Adam's Journey

Storm

A very sweet scene. You do the best sex scenes around, but you also do this stuff very very well.

Thanks

GH

Thanks GH, I appreciate that.
Sorry all for that previous post being so short. I had internet problems and had to bail.
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Kristi smiled and nestled more snugly against him, clearly enjoying the feel of his warm body pressed to her as she slowly finished waking up. "I could say the same about you, except for that one little part back there that's not so soft." She looked at Kori. "Don't you just love morning wood?"

Kori laughed. "Who doesn't love morning wood? All of the benefits with none of the work - although it has been known to make one tardy for appointments and things."

I could tell by the way the blankets moved that Kristi was wigggling her tight little butt against Ronnie's groin, teasing his tiny erection. She responded to Kori. "True, but it's totally worth...Oh!" She giggled, and Ron let out a soft gasp. She reached back and caressed his cheek and the side of his neck. "Sorry Ronnie. I guess I'm just not used to such a stiff little cock that pops in so easily - I was just trying to tease you, I didn't intend for it to actually go in me."

He groaned. "No, it's perfectly all right. God, you're so wet it just slid right in!"

Kori and I just stood there, taking this all in, a powerful tingle going through me from head to toe as I realized he had penetrated her. Kristi went on, wrinkling her nose. "I know, I'm a little loose and very messy. Someone that wasn't supposed to cum in me did anyhow, so blame the mess on him. Sorry about that, you probably think it's kind of gross."

Ronnie was moving now, his hips pumping as he savored the sensation of her loose wet pussy engulfing him. "No, it feels amazing. Don't apologize."

My eyes met Kristi's and she held my gaze for a few seconds, then giggled again. "I'm glad you're enjoying it Ronnie, but you know what? I can barely feel you. Blame him for that too!"

I winced as she said that to him, but he actually seemed to enjoy it - he smiled at her gentle taunt. Kori was the first to break our paralysis. "Look you two, Adam and I are fixing up a nice breakfast, and we just came to get you to join us." She paused, looking at them. "So what'll it be, stay here and screw or come and join us for a hot breakfast?"

Ronnie groaned again and muttered "Screw." Kristi agreed, flexing her hips to slide her wet, horny pussy against him. I knew how much Kristi loved morning sex - almost as much as I do - so I wasn't surprised. I was, however, aroused by the fact that she was laying there pushing her cum filled pussy back to receive his thrusts while I watched.

If I suffered any mixed feelings, Kori did not. "Fine. Have it your way. I was planning to tell you the rest of the story about Nando over breakfast, but I guess I'll just tell Adam."

Kristi practically threw back the covers as she sprang to her feet, leaving Ron gasping and disappointed, his stubby little erection sticking out wet and shiny in front of him. Clearly he had not been kidding about her wet and sloppy cunt. It was no wonder that he had slipped into her so easily - he was almost dripping, his cock and balls slathered with Kristi's fluids!

Kristi looked down at it, then at his face. "Sorry Ron, I need to hear the rest of that story. I've run a thousand different versions through my mind since lat night, it's time for the real deal! Plus, I am getting really hungry" Realizing she was abandoning him in his hour of need, her gaze softened and she bent and took his slippery little cock between her thumb and forefinger, stroking it softly. "If you can hold that thought 'til later, I'm sure we can find a good use for this little guy." Her delicate grip emphasized his diminutive size. "You might find you're a better fit if you're not so soon after your well-blessed buddy over here. OK?"

Ron sighed. "Do I have a choice?"

"No, not really. I guess you could jerk off."

"Never mind, and in that case, fine. Let's go eat." He sat up and reached for his robe, which reminded me that I needed one as well. I turned and headed into our room, a naked and cum smeared Kristi hot on my heels. As I picked up my robe and began to slip my arms into the sleeves, she sniffed. "Do I have time for a shower? I'm pretty nasty, and even I can smell me."

"There is a little of that one-woman brothel effect around you. My fault, sorry, but you kept wiggling your ass." She laughed, and I joined her. "You have enough time, just don't get distracted."

I bent to kiss her as we passed each other, my right hand automatically finding the junction of her thighs and slipping between to cup her hot sex. She was wet, and slippery, and I pushed two fingers up into her slick heat and bent them forward, toward her pubic bone. She made a sound that was half moan, half groan, and I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers - which drew a very similar sound from my lips. She pushed at me. "God! Now who's getting distracted?"

I grinned as I slowly slid my fingers out of her, keeping them pressed between her hot and puffy pussy lips as I dragged them forward, finding her hard clit and crushing it to her as I drew small circles with my fingertips. Her body bucked and spasmed with the intense sensation, and she pushed herself away from me. "Ohhh fuck! You need to quit that - go away!" She shuddered again, then smiled slowly. "I don't know if you left anything turned on in the kitchen, but you're definitely leaving something turned on in here! Cook slowly, this shower may take a little longer that I thought. Try not to think about my wet, soapy body, and me masturbating my horny little pussy while you cook, OK?"

"Shit! I'll try, but it's probably not possible. Don't be too long or your eggs will get cold. Scramred and sausages OK?"

She had her own hand between her legs, touching herself. "Fine, anything. Just go away now so I can shower...and whatever else I need to do."

"Horny little wench!"

"Thank you. Bye Adam, I'll be out in a few minutes."

I tied my robe as I walked out to join Kori in the kitchen. She had finished the prep work that I had started and had everything ready to go. We slid a tray of pop and drop biscuits in the oven and waited a few minutes, then I turned on the stove and set the sausages browning in one pan as she stirred up ten eggs in a bowl. Trying to time it right required a little guesswork with the strange stove and oven, but we got the eggs started in the larger s*******et and I added a healthy dose of spicy salsa as they began to heat up, then a couple large handfuls of shredded cheese - a cheddar and colby mix - as the eggs began to firm up.

Ronnie joined us after cleaning up a little and taking care of morning necessities, and he and Kori set the table and got out coffee cups and glasses for juice, filling them as I started to take things up from the stove. Kristi timed her entrance perfectly, sliding into her chair just as I set a plate of steaming food at her spot. Showered and fresh, hair still wet, she now looked - and probably felt - far better than any of us. It was a good thing I had a plate full of food, because she looked good enough to eat. And I might have.

We had honey and a couple of different jams for the biscuits, and the eggs had come out perfect, spicy from the salsa and creamy with the melted cheese. They all give me a lot of cuckolds brownie about my cooking abilities, but I know a few things! The silence as they all shovelled in the hot food was testament to that fact.

Our fast broken and our initial hunger satiated, Kori looked around at us as we continued eating. "So, who wants to hear the rest of the story about our honeymoon?"

That received a positive response, even Ronnie answering in the affirmative. I laughed. "Dude, you were there - weren't you?"

He grinned. "Of course, but I love the way she tells it. Seriously, every time we talk about that trip we wind up tearing each other's clothes off. It was our first time. Sort of."

He left that cryptic remark hanging in the air as Kori went on. "You guys don't mind if there are a few, uhhh, juicy details while you're eating? It won't gross you out?"

We assured her it wouldn't, and she dove in to her tale. "Well, suffice to say that after the night of debauchery inspired by Nando and his big cock, we were a little worn out. We overslept, and the maid woke us up when she knocked on the door. I was all for just throwing on a few clothes and heading back to the nude part of the beach so we could take them off again, but he insisted on breakfast, and a shower, all that stuff."

Ron laughed around a mouthful of eggs. He swallowed. "My shy little wife, the same one I had to practically beg to go to the nudy beach the previous day, was tearing at the reins to go that morning. She was so jazzed up and turned on about getting naked in front of all those guys again she could barely wait!"

Kori blushed, but agreed. "It's true! I loved it, the way men looked at me, and getting to see all those assorted male bodies. I just never knew that being naked in public could be so much fun. And of course, I was hoping we'd see Nando again."

Kristi snickered. "I'll bet you were! Were you mad at yourself for not, uh, seizing the day, as they say?"

Kori frowned. "Mad? No, not mad. I was a little embarrassed that I'd been so shy and hesitant, but not mad. I mean, I was still a newlywed more or less, and I'd never done anything like that before. I'd never even thought about something like that happening, it was just so strange. And then to find out how much it turned Ron on to see me, to see the look on my face, and my reactions...I mean, he came all over himself without even touching it!"

Ron shook his head and said dryly "Thanks dear, for reminding us all of my finest hour. Let's just say I was as surprised as anyone that I had such a powerful reaction."

Kristi looked from one to the other of them. "I think it's kind of sweet. You were feeding off of each other's excitement, it just shows how closely in tune you are, you know, to each other. As long as you're both fine with it..."

Kori nodded. "We are - as we discovered. So anyhow, after an eternity..."

Ron interrupted. "About an hour."

"...we went down to the beach, and got naked. It seemed like there were a few more people there that day, and we stayed closer to the busier part of the beach. We were old pros at this now, so it was easier. We discovered a few things right off."

I spoke up. "Such as?"

Kori giggled. "Well, first of all, if you make kind of a show out of rubbing sunscreen all over yourself, the guys seem to really enjoy it." We all laughed, and I nodded.

"No doubt! Go on."

"OK. Second, but closely related, we discovered that public erections are no big deal."

That drew another laugh from all of us. It was apparent that Kori was having fun telling this her own way. She continued. "Let me amend that; they were a much bigger deal for some guys than for others. I was amazed at all the different looking cocks! Big or little, short or long, fat or skinny, with and without foreskins, just so much variety. Only a few guys seemed to get hard, it doesn't seem to happen a lot, but when it did it was just no big deal. I mean, guys just didn't seem all that embarrassed about it. A few almost acted like they were showing off. It was fun, like window shopping, and very exciting."

I shrugged. "I guess they're a fact of life, you know, the erections."

Ron stared at me. "Right, like it wouldn't have embarrassed you." He then prodded her to continue. "Tell them about the guy that was putting the lotion on his wife or girlfriend or whatever. That was different."

Stormy,
I thought it wasn't like you to end without a cliff hanger. See you got things back to normal now though.

I loved Kristi jumping out of bed just for the Great Waldo story. If anything illustrated just how much store she puts on consensual casual sex that was it. Not a second thought.

Storm

This little substory is great.

Thanks

GH

Thanks guys. This is one of those little diversions I keep running into, but it does help to know a little more about Ron and Kori - I hope!
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She looked at him. "That was no big deal, you were imagining things." She turned to us. "He thinks they were screwing, right out there in front of everybody, but they weren't. He was just lotioning her up and maybe rubbing on her a little."

Ron nodded stubbornly. "He was! When he straddled her where do you think he put that thing? Besides, you say now it was no big deal, but you were sure staring at them at the time!"

Kori giggled. "Well, that's true. But he was the first guy we saw just laying out and openly showing off his hard-on! He was laying on his side, propped up on one elbow next to his wife - at least we assumed it was his wife - who was laying on her stomach while he rubbed lotion across her back and shoulders. But then I notice that his cock is stiff as a board and just kind of laying in that crease where her butt and thigh meet, pressing against her while he's oiling her up."

Ronnie chuckled. "Yeah, trust her to be the first to spot that! He was pretty good sized too, kind of skinny, but really hard, and long - like you, but not nearly as thick - so the tip of his dick is just almost right there at the promised land."

I didn't much like being dragged into it, but I had to laugh. "The promised land! I'll have to remember that. So then what happened?"

Kori picked up the narrative. "Well, he doesn't miss one square inch of her back, including her rear end, and, well, I guess I'm the one that decided that would be a good place for us to set our stuff down and sit. I wanted to see what would happen! But Ron didn't object at all, not a peep."

Kristi nodded. "I think we're all voyeurs, at least to some extent. I'd have had to see too, and you couldn't have dragged Adam away."

"Mmmm. Maybe if you haveged me first you could, but I do like to watch, I admit it. So, go on...

Kori nodded in agreement. "Well, he all of a sudden gets up on his knees, this long, stiff cock sticking straight out in front of him, and he straddles her bottom, kind of sitting back on the back of her thighs, and squirts another big shot of lotion on her back, then he leans over her and starts just rubbing it around on her back, her shoulders, her sides along her ribcage, his cock nestled in her slippery, oily butt crack."

Ronnie cut in. "Yeah, and that's when he reared back and slid it into her, after he got it all lubed up!"

Kori objected. "He didn't!"

"He did!"

"They wouldn't do that in front of all those people! Besides, we didn't have a good enough angle for you to tell if he was in her or not."

"He was, it doesn't take five minutes to rub lotion on. It took him five minutes to cum, rocking back and forth like he was just massaging the lotion in, but he was humping into her, then he waited a couple more minutes and pulled it out - miraculously not hard anymore, but dripping cum..."

