she was.  Still,
though filled with understandable trepidation, he agreed and was blessed
with one of Cheyenne's signature mischievous grins, promising this was one
vacation he would never forget.

   On the Friday that marked the start of their vacation, they planned on
starting the ride at sunrise, which meant they had to wake up well before
dawn.  Cheyenne was wide-awake and excited as they ate a high-protein diet,
but all Cameron felt like was collapsing back into bed.  He was not a
morning person.  As they cleared their plates, he found himself expressing
his misgivings.  "I'm not sure about this," he said, giving an exaggerated
yawn.  "My bike's pretty old..."

   Cameron wasn't really going to back out and Cheyenne knew it from the
bike comment, having purchased the high-end hybrid only a few months prior
so he could join her on some of her shorter excursions, but she playfully
pretended he needed persuasive encouragement.  "Don't get cold feet now,"
she wheedled, sidling up to him with her bright, enthusiastic eyes.  Her
tank top and spandex bike shorts looked like they were painted onto her
tight, luscious body.  "I want you to be with me, Cameron," she murmured as
she drew on her oversized shirt and sweatpants.  "It wouldn't be as much
fun without you."

   "I don't know," he persisted as he drew on his own athletic wear, the
dawn air remarkably chill, playing along with her little game.  "Maybe I
could follow along in the Grizzly or, better yet, just wait for you here
... in bed!"

   "You could do that," Cheyenne purred coyly, her hands playing
flirtatiously along his broad shoulders, her face turned up, eyes flashing
in that naughty twinkle of hers.  "But if you do, you'll miss out on all
the fun.  Private fun."

   Cameron was still pondering exactly what his naughty girlfriend meant by
her provocative statement as they left her little cabin and set off down
the road.  Carrying only a backpack she had carefully packed earlier
apiece, the couple cycled into the misty, crimson-hued daybreak.  The air
was still exhilaratingly cool and they made good time pedaling along the
backroads route Cheyenne had chosen, enjoying the sights and sounds and
smells of the passing countryside.  The fresh morning air filled their
lungs as they set a steady pace, their breathing quiet in the stillness. 
Cameron felt vigorous and alive, his blood pumping, his muscles strong,
energized by the bucolic beauty he was witnessing.  It seemed that every
mile or so there was an overlook that allowed breathtaking views of
pastoral splendor.

   After about two hours of biking, Cameron noticing the roads were rising
on a modest but steady incline, Cheyenne suggested they pull of the road
into a semi-secluded nook.  The radiant tropical sun had begun to pierce
its way through the relatively cool morning air, warming things up
considerably.  This and the physical exertion had both of them sweating
profusely, so they needed to take a short break, as much to take off their
outer layer of clothing and rehyrdrate as it was to catch their breath.

   While Cameron was repacking his sweatshirt and workout pants into his
backpack, Cheyenne peeled off her t-shirt, revealing once more that skimpy
tank top that clung to her slinky upper torso.  She was drenched with
sweat, the t-shirt having done little to wick away her free-flowing
perspiration.  Her pudgy nipples sprang to attention, blatantly straining
against the stretchy material of her top, and her exposed skin burst into
goose bumps.  She shimmied out of her sweatpants slowly, taking her time,
then stretching her long legs.

   Her back to him, Cheyenne spent far more time than Cameron thought
necessary to adjust her bike shorts.  She ran her shapely hands tauntingly
over the tapering ebbs and flows of her curvaceous ass and tugged at the
flimsy spandex, straightening it out.  She then hooked her thumbs through
the elastic at her taut stomach and circled her waspish waist, making sure
that everything was just so.  For a brief moment he thought she was going
to draw them down and expose her fine, firm fanny to him, but no such luck.
As far as he could tell, she was out to give him a good show, knowing just
how much he adored her perfect derriere, flaunting her feminine allure
while maintaining an alluringly innocent guise.  Obviously, she was aware
of what her impromptu striptease would do to him, his previously slumbering
penis suddenly throbbing with an urgent desire.

   Much to his chagrin, Cheyenne abruptly stopped her flirtatious teasing,
hefted her backpack over her shoulders and hopped on her bike.  Cameron
followed, laboring to pedal alongside his athletic girlfriend as they rode
deeper and deeper into the forested countryside, tall pines swaying gently
in the breeze.  The last leg took only an hour but the gradient grew
steadily steeper and he gained a new respect for his lady's physical and
mental toughness.  By the time they reached the gated entrance to the park,
the noonday sun burning swelteringly hot in the sky, his thighs were
burning and his lungs ached, but he felt a sense of exhilaration having
reached their destination.

   As she locked her bicycle to a rusty iron bike rack, Cheyenne explained
they had a few miles or so to hike to their campsite as no vehicles of any
kind were allowed in this portion of the park.  Cameron shouldered the
heavier of the two backpacks that she had stuffed with provisions and
followed her as she ambled nimbly down an embankment, skipping adroitly
through dense brush and thorny bramble.  It was a fairly steep decline, and
it took him a moment to adjust to the extra cumbersome weight strapped to
his back.  He didn't tumble headfirst, though, somehow managing to stay
upright.  Eventually they hit a natural path, and he followed Cheyenne as
she hiked down it.  The remainder of the descent was relatively easy, made
all the more pleasant by the charming view of her toned and tanned legs. 
There were also the fascinating sights, mysterious sounds and unique scents
of the forest around him.  They had only been hiking fifteen minutes and he
felt like he had broken free of the trappings of civilization and was now
into the wild.

   The trail they followed, Cheyenne explained, used to be an old logging
lane, abandoned by timber companies in the 1930s when the federal
government had declared The Fens a protected wilderness, and no longer in
use except by occasional thrillseekers like themselves.  As they rambled up
the pine-and-palmetto hillsides, down through lushly verdant valley glades,
around rocky spires and through dells run riot with sweetly scented
flowers, Cameron began to understand what Cheyenne meant when she said she
got a natural high from being in the Sawtooth.  It was the perfect
combination of soul-stirring exhilaration and Zen-like serenity; there was
nothing else like it.  He even enjoyed the immense solitude ~~ in all that
time, they only saw two people, an attractive couple in their fifties,
birdwatchers, judging by the high-resolution binoculars they had slung
about their necks, who passed wordlessly by with friendly smiles on their
faces.  The trip was an entirely new experience and Cameron already knew it
would especially memorable.

   After a ninety minute trek, Cheyenne announced with a flourish that they
had reached their campsite.  She had told him that rules where people can
camp in the Sawtooth are pretty stringent and a regulation permit is
necessary, but she had called ahead and taken care of all that.  They
pitched their tent, which was really nothing more than an oblong cube made
of sturdy nylon, then made a quick cold lunch, Cameron happy to discover a
fire pit in a small grove of trees several yards away that meant a hot meal
later on.  As they picnicked on chewy granola bars and munched on crisp
apples, a rustle in the brush made them turn and they saw a glassy eyed doe
and her spotted fawn emerge.  The mother whitetail deer stared intently at
the couple before leading her wobbly-legged offspring to the lush grasses
of the nearby field, the pair grazing for several minutes before leisurely
traipsing into the other side of the forest.

   The afternoon was starting to get hazy when, leaving their backpacks
behind, Cheyenne led Cameron onto the game trail the deer had followed,
explaining she had hiked down here before as they wandered deeper and
deeper into the dense undergrowth.  When he pressed her on their final
destination, she explained they were headed for Naked Creek.  When he
giggled, she shot him a look, not one of disapproval at his boorish
immaturity, but more a `you don't know what's in store for you, buster'
look.  Within fifteen minutes, he heard the sounds of bubbling water, and
after pushing through a particularly tangled thicket, there it was.  The
trail skirted a magnificent clearing, dominated by the so-called Naked
Creek.  Cameron had expected the proverbial babbling brook but this was
fairly substantial for a creek, more like a shallow stream emanating from a
swimming hole at the bottom of a small, intimate waterfall.  The creek, a
gorgeous brook in the beaming sunlight, mist rising up in the sultry
tropical heat, in the meandered about for many hundred yards and he could
see in the distance that it joined with a much larger and wilder raging
river.  But here the creek was slow and peaceful and in one place, just
past the rocks before the hillside gave way to forest, there was a
luxuriant meadow, the zephyring wind creating waves in the straw-colored
grass, the susurrating whisper a seductive invitation to stay and play.

   While Cameron had been admiring the scenic beauty laid out before him,
he suddenly noticed Cheyenne had started walking into the lush prairie.  As
he watched his girlfriend's reactions to the natural beauty of their
surroundings, the long-legged beauty traipsing around making patterns
underfoot, the fiery red highlights in her long lustrous chestnut-hued hair
in the dazzling sunshine, he began to want her more and more.  Surprised by
the sudden carnality of his thoughts, he hurried after her, noticing the
long grass quickly rebounded, obscuring their passage.  When they reached
what was more or less the center of the grassy expanse, it felt like they
had the whole world to themselves.  All was quiet save for the whispering
breeze rustling through the thick grass and the forest beyond and the
never-ending rush of the gushing water providing natural romantic music.

   A few moments later, Cameron heard Cheyenne call out his name.  He
turned around and was startled to see her tossing her cellular phone to him
while she leaned against the rugged trunk of a large cottonwood.  "Take my
picture," she said as he caught the device in mid-air.  He was struggling
to remember how to use the camera option on her cell when she crossed her
arms, grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it over her head to
reveal a surprise.

   "A camouflage bra?" he said, laughing merrily at the sight of her
military-style top.  "Do the panties match?"

   She flashed him a wicked grin then, with complete unconcern, unfastened
the Velcro snap then peeled off her sweat-soaked bike shorts, pushing them
down her long, lean legs and dropping them into the grass.  Sure enough,
her bikinis matched: both were khaki camo trimmed in matching lace. 
Cameron had always been a guy who favored naked skin over frilly lingerie,
but he'd be lying if he didn't admit that the unique combination of the
masculine camouflage pattern on the daintily feminine undies made him
achingly aroused.

   "Take my picture," Cheyenne repeated, her bright eyes flashing with
unbridled excitement.  "Take my picture with all this." She spread her arms
wide, making the plush swells of her supple breasts rise beautifully. 
While she may have not been a swimsuit model, Cameron was struck once more
by just how long and sleek her legs were, the dramatic curve of her narrow
waist made all the more appetizing by the delightfully vulnerable softness
at her silken tummy.  She pirouetted to kick off her cross-trainers with
her toes, the vision of the tight globes of her sexy ass wiggling beneath
the delicate cotton incredibly alluring.  But when she bent over to tug off
her socks, the snug-fitting fabric, noticeably moist along the seam, clung
provocatively to her most intimate flesh and he groaned aloud at the sexy
slice of juicy pussy that was half revealed to him.

   When Cheyenne abruptly stood up, hiding that which was most desirable
from his vision, Cameron swallowed hard, trying to get his own seething
horniness under control, his erecting penis pounding relentlessly.  He
started taking photos from different angles, drinking in the luscious sight
of her.  In each picture he was able to include some of the agrestic
splendor in the background, be it the rolling meadow or the burbling
stream, but it was Cheyenne's unabashedly aroused expression that caught
his eye and became the focus of every shot.  The uninhibited eroticism of
her refined body and the way she moved so elegantly across the rustic
landscape, bending over and stretching suggestively, made his restless
penis grow thick and heavy in his shorts.  She offered him many different
poses, embracing the gnarled tree trunk in one, arching her back and
looking skyward in another, lounging on the leaf-strewn ground for a third,
her legs splayed, the panties gusset both concealing and flaunting the
fleshy folds of her scrumptious sex, hinting at the sultry wetness within.
Ever the wanton sensualist, Cheyenne knew just how to arouse her man.

   Cameron found his hand instinctively adjusting himself to relieve some
of the pressure throbbing in his straining jeans, knew he was not that
terribly far from spurting, when he caught Cheyenne playfully eyeing him.
She giggled, the girlish sound sending a galvanic thrill through him.  She
had the prettiest laugh, and when she was being naughty, it took on a
downright mischievous tone.  It was that mellifluous giggle that sounded
through his ears when she shrugged out of her top, exposing her gorgeous
breasts to the sun, the buoyant orbs capped with noticeably plumpened
nipples.  Then she shimmied out of her panties in a swift motion and she
was stripped completely nude, flaunting her incredibly fine body for the
world to see, even though there were only the birds and the trees and her
goggle-eyed boyfriend.

   Despite their solitude, Cameron's city-bred modesty got the best of him.
"Cheyenne," he asked, looking around, convinced that a park ranger would
pop out of the brush at any moment and nab them in flagrante delicto.  "Are
you sure it's okay to run around here naked?"

   Cheyenne saucily grinned at him as she wandered out of the rolling
meadow then began skipping along the shallow edges of the stream towards
the deeper pool by the sparkling waterfall.  "Sure it is, Cameron," she
laughed merrily.  "Nobody ever comes back here during the week.  Who are
you expecting anyways, a preacher?" With that, she quickly dove into the
swirling water and emerged again with a splash, smoothing her hair back,
the water sluicing off the silky curves of her naked body.  "Oooh, it's
cold, " she laughed, kicking and splashing the water with her long, slender
feet.  "Very refreshing.  " She paused, looking intently at her man, still
standing on the bank.  "What's the matter, baby, you've never skinny-dipped
before?"

   Cameron had to stop and think, and the answer was no.  Incredibly, he
had never been naked and outside at the same time, other than outdoor
showers at Camp Minnehaha.  He also suddenly remembered that Cheyenne came
from stock of uncomplicated country folk who viewed swimming naked in a
mountain stream as just something a person does on a hot day, like sweating
and drinking ice tea.  He shouldn't have been surprised by his unrepressed
girlfriend turning into a delightful wood nymph in this secluded Eden, as
naked and as free as the day she was born.  It was like they had stepped
into a fantasy world with the soft sultry breeze carrying the scent of
honeysuckle and pine and the soothingly melodic sound of the gentle
mountain stream as it flowed down over the slick rocks.  Outdoor sex had
never intrigued him before, but watching her frolic in this bucolic
wonderland made him change his mind, was ready to redress some previous
wrongs.

   Cheyenne watched Cameron as he quickly joined her in her nudity, her
mouth going dry as she watched his toned muscles bunch and ripple.  He was
watching her from under lowered lids, a roguish grin curving those
wonderfully firm lips.  `He'd make a great Playgirl centerfold,' she
thought when his boxers pooled around his ankles, his masculine shaft,
heavy, jutting, glistening in the brilliant sunlight.  Shadows of the
nearby trees crossed over him, made him look mysterious, dangerous, exotic,
like a mystic king enticing an innocent virgin to sacrifice her purity to
please him.  She shuddered at the thought, and then smirked.  She was the
farthest thing from virginal but she wasn't immune to his seduction.  He
was too damn enticing to resist.

   When Cameron dove after Cheyenne, he found himself immersed in a unique
sensation, one that was totally invigorating.  The combination of the
swirling summer breeze, the radiant warmth of the blazing sun overhead and
the stinging coolness of the icy water born in a deep mountain stream was a
recipe for sexual reawakening.  After getting accustomed to the water, he
swam over to the more shallow area, wading with the water at his waist, the
silty bottom squishing between his toes.  He could feel goosebumps
sprouting all over his skin, and though he had expected his rampant
erection to soften and snuggle closer to his body for warmth, instead his
hefty cock remained jutting out boldly as he spied his sexy lover scaling
the rocks beside the picturesque waterfall on the other side of the pool.
The sight of her slickly wet nakedness surrounded by all that falling
silver water sent a glittering spark of heat surging through him, his body
swaying with the raw impact of his lusty desire for her.  She was a regular
little woodlands elf.

   Cameron stood waist deep in the deeper part of the water as he caught
her gaze again.  "You look incredible standing there like that." He was not
all that surprised his voice had lowered to an earthy growl.  "An
incredibly sexy little pixie.  A whole lotta heat in a tight little
package. Mmm, so hot.  C'mere, I need to touch you."

   "Again?" she teased, playfully splashing water on him.

   He eyed her a moment and began walking toward her, his erection bobbing.
"And again, and again..."

   By the time Cameron had made his way up the slick, moss-covered face of
the rocks, Cheyenne was crouching in the brilliant sunlight on a ledge of
sun-warmed rock about halfway up the thirty-foot falls.  She smiled at him
when he made his clumsy way to her side.  When she smiled, he saw in her
big luminous eyes a flash of unfettered wildness that he had never seen in
her lovely face in the city.  It spoke of pure female eroticism and
sensuality that was an inherent part of her as naturally as the salmon in
the pool below them were part of the stream.

   Cheyenne's tousled hair was pulled back from her angelically beautiful
face, and it fell in wet strands over her delicately rounded shoulders and
slim arms as she crouched like a stalking lioness on the warm stone.  Her
cantaloupe-sized breasts rose and fell as she recovered her breath.  Her
naturally chubby nipples were knotted by the chilly water and a clear
droplet of crystalline purity hung from the tip of each one.  Cameron
couldn't resist the temptation to lean over and kiss her, but she artfully
dodged his pass.

   "Do you love me, Cameron?" she asked in her deepest drawl, her soulful
eyes shimmering with impassioned emotion.

   Looking at her, Cameron realized this natural landscape, without
artificial illusion or compromise, brought out the truth in him, and the
truth was he was more in love with her than he'd ever been.  "Of course,
baby," he breathed.

   "Well, then, prove it," she said simply.

   "Prove it?" he sputtered, taken aback by the frankness of her unexpected
response.  "How am I supposed to do that?"

   "Easy," she replied, eyes twinkling once more.  "This waterfall is known
as Lover's Leap.  Folks around here claim that if two people really love
each other, they jump off Lover's Leap together.  If they stay together,
they love each other, but if they comer apart when they hit water, it's not
true love.  So, let's leap, lover, and find out..."

   Cameron gazed doubtfully at the jagged rocks jutting from the cliff
walls as well as the three-story fall.  "Cheyenne, we could kill
ourselves..." he said lamely.

   "Well, if you don't want to..."

   Without speaking, Cameron stood up on unsteady legs and began clambering
up towards the top.  Cheyenne followed close behind, and when they reached
the summit, they walked hand in hand to the edge of the stony ledge.  He
looked about, saw the golden sunshine painting the magnificent rugged
mountain and lush forest landscapes wherever he looked.  Turning towards
his girlfriend, he took her into his arms, and the pair gazed down onto the
water below.  As he sensed the growing intimacy of their embrace, his
penis, which had flagged due to the chill temperature of the water, began
stirring restlessly against the warmth of her tummy, and he was equally
aware of her swollen nipples scraping against the hardness of his torso, he
came to the inescapable conclusion that there was a direct correlation
between that pure mountain stream and the adventurous lovers, an exciting
sexual energy, invigorating and wet.

   Later on, neither Cameron nor Cheyenne could recall who whispered "One,
two, three,", remembered not the plummeting fall itself.  What he did
remember was the shocking impact of the splashdown and holding tight to his
beloved through it all.  Still clinging tightly, they bobbed to the surface
and made their way back toward the waterfall, the brisk clear water rushing
about them faster and faster.  The two were cozying up together as they
gingerly stepped over the rocks, moving closer to the shore where the water
wasn't so deep.  She turned to him, her emotional eyes turbulent, her sleek
body tense, her pouty lips arcing into a sinful smile as she gazed
longingly at his flaccid cock.

   "I don't think anything is going to happen in this water," she murmured
musingly .  "But i do know of a place." Taking her man by the hand, she led
him towards an overhang of rock that jutted out from the granite cliff
beside the noisy waterfall.  Cameron had no idea what she was up to, but to
his utter amazement, he found the rocky shelf led behind the veil of
falling water.  It was incredible.  They were surrounded on all sides by
immovable stone and crashing water, yet they could still breathe.  The
echoing sound of the waterfall thundered through the tiny space, and he had
to yell to be heard.  "Proof enough?" he bellowed triumphantly.

