Adam's Journey

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 reason, 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 force 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 kill sperm from another guy? In your saliva too, same thing. It kills 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 childcare 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 drink 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 drinking problem, you know."

Ron looked at her and smiled. "Nope! I like to drink, 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 resembled 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 song 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 force 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 animals, and definitely not the water or wind. No, these sounds were human, extremely human, the type made only when a person 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, children'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 personal 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 reason. 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 abuse 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 abusing 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 reason 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 reason 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 reasonably large breasts, a narrow waist, and wide, child-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 mumbled 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 crimson 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 bumbled 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 choked 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!

Stormy

So beautiful and charming developments! This is to be read and read again, not to miss a single move. Again, thank you sooo much!
Cliffa

Ah, a little payback for Kristi, it's about time. I keep hoping for more, but I know it goes against the grain of this story. I honestly have no idea where you're heading with this off road excursion, but it's a nice, fun adverture. I'm not sure if Tom and Hannah are ready to party with our four sex addicts, but I'm sure you've got some more tricks up your sleeve for this group.

Thanks Stormy, great writing job.

Storm

Writing a long story is at times exhausting. I am certain that by now you are well aware of that fact. Writing short stories is much easier. The long story however has one huge advantage. It allows you to have your characters encounter a variety of interesting people and situations in an Odyssey like fashion.

You are doing a magnificent job of that. You keep throwing wonderful new characters at us in delightfully erotic situations. The only thing you're missing is Penelope at home unraveling her tapestry each night to keep the unscrupulous suitors at bay.

Thank you for your efforts.

GH

Stormy:
WOW... I have spent the better part of the long weekend reading it.

Tremendous story and very well written. You have a real talent.
I am starting to think that I live in a sheltered world. Do all people play? (Just kidding)
Keep it coming

Thanks Cliffa. I know I don't always stick to a strictly cuckold theme (or, for that matter, any theme!), but there seems to be a decent following for the story. Glad you like it!

Trf2, I'd be deeply disturbed if you knew where I was headed, since I frequently don't! But yeah, occasionally Kristi needs a small reminder that two can play this game.

Great observation GH, it does get a little tiring a times. Maybe I should have called it Adam's Odyssey at the other site instead of Journey, you think? I should have thought to use the name Penelope (or at least Penny) somewhere along the way, but I sure hope it doesn't take 10 years and the death of all of Adam/Odysseus' friends for him to get home again! (Our Kristi doesn't seem the type to keep the suitors at bay, does she?)

Thanks Northern, glad you joined us! Can't believe you read through it in a weekend. Read in the short term like that, did you notice any jarring anomalies or glaring inconsistencies in the tale? Just curious. Sure appreciate the kind words!
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Hannah stared at my slightly distended package for several more seconds, then her eyes darted to my face, meeting my own. Her eyebrows rose and arched, and she pursed her lips before her eyes dropped back to my crotch for just a moment prior to flicking guiltily to her husband's face where he sat on the rock a couple of feet to my left.
She blushed and her guilty look intensified as she realized that he had been watching her expression as she checked me out, more or less caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

A small pout crossed her features. "What? I had to look - and anyhow, you did, at the ladies, so it's only fair!"

Tommy answered. "I know, I didn't say anything, OK? Jeez! Are you happy, can we go now?"

I could almost see her stubborn streak emerge as I stepped to the water's edge and into the lake. It was cool, not cold, and it felt good. Hannah sounded slightly cross when she responded to him. "No, I'm gonna swim. You can go if you want to, but I'm staying!" Her voice softened. "I sure wish you'd join us, the water feels really nice. Keep your shorts on if you want to."

He shook his head. "No, I told you, I'm just going to sit here for a little while. Maybe I'll join you in a few minutes. If you still want me to."
Hannah just shook her head.

The water was above my knees now, as I moved away from the shore. Just before the dreaded first contact of the cool water to my warm genitals, Ron called out to me. "Hey Adam, before you get in, why don't you get that bottle of wine out of the pack and set it in the water to cool down a little? I'm sure it's way too warm for drinking, but the water's probably about sixty five or seventy or so, that should be good."

