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Desert Passion - 5
by Cliff Dweller (blissful@comcast.net)
***
The fifth story in a series about two young rangers who
discover each other's sexuality in a desert canyon.
Donna, the Japanese ranger headed off for a hike, but
returned shortly thereafter naked and glistening with
suntan oil. This precipitated a bout of anal sex on top
of a raft, followed by masturbation while her fellow
rangers watched. (MF, exh, mast, rom)
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The government sponsored raft trip downriver towards
Lake Powell was about to end. Donna, Ellen and I had
traversed over eighty miles along the slow moving
stream and we were now approaching the takeout point
where a boat trailer had been dropped off five days
before – an event precipitating a series of wanton
sexual displays on dry desert mesa tops and within deep
canyons. We were not looking forward to leaving the
picturesque river behind and towing the raft and
trailer along miles of dusty unpaved roads back to the
ranger station.
Ellen, who served as our ranger guide, suggested we
take our time and spend a few more hours enjoying the
scenery. Donna and I readily agreed. So Ellen landed
the inflatable raft at the base of a sloping incline of
buff-colored sandstone, which despite being solid
bedrock, created the appearance of a beach.
There were not many other rafting parties on this
wilderness river, and as the days progressed the three
of us had become less inhibited when it came to
clothing. But Ellen was intent on a rugged hike in
search of a nesting pair of golden eagles, so she
changed into khaki pants and a heavy shirt, grabbed a
pair of binoculars and water, and headed off towards
the canyon rim.
Once Ellen had disappeared, Donna also said she was
going hiking. But other than hiking boots, she appeared
to wear nothing other than a baggy University of Utah
t-shirt, which ended just a couple of inches below her
crotch. Clearly, she didn’t intend on climbing very far
from the raft. I wore only a pair of swimming trunks,
and ambled off toward a large rock overhang which
created an oasis of shade from the hot desert sun. I
needed to compile handwritten notes collected while
Donna and I had examined eroding Indian cliff
dwellings, and decided to spend a couple of hours
working on the report.
A half hour later, I happened to glance up as Donna
slowly walked towards me completely naked except for
her hiking boots. The thin dark tan frame of this
Japanese beauty was coated with suntan oil from head to
ankle, which shimmered with sunlight in sharp contrast
to her thick mane of raven hair which fell nearly to
her buttocks. In one hand she carried a half empty
bottle of the tanning oil, hinting that she had other
things in mind than a discussion of archaeological
sites.
The sight was electrifying, and the fabric of my shorts
outlined a rapidly hardening cock. I hesitated only to
reassure myself that Ellen was nowhere in sight before
yanking them off. What a rush! I clutched my erection
and began those slow up and down motions that would, in
time, lead to the extreme pleasure of orgasm. But Donna
had other things in mind and pulled me by the hand down
the rocky slope to the river shore.
Kicking off her hiking boots, we ended up standing calf
deep in water next to the beached raft, where she
dumped a liberal amount of oil from the bottle onto my
shaft and began to jack me off. I was in bliss! But she
suddenly stopped, turned her back towards me and began
to climb into the raft, eventually keeling atop the
raft’s bulky inflated side. Donna leaned her head
forward until it rested atop one of the inflated cross-
members of the raft, and her small butt now jutted
skyward was directly in line with my hard greasy dick.
I assumed that Donna wanted to fuck doggie-style, and
expressed astonishment when she thrust her anus
directly against the tip of my penis. This was why she
had lubricated me with suntan oil!
She reached out and put her hand around my shaft and
guided its shiny head towards a tight puckered target.
We shoved our bodies together and her sphincter
swallowed my cock head, followed by my entire penis,
inch by inch, one stroke at a time. Gosh, she was
tight! I had never done this before, but Donna’s
actions indicted a certain proficiency with this type
of sex.
With one hand, I held on tight to her mane of hair
which had become sticky with suntan oil from draping
over her back and shoulders. With my other hand, I
probed her pubic mound and massaged her rigid little
clit with my fingers, timing this action to each stroke
of my dick.
My fingers eventually found their way into a very slick
vagina as far as they would reach. This pushed Donna
over the top and she began to cum in a series of
orgasms, almost like breaking waves, with a peak
followed by a subsidence, only to peak once again. I
gasped and shouted with the intensity of my own orgasm
and shot jizz deep into Donna’s rectum. Once spent, we
collapsed into the raft with me still atop of her.
To cool off, both Donna and I took a lazy swim in the
river. We then crawled out of the water and lay naked
on the gently sloping sandstone and basked in the warm
sun. I noticed a small twinkle about a quarter mile
distant, emanating from a ledge on the canyon wall
about four hundred feet above the elevation of the
river. Looking closely, it appeared that sunlight had
reflected off the lens of Ellen’s binoculars –
apparently she had abandoned her eagle project and was
instead watching us fuck out in the open far below.