   Cheyenne didn't answer, but instead reached up with one slender arm and
loped a hand onto his broad shoulders.  Her intimate touch, even one as
innocent as that, heated his blood, the feel of her other hand moving down
over his hip and up again making his breath hitch.  She was staring
admiringly at his bare chest, and when he lifted her chin to tilt her face
up to his to allow him to meet her gaze, in her glittering eyes he saw the
distinctive twinkle she gets whenever she's feeling especially horny.  He
suddenly craved the sight of her, the touch of her, the taste of her,
wanted to know pleasure and give her pleasure in return.  Those
soul-stirring emotions and desires swirled in his stomach but before he
could say anything, she leaned forward, went up on tiptoes, rose her other
hand to wrap both arms around his neck and brought her pillowy lips to his.

   That was all it took, the spark that lit the flashfire between the two
lovers.  There was nothing timid about her approach or her desires, her
mouth closing hungrily over his, her petite tongue boldly stroking the
tender inside of his lips as the kiss deepened.  It was a long and sensuous
kiss, sirenically soft and cloyingly sweet, and it promised much, much
more. Her supple body began melting into his as she glossed her kittenish
tongue along his teeth before swirling deliciously inside his mouth.  He
had been chilled so long that her warm tongue almost burned him, igniting
the delicious heat that flared in his loins and spread through his body
like a forestfire.  He wanted to taste every inch of the volutuously naked
body that was pressed against him, the mere thought of all the things he
could do with ~~ and to ~~ her in this secret cave making him intensely
aroused.  He pulled her even closer, hands holding her tight against him,
kneading the plush globes of her ass, feeling her pudgy nipples harden
against his chest as he moved his hard thighs between her long legs, making
the blood rush to his surging cock swelling against her tremulous thigh.

   Cheyenne moaned against Cameron's voracious mouth, threading her fingers
fondly through his dense hair as he took control, kissing her hard with
demanding lips, his sinuous tongue eager to taste and savor.  Tilting his
head, he devoured her sweet mouth, licking then delving past her plump
lips, her smooth teeth, to stroke the delicate interior.  He sipped at her
tongue, nibbled at her lips as he stalked her, pressing her gently but
firmly back until he had wedged her between the rough cool stone and the
searing heat of his solid body.  She continued to kiss him back, her
flicking tongue insinuating itself between his teeth and snaking into his
mouth, her body instinctively reacting.

   The moment was one of the most passionate kisses Cameron and Cheyenne
had ever shared and it only seemed to be getting better.  While he probed
her mouth with his tongue, moving it in and out, then directing the tip to
the sensitive inner side of her lips, he could her body was vibrating with
unspoken need.  Her jutting nipples had begun abrading against his muscular
chest, her lower body was writhing, balancing on one leg to allow those
curvaceous hips to rotate wantonly against the ballooning length of his
mounting erection.  The provocative way she moved against him, pressing the
silky softness of her loins against his swelling hardness, allowed him to
feel the throbbing wet heat that seemed to osmotically spread into his own
nerve ends, singing a sybaritic hymn of voluptuous possibilities.

   Cheyenne continued to suckle thirstily on Cameron's lips and tongue, her
primal body language tell him what she wanted, what she needed.  He leaned
away from her needy body, but only enough to nibble tiny kisses along her
refined jaw line, her pierced earlobe, her delicate neck while he
affectionately touched her face, lovingly caressed the rounded sides of her
breasts.  With urgent determination, now, he began kneading the
satin-smooth hemispheres of her creamy breasts, feeling the pebble-hardness
of her nipples abrading his palms, Looking downward, he gazed admiringly at
the coral tipped nubbins standing out firm in their puckered areolas of a
darker, deep-hued shade.  They felt as though they were swelling, filling
his squeezing hands with her heated flesh.  When he began tenderly
massaging her jutting nipples with his thumbs, making soft, slow circles
about and over the straining nubs, tauntingly scraping a fingernail over
the tender flesh, she arched her back to thrust her bobbling breast toward
his tantalizing touch.

   Feeling Cheyenne's luxuriant softness wasn't enough ~~ he wanted them in
his mouth so Cameron leaned over and lovingly licked the cushiony fullness
of his beloved's buoyant breasts, drawing his swirling tongue along her
silkiness before arriving at the darkness of her halos, finally focusing
upon her shamelessly swollen nipple.  He captured the hard little nub in
his heated mouth, greedily sucking up the entire aureole to playfully tease
and sensuously lave with his whirring tongue, while his sensuous hands
smoothed over the sphere's surface, titillatingly massaging with his
skilled fingers, the smooth texture of them like fine satin under his
sensuous fingers.  Likewise, after a few moments, her nipple's twin
received equally devoted attention, but now he nipped, lightly, with a
careful chewing motion, using his teeth to stretch and pull the fleshy bud
outward and side to side.

   Cameron continued to suckle hungrily on his girlfriend's sumptuous
breasts, his lips on her nipples formed a tight circle as he began to blow
in and out, rhythmically, the erect fleshiness of the nubbin moving in and
out of his gorging mouth almost like a tiny phallus.  He crushed himself
even closer as his worshipful mouth and flicking tongue paid homage to the
feminine magnificence of her sweet breasts, the translucent skin aglow with
tiny droplets of perspiration.  The first beginnings of a gentle reddening
flush had begun spreading with a soft, effulgent luster over the satiny
smoothness of her immaculate skin and he sensed she had already begun to
instinctually clamp her legs together to intensify the pleasures she was
relishing.  With his face pressed into the ultimate creaminess of her
cushiony bosom, he could hear her heart drumming a savage tattoo of
primitive need, could scent the exotic perfume of her mounting lust...

   Cameron suddenly felt her fingers thread possessively through his hair
and she began to writhe in his encircling arms, her hips beginning to
undulate scribing concentric circles against him, the muscles of her pelvis
visibly moving to the ancient beat.  He gazed up and was astonished to see
her with her seraphic features prettily flushed, her tawny hair wildly
mussed, her effusive eyes glazed with unreserved lust, her lips pursed and
probably emitting moans of debauched need, looking for all the world like
some kind of erotic fantasy come to life.  Seeing Cheyenne so incredibly
uninhibited, the call of the wild making her so deliciously promiscuous,
generated a mirroring response in his own loins, electric sensations
multiplying by the moment to careen, cavortingly, chasing each other in
wave after rolling wave of luscious, melding sensuality.  A bellows
blustered across the sparking passion within him, fanning the flames of
lusty desire, their searing tendrils consuming his manhood, making his
fully-engorged cock throb in near-anguish.  It was almost too much for him,
and he knew that it was time ...

   Cameron began to explore Cheyenne with his roaming hands, exploring the
vertebrae marching down her back, the ridges of her ribcage curving softly
and, below, the nipping curve of her tapering waist.  She squirmed as his
fingers moved lower, slowly, loving the vulnerable feel of her tummy, her
dainty navel, trying to flood her senses with every erotic touch.  He
trailed his fingers lower, gliding along the flare of her crescent-curved
hips.  He indulged in a quick feel of her globoid buttocks, liking the way
she sassily waggled that delectable ass, before moving to the fullness of
her legs, back up the inside of her thigh, to the delta of her sex where he
gently, lightly, teased the ultra sensitive skin.  When she lifted to his
intimate touch, her thighs falling open of their own accord, giving him
easier access to the flesh he now cupped in his hand, he knew she was going
up in flames.

   Cameron moved his hand to the tightly-trimmed curls covering her mound
before sliding over the pouting lips of her sex, feeling the sultry heat
emanating from inside her.  Knowing his first touch would be excruciatingly
sensitive, unbearably pleasurable, he was feather-light as he moved his
fingers over her sopping groove, already seeping like an underground
spring, drawing her nectarous juices over her swelling flesh.  He cupped
the bee-stung vulval lips as he began probing between her honey-slickened
folds, discovering the inner petals were already open, liquid heat
drenching the sensitive flesh.  Her nymphomaniacal cunny was hungry once
more, waiting impatiently to be filled with him.  Only he could feel her
raw need for him, her craving for every hard inch of his big cock burrowing
inside her slick, hot cunny.

   Cameron looked upwards, saw Cheyenne licking her parched lips, desperate
for his kiss.  He denied her, simply kept strumming his fingers against her
wet, inner labia, teasing her, deliberately, knowingly.  He watched her
breathe in roughly as he abruptly splayed open her juicy pinkness and
pressed deep inside her, amazed by the way her greedy wetness slurped him
inside.  She shuddered her blissful reaction, her pussy rippling upon the
welcome intruder in joyful clutches.  His stirred within her gooey heat for
a moment, pulled back, then driving forcibly inside her once again.  The
roaring of the waterfall may have swallowed the scream that escaped her
throat but it could do nothing to the jubilant pleasure that ripped through
her body.  When he added a second finger to churn within her, looking to
generate electric.  Her delicate cunny spasmed around the two broad
fingers, the hard caress that stretched her driving her ever closer to the
brink of climax.

   Cheyenne was looking upon Cameron, her lovely face contorted with
desperation, when he rose to kiss her, his lips moving over her tempting
mouth, his tongue stroking hers even as he greedily fought to draw more of
her incredible taste into his own mouth, his own senses.  He tasted a burst
of sweet spice, a summer rainstorm, a fiery shock of need that completely
overwhelmed him.  Wanting more, his omnivorous mouth muted her shameless
cries as his sinuous tongue moved inside her mouth, mimicking the way his
driving fingers ravished her drenched pussy.  But she gave as good as she
got, her pouty lips closing over his tongue and sucking shamelessly on the
slithering organ.  She even lithely wrapped a leg around his hip to draw
him closer before abruptly seizing the straining stalk of his bulging cock.
When she squeezed the hefty rod, a fiery surge of iridescent pleasure
cartwheeled through his aching body and he could not control the sound that
was guttural and raw that escaped his throat nor his hands that began
roughly plundering her succulent cunny.

   Cameron knew Cheyenne was being consumed with the raging fire of her
lust.  Her kissing lips, swirling tongue, clutching hands and humping
crotch were one blur of motion as her breathing harshened into discordant
pants.  He dragged her closer, crushing the satiny mounds of her breasts to
his brawny chest, tilting his head to deepen the demanding possession of
her sweet mouth, mauling her insatiable pussy with three bunched together
fingers squelching in and out of her dripping cunny.  The distinctive
sounds of moist thrusts and her strangled moans mixed with his hard groans
rose above the thunderous roar of the waterfall, echoing around the cave in
a heady symphony of nature's unbridled power.  When he angled his thumb up
to the exposed pearl of her clitoris, lashing mercilessly against the nexus
of her sexual need, she cried out her tumultuous rapture, violent spasms
racking through her naked limbs as the maelstrom of her orgasm raged
through her.  He continued to relentlessly pleasure her, clutching her
possessively tight with his masculine bulk as he ceaselessly thrilled her
convulsing sex, feeling the juices of her girl cum flow hot and sweet over
the palm of his hand.

   Like many other women, instead of draining her, Cheyenne's orgasms
always seemed to energize her, and this one was no exception.  When she
regained her composure, the familiar glint of impish wickedness was
flashing in her eyes, lids half-closed as she openly ogled his own nudity,
blatantly appraising his sculpted chest, ridged abdomen before lingering on
his semi-erect penis, its half-inflated state making the trunk chunky, the
plumpening glans beginning to darken into its plummy hue.  The crimsoning
color that spread over her cheeks confirmed his thoughts.  She was giving
some very lascivious ideas some serious thought.  When her little tongue
moved over her lips, moistening them, all blood drained down his body,
making his cock steely hard and ramming outward from his groin.

   Cheyenne looked up into Cameron's eyes.  "I need to taste you," she
breathlessly whispered.  "Let me see you lose control, baby.  Don't think.
Just feel."

   Still staring intently upon him, she dragged her body up his and took
his mouth in a kiss so sensual, so erotic Cheyenne had to give himself up.
He wanted to howl with the pleasure of it.  Instead, he shudderingly
sighed, slitting open his eyes.  "Have your wicked way with me." Her nimble
fingers slid sensuously up his flanks.  "I'll only touch if you beg me to."

   "I won't," Cheyenne assured him in a murmur as she sexily nibbled upon
his mouth.

   The air in the cave was scented with the palmetto and pine trees from
outside and the richly erotic scent of their lovemaking.  Golden sunlight
filtered through the translucent waterfall, dappling her tanned, lithe body
as she drove him crazy with a wild, wet kiss.  Cameron had always known
Cheyenne was a profoundly sensual lady who rejoiced in her unbridled
sexuality but he had never seen her like this.  She tormented him
relentlessly with her insatiable mouth.  Slowly.  Maddeningly.  Her
characteristically flashing eyes had turned so mysteriously shadowy that
there were almost no pupils.  But he hardly had anytime to ponder her
metamorphoses because she was ravenously kissing his cheekbones, his nose,
his eye sockets and his forehead before she got down to some serious
soulkissing, sending galvanic chills rushing over him.

   Cameron could smell Cheyenne's intensely alluring woman's perfume
wafting about him, almost marking him in some ancient primitive way, before
she broke lip contact.  It had a strangely addictive quality to it to the
point where he thought for a moment he would explode without her moist heat
surrounding him.  Her breasts, prettily flushed and bobbling delightfully,
heaved as she gulped in refreshing air, her hands braced on his chest,
fingers toying naughtily with his tiny nipples.  He imagined she must be
able to feel his heart racing beneath her caressing palms just as he
thought he could sense the torrid heat radiating from her tasty pussy.  But
she kept her sweet spot tauntingly away from him, her lustrous mane, never
tamed, in dark waves around her slim shoulders as she slid slowly down his
muscular nakedness.

   Cameron felt his breathing start to become erratic when Cheyenne went to
her knees just in front of the waterfall, her back to the rushing cascade,
her full firm breasts, the nipples turgid with her arousal, swaying
tantalizingly from her chest.  His lean hips were now level with her sultry
gaze, and she clearly couldn't resist kissing a path toward very dangerous
territory.  She leaned forward, her hands gripping the outside of his hard
thighs as her lips pressed exploringly against the tight flesh of his
abdomen.  His guttural groans became strangled as her nimble tongue
discovered his navel.  He slid his hands through her tousled hair, sinking
his fingers in her dense curls, holding her close as she licked at his
flesh.  He felt the muscles contract beneath her inciteful touch as he
strained closer to her, feeling achingly hard and searingly hot.

   After shooting her man a devilish smile, Cheyenne tasted progressively
lower, pressing steamy kisses to the skin she passed, her mouth openly
watering at the nearness of his manhood.  Cameron looked down and saw his
cock spearing out looking obscenely large and thick as it ponderously
swayed in front of her pretty face.  The fleshy column was incredibly heavy
and ruggedly engorged, the thick veins standing out in stark relief against
the salmon colored flesh.  The glans itself was inflated to its full size,
looking for all the world like a juicily ripe plum what with its magenta
coloring and glossy texture, the thin split at the blunted end secreting
warm, clear droplets of aroused lubrication.  From his skewed perspective,
his great rod looked like some impossibly huge instrument of insane
delight, so thick, so hard, it amazed him for a moment that her petite body
could accommodate it.

   Cheyenne's eyes glowed ebon, her chest visibly fighting for breath, as
she slid one hand across her lover's trembling thigh to cup and cradle his
hefty scrotum while the other reached for the base of his poling cock.  Her
diminuitive fingers gave her no hope of enclosing his bulky breadth in her
grasp, only to hold the heavy organ steady as she stared at it, moistening
her lips with her tongue as if tasting the seeping pre-seminal fluid.  When
she tauntingly blew a whispery breath over the bulbous crown, the zephyring
touch sent a shockwave of shocking bliss rippling through Cameron.  He was
shamelessly whimpering when she began to thrillingly stroke him up and
down, her extended fingers teasingly caressing his swelling testicles on
the downward stroke of her palm.  He groaned at the resplendent stimulation
her expert manipulations were sending through his tensed body, unable to
control his hips that had begun undulating with her masturbatory strokes.

   "I think I owe you this," Cheyenne breathed as she once more took hold
of the base as she leaned forward, guiding the hefty erection toward her
mouth and darting her tongue out.  As she began licking hungrily up and
down the straining shaft, up one side and down the other, fascinatedly
watching as it flexed then jerked at the searing sensation.  Cameron, who
thought that she didn't owe him a damned thing but she was giving him
everything, discovered that everywhere the wet heat of her tongue touched,
the chill air wafting off the crashing waterfall cooled a second later, the
exquisite contrast in sensations making him grit his teeth and close his
eyes, his toes curling up.  He grew only more aroused when she dipped down
so far that her kissing lips skimmed the bottom of his weighty sac, the
sensation of her nuzzling her nose into his scrotum making him cry out.

   Cameron had expected no more to come from this avenue of foreplay and
was amazed when Cheyenne moved further down and started sucking his balls.
She had told him many times before how endlessly intrigued she was by this
characteristically male anatomy and proved her genuine fascination once
more, tonguing and rolling his ovoid testicles in her playful mouth.  He
found the singular sensation amazing and his beefy shaft twitched while he
groaned low, a guttural sound rumbling deep in his throat.  Just when he
thought it was among the most fabulous things he'd ever felt, she licked
even lower, to the freshly-shaved bridge between his pendulous sac and the
tight pucker of his ass.  He could not believe just how horny he could be
without any direct stimulation to his penis and he slavishly begged for
release.  She looked up, all the serenity of earlier in the morning gone,
replaced by a wicked impishness glowing in the hedonistic depths of her
eyes.

   With a smile and a feigned sigh, Cheyenne left her lover's scrotum
aching from her oral ministrations and resumed swabbing her dexterous
tongue in lavish strokes along the entirety of rampant rod until his entire
dauntingly-sized penis was slick and shiny, everywhere except the bulging
glans, which she deliberately ignored.  At the same time, one hand stroked
the silky black hairs that trailed below his navel while the fingernails of
her other hand scratched lightly over the girth of his manhood now and on
down over to his saliva-slickened scrotum.  She cupped his heavy balls for
a moment, once more surveying his twin pearls in their uniquely masculine
package, before reaching under his wriggling body to probe briefly at the
tiny puckered ring of his vulnerable anus for a few moments then retracing
their meandering path back to his excitedly quivering cock.

   As Cheyenne continued to wantonly feed upon Cameron, famishedly lapping
upon his meaty organ much as a child savors a tasty candy cane, she seemed
to be calculatingly avoiding his swollen glans, every swirling swipe of her
lissome tongue stopping just short of the purple crown now leaking a steady
flow of pearlescent fluid.  He groaned deeply, tightening his hands
encouragingly in her hair, using his rolling hips to press the thrusting
shaft closer to her sexy lips.  But still she taunted him, denying him what
he wanted most.  What her motivation was, he didn't know but he could not
help but speculate.  Perhaps it was to hear the hard, indrawn breaths of
unabashed pleasure that echoed around her.  Or merely to have him force her
to enclose the bulging head between her sensuous lips.  He and his naughty
lady had played Master and Servant before and he feverishly wondered
whether that was the wicked game she was playing.

   When Cheyenne finally did something about his frustrated agony, brushing
a wayward lock of her tumbling hair out of her pretty face before stroking
her tongue over the flared head, they probably heard his growl as far away
as Blue Bay.  He fisted his hands against her scalp as he felt her skimming
that clever little tongue around his throbbing glans, stroking the most
sensitive area, his hitching breath caught as he felt an incendiary shiver
flash through him, setting nerve ends on fire.  He relished the incredible
hot moist softness of that lingual organ probing the tiny vertical opening
in his bulbous crown, drinking away the lubrication there, making hungry
little mewling sounds.  He looked downwards, saw her totally engrossed in
tonguing the blunted tip of his steely erection, her expression taut, eyes
stormy and intense as she savored the taste of his cock.

   As Cheyenne continued whirring her tongue about, tracing along the rough
edge of the heavy veins than ran just under the taut flesh, eyes dreamy
under her lowered lashes, Cameron felt his rigorous self-discipline
slipping away.  He needed to fill her luscious mouth, thrust heavily into
it, but he wanted her to want it more.  Restraining himself took more
self-control than he ever imagined he could possess.  Her teasing was
triggering fresh volleys of endorphins to shoot off in his brain, the
natural aphrodisiac making his face become heavy with sensuality, his eyes
darken, his chest rise and falling heavily as beads of sweat gleamed on the
heavy muscles.  He felt a part of himself begin to melt as he realized she
was equally desperate for him, but his need for her, her taste, her touch,
her greedy hunger sent heady arousal pumping through him, not to be denied.