I turned back toward shore to fulfill Ron's request, and looked up to find Tom staring at me. Or, more precisely, at my crotch. His eyes widened and he muttered "Fuck!" before realizing I was looking directly at him. He covered his embarrassment - and mine - by scrambling to grab our pack. "I'll get it Adam, you go ahead. Is it in the main compartment?"

"Yeah, I think so. Thanks Tom, just set it there, in the shallow water. Help yourself to an apple or something, if you want. There's some snacks and stuff in there too."

He held up the bottle of merlot, looking at it. "I've never seen anyone carry wine on a trail trip before. Why did you bring wine?"

I grinned at him. "Well, so we could drink a toast to you and your new bride, of course! Either that, or we're all a bunch of alcoholics, I guess."

"But you didn't know we'd be here. Or about our wedding."

I laughed. "Then it must be the latter. I was hoping you'd have the grace to let me off easy."

He grinned. "Oh. Sorry."

"Join us Tom, it'll be fun."

He paused. "Maybe, in a while. I think I will have one of your apples, if you're sure that's OK. Most all of our stuff is freeze-dried or vacuum packed. Fresh fruit, yum!"

I shrugged, not quite understanding how any guy could prefer a piece of fruit to a naked woman. "Sure, help yourself." I turned away and pushed myself forward and out, immersing myself in the clear water and swimming out toward Ron and Kori, quickly catching up to Hannah and Kristi who were doing the same. Soon we all met up in deeper water, about thirty or forty feet from the shore where Tom sat munching an apple.

I dove down and found Kori's legs, grabbing her ankles and yanking her underwater. We came up in a thrashing, sputtering bundle of limbs, with me laughing and her swearing at me good naturedly. I pulled her to me and gave her a quick kiss, covering her lips with my own mostly to stop her string of expletives. She gently kneed me in the balls, and I cussed her and pushed her away, looking up to find Hannah staring at us. Kori reassured her. "We're old friends dear, we've known each other a long time and we're all really close, so it's OK. We sure like making new friends though - why do you suppose your Tommy won't join us?"

She reddened and looked away. "Because he has an erection. He's too embarrassed. He doesn't want anyone to see it."

Kristi pushed her wet hair back out of her face and rubbed some water from her eyes to look at Hannah. She smiled. "Really, is that all?"

Hannah looked at her and nodded. "Yes, I'm sure it is. When he saw you and her both naked he got all hard, and now he won't take off his pants unless it goes away."

Kristi laughed. "Sweety I'm sorry, but that's so funny! He should realize that it's no insult to a woman to let her see that he thinks she's sexy. And what better way to show it than a big stiffie, right?"

Hannah giggled. "I guess so, huh? Tommy is so horny though, he's always hard, and he get's all embarrassed and stuff so easy about it. I told him he gets hard whenever the wind blows, and that's why they call it a stiff breeze."

I laughed, and Ronnie roared, our two ladies joining us in enjoying Hannah's sudden and completely unexpected joke. It was turning out that our innocent little midwestern girl and new bride had a delightfully naughty playful streak, a completely unanticipated revelation. I glanced over at Tom, who had paused with the half-eaten apple in hand and was staring out at us suspiciously.

Kori moved so her back was toward shore and got close to Hannah, speaking in low tones. "Honey, would you mind if Kristi and I went and got him? I think maybe with a little of our special shock therapy we can get him over his shyness. If we make him feel left out he's just going to get upset."

Hannah looked doubtful. "Oh, I don't know. You're not going to hurt him, are you?"

Kristi laughed. "We might bruise his pride a little, but we won't hurt him. It's all in fun, I promise, but you have to be OK with it. Don't get jealous if we pretend to come on to him, OK?"

Hannah giggled again, beginning to get in the spirit. "OK, sure, maybe it will be fun. But don't embarrass him too bad, OK? He's really very sweet, just a little stubborn and shy."

Both Kristi and Kori promised, and then moved away, swimming slowly toward shore where the poor, unsuspecting fool sat enjoying his apple. We moved slowly and subtly closer to see what they might do, all of us treading water and occcasionally swimming a few strokes out and back to remain afloat in the middle part of the lake. It was probably about fifteen feet deep here, give or take, but the rocks and pebbles on the bottom were plainly visible through the crystal clear water, giving the impression that it was much shallower.

