("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Desert Passion - 3 by Cliff Dweller (blissful@comcast.net) *** 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." *** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 32