   "No more teasing, Cheyenne," Cameron seethed to himself, clenching one
hand in her tousled hair as the other wrapped just above her hand stroking
the burly shaft of his cock, now twitching with frustrated need.  He butted
the wide head against her mouth, and though her body clenched with the
dominant, aggressive move, she made a wide-open circle with her pillowy
lips and allowed him to slide smoothly into the waiting depths of her
mouth. "Cheyenne.  Damn." He choked, finding himself holding on for dear
life as she suckled voraciously at the plummy head.  A split-second ago, he
had been in total control, but he almost came when her fiery tongue began
licking circles of liquid fire along the underside of shaft.

   Cheyenne began to fellate him lovingly, agonizingly slowly, the
uninhibited lady decadently moaning in shattered desire as she snacked
eagerly on his flavorsome cock.  The vibration from the sound she made
pyramided the delicious pressure inside him even further, causing Cameron
to twist his body wildly and elicit his own moaning cries.  He looked down
and his vision blurred as he witnessed her nostrils flaring, taking a deep
inhalation before she started to swallow him.  She was sucking him with her
distinctively delicious artistry, the way her teeth slightly scraped his
shaft getting him even harder, and then her plush lips brushing over where
her teeth had just been leaving him on the ragged edge.  She was able to
get half of his sizable length into her mouth before easing back to the
spongy ridge of his glans so that she was able to draw forth the beads of
his pre-cum she had inspired to well forth again, twirling her tongue
maddeningly faster around the lust-inflated head.  Then she began sucking
rhythmically, with all the experienced proficiency of the accomplished
fellatrix she was.

   "God, Cheyenne...so good." Cameron tangled his hands in her hair still
further as he watched her skewered lips working hungrily on his big cock,
watched her gluttonous mouth contorting as she slithered it up and down as
many inches of his rigidly pulsing maleness as she could manage, her
retreat leaving his shaft liberally slathered in her saliva.  The sight of
her avariciously sucking his cock, loving the look of intense concentration
on her face, never ceased to whet his arousal to a rampageous state, and
his loins tensed and jerked into her willing face, but when he saw her
eyelids rise, staring lovingly up at him, his chest tightened with the look
of wanton excitement playing on her features.  Sensual and savage, her
hands clutching greedily his rotating hips, her wild eyes were still stormy
with her inherent horniness betraying a need for him so stark, so vital she
seemingly couldn't bear the separation that it sent his loins twisting with
almost painful rapture.

   Cameron fought to stay focused, wanting to enjoy every precious nuance
of the lusty blowjob Cheyenne was giving him.  She was bobbing forward and
back on his generous endowment, each instroke sinking the chubby dome of
his penis to the entrance of her willing throat.  Her well-honed talent
allowed her no discomfort, no sense of choking on the thick flesh, the
gulping swallowing motion she gave him bringing forth tight, animalistic
groans from him.  On each outstroke, her adroit tongue glossed over the
rigid flesh of the receding trunk with nerve-tingling flickers before
nibbling on the juicy tip while making adorable humming sounds, the
intensely erotic sensations making tremble before her kneeling form.  The
molten core of arousal in the very depths of his loins had become a
ravenous inferno, making his pleasure-wracked body taut, cording his thighs
into steel hard columns that shuddered under the voluptuous impact of his
girlfriend's insatiable oral caresses.  But he knew he needed more.  Always
more.  He could never get enough of her.

   Tipping his head back to revel in the sensation, trying to relax under
the exquisite onslaught of the turbulent sensations running roughshod over
him, Cameron looked on in awe as the passion-inspired Cheyenne slaved
below. Her lithe body was glistening from tiny crystalline droplets
spraying off the waterfall, her lush breasts dancing wildly below her
rhythmically pumping head, adding to the lust-inciting view.  She was
sucking greedily on his beefy penis, lunging forward to draw him deep into
the hot canyon of her mouth until the stout glans was bumping against the
back of her throat, then pulling away.  She repeated this maneuver
ceaselessly, her pink lips sliding back and forth with increasing speed
over his bloated staff, working to draw the deep, primal growls from his
throat.  He watched the way her chestnut-hued mane that escaped his laced
fingers flew around her face, making her look like a wild woman as she was
caught up in the task of gorging on his sumptuous cock, reveling in this,
the raw, nakedly sexual pleasures for which she and Cameron lived.

   "Suck it, baby, suck it!" Cameron urged Cheyenne on, overwhelmed by the
debauched pleasure of the sweet mouth suctioning his big penis.  The unique
sensation of being so cold and so hot at the same time was indescribably
erotic.  Most of his body was covered with goosebumps from the chill mist
emanating from the waterfall, but his throbbing cock was aflame in his
lady's nourishing mouth.  But when she stealthily moved her free hand,
surreptitiously reaching underneath him and cupping his pendulous sac,
fondling the tender testicles within, every inch of him got so hard it
hurt. Her fingertips barely touched his over-sensitized flesh, just tracing
over the deep pleats furrowing his scrotum, but even that sent goose bumps
rushing over him while the conflagration engulfed his insides.  The more
she salaciously stroked his cum-burgeoning balls, the more sensitive he
became, only moreso when one of her petite fingers sneakily crept its way
from the underside of his scrotal sac into the clean-shorn cleavage of his
flexing ass.  When she began to deviously stroke at his nether hole, her
knowing fingertip swirling expertly around his crinkled pucker, agitating
his most forbidden zone, that taboo flesh experienced a near sexual
pleasure and brought him dangerously close to creaming down her gulping
throat.

   "Cheyenne, baby.  I can't control this." Cameron hardly recognized his
own voice, it was so dark, so rough, but he hardly thought twice of it,
gripping with the one hand at the base of his throbbing cock, tangling the
other deeper in her hair and beginning to fuck his woman's eagerly
siphoning mouth with short, quick strokes.  She whimpered at each forceful
thrust, her sharp nails biting into the sides of his muscular thighs as her
steamy mouth tightened on his surging erection, her slinky tongue stroking
it, selflessly giving him more.  She suckled at him strongly, her limitless
voracity making his breath wheeze, his pleasure-assaulted body tightening
with each drawing pull of her vacuuming mouth, each whipping lick of her
lashing tongue.  She was taking him in deep, his pulsating cock engulfed in
moist heat that soaked into his sex-drenched flesh, devoured him.

   Cameron's ferocious need to come, the mounting pressure growing and
growing in his spasming balls to the perilous point of threatening to
explode at any moment, consumed every inch of him.  Frantic with the
frenzied urge to fill her, give her all he had to offer and instinctively
knowing he wouldn't last much longer, he ground his loins up hard against
her face, ignoring her cry, her need, thinking only about pumping his cock
harder and harder into her tightly locked throat like a wild man.  She
retaliated by pleasuring him as only she knew how, raking her nails along
his scrotum, scratching at the silken sac before jamming a finger deep into
his hot hole.  The forbidden sensation of being penetrated served to drive
him on to fuck her mouth faster and faster in his primal desire for the
final release of the maddening build-up below.

   And then, all at once, Cameron felt the tumultuous eruption of his
orgasm explode inside him, releasing a pressure that would do him in
otherwise.  His heart pounding with the cacophonous cadence of a
jackhammer, he was suddenly lightheaded as he felt the first torrent of
white-hot fire rush along the full length of his throat-filling cock.  He
gasped at the blast of choleric bliss arcing through his veins, his lips
pulling back across his teeth as though he were in agony.  His immersed
penis began a sudden wild, jerking convulsion and exploded savagely with a
raging flood without advance warning into Cheyenne's ravenously sucking
mouth.  The creamy spurts of hotly bubbling semen seemed to gush from
inside him more forcefully than the water crashing down all around them,
bloating her cheeks outward.  She was forced to swallow crazily to keep
from choking, mewling and crooning as she clutched his ass tightly,
tickling his gripping nether hole with the tip of her finger as his seed
coated her tongue and slid down her throat.

   "Cheyenne, it's so good ...  keep sucking it!" Cameron cried, his words
coming from the heart.  "Cheyenne, baby, you're killing me." He shuddered
again, his hands working spasmodically in her tousled hair now, keeping her
head down on his wildly spewing cock, his hips moving in short hard strokes
as tidal waves of dazzling sensation, scaldingly hot and filled with
cauterizing pleasure, crashed through him like a tropical typhoon. 
Cheyenne, apparently overwhelmed by the hard pulses of his ejaculation
shooting into her mouth, drew back and he watched with disbelieving eyes as
she fluttered her tongue just under the flaring ridge, applying pressure to
that special spot while gazing adoringly up at him with a lust-fueled gaze.
The next blast of milky cream arced into her hair but the last two creamy
squirts to messily splash across her cherubic cheeks and the bridge of her
nose, making her cry out in unashamed delight.  The near-pornographic sight
proved a strange aphrodisiac and he blurrily realized it was his innate
male need, an aeons-old urge inspired by their romp in the wilds of
primordial nature, to mark this female as his own, to cover her with his
scent to ward off any other men that she was his and his alone.  The raw
primitiveness of it struck a chord deep within and it triggered one last
deep convulsive shudder of primal ecstasy in the depths of his loins.

   When the cataclysm was over finally, Cameron drifting back from the
maelstrom of aqueous rapture he'd been immersed in, he found Cheyenne,
still nakedly kneeling, had resumed sucking noisily at his fleshy
instrument, milking out every last drop of his seed that bubbled out of his
slit into her hungrily accepting mouth until his satiated penis began to
gradually deflate in her mouth.  With one last affectionate suckle, she
reluctantly released his softened organ and he fell backwards into the
stony wall of the cave in depleted exhaustion, a great sigh of supreme
fulfillment pouring from his lips.

   His provocative lady lay for a long moment between his outstretched
legs, her head resting on his thigh, still gently tracing on the limp organ
settling down into the cradle of his balls.  She grinned salaciously as she
wiped her chin then before licking her fingers clean.  Finally, she allowed
him to draw her gently to her feet, holding her shoulders lovingly as she
loped an arm around his waist when he began to precariously swayed in her
grip.  When he moved one hand moved to her chin, she kissed him full on the
mouth.  He accepted her cum-slickened lips hungrily, the not-unfamiliar
dark taste of himself tangy, a bit salty.

   "How did you like that, beloved?" Cheyenne whispered breathily, eyes
burning bright.

   "As good as always!" Cameron enthused.  "I'd say better but how could I?
You are the best, the greatest!"

   Her face beamed from her boyfriend's heart-felt praise.  She paused,
took a quick lick of her tongue along her lips, noted the earthy residue.
"I'm going to go and wash up," she said with a throaty laugh, gesturing to
his near-collapsing knees.  "You take a minute to recuperate then come join
me." With that and a girlish giggle, she pivoted and sauntered away,
disappearing through the watery veil.

   The moment she left, Cameron collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap on the
rocky floor, still reeling from the incredible experience.  Making love
with Cheyenne had always been inspiring, spanning as much of the vast
spectrum of kaleidoscopic human sexuality as he'd ever dreamed of, but he
had never seen her like this.  She had become as feral as any she-beast,
the wilderness bringing out her most elemental urges in ways he'd never
imagined possible.  And, he mused, he hadn't been unaffected either,
realizing his own ancient instincts.  He had always thought of the wild as
crude, unappealing in its baseness, but now he realized the great outdoors
could be nature's own boudoir, inspiring them to wile away the sunlit hours
with erotic frolics.  When viewed through this context, he began to realize
the sensuous possibilities became limitless!

   Rising uncertainly to his feet, his legs still wobbly from the
shattering euphoria he'd recently succumbed to, Cameron cautiously stuck
his head through the waterfall.  The shockingly cold waters crashing around
his head and shoulders served to snap him out of his post-orgasmic
torpidity.  He spied Cheyenne lounging in her full nude, glistening glory
on a flat slab of sandstone that rose like a pagan altar from the far side
of the shimmering pool.  Stretched out with one slim arm behind her for a
pillow and the other arm shielding her from the dazzling brightness of the
afternoon sun, her sleek body was as magnificent to behold as the majestic
mountain scenery stretching behind her to the horizon.  Her splendid figure
seemed to melt into the rock she lay upon and the granite cliffs rising
above her; her nakedness as natural and free as the xanthous butterflies
that fluttered about her.  Her full breasts and raised thigh made her a
"mountain woman" in more ways than one!

   But it wasn't the great natural rises, be they capped with powdery snow
or plump nipples, Cameron was thinking of as he gazed at his sensuous
lover; it was lush valleys ~~ the valley of wanton delights between her
audaciously opened thighs, to be precise.  So he dove into the chilly pool,
enthralled once again by the unique sensation of the crystalline-clear
water rushing over his own bare skin, swimming with long, powerful strokes
to join her.  When he hoisted himself up onto the half-submerged water,
rivulets streaming off every plane and hollow of his naked body, he was
almost scorched by the sun-baked rock, but it felt refreshingly great after
being in the cold for so long.

   Apparently Cheyenne had not heard Cameron dive into the water above the
rumbling roar of the tumbling waterfall and rushing rapids.  She remained
in her same deliciously erotic yet appealing innocent pose; and he stared
lovingly and lustily at the stunning young wood nymph barely two feet away
from him.  The scrumptious sight of her naked breasts, swelling tummy,
willowy legs and moist sex ~~ along with the beaming heat from the boulder
~~ had his balls immediately simmering and he felt the first rejuvenating
twitches in his own loins.

   Cheyenne had her right leg stretched out lazily on the rock, the
silkiness of her bare skin contrasting beautifully with the rough-hewn
granite, while her left knee was pointing boldly into the air, brashly
pulling her left thigh at an angle away from her right leg.  This inviting
position brought not only the tangled tuft of her pubes but also the plump
outer labia into full view.  Small rivulets of water streamed off her
contoured body to collect in the tightly-trimmed nest of pubic hair, then
ran in small, crooked flows over the sumptuous flesh of her vulva. 
Cameron's pussy was a demure fleshy groove when in its dormant state, but
he could clearly see the coppery inner lips peeking out for a kiss, a sure
sign that she was aroused.

   Still not announcing his presence, Cameron lowered his head the
temptation of her lips, swollen from the sensuality of her arousal, too
much to resist.  Like the sweetest fruit, demanding that he taste of their
erotic perfection.  She whimpered in surprise upon the first contact of his
lips touching hers, but he gave her no chance to answer or to argue, any
protest she may have had cut off in her throat.  He gave her a kiss that
was brutally sweet and sensual, tasting the wild mountain stream upon her,
feeling the tangle of her wind-whipped hair from their earlier carousing.
She was intoxicating, as he knew she would be, and he allowed his tongue to
stroke over her trembling lips, savoring the silken feel of the plump
curves opening to him beneath his probing tongue.

   Control was a tenuous thing at best, but Cameron found pride in the fact
that he was holding onto his.  That is until Cheyenne's hands moved timidly
to his shoulders and she arched against him, pressing her firm, round
breasts against his brawny chest, her swelling nipples raking over his
sun-warmed pectorals like little branding irons of fiery desire.  The
sensation was unbelievably erotic and a hungry moan began breaking from her
throat as her tongue reached forward to collide with his, bursting through
to lick back at him, to taste him.  Her tongue was moving tentatively,
investigatively, and her teasing, licking strokes were driving him crazy.
He felt a torturous ache as the fires in his loins that had been doused to
smoldering embers began to flame through his body once more, clouding his
mind with a fierce arousal that demanded to be sated.

   As Cheyenne tantalizingly stroked across his tongue, Cameron couldn't
silence the growl, rough and deep, that sounded in his chest a second
before he plunged his own tongue hard and hot inside the steaminess of her
oral cavity.  With one muscular arm loped beneath her shoulders, he curled
the other possessively around her waist, tugging her closer as he lingually
stroked the sultry interior of her mouth, her lips, her tongue, the edge of
her teeth.  He loved the wildness of her kiss, exotic and addictive, and
the moist stroke of her tongue hers tangling with his inflamed him still
further.  He demandingly clamped his lips on her teasing tongue and suckled
at it desperately, her spicy taste filling his mouth, sending his senses
whirling.  Before meeting Cheyenne, he never would have believed that lust
could have its own unique flavor, but hers did.  It tasted of a tropical
thunderstorm, quenching his thirst for her love but only driving his lust
for her ever higher.  The delectable taste intoxicated him, made him wild.

   Cameron continued sucking and nibbling on Cheyenne's agile lingual
member, loving the way she mewled and gurgled in her throat, the way she
twisted wantonly in his arms, pressing harder against him.  Each time he
drew on her kittenish tongue, the sweet taste of her lust filled him,
making the banked fires within him begin to seethe again as the bellows of
desire blew steadily and inexorably to ignite a roaring furnace in his
loins.  Now, he began sucking upon her lower lip, nibbling on it gently
with his teeth, the stimulant nerves rocketing their sensitive, sensuous
messages throughout his sexually aroused body as though the very essence of
her kiss was an aphrodisiac all its own, more blinding, more intense than
anything else he had known in his life.

   When Cameron tore away from the torrid kiss, fighting valiantly for
self-control, he found his gaze drawn inexorably towards the ripe mounds of
her breasts rising and falling in a hard, fast rhythm.  Seeing the
perspiration glistening on the silken skin, emphasizing the swollen
plushness and dark, elongated nipples let loose a jabbing punch of searing
lust that surged through his loins, a brutal gurgitation of agonized desire
that halted his breath and made him groan in a rough, untamed growl.  He
tore his brooding, hot gaze from her swollen curves, took hold of her
slender wrists with one large mitt and jerked them over her head, watching
her sultry eyes open with surprise, marveling at the sensuality shaping her
angelically beautiful face.

   "Cameron, please." Cheyenne pressed against him, gasping for breath.

   Since Cameron was a sucker for his woman begging, that was all the
coaxing he needed.  Still pinioning her wrists to the rock above her head,
he licked his lips, distended his tongue and dropped to her heaving
breasts. As his nimble tongue stroked against one overly sensitized nipple
in a slick slash, she arched violently to him, a shameless cry of decadent
pleasure erupting from her throat.  He took the hard tip in the heat of his
mouth and suckled at her pillowy breast, letting his hair caress and tickle
her soft skin.  He had her plumpened bud surrounded by his kissing lips and
he used his tongue as a surgical probe, the lashing strokes sending
sensation ripping through her with such force that she jerked with it.  She
was fighting to breathe, struggling against him, but he held her small
hands shackled, refusing to allow her to touch him in turn.

   "God, you taste sweet," Cameron breathed reverently as he shifted his
head to pay tribute to her other cushiony breast, devouring her with his
mouth, teeth and tongue.  He loved the fact Cheyenne was getting
goosebumps, could feel them rise beneath his fingertips as his free hand
roughly caressed her other mound.  When he intensified his suckling,
canines rasping against her as he nipped at her fleshy nipple with
diabolical intent, he could virtually feel a small flash of fire of raw
intensity burning across the heated peak.  He knew every fondling touch he
gave made her body weaker, every swiping stroke of his slippery tongue only
fanning her flaring arousal higher, hotter, brighter until he scented her
spicy feminine perfume and all her could think about was tasting her sweet
juices.

   Unable to stand the intolerable anticipation any more, Cameron released
Cheyenne's wrists as he left her luscious breasts and moved lower, saw she
was staring down at him through half-lidded eyes, panting, weakened by the
surging pleasure.  She sighed with wanton lust as he began to lower his
head, licking a meandering path between her jiggling breasts.  He
sensuously traced a hot and slick trail over her sleek contours, making her
burn and shiver by turns, arching into his seductive oral attentions. 
Looking upwards the length of her curvaceous body, he saw her gorgeous face
was deeply flushed, her teeth girlishly biting her lower lip.  "Touch your
breasts, Cheyenne," he breathed, hoping to relieve a little of her urgency.
"Close your eyes.  Play with those pretty nipples, and pretend your hands
are mine."