As they got to where they could stand, Kristi rose to her feet first, making a big show of flinging her head back and shaking water from her hair. She addressed Tom, who sat silently looking at her, his eyes moving hungrily over her wet torso. "Come on Tommy, you need to join us, we can't leave you here by yourself! The water's not that cold, just barely cold enough to make my nipples hard, see?" He stared, and she went on. "If you're worried about shrinkage, don't. We know all about it, so we won't judge, Besides, it'll affect those guys too!"

Tom's bright red color had returned, I could see that from where we were. Kori rose and strode from the water and walked right up beside him, shimmering wet, naked and dripping. She spoke louder than she needed to, and I knew it was for our benefit. "Yeah Tommy, just show it to us now, while you're warm, and then when we see it all shrunken from the water we'll know that's not the real you!" I noticed that all the women continued to call him Tommy, despite the fact that he had earlier specified that he preferred Tom. He didn't object to them doing so.

I heard Hannah giggle softly beside me, enjoying her young husband's discomfort. Kristi and Kori had moved up and now bracketed him, one on each side, their bare pussies just a foot or so from his face where he sat on the rock. He was trying valiantly not to stare, but his eyes flicked back and forth between them, surely straining all of his optic muscles and tendons. I half pitied him, at the mercy of those two remorseless and relentless teases. I also half envied him. Even if he hadn't been hard when they first approached, I felt certain that his cock was an iron rod by now.

Stormy:

In response to your question, there was only one spot that I felt that something was missing. I seemed to remember that Adam seemed to jump ahead in a sequence and that something appeared to be missing. (It was between segments).

I don't recall what it was about, or where it was, just that I remember going back to see what I had missed and I couldn't figure out how he got to that point. If I remember what it was about, I will let you know.

That was the only gap that I noticed (and it was a small gap). Like I said it is extremely well written.

Good work. Keep it coming.

Ahhh, a Kori/Kristi double team. Poor Tom doesn't have a chance. How far will he go when presented with a pussy sandwich? Better yet, how far will his wife let him go? Maybe she's already got her hand underwater, playing with that big watersnake next to her?

Thanks Stormy, great job. For a guy who doesn't know where he's going, you're doing a great job of getting there.

Trf2 I think the question is, how far will his wife go. I'm hoping that we're seeing a young couple being introduced to the joys of cuckolding.

Thanks storm, a very nice segment. I'm eagerly anticipating the next developments.

GH

Thanks Northern, I'd forgotten about that one! Somehow an entire segment got deleted or disappeared into cyberspace, I have no idea how. I noticed it while I was in the process of transfering this story to another site and I meant to go back and fix it, but never did. I need to do that. Thanks for the reminder, and the positive reviews!

Thanks Trf2, I'll bet we'd all like to take our chances with that double team! Can you even tread water one-handed?

Hey GH, as you know, the joys of cuckolding should be spread around and willingly shared! A cuck is by nature unselfish, don't you think? Thanks for the comments!

I hope to post another segment, probably a short one, later today. Time is becoming an issue, sorry.

Kristi stuck out her hand to him, as if to help him up. "Come on Tommy, time to join the fun!"

He shook his head. "I need to finish my apple first, Maybe after that..."

Kori touched his hair. "OK, we'll just stay with you while you do that, then you're coming with us."

Kristi took it one step further. "As a matter of fact, we'll help you." She grasped his hand, the one that held the apple, and bent over him, bringing it to her lips. She took a small bite, staring into his eyes as she did so, a naked Eve tempting Tommy, in the role of the original Adam, with the rewards of sin, the forbidden fruit. Clasping his hand and the apple it contained in both of hers she stepped in front of him, straddling his legs, and pushed the apple to his lips, leaning in so that just beyond the top of the fruit was her smooth pussy, directly in his line of sight, inches away.

