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