"That was just lotion, and maybe sweat. You have an overactive imagination."

Ron laughed. "And you're naive - they were fuckin', I saw his ass clench and toes curl when he came - and we weren't the only ones that noticed. Several people were watching them, and it inspired several additional erections - and probably a few wet pussies, although that's a bit more difficult to observe."

Kristi looked at him. "Including you?"

Ron nodded. "No, I didn't have a wet pussy." She shook her head, and he laughed. "Of course! I was like twenty three, and I'd never seen anything like that before! I was hard as a rock!"

Krist went on. "And did anybody comment about how small yours is?"

He stared at her, then slowly smiled. "I should have known you'd be the one to say something like that. You're always so blunt!"

She shrugged. "I'm honest. And besides, you love it. So did they?"

He shook his head. "No. But one lady, an attractive brunette probably ten or twelve years older than us, stared at me, then she looked up and caught me looking back at her. The look of absolute pity on her face was so obvious! I don't know, maybe it was disgust, not pity. Her hubby, or boyfriend - her male companion - had no such problem."

Kori said "Oh, stop it! Anyhow, it just pissed him off."

Kristi looked at him. "Did it really piss you off?"

Ron nodded. "It did. Well, I just... I don't know, I had this mixed up jumble of all these different emotions. I was like half pissed off, half humiliated, half aroused by it..."

I grunted. "Huh. I think that's too many halves. Make up your mind."

"Fuck you! I said I had a lot of different emotions, two halves wasn't enough for all of them." He laughed. "Look, I've always been embarrassed and humiliated because I'm small. It took time for me to mature and start to learn to enjoy the offense aspect of it. When I was young and wanted to just fit in it was embarrassing, painfully so, to be so diffferent. I hated it!"

He paused, thinking. "Now it's part and parcel of this whole thing, the things we enjoy now, like seeing my poor deprived wife have an opportunity to get laid by a nice thick cock. It took awhile, but she eventually started to understand why I wanted that - and she went along, to make me happy."

She leaned over and kissed him. "And I'm so glad I did - just to make you happy, of course!" She laughed. "No, seriously, I love it too. It makes me feel good, I love having a bigger man sometimes, it's very satisfying. And my Ronnie likes it, which makes me feel even better!"

I shrugged. "Well, it seems to work for you. I've always thought that you two are about the happiest, most well adjusted couple I've ever met. You're always so in tune with each other. That's what I want for Kristi and me.
Oh, and about that just wanting to fit in with the crowd, I can totally relate to that. In a different way, I guess, but I told Kristi about my most embarrassing high school moment two nights ago. I'll tell you guys too, if you want, but not now." I looked at Kori. "What did they do next?"

"Nothing. I mean, he put a little sunscreen on himself, then just laid down next to her like nothing had happened, which is another reamister I don't think anything did."

Ron shook his head. "Except his cock was now totally limp and dead because he got his rocks off."

Kori giggled. "Well, that's true. That long stiff thing was now just a long floppy noodle. His hard-on did go away."

Ron laughed. "Because she was now laying there with a pussy full of cum that he pumped into her in front of fifty other people! Damn you're a stubborn woman!"

Kori giggled again. "He's probably right. It just didn't seem possible at the time, you know? Like my mind couldn't accept what my eyes were seeing. But as the morning went on, we noticed quite a bit of sexual stuff, touching, fondling, hard cocks and nipples, guys hitting on women - there seemed to be a number of spare, unattached guys, including several locals. Black guys. Off-duty resort staff, maybe."

Ron snorted. "Or on-duty resort staff! It's not a cheap place, they have to keep the guests happy. Some of those guys were spending all their time talking up some old ladies when there were a lot of young hotties around. Tell me they weren't getting paid for that!"

Kori agreed. "Maybe. But the old ladies - and their husbands - were eating it up. It was like some of these guys brought their wives there for the express purpose of finding them a big black bull to make 'em happy. But nobody - well, OK, nobody else - was just going at it right on the beach like that first couple."

Ron nodded. "Yeah, there seemed to be a set process, the guys would chat up the couples, touch and tease the women a little, then usually all three would get up and head back to their room or cottage, or up the beach to the trees and shrubby area in the back beach. Sometimes the husband just stayed and waited for his wife to come back. It was almost like a set ritual that everyone but us knew about."

I looked at him. "Any women?"

"What?"

"Any women working the tourists, hitting on the men - you know, hookers or whatever?"

Ron frowned. "No. I thought that was odd too, but I think maybe some of the wait staff and maids were probably do-able, if you wanted to try, or toss a few bucks their way. I think it could have been arranged, but the guys going after the ladies, that seemed to be what the place specialized in."

Kristi looked at Kori. "Did you get hit on? I mean other than your buddy Nando?"

Kori giggled. "Mmm, once or twice. It was very flattering, good for my ego."

Ron chuckled ruefully. "Once or twice, she says! It was nearly non-stop! Of course, she's showing everyone her pussy, laying back with her legs spread apart, rolling over on her tummy with her cute little butt sticking up looking like it should have a 'Mount Me' bumper sticker on it. You could see how wet she was from ten feet away!"

Kori was blushing furiously, but laughing. "I was awful! I was just so horny, and I figured what the hell, I'll never see any of these peolpe again. This tall, skinny black guy walks over, he's got real short kind of blonde-looking dreadlocks, stark naked except for beads around his neck, this thick, black, six inch cock hanging there, and he kneels down right in front of me so his junk is about a foot from my face and asks if we're looking for a little company."

Ron laughed. "Cool as a cucumber she says 'I don't know. Why don't you rub some sunscreen on my legs while we think about it?' So she stands up, which puts her horny litttle pussy right in his face, and he starts rubbing lotion all up and down her legs. She's got her legs apart, so he can do all the way around, and he's moving his hands closer and closer to her drippping little snatch."

I grinned at Kori. "You really are a little slut, aren't you?"

Her blush deepened. "Oh, I was so scared, but so turned on! God, I just had all these explosions going off inside of me, like fireworks, and I was practically shaking! His hands felt so good on me, and he kept getting so close, just almost touching my pussy. I was so ready to cum, right there!"

Kristi shook her head. "I am too, just from hearing about it! So did he? Did you let him?"

"Don't rush me! So anyhow, I look down, and his cock is totally hard, sticking out from between his legs like a pole. He wasn't as black as Nando, but pretty black, and not nearly as huge. His was probably not quite as big as Adam's. Almost."

I sighed. "Why am I always the yardstick? I'm just sitting here, minding my own business..."

Kristi pushed at my arm playfully. "Don't flatter yourself, you're nowhere near a yard long. Not even a foot. You're just a handy reference point. Now shut up and let her talk. Go on Kori, what did you do?"

"Just before he started to touch my pussy, when I knew he was going to, I turned around and stuck my ass in his face. That left me facing Ronnie, with this guy behind me. I wanted to see how Ron was taking all this."

Wow great story the last part was very interesting cant wait to find out what happens next. Keep up the excellent work stormy

Storm

I read this before I went to bed last night, but I was too tired to leave a comment.

This is a fun little diversion.

I understand that diversions can be frustrating when you're trying to finish a story, but it's the diversions like this one that add the spices that make your story so wonderful.

GH

Thanks garfield, glad you're enjoying it. Hope to post the next segment now, if all goes as planned, but then will probably have to be away for a few days.

You are so right GH. I enjoy the diversions (as you may have guessed) but it does stretch things out. Thanks for the response and the reassurance!

You're *******ing me Stormy. Where the hell is that Jeep? And who's in it?

Oh that's right, I forgot. We have to go looking for Ranger Rick before we get to the jeep. God, this is ***.

Awsome writing job, you are a master at this. You and GH have me captivated. Thank you for sharing your s*******s with all of us.

TrF2

Ron chuckled. "She needn't have worried, Ron was taking it quite well, as it turns out. I was so horny from watching her display herself to everyone already, then this guy shows up, and she starts in with him - totally on her own initiative. A voice inside my head kept saying 'Get her out of here, chase this guy away, she's your wife and this is wrong', but another little voice was saying 'Oh my god this is so incredible, I want to see her suck his cock, don't stop now'." He shook his head and smiled. "A real battle at the time, and that first voice was pretty loud - but the second voice had complete control of my body. I couldn't have stopped them just then, no how, no way."

Kori giggled. "He was sitting there with his mouth hanging open, just staring. And he had his hat, the one that Nando gave him, over his crotch, just like Nando had suggested. It was so funny, but when I saw that I knew he was hiding his little stiffy and that he was enjoying what I was doing, and was horny himself."

Ron nodded. "I was. And I could see he was, because he's kneeling behind her, groping her legs and ass, and she's got her feet spread apart and is bent forward slightly, his cock pointing straight up at her pussy like a big black heat-seeking missile. If he stands up just then it goes right into her - or at least in my mind that's what I was sure would happen, I could almost see it. It was intensely erotic for me, seeing them touching, and both so obviously aroused."

Kori was watching him as he told us that, smiling softly as he recalled that intense moment. I was wishing desperately that they had captured the moment on film and had photos to show us, but their combined story-telling already had me extremely aroused and I could almost picture in my head what he was describing. Kristi chose that moment to slide her hand under the table and inside of the robe I was wearing, finding me completely erect and throbbingly hard. My stomach tightened to the sensation of her wrapping her fingers around me and slowly beginning to stroke me in long, feathery strokes.

Kori went on. "So anyhow, he's running his hands up the back of my legs, touching my ass, his thumbs on the inside of my thighs and grazing just almost touching where I needed him to, and I'm thinking that if he touches me I'm going to have a big, loud orgasm, right there in front of everyone. I look around to see if anyone is watching, and first thing I see is this older guy - not too old, probably early fifties - about ten or twelve feet away and he's propped up on his elbows, just staring. His wife is right there, but she's sprawled out on her stomach, probably relaxing, and he's watching me, his cock sticking straight up, hard as can be!"

Kristi snickered. "Just some old pervert getting his jollies, right?"

Kori smiled. "I guess. But hey, it's not like he snuck around to spy on us, we just started giving him a show. And he was sweet, he smiled at me and winked and I smiled back at him and looked at his hard cock, which was very nice, and very flattering. I kind of like that, knowing that I can inspire that reaction, and he was clearly enjoying it!"

As she said this I felt her foot on my leg, below the table, making it's way up to my groin. At least I assumed it was her's because the only other permister it could belong to was Ronnie, and my mind didn't want to go there! When her foot finally reached it's goal and found Kristi's hand already there she looked momentarily puzzled. Kristi's startled laugh gave away what she'd found, and they both looked at each other and laughed, as did I. Ron looked at the rest of us, clearly puzzled. "What's funny?"

Kori patted him. "Nothing dear, I was just checking Adam's reaction but Kristi got there first. Just so you know, he likes our story." She laughed as she said that, and I saw on Ron's face that he realized what she meant.

They both kept touching me, Kori's toes on my balls and Kristi squeezing my cock as the tale continued. "Just when I knew he was going to slide his thumbs up into me he quit and stood up! I almost died of disappontment, but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back against him, and I could feel his big hard cock against my back and his balls hanging down on my butt. He was easily a foot taller than me, at least six foot six, maybe more. But very slender, skinny almost. Except for his cock. That wasn't skinny."

She sighed. "He starts squeezing my tits and rubbing that thick cock against my spine, from the small of my back to damn near my shoulder blades he's pressing that thing against me, and he kisses my neck and says 'When you decide you need the big black man, you ask for Jack. Everyone around here knows me. If you and your man want the company of Captain Jack, and the pleasure of his big cock you just ask around and I will come there', then he laughs and kisses my neck again, then lets me go and steps beside me, and takes my hand and puts it on his cock."

Ron chuckled. "She grabbed that thing like a drowning woman grabbing a lifeline, wrapping her fingers around and holding on for dear life! She was totally enthralled, just lovin' it, I could tell. She was nowhere near reaching around that thick hunk of meat, her fingers weren't long enough, and I swear her knees were shaking!" He laughed again.

Kori looked at him and said dryly. "Uh huh. And I was the only one aroused by that, right? Why don't you tell them what you did?"

He laughed ruefully and shook his head. "I fucking came, once again without even touching myself, I just popped my cork, right there under that hat! Seeing her wrap her little white hand around that black cock, my innocent little wife grabbing that big, thick thing, and the look of pure excitement on her face, well, it was just more than I could stand. She looked so aroused, and so scared, but so happy! This place was starting to make me feel like I was twelve and sneaking my dad's Penthouse magazines again, just shooting my load at the slightest provocation."