We could only see her from the rear now, Tom's face hidden from view and Kristi's perfect ass on display, but we heard the crunch as he took a bite, and then the coughing as he choked on it. Hannah reacted with alarm, but he soon managed to control his gagging and swallow, and Kristi fed him another bite as Kori looked on, apparently stroking his neck and hair.

Hannah whispered to Ron and me "He's so embarrassed, but I bet he's loving that! He's not very experienced with women, your wives are really pushing him." She giggled. "They're funny, teasing him like that."

I didn't correct her as to our marital status, it was close enough. She went on excitedly. "Look at the tent in his pants, you can see it from here! He's so turned on! Would it be all right if we moved closer?"

Ron laughed. "Sure sweety, he's your husband - you can go right up and chase those two horny sluts away if you want to."

She looked shocked, but giggled again. "What a horrible thing to say about your wife! No, this is too funny, but let's move up where we can see better." We did, moving closer and to one side where we found shallower water and were able to stand. It was about waist deep on me and just lapped at the lower part of Hannah's breasts, an occcasional small wave breaking across her large, erect nipples.

From here we had a side-view of Kristi feeding him the last of his apple, and of Kori stroking his hair. He bit, chewed, and swallowed quickly as she more or less force-fed him, and soon only the core remained. Kristi took it from him and looked closely at it, the act of raising her hand removing the only impediment to his view of her sex as she straddled his legs. He started to raise one hand, as if to reach up and caress her pussy, but then semed to realize what he was doing and quickly lowered it.

Kristi looked down at him as she flung the core off into the bushes. "Well, you polished that off quick - you must be in a hurry for whatever comes next, huh?"

None of them seemed to notice that we were much closer to them than we had been. Tommy gulped. "I..I don't know. I guess, maybe."

Kristi stepped back, and she and Kori each extended a hand. He took them, and they pulled, helping him to his feet. Kori reached for his belt. "Lose the pants Tommy, it's skinny-dip time!"
He grabbed her hand, stopping her, but when she stared at him he relented, allowing her to unbuckle it and unsnap his pants. Kristi reached over and slowly slid his zipper down, allowing her fingers to play over the now very obvious bulge in his shorts. I heard him gasp, an exclamation almost instantly echoed by Hannah, next to me, as Kori tugged at his pants.

It was teasingly erotic, watching them. I felt for Tom, although I knew far worse things could happen to him. This was a pleasureable humiliation, possibly - hopefully - intensely so. He was uncontrollably and unavoidably erect, and embarrassed about having two strangers - beautiful strangers, but strangers nonetheless - see him in such an obvious state of physical arousal. The fact that his new bride and two other men, also strangers, were watching would only compound his embarrassment.

Kori tugged his pants down to his knees, and Hannah muttered "Those dumb white underpants! I hate tighty whities!" He was indeed wearing plain white jockey shorts, with a blue stripe around the elastic waist and a significant peak jutting out in the front, coming to a point over the tip of his rigid cock.

Kori touched that point and smiled. "Well well, what do we have here? Are you hiding a banana in your undies and eating our fruit instead?"

He was red faced, almost crimson, and unable to speak without stammering. Kristi pulled out the waistband of his underwear and peered down inside before letting it snap back against his stomach. "Kori, that's not a banana. That's his cock, and it looks really hard! Why is your penis so hard Tommy?"

He stuttered badly. "I...I oh, g-god!" Hannah giggled alongside of me, and I glanced at her. She was staring, her eyes shining and a grin on her face, enjoying his discomfort, thus far taking it all as a big joke on her hapless hubby.

Kori feigned surprise. "Really, that's his cock? I want to see! Tommy, can I see your cock too?"

We heard him moan. I could relate, having had Kori and Kristi pick on me in the past. Individually they are a challenge; together they are overwhelming, an irresistible force. I was hard now, watching them, seeing them touch and tease, and the tip of my erect cock was just barely below the surface of the water and plainly visible. I caught Hannah trying to glance unobtrusively at both me and Ronnie, and I knew she'd seen my arousal.

She moved slightly closer to me, and I was more than a little surprised when I felt her brush the back of her hand against my erection, contact designed to seem incidental when we both knew it was not. I heard Ronnie suck in his breath and realized she must have her other hand at his crotch, touching him, checking to see if he was aroused.

