("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 - 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? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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