Kristi smiled at him. "It would have been fun to know you then. Just think of the ways me and your wife could have had some fun with that little habit, making you shoot off spontaneously at the most inopportune times!" She laughed. "Lucky for you we didn't, right?"

Ron grunted. "Mmm. Lucky for me! But then he takes her hand off him and starts to walk away. He stopped next to me, his big hard dick just right there, and he says 'Maybe you like to help your wife to suck this big cock, eh?', then he walks away laughing to himself, his cock sticking out for all to see, he couldn't care less. Half a minute later he's messing with some other couple just down the beach, hitting on them." He paused. "I wonder how many times a day those guys get laid. Must be a lot in the peak seamister, from what we saw."

Kori laughed. "Oh, I'm sure! Lots of horny relaxed people, lots of *****, some grass, everyone leaves their inhibitions at home - and big, thick, black cocks ready and willing! Lots of very proper ladies ready to take a walk on the wild side!"

I looked at her. "So, did you?"

She laughed again. "Ah yes, back to my story. So anyhow, it was probably less that ten or fifteen minutes after this Captain Jack guy figures out I'm too timid, he leaves and who shows up but our buddy Nando. Ron had time to clean himself up after his second little accident in two days, but I was still so horny I was about to die. I could still feel the size and heat of that big cock on my hand, which had almost made me cum just from holding it, and I was so wet!"

Ron nodded. "And the first thing he does is ask if we're going to buy his hats - which of course we have to because mine somehow got cum on the inside of it." We all laughed and he went on. "Kori was wearing her's, and wanted it anyhow, so I settle up with him on the hats - this time I remembered to barter with him so I didn't get ripped too bad - and he tucks his money away and sits down facing my wife. Who promptly pulls her knees up and rests her chin on them, feet apart so he's looking right at her horny wet pussy! I should have gotten a bigger discount!"

Kori giggled. "I really did do that! I was so horny, and I really wanted to see his big cock again. He looks at me, and smiles, and touches my leg, then he shifts around and pulls up his wrap skirt thingy, and there it is, just right there, big black balls and this long, thick cock hanging down to where it rests on the warm sand. He knew I wanted to see it."

Kristi prompted her. "Well, did you fuck him? Please tell me you at least blew him! Ronnie, what were you doing while your horny little wife was trying to get herself laid? Stop teasing and tell us!"

Ron looked at her and smiled. "Gosh, you're so demanding! Why do I suspect that you're one very horny lady right now? Are we maybe just a little bit damp in our nether regions, perhaps?"

Kristi kicked at him under the table, laughing. "Fuck you, I'm dripping! Just get on with it!"

Ron laughed, enjoying teasing her. She had it coming, the way she'd been tesing him about his small endowment - and she knew it. They always loved to tease and compete, that was the way Kristi and Ronnie had always related to each other, but now it was on a much more intimate basis. And it was a lot of fun for Kori and I to watch them.

He went on. "I moved around to the side to see them. I had to, I needed to watch, to know what they were doing. And she was my wife, so I had the right to see, right? Well, he scoots forward so his legs are under hers, and she scoots up and spreads her legs over his hips so they're face to face, about eighteen inches or two feet apart, him between her legs and her butt between his calves, and my shy little wife just reaches down and grabs that huge black cock like she'd been doing it her whole life."

Kori shivered, her face and neck flushed with arousal at the memory. "God, it was so big, and so black! It was beautiful, and I knew from the way Ron and I had spent the whole night turned on and fantasizing about it that he wanted me to do this. It felt amazing, so heavy in my hands, and it was getting hard, and thick, growing even bigger. It was almost scary big, I knew it would have to hurt to take it inside, but my pussy was absolutely dripping."

She looked completely caught up in the memory, her thoughts years back and miles away. I slipped my hand between Kristi's legs, which she obligingly parted for me, and found her every bit as wet as what Kori was describing about herself. I used my middle finger to stroke her hard and slippery clit, and heard her sharp, shuddering intake of breath. I slowly slid my finger into her tight, wet tunnel, to my second knuckle, and I felt her squeeze it.

It looked like we'd be delaying our hike just a little bit longer.

Stormy

First, again, another well written aside for an excellent story!

Sounds like Ron and Kori had on Heck of time on the nude beach. Nothing like that when my bride and I went last October in St Martin. Well except for "Mule" standing at the begining of the Nude area.

Adam seems to be learning about this lifestyle and about Krisit and himslef every step of the story. At the begining with the neighbors, then at the cafe as an observer, then on the boat. During this episode Adam is seeing how is two good freinds Koriand Ron got into this life and how they live it and be so in love!

I bet the upcoming, I am guessing, episode with the Ranger and friend after the hike will truely be a eye opener for Kristi and him. I envivimister some rough patches and Adam and Kristi; having some deep discussions about what is happening and what hapen.

There is so much of the story to go: then new couple they are going to pick up. what will happen when they get home, and what will happen with Adam, Krisit and his old special friend? And perhaps, most important; How will the love between Adam and Kristi grow in this life?

Again thank you so much for writting and sharing

Meijer

Storm

That really was a wonderful diversion. When you finish this story I really hope you will treat us to a few short stories. You have a wonderful imagination and I'm sure they would be very hot.

Thanks

GH

Meijer, thanks for the comment. It's fun to see the speculation from various people about how the story might go, especially so because except for a few certain things I'm not always sure myself! I don't recall if you previously mentioned seeing the 'mule' guy when you went to the nude beach on your trip. How did your wife react to that?

Thanks GH, I like to have a little fun with it! I have thought about your suggestion before and do have a couple of short(er) story ideas, but first I have to finish this one before I die of old age.
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The combination of eating breakfast and sitting and listening to Kori and Ron recount their experience had allowed time to slip past almost unnoticed, and it was now after seven thirty. The sun had not yet fully crested the bluff that rose to our east, so the boat was still in shadow, and as a result still rather chilly. On our west side a much steeper face of reddish sandstone rose from the water, and the rising sun reflecting off of it cast the boat, and us, in a rosy hue.

When I slipped away from Kori's exploring toes and Kristi's gentle stroking and crossed to the coffee maker I could feel the sun's reflected heat beginning to build on that side of the boat. To take advantage of the warming I re-opened the window on that side which I had closed earlier to cut off the cool breeze. I picked up the coffee pot and held it up to see if there were any takers other than me. Ron raised his mug, and when I crossed to fill it the two women also proffered their cups for a warm-up.

I returned the near empty pot to the counter and clicked off the machine, then grabbed a small container from the fridge before returning to my seat, whereupon Kristi quickly regained her grasp on my fading erection. I returned my hand to its gentle exploration of Kristi's most sensitive flesh, a move she automatically accommodated by pulling her robe back slightly and opening her legs. I knew the feel of her slick heat on my fingers would quickly return me to full stiffness, and I could quickly feel that I was correct. She looked at the small container I'd placed on the table and smiled, recognizing it as the breast milk that Britt had so thoughtfully left for us.

Giving me a quick glance, one eyebrow arched, she reached out and retrieved it, shook the bottle, popped the lid with her thumb, and poured a generous dose into my cup, hesitating momentarily before adding a shot to her own and then passing it to Ron, who repeated the action with his own cup and Kori's. Sadly, that finished up Britt's breast milk, but the experience had been not only arousing and fun, but educational - and quite tasty! I sipped my creamy coffee as Kristi prompted Kori to go on.
"So you were just sitting right there, on the beach, in the open, showing him your horny little self while you jerked him off?"

Ron nodded as Kori giggled and blushed before continuing. "I was, I know! Looking back later I couldn't believe I did that, but at the time it seemed like I just forgot where we were and that anyone else besides me, Ronnie, and Nando was even there"

Ron chuckled. "I was watching them, of course, but since I wasn't, uh, directly involved, I was also watching people that were around us a little bit, and people that walked by. It was more than a little humiliating to be sitting there watching my beautiful little naked wife fondle his big cock while my tiny little thing was poking out in all its three inch glory, but I was so excited and aroused I just didn't care!"

Kori smiled and patted his arm reassuringly. " More like two inch dear. Tell them about Dean and Val. We met this couple at dinner the previous night, Val and her husband Dean, and went out for a couple of takes and dancing with them."

Ron nodded. "Yeah, and who walks by on the beach but them! They recognize us and start to come over, but then they see what's going on, so they just stop, about, I don't know, maybe ten or twelve feet away and watch. Old Dean, within about twenty seconds, sprouts about a six or seven inch woody, just sticking straight up hard as can be. Val sees it and gets embarrassed that her husband is all aroused out on the beach, so she steps in front of him and kind of hides it behind her. She told us later that she was just as turned on, but was glad she didn't have a... what did she call it?"

Kori giggled. "Val said 'Thankfully I didn't have such an obvious physical manifestation of my arousal as my husband did'. She called his boner an obvious physical manifestation." She giggled again.

Kristi laughed. "Adam is having his own significant physical manifestation right now."

I shook my head. "Of course, and you'd be so disappointed and insulted if I wasn't! Now can we please go on with the story? The day is fleeting, but I have to know how this ends - I need to find out if I have to reclassify Kori on my zero to ten slutty scale."

Kori looked at me. "Where do I rank now?"

"About a four, four and a half - but rising!"

She laughed, and then the inevitable happened. Kristi asked "What about me?"

How does one answer when their beloved asks a question like that? It was a gag, a throwaway line, simple clowning around between me and Kori, but something for which I should have sensed the pitfalls long before the words ever crossed my lips. I usually know better than to set myself up for that type of thing, but now I didn't know whether she was also kidding around, or if I was about to step into the abyss.

It was reminiscent of the time when my then wife, now ex-wife, Lisa, had asked me if a particular pair of pants made her butt look big. I had quickly discovered that 'Yeah, that's it, it's probably just the pants' was entirely the wrong answer, even when said jokingly. This felt a little like that, which, even though it was years ago, was fresh in my memory. But potentially much more serious, given our recent history.

"Ahh, I never really thought about it."

"Coward! That's a cop-out and you know it. Just tell me."

"I choose not to answer on the grounds that it may tend to incriminate me."

Kristi and Kori both laughed, but Ron gave me a warning look. Kristi wouldn't let it drop. "Just spill it! I need to know where I rank compared to her. You are such a chicken!"

"You have me in a vulnerable position."

She squeezed my cock firmly. "I won't hurt you - unless you don't tell me."

"Uh, OK, maybe a four. Or a little below."

Kristi frowned, and I gulped. She stared at me. "Only a four? That's like a D, or even a D minus. I think I can do better than that!" She laughed. "Had you worried for a minute there, didn't I?"

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Hell yes. And by the way, you do show serious slutty potential. If I promise to re-evaluate your rank at the end of this trip can we move on?"

"I suppose. A four - huh! I'll show you!"

Kori laughed. "Glad we got that settled! Can I go on?"

I nodded. "Please do, I'm begging you."

"Well, when they stopped and started watching us, Ronnie mumred something, and I looked up."

Ron shrugged. "All I said was 'We have an audience', but she looks up and sees Dean and Val, and let's go of Nando's cock, which by now is totally hard and just enormous. She was like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar."

Kori nodded. "Well, my whole mindset was that it's OK because I won't possibly see anyone I know, and then someone we know - sort of - shows up right in front of me!" She paused. "So Nando, not nearly ready to quit, stands up, his big black phone pole sticking out from under his wrap, and holds his hands out. I reach up and he pulls me up to my feet, turns to Ron and says 'You watch Nando's things for him, don't let them be stolen', and he starts leading me up the beach toward the back beah area where the shrubs and trees are."

Ron jumped in excitedly. "Yeah, even though he's not much taller than her, it was like an adult leading a young by the hand, and she's just tagging along willingly, making no move to try to prevent him from taking her back there for whatever he wants to do!"

Kristi stared at him. "They just left you sitting there? You were supposed to just sit and guard his pile of trinkets while he takes your bride back there to fuck her senseless?"

Ron nodded. "I know, right? So I asked Val and Dean to stay and watch his stuff for me and I ran after them." He hesitated, kind of sucking at his cheek before continuing. "I've thought a million times since then how that must have looked, this short, muscular black stud with his obscenely huge black cock sticking out, leading my little white wife by the hand as she follows obediently along, her face all flushed and nipples sticking out. I mean, there could only be one possible thing on their minds, you know, and I'm hurrying along behind trying to catch them, also naked, my skinny little dick hard as a rock... "

I looked at him. "Well, at least you went after them. Better than just letting him lead her off, I guess."