   Cameron saw his lovely lady squeeze her eyes shut and cup her voluminous
breasts in her palms, her swollen nipples now as dark red and as bumpy as
ripe raspberries.  Watching her rolling those exquisitely hard nubbins
between thumb and forefingers made Cameron smile proudly at her
delightfully uninhibited nature.  He then resumed making his way down her
torso, slithering down her body, down, down, lower, lavishing her taut
midsection with lingering kisses, moving his hands down her hot naked
flesh, a beat slower than his lips.  He stroked his mouth over the
tightened muscles of her sexy stomach, teasingly dipping into the small
valley of her belly button, moving steadily closer to the swollen, moist
curves of her bare sex.  Her body quaked and when he glanced up, he saw her
watching, trembling in unconcealed anticipation, the very air itself
seeming to heat with the building sensuality stretching between them.

   "Cheyenne," he whispered his beloved's name as he brushed his mouth into
the sparse triangled tuft at the juncture of her clenching thighs.  Her
bush was a darker shade of brown than the auburn-tinted hair on her head,
and the effect of that demure triangle against her sunlit coppery skin was
striking.  "The scent of your pretty pussy is making me crazy."

   Cheyenne responded with a whimpery moan, her delicate fingers clutching
and squeezing at her buoyant breasts, massaging them, kneading them with
amazing ferocity.

   Still watching Cheyenne sexily fondling herself, Cameron slid his own
strong hand down over her smooth flanks to her knees where he lifted them
up, sliding his fingers along the tapering columns of her creamy thighs to
separate them.  Understanding his intentions, she spread her legs open
wide, her smooth thighs flaring, offering her pussy eagerly.  Her splayed
position afforded him the opportunity to see all of her and he sat back on
his heels for a moment and absorbed the exquisitely erotic sight of her
naked feminine beauty.

   The afternoon sunlight, filtered through the high-rising cypress and
pine trees, bathed Cheyenne's body with a golden brilliance that perfectly
highlighted her many assets, from her heaving breasts to her smooth tummy
and alluring womanhood.  The succulent pink groove of her delectable cunny
was completely flowered open and doused in her honey, the bedewed,
copper-hued inner petals glisteningly lubricious.  The silky entrance to
her inner sex was exposed to the radiant sun and showed the tender pinkness
of its sensitive inner lining.  Above her channel, nestled in its alcove
where her fleshy folds melted together, her diminutive, visibly-throbbing
clitoris peeped boldly out at him above the juicy deliciousness of her
pussy, while below, the puckered nether portal of her adorable anus stared,
unblinking, back at him.

   "Stopping grinning and eat me!" Cheyenne pleaded as he looked on,
holding a hand to her eyes to shield the dazzlingly bright sunlight that
glinted in her lovely eyes, her other hand still shamelessly clutching at
her quivering breasts.

   Cameron rocked back from his heels to his knees as he dazedly lowered
his head toward his beloved's tempting loins, inhaling deeply of her
sharply perfumed musk.  Her recherché scent, the perfect bouquet for this
idyllic setting, incited his own animal lust so he placed his strong hands
against the milky insides of her thighs and spread them far, far apart, his
palms continuing their relentless pressure until her long legs were almost
flat against the rock.  Her sharp gasp of near-pain brought him back to
reality, and seeing her expressive eyes pleading with him made him rein
himself back to keep from ravaging her tender sex too roughly or too
quickly.  So he left a trail of moist kisses up and down her buttery-smooth
inner thighs, delighting in the smooth firmness of her body and the way she
kept trying to maneuver his hungry mouth, her breathing coming in staccato
puffs as he moved his mouth in deliberate, decisive movements ever closer
to her molten core.

   When he reached her sweet treasure, he placed the thumb and forefinger
of one hand on the soft, fleshy lips of her cunny and slowly drew them
apart, laying open her moist, ready, inflorescent flesh to his
lust-inflamed gaze, his eyes widening in anticipation of the sexual
pleasure yet to come.  Though Cameron and Cheyenne rarely made love in the
dark, he was still stunned by the incredibly erotic sight of intense
tropical sunlight bathing his beloved's open vagina in glittering
brilliance.  A thousand pink jewels glistened wetly from within her liquid
flesh.

   While he was still beholding the scintillating glory of her naked pussy,
Cameron heard Cheyenne whimper in her desperation and looked up to see her
looking down the valley of her breasts to see him gaping adoringly there
between her wide-spread legs.  She must have felt the hot vapor of his
breath graze her sensitive sexflesh and when he saw her eyes begging him
silently for mercy, he gave in to his own instinctual cravings.

   Cheyenne's breath choked in her throat with an animalistic grunt when
Cameron cupped her curvy hips with his free hand, strong fingers bracing
the wiggling softness, and parted her with a luxuriantly slow swipe of his
tongue, lapping the length of her sunbathed pussy.  As he pressed his
flickering tongue tip into her dripping folds, he had expected her to taste
of the clean mountain water or to be pungent after the morning's strenuous
exercise, but was thrilled to find her cloyingly sweet and headily tangy.
He lapped up those inebriating juices, savoring her full-bodied flavor, as
he introduced teasing strokes that crossed her tasty sex lengthwise, from
the crease of her trembling thigh across her pouty labia and back again. 
This horizontal technique, designed to ease her into the eventual intensity
of his oral loving, eased her tortured moans down to dreamy sighs.  Placing
her bare feet on his broad shoulders, she reclined fully, angling her hips
to welcome his gorging mouth on her scrumptious sex, eager to let him do
his devoted work.

   Admittedly, Cameron felt a little funny at first to be crouched down
prostrate on his knees with his naked ass waggling behind him, fully
exposed to the breezes playing in the open air.  But then this wave of
intoxication washed over him as he pressed his hungry mouth into her
offered fruit and began eating Cheyenne out heartily, gliding the moist
length of his wriggling tongue into her dripping-wet passage to probe the
sensate flesh of the silky walls of her inner grotto.  Her beautiful body
responded to him now automatically, jerking up and at him with convulsive,
twisting lurches of her pelvis, a loud, helpless groan sounding from deep
in her chest.  Seeing and feeling her react so uninhibitedly, combined with
the exhilarating taste of her natural nectar, made him think he could never
get enough of her and he began working his tongue, slithering in and out of
her savory pussy with wild, unfettered passion.

   "Ooooohhh!  Oh, My God!" Cheyenne wailed helplessly.  Cameron looked up
and saw her tousled tresses flying as she shook her head from side.  She
had her head raised, looking down between the full mounds of her breasts to
watch this lingual ravishment of her jubilant pussy.  She had clenched her
small hands into fists, knuckles whitening as she wallowed in the wild,
blissful sensations coursing searingly, maddeningly through every fiber of
her being.  He listened intently to her every whimper and pule, the brazen
sounds signifying not only her hedonistic pleasure in the thrilling
cunnilingus he performed on her but also what methods he should employ and
exactly where he should ply them.

   Cameron had been diligently probing Cheyenne's gooey hole, shoving his
twisting tongue in as far as it would go, with his hands cupped around her
flexing buttocks that angled her squirming hips up slightly.  But now he
shifted and drew her long legs upwards, sliding his arms under them to
wedge his shoulders and arms between her thighs.  His hands, beneath her
quivering thighs, pushed them up further until they draped over his
shoulders and her rounded buttocks were pulled up to him, while he
relentlessly swirled and flicked his dexterous tongue around the drenched
velvet interior beyond the pouty vulval lips pulsing before his eyes.  God!
She was a luscious, hot-blooded vixen, her mellifluous cries of rapture, of
libertine pleasure ringing loud and clear through the forested wilderness,
a mating cry of feral wildness.

   As he corkscrewed his tongue deep into the searing, succulent depths at
the naked "Y" of his beloved's sluttishly open legs, drinking deep of her
sweetness, one of the most erotic tastes he'd ever experienced, he began to
get lost in the moment.  He knew no session of oral lovemaking in the
artificial environment of a marital bedroom could approach the rich
sensations he and Cameron were experiencing, their untamed passion as pure
and free as the glorious countryside in which they embraced.  She, in
particular, seemed particularly smitten, reaching out jerkily for him,
feeling her immediately clutch generous handfuls of his scalp, her fingers
entangling, lewdly, in his hair to pull him intimately closer, ever tighter
to her.  He guessed what it was she ultimately craved but continued
mouth-sexing her scrumptious cunny, slipping in and out of her hungrily
clasping vaginal passage, wanting to hear her beg again.

   Cameron knew that Cheyenne's rational mind was no longer in control,
that her body's natural instincts had taken control, her head flailing from
side to side, her nude buttocks convulsing and jerking beneath his
implacably plundering tongue wreaking sensuous havoc in the silky
smoothness of her honey-doused pussy.  Wanting to thrill her, he eased his
tongue off her pulsating vagina and flicked downward, stealthily, to her
secret opening below.  The shallow pants and long low moans she had been
voicing over the past few minutes reintensified into a low-pitched yelp of
surprise followed by moans of ecstatic rapture when he probed the moist tip
of his tongue into her pink pucker, inciting forbidden pleasure-laden
feelings to roil through her in hectic chaos.

   "Oh, God ...  God!  Please, Cameron!" Cheyenne had her eyes closed and
she was habitually wetting her lips, her kittenish tongue flicking in and
out with the sensual pleasure that raced like wildfire through her.  "I
can't stand it ...!  Oh, God ...  you're driving me crazy!" But even as she
spoke, her crescent-curved hips rolled uncontrollably up to his face and
she tried to screw her rectum onto his stiff, lashing tongue.  With a
concerted effort, he shoved harder, the very tip of his lingual member
entering her and moving slightly in her rear passage before he retreated
once more to the sumptuous feast of her pussy.

   Cameron was gorging on his girlfriend with a fervor that made her
squirm, his face fully embedded in her cunny, fishing his tongue into her
love hole to lap up her ambrosial delights.  She was really sopping by now,
and hot ~~ both literally and figuratively.  Being very orgasmic, it had
not taken long to push her to the ragged edge.  He let her dangle there for
a while by beginning to swipe teasingly close to the obscenely swollen nub
of her clitoris, taking her breath away with his intimate proximity, but
never actually coming into contact with the molten core of her feminine
sexuality.

   "Cameron," Cheyenne gasped, her fingers that had been threaded through
his hair now clutching fiercely to his skull.  "I want ..." Her breathy
words trailed off as his sinuous tongue played near her clit, cavorting
tauntingly near the visibly straining bud before he retreated once more,
inspiring a groan of undisguised frustration.  "Oh, God! ...  Please ... 
Oh, please!" she beseeched, raising her head, eyes open, now, to beg,
pleadingly, down at his flushed face.  "Please, suck my clit!  Make me
come!"

   Acquiescing to her heartfelt wishes, Cameron brought his lips
immediately to Cheyenne's pulsing clitoris, looking for all the world like
an erect miniature phallus enshrined in its fleshy canopy.  She mewled and
whined in agonized pleasure as he took the tiny, throbbing organ gingerly
between his teeth, pleasuring her at first simply with pressure and his
heated breath.  When he stroked his tongue precisely over the tip, circling
it with a smooth, sensuous lick that held just enough pressure to make her
excitedly jerk for more, he was rewarded by her moaning cry for relief and
a spasmodic twitch of her hips as she desperately sought a deeper touch. 
Knowing that with all the foreplay he'd performed upon her she wouldn't be
able to bear much more, he happily obeyed, drawing her sensitive nubbin
into his aggressively suckling mouth.  She came almost instantaneously, a
strangled scream erupting from her throat as he caressed her most intimate
flesh with his lips.  He could almost feel the charring heat and volcanic
fire that blasted through her with her eruptive ecstasy.  It overtook her,
the seething bliss consuming her in the cataclysmic folds of the ferocious
orgasm that rippled through her in one shockwave after another.

   While Cheyenne drifted in and out of euphoric consciousness, fighting to
gain ascendance over the erotic sensations that had taken away all reason,
leaving only raw, inflamed nerves, Cameron darted downwards to thirstily
drink up the frothy girlcum that was spilling from the depths of her sex.
As he quaffed her spirituous juices, he found it difficult holding her
thighs open, controlling her involuntary undulations against his mouth. 
Her vagina continued spilling its silky moisture as she descended from the
lofty pinnacles of her soaring bliss but he was not surprised when, within
mere minutes, the greedy girl began tugging on his head once more, urging
him on.

   Cameron resumed licking Cheyenne's wet, open pussy, his torrid kisses
melting into her pillowy labial lips while his tongue slithered up and down
the length of her creamy split, from her puckered anus to her shamelessly
hard clit, her body quivering uncontrollably whenever he touched that
sensitive bud.  She clenched her teeth, grinding them against his
titillating assault on the raw nerve-endings of her insatiable cunny,
making him think she had suddenly remembered where she was.  He hated the
idea of being caught in such a compromising position, but he hated even
more that his randy girlfriend was inhibiting herself and decided to put an
end to it.

   Moving one hand from the plush globe of her shimmying ass and holding on
tight with the other, Cameron brought his fingers to the top of her delta
and used his fingers to deftly spread her gooey pinkness apart, focusing on
the swollen flesh that protected her clitoris.  Without its natural
defense, her clit was completely exposed and he began caressing it with his
sinuous tongue, running up and down its short length, then rasping in
circles around it, until finally, he concentrated on the tip of it.  With
scrupulously placed lashes to the sensitized knot of nerves, he brought the
electricity running through her jerking loins, sending galvanic jolts of
high-voltage eroticism surging through her, exquisite sensations that
hummed with the intensity of high amplification through her finely tuned
nerves.  He could tell by her body language that she immediately
surrendered, gave in joyfully to the intense, ecstatic rapture that he
instinctively knew his licking tongue was bringing her.

   "Oh, God!  I'm going to come!" Cheyenne cried out, the voluptuous
sensations coursing through her making her soft, rounded body pitch and yaw
under his long, wet lingual member with her crescendoing delight.  Cameron
could hardly contain his joy as he continued to lash his agile tongue deep
into her love-hungry cunny at the incredible capacity her squirming and
undulating body had for erotic stimulation, their impassioned couplings the
accomplishment of full sexuality.  She was crying out from deep in her
soul, begging for the thing she wanted most, everything else forgotten in
the insane, demanding throes of sybaritic rapture, and he gave it to her,
mercilessly flogging her clit with just the tip of his tongue.  Her second
orgasm broke over her and she let out a wild cry, an animal sound, as she
came in a hard, sharp spasm that lasted an eternity.  Her cunny seemed to
be on liquid fire and he could almost feel the deliquescent flames licking
through the tissue there, traveling towards her womb, stroking it with the
lava-hot agony of her dissolute arousal.

   As Cheyenne thrashed and writhed in the throes of her tumultuous bliss,
Cameron backed off her jumping clitoris, not wanting to overstay his
welcome in her hypersensitive realm of carnal pleasure.  Slurping up her
gushing juices, he could see she was gaping open, more than ready to be
filled with cock.  His heart pounded with the sledging intensity of a
jackhammer beneath his heavily-muscled chest as he became achingly aware
that his fully-engorged penis was more than ready for some attention
itself. Eons of time had passed, it seemed to him, since he had begun his
wild sucking at the very core of her juicy sex and he craved more than
nearly anything to shove his rampant erection into her tight little cunny
but he held fast.  He wanted this memorable sensuous experience to be that
much richer, the knowledge that it would not be long before he fucked her
until she screamed in ecstasy like the fully sexual woman she was only
serving to heighten the denouement of eating her gorgeous pussy.

   When Cheyenne's tempestuous pleasures plateaued, Cameron resumed his
oscular aggression, his mouth returning to her clit with hungry demand, his
tongue hungry in his implacable greed only this time he added his fingers
sliding through her slick essence to drive her wild.  As he thrust one long
finger hard and deep inside the tight channel, his clinging lips still
holding fast to their slippery target, she clamped her supple thighs to the
sides of his working face, thrusting the cusp of her crotch up at him in
total submission to his will.  The soft, silky pubic hair tufting her
pulsating cunny teased his nose she slowly rolled her buttocks and bucked
her hips in regular rhythm, and he held his tongue rigid and allowed her to
move on his smoothing tongue and driving finger.  He glanced up to see that
her face reflected the debauched sensuality she felt, her eyes glazed and
her jaw hanging loose as she gave herself over once more to the rapturous
sexual joy.

   Cheyenne was once more murmuring with intense arousal as he sucked and
licked at the throbbing knot of nerves that was her clitoris, his shoulders
struggling to keep her bicycling legs apart.  When he added a second finger
to fill her, churning both digits in her gooey heat, her satiny inner
muscles convulsed around it.  Vocalizing lusty animal moans at the
sensation of fullness, her long fingers clutched at his hair again,
grasping great fistfuls to anchor his head in place as she jammed her pussy
into his gobbling mouth.  Her sharp nails would leave ragged scratches
tomorrow, but he didn't care, his whipping tongue and ramming fingers
working in synchronization to create a magical, maddening dance that had
her breathless and poised on the brink.  Her hips were arching to his every
motion and he could feel a low throbbing began in her belly, then spiraling
out of control when he changed the rotation of his fingers and sucked
harder.  Her clitoris fragmented into a fireworks explosion of coruscating
ecstasy as her honey-dripping pussy tightened on his invading finger,
pulsed ... then erupted in scintillating rapture.  The whipping sensations
tore through her, tightening her velvety muscles with the incandescent heat
flaming throughout her body.  As the lightning strokes of pleasure tore her
apart in an incredible array of fiery explosions, her ululating screams
were consumed by the rush of the white water behind them and below them.

   After Cheyenne's third violent orgasm subsided, he licked her gently
while she floated back down to earth.  When he finally raised himself up to
look at her face, his own features liberally coated with her liquid female
excitement, her smile was beaming and her luminous eyes glowed with supreme
satisfaction.  She drew him close and soulfully kissed him, taking special
zeal in sucking on his tongue, lavishing in her own nectar.  He wasn't
terribly surprised: in their time together, she had freely told him of her
early sexual experimentations, engaging in a four month torrid Sapphic
affair with one of the professors when she was at GulfCoast University,
mirroring his own homoerotic relationship with his soccer coach when he was
in highschool.

   Buoyed by their common experiences, Cameron felt such loving tenderness
towards Cheyenne, a profound emotional bond punctuated by his physical
desire for her illustrated by his bloatedly engorged cock, hard and full,
weighted down with blatant need, dancing provocatively between them.  When
she noticed he was at full-staff once again, his long, thickly hardened
penis jutting out insistently from his loins, she prettily bit her lower
lip then boldly stroked his poling rod from tip to balls.  All the blood in
his body pumped into his huge, heavy veined thickness and he suddenly
couldn't wait any longer.

   Looking about, Cameron found a large, relatively flat area on the
granite slab.  Come here," he growled, stumbling backward, making a
semi-controlled fall on his back on the rough surface.  Not like he would
have given a rat's ass at the moment where he sat with her kneeling there,
overheated, naked, watching him intently.  Her long hair was in sensuous
disarray from all their previous rambunctiousness, the smudged remnants of
her lipstick smeared sexily about her puffy lips and cheeks.  She looked
even more lustful than she had before.  What a breathtaking sight.  A
fallen goddess, an erotic vision of feminine perfection come to life.  Her
incomparable beauty and the power of her near-tangible lust for him had him
trembling in both sensuous incitement and scarcely-controlled anticipation.

   While Cameron grasped Cheyenne's curvaceous hips and pulled her forward
as if she were weightless, she wriggled her way on top of him, kissing him
passionately all the while.  She was now straddling his narrow waist,
wrapping her slim arms around his neck, the ductile plushness of her
widespread buttocks deliciously crushing his groin.  For a moment, her
erect nipples hovered over his lips and he was treated to a quick suckle
before she rose up.  The beefy rod of his erection nestled between the
sopping engorged lips of her cunny and she breathily gasped.  He reached up
to caress the firm globes of her ass, slowly moving her back and forth,
feeling her juicy heat inundate the swollen glans as he glided against her
throbbing clit.  She fell and kissed him frantically, moaning into his
mouth.  He groaned and cupped her bobbing breast, weighing and kneading it
as his mouth moved down, nibbling her collarbone, his tongue laving her
other breast.  Her back arched as his teeth tantalizingly grazed her chubby
nipple, sending her spiraling out of control.  She clutched at her lover
fiercely, panting as her head fell back.

   "Reach down between your legs and put it in, baby!" Cameron breathed
between hungry suckles at the full thrusting mounds of her rounded breast,
kneading the free sphere's resilient satiny flesh with squeezing pressure.
"Put it in or I'll burst!"