Kori didn't wait for Tom's permission to check out his equipment, instead taking the initiative and sliding his jockeys down, carefully pulling the front out to free his erection. She kneeled to push his shorts and underwear past his feet, holding them as he stepped out. His cock, now free in the sunlight, was thin but rigid, curving upward in a gentle six inch arc from his small patch of brown pubic hair, his tight round ball sack suspended just below, between thin, white legs. His narrow hips and thin build made him look young, boyish, and his behavior did not dispel that impression. Kori brushed against his stiff organ with her hair and the side of her face as she rose to her feet, and he gasped and pulled back, his hips spasming away from the contact.

Kristi touched the top of his hard shaft with one finger, pushing it down slightly. "Mmm, look at this handsome fellow just standing at attention and waiting for inspection! What a pretty cock you have Tommy!"

He blushed more deeply at the lewd compliment, and gasped as she touched him, his cock bobbing and twitching with arousal. Hannah's hand touched me again, a little less tentative this time, and I felt her fingers slide over me, exploring the length of my organ before wrapping around it, gently squeezing. I heard her take a shuddering breath, and looked down at her to see her face flushed despite the cool water, her dark nipples jutting to prominent, aroused peaks. The tip of my cock broke the water in the trough of each tiny wave, and she ran her finger over the small closed slit at the end, exploring, discovering.

Kori reached beneath Tom's stiff cock and cupped his balls, squeezing and kneading them, not entirely gentle. Kristi wrapped her hand around his thin shaft and tugged him forward. "Come on Tommy, let's go swim before those two guys corrupt your little bride any more than they already have. Plus, the water might cool off this hot thing!"

He glanced quickly at us, startled, as if he had forgotten that his innocent naked bride was with two older and equally naked men. A look of confusion, concern mixed with arousal, crossed his face.

As Kristi tugged him forward by the convenient handle of his stiff cock, Hannah stared. Just as they reached the water's edge, she started to say "Uh-oh, I probably should have warned them..."

At that moment, Tommy let out a small cry and grasped Kristi's hand with both of his, and a jet of semen the length and thickness of a No.2 pencil shot from him, glistening white in the bright sunshine before spattering down onto the surface of the clear water three feet in front of them, sending out concentric rings of ripples. A second spurt was airborne before the first one splashed down, and it too soon hit and was absorbed by the lake, forming its own rings just short of the first set.

Hannah finished her sentence "...that he cums really easy when he gets too excited." She laughed. "Poor Tommy, he's so humiliated! He never could control that."

Maybe, but that didn't stop him from cumming! Kristi had been too slow to catch the first two spurts, caught off guard by the suddenness of his ejaculation, but by the third squirt she had her fingers over the tip of his cock, and she caught the remainder of his load on her hand, using her cummy fingers and slimy palm to smear his cum all over his cock and balls, continuing to masturbate his skinny cock until she had milked him dry and he stood there, pale and quivering, his body shuddering with the aftershocks of his sudden climax.

Kori looked over at us, catching Hannah's eye. She licked her lips, her intent obvious, and addressed the younger woman. "May I?"

Hannah shrugged. "I guess, but you're a little late."

Kori just smiled and dropped to her knees, guiding Tommy's cum soaked penis into her mouth with one hand. His thin body jerked uncontrollably as she sucked at him, but soon he was resting his hands on her shoulders, fucking his slowly softening member into her willing mouth, groaning, eyes closed. Ron spoke softly to Hannah. "Forgive my wife, she's a very oral person. She loves the feel of a cock in her mouth, and she adores the taste of cum. I think your Tommy is making her very happy right now. I hope you don't mind."

She shrugged as Kristi turned away and began to cross the short distance between us and them, the deepening water moving up her body as she approached. Hannah glanced back at her husband, and at Kori, busy licking and sucking his cock and balls. "You're really hard Ronnie. Don't you mind your wife doing stuff like that? It's almost like you like it!"

Ron laughed softly and touched her arm. "I'm not one to deny my wife her pleasures. I do like to see her happy, and she looks very happy, doesn't she?"