He nodded. "Maybe. But if I'd thought about the scene we were creating at the time, I would have just laid down and covered myself with sand. I saw the people looking at us." He chuckled, shaking his head. "At least everyone understood why she was going with him without having to ask - that was pretty obvious!"

Kori frowned. "Oh Ronnie! You know better, I was just caught up in the moment. By the time it dawned on me that he told you to stay there, you'd caught up to us. So anyhow, the three of us go into the shrubby area, kind of behind the dunes, and Nando takes off his little wrap. He's totally naked now, like us, except for several strings of shells and beads and a gold chain around his neck, and I just couldn't stop looking at his cock, and his balls, which were, uh, well, just magnificent! They really were, he was just gorgeous."

Kristi sniffed. "If you say so. Not my cup of tea, I guess. Or maybe I should say hot chocolate."

Kori laughed. "You would have liked this hot chocolate, I promise you! I know you girl, and you would have been just creaming yourself over this cock, it was that nice. So anyhow, I get my hands back on him, touching and feeling, amazed by how big and hard he is, and how thick. I guess I never knew thay made cocks like that - or not on human beings anyhow. I was so aroused and just so curious, and...eager, I guess."

Ron laughed. "I'll say! She drops to her knees right in front of him, she's got one hand wrapped around his cock, the other trying its best to hold his big ol' balls, and she rubs his cock against her cheek, and neck. She couldn't get enough of touching him, and she's sliding his foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock."

What a visual. Our little Lilly, er, Kori, with that monster of a black cock in her tiny little hands. No wonder Ron was creaming himself, I dont' blame him. Good, good stuff Stormy, thank you.

TrF2

Storm

I do believe that your sex scenes create obvious physical manifestations of arousal in most of your male readers and slightly more subtle manifestations in your female readers.

Nice work

Thank you

GH

Hey guys, thanks for the kind words. It's been frustrating trying to find time to write lately, and it promises to get worse ahead. Sorry if it's dragging a bit, I'll push it on as I can.
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Kori nodded. "Mmmm, it just felt so yummy! It was such a new, foreign experience. I'd never been with a guy with anything like that between his legs before!"

She glanced at me as she said that, and I smiled at her. "K, if you don't mind me asking, how many guys had you slept with before you met Ronnie?"

She shook her head. "No, I don't mind. Funny you've never asked before, really. Counting my high school boyfriend I'd slept with four, before I met Ron." She emphasized the words 'slept with', as if to point out the fact that she had in fact fucked them, not slept with them, and that I had phrased my question in a quaint and silly way.

Kristi laughed. "You've told me that before, and I still don't believe it! At least your story is consistent though. So you're saying that none of your four previous encounters was, uhh, memorably endowed?"

Ron was watching his wife closely as she discussed this topic, as if trying to read something on her face, or in her voice. Kori shook her head. "No, just normal, I guess. Average, you know. I mean, I didn't know, it was all pretty new to me. One guy was a little bigger, which was exciting and a lot of fun, but not as big as Adam. And nowhere near as big as Nando." She giggled. "Or as black!"

I shook my head, wondering what she must have thought when she first saw Ronnie's diminutive offering following four average or larger guys. I didn't voice that question. "There you go again, using me as a comparimister. What's the deal with that? If you guys are going to keep doing that maybe I should get markings, like on a ruler, tatooed on my dick."

They all laughed, and Kristi nodded. "That would be helpful." She rubbed her finger over the tip of my cock, smearing around a generous droplet of lubricating pre-cum. "Start with zero at this end, here at the tip, and count up to the base; that way it will work as a depth gauge too!"

They laughed again, as did I. "Funny! Just you never mind, I don't need any helpful suggestions from you." I looked at Kori. "So anyhow K, the three of you went back up into the dunes..."

"Oh yeah, where was I? Oh, I remember - I kneeled down in front of him just to admire it. I wanted a closer look, and to touch, of course. It felt so neat, and I was just fascinated with the way it looked, and Ronnie was standing right there, watching me. I was kind of ashamed of myself for being so trampy - not enough to stop, of course - but when I looked at Ron he just smiled, and I could see how excited he was."

Kristi laughed. "I'll bet, knowing how kinky he is! So did he have an obvious physical manifestation of arousal?"

Ron laughed, and Kori looked at him and smiled. "Not nearly as obvious as Nando's of course, but yes, his little dicklet was stiff as it could be. And you know what, that's what made it all OK. I knew he was enjoying it too."

Ron chuckled. "My heart was pounding so hard! I know I should have been angry, or embarrassed or something, but I just wasn't. I was so intensely aroused that I wasn't even humiliated by the fact that his cock was so huge and mine was so not, or the fact that my wife was so obviously aware and appreciative of that fact, and that a couple dozen people were aware of both of those things." He shrugged. "Weird, in retrospect, but not at the time. At the time all I could think of was whether or not she'd blow him, or if he'd end up fucking her."

Kristi tore her eyes away from Ron and looked back at Kori. "So did you? You know, blow him or fuck him, I mean?"

Kori shook her head. "No. Well, not right then anyhow. We were alone pretty much, once we got back there near the bushes, but still people would pass by, and we could hear voices around us. I just kept playing with that incredible cock, and with his enormous balls. It felt so good, and he seemed to be enjoying it. He kept encouraging me, this whole little patter he had going on, telling me how beautiful I am and how he would make love to me and asking if I liked his cock."

Ron laughed. "Which she did."

Kori smiled and agreed. "Which I definitely did. I was so wet, but still I was afraid of his size, afraid it would be painful. Plus, it felt wrong. It was like it was all right to play and look, but actually screwing him would be crossing the line. I was a married lady, after all. So I played, and he got so hard, and so thick and long, big as my forearm, and he started leaking that clear, slippery fluid like al you guys do."

We all knew what she meant, of course, but Ron stepped in anyhow. "Pre-cum dear, you know it's called that. He was leaking a steady stream of it, I've never seen anybody leak so much, and all of a sudden she leans forward and licks it off of him, licks all around the head of his cock, then pulls his foreskin all the way back with her hand and takes him into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock like it was a big fat plum or something!"

Kori shuddered with arousal at the memory. "I did, I just started sucking him. I started just to lick off the pre-cum he was leaking, then started to suck him. I needed to, you know? He tasted salty and musky, so good, and it felt so huge in my mouth. I couldn't take much of him, he was just too big." She smiled, shaking her head wistfully. "Here it is, eight - no, almost nine - years later, and I can still remember exactly what it felt like, and the taste and smell, and the sound of the surf and the feel of the warm tradewinds. Like it's etched in my mind. Whenever me and Ron talk about it we still get really turned on. How many times have we gotten off to that memory do you suppose, sweety?"

Ron laughed. "Dozens, at least. Maybe hundreds. I don't know if it's beacuse it was our first or because of who and what and where, but it always gets us, every time. The image of her kneeling in front of him and trying to suck as much of that big cock as she could, her sweet pink lips wrapped around that big black cock, squeezing his balls..."

Kori nodded. "And then when he came, oooh boy! I was sucking him, I had his balls in my hands, both my hands, kind of squeezing and rolling a big fat testicle around in each hand, and I felt him tense up. I knew what was coming next, but still I wasn't ready."

Kristi and I just sat and stared at them, both of us amazed and aroused by their story. To picture them that young, barely twenty, maybe twenty one, still more or less newlyweds and having such an erotic experience in such an exotic locale gave a whole new insight into the lives of our friends.

Ron was watching Kori's face, a small smile on his lips as he saw her arousal at the memory of her first extramarital sexual encounter. He nodded. "Nando groaned and thrust his cock farther into her mouth - I figured he was cumming - and his first big blast fetishd her. Or maybe he just gagged her with his cock, we've never really been sure, but he shoots a big spurt of cum down her throat, and she gags and pulls back, coughing and obligation, and he's spurting all over her..."

"Yeah, on my face, and in my hair, in one eye, he's jerking himself off and just drowning me with cum. I never knew a guy could cum so much! It's dripping down my face and he's squeezing off the last few spurts on my tits so I'm totally cum covered. I'm tasting him in my mouth, all slippery and juicy, and then I'm cumming at the same time he is, just a small spotaneous orgasm out of nowhere! He starts rubbing that big cock around in all the cum on my face, smearing it all over me before he shoves it back in my mouth so I can suck him clean."

Ron laughed ruefully. "It was pretty impressive. Huge load, all over her and in her mouth, and he's got that white semen smeared all over that huge black cock. Quite a contrast. I was about to cum again myself, I knew I couldn't stop it, so I start jerking off and in about three yanks I'm cumming all over her back and shoulder, and in her hair, lots more in her hair. She loves that, by the way."

Kori snorted. "Yeah, right! I hate cum in my hair, it's surprisingly hard to get out, you have to totally shampoo it all over again. I hate it!"

Kristi nodded. "I agree. Cum in the hair is the worst. Why do you guys like to do that?"

I laughed. "You might be surprised to learn that we aren't really all that particular about where it goes, just as long as it goes. We really don't have much control over it at that point."

Ron nodded. "No cuckolds brownie! If you women would learn to keep it in your mouth or pussy where it belongs you wouldn't have that problem!"

Kori laughed. "Jerks! So anyhow, I'm totally cum-covered, right out in public, and I'm loving the feel of Nando's big cock slowly going soft in my mouth, and my hands, tasting him, sucking at him and feeling that puffy skin slide down over the end of his cock. I was acting like a total black cock slut, licking his balls and his shaft, sucking at his sticky foreskin, I was totally into him at that moment, couldn't get enough."

Ron nodded. "I finally had to tear her away, and Nando kisses her right through all the cum on her face, and thanks her, and tells her he'll be back tomorrow if she wants more, then he turns and walks right back down on the beach, naked, still half hard but so obvious that he just busted a nut. Val and Dean said they knew the second they saw him that he'd gotten his rocks off. He just said hi to them, then picked up all his stuff and went on down the beach. Fucker probably gets laid ten times a day."

Kori nodded. "Probably. With a beautiful cock like that, and his job, it's inevitable. So we stood there and looked at each other for a minute after he left, not quite believing what had just happened, and then for some reamister I kissed Ron. I'm not sure why, I knew I was messy and nasty, maybe it was a test, I don't know. But he kissed me right back, cum and all! He stuck his tongue in my mouth, then licked my lips and chin, then the side of my neck where I knew cum was running down. I was shocked!"

Ron laughed. "Not as shocked as I was! I had to do it, I was still so turned on, and this was my wife. It was like by doing that I took possession of her again, took her back for myself. At least that's how it felt to me, but then we all know what a sick, perverted bastard I am!" He laughed then paused, thinking, then shook his head. "I wanted nothing more than to take her back to our cottage and roll around naked with her, cum and all, for the rest of the day, I wanted to lick all the cum off her tits and eat her wet pussy then cum inside of her and eat her pussy again! But first we had to walk right back out on the beach, by our new friends, and get our stuff. With her dripping semen all over the place."

Kori shivered. "I loved it! I'm ashamed to say, I loved it when everyone looked at me like I was a cum-soaked slut! Which I was, of course, but that first time, in public, when everyone looked and everyone knew...it was so exciting!"

Kristi smiled at her. "They were just jealous you know. All the guys wanted to be hung like Nando so they could have a shot at beautiful young women like you, and all the other women wanted to be beautiful young women like you so the hung black studs would chase their little white tails around."

We laughed at her assessment, and I added "Or else the women all wished their husbands were like Ron and would let them have fun like you did, and all the guys wished their wives would attract some hung stud and put on a show for them like you and Nando did for Ronnie."

Kori laughed. "It was probably some combination of all those, along with the ones that thought I was just a disgisting black cock slut. But it was fun. I had cum in my hair that everyone could see, and all over my face, although I wiped some of that off when we got back to our towels. But I left it on my chest, on my boobs and stomach, and Ronnie's cum on my back."

Ron grinned. "It had run down her stomach and she had this whole little white semen/ string of pearls effect in her pubes, but we left it and walked right through everyone. We tied the towels around us at the end of the nude beach and went back to our cottage and did all that stuff I wanted to do, plus more. We didn't come out until dinner time - by then we were starving, it had been a strenuous day. Turns out even a huge load of cum is not very filling."

"Gross, Ronnie." I shook my head. "Amazing though! Not sure I believe all that, but it's a great story, and it does kind of explain a lot. Did you ever wind up fucking him?"

Kori objected. "It's all true, I swear! But no, I never screwed him. That just seemed like too much, like breaking my vows. As if giving him a blowjob didn't!" She laughed.