   "Oh please ...  my God!" Cheyenne blushed from the erogenous massage,
then shifted lower torso until she was squatting above him.  She reached
down with one hand to hold the solid hardness of his lust-thickened penis
upright.  Clutched his ragingly hot rod to aim it between her wide-spread
thighs like an arrow, she gyrated her hips down slightly, insinuating the
mushroomed head within her gaping split until its bulbous tip was pressing
hotly up into the mouth of her vaginal passage.  Cameron wasn't sure what
was more erotic, seeing his prodigious manhood splaying open the sensitive
moistened lips of her tinglingly flushed pussy or the unbelievably intense
feeling of just the tip being engulfed in her satiny wetness.  He tried to
rise up for greater penetration but she held him steady in that first inch
of her sweet sex as if to introduce his penis to her most secret feminine
flesh.

   In contrast to her slow and luxurious start, when Cheyenne began sinking
downwards, impaling herself on his spiking shaft, she didn't waste another
second, letting out a long, low moan as she took the full length of his
dauntingly-sized cock in a single stroke.  Her well-lubricated cunny felt
heavenly around his throbbing penis as she wriggled her lush bottom, her
fleshy asscheeks nestling warmly against his groin.  He lodged his bare
feet hard against the sturdy granite for leverage and delighted in filling
her, enjoying her rippling flesh clutching at his invading organ, those
tight, soaked muscles almost squeezing all the life right out of him.  He
looked straight up at the blazing sun filtering through the mangrove and
cypress trees and a primordial rush came over him.  He almost felt like he
was spinning, and when a breezy gust of wind came up he could envision that
they were both floating in the treetops.  But Cheyenne kept him tethered to
earth, her buoyant breasts grazing his chest, sexily grinding her clit into
his prominent pubic bone.

   Cheyenne mewled into Cameron's ear before she rose up to begin to move,
her pretty face turned up towards the lush canopy above, glazed eyes
rolling back whenever his glans hit bottom, filling her up completely.  She
was a dizzying sight as she began to ride him, agonizingly perfect.  Her
jiggling breasts were slick, her nipples dark and fully aroused.  "Touch
me!" she boldly demanded.  He slid his hands up her slim hips to her rib
cage, heard her growl ferally as his hands closed over her plush mounds,
felt her heart fluttering beneath his touching fingers like a frantic bird.
Fascinated by the absolute concentration on her face, he lost track for a
moment.  She was slick, tight, hot.  Heat surrounded him on all sides: It
bubbled up from the sun-baked rock beneath his back, it beat down on his
face and chest from the scorching tropical sun and it swallowed his penis
every time Cheyenne's hot body slid down to envelop him in her vagina.

   "So tight," he groaned through clenched teeth.  "So hot, wet, tight."

   Still grasping the soft flesh of her swaying breasts, Cameron didn't
have to move a muscle as Cheyenne held his knees tight and flexed her sleek
thighs, raising and lowering herself on his rampant rod.  Her damp hair
hung in wild tangles around her flushed face as she fucked him, jerking
convulsively from the erotic shock of his big cock smashing into her belly,
sending forth rippling little waves before it while her accommodating pussy
tried desperately to adjust.  He lay back, delighting in the array of
scintillating explosions of sensuous delight flitting crazily through his
benumbed brain from the long, hot length of his solidly swollen penis
immersed up into her gooey channel, throbbing and flexing inside her,
smoothing out every crevice and inner secret fold she might have had.  An
anarchic measure of fired sensuality punched through him without rhyme or
reason, jagged pleasures stabbing from his toes to his scalp, but most
intensely from his knees to his buttocks and through his stomach and loins.


   As he and Cheyenne were caught up in the seductive throes of a smooth
sexual rhythm, Cameron sensed all civilized restraints and powers of
physical control gradually eluding him.  Nothing mattered anymore but the
enrapturing sensations his beloved's intensively seething vagina was
bringing his steely-hard manhood.  But he still had his basic wits about
him ...  knew that with every violent thrust his bare legs scraped against
hot, rough stone, while the rest of his body rubbed against a soft, smooth
woman.  He was equally aware that same naked, lecherously horny lady above
him was plunging her wonderfully juicy pussy down upon him on a stony
outcropping in the middle of a rushing stream under a cascading waterfall.
He looked past his bounding lover's shoulders at the thickly forested
mountains that were the Rocky Tops that stretched away in all directions;
he felt the warm sun and zephyring breeze on his naked flesh; he heard the
thunderous roar of the rushing white water pounding on his ears
incessantly, urging him on.  Never had he felt so finely in tune with
nature, and never had making love felt so fantastic.

   Cameron once again marveled at Cheyenne's newfound uninhibited lust. 
The magnificent natural setting had sparked the animal drive that kept
itself somewhat subdued when she was in the city.  She had been riding him
slowly but now she was beginning to build up her speed, her willowy body,
sheening with perspiration, sliding smoothly against him.  She was smiling
almost pleadingly down at him, clenching her hotly working buttocks tightly
to her own advantage as she slowly accelerated her rhythmic ride up and
down his thick length.  He could feel the added secretions of her
lubricating fluids spilling from the velvety walls of her cunny, bathing
his engulfed cock warmly, the snug sheath swallowing up every fraction with
a muscular siphoning motion.  Whenever he squeezed her swollen,
pink-nippled breasts, the smooth flesh deliciously resilient, the resultant
spirals of pleasure surging through her, coiling tighter and tighter,
building, she worked her lush, fully rounded hips more intensely, her
wildly aroused pussy threatening to devour him whole in its desperately
sucking passion!

   "Harder, Cameron," Cheyenne croaked.

   "Yeah, baby.  Brace your knees against me and fuck me." He held her hips
still while she leaned back, balancing her body on her hands posted by his
bare feet, head thrown back, hands fisting onto his ankles.  "Tighter, hold
on tighter." She visibly tried to catch her breath as she did as he
instructed while he supported her shimmying loins with his own, one hand
clutching her rump and the other the tapering flow of her hips.  The new
position, as they had discovered long ago in their bedroom
experimentations, by design brought his cock pressed against her G-spot and
when he bumped into that secret niche, she whimpered and resumed slamming
down upon him.  Hard.  Every thrust sent mind numbing pleasure thundering
through Cameron, the rampageous pleasure blurring his vision so
distortingly that he had to close his eyes.  The pornographic sound of
their labored breathing, the distinctive slapping of wet flesh against wet
flesh, only serving to intensify his voracious need.

   Drawing his eyes open, Cameron found Cheyenne had turned into a hot
little sex machine clenching her thighs as she arched impossibly high,
thrusting downward, taking him in, all of him.  He raised his head to
better see, his lecherous eyes gaping at his huge, glistening penis pushing
and pulling at the pursed lips of her nectar-dripping pussy, the tiny coral
petals of her inner labia mouthing hungrily around the beefy shaft as it
disappeared deep up into the gorgingly swallowing grotto.  Wild sensations
of escalating lust saturated his insanely aroused body at the erotic
spectacle of his lover's gyrating, cock-filled pussy, instigating a raging
inferno of continually building sexual sensations at the unexplainable and
uncontrollable lustful desires consuming him.  His hands, which had been
continuously caressing her firmly rounded breasts, now moved down her taut
tummy and glided through the closely-trimmed thatch of curls to the top of
her cunny.  When he greedily pressed his fingers into her lush labial lips,
separating the soft, fleshy folds of his girlfriend's passion-drenched sex,
she let out a small cry.

   "Mmm, feels good, Cameron.  Yeah, baby, do that.  Oh yeah, rub my
clitty." Cheyenne exhorted as he found her shamelessly swollen clit,
circling it tauntingly before rubbing it.  He was focused only on her, the
liquid pleasure that subsumed him, the fiery pleasure that he was giving
her.  He ravished her sopping cunny with his twirling fingers, at first
temptingly lashing at her fleshy nub, occasionally boldly dipping downwards
to ease up into her searing vagina alongside his throbbing cock, stretching
the satiny inner membranes, before returning again and again to her hotly
quivering clitoral bud.  Her head, long since fallen back, now started
waving wildly, her hair whipping about in a chestnut-hued cloud as she
slammed her hips in plummeting movements, instinctively tightening the
walls of her channel around him, increasing the friction as she crashed
downwards, rose, and crashed into him again and again and again...

   "Yessss ...  oooooohh yesssss!" Cheyenne chanted hoarsely, her motions
up and down onto Cameron's hotly throbbing cock now furious.  His straining
eyes were but a few scant inches from his honey-slathered shaft plunging
into her wide stretched channel like a lubricated piston.  Then, it gaped
even more excitedly as her climax shattered into a million tiny shards of
sensation.  She rose up, biting her lower lip as low strangled moans
escaped from deep inside before falling so hard that he felt himself plunge
deep, touching her womb.  Determined to bring her to cascading orgasms, he
finger-fucked her hotly yearning clitoris with the same technique he had
learned when he watched her masturbating her pussy for him.  She let loose
a scream so fierce that he couldn't distinguish it between ecstatic pain
and agonized bliss but he felt her cunny spasm again and again in violent
upheavals, watched the slick cream of her girlcum flowing from her with
every euphoric apoplexy.  Every time he thought her ripples of ecstasy were
fading, they swelled and grew and tore through her again.  Cameron had
never been with a woman who came so easily or so tumultuously but with the
way her pulsing cunny milked him, he knew it would be hard for him to fend
off his own orgasm for much longer...

   Thankfully, Cheyenne reached her ultimate limit, her body raising in one
last convulsive leap before falling.  She was supremely exhausted and would
have slumped heedlessly to the jagged rock below had he not had his hands
supporting her circling hips.  He lifted her limp body and held her close.
"My Cheyenne," he murmured lovingly as he drew her forward to subtly change
their positions, her upper torso draped over him, drained of life, his
rigid cock still nestled in her sheltering heat.  She closed her eyes,
affectionately nuzzling his broad chest, looking sated, feeling limp, and
whispering heartfelt words of love, shuddering as aftershocks vibrated
through her.  Cameron lay still, giving her overheated body time to chill,
her ragged breathing to even out.  He tenderly ran a hand over her hair and
intimately kissed her forehead.  She stirred at his act of devotion,
kissing his chest; her tongue caressing his flat brown nipple.  A bright
smile flashed over her at his sharp intake of breath, could doubtlessly
feel the pulses of blood pumping into his reviving shaft, making him swell
and lengthen inside her again.

   Feeling their incendiary desires for one another reigniting, Cameron
lifted his hips with a guttural groan, pushing himself deeper.  Slowly she
rose over him, her petite hands splayed on his powerhouse chest, bracing
herself above him.  While he gripped her curvaceous hips, he was well-aware
of her slender fingers skimming appreciatively over his sweat-dampened body
feeling the hard, rigid muscles rippling under her adoring touch as they
circled his deeply-etched definition.  "You feel so good," she moaned,
breathlessly resuming riding him with achingly slow strokes, lids lowering
over stormy gray eyes as she flexed the muscled walls of her vagina, his
resurgent erection feeling like tempered steel, stretching her, filling
her.

   Adjusting himself as he lay on the rough-hewn slab of granite, small
jags digging into his back, Cameron gripped Cheyenne's curvy hips riding
him slowly while his world became nothing other than her sultry heat and
the intoxicating presence of her boundless sexuality everywhere.  The sharp
stone was ripping into his back with excruciating slowness to the point
where he thought he might just die from the torture and he didn't give a
damn.  He could lie on nails right now and he wouldn't notice or care
because his precious woman was making wanton love to him, his cock, buried
deep inside her, had never felt more at home, the raw bliss of it making
his heart pound, his body flood with overwhelming sensation.

   Cheyenne was moving smoothly over Cameron, rising up and down, picking
up momentum as she gained her own pleasure.  "I want to see you," he told
her, gripping her hips while she straightened to give him one hell of a
view.  Her hands moved to the side of her head, her fingers combing through
her hair while she looked up at the sky to present the most intoxicating
view he'd ever seen in his life.  With beads of perspiration shimmering on
her immaculate skin, sticking her hair to her cherubic cheeks, making her
skin glow and her eyes narrow, she was his Amazon, a Valkyrie.  Pagan in
her primal sensuality as she loved him ruthlessly.  She was as focused and
intense as he had ever seen her.  Wild and erotic, no one had ever made
love to him like this out here in the woods where any passing hikers could
stumble upon them.  Hell, he'd never considered making love in the
wide-open wilderness until he'd met his beloved Cheyenne.

   Cameron was again hopelessly engulfed in sensual rapture, completely
enthralled by this wildwoman, spanking her bubble-shaped butt with strokes
hard enough he knew he would leave fingerprints on her bottom.  Sweat stung
his eyes as she leaned down and bit his shoulder, hard, in retaliation.  He
watched the boundless passion swirl in her emotional eyes, was mesmerized
by her guileless expression as she growled, baring her small, sharp teeth
while she rode him with a fierce and beautiful savagery, her rhythm
perfect. Uncontrollably, she undulated her loins and buttocks as she
skewered herself down and back in banging cadence onto his fire-filled cock
pumping into her juicy sweetness, feeling her shamelessly squeezing the
silken softness of her impaled pussy on his thick length of hardness.  Her
primal mating brought them both to the point of no return before easing up
just enough to drive him wild with frustrated lust ~~ a high-speed chase
over a precipice only to slow down to the speed limit at the last second.
Cameron also bared his teeth as he took hold of Cheyenne's shimmying hips
and began fucking hard and fast into her cunny, surging inside her in
fierce upstrokes.  She responded by riding him even harder, crying out
while she bucked over him, her supple back arching to bounce even quicker
as she once more took him into her womb.  "Aaaahhh ...  make me cum ... 
oooohhhh!" she begged.  He appeasingly reached down, touching his fingers
to the succulent delta where their striving bodies joined, melded together.
Her stomach muscles visibly clenched as he unerringly found the small nub.
At first she bit her lip to keep from screaming out her release but she
couldn't contain the tremulous sounds of unbridled ecstasy that came from
deep inside her as long violent waves of turbulent sensation crashed over
her.  Her lithe body trembled in convulsions that shook her from head to
toe, bathed in a gripping orgasmic euphoria.

   Cameron didn't give Cheyenne's raucous climax time to decrease in
intensity before he took control.  With her eyes tightly closed, she had
somehow managed to continue to rise and fall during her rapturous release,
but she had been understandably losing momentum.  Now he banded his arms
around her stomach and guided her back into a pistoningly fast rhythm as he
surged into her with deep soul shaking thrusts that immediately made her
breath hiss from between clenched teeth.  The repeated impacts resounded in
her hypersensitive clitoris and sparked another heady rush of sweet
turbulence that had her screaming once more.  He was voicing his own
guttural grunts and groans as he drove on in wanton sexual abandonment but
the sound of her unabashed cries goaded him on in a whirlpool of cyclonic
lust.  `Oh God ...  don't ever let it stop' he thought dazedly, the
building erotic bliss making his mauling hands grip and clutch at her as if
she were a lowly sluttish sexslave!  His brain reeled because in truth
nothing mattered but the tremendous sensations of subliminal ecstasy
getting ready to burst inside him.

   For Cameron, heaven was about to burst open!  Wildly he strained toward
the climactic upheaval rising inside him, sensing his rampaging cock had
start to spasmodically jerk and reflexively expand.  Her internal muscles
began their telltale pulsing and he knew they were going to cum together!
When he fisted his hand in her hair, Cheyenne, bucking as wildly as the
water pouring off the cliff behind them, suddenly clenched, curved and
cried out his name every time she slapped her clit against his driving
shaft, every time she slammed his big cock into her.  He felt her
sweat-soaked body tremoring violently, heard her whimpering wail becoming a
wild banshee scream of ecstatic enchantment, and it was the trigger for his
own orgasm.  As the great cannonade of overwhelming sensuous pleasure
ripped through him, he felt his own floodgates open, ejaculating deep into
her hungrily clasping cunny channel, filling her with hot cream.  He cried
out with every fulminating explosion of scintillating pleasure that pounded
through his bloodstream shuddering from the shattering force of it, each
iridescent detonation mirrored with a jetting blast of frothy cum
fountaining inside her.  His body continued to rage with incredible and
frenzied sensations, groaning her name every time he erupted, knowing that
she took everything he had, the she would never give up until she'd spent
every drop he had to offer.

   For a long time afterwards, Cameron wasn't sure he could move ever
again, a sweet paralysis drifting languorously along the fire-charred
nexuses of his shattered nervous system.  Supremely exhausted, Cheyenne had
collapsed over him, rocking slowly back and forth, riding herself to a
flurry of progressively descending delights until they were both completely
drained, hearts beating wildly against one another's heaving chest.  It
took a lifetime for him to muster the energy to tenderly sweep the damp
curls away from her, kissing her angelic cheek, her swan-like neck as he
did, so thankful to be sharing such a wonderful day with this beautiful
woman.  "You're so soft, baby, so sweet." He nibbled and licked at the
tender skin behind her ear.  "I'll never get enough of you.  The way you
feel, the way you taste." Her stomach quivered as his hand splayed over her
soft skin.  "But, I'll let you have a few minutes to recuperate."

   Cheyenne breathed deeply and turned in her boyfriend's encircling arms.
She touched his face, smiling at the jest.  "Thanks, I've never felt so
good for so long.  I'm not so sure it was good for my system.  I'm afraid
I'll need more than a few minutes to come back down to earth." After the
rambunctious lovemaking they'd just indulged in, it would take the two of
them far more than a few minutes to regenerate.

   Cameron smiled, his lips curving as he bent to kiss her, gently at first
then more deeply.  He couldn't believe his reaction when she pressed up to
him, her kittenish tongue rubbing against his sensuously.  Even though he
still shook with the aftershocks of his eruptive orgasm, his body totally
fatigued, with a mere kiss she had brought a revivifying twitch in his
dormant penis.  He knew then just how much he wanted her; he'd never stop
wanting her.

   "Now you feel the power of nature," she breathed, eyes flashing sassily.
"It's the best aphrodisiac I've ever felt.  But..." Her glance gestured
silently downwards.

   Cameron knew what she meant.  Their sexual glow had begun to fade and
the age-old summer-sex dilemma of hot, sticky lovemaking returned.  His
wilted penis was drenched in their combined fluids.  She was even messier,
sweat, semen and girlcum all foaming down the smooth cleft of her
thoroughly plundered sex.  But there in Sawtooth ~~ unlike in his condo in
Blue Bay or even her cottage on the Wixanachee Reservation ~~ relief was
only a step away.

   In unison, Cameron and Cheyenne rolled off the scorchingly hot rock and
into the cool, inviting water to swim lazily to the falls.  They climbed
out of the deep pool and let the refreshingly chill shower from the water
pouring over Lover's Leap cleanse their bodies and souls.  He was amazed to
discover the crash of cold, clear mountain water against overheated naked
flesh was the ultimate sensual denouement after a sizzling session of
simmering sex on a hot summer day.  Standing beneath those cascading
waters, he felt intoxicated by a drug far more potent than any narcotic and
knew he would be addicted for life.

   After grabbing their discarded clothing, still scattered along the banks
of Naked Creek, Cameron and Cheyenne giggled and laughed about her
camouflaged undies as they dressed in the waning light of the
late-afternoon sun.  They took their time wandering back to their campsite,
meandering about in an unhurried nature walk, so it was nearly dusk by the
time they reached the grassy clearing.  They lit a fire and cuddled besides
the crackling flames, listening to all the untamed sounds of the forest
emanating from the darkened gloom ~~ the high-pitched peepers, the chirping
crickets, the swaying boughs of the palmetto blowing in the increasingly
gusty winds.  She told him that after making love outdoors for the first
time, way back when she was still in high school, she became hooked.  She
had sensed he might be a little uptight about the idea of having sex in the
wild and wanted to take him to the right setting for his first time instead
of settling for her backyard.  This was a favorite spot of hers, she said.

   "So I'm not the first guy you've brought to Naked Creek?" Cameron teased
her.

   "No, but I hope this is just the first of many visits," Cheyenne
answered.  He responded with a long deep kiss in the dancing firelight.

