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Desert Passion - 3
by Cliff Dweller (blissful@comcast.net)
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The third story in a series about two young rangers who
discover each other's sexuality in a desert canyon.
After drinking wine and exposing herself at a campfire,
the Japanese Amercian female ranger is twice fucked on
a beachside sleeping bag while another ranger looks on.
(MF, rom, voy, mast, asian)
***
Our little rafting party made camp several miles
downriver from a side canyon and spring fed pool where
I had shared an unexpected but particularly intense
sexual encounter with a female ranger named Donna
earlier in the day.
Ellen, the other ranger on our inflatable raft was a
true "river rat" and once we were ashore quickly set up
a camp site while Donna and I laid out a row of three
sleeping bags on a riverside sandbar, separated eight
feet apart from one another which we believed would
provide each of us some nighttime privacy. Donna placed
her own bag in the middle between Ellen and me.
One advantage of river rafting is that you can bring a
fair amount of gear and supplies and Ellen produced a
couple bottles of cheap red wine, the first of which we
drank during supper. After doing the dishes and some
general cleanup, we convened around a small campfire to
drink the other bottle. Ellen wore an athletic bra and
running shorts, and the crackling fire accentuated
muscles in an upper torso made firm by a summer’s worth
of pulling oars.
Donna showed up in a thin blue camisole top that hung
no more than five inches below her small breasts,
exposing a firm tummy. It was held up by a pair of
string-like shoulder straps. Ellen noted Donna’s
matching blue panties and joked that this part of the
wilderness had never seen anything out of a Victoria’s
Secret catalog. Privately, I thought the designers of
this camisole had someone larger than Donna’s thin
stature in mind, as one strap and then the other
slipped from her shoulders, which she would then self-
consciously pull back into place.
But as the wine kicked in she eventually ignored a
sagging strap. As Donna reached down to toss a new log
on the fire, the top half of a chocolate brown areola
peaked out from her flimsy top, and as she refilled my
glass I could look down its hanging neckline past her
breasts lower still to spread legs and the blue bikini
panties.
I know this sounds pretty romantic, me alone in a
desert canyon sipping wine with two female rangers in
their early twenties, who were now wearing little more
than their birthday suits. But the job of inventorying
and mapping archaeological sites, coupled with some
intense afternoon sex, had made me very tired and I
crawled off to my sleeping bag.
The moon had not yet risen, leaving the canyon floor
lit only by thousands of glistening stars which served
as a guiding light as I stepped away from the campfire.
I was in the habit of sleeping nude, and tonight was no
exception. So off went my swim trunks and I climbed
naked into a cozy sleeping bag. This was not done with
any erotic intent and I fell asleep to the most amazing
dreams.
At first, these images were a montage of odd places I
had never visited and people I had never met, but
gradually they became sexual in nature, containing
fleeting scenarios of girls from various university
classes that I had fantasized about or slept with
before becoming a ranger. At a subliminal level, I
realized that my penis had hardened and that this
somehow contributed to the pleasurable nature of my
dreams.
I was abruptly jarred awake by a painful nip on the
flesh of my scrotum. I looked down to see Donna giving
me a blowjob. I had been sound asleep when the two
girls came to bed, but it was clear that Donna had
gradually inched her sleeping bag across the empty sand
between us and it now touched mine. I glanced over at
Ellen, who was now about twenty feet distant, snuggled
into her own bag and snoring softly away.
By now, the moon had risen over the top of the high
canyon rim, bathing the sandbar on which we slept in a
soft yellow glow. Donna still remained modestly covered
by her sleeping bag, but she had pulled mine down below
my knees, and I now lay flat on my back naked in the
moonlit night. But she didn’t resist when I pushed her
sleeping bag aside, uncovering an upper torso still
clad in that flimsy camisole. The matching blue panties
were gone and she was now naked from the waist down.
Discovering that I was awake, Donna crawled completely
out of her covers and straddled one of my lower legs,
rubbing her clitoris up and down my shin bone. I could
feel her chin against my balls and her mouth was a
tight ring around the base of my cock that had snugly
wedged somewhere deep in her throat. She was deep-
throating me!
The sensation was incredible and I intended to make it
last as long as possible. But Donna had other ideas and
removed her mouth from my salvia covered penis, sliding
her legs around my upper thigh. She produced a small
bottle I had not before seen and dripped lotion onto
the tip of my upright cock, which she then stroked with
both hands.