Ron nodded. "We weren't ready for that, for her to get fucked by another guy. Much as I wanted her to, she knew better. I'm glad it happened, because it opened our eyes to something that's become a big part of our lives, but if she'd have fucked him on our honeymoon..."

Kori squeezed his arm, and kissed him. "But I didn't dear. I did blow him one more time, and we let him return the favor on me that second time, but that was all. That time was in private, at our cottage, although I'm sure anyone within fifty yards knew when I came. God, it was fun." She paused. "It's what launched Ronnie's obsession, I guess, but that was probably unavoidable. It was bound to happen sooner or later, in private he was always so self conscious about being on the smaller side."

I shrugged. "See, I never thought that. I always thought you were so self-assured and comfortable with yourself that it just didn't bother you. If you had insecurities about it, you hid them well."

He nodded. "Well, I wasn't about to talk to you about it! You, of all people, wouldn't understand. But Kori's right, I totally obsessed about it after that, and I started bugging her, asking if she wouldn't like a bigger man, if a bigger cock than mine wouldn't make sex better for her."

"And I hated it, especially at first." Kori sighed. "I was happy. Nando had been fun, and exciting, but I figured it was a once in a lifetime thing, because we were in an exotic place and relaxed and it was all so sexy and spontaneous. I didn't want or need anything more, just my Ronnie. We were - are - so in love, and that's all that mattered to me. But I started to see how important it was to him."

Ron chuckled. "I wore her down. It took over two years, almost three. She gave in just to shut me up, I think, but she had the idea that we should maybe start with a swing club or something. She felt that her taking a lover would be too threatening and make me feel, I don't know, emasculated, I guess. So we did it her way. She's very wise, my beautiful lady. It was the right thing, the right way to go, and it eventually evolved into what we wanted, but it was a gentle transition her way."

Kori grinned impishly. "And my handsome stud is also very wise. He was right, I do love a big cock from time to time. Not too big, but bigger than his tiny little peter, just a nice big thick cock to fill me up inside and make me cum. And the variety is a lot of fun. Plus, the way it turns him on and gets him practically air-humping like a male dog is always amusing." She laughed. "That's so awful, but it turns out I really am a cum loving slut, and this lets me flex my exhibitionism and get really well laid occasionally. It's been great for us, but that's just us. It wouldn't work for everyone."

Ron laughed. "It would work for everyone that was a sex obsessed couple of horndogs like us!" Kori rose to carry our coffee mugs to the sink, and he smacked her ass. "Hey, are we going to do our hike or not? It's almost eight thirty, I figure we need to leave here around three or a little after to get to Bullfrog Marina by five thirty-ish if our cowgirl is going to join us. We have plenty of time still, it's only about a mile up the trail according to Ranger Rick and our maps."

Kori returned to the table, smiling at Kristi. "It's Ranger Lee dear, and I think maybe Kristi would rather wait right here in case big Ranger Lee should happen to show up."

Kristi laughed. "Nah, fuck him! If he doesn't want me bad enough to be here last night, or by the crack of dawn, he can just go on regretting what he missed out on. Let's go do the hike, I want to see what a hanging lake is!"

I looked at her, bemused. "Regretting what he missed out on, huh? Are we maybe feeling a little cocky and vain this morning?"

She stood and opened her robe, leaning her warm body and taut breasts, nipples erect, into my face. "Adam, sweety, you know exactly what he missed out on. Are you saying I'm wrong?"

No, I wasn't saying that. I definitely wasn't saying that!

Hey, where'd that Ranger Rick reference come from, LOL.

Interesting four way conversation, these guys are so likeable, I'd like to know them in real life. I'd have fun just hanging with them.

Great job Stormy.

TrF3

Thanks Trf2, and yes, I have to admit I borrowed your RRR.
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I nuzzled her, reveling in the feel of her warm, smooth body against me. I moved my closed lips slowly across one of her pert nipples, feeling its hardness, then looked up at her. "No, you're not wrong. His loss, but I can't say that bothers me all that much."

"Mmmm, that feels good. You're not really jealous of him after all we've already been through, are you? I mean, he was only around for a few minutes, and nothing at all happened."

"No, I'm... c'mon, let's go get our stuff together so we can go." I stood and joind her, and Kori and Ron followed us as we all trooped back toward our cabins to get prepared to hike up the trail. When we separated from them and were alone in our cabin, I continued my thought. "I don't know that I'm jealous of him, per se. I suppose maybe I am. It's just that you seemed so interested, so attracted to him."

"I was attracted to him. I wouldn't be interested in having him show up again if there wasn't a little something there." She looked at me. "I told you I thought he was interesting, he's just a very sexy man. Very hot. There was just this sexual tension between us, I could feel it."

"Yeah. I was several feet away from you two, and I could feel it. You both had flared nostrils and all of your various erectile tissues fully erect. You tend to generate that in men, you know."

She shook her head and smiled. "Adam, is that my fault? Maybe that's just my curse, but it did help me snare you so it can't be all bad, right? "

"Maybe. I don't know, it's just hard sometimes, seeing the way men look at you. I know exactly what they're thinking." I dropped my robe on the bed and reached for a pair of supplex nylon cargo shorts that could double as a swimsuit. I knew we'd probably swim the short distance to shore rather than get out the inflatable boat, and then probably walk in the stream for at least part of the climb because the ranger had told us that much. Kristi shed her robe as well, and I stood, holding my shorts in my hands as I looked at her naked body. Sure, I knew what men were thinking when they looked at her. It was easy to read it on them. I couldn't really blame them, but neither was it her fault. It was nature, biology programmed by eons of evolution.

She stepped to the dresser where she had unpacked most of her clothes, then looked back at me, her eyes running over my body the way mine had been doing to hers, then settling on the shorts I held. "Is that what you're wearing?"

"Yeah, and probably a t-shirt. It's getting hot now and it will be worse later, in the canyon, but at least we'll be near water the whole way. What about you?"

"Probably kind of the same, swimsuit bottom, maybe a shirt so my shoulders don't burn. You know, it doesn't matter in the least what men are thinking about me if all they get to do is look. I have no way of stopping that, but if I'm not interested in them..."

"You could be a little less gorgeous." I laughed as I said that. "No, I mean I know what you're saying, and you're right. But you do send out these vibes sometimes. When men look, you look right back at them. Eye flirting."

She didn't deny it, instead focusing on pulling on a small bikini bottom, royal blue, which I recognized as the one she had worn following sex with Juan, the bikini which she had been wearing when she'd displayed the cum-soaked crotch to me. She saw me looking at it. "I washed it out in the sink. It's clean now. You liked that though, didn't you?" She crossed to me and we kissed, and I felt her cup my balls in her hand. "Do you find it strange that when you see other men look at me, and you claim to know exactly what they're thinking, that bothers you, and yet when you see me and I've obviously been with another man, having sex, and his cum is in me and spilling out of me, that turns you on?"

I shrugged, agonized. She had a point, one I'd pondered at considerable length. "No, I don't find it strange. I find it absolutely incomprehensible. I don't know why I'm like that, but I don't seem to be able to change what is, either."

I stepped away from her, embarrassed, maybe a little ashamed at what she had pointed out. I hadn't realized that she had noticed the incongruity of my feelings. She pulled a small and snug little pink top over her head as I stepped into my shorts and pulled them up. Her tight top left her midriff bare and her nipples protruding plainly through the thin, tight knit.

She tossed me a white t-shirt with a beach scene emblazoned across the front and watched me as I put it on. When I had pulled it over my head she met my eyes and asked "What do you think when you see me like that, full of cum? After I just fucked someone else?"

"It turns me on. I find it very arousing for some reamister, you know that already. Pretty sick, huh?"

She shook her head. "No, I know that. And anyhow, I don't think it's sick, but what I wanted to know is what you're thinking, at that moment." She bent to retrieve her Teva sandals and I automatically focused on her fine ass as she did. Magnificent!

She looked at me again, and I sighed. "I don't know. I don't think I'm really thinking anything, you know what I mean? I just want to fuck you, right there and then, but it's not really a structured thought. Just a desire, a need I guess." She kept watching me, not saying anything. I shook my head. "Or go down on you. When I see your pussy all used and cum filled I want to fuck you or eat you, but I don't really consciously think about it, I just want it. I probably should have years of psychotherapy."

She laughed out loud at that final comment. "That would just make you boring and dull. It's much more fun this way." She glanced in the closet. "Do you want your sandals too?"

"Sure, thanks." She bent to get them, and again I watched admiringly.

She crossed to me and bent down at my feet to put the sandals on me. I was surprised. It was somewhat out of character, and struck me as an oddly submissive or subservient move on her part. I lifted my foot and she slipped one sandal on me, fastening the velcro straps around my heel and arch as she spoke. "It's the same thing, really, and it's a very natural reaction, I think. Either you use your penis to power the intruder's sperm out of me and replace it with your own, or you get his seed, his semen, out of me with your tongue and lips and then replace it with your own. Either way you eliminate or reduce his chance of reproductive success and enhance your own. The drive to reproduce, to spread your own genes, is very strong. I saw a show on Discovery or one of those channels about it."

"Oh swell. Was it about reproduction, or infidelity? Are you sure it wasn't a porn channel? What was it rated?"

She laughed. "No, seriously. It was about evolution and the survival instinct, I guess. Did you know that there are things, like enzymes or antibodies or whatever, in your semen, that will attack and ******* sperm from another guy? In your saliva too, same thing. It *******s the other guy's little swimmer guys. So it's really programmed into you to go after that foreign cum and remove or destroy it."

I stared at her. "Huh. What do you suppose that says about the fidelity of the female of the species, that our bodies developed those defenses against the semen of other males? Now everyone says that men are the polygamous ones and women tend toward monogamy. Guess it hasn't always been that way, or those little evolutionary defenses wouldn't have developed like they did. They wouldn't have been needed."

She didn't take offense. Instead, she finished with my other sandal and rose, giving me a teasing and sexy smile. "Who says it's that way now? I don't know that women tend to be monogamous - we're just more selective. That same show said that you guys make two hundred and fifty million sperm cells each time you cum! That's roughly a zillion for you, just in the last couple of days, and they're all over the place. You must be worn out!" She laughed, and I shook my head.

"I'm exhausted. Drained, even. Just think, if all those took, a guy could re-populate the earth in, lets see..." I did some quick figuring in my head "about twenty five cum shots. That can't be right!"

She laughed. "Fortunately there are other limiting factors. But that's why you guys are so willling to share the wealth - you'll shoot that stuff anywhere, what the hell, there's always more where that came from, right? You succeed by cumming with any willing female, any time, anywhere. Or even any willing male, in some cases."

She paused. "Women have more invested, that whole nine month plus youngcare thing. We're always looking to trade up - not consciously, of course - but we are always drawn to the genetically superior males. Like Ronnie for his intelligence and drive, and his ability to provide, or you, same thing plus just your masculinity. Plus, you're pretty cute, and a big cock is always a plus. Or like Ranger Lee for his assertive and aggressive nature; he's all male, like Kori said. And face it, he's probably fifty-ish and he's still built like a Greek god. He looks about thirty except for the gray and the weathering. That's some good genes, and a chance to widen and deepen the gene pool is ultimately good for humanity."

"Ah, so now it's a humanitarian move, for the betterment of mankind. I see. I'm not sure your gene pool couldn't use a little more chlorine."

We both laughed as we walked out into the hall to find Ron and Kori, continuing our conversation. "I guess I can see that, about the selection of good genes. There has to be some strong biological pull, the need to procreate and do the best possible, or we'd have disappeared a long time ago. And I suppose Alcott does look pretty good. For his age."

She giggled. "Oooh, meow!"

I laughed. "Plus, if he's hung he gets a check mark in that plus column you mentioned too, right?"

She raised her eyebrow. "He is. Trust me, he is."

"Hey, I just had a thought. How does it feel every time you swallow a mouthful of cum to know you just gulped down a quarter billion potential lives?"

Kori popped around the corner and looked at us, a horrified expression on her face. "What in the hell are you two talking about? My god! What a horrible thought!"

Kristi and I both laughed, and I explained what I'd said, and briefly where the thought had arisen. Kori shook her head, a doleful expression on her face. "I don't think I'll ever be able to enjoy a nice warm, fresh mouthful of cum as much ever again! I wish you'd never told me any of that!"

Storm, just caught up with your work here. Took me a while to get here from page 1, but I thought <rightly so> that it would be worth it. Dude, you can write! No wonder no one reads my recaps of my wife's adventures. This is great stuff, please keep it, and us coming!

Thanks for the story. I can't wait for them to get to the lake- bring on Ranger Lee!