   Unfortunately, as will happen in the Blue Bay area in the sultry heat of
high summer, a violent thundershower blew into the Fens at that moment,
huge raindrops splattering down upon them in a torrential rain shower.  The
tent was so small it didn't allow any significant maneuvering so the pair
stripped off their clothes in a shrieking frenzy before taking refuge from
the fulminating thunderstorm in their flimsy nylon shelter.

   Huddled, naked together in the leaky tent while the storm raged outside,
they were noth soon horny.  Their first tentative embraces heated into
tongue-filled kisses and they were well on their way to a delicious session
of sex when Cheyenne, who had been playfully groping at her boyfriend's
thickening penis, her nails scratching lightly over his big balls, suddenly
started sliding downwards.  He asked her what she was doing but she shushed
him with that glint in her eyes that he found irresistible.  Then her
expertly foreplaying lips were kissing his chest, stomach and inner thighs,
building him to still higher a fever pitch.

   "What would you like me to do, Cameron?" Cheyenne teased as she wrapped
her slender fingers around the hefty girth of his throbbing erection

   "Suck my cock!" he groaned.

   "Yes, baby," she murmured and, as if in obeyance, she brought her steamy
mouth to the blunted head of his pulsating penis and slickly swirled her
tongue over the sensitive flesh, making him moan shamelessly.

   As it was pitch black in the tent, Cameron couldn't see what Cheyenne
was doing, but recognized the familiar tactile sensations of one of her
lustier blowjobs.  Normally, when his lovely girlfriend was performing
fellatio upon him, he looked right at her.  Like most men, he enjoyed
watching and making eye contact while her pillowy lips lavishly slid up and
down his beefy pole.  But he couldn't do that now, and he realized his
other senses were free to experience the richness of what was going on.  He
could hear the driving rain splashing down on the tent in a ferocious
rhythm punctuated by the occasional resounding clap of fast-approaching
thunder.  He could smell the pine from the forest, just like the air
freshener in his car only much more redolent and made all the more
intriguing by the undertones of his girlfriend's spicily perfumed arousal
beginning to scent the steamy air.  And, of course, there was the amazingly
erotic feeling of her caressing fingers, nipping teeth and swiping tongue
wreaking havoc upon his most tender flesh.

   "Oh, yeah, that's it, Cheyenne," Cameron breathed when she plunged her
head forward, allowing him to feel the incredible hot moistness of her
salivating mouth close butter-like over the plump glans, felt her searing
tongue licking tiny circles of fire around the burly shaft.  He grabbed
handfuls of her hair and guided her downwards as she took him deep, far
enough that the blunted tip touched the back of her throat.  Knowing that
she enjoyed feeling submissive when she fellated him, he began tugging on
her silky mane, forcing her up and down while she slurped noisily upon his
aching cock.  The air in the tent grew steamy as he fell into a reverie,
completely immersed in his beloved's hungrily nursing mouth as well as the
storming crashing of nature's unbridled fury.

   Without warning, Cheyenne, keeping her gripping hold and her suckling
mouth on Cameron's erection, nimbly twisted about and the next thing he
knew he was writhing beneath her, moved so that they were her feet-to-head,
her juicy slit directly above his hungering mouth in the classic 69
position.

   "Sorry, but this is making me very horny," Cheyenne whispered
breathlessly the moment she had stopped moving, masturbatorily stroking his
slippery rod.

   "Sorry!" he replied.  "Nothing to be sorry about at all.  Just open your
legs a little wider for me and let me taste your sweet honey."

   When she spread her knees accomodatingly, giving him access, he moved
his face moved toward her uptilted rump, parted her fleshy folds and buried
his face in her gooey cunny.  When he licked her from her swollen clit all
the way to that sensitive area between her molten core and vulnerable anus
in a single swipe of his unfurled tongue, there was a sudden jerk of
contracted muscles in the wantonly excited lady, and she sluttishly pressed
closer to his pussy-pleasing mouth.  The very abandonment, the complete
capitulation to innate sensuality by this incredibly uninhibited woman
overwhelmed him and blotted out all thoughts except the delicious
soixante-neuf debauchery of which he was a willing partner.

   Cheyenne, the practiced fellatrix that she was, was possessively
grasping the root of his virile erection, tugging firmly on his engorged
length while she suckled him, twirling her dexterous tongue faster and
faster around the thick edge of his bulbous crown.  Then she began to feed
voraciously upon him, taking him deep with the accomplished expertise of a
woman in love with the selfless joys of sucking cock.  Blinded by the
darkness, he could only envision the erotic sight of her convoluted lips
rippling up and down the vein-crossed column, watched the soft skin of her
mouth pucker outward and then back in as she sawed the full entirety of his
dauntingly-sized penis until only a small stretch of it showed pink and
glistening.

   Cameron refocused on orally thrilling his sexy Cheyenne, drawing her
firm rounded buttocks down over his gobbling mouth so that he was sunk
nose-deep in her soft-rimmed cunny.  He held her tightly with both hands on
her flexing rump, kneading her ass as he thirstily licked her succulent
pussy, teasingly thrusting his own writhing tongue up between the tender
labia.  With each lush lick, he made her wetter, and hotter, taking her to
the sweet edge.  When he plunged inside her tasty wetness, fucking her with
his churning tongue, he heard her gasp and almost pause deepthroating him
but managed to keep going, renewing her gorging with frenzied motion,
lightly scraping her teeth along his length just to get even with him for
what he was doing to her.

   With lightning flashing and thunder crashing all around them, Cameron
knew even at the time this would be a priceless erotic moment he would
treasure forever.  Cheyenne's responsive pussy was contracting and opening
around his ravishing mouth while she swayed above him, completely out of
control.  He could feel her muscles cord as he worked slave-like, and when
he plunged two fingers into her creamy depths while sucking on her
clitoris, sucking and biting the chubby nubbin tenderly, he felt fresh
flows of her nectarous secretions rivuleting down his throat.  He sensed
she was straining badly, felt her mouth and cheeks still valiantly sucking
at his penis, kittenish teasing the underside of his lengthy column on the
upstrokes, but knew it was just a matter of time.

   Deciding to spur the inevitable, Cameron began whirring the tip of his
tongue in whipping slashes across the tip of her clit, fiercely reaming the
sensuous little button, making her churn and undulate in a lewd dance of
seething desire above him.  Her bobbling breasts danced as she continued to
suck voraciously, her pumping mouth making his own pressure dangerous
spiral.  Desperate to fend off the anarchic orgasm that was menacingly
racing toward him like a freight train, he roughly sucked on her clit while
reaching up and smacked her ass cheek hard with the flat of his hand. 
Cheyenne lost it, the irrefutable cry of her tumultuous bliss sounding
above the thunderous storm.  She screamed out her orgasm, snaking her heels
against his shoulders and rubbed her fervently heaving cunny in an
uncontrolled, tormented surge.  While her girlcum sprayed hotly across his
face, he kept sucking and licking and spanking her, sensing the typhooning
waves of deliquescent rapture washing over, making her buck and arch both
her back and head in an uncontrollable quaking of body, driving her beyond
sanity.

   When Cheyenne could take no more, she let his fully-tumescent cock slide
wetly from her gasping mouth.  "Please, Cameron, stop."

   There were no loving preliminaries this time around.  Leaning down,
Cameron snaked an arm about Cheyenne's waspish waist and rolled her onto
her back.  Grasping her thighs, he climbed into the welcoming cradle of her
loins, pinioning her splayed legs about his lower torso as he nestled the
hefty glans amongst her lubricious labia.  His eagerly pulsing cock was
hard as iron, his irregular breathing as heavily panting as hers, and the
instinctive drive to take her again was quickly making him insane.  Bending
his head, he kissed one plumpened nipple then the other, loving the feel of
her hot nakedness beneath his mouth.  Then he kissed her, sliding his
tongue between her pursing lips.  She responded by snaking her slender arms
around his broad shoulders as she exceeded the fervor of his hungry kisses,
her debauched suckling of his lingual organ firing his primal needs until
an eruptive volcano burned in his sexual core.

   Cameron lifted his head, his gaze remaining intently locked to
Cheyenne's as he entered into her soaked pussy with a single smooth stroke,
the darkening in her blue eyes to an intense sapphire making their joining
both erotic and profound.  When he slid deeper inside the warm snugness of
her harboring vagina, he felt her tighten around him as she let out a
wordless sound of purring pleasure.  Clutching his shoulders for leverage,
she snapped her hips upward, her head lolling as his full length slithered
into her gooey depths.

   "God, you're so fucking tight, Cheyenne," he whispered, his hands
gripping her crescent-curved hips.  "So hot and wet I could drown in you."
She moaned weakly at the obscenity, whimpering with her salacious need. 
"Now, make love to me, Cheyenne.  Fuck me with your pretty pussy."

   Closing her eyes, she contracted her silky inner flesh of her clenching
cunny around the full length of his erection as Cameron leaned into her and
began to pump inside her.  He relished the alluring aroma of impassioned
sex, fresh sweat, smashed grass and rich earth that, combined with the
fist-tight heat clamped joyfully onto his sluicing cock, overwhelmed his
senses.  He loved the way she humped against him, her pussy drizzled in
slick fire, the pulse of lubricating fluid generously spilling from her
velvety membranes, making them both hotter, wetter, but the tightened
muscles never let go of his flesh.  Her inner contours fitted about him
perfectly and she was squeezing, releasing, grabbing, tugging him, meeting
him thrust for delicious thrust as he drove himself in deep corkscrewing
thrusts.

   The wind and rain continued to assault Cameron and Cheyenne's entwined
bodies, rumbling thunder echoing boomingly off the Rocky Tops, the squall's
ferocity whetting their own innate lust.  Her bawdily encouraging cries
grew louder, and as he joined her in the twisted throes of an escalating
passion, he began jamming his hips, sensing the complete dilation of her
teeming cunny as it suctioned in time to his rampant cock's rhythmic
throbs. Her moistly clinching cunny was sliding up and down the skewering
trunk, the salacious mouth up between her thighs absorbing the glistening
length of his lust-engorged rod on every spiking thrust.  The cords of his
neck straining, his chest heaving, he responded by slamming into her
harder, until every muscle in his hunched back, his flexing ass and
leveraging legs screamed in exhaustion.  His pistoning erection was
brutally hard, viciously sensitized, and only seconds from exploding and
still he strove to give her what she wanted, what she needed.

   Cameron and Cheyenne's sex was raw animal lust, two more wildings in
mating heat rutting in the forest primeval, but at the same time it was
cloaked in an insulating blanket of selfless love that only a couple in
complete harmony with each other and with mother nature will ever know the
joy of feeling.  With the storm reaching its tempestuous climax, barbed
bolts of lightning and cannonading blasts of thunder rending the sky, he
felt the quaking shudders rush in a rapturous crescendo through her arching
body, heard her sigh, moan, pant and whimper until all those sexy sounds
joined into one mellifluous cry of the sweetest ecstasy.  He followed her
swiftly, roaring out his bestial cry of feral pleasure as he felt his cock
swell, stretching her, his creamy seed spewing quickly and powerfully into
the rich depths of her fertile body.  Seeming to emanate from some secret,
primordial place in his brain, fiery surges of cauterizing bliss billowed
through him in one immolating rush after another

   For a long time, they lay in their serenity, hearts thumping against
each other in the same sexy rhythm of the rain falling outside, slowly
stilling in cadence and intensity as the summer rainstorm slowly faded
away. She uncurled her leanly muscular leg, releasing the death grip she'd
had on his hips, allowing his manhood to slip away.  Her breasts were still
bobbling in her exhaustion and a smile curled her lips as she snuggled up
against her man, whispering into his ear, "I may be able to bike for hours,
but you exhaust me in minutes."

   Their tenderly touching hands soothed one another, eased each other into
sleep.  Satisfaction unlike anything he had known washed over him then.  It
settled through his body, warmed his soul.  And as Cameron pulled Cheyenne
closer to his body, knowing she was safe in his securing embrace, and
allowed himself to drifted into a sweet, sated slumber, he knew he loved
her.

   The next morning, Cameron and Cheyenne woke with the sun and, after a
quick cleansing dip in the nearby babbling brook, they slipped au naturel
into the secluded grove of mangrove and cypress trees to make long,
leisurely love on a bed of springy moss with nothing but the azure sky
overhead and the warm sunrays caressing their entwined bodies.  Afterwards,
they enjoyed a breakfast of piping-hot oatmeal and bananas cooked over the
campfire.  Less than an hour later, they had repacked their gear and were
pedaling their bikes back along the abandoned logging lanes to the main
park entrance, this time opting for the route that would take them climbing
up into the Rocky Tops.

   Cameron had done some cursory reading about the local mountain range but
he wasn't prepared for just how dramatic the change in scenery would be. 
In less than two hours, they biked from the swampy lowlands that bordered
the fens with their dense semi-tropical growth and scattered with mangrove
and cypress trees to an equally breathtaking but vastly different
landscape. Now the terrain had become rocky and they were biking among
spectacularly sheer granite cliffs, lonely spires and remote canyons, made
all the more haunting by the solitude: in all the time they had been
riding, they'd seen only two other people, a pair of mountain-bikers
whooping and hollering as they raced downwards at breakneck speeds.  While
the climb was becoming increasingly arduous due to the steepening of the
incline and the road itself becoming progressively more rugged, it was well
worth it.  They were left alone to enjoy the natural splendors of the
dramatic setting ~~ and each other.

   Dazzled by what he was seeing, Cameron was startled when he noticed
Cheyenne gesticulating toward the side of the road.  They stopped in a
craggy nook that he guessed must have been what was once a cave but was
slowly being eroded down by the unforgiving elements into the modest rocky
alcove it had become.  Suddenly aware that he was parched, he drew his tube
from his Camelback and took several long deep pulls, deciding the lukewarm
tap water might well have been the tastiest water he'd ever savored. 
Glancing over at his girlfriend, he found her with her face to the wall,
arms posted against the wall to allow her to arch her back and flex her
limber legs with all the feline grace of a stretching cat.  Her position
flaunted the dynamic flow of her hips and the lush globes of her
callipygian ass curved out sexily behind her.

   "Hey, big guy, like what you see?" Cheyenne asked vampishly over her
shoulder when she noticed her boyfriend's ogling stare.  He made a
pre-emptive move toward her to show her just how much, but she deftly
pirouetted from his grasp before abruptly pivoting to step toward him. 
With all the speed and accuracy of a striking cobra, she grabbed hold of
his wrists then, utilizing leverage and the well-toned strength of her
lower body, backed him hard against the cave wall, pinning his flailing
arms to his flanks, keeping them from touching her luscious body.  Instead
of caressing her soft skin, his palms scraped against the abrasive
roughness of the jagged granite.

   Cheyenne leaned to provocatively lick the corners of Cameron's lips, her
tongue hot and wet, then pressed forward to kiss her man full on the mouth,
her pouty lips covering his, her tongue, wet and greedy, audaciously
probing his mouth, stroking over his.  The soulful smooch brought out his
base instinct to take her quickly, but despite the torrid heat of her kiss,
she was deliberately careful not to let any other part of her desirable
body touch his.  She was close, so intimately close that he could feel the
bodyheat radiating from her, but far enough away so that he couldn't quite
reach her.  When he aggressively thrust his hips to reach her, his cock
throbbing in demand, she retaliated by using her pinioning hands to keep
him pressed back forcefully against the cave wall.

   Cheyenne quelled Cameron's little rebellion by tilting her head, her
lips slanting over his, making her kiss more insistent, demanding.  When he
refused to suckle her sinuous tongue into his mouth, she licked at his
teeth, nipped at his lips until they parted with a hot gasp.  With a fierce
growl, he could not help but begin drawing upon her, suckling and nibbling,
slurping heartily upon her lingual organ as though he were lapping up a
particularly tasty ice-cream cone.  He could feel her body growing hotter,
smell the rich, feminine scent of her arousal wrapping around him, drowning
him in the perfumed scent of her bawdy lusts.

   That was enough teasing for Cameron, the primitive need to fuck
Cheyenne, to mark her as his woman and his alone, pounded in his brain, in
his body.  But just as he was about to combatively yank his hands out of
her fettering grasp, she suddenly pulled back.  Dancing merrily away,
deliberately taunting him with undulant waggles of her curvaceous ass, she
scooped up her backpack, shrugging it onto her shoulders as she mounted her
bicycle, and resumed the trek up the path.  Dumbfounded, he was too
surprised to do anything but stand there and groan his vexation.  She
looked back over her shoulder and gifted him with a dazzling smile.

   "We have some mountains to climb, remember," Cheyenne said sassily
through her glowing grin.

   All Cameron could do at that point was follow this wicked woman,
muttering discontentedly.  It's not easy trying to ascend a mountain on a
bike with a raging hard-on, and the view he had of Cheyenne from behind did
little to ease his aching erection.  He remarked again how slim and
muscular her breathtakingly long legs were, and the sleek contours of her
lovely rump flexed and rippled under her spandex bicycle shorts every time
she pedaled forward.  He started thinking lecherously about that fine ass,
the buoyant cheeks just big enough to cup in his hands.  A diabolical plan
for "revenge" began to unfold in his head.

   The day, that had begun invigoratingly cool in the morning, was getting
steadily hotter as they continued to climb, so they took another hydration
break before starting on what Cheyenne said would be the final leg of their
journey.  They were well into the Rocky Tops now, the area growing ever
more harsh and barren, the peak that was their final destination rising
from a lush green valley on the opposing side.  The spartan grey granite of
the mount itself was stained in brilliant red and pumpkin-orange hues, the
result of copper deposits, she explained.  Cameron said nothing, awed by
the overwhelming silence that surrounded them.  Except for the occasional
chattering of gray jays and the susurrating whisper of the wind over the
stone, all was perfectly still.  With less than an hour of climbing left
and most of a day still ahead of them, they could take their time.  All was
right with the world.

   Cameron gingerly sat down on a weather-worn boulder in the shade of the
mountain as Cheyenne leaned against the cliff wall in front of him.  With
her eyes shut and her head thrown back, rivulets of perspiration coursing
over her neck to gather in her tank top, he could tell even she was not
immune to the debilitating effects of the grueling climb.  She was panting
slightly as she guzzled deep from her water, nostrils flaring as she
inhaled deeply the clean mountain air.  A few wispy bangs of her tousled
mane had escaped her practical ponytail, the dense curls clinging wetly to
her perspiration-dewed neck.  Just looking at her like that, her slender
neck exposed, her bee-stung lips pursed about the Camelback's nozzle, set
his penis stirring restlessly again.

   Cameron quietly stood up and ran his hands caressingly down her slick
neck, making her contentedly sigh.  Then he kissed that downy-smooth,
moistly salty expanse of bare skin, tasting the invigorating salt of her
sweat.  When he stealthily loped his arms around her to cup her hard-tipped
breasts with the utmost gentleness through her tank top, she shuddered
slightly and he once more could feel the heat coming off her in waves. 
Shifting around so that he was standing in front of her, he slipped his
massaging hands to her rolling hips, kneading the doughy softness of her
supple buns, pulling the hemispheres farther apart with each tantalizing
rub, just the way she likes it.  Her head lolled back and her eyes
fluttered shut as he leaned down to suckle upon her nipples poking
impudently against the restraining layers of cloth, the fabric of her top
growing damp as he licked his tongue over the hard, pointed tips in time to
the deep suckling motions of his mouth.

   Cheyenne's scent, as wild and sweet as a summer thunderstorm, was the
scent of clean air and raw sex and it made him feel his own breathing
roughen, his swollen cock already so hard, so engorged with animal lust
that the exquisite agony of it was nearly overwhelming.  He had a sudden
impulse to take her right then and there, standing up, her back pressed
against the cliff wall, and the way she had begun to whimperingly mewl,
arching her back in that age-old sign of female willingness, he could see
how badly she wanted this too.  But as his groping hands clutched at the
cushiony globes of her backside, he had an unbidden, darker urge: anal sex.
He couldn't explain it.  It made no sense.  Yet, he couldn't deny it.  He
wanted to turn her instantly to her stomach, raise her hips, tear apart
those flimsy shorts and mount her immediately.  Assure himself that she was
his, completely his, submitting to the sexuality between them.