Storm

That might just be the most erotic piece you've ever written, and that's saying a great deal. It was truly classic.

Thank you

GH

Thanks GH, glad you liked it! And now, onwards...
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Hannah looked at him oddly. "She does, sure, but aren't you jealous?"

Ron shook his head. "No, not really. Well, maybe a little, but that's part of the fun. Aren't you jealous?"

Hannah looked stunned, as if the idea that she might be jealous had not entered her mind. It turned out it hadn't. "I never gave that a thought! It was like they were just playing with him, teasing, embarrassing him like it was a big game. I guess it just seemed like a natural progression - and it's not their fault that he was a little quick on the trigger."

Kristi laughed as she came alongside of us, holding the hand which was covered with Tom's cum out in front of her. "A little quick! And Bill Gates is a little wealthy and Hitler had slight anger management issues too, I suppose! I have evidence that your Tommy was very quick - and very well loaded. Who'd have guessed, after the load he shot in your hand a little while ago!"

She held her hand up where Ronnie and I could inspect the damages, and taunted us a little. "See guys, that's what a young guy can do. One massive load after another, and he can probably go again in five minutes."

Ron snorted. "Sure, but he'd probably be all done again in five and a half, so what's your point?"

We all laughed, even Hannah, but she quickly rose to his defense. "He's not usually that bad, only when he's super-excited. The way you were teasing him I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner! He'll never admit it, but I'm sure he enjoyed that. He loves to have orgasms, as many a day as we can work in."

I grinned at her. "Who doesn't? Orgasms is good stuff!"

She laughed and glanced over toward her husband, where Kori had risen to her feet leaving his cock clean but wet, shrunken to its limp and skinny flaccid state. She watched Kori give him a quick peck on the lips, and heard him mutter a quiet thank you to her as they separated, Kori turning toward us as Tom backed up a step or two and just looked in our direction. When Hannah looked back to us she noticed Kristi's gaze, which was on her hand. Which was still holding my cock.

She yanked her hand away as though my penis had just scalded her, and Kristi laughed. "It's OK sweety, I was just wondering if you were going to do anything with it besides hold it."

Hannah stared ar her, not quite believing what she'd heard. "It's OK? You don't mind if I touch him?"

Kristi laughed again. "You're so cute! Here I just jerked off your husband to a major cum-blasting climax and then rubbed it all over until I wrung every drop out of him, I've got his semen all over my hand and arm, and you think I'll get upset if you touch my Adam. That's just really cute!"

She looked at Kristi. "Really, it's OK?" As she asked she tentatively touched me again, almost shyly, not wrapping her fingers around me until Kristi nodded her approval. When she did, gripping me tightly and slowly stroking me, Kristi smiled. "He's got a great cock, doesn't he?"

Hannah blushed anew, but nodded. I'm pretty sure I blushed too; I was beginning to get used to being a sex object, but I wasn't quite there yet and being talked about like a piece of meat was still embarrassing to me. Kristi went on. "It's so big, and thick. Does it feel good in your hand?"

Hannah actually giggled. "It does, really good." She glanced at me, her eyes darting across my face and then away. She continued to slowly stroke, me, which felt nice. Looking down at the water, she mumbled "I really like your cock."

I gave a surprised laugh. "Thanks. I'll bet you say that to all the guys."

She smiled and seemed to relax, and Kristi decided to up the ante. Kori had joined us, and she looked on silently. "Hannah, have you ever had a cock that big in your mouth?"

Hannah shook her head. "I've never had a cock that big anywhere."

Kori prodded her. "Adam is a lot bigger than your Tommy. A lot thicker, too. That can be fun you know."

Hannah nodded, staring down at her hand as she touched me. "My last boyfriend was bigger than Tommy, but not like this - but it was fun, it felt so good inside. But he was a jerk."

Kristi chuckled. "Sadly a lot of the, uhh, talented ones are. But Adam is really nice. You can suck his cock if you want to."

I stared at her. "Hey! Don't I get a say in this?"

Kori laughed. "Would you have objected?"

"Um, no, probably not."