Herz4fun, thanks so much for the kind words, I'm glad you enjoyed the story thus far. A bit incredulous that you read to here from page 1 in the recent past, but glad you liked it.
Welcome to the gang!
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Kori had chosen to go just the opposite of Kristi, wearing her bikini top rather than a shirt, and a very tiny and snug pair of aqua colored knit shorts that clearly defined a cute and prominent cameltoe. Following her comment we enjoyed a good laugh at her expense as we joined Ron, who was sorting a few things into a small backpack on the kitchen counter. He had four water bottles lined up alongside a selection of trail snacks and several apples, and as he worked on loading up he looked up at us. "I took some waters and snacks, nothing much, but it's a short hike. Should I bring along some beers?"

I shook my head. "Not for me, I'm good with the water. It's only a couple of miles, round trip, so we don't need a bunch of stuff. Plenty of water though, it's getting hot."

The girls agreed with me, and Ron began to close up the pack. At the last second he stopped and slid a bottle of merlot in along one side and closed it up. I grinned and handed him a corkscrew. He slapped his head. "Oh yeah, duh! That would have been a catastrophe to lug this along and not be able to open it, huh?"

I laughed. "Yeah, catastrophe. What's with taking wine along?"

"Who knows, we might need to take a toast to something."

"Oh, OK, sure. You taking glasses?"

"Nah, we can just pass the bottle. I think we're past worrying about sharing germs, don't you?"

Kristi laughed. "I'd say so! Still can't believe you want to carry that along though. It's just possible you may have a takeing problem, you know."

Ron looked at her and smiled. "Nope! I like to take, I know that, and I can afford to - so no problem! I'm ready when you guys are, let's hit the road."

Ron had pulled the boat within about eight or ten yards of the shoreline before anchoring the previous evening, but the bottom sloped steeply downward here so we'd still have to swim the short distance. At the moment there were no other boats in sight, so it appeared that we would have the trail and the lake to ourselves, at least for a time. We had verified with the GPS and the guidebook that this was the right inlet and the right canyon, but from our vantage point nothing was visible that resemred a trailhead.

I dove into the water and then surfaced and came alongside where Ronnie could pass me the backpack. As the others slipped or dove into the lake, I held the pack above the water with one hand as I swam the few yards to where I could stand up. Considering how cold it had felt at dawn, now, just a couple of hours later, it was astoundingly hot, and the cool water felt very good.

As we all emerged on the shore two things became readily apparent: First, Kori's little knit shorts clung to her like wet toilet paper, making her puffy little pussy lips plainly visible, and second, Kristi's tight top did pretty much the same thing, clearly displaying her firm breasts and stiff nipples. OK, that's three things.

Ronnie and I both noticed immediately, and I chuckled as I softly smacked Kori's butt. "Nice K, those shorts just draw the eye right to your feminine charms!"

She grinned at me, raising one eyebrow teasingly. "If you don't like it, don't look!"

"That's the problem, I do like it, but I need to watch where I'm going so I don't walk off a cliff or something. It's dangerous you know, you're a trail hazard."

Kristi laughed as she squeezed water out of her hair. "Listen to you, you're turning into a regular pussy hound! Should we have brought towels?"

"No, I've always been a pussy hound, I just kept it hidden. I like your shirt a lot too by the way. Very nice - you two should probably stay behind me and out of my line of sight. At least 'til you dry, which won't take long here - and which is why no, we don't need towels."

Ronnie had taken the small pack and slipped the straps over his shoulders as he moved up the shoreline looking for the trail. "If y'all are done ogling each other, should we get started? I think the trail is this way."

He moved toward the opening of the narrow canyon, from which a small, crystal clear creek emptied itself into the flat, dark waters of Lake Powell. The guidebook had said that the trail followed the creek bed, so he was undoubtedly correct. We joined him and soon found the trailhead, a small wooden sign identifying it as such and noting that it was part of the Glen Canyon National Recreation Area. We passed the sign and rounded some smallish willow scrub, almost tripping over two yellow kayaks that were pulled mostly off the trail alongside the bushes.

We paused, looking at them, and Kori said "I guess we don't have a private trail and lake today after all. Did anyone see them paddle in?"

I shook my head. "Didn't see or hear them, but then kayaks don't make a lot of noise. Hell, for that matter they could have been here overnight, or for several days even. I guess we'll probably find out if we meet up with the owners."

With that we headed up the trail, with me initially leading, followed by Kristi, Kori, and Ronnie, in that order. Most places the trail was narrow, necessitating that we walk single file. The red rock canyon itself was a narrow V-shape, in some places less that six feet wide at the level of the creek bed, with steeply rising walls on each side. It climbed gradually at first, the water flowing in small ripples along a bottom that was mostly flat and made up of an orange-ish silt and sand, and over bare red rock in others places.

It was noticeably cooler here, in the shade of the canyon and by the water, than it had been along the open lake shore. It was also quiet, very quiet except for our breathing and the small liquid sounds of the water as it gurgled its way to the lake below. And it was green. The small creek, which the trail followed and in which we walked at times, was an artery of life in a rocky desert. There were small shrubs and trees along its banks, sometimes seeming to be anchored on bare rock, other times with their roots finding a precarious purchase in small pockets of mud and sand no bigger than a salad bowl, and in narrow cracks in the rock.

Jewel-like dragonflys and busy wasps moved above and among the leaves, and an occasional small bird lent it's bell-like misterg to the music of the creek. Some of the stones lining the creekbed itself were green with a soft velvet layer of filamentous algae, the lush green tendrils of hair-like fibers waving in the slow flow of the creek on the downstream side, and tiny minnows sparkled through the water as they dodged us and hid near the rocks, and amongst the plants.

It was beautiful, magical, moist and lush. It was difficult to believe that just a few hundred feet back, along the lakeshore, all you could see was the flat surface of the lake and barren, heat-blasted rock formations, devoid of life. Whenever I encountered the life-giving power of water and the tenacity and opportunism of the organisms that rushed to take advantage of it, it never failed to completely astound me, leaving me breathless and with a sense of awe.

I think each of us had a sense of that in some way, because we moved wordlessly through it in almost worshipful silence, breathing in the cool, rich scent of life. As the trail began to climb a bit more steeply, we stopped and looked back down the narrow defile, a shady tunnel of green life and red rock. Kristi sighed. "God, that was beautiful! I felt so at peace there, just this sense of well-being, like I was in some holy place or something."

Ron agreed. "Really! That was incredible, just amazing. I can bust into the wine and do a communion service if you like!"

I chuckled. "Father Ronnie, huh? Let's not spoil the moment, OK? I have to admit, this place is something special. We definitely owe ol' Ranger Lee a big thanks for turning us on to this, we'd probably have never come here on our own."

Kristi laughed. "I volunteer to pay him back for all of us! I'm sure I can think of some way to say thanks."

Kori frowned at her. "Hey, no fair, I want to thank him too!" She paused for a moment, looking downcast. "I wonder how many beautiful places like this they drowned when they built the dam and filled up the lake? What a crying shame!"

I nodded at her, agreeing, but surprised she'd thought of that. "Yeah, you're right. It is too bad. A lot of people thought Glen Canyon was even prettier than the Grand Canyon, before they filled it with a lake - or so I've read. All this so people can wash cars and water lawns."

Kori nodded. "Or so teenage boys can spend hours jerking off in the shower. Oh well, at least that much of it goes for a worthy cause!" We all laughed, and she brightened noticeably. "Well, come on, let's go. I don't want to be a downer on our day! I'll lead for awhile."

She did, hopping nimbly from rock to rock as the trail began to ascend more steeply. I admired the way her still-damp shorts formed perfectly to her round ass and outlined the cleft between her legs. Looking up into her crotch from the rear as she climbed ahead of me caused me to stumble several times, and soon Kristi called me on it. "Are you stumbling because you're looking at Kori's pussy instead of watching where you step, or are you just tripping over your dick?"

That got me laughed at, mostly because everyone knew she was right. I stepped aside and pulled her past me. "Here, you go second, before I hurt myself."

She stepped up behind Kori, and when I saw the way her small bikini bottom had wedged its way into her crack and crotch I knew that would be just as dangerous! I turned and pulled Ronnie up, pushing him ahead of me as well. "You follow her, I'll come last for awhile. Try not to hurt yourself."

We went on, Ron now admiring Kristi's magnificent ass and taking over the tripping and stumbling that had been my responsibility moments before. My ability to walk returned quickly, even as his faded away. The water was tumbling now, falling over rocks and ledges as it made it's way down to the lake, and we climbed steadily, at times in the stream and at times alongside.

At one point the trail ran up over a ledge, fifteen to twenty feet or so above where the creek rushed through a very narrow channel it had cut in the rock below. The path was wide enough, maybe eighteen inches or thereabout, and not particularly scary or dangerous despite the drop to the creek. What was impressive about it was the way the heat spiked up, even that close to the cool bottom of the gorge. It was easily fifteen degrees hotter on the ledge above the water, probably pushing close to a hundred degrees despite the shade of the rock above.

We soon dropped back to the creek, relieved by the cooler air, and were all soon breathing heavily as we continued the somewhat strenuous climb. Eventually the trail began to level out, and we saw a low wall of rock a ways ahead, with trees and shrubs rising above it. About the time we noticed that, we became aware of sounds coming from off to our right.

Not nature sounds, like birds or naturals, and definitely not the water or wind. No, these sounds were human, extremely human, the type made only when a permister is either in pain, or in the throes of sexual passion. It seemed apparent that someone was either hurting, or very happy!

Oh, I do hope it's .....

(2 can play at that game)

Dude, I'm serious. You have a way with the written word. You should definitely consider writing some kind of novel, book, youngren's stories, whatever. Your descripition of something as mundane as four people hiking up a canyon trail left me visualizing exactly how it looked, smelled and sounded, not many writers can do it as well as you just did. It was brilliant. Was this a nice memory from a permisteral experience, or just fantasy?

Hmmmm, wondering if your telling us about Kori's fascination with big black cocks is a lead in to certain events in the future?

Great job Stormy, thanks.

Storm

First of all any story that contains the words camel toe gets an automatic four star rating from me.

Your ability to create wonderful visual images continues to impress me.

And just who are the owners of the kayaks?

Thanks again for writing.

GH

Peak, hope you're not disappointed! Thanks for dropping a note.

Trf2, thanks for the positive review! It was actually a combination of several different experiences gained in years spent backpacking, hiking, and mountain biking in the various parts of the U.S., mostly northern and western. Not a real place, just a composite. As for Kori, well...

Thanks GH, do I get extra credit for working cameltoe into the first sentence of that segment?

As always, I appreciate all the comments!
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The sounds got louder as we moved forward and were soon discernable, without a doubt, as a woman enjoying some form of sexual pleasure. A lower pitched groan or murmur occasionally accompanied her moans and cries of ecstasy, pointing to a male partner as the source of her pleasure. While the polite thing to do would have been to either fall back a ways and wait them out or, alternatively, make a little noise to let them know they had company, we did neither. Instead, Kristi giggled, Ron smiled and wiggled his eyebrows, and we shushed each other and slowly crept forward.

I was slightly uncomfortable with sneaking up to spy on them, but not enough so to pull back. I'm pretty sure Kori felt the same, but what the hell, they were the ones that had chosen to knock off a piece outdoors, in a public place, so they really couldn't complain if they were seen! I was starting to get pretty good at rationalizing bad behavior, I noticed.

While the left side of the trail still had a fairly steep rock wall rising just a short ways from the creek, the right side had begun to open up into a tangle of shrubs and tall weeds. We soon came to an opening in the bushes, a narrow path, and looking back into the opening we could see, perhaps thirty feet away, a small, red and yellow dome-shaped tent, the doorway of which was pointed toward us.

It was set on a small grassy area, and the flaps were wide open, both the yellow nylon doors and the mosquito screening within tied back against the sides of the opening. Framed within the portal, in the dim reddish light of the interior, was the source of the sounds we'd been hearing. There was a male, slender and pale, flat on his back, feet toward us and knees apart and bent so that his feet were flat on the floor. I had the impression he was quite young for some reamister. Astride his face, also with her back to us, was a woman, enthusiastically grinding her pussy into his tongue and lips. She had one hand back on his chest, bracing herself, and with the other was vigorously jerking his erect cock.

Her head was not visible due to the lower door opening which cut her off below the shoulders, but we could see her long, straight brown hair hanging down her back and swinging with the movements of her body, and could also see the sheen of sweat down her narrow back and the voluptuous widening of her hips and round curves of her feminine buttocks where they were spread above his neck and chin, engulfing his head.