   When Cheyenne would ask later him about his motivations later, Cameron
would tell her the reason was he wanted to thrill her, titillate her, then
leave her begging, whetting her desires so that when they did consummate
later on, it would be that more intense.  And, yes, perhaps the idea of
petty vengeance, of leaving her gasping and desperately horny just as he
had been an hour or so earlier, came into play.  And while all of that was
true, what he didn't say was the real reason he stopped: the overwhelming
need, the near-irresistible compulsion to assure himself that she would
submit to his every need.  That she would give herself, no matter how he
needed her.  And it was pondering those unspoken urges to dominate her and
the unfamiliar emotions that went along with it that raced through his head
as he resumed the ascension, fully aware of the baleful look her eyes were
stabbing into his back as they cycled upwards.  With his lust-swollen cock
throbbing excruciatingly with every beat of his heart, he knew it wouldn't
be long before he just had to fuck his hot little lady.  The only question
now was...

   The particular mountain they were climbing in the Rocky Tops was a broad
column of rough hewn granite with a remarkably flat top.  The flanks of
this elevated plateau were brutally steep and made the last 45 minutes
laboriously punishing, so when they both reached the summit, they were
supremely fatigued.  Weary from the trek, Cameron collapsed, panting and
groaning, trying to keep from chugging down great swallows of his water
that he knew would come right back up from his queasy stomach if he wasn't
careful.

   When he turned over, limbs still wobbly but slowly recovering, he saw
Cheyenne near the edge of the precipice retrieving a bottle of Hugo
Cachelier, their favorite champagne, and two long-stemmed glasses from her
backpack.  It was the pièce de résistance of an elegant dinner she had
arrayed on a big quilt she had spread that also included a bowl of plump
shrimp, wheat crackers with Asiago cheese and a frosted croissant apiece.
She laughed merrily at his befuddled expression, explaining that she had
been very careful in her packing and had slipped the shrimp and champagne
in the icy mountain stream that had run past their first campsite to keep
it cold.  While he wouldn't have called the crisply effervescent liquid
exactly chilled, it was definitely as cool and as delicious as the rest of
the meal.  Chuckling at her ingenuity, the loving couple clinked the
crystal flutes and toasted their six months of dating.

   While they savored the tasty delicacies Cheyenne had brought for them,
the pair soaked in the awesome 360-degree vista before them.  There was
nothing quite like seeing the Rocky Tops laid out in all their craggy
magnificence, the great granite slabs descending into the vast lush swamps
that are The Fens in one direction, tapering down into the more gentle
Majestic Hills in the other, Blue Bay's skyscrapers gleaming like spikes of
pearl in the hazy distance.  He saw no motion whatsoever, just the
panoramic view, the overarching sky and the fiery sun.  The air was
slightly cooler up here, but the noonday sun's blazing rays were still
scorchingly hot and when there were lulls in the conversation, both Cameron
and Cheyenne would turn their faces into the fierce orb, the zephyring
winds gently blowing through their hair.  It was like standing on a cloud,
the impression made all the more real by the deep silence and profound
sense of solitude, their only companion an eagle soaring along the
updrafts.

   "Come on," Cheyenne suddenly said, setting her champagne glass to one
side, licking off a wayward droplet.  "Let's get naked." With that, she
leapt to her feet, hurriedly pulling her still-damp tank top and sports bra
off in one smooth motion.  Her shoes were next and her shorts soon
followed, puddling on the ground as she stepped gracefully out of them. 
Just like that, her beautiful, near-nude body was exposed to the sun's
golden radiance.  The previously milky skin of her breasts now bore a
lightly coppery, allover tan, the natural result of their bawdy outdoor
exploits the previous day.  Rising up on tiptoe to flaunt her curves, he
was amazed how natural her nakedness looked among the rocks.  But when she
suddenly pirouetted to sashay like a supermodel down the catwalk, he had to
laugh at her uninhibited exuberance, watching her with wide eyes as she
pranced off to explore their surroundings, her hair flowing wildly behind
her.

   Rising to his feet, Cameron chased after his silly girlfriend, Cheyenne
allowing him to catch her after a short trip around the rock back where
they had started, her bare feet wriggling on the quilt.

   "Want something?" she asked flirtatiously when he grabbed her hourglass
hips.

   "What do you think?' he growled, voice thick with desire, his resurgent
penis stirring rapidly to life, forming an uncomfortable bulge in his
shorts.

   "I think you might be a little horny," she sighed, provocatively
waggling her heart-shaped buns under the camouflage panties she still wore.

   Cheyenne's sex was mere inches from Cameron's hand.  "I'm more than a
little horny," he breathed as he touched her there, stroking the shiny
material stretched tautly across the groove of her pussy.  "And you're one
to talk," he teased as he curved his hand around her loins, her initial
trembles becoming far more noticeable.

   When Cheyenne spun on her heels, her body, gleaming in the mountain air,
was streaked with sweat and exuding wanton desire.  "This just isn't fair,"
she hissed, reaching down for his fly and struggling to get his shorts off.
Whereas he was tender when undressing her, she was greedy, and that was
fine by him.  He gave her a hand as she worked frantically and when she
yanked them down in record time to band about his knees, he kicked them
off, remaining only in his blatantly bulging boxers.  She brashly gripped
his burgeoning erection with a firm hand, squeezing the swelling tip as the
pearlescent pre-come seeped through the front of his blatantly tenting
underwear.  As she stroked him up and down, he wanted to tell her to slow
down, that it would be too quick, but she obviously had other ideas.

   Cheyenne wasted no time, but when she hauled down his sweat-dampened
boxers with a single hard tug, letting them drop unceremoniously to the
ground, her breath audibly caught.  A deep blush tinged her angelic
features and her expression became infused with carnal lust as she stared
at him through heavy-lidded eyes, appreciatively gazing at the way his
powerful shoulders and thickly-muscled arms tapered down to a narrow waist
and hips.  She lingered on his long legs, brawny thighs and, most
shamelessly, on his partially erect penis dangling heavily between his
legs. Seeing her shiver with her insistent urgency, her wanton need, made
his dauntingly-sized cock inflate to its full proportions, wobbling
clumsily under its meaty bulk, aching with the need to be inside of her.

   Cameron reached out and touched his beloved's cherubic cheek, her
flushed skin warm against his.  Her dreamy gaze met his as he brushed his
lips to hers.  The bulky swell of his tumescent pressed demandingly against
her tummy, feeling her silky softness against the blood-inflated tip
inflaming him with heat and need that melted bone and muscle.  He caught
her about her tapered waist and pulled her tight against him, crushing
their mouths together, thrusting his tongue demandingly between her parted
lips.  She twined her arms about his neck, rubbed her pillowy breasts
against his chest and kissed him hard, the kiss full of hot-blooded lust
and letting him know how much she wanted him.  She rubbed her sex, still
veiled by her flimsy thong, against his thigh, making sure he felt the
sultry wetness of her desire, the deliciously sticky sensation making his
heart start hammering.

   In a rush of mad desire, Cameron touched his lips to Cheyenne's neck,
feeling her sun-drenched skin warm and inviting.  She shivered as he kissed
his way to the tender curve of her shoulder.  When he bent to her chest and
began seductively brushing his lips in the creamy valley between her
breasts and then all around them, she sighed breathlessly.  He cupped the
firm mounds in his massaging hands and closed his steamy mouth over one
nipple, then the other, the fleshy little nubs puckering quickly in the
open air.  He circled them with his tongue and nibbled gently, sending
tremors of delight through her body.  The lovers' hands clasped briefly and
then she reached her arms up and back, the motion pushing out her chest,
making her breasts look like teardrops.  As he suckled lush and deep,
nursing upon her nourishing flesh, he could feel her arousal blossoming to
new levels, could scent the liquid heat flowing and pooling in her needy
pussy, could sense want and need burning through her veins and arteries.

   Cheyenne abruptly drew away, announcing softly, "I really need you
inside of me now.  I want you to fuck me doggystyle."

   That suggestion suited Cameron fine and he watched as she shimmied out
of her panties, the gusset of the camouflaged thong visibly sopping.  With
her usual ladylike grace, she assumed that position, shifting her hands and
knees on the cushioning quilt as he admired her strong back and saw the way
her voluptuous asscheeks spread so deliciously, so wide-open and inviting
as she crouched.  He shook his head in wonder, eternally admiring his lusty
girlfriend's uninhibited nature and imaginative spirit.  Nothing quite
melded with their natural surroundings than to have sex in that most animal
of positions.  There would be time later for languid lovemaking, for
luxurious kiss and gazing into one anothers' eyes as they shared
themselves, body and soul.  But now, seeing his wild woman on her knees in
front of him, her long hair tangled, her creamy cheeks spread to the cool
mountain wind, he was being driven crazy by the thought of it, the only
thing to do: a good, hard fuck.

   Dropping to his knees behind Cheyenne, Cameron looked intently at the
cheeks of her gorgeous rear end swelling out toward him, creamy smooth and
begging to be ravished.  As he began stroking her from hip to thigh, he saw
her tiny nether opening, a tiny dimpled depression, and below the pink
petals of her labia gleaming with a copious flow of her natural lubricant.
She maintained a token strip of pubic hair because, she had explained, she
wanted her pussy to look like a woman's, not a little girl's, but from the
rear perspective, as her boyfriend saw her now, her tempting cunny looked
completely clean-shaven.

   "For six hours, now, I've been thinking about your pretty ass," Cameron
murmured before lowering his head, thinking about all the time he'd been
watching her curvy butt prancing tauntingly in front of him as he began
teasingly nipping one of the buoyant globes.  He licked the fleshy crease
between her hemispheres, teasing her with slow, wet strokes in an inventive
combination of tongue, lips and teeth on her naked flesh and was thrilled
to feel his inspired efforts sent a shiver up her spine.  She instinctively
arched upwards, her hungry cunny desperately seeking something to grind
against.  "That's the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

   "What is?" He loved the huskiness in her voice.

   "Your heart-shaped ass inviting me.  Your pussy, primed and ready,
wanting me."

   When Cameron slid his hand her thighs, skating the tip of his index
finger across the slippery lips, a tortured groan tore from his throat.  He
sucked in a deep breath and ran along her silky-wet folds, caressing the
slick heat he found there, deliberately working her up into an even greater
state of arousal.  She was so doused with her lubricious nectar that when
he found her center and dipped, two fingers were suctioned right into her
gooey grotto.  Churning the digits in rotating sweeps, tapping his
honey-drenched thumb up over her clitoral hood, he watched her succulent
pink flesh cinching tight upon the welcome invaders.  Her plush labia
looked so inviting, an irresistible temptation, and he willingly
surrendered.

   Grabbing the bottle of Hugo Cachelier that was lying nearby, Cameron
poured the remnants over her wriggling mound.  Cheyenne gasped as the
chilled liquid dribbled over her skin then gasped once more when he bent
over to lick the length of her split, starting with the starred depression
of her anus and working his way to the juicy groove of her sex.  When he
slipped his twisting tongue between her thickened labia to drink her
ambrosia, she was so wet that he had a mouthful of her sweet, tangy
essence, laced with the intoxicating Champagne, in seconds.  He was amazed
when her hips lifted and she began whimpering "Please" over and over again.
Recognizing the imminent crisis, he focused on her clit, alternately
sucking it and flicking it, and was amazed when she grabbed fistfuls of his
hair as she writhed and whimpered with the cauterizing flashfire of the
scorching mini-orgasm that burned through her.

   Shocked at the sudden ferocity of his girlfriend's abrupt climax,
Cameron was carefully swabbing up her flowing wetness, thinking she might
need some time and tenderness to recuperate in the aftermath, but such was
not the case.  The precipitant rapture, as intense as it had been, had
served only to whet her hunger, because when she turned she looked anything
but satisfied, her face blotchy, her lust seething from her pores. 
"Cheyenne, baby, I do love you," she hissed through gritted teeth in her
somehow-sexy desperate fury, her eyes dark, dazed with her fuming arousal,
her throttled growl shocking them both.  "But I really need you to fuck me
now!"

   Cameron moved over Cheyenne and positioned himself quickly until her
bare thighs touching his and his juttingly erect penis was pressed against
the crease of her buttocks.  When he placed his hand on the curve of her
rump, he couldn't help but notice the small tight hole of her anus awaiting
him.  He had a sudden overwhelming desire to possess that dark, forbidden
spot.  He knew he couldn't simply take her there, force himself into the
narrow depths of her anus, without properly preparing her.  Besides, she
was wriggling her butt impatiently, her greedy pussy straining toward his
spearing erection.  He'd never seen her so horny, so frantic and he
willingly slid his thickened cock downwards.  But even as he lined up his
rampant organ with her puffy vulva, the thick tip nudging her silken
wetness, a part of his mind was still consumed with the a fever flowing
hard and fast through his veins to fuck her ass.

   Cameron's thoughts of sodomy disappeared as he probed once, twice into
her hungry depths, the feel of her warm pussy sliding over the bulbous tip
warming, relaxing, yet firing a deeper need as the hunger became a
compulsion, a hard demand that left him gasping.  He grimaced, then plunged
his throbbing cock inside her with one hard stroke, slipping right into
her, filling her voracious cunny with his thickness.  She had been looking
over shoulder at him, eyes glittering in the dazzling sunlight, but now she
threw her head back as her succulent channel twitched in jubilant relief.
He watched her gasp for breath as if she couldn't breathe, saw her fingers
clenched so tightly she was whitening her knuckles.  He knew what she was
feeling because he was awash in them too, the deliquescent heat of her
inner membranes rejoicingly squeezing about his immersed manhood inciting
the violent arousal that pushed him past any previous perceptions of need.

   "Cameron.  Cameron, help me." Cheyenne breathed in a tortured whisper
when he caressed his kissing lips along her shoulders, raking her with his
teeth.  "Please...Cameron, please.  Fuck me."

   He groaned at her shoulder as they began to move as one, their melded
bodies flowing into one another, eager for this consummation.  He wallowed
in the decadent feeling of his hot shaft dragging past the velvety muscles
of her cunny gripping him so sensuously he swore it might kill him, only to
return the brutal pleasure with a lunging instroke.  She began bucking back
roughly so he anchored her shimmying hips with his hands and thrust into
her greedily clenching cunny again and again, driving his meaty rod deeper
within her until the knobby tip was hitting bottom.  Drenched with her
libidinous need, she welcomed his long and hard length, the smooth hard
strokes that filled her, answered her needs, satisfied her pulsing flesh
and kept her insatiable body clamoring for more.

   Cameron glanced around at their intimate haven of rocky splendor, saw
only the pinnacles of the surrounding Rocky Top Mountains etched against
the achingly beautiful sky as the only observers to him pounding Cheyenne's
sopping hole.  He adored the way the heat of the shining sun warmed his
back as much as the warm suppleness of his beloved's body.  He loved the
way her elegantly sloped back and curved buttocks seemed to glow in the
golden sunlight, the lovely expanse only marred when she threw her head
back, lavish hair tumbling over her shoulders.  He couldn't resist laying
back over her to nuzzle into that lovely mane, stroking her perspiration
sheened flanks with his hands while pressing his mouth to erotically nip at
one of her secret erogenous place: the bare skin behind her ear.  He liked
the feeling of riding her bareback, of taking her the way a prized stallion
takes a mare in heat, his big balls slapping against her uptilted ass as
she zestfully met him thrust for energetic thrust, and it wasn't long
before she said the words he'd been longing to hear.

   "Please, Cameron," Cheyenne panted.  "Harder."

   "You want it harder?' Even as he asked the question, he slid his hands
down to her haunches, gripping the pliable flesh suggestively.

   "Yes.  Fuck me hard!"

   When Cameron, rising up and clutching her rolling hips for balance,
began sledging his big cock into her with almost mindless fervor, she cried
out at the intensified sensations.  Her supple body responded with feverish
enthusiasm, her thighs tautening, the satiny muscles of her vacuuming cunny
tightening on his pistoning shaft until he could feel the thick veins
throbbing with rushing blood.  Cheyenne was an innately horny girl, but
he'd never seen her so wound up and knew it was because they were outside,
the magnificent setting continuing to stoke the flames of their blazing
passion, the thermal breezes hitting their sweaty skin and brilliant
sunshine illuminating them that felt primal and deeply satisfying.  She
grunted ferally and it was so easy to imagine themselves as two wild
animals, rutting as nature had intended them.  Never before had they fucked
so savagely.

   Caught up in this bestial eroticism, Cameron grabbed hold of Cheyenne's
long hair once more and held it firmly like reins as he rammed into her. 
She indicated that in her primitive state she liked this so he tugged a bit
harder, every hammering deepstroke that battered at the entrance to her
womb stoking his lust higher, driving both further into the whirling
maelstrom.  Her shuddery moans mingled with his animalistic grunts, fiery
heat pouring from their bodies as skin slapped skin.  He looked down in
gaping fascination, saw the familiar but intensely erotic sight of her
beestung labial lips suckling slavishly on his sluicing shaft, his ruthless
hammering into her punctuated by lushly sloppy sounds.  But he also saw up
above her anus winking invitingly up at him.  He could not help but bring
his thumb to that taboo entrance, titillating her most forbidden place.

   When Cameron speared a honey-soused finger into her rear hole, it
triggered Cheyenne's orgasm.  Her head reared back, looking into the vault
of heaven above, and he saw in her glittering eyes the precise moment she
surrendered to a mind-boggling climax.  Her breath gurgled in her throat as
she writhed in ecstasy in a tempest of storming lust, her squirming pussy
tightening further, then further still until it felt like a million tiny
tentacles were fiercely gripping his punching cock.  Her scream was that of
a lioness when the implosion rocked her inward, a tumultuous internal
destruction of such boisterous bliss that he doubted she would be able to
bear the rapturous ordeal unscathed.  He was not unaffected, an agonizing
swell of euphoric pleasure, like the feeling of a fist-sized knot growing
in his loins, threatened to erupt at any moment, particularly when he felt
the first splash of her hot girlcum inside her quaking pussy.  Every
body-shaking spasm of jagged ecstasy that ripper her asunder was mirrored
in another spill of her thick, rich girlcum that seemed to soak into every
cell of his twitching cock.

   Trying to reach his own sweet relief, Cameron ground himself inside
Cheyenne's gooey heat, wickedly moving one hand under her wiggling hips to
tormentingly lash at her clitoris, and was not surprised to feel her body
pulse towards another frenzied orgasm.  She tightened further, trying to
force him out of her over-stretched muscles but the wafting fumes of her
descending bliss suddenly ignited into another firestorm, pushing her into
another series of rapid explosions as yet more of her liquid release surged
within her sealed channel.  Hearing her staccato cries giving voice to the
iridescent pleasure sparkling within her, he could nearly feel her womb,
thinking it was his semen, sucking each drop of it inside its hungry
depths. Engulfed as he was inside of her, each blissful aftershock made her
pussy contract in lush, warm waves and, knowing he would not be able to
reach his own crescendo, he finally and soothingly pumped his hips until
her body ceased its sensual flutter.

   With the exquisitely excruciating sensitivity eased from Cheyenne's
body, Cameron stared down at her, unable to make himself move from her. 
Her dense mane was visibly damp, several strands clinging to the moist
features of her face.  Perspiration coated her body and ran in shallow
rivulets.  He kissed her shoulders tenderly, tasting the salt on her skin,
took a couple of deep audible breaths and withdrew.  He couldn't help but
groan roughly as he slid his still-sensitized and achingly swollen penis
outwards, freeing himself from the wetly clasping clutches of her
incredibly tight vagina.  The slick, moist sound as he slid from her had
his frustrated cock twitching with the need to bury inside her once again,
though he knew that, with the inner fires of her desperation at least
momentarily quenched, such an option was, for now, impossible.

   When an exhausted Cheyenne turned to face Cameron, her face at first
seemed befuddled by the lurid sight of her boyfriend's penis still standing
at rampant erection, the creamy cum that was slathered so liberally about
his engorged cock that it was slipping slickly down to trickle down his
thighs was hers and hers alone.

   "I should have known." She whispered, a glint flickering in her dazed
eyes.

   "Known what?"

   A salacious grin tugged at the corners of her mouth.  "That you'd just
be getting started." With an aching sigh, she rolled over, grabbing at her
fanny pack she'd discarded earlier.