I could picture her in my mind, masturbating away with
pants pulled down to her ankles. By now, I knew Ellen
was a voyeur and was confident that she would not
report the two of us to a supervisor. So I didn’t give
a damn if we were spied upon.
As we lay on the sandstone, Donna and I talked about
ourselves, something we had not done before in any
depth. I described the lifestyle of a seasonal ranger,
which meant spending only a few months in one national
park before moving onto another. I had come to the Glen
Canyon from Yellowstone, and was already angling for a
winter job in California’s Death Valley. This mobile
lifestyle was terrible on long-term relationships, and
I told Donna my focus was on reciprocal sex with
limited emotional involvement, at least until I settled
into a steady job.
Donna then told me of her life. Although full-blooded
Japanese, she was a third generation American and had
grown up in a bland Southern California housing
development, which she was now rejecting in favor of
the desert wilderness. Many of Donna’s recollections
had a sexual overtone, beginning with a description of
how she lost her virginity to a church camp councilor
at age 13.
A year later, when her parents had come home
unexpectedly and found her astride a school classmate
on the living room rug, their response had been to get
her on birth control. At university, Donna had been
caught fucking the boyfriends of two successive
roommates in their dorm rooms, the second incident
creating so much fallout that she transferred colleges.
I asked Donna if she enjoyed the marijuana we had
shared the day before. She loved pot but said she
avoided the stuff because it made her extraordinarily
high, to the point of blacking out and doing crazy
things. I decided not to mention that this was just
what had happened yesterday, when she had masturbated
at the front of the raft with both Ellen and I gaping
at her in wide eyed wonder.
Donna then recounted an incident where in a clumsy
attempt to pick her up, a guy said he had seen nude
pictures of her on the Internet. She had fled back to
her apartment in terror and disbelief, and sure enough,
found images of herself being fucked at a fraternity
party. She had been doing bong hits, been goaded
initially at least into doing a wet t-shirt tease, and
had no idea that another party-goer was taking pictures
with his digital camera.
To digress from the story – several months later when I
was indeed at Death Valley, I was looking at a computer
screen while whacking off to erotica and hit an obscure
website containing twenty images. There in the middle
of a room filed with sweaty dancers was Donna, her
denim-clad butt pressed into the crotch of a dance
partner while she flaunted nipples transparent beneath
that sodden t-shirt.
Several frames later, she was topless and on her knees
swallowing the same guy’s cock. The sequence had ended
with her naked and literally coated with cum from
several fraternity brothers, who were still pointing
their dicks at the girl. I immediately bookmarked that
page!
Distressed by her wanton actions, Donna had searched
the Internet for information on nymphomania, and
concluded that her uncontrollable sexual urges could be
tamped down through therapy. However, on her first
visit to a psychiatrist they had spent half the session
fucking on his couch. Donna didn’t bother to go back,
and concluded that her intense sexual addiction had
physical origins. She said that her nipples were hyper-
sensitive, and with just minor stimulation she would
develop a deep ache that radiated outward from her
clitoris, demanding to be released right then and there
through orgasm. These sensations had been a daily
occurrence since puberty.
But I had observed that Donna was also an incredible
flirt, utilizing her lithe body and exhibitionist
tendencies to provoke guys into doing just what she
wanted, which mostly was to fuck her and make her cum.
Even now, she was doing this to me.
As we talked, Donna applied a new coat of suntan oil to
her body, replacing what had washed off in the river.
After rubbing oil onto her legs and arms, she
lubricated her small breasts and nipples, which she
deliberately stimulated to erection. Donna made the
most of this show as she slowly spread her knees wide
and showed me a hairless slit just below a small patch
of black pubic hair. Her eyes were now closed, and it
was apparent her attention was focused on that slit to
the exclusion of the rest of the world. I knew then how
that psychiatrist had felt, and reached over to yank on
a nipple.
I watched as her oily right index finger moved to the
top of her vagina and move slowly up and down, then
around the enlarging nubbin at the top of the slit.
Soon, she brought her other fingers together and moved
them in unison around her blood engorged clitoris.
Faster and faster her hand moved and her hips began
jerking as her head tilted back and her mouth opened
slightly. Donna made a throaty sound with each movement
of her hips until they jerked upwards against the
pressure of her fingers one last time. She sighed
deeply as her hips gently returned to their resting
position on the sandstone before opening her eyes. As
she removed her hand, I could see that Donna’s cunt
lips were slick with moisture.
This time, I preferred to watch rather than
participate. I was spent, having over the past few days
experienced the most intense and concentrated variety
of sexual couplings in my life. As we dozed, I counted
my lucky stars, knowing that I had been in the right
place at the right time. Were Donna not given an
assignment as my assistant, she would right now be
fucking another ranger rather than me. God, I loved
this job!
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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