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Desert Passion - 4
by Cliff Dweller (blissful@comcast.net)
***
The fourth story in a series about two young rangers
who discover each other's sexuality in a desert canyon.
Smoking a joint after investigating an archaeological
site, the two rangers engage in oral sex followed by
the girl being fucked standing up, her arms and legs
wrapped around her lover's torso. Later, they engage in
mutual masturbation while floating downriver on a raft.
(MF, rom, exh, voy)
***
On the last full day of our raft trip, Donna and Ellen
decided to wear only their bikini bottoms and go
shamelessly topless to soak up the sun. This was part
of a trend, as each day of the journey down river we
collectively had become more casual and libertine in
both dress and actions. Neither girl seemed to care
that I often gazed at their breasts.
I found Ellen’s round and full orbs a nice contrast
with Donna’s petite torso which was dominated by a pair
of small exuberant breasts tipped with inviting brown
nipples. However, we were the government’s official
presence on the river and our ranger uniform shirts had
to be kept handy in case we encountered other private
rafting parties.
Today, this had only happened once and after we drifted
some distance from this other group, the two girls’
shirts were again stowed away. Even then, they could be
considered over dressed by continuing to wear the
bottom half of their bikinis on this clothing optional
river that flowed towards Utah’s Lake Powell.
Ellen beached the raft on a sand bar so Donna and I
could investigate our second archaeological site of the
morning. The map indicated it was about a half mile
distant and one hundred feet higher than the canyon
floor. Ellen remained with the raft and opened a book
while Donna and I trudged off in hiking boots, me
wearing a just pair of shorts and she in no more than
the diminutive bottom half of a two piece swimsuit. I
knew before we got to the Indian ruin that there
wouldn’t be much work to do. It was too high up the
canyon wall to have been impacted by flooding, and too
far from the riverside to attract the attention of
boaters.
We quickly worked our way through the checklist of
standard questions, Donna obediently following behind
me taking notes as I described what we saw. God, what a
job! I now had an assistant who insisted in doing her
work in the buff, while my other ranger buddies were
laboring away at tasks like cleaning up a campground or
selling park day passes to tourists.
Our work was finished ahead of schedule, so Donna and I
relaxed in the shade on a large flat slab of sandstone
and watched the empty river flow slowly by below us.
The view was spectacular, and we could look downstream
for nearly a mile before the water was finally
obstructed by tall canyon walls.
Marijuana was hard to come by in Utah’s Mormon country,
and I had been waiting for the right occasion to smoke
the only joint I owned. Donna was delighted when I
produced it from a pouch in my daypack. After taking a
particularly big toke, I leaned over and pulling her
lips to my own, exhaled all of the still potent smoke
deep down into her lungs.
She thought this was wonderful and we proceeded to do
this back and forth several times until the stub of the
joint finally burnt away, our mouths and tongues
lingering together between puffs of smoke. Donna leaned
into me, pressing her nearly flat chest into mine. She
was enjoying the closeness, so I gave her what I felt
she wanted. I gently rubbed my hand against her petite
breasts and sucked her nipples into my mouth, relishing
their hardness. She then gave me one of the most
passionate kisses I have ever experienced. With her
lips pressed fully against mine, mouth open, her tongue
lashed about in my mouth. The marijuana was doing its
work!
As my buzz expanded, so did my penis, which snaked its
way further and further down one pant leg. This did not
go unnoticed by Donna, and her fingertips defined the
outline of my erection and slipped beneath my shorts to
cup my testicles, which had drawn up tight against my
thighs and had developed a deep, sweet ache. I asked
her to stand on top of the rock we were perched on and
face me.
My hands slipped down her back and cupped her small
hard buttocks. I drew her closer to me and she came
willingly. More than willingly. I tugged the bikini
bottom down to her hiking boots, and found that I was
looking straight at Donna’s pussy, cuntlips slightly
spread. With her well toned legs straddled on either
side of me as I got into position, I had a wonderful
view of her flat abdomen and naked chest above. She
pressed her pussy onto my mouth, her moist cunt gently
kissing my lips.
I began to lick, suck and nibble for all it was worth,
using Donna’s motions, moans and expressions to guide
me. She seemed to like it particularly when I suckled
the protruding nubbin at the front of her vulva, but
she enjoyed it even more when I licked and probed her
vagina with my tongue. The girl humped to and fro on my
lips and chin, at one point getting my nose into the
act when her movements became more animated. She began
to let out a continuous open mouthed moan until she
finally quivered, twitched and humped a few more times
before stopping.
But Donna was not finished! She stepped off the flat
rock, wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs
around my torso, her rigid nipples crushed against my
chest and the bikini bottom still tangled in the laces
of one hiking boot. I felt like she was part of my body
as I supported the weight of her light frame in my
arms. She slid down my torso until my cock, which was
already emitting drops of slippery pre-cum, rubbed
against her labia.