   Cameron, as perplexed by what he was seeing as she had been 30 second
prior, watched her fish about until she tossed him something he caught out
of mid air.  He flipped it over and was flabbergasted by what he saw: a
handy travel-sized tube of VasoLube!

   "My poor pussy is going to be sore for a while from that beating you
just gave me," she murmured, that glint now a full-blown mischievous
sparkle as she watched him gape at her in shock.  "I felt you playing
around my backdoor earlier.  So, come on stud, fuck my ass." She swallowed
tightly, licking her lips in nervous awareness of the sexual heat beginning
to build in his expression.  "Just make sure you warm me up first."

   "I need you." Cameron breathed, his voice hoarse, hungry.  He could feel
the sexual tension wrapping around them, her nipples hardened, her body
flushed, and her gaze riveted to his thickly swollen cock.  Leaning over
her, allowing her and himself the insidious pleasure of his heavy organ
brushing tantalizingly over her bare skin, he brushed his lips over her
ear, her breathing becoming hot as he moved to her neck.  "I need you," he
whispered, his voice broken, gasping before lavishly licking her naked
flesh, his hand smoothing in a long sweep up her contoured side, caressing
the plush curves of her breasts.  "I need you, Cheyenne.  More than you
know."

   At first, even Cameron wasn't sure what he had meant, considered his
reasoning for saying it as he moved backwards, his free hand gliding over
her back, the ripeness of her ass, then inward, closer, moving inexorably
toward the entrance to her anus.  He gazed hungrily down the length of his
beloved's prone body, his attention finally focusing on the trembling
little hole, watching her defensively clenched rump flex, hearing her
whispered cries, knowing arousal filled them.  He could scent her perfumed
heat like a midnight rain, feel it flowing from her tight little pussy
below.  But he needed more right now.  He needed something more primal,
more profound, an acceptance that came from only one dark act.  This had
nothing to do with a sexual fetish and everything to do with sexual
submission.  His base desires, fueled by their natural surroundings, were
now purely instinctive.  He was her mate and he was getting ready to prove
it to her.

   Trembling in barely-reined anticipation Cameron flipped open the cap of
the VasoLube and smeared a large amount across his fingers.  Then he poured
a long hot stream of the gel onto her rear cleavage.  When the cooling
lubricant began dripping down into the heated area of her puckered hole,
she gasped loudly and again when his other hand separated the fleshy globes
as he widened his knees, pressing them under her thighs, forcing her to
lift the undulant swell of her rear closer to him.  Concerned about the
tremble he saw in her, he drew his hand up to her steamy delta.  Cheyenne
cried out his name as his fingers slid through the folds of her pussy,
gathering the thick cream that flowed freely.  She struggled to impale
herself on those fingers, and ff that wasn't proof that she was aroused,
the quick look she flashed him over her shoulder was even more wild than
ever before, her features etched with savage lust, his eyes glittering with
a hunger, a need that couldn't be missed.

   "Cameron..." Cheyenne's wail was one of unbridled arousal as he moved
his hand deliberately to the deep cleft of her buttocks and began to stroke
softly up between them, running his middle finger up the already lewdly
moistened valley to the forbidden little nether hole.  Had she done
anything other than moan his name and press back against his invading
fingers, then he would have stopped.  But he could only watch, his lust
barely leashed as her body jerked with a spasm as he moved a fingertip
across the sensitive membrane, coming into intimate contact with the
tightly contracted little circle.  When he began smearing the lubricious
jelly about, she responded spontaneously with a little undulating quiver,
and a soft mewl of pleasure issued from deep in her throat.

   "Feel how good it is, Cheyenne," Cameron whispered desperately, his cock
thick, hard, throbbing in increased demand as she writhed beneath his
touch, her hand darting downwards to touch herself.  "Forbidden and hot"
She emitted a shuddery whimper, surreptitiously squeezing her clit between
her fore and middle fingers, as her little rosebud opened voluntarily,
letting his finger slip right down into her dark heat, sinking inward not
to the first knuckle but until it was buried all the way up in her rippling
rectum.  He gasped, because even though she loved the taboo pleasures anal
sex brought as much as he did, he'd never seen her body act so greedily,
not even with the help of her masturbating herself.  When he brought a
second finger, already liberally coated in VasoLube, to her nether hole, it
glided in with minimal effort, dipping into the deceptively tight depths of
her anus.

   The sight of the lewd intrusion would have been titillating enough for
Cameron, but Cheyenne's uninhibited reaction was supremely erotic.  Instead
of struggling against him, or even spreading reluctantly, she frigged her
clit as her buttocks sensuously undulated backwards, tightening on him,
taking his fingers deeper inside the searing heat of her ass.  When he
added a third finger and pumped her slow and easy, her hand between her
legs was a blur of motion, synchronizing with the bawdy gyrations of her
hips squirming up and down in a lewdly hunching motion on the quilt. 
Cameron gaped while with his free hand he clumsily smeared more of the
lubricant from the tube over the thick length of his throbbing penis.  When
a long line of the thick, cool gel had been applied, he tossed the tube
aside and stroked the slippery lubrication over his throbbing erection as
he watched his girlfriend enthrall herself in the realties of being
sodomized, exploring the limits of what others puritanically derided as
warped sex.  Cheyenne gasped as Cameron began to withdraw his fingers, the
tight rubbery walls of her inner rectal flesh seeming to cling to it
protestingly as he eased from her, her body jerking from the sharp pop.  He
gripped his hands upon her hips, smoothing over the curves of her rear as
she shuddered before him, holding her still while he knelt behind her.  She
turned slowly and he could see the lust smoldering in her eyes, burning her
with her own needs.  There was no need for any more preliminaries.  Their
mutual need was like fire searing their nerve endings, drowning them in the
drive for release.  He moved hand up her back, caressing up her spine
before applying pressure between her shoulders to indicate he wanted them
lowered.  She did so willingly, her upper body cushioned on the quilt, her
rear raised, unprotected before his heated gaze.

   When Cameron looked down and saw the ripe plum of his bulbous glans
nudging at her prepared opening, he could feel his body start seething, his
heart racing wildly in his chest, dark desire pounding in his veins,
tremors of forbidden arousal shaking his muscles, weakening him.  Every
time they made love this way, he was convinced the thick length of his
cock, looking obscenely bloated at this moment, was too large, her petite,
girlishly delicate anus too small.  But he saw her fingers clenched into
the quilt beneath her, as sure an outward sign of the undeniably erotic,
sexual tension that invaded her as the sight of her nether hole eagerly
beginning to gape, her greedy body, desperate for the primal impalement,
sluttishly attempting to open for him.

   "Easy." Cameron breathed, his voice guttural when Cheyenne whimpered in
desperation as he pressed his erection against her little entrance, watched
it flower open, stretching to take the bulging head.  She opened further
and he paused with a grimace as the elastic portal swelled before snapping
tightly below the flaring ridge of his glans buried inside her.  He paused,
knew he should fight to hold onto his sanity, but the arousal emergent
inside him had a mind of its own.  She was hot, so damned hot and tight
already that all he wanted to do was plow as deep and hard inside her as he
could.  The pleasure to be found in her rear channel were unique and
astonishingly erotic, the bite of the tight muscles on his flexing and
throbbing penis was exquisite, sensations too shockingly inciteful to be
denied for long.  He gritted his teeth, feeling his control slipping, gave
in to sweet temptation.

   When Cameron began pressing deeper with a fluid move of his hips, she
pressed against him, her long back bowing, crying out as he eased the
flexing tip ever further inside her, stretching her, burning the tender
muscles there as they stretched to accommodate the hefty width of his beefy
cock.  Gliding ever deeper into the dark channel, he discovered the silky
fire blazing in her anus, igniting nerve endings, thrilling them even as it
relaxed her inner tightness further.  When she clenched those
satin-sheathed muscles around his engulfed penis, a fiery wash of
excruciating pleasure attacked his sensitized body and he groaned at the
rush of boisterous pleasure, destroying any semblance of control he might
have possessed.

   With a ragged cry billowing from his chest, as he thrust inside her
anus, hard and deep, the instant searing heat, like infernal fire on his
cock, tightening around him, titillating him.  Cheyenne had been breathing,
the sound rough and hot in his ears, but now she screamed out beneath him
at the shameless violation of her most sensitive orifice, the shrill sound
vibrant with the shocking pleasure/pain of his invasion.  She began
thrashing her head from side to side, the long tendrils of her hair
rippling over her back, as he lunged ruthlessly forward, her pliant body
accommodating his daunting size that stretched her so.  Hopelessly impaled
now, her petite body pinned down to the quilt, her spitted upthrust
buttocks jerking in involuntary spasms, she was shivering and trembling
from the raw sensation of his meaty shaft of surging hungrily deeper,
deeper into her tight-fitting rectum until with a final thrust he was
buried to the hilt inside the hot depths of her ass.

   "God, you're hot, Cheyenne," Cameron growled at her ear after he'd
leaned his upper torso over her shaking body, soothingly swiping his tongue
at her special place behind her ear.  "So hot my cock is on fire from it."

   He flexed his hips, drawing back several inches before thrusting forward
once again, the gel that he had earlier rubbed in her ass making her slick,
lubricated so well that there was no stress to her muscles.  Sensing the
deep, forbidden flesh lovingly caress him made the flames crackling in his
loins burn higher, hotter.  The depths of his churning arousal whirlpooled
when with a soft sob she suddenly started rocking her buttocks back and
pulling her knees up beneath her body, lifting them both into the standard
"dog fashion" position.  Her uninhibited response at the power of the
undeniable pleasure however masochistic, she was receiving from his cock
buried up her ass, ripples darting out through her squirming body, sent a
fist punch of reaction into his own loins.

   "Yeah, tighten on me, baby," Cameron gasped as she did just that.  "Ah
hell.  Cheyenne.  You're killing me."

   Cameron had begun pumping, slow and gentle at first, her ductile anal
channel taking his ruggedly thick penis remarkably easily, leaving them
both gasping with the instinctive need for more.  Her silken inner flesh
was stretched so snugly around him that he could feel the throbs in her
clingy membranes, the intimacy instigating such vivid pleasures that within
minutes, he began to intensify his thrusts.  He stroked his throbbing rod
inside her, back and forth, alternately soothing and inflaming the nerve
endings there as he ravished her with slow easy strokes.  But the primitive
needs growing inside him refused to be quenched by such an easy possession
and she was only whetting his fierce lust when she deliberately tightened
the muscles of her anus, clenching and stroking his straining cock until
his breathing was roughened, nearly gasping for breath now, joining her in
the insanity of arousal beginning to overtake them.

   "Stop," he gasped, grunting and groaning and laboring above her.  "For
God's sake, Cheyenne, it's too tight.  I'm not gonna be able to take much
more.  The friction is just too intense.  You keep milking my cock like
that and I won't be responsible..." He heard his own groan, harsh, broken
when she tauntingly tightened again, her hips undulating beneath him as she
fought for more of the heated strokes of pleasure/pain that each thrust
brought.

   "More," Cheyenne moaned, pressing back into the possessive ravishing of
her most secret spot.  "Harder, Cameron.  Oh God, fuck me.  Fuck my ass
hard."

   Cameron grunted even more excitedly from Cheyenne's unexpectedly raunchy
response and began to move faster, withdrawing his cock back slowly from
the delectably tight grasp she had on it then pushed forward again to surge
into her steamy heat, hard, forceful strokes that mirrored his intense
driving need for more.  Dark, primitive lust shot through his veins as he
took her, sinking into her hot depths with a lightning stroke of agonizing
pleasure, making her scream with the intensity of sensations.  He knew
later she would blush when he teasingly reminded her of how desperately she
begged but he completely understood, lost himself in the focal point where
everything is heightened, mingling and searing in its heat.  He couldn't
stop, couldn't contain himself or his bestial need.

   Cameron couldn't still the wilding hunger raging through him as he drew
back, watching as his tumescent penis drew back from her skewered hole, the
pink flanges clinging gluttonously around his shafting rod drawing out. 
Eyes glittering at the sight of such graphic sexuality, he grinded his hip
to power his burly erection inside her, thrusting back hard and deep,
pushing mercilessly through sensitive tissue, watching her tentering flesh
stretch for him, feeling it tighten to bite at the invader taking her so
ruthlessly.  The intense pleasure, the pure eroticism of the act was too
much for him to comprehend, to make sense of, and only it and the reason
lost, only pleasure, only the white-hot heat of her sensuously squinching
ass meant anything.  All he knew was that each driving stroke, each hard
thrust was throwing him closer, driving him higher to a pinnacle of
pleasure he was desperate to reach.

   Acting sheerly on impulse, Cameron hurriedly loped one forearm beneath
Cheyenne's undulating body, his hand skimming beneath her hips, to shove
two trembling fingers deep into the gooey softness of her cunny.  When his
thumb found the hard, swollen knot of her clit, increasing the friction
spearing in and out of her squelchy pussy to match his rapid stroking over
her twitching clitoral bud, her body really came to life, her back bowing,
her hips tilting back, her muscles clenching on the impaling cock into her
greedy ass.  He couldn't help but increasing the length of his own piercing
lunges, sexing her with a deep, driving rhythm.  She trembled, shaking,
screaming out at the frenetic sensations, calling his name, begging,
pushing back to him.  A fresh wash of nectarous juice flowed from her pussy
to coat his fingers and her clit.  In spite of all the inherent degradation
of the depraved act of sodomy, contradictory delights that he knew well
from his own homoerotic experiences, she was responding!  She was taking
him, accepting it, loving it.

   Cameron was groaning as his pounding strokes became even harder, quicker
torturing Cheyenne's anal channel with each demanding drive, until he was
unleashing the full fury of his lust with a series of ramming thrusts deep
into her wildly contracting anus.  He knew he was hurting his beloved
girlfriend, knew the contrasting sensations in her two simultaneously
ravished cunny and rectum had begun to merge until she could no longer
clearly distinguish between the sweet pain and the agonizing pleasure, but
he couldn't hold himself back.  There was something about his triumph over
her that spoke to him on a genetic level, witnessing himself hammering cock
his into the sensitively pulsing depths of her rectum, breaking down her
will to resist.  Her willing submission, her supreme sense of self-worth
that gave her the freedom to shamelessly wallow in masochistic bliss, the
lust-contorted flesh of her nakedly squirming body shuddering as the waves
of salacious delight coursed through her, longing for more and more, was
the true definition of the sweetest joys of anal loving.

   Cameron was on fire, the cauterizing pleasure building until a painful
inferno of need burned through his body, the sheer intensity of dazzling
sensation more than he could stand.  Wild lust clawed at his loins then,
his scrotum tightening with the lascivious excitement until he could feel
the telltale tingle of his cum beginning to well up in his balls and he
knew it would not be long now until he lost all control.  Trying to
compensate for his impending crisis, he introduced an even more frenzied
stroking of his thumb over the little bud of her clitoris, driving her
closer to explosion.  His sledging thrusts up her clasping rectum had long
since drove her to mindless, cock-crazed lust, but his jamming fingering of
her needy pussy and skillful diddling of her clit, stroking the bundle of
nerves carefully, just the right pressure, made her bonkers.  A tumultuous
climax tore through her writhing body, the rapturous pleasures ripping
every nerve nexus asunder making her contort and twitch, wordless sounds
expressing her darkest of pleasures.

   A howl ripped from Cameron's throat as he possessively gripped
Cheyenne's squirming hips, laid over her helplessly writhing body and began
to fuck her with hard driving strokes.  He couldn't stop, couldn't control
the driving lust as it boiled through his rampaging cock.  He knew he was
going to cum any moment now, and he strained and fought desperately for his
own release, hovering on the brink for what seemed like an unbearable
eternity.  It was only when Cheyenne turned, her eyes fluttered open,
looked deep into his own, and she said in a feathery-light whisper, "I love
you" that earned his ultimate release.  His orgasm was like white-hot
death, jagged streaks of lightning tearing through his cock, his body, as
he buried himself one last time in the tight depths of her anus and felt
his seed explode from the tip of his erection, squirting in thickly
spattering jets deep up in the clasping tightness of her rectum.  Pulse
after explosive pulse tore through his body as her velvety anus tightened
around him with each jetting release, It was never ending, a quaking
inferno of lust, of fiery satisfaction unlike anything he could have
imagined.

   While Cameron continued to instinctually pump into Cheyenne with
shattering lunges, her inner muscles bit at his ejaculating cock, sending a
surge of cascading sensations clear to his loins.  She must have felt the
fountaining eruptions of his frothy sperm into her anus because her hand
suddenly whipped around, threaded into his fingers, and yanked him once
more to the pulsingly erect bud of her clitoris.  He willingly complied,
and moments another series of devastatingly contortions began to flow at
swift relentless intervals through her ravished body.  She sobbed without
restraint from both her helplessness in the grip of her body's driving
response to this primal possession and the shattering waves of ecstasy
coursing through her rectum and loins, bucking wildly beneath his final
racking lunges.  Remarking in awe for the hundredth time at the wonders of
feminine arousal, awed by the insatiability of the rest of her body, her
unquenchable rectum thirstily milking his hypersensitive penis, sucking the
precious seed from him until he could only lay against her, jerking at each
whip of fiery pleasure, gasping for breath, and realizing each gasp came
out as her name.  Cheyenne collapsed weakly beneath Cameron, resonant
shudders of her echoing orgasm still rippling through her for a long time
afterwards.  It took even longer for him to summon the strength to draw
back, to watch in dazed pleasure as his thoroughly-sated penis pulled out
of her tender, well-fucked ass.  The little hole was drenched with his
frothy cream now.  Her body, as hot and sweaty as his own, glowing in
supreme satisfaction, was intimately holding his seed inside her, accepting
him, a part of him held within her, at least for now.  She lay still
against the quilt, her breathing labored, her sleek body quivering as he
kissed her affectionately before moving away to retrieve a canteen.  He
watched her, the deep blush on her cheeks slowing easing, as he wet a
washcloth and cleaned himself before wetting another and moving back to his
sleeping beauty.

   Cameron still lay there, dazed, weak, a sheen of perspiration coating
her body as he sat beside her.  She groaned softly as he drew the cool,
damp cloth between her thighs, cleansing her gently.  He touched her as
tenderly as he knew how, not demanding or trying to evoke a response in any
way.  He winced when he saw the aftermath of their rough lovemaking, his
heart aching in regret as he kissed the slight purplish bruises that now
marred the cheeks of her rear, and her slender hips.

   Cheyenne's head rose, saw the concern in her lover's eyes for her
injuries, and took his face in her hands, gently caressing his cheeks and
chin as she gazed into his dark brown eyes.  "You satisfy me so, Cameron,"
she purred.  She took his hand in hers once more and, to his utter
astonishment, within minutes she was touching him, her drowsy moans marking
her need.  She was tired, worn, but her immediate response triggered his
own mating impulses.

   Cameron and Cheyenne made slow, lazy love as the summer breezes moved
over them twice more that magical afternoon before beginning their trek
back down the mountain.  It was nearing dusk by the time they reached the
bikes and an exhausted Cameron wanted to spend the night but Cheyenne
convinced him the return home would be easy.  She was right, of course, and
they both enjoyed the exhilarating experience of coasting downhill out of
the highlands of Sawtooth at breakneck speeds as the sun set.  When they
reached home, equally ready for clean sheets and soft mattresses, they both
tumbled into bed, talking about their unforgettable adventures over the
past three days, their hearts and minds filled with the memory of their
afternoon tryst under the blazing sun.

   Ever since his first wonderful open-air escapade, Cameron has become as
enthusiastic about bicycling in the great outdoors as Cheyenne because so
many times they ended up with exciting intimate encounters.  Since then,
they have cycled to, then made love in, dozens of romantic waterfalls,
serene glades, on the banks of wildly cascading rivers and in the golden
silence of sylvan forests.  The sex was always so uninhibited and
gloriously refreshing that they both came to believe the vigorous natural
resource that is turning turbines in hydroelectric plants across America is
the same renewable energy that can revitalize even the most wilted libido
on the hottest, stickiest August day.  They have discovered so many
beautiful places, pockets of natural paradises, all with something unique
and special to offer, freely giving up what Cheyenne once called, with a
wicked glinting in her eye, "hydroelectric love".  It is in that spirit
that they enter into the wild.