It looked like his slender six inch cock was taking serious use as she yanked and jerked on him with abandon, locked in the throes of her own orgasms. His sweaty ball sack, loose and hanging in the intense heat of the day, bobbed up and down with her tugs, bouncing around the two smallish orbs clearly outlined within. With her cries attesting to her appreciation of his efforts, we watched for a few moments - maybe a minute or two - as she reached another climax, and when I turned to see how my friends were taking this erotic scene I was shocked to see Ron taking pictures with his digital camera!

I pushed at him, hissing "What the hell are you doing? Are you insane?"

Kristi laughed softly and whispered "My idea, sorry! Nobody will believe this without photos you know. Just a couple, OK?"

I shook my head and looked back at the rutting couple just as Kori whispered "Thar she blows!" Sure enough, the young man had passed his breaking point and his white semen jetted into the air, splashing down on her hand and arm and his own stomach. His orgasm and the feel of his hot semen coating her hand rocked her to another orgasm, and she continued to jerk his cock as she came, milking him dry and a***ing his tender and satiated organ until he was writhing and groaning for mercy.

Finished, exhausted, she collapsed forward over his face, showing us his chin and her pussy, his tongue still slowly probing and carressing her tender folds. His cock drooped, softening rapidly, but it still twitched and bobbed with the after-spasms of his spurting climax.

Suddenly aware of the silence, and of the fact that if either of them moved we would be caught looking, we hurriedly and as quietly as possible slipped past the opening in the bushes and up the trail, clumsy in our haste to get away! We came to the edge of the small lake we'd been looking for not more than a hundred and fifty yards later, and we moved slightly around the bank to our right where some sloping rocks formed the shoreline.

We stopped on the rocks and Ronnie carefully set the pack down, mindful of the glass wine bottle within. Kori looked back down the trail. "Well, so that's how kayakers mate, I'm glad we got to observe them in their wild native habitat! Who knew? It sure got my juices flowing - how about the rest of you?"

We laughed at her as Kristi agreed. "Yeah, pretty hot! And so illicit, sneaking up without them knowing we were there. That was exciting!"

Ron nodded. "It sure got my little poker pecking out - er, I mean pecker poking out. Kind of fun, huh?"

They were all looking at me, and I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. I felt kind of bad about it, but that didn't stop me from getting all semi-hard. I can't believe you took pictures!"

Kristi and Kori laughed, and Kori nudged me with her hip. "Semi-hard huh? Was that the best you could do?"

Before I could object or explain, Ron held up the camera. "Look, I zoomed in on this one. Nice detail, huh?"

There on the camera's display screen was the V of the guys legs, framing his cock as her hand wrung his load from him, his white and shimmering cum streaming down over her knuckles before runnning down across his sagging scrotum. I shook my head. "A work of art Ronnie, you'll have to get a framed 8x10 to hang in your front entry. You're such a toad, invading their privacy!"

"You did it too!"

"I didn't take pictures! And I at least had the decency to feel bad about it." I looked at Kori. "Hence the semi-hard. It just felt funny to be there, despite the erotic voyeurism factor. And for some reamister they seemed really young to me - did anyone else notice that?"

Kristi shrugged. "Probably your imagination, they're old enough to be out in the wilderness alone, fucking, so they can't be too young."

I looked at her. "Oh, I don't know, I did that a few times while I was still in high school, with a girlfriend I had. A very horny girlfriend, I might add."

Ronnie pulled off his sweat-stained shorts and stepped naked into the cool water of the lake, looking back at me. "Did you take any pictures? Or maybe have some passers-by take a few for you?"

I laughed. "You're such an asshole! And no, or at least not to my knowledge, no pictures."

He shrugged. "Too bad!", then took a deep breath and dove beneath the surface in the crystal clear water of the small lake, his form plainly visible as he pulled toward the far shore without a ripple breaking the surface.

Kori dropped her bikini top on the rock beside me and pushed her shorts down, wiggling her hips as she struggled to get the tight garment past her curves. Once she'd succeeded in getting them to her thighs she sat down on the rock and leaned back, sticking her legs in the air at me. "Don't just stand there, help me get these off, I want to get in the water!"

I grabbed the waistband and started to tug them for her, then stopped. "You wore them when we swam from the boat to shore."

"But I don't have to here, and I want them dry to put back on."

"What if our young couple joins us?"

"Adam, we saw them naked! Besides, I don't think they'll care. Now pull!"

I complied, pulling them down her legs and over her feet as Kristi dropped her bikini bottom near Kori's and watched us. I added Kori's tiny shorts to the growing stack of clothes as she stretched, enjoying her nakedness.

As Kristi tugged her tight shirt over her head, I watched Kori run her fingers between her legs, parting her lips and touching her slick inner flesh before holding them up on display. "See, told you I was wet."

"I believed you K. One thing I'll never doubt is you telling me you're horny."

She laughed as she came to her feet, and I heard Kristi snicker. Kori briefly probed between her legs again, enjoying her own touch, then held her hand up once more. "Seriously wet. I enjoyed that!"

I grabbed her wrist and brough her slippery wet fingers near my face, inhaling the soft scent of her aroused sex. Staring into her eyes I brought her fingers to my lips and took them into my mouth, watching her pupils suddenly dilate as I sucked her sweet pussy juices from each finger, swirling my tongue around and between. Her pent up breath escaped in a soft gasp and I felt her shudder as she jerked her hand away.

"God! When did you become such a pussy tease?"

I laughed, tasting her in my mouth. "A pussy tease huh? Is that what I am?"

She shivered again. "Yes, it's the male version of a cock tease, and you are one! You're mean!"

I leered evilly at her. "K, coming from the woman that's the biggest cock tease I've ever known, that just doesn't hurt my feelings very much. I owed you that. As a matter of fact, I owe you several years of that."

Kristi laughingly agreed with me. She knew the workout Kori had put me through over the years, she'd witnessed it often enough.

Kori frowned. "Humph! So that's the way it's going to be, huh? You know, it's not like having to look at that bulge in your pants wasn't teasing me all along too, 'cause it was! Every time I got you, I ended up getting myself too."

"Sorry, nobody's fault but your own! Go swim, Ronnie's waiting for you." I looked at Kristi. "Babe, you don't need to wait for me either. I think maybe I'll eat an apple or something, I need a little energy blip. I'll join you in a few minutes."

With that the two of them slipped into the water and swam slowly, side by side, across to where Ron waited below a low cliff on the other side of the lake. Water dripped and trickled down the eight foot high face of the rock, and velvety green moss grew in the cracks and crevices. When we were all quiet I could hear the silvery tinkle of the drops splashing into the water of the lake, and the occasional gurgle of the small trickles of water down the face of the rock wall.

Here we go again with another one of your roller coaster moments. Just when we're waiting for Ranger Rick to arrive, you give us a tent with an amorous couple inside. Hmmm........I wonder if they'll be joining our little foursome in the lake? This could turn into another houseboat party if Ranger Rick and his sidekick join them. I can conjure up all kinds of wicked scenes for this latest segment.

Thanks Stormy, great job.

Mouthwatering, this is.
Cliffa

Hey Trf2, sorry about the latest detour! I wasn't going to take this one, then decided to just revise it instead. Hope it fits in OK, I still have mixed feelings.

Thanks Cliffa, glad you're enjoying it!
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I carried the backpack up the slope of the rock, away from the shore and into the shade of the bushes which grew up in back of the large boulders which formed the shoreline. Feeling around inside, I found an apple and pulled it out, taking a seat in the shade beneath the branches and setting the pack on the rock beside me as I looked around.

It was a very pretty spot, the crystal clear water of the small lake, the green of the shrubbery and the moss on the rocks giving life to the scene while the barren outcrops above, the dark cliff along one side, and the lack of any signs of civilization lent a primordial air. Kristi and our friends swam just below that dark cliff where the water trickled, and I was surprised to see that it was apparently deep enough that they all had to swim or tread water to stay afloat. For some reamister I had expected that shore to slope upto shallows much like the one just below my feet did.

Looking at it more closely, with a geologist's eye, it made more sense. That part of the lake was on the uphill side, where any runoff would enter from the slope and the top of the plateau above in the event of thunderstorms and flash flooding in the area. While rain was infrequent, it was often sudden and severe, and in crashing down onto the more erosion resistant rock layer which formed the low cliff it would flow over in a cascade, cutting the edge as it dropped into the lake. The face of the cliff must extend beneath the water at much the same angle, or possibly even be undercut, which explained the deeper pool just beneath, where torrents of water and debris would flow in from time to time, scouring out the lake bottom.

Sitting there in the relative peace and quiet, figuring that out as I munched my apple, I didn't hear the amorous young couple from the tent walk up on the other side of the bush from me, and was unaware of their presence until the girl spoke. Startled, I almost dropped the remains of my snack.
"It looks like there's three of them. Where do you suppose they came from?"

The male's voice, not much deeper than hers, answered. "Up the trail from Lake Powell, I guess. I don't know of any other way."

"So they walked right by our tent while we were in there screwing? Do you think they saw us?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Probably. Even if they didn't, they must have heard you." He snickered. I felt bad, unintentionally eavesdropping on them, but they had started speaking before I knew they were there, and now it was becoming more awkward by the second.

"Oh Tommy, you're awful! That's so embarrassing! Should we hide until they leave?"

"We can if you want to, whatever you want. It looks like there's two girls and one guy over there." He paused for a moment. "Are they swimming naked? Hannah, I think they're swimming naked!"

"Really? Oh, I think they are, I just saw that one lady's boobs! They're at least topless, huh?"

I couldn't sit there silent any longer, it would just be that much worse when they discovered me, so I spoke. "No, they're totally naked." I heard them both gasp and jump, badly startled. "Sorry, folks, I was just kind of half-dozing after my snack when you must have walked up." A small white lie, the best I could do on such short notice.

I slid down the rock to where I could see and be seen, and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Adam, and those are my friends you see over there. We just hiked up from Lake Powell this morning, hope we're not disturbing you too much."

The girl, who introduced herself as Hannah, looked about fifteen. She was short, maybe five foot three, with long brown hair (which we already knew), soft brown doe eyes with pale brows and lashes, soft full lips and a turned up nose. She was cute in a gentle, wholesome way, cute rather than pretty, but she had a full figure with reamisterably large breasts, a narrow waist, and wide, young-bearing hips (which we also already knew). I couldn't help but flash momentarily on the way her soft round ass and wide hips had looked enveloping her partner's head as she rode his tongue and lips to orgasm. Maybe she saw that on my face, because she blushed nicely as I looked her up and down.

She had on sandals, tight khaki shorts which stretched across her hips, and a pale blue blouse that buttoned up the front and had a Patagonia tag over the pocket. The peaks of her nipples under the thin fabric attested to her bra-less condition. I reached out to shake hands with each of them, remembering at the last second the cascade of cum that we had seen just a short time ago spilling over the same hand she now held out to me. Her hand was dry, but in my imagination it felt slippery, even slightly sticky.

She introduced her male partner as Tommy, which he quickly corrected to Tom, and announced that they were newlyweds, on their honeymoon kayaking around the north part Lake Powell and exploring some of it's lesser-known spots. Like this gem of a lake. Tom had also slipped into khaki shorts, baggy on his slender frame, and sandals. He had remained shirtless, which made sense in this heat, and he and I had that in common. He was considerably skinnier than me however, his slight build looking like a strong wind might blow him away. His skinny arms and narrow shoulders were wiry though, testament to hours spent with a kayak paddle in hand. His slight build and nervous manner made me think that he was also very young, but since they were newly married I figured they must be at least eighteen.

I congratulated them on their marriage. "I feel bad though, invading your nice peaceful spot while you're on your honeymoon. Sorry we barged in on you."

Hannah put one hand on my arm. "No, it's OK, we see other people around, and you had no way of knowing we were here."

I smiled and nodded as she gazed calmly into my eyes. "Well, we saw your kayaks at the foot of the trail, but they didn't have any 'Just Married' stickers, or cans tied to the bumpers or anything, so I guess you're right. Still, say the word and we'll head back down and leave you in privacy. We can't stay too long anyhow."

She smiled, not removing her hand from my arm. "No, that's silly. Stay and swim awhile if you want, we don't own the place. It is OK, isn't it Tommy?"

He grunted and gave a noncommittal shrug. "Sure, I guess."

She took her hand from my arm and used it to shade her eyes as she looked across the lake. "Do we get to meet your friends?"