Slowly, the pressure of gravity pushed my hard-on
through tight cunt lips until we were truly united. She
tilted her head back with her mouth slightly open as
she started to pull herself up again, and there we were
fucking standing up! Oh, I wished I could feel this way
all the time!
My hands cupped Donna’s buttocks to help her stay up
while she used her arms and legs to propel herself up
and down on my cock. As she did this, I had a curious
image of masturbating using her body. Because of the
pot we had just smoked, it felt like I was jacking off
into a fuck toy of some sort. It wasn't long before I
squirted my jizz with an intensity that felt like I was
cumming buckets.
Donna slowly relaxed and I lifted her off my cock and
set her down on her feet. I reached between her legs
and feeling a cum-slick pussy, stuck my middle finger
as deep into her cunt as I could reach. As we stood
there clenched tightly together, I brought my work
partner to yet another orgasm.
Donna led the way back to the raft. I walked a few
steps behind, admiring this pretty Japanese American
girl whose small tight butt was again immodestly
covered by a revealing swimsuit. It occurred to me that
I had squirted my cum either within or on her a dozen
different times in the few days since we had first
discovered our common passion. When the trail leveled
off, we walked hand in hand beside one another. Donna
was still stoned and just before the raft was in sight,
she turned, stood on tiptoes, and pressed her lips to
mine.
I did an evil thing, and twisted her nipples in my
fingers as if they were knobs on a radio, making them
rigid as they engorged with blood. We were mutually
horny as the raft got underway, and I was sure that
Donna’s tussled black hair and flirty behavior was
clear indication to Ellen that we had just fucked.
Back in the middle of the river, the three of us all
applied a new coat of suntan oil. When rowing the raft,
Ellen would sit in the middle facing backwards toward
the stern where I sat, while Donna sat perched in the
bow. Hence the rower could not see the front passenger
unless she turned her head, which was generally done
only when getting a new downstream course bearing. What
Ellen could not see was Donna applying oil with
particular deliberation on her small breasts, whose
nipples had never fully receded from the aroused and
protruding state that I had teased them into.
Donna leaned back against the inflated bow of the raft
so that when Ellen turned her head, it appeared as if
her front passenger was dozing and intent on getting a
tan. But when Ellen looked sternward to face me, Donna
furtively tweaked an oily nipple to maintain its
arousal. Damn that marijuana was potent! I suspected
that her only release would be to cum yet again – let’s
see... that would be the fourth time this morning!
Sure enough, Donna’s fingers groped their way beneath
the thin fabric of her bikini bottom, and with closed
eyes, she surreptitiously stroked a concealed clitoris.
Feeling guilty that I had precipitated this, and now
not wanting Ellen to catch Donna in the act, I tried to
engage my fellow ranger in a discussion about canyon
geology by pointing to distant rock formations. I don’t
think Donna cared that I was trying to distract our
colleague, since her blissful expression suggested that
all she cared about was again achieving orgasm.
My ploy failed, and Ellen got an eye full when turning
her head forward to get a bearing on the direction she
intended to row the raft. She missed a stroke with her
oars and splashed water all over me! Before Ellen could
say anything, I held a finger to my mouth indicating
her to keep absolutely quiet. She pulled both oars into
the boat and we floated in silence down the river, our
eyes wide and mouths agape at what was transpiring
virtually within touching distance.
From our vantage point, it appeared that Donna had
placed two fingers directly onto her clitoris, then
began rubbing them in a circular motion around and
around. She seemed to vary the speed and position of
her fingers until finding a sweet spot. Donna’s orgasm
was forceful but quiet, and as she again lay still her
breathing became regular and she really did fall fast
asleep laying there in the sun.
This was over the top! My penis was now in a painful
knot, and I undid the fly of my shorts to aide its
escape. I began to jack off, poking it straight in the
direction of Ellen. Not to be outdone, she reached a
hand beneath her bikini bottom and slipped an index
finger between her labia so that it pressed along the
length of her clitoris. Gentle but firm wrist movements
made her finger rub up and down this hard little knob.
This motion also caused her naked breasts to bounce
slightly up and down in rhythm with her wrist.
Ellen’s speed and strength of movement increased as her
excitement built. As we approached orgasm our eyes
locked in a silent intense gaze. Ellen came once and
then again in rapid succession, biting her lip so as
not to cry out and awaken Donna. At this point, I could
feel a load of cum inch its way up my shaft with each
hand stroke, and my dick jetted several long arcs of
sperm in Ellen’s direction which splashed between us on
the deck of the raft.
Neither of us spoke, and by silent tacit agreement
vowed to keep this incident a secret between the two of
us.
To be continued?
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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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