Reaching beneath the thin fabric of her camisole, I
squeezed the bottle’s remaining contents all over the
front of her chest. As I pinched and twisted each of
Donna’s well greased nipples, she lost composure and
reached her first orgasm of the night.
Although we didn’t know it at the time and were too
caught up in our own ecstasy to care, Donna’s unstifled
moans had awakened Ellen who turned in her sleeping bag
to face us. It must have been an erotic sight as the
camisole straps from fell from Donna’s shoulders and I
tugged the now sticky and damp garment down to her
waste, exposing the nearly flat chest of this Japanese
girl. Her slick dark nipples, which my fingers
continued to caress and tease, contrasted in the
moonlight against unblemished coffee colored skin.
Ellen was a voyeur who enjoyed watching sex as much as
doing it, and she feigned sleep while sliding down her
own panties and masturbated within the confines of her
own sleeping bag.
With a rocking motion, Donna slid forward until both
her legs straddled my waist. She proceeded to rub her
clit in a gyrating motion upon my hardened penis
without actually pushing it into her cunt. As the girl
whimpered with her second orgasm, I retained enough
rationality to worry about Ellen’s awakening, and
pulled Donna’s mouth to my own thinking it would keep
her quiet.
Instead, we locked into the most passionate French kiss
I had ever experienced, tongues reaching far down each
other’s throats. As she continued to writhe atop my
lotion slathered penis, I jetted gobs of cum into the
very narrow confine between our torsos where this seed
mixed with greasy hand cream, creating a slick gummy
mess.
No matter. Sex had been physically exhausting and I
fell fast asleep with Donna still nakedly straddling my
torso. When I again awoke, it was chilly and the sun,
which had not yet risen anywhere in the canyon, painted
pink a few high clouds and jet contrails. Donna and I
had pulled a sleeping bag atop us, and were now in a
tight embrace, with me snuggling her from behind,
pelvis to pelvis in a spoon-like fashion. I rubbed my
arousing penis gently against the cheeks of Donna’s
taut buttocks. As she slowly awoke from her slumber,
Donna rubbed back and eventually matched me
rythmatically stroke for stroke.
Still under the sleeping bag, I pulled Donna’s right
leg atop and over my own, which caused her small back
to arch forward away from me. Fingers of my right hand
slipped by slick labia to enter a very wet cunt, and
reaching beneath her, those on the other stimulated a
rock hard nipple on her jutting chest. With her free
hand, Donna deftly guided my penis head to her vagina,
allowing me to push it deep inside a waiting slit. Her
hand then tugged that raised clitoral nubbin that my
cock had just brushed against.
The rustling fabric of our sleeping bag again woke up
Ellen who this time did not feign sleep. She actually
winked at me! Donna, however, was on the path to
another intense orgasm, and had clenched her eyes
tightly shut while simultaneously masturbating herself
and fucking me. I thought that if Ellen wants a show
she’ll get one.
I deliberately pulled the sleeping bag off the two of
us, and forced Donna’s naked torso to arch and jut
outward towards Ellen with each deep thrust of my cock.
As my partner had another orgasm, I felt a hot tension
building up in my own balls and knew that ejaculation
was less than a minute away. With a slight sucking
sound, I pilled my shaft from Donna’s cunt and she
rolled over to lie on her back.
I straddled her still heaving chest with my legs and
grabbing my cock in the dim dawn light, rubbed its
engorged head across a pair of lips which had formed
into an open mouthed "O" as Donna again reached orgasm.
My aim was good. Half the cum shot directly down her
throat and the remainder formed several continuous
streaks across her nose and forehead before landing in
her thick mane of hair.
Again, Donna and I fell asleep in a close embrace. The
morning sun was well over the canyon’s rim before I
awakened. Donna sat cross legged atop her sleeping bag
which was back in its original position about eight
feet distant. She wore a baggy t-shirt with the
University of Utah logo printed on its front, and was
brushing her long black hair to remove knots and even
some dried cum, evidence of the previous night’s
lovemaking. She wore no panties and a small dark patch
of public hair peeked out from her between her crossed
legs.
Ellen was already up and had made much needed black
coffee for us over the campfire. I mentioned nothing of
the previous night’s events since I was not sure if
Donna realized how noisy we had been, and the extent to
which this lovemaking had aroused the third ranger in
our rafting party.
Ellen played along, and innocently asked if we had
slept well. I replied, "Like a log and with very
pleasant dreams."
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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