"Then just keep quiet, OK? We're trying very hard to lead this young lady astray and you're not helping." She paused, then laughed. "Well OK, you are helping, but not by talking, so sshhhh!"

Kristi touched Hannah's shoulder, letting her long fingers trail over her smooth skin to her neck, then under her hair at the nape of her neck, lightly stroking that sensitive area. Hannah shivered at the delicate sensuality of her touch. "Adam will fuck you if you ask him to, you could feel what that big thick cock felt like deep inside of you."

This was too much for me to remain silent! "Hey, jeez, let's not get all carried away! I'm not some trained rooster where you just put a coin in the slot and I come out and peck up all the corn!"

Hannah giggled softly. "You could, you've got a great pecker."

We all stared at her as she blushed and giggled, and we broke out laughing. She giggled along with us. "That's so awful, I don't know why I said that! It just popped into my head." She looked up at me. "It's true though. And I really would like to feel it in me, it's made me very horny."

Completely serious now, I looked at her. "Hannah, you're a new bride, Tommy's wife. That's probably an extremely bad idea. How do you think he'd react to that, what would he say?"

She released me and shrugged. "He loves to watch porn."

Kori smiled at her. "Baby girl, all guys like to watch porn. So do a lot of us ladies for that matter, but that's totally different. Adam is right, if your Tommy is the jealous or insecure type anything you might do here would be all wrong. It not only could, it would wreck your marriage. Before it even hardly got started."

She nodded. "I know, you're right. But he likes it when I tell him about my other boyfriends, the ones before him. He was a virgin when we started dating, but I had two other boyfriends - intimate ones, I mean - before him."

Kristi looked at me, recognizing the commonality of Tommy's behavior and my own. I had always become very aroused when Kristi talked about her prior sexual experiences, the more detail the better, and I could see she was remembering that.

Tommy had moved closer, as if trying to determine what we were all doing as we stood so close together, laughing one moment and talking quietly the next. Hannah went on, suddenly extremely bashful, almost whispering. "We kind of had a three-way once, with Tommy's boss. We went out to dinner and dancing with him and we all got pretty drunk, and he came back to our place with us, and, well, it just sort of happened."

Kristi frowned. "Wait, explain to me how you 'kind of' have a three-way."

Hannah giggled, a good sign, and glanced over at Tom, who was now just a few feet away. Looking at her husband's face she continued, her voice stronger now, more bold. "Well, first I danced with Howard - that's Tommy's boss - at the club we went to. I could feel that he wanted me, he was hard and kept pressing up against me. When I told Tommy, he just laughed. Didn't you honey?"

We all looked at him, and he blushed and nodded. By way of explanation he offered "We drank kind of a lot. Howard kept buying us more rounds." Kori grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, trying to better include him in the group instead of leaving him on the sideline.

Hannah continued. "So anyhow, we all went back to our place. Howard asked me to ride with him so I could show him the way in case we got separated, and on the way he kept touching me. We were so drunk, I don't know how we managed to not kill someone - or ourselves - but he took out his cock on the way." She glanced at her husband. "His cock wasn't any longer than Tommy's, but it was very thick. He wanted me to suck it while he drove, but I wouldn't. We could have crashed, you know?"

Kristi laughed. "Yes, that is a concern when your new husband's boss wants you to blow him in the car. Plus, it's hard to keep your seatbelt on, and that's the law! How awkward for you."

Oh, I like the way this is headed Stormy. More great interaction between some fun people. How could you not like Hannah and Tommy's youthful innocence? Will these two allow themselves to be drawn into a playful mini orgy with our four sexaholics? Maybe Hannah will get to sample Adam's big cock and some girl/girl action all at the same time. Might as well bring her all the way along, she seems adventurous enough and very easily persuaded. And poor Tommy, how many rounds does he have left anyway? Ah to be young again. I'm sure Kori and Kristi will coax a couple more out of him knowing those two.

Again, writing excellence on your part. Thanks.

Storm

These last segments are truly classic. Maybe the best you've ever written and that's saying a lot. Whatever vitamins you're taking right now, keep poppin em.