"Mmm, I don't know, are you sure you want to?" She laughed and he smiled as I called out to them. "Hey guys, come on over and meet someone! We're guests at their lake, come and say hi." Kristi led the way across the lake, breaking into a fast, smooth stroke that brought her in front of us in a matter of seconds. She stopped in the water, where the ripples and splashes of her movements prevented a clear view of her body, althought the pure water revealed that she was nude.

Kori soon passed her and rose to her feet, standing naked and unabashed in about two feet of water, her body wet and shiny, nipples erect from the cool water and tiny droplets glistening in her pubic curls. Trust Kori to make an entrance! I glanced at the young couple to see how they were taking her in-your-face exhibitionism. Hannah stared as Kori climbed the rock to us, her gaze taking in every last detail of Kori's sexy body. She was blushing as she did so, but there was no shyness or retreat in her attitude.

Tom, on the other hand, looked like he was about to die! He was blushing furiously as he shifted nervously from one foot to the other, and he tried hard to avert his gaze. It was a valiant effort, truly, but his eyes kept flicking back to her and then away, back and away, trying but failing to focus on the ground, the sky, the lake, the rocks - anything but Kori's body, which was so obviously what he wanted desperately to look at! The effect was comical, like a monkey hopped up on crack or something, and I could almost hear his heart pounding in his chest. I laughed. "Relax Tom, before you hurt yourself! She is fully aware she's naked, and she doesn't care if you look at her. In fact, she likes it." Kori stuck her tongue out at me.

His blush only deepened as he looked imploringly at his new wife, his eyes begging her to somehow save him. Instead, he received her permission. "Go ahead Tommy, it's OK if you want to look. She's very beautiful."

Kori smiled and stuck out her hand to Hannah. "Why thank you, so are you! I'm Kori, and the guy cowering in the water is my husband Ron. You can call him Ronnie. That's Kristi with him, she's Adam's fiancee'."

She turned to Tommy, who was now staring at her, and I made a quick announcement to avoid any undue embarrassment. "They're newlyweds K, on their honeymoon, and we just came barging in on them."

He mumred something about it being OK as she reached out and took his hand. "Newlyweds, wow, that's cool! Congratulations Tom, you too Hannah. I guess that explains the goings on in your tent a little while ago, no wonder you can't keep your hands off each other!" Clearly, my attempt to avoid embarrassment had failed miserably.

Kori's comment surprised and embarrassed me; it completely blew them away, both of them blushing a deep crimmister and stammering helplessly. I couldn't believe Kori had done that, it was really more like something Ronnie would typically do! "Kori, that's awful! I can't believe you said that. Sorry guys, she's not usually that tactless, that's normally Ronnie's job."

I heard Ronnie object. "Hey! I'm being good, don't pick on me!"

Kori was still holding Tom's hand, and he remained speechless - and red.
She laughed. "Sorry Tommy, but me and Kristi were very jealous. It sounded like you must know what you're doing based on what we heard, your wife sounded very happy. Way to go stud!"

He was so red by then that he was almost purple, but he grinned shyly through it, pleased by the praise and suddenly proud of himself. Maybe even a little proud that others bore witness to the success of his lovemaking efforts. Kori had him in the palm of her hand. Right up until she said "See, so it's OK if you look at me naked, since I've already seen you naked!"

Hannah gasped. "You saw us?! Oh my god! When? Where?"

Kori looked at her, smiling, as I prayed she would lie. She didn't. "Oh, you know. Just at that critical moment when you came on his face and he came all over your hand. Hell, all over everything! That was quite a gusher you had there Tommy, very impressive!"

They were both deeply embarrassed, humiliated, aghast at the knowledge that we had actually seen them making love! I tried to soften it a little. "It's OK guys, really! We just bumred up at the wrong time, but it was beautiful. Erotic, even. Hell, we're all adults, we've all done it, it's OK!"

Kristi spoke from the lake. "Yeah, it made me horny!" She rose to her feet and walked up to them, setting poor Tom's eyes goggling anew. She gave him a quick wet naked hug and a kiss on the cheek, then did the same to Hannah, who hugged her back very briefly. Still with one arm around Hannah she stepped back. "Swim with us for awhile, we can get to know each other a little. It will be less embarrassing that way, you'll find out we're really pretty harmless. Despite Kori's lack of manners." Kori laughed.

Hannah was recovering first. "I just can't believe that total strangers caught us humping! Cumming, even! How awful!"

Ron laughed. "Would you rather it had been your close friends or family?"

Hannah faltered, giggling. "No, I suppose if someone had to see us like that it's better if it's strangers! Still, how embarrassing that you heard me cumming. I get kind of loud sometimes, I guess."

Kristi shrugged. "Sounded like fun to me!"

Another gem Stormy. You are definitely in the zone when it comes to your writing.

I'll bet that jeep could climb that mountain trail.

TrF2

Stormy, you are writing a masterpiece. Gettin hard one minute, then laughing out loud the next. Great work!! Keep 'em cumming!

Trf2, it could climb the trail maybe, those jeeps are pretty capable, but I haven't worked out the logistics of getting it across the lake. Thanks for your comments!

Thanks herz, it's reassuring to see that others pick up on my sometimes odd sense of humor. Glad you're enjoying it!
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Hannah laughed. "Oh it was definitely fun, but I'm glad I didn't know you were there! That would have probably ruined it for us. I know I couldn't have gone on knowing that."

Kori looked at her. "Oh, don't take it so seriously! It's just sex, it's a normal function. I'll bet you even do it again sometime!"

Tom fetishd back a snicker and I glanced over at him. His eyes remained busy, scanning both Kori and Kristi and flicking away whenever one of them looked at him. He wasn't wasting time looking at me - smart boy - so I was able to observe the way his eyes lingered on certain parts of their anatomy. Notably on Kori's breasts and Kristi's smoothly shaved mound, the front of her sexual cleft plainly visible with its small fleshy hood covering her clit. I certainly could not find fault with his judgment. His blush was slowly fading, his skin again taking on a more normal hue.

Hannah grinned at Kori. "Oh, I feel certain of that, but not with an audience! Well, what do you think Tommy, should we swim with these folks for awhile?"

He shrugged. "Sure, why not? Let's go change into our suits, we'll be back in a minute."

Kristi leaned toward him and wrapped one arm around his shoulder, pulling him toward her so that her left breast with its stiff nipple pressed to the side of his bare chest. "Tommy, if you do that, you'll be seriously overdressed. You don't want to make us feel self-conscious about being naked, do you?"

His blush bloomed anew, and he stammered. "Uh, I uh, I don't know, we just, we just aren't really used to, you know, that kind of uh, stuff."

To my immense surprise, his bride quickly jumped in to help convince him. "Oh c'mon Tommy, it'll be fun! I'll do it if you will, it will be an adventure. Tommy, please? Don't be such a stick in the mud!"

I laughed. "Stick in the mud, huh? Are you folks by any chance from the midwest?"

Hannah turned to me. "Nebraska. Why do you ask?"

"Ah, Nebs! Close enough. That just struck me as a very midwestern idiom. We're actually your neighbors you know, we're all from Colorado."

Tommy shook his head. "We live way on the other side of the state, north of Omaha. Practically in Iowa. We love Colorado, we went there last summer for a week. Really cool!"

Hannah prodded him. "Come on Tommy, let's do it! I want to swim naked." She started to unbutton her blouse. "C'mon, I'm gonna!"

Tom continued to hesitate as she opened her top. "Honey, I don't know. Are you sure about this?"

Kori patted his arm. "Tommy, we have a saying in our little group. What happens at Lake Powell stays at Lake Powell. Besides, this place is like the Garden of Eden, so naked is the best way to enjoy it, right?"

He shrugged noncommittaly as Hannah dropped her blouse to the ground and stood there, naked from the waist up. She hunched her shoulders slightly in a display of self-consciousness, not comfortable with her nudity despite her resolve to go forward. Tom's mouth dropped open and he stared at her, visibly shocked at his wife's boldness. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and his gulp was audible.

She grinned at him excitedly. "C'mon Tommy!"

He gulped again. "Hannah..."

She unbuttoned the button of her shorts, opening the waistband but not yet lowering the zipper. She had large breasts, high and firm despite their size, and wide, dark nipples, brownish pink. Her areolas were probably almost three inches across, easily over two anyhow, with a fat, erect nipple centered on each jutting out close to half an inch. They looked eminently suckable, and their aroused condition begged for that attention.

Kori gave a low whistle. "Sweety, you have gorgeous tits! Doesn't she guys?" Ronnie and I enthusiastically agreed, and Kori went on. "Look how firm those are and how they just perch right there like they're defying gravity! That's disgusting, what are you about fifteen, sixteen? Oh, to be young again!"

Hannah was blushing again, but was clearly pleased by the positive reaction. Her shoulders went back and she stood proudly, no longer slouching, her big tits thrust out. I knew Kori was playing it up for her benefit, because Kori's own boobs are the stuff of legend, but her ploy had worked admirably, putting the young woman at ease.
She answered Kori, as if the question had not been merely rhetorical. "I'm actually nineteen. Almost twenty. Tommy is only eighteen, he's just a baby." She giggled. "I have a thing for younger men, I guess!"

Kristi laughed. "Good for you girl, but be careful, any younger and you'll get yourself in trouble!"

Hannah smiled at her. I was still looking over her figure, dressed as she was in only her khaki shorts. Her shoulders were broad, her torso tapering rapidly to a very narrow waist, where it flared again to wide hips and a somewhat large but beautifully shaped ass. She had a classic hourglass figure, voluptuous in the style of a fifties pin-up girl. Her long, light brown hair hung over her shoulders in front and down her back, long enough to occasionally brush across and partly obscure her dark nipples. I couldn't help but remember how her back had looked, narrow just above her hips and glistening with sweat as she had ridden his face, grinding and thrusting herself to his mouth and bringing herself to orgasm, only his chin protruding below her wide ass, knowing her wet pussy engulfed his face. I felt myself stir with the beginnings of arousal at the recent memory.

It didn't help that as I was having impure thoughts about this young bride she slowly slid her zipper down and began to wriggle out of her shorts, battling slightly to get the tight pants below her wide hips. She paused again looking at her new husband. "Tommy..?"

"Um, you go ahead dear, if you really want to - maybe I'll join you in a couple of minutes. I'm gonna sit here and relax for a minute while I think about it."

She turned to me as she got her shorts past her hips and lower. "How about you? I'll feel funny if you just sit and watch."

She let her shorts drop to her feet as she spoke, and stepped out of them, using one foot to kick them on top of her shirt. It was my turn to gulp audibly. "Yeah, I'll probably join you. It gets pretty sweaty hiking up that trail. Probably almost as sweaty as screwing in a hot tent, huh?"

Her hand flew to her mouth as she giggled and blushed again. She had a full, curly, brown bush, slightly darker than the hair on her head, the furry triangle framed between slender, pale thighs and a flat belly. It looked soft and nuzzle-able, like it might tickle the nose. "Technically speaking, we weren't screwing. But yes, it was kind of hot." She stepped into the shallow water, moving to where it was knee-deep. "Last one in is a rotten egg!"

She turned and performed a shallow, low angle dive, immersing herself and moving away a couple of strokes before turning around and returning to face us. Kristi and Kori joined her in the lake, Kori swimming out to join Ron about twenty feet or so from shore. Kristi paused alongside Hannah, who stood, the surface of the water just below her breasts as she looked back at her husband and me. The cool water had further puckered her wide nipples.

She shook the water from her hair, causing her breasts to jiggle nicely. "Well, come on guys, we're waiting!"

I stood and unbuttoned the elastic waist of my shorts before lowering the zipper. It was disconcerting to undress with her there watching me, more or less a complete stranger, completely unabashed, daring me to get naked. It was at odds with the shyness and midwestern reserve, almost naivete, that she had displayed earlier, and I wondered where it had come from. I lowered my pants, knowing that I was slightly engorged from my minor arousal moments before. Not enough to look erect of course, but enough to display to best advantage, my cock hanging at seven or eight inches, both thicker and longer that its usual flaccid state. In addition, the intense heat and physical activity had left my balls dangling low, suspended heavily in the bottom of my stretched out scrotum, egg-sized orbs very much on display.

I allowed myself a small moment of vanity, knowing that at that moment it probably looked a little more impressive than I actually am. When I glanced up at her, she was staring at my crotch, taking it all in with considerable fascination, her lips slightly parted and her cheeks and neck flushed. Kristi caught my eye and a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. A slight shake of her head and a roll of her eyes let me know she was thinking "Oh brother, what a show-off!"

Well... tough! I had spent the last two years watching guys ogle her continuously, it was time for her to get a taste of her own medicine - even if I did have to drop my pants to accomplish it!