Thanks

GH

Thanks guys, I appreciate the comments. I wanted Hannah and Tommy to bring an innocence to the tale that has been pretty much abandoned since Adam first slipped with Rain. I'm trying to figure out what Adam will see in the younger couple and how he will react to it.

That said, I had hoped to get one more segment posted before I have to be away for awhile. I still might, but then could be gone for potentially quite some time. I apologize if anyone is disappointed by the coming time gap, it is unavoidable, but I do intend to return to complete this Odyssey - as GH called it!

Hannah laughed. "My seatbelt! Safe sex, huh - that's so funny! But Tommy wasn't actually my husband yet, we were living together. We weren't even engaged." She paused momentarily, glancing at Tom as though seeking his approval to continue her story. He smiled and cocked his head to the side as if to say 'in for a penny, in for a pound', so she went on. "So anyhow, I didn't suck Howard in the car, but I touched him. His cock was so hard, and so thick, and he was leaking that slippery stuff like some guys do. It felt...nice. It made me very horny."

Kori smiled. "I'll bet! Just hearing about it is having that effect on me!"

Tom stared at her, his mouth dropping open. Apparently a woman as open and forward about her sexuality as Kori is was a whole new experience for him.

"When we got to our house he got out and walked in from the street with his cock and his balls hanging out of his zipper. You should have seen Tommy's face!" She giggled again as she recalled Tommy's reaction.

He reacted somewhat defensively. "Well, I was shocked! I mean, you and him were alone in the car, and then all the neighbors could have seen him like that...it was weird."

Hannah shook her head. "I've told you a million times, it was really late, all the neighbors were asleep. Plus, it was dark."

Tom crossed his arms stubbornly. "You and him made enough noise to wake up the entire neighborhood, and it wasn't that dark, not with the street light and the one on the porch - I could see his junk easy!"

This had evolved into a discussion, almost an argument between them. It was pretty clear that they'd had this discussion before. Hannah smiled at Tom, almost tauntingly. "Of course you could, he had big junk!" She glanced at me, holding her hand palm up, fingers bent as though holding a softball. "His cock was sticking straight out, and he had big balls, like you." She quickly blushed, embarrassed by her own boldness, and looked down at the water.

Tom looked at me to see my reaction to his wife's statement. I just shook my head, amused by her response to her own words. He looked back at her. "You liked it!"

"I never said I didn't!"

"You wanted him to fuck you! You practically begged him to!"

"Tommy, we were all really wasted! And I was so horny, I just wanted somebody to fuck me! I didn't really know what I was doing. You could have stopped it."

That halted him in his tracks and he looked away, no ready answer for why he hadn't put a stop to the action before it went too far. Kristi looked back and forth between the two of them. "You know, we don't have to talk about this if it's going to cause trouble between the two of you, that's the last thing we want to do!"

They looked at each other, some form of silent communication passing between them, and Tom gave an almost imperceptible nod before Hannah spoke. "No, it's OK. It's always like this, even though we agreed that it was all fine and no hard feelings and stuff. It was just a lot of alcohol and hormones. We got kind of carried away and maybe went too far."

Tom snickered. "We? You mean you did, you had his cock in your mouth the second the door closed!"

She blushed again. "Well...I was very turned on! You were the one that unbuttoned my blouse and then stuck his hand up my skirt!"

"But you were already soaking wet, I didn't do that."

"I already admitted I was horny, all right? It was your idea to pull my panties off."

"I wanted to touch you! I was horny too you know, not just you and him."

Ron blew out a pent-up breath. "Jesus, you're killing me here! What happened, already?"

Hannah looked at him and laughed. "Are we making you horny too? This story always has that effect on us too, whenever we talk about it." She paused. "Well, let's see. I was sucking on Howard's big cock, and Tommy had two fingers in me, making these wet gooey noises, and he unzipped and pulled his cock out." She glanced sidelong at him. "You were totally hard Tommy, you were loving it. Admit it!"

Now he blushed. "I was drunk! But yeah, I was pretty aroused. I'd never seen anybody do stuff like that before, not live and in person. It was...exciting."

Hannah stared at Tommy as she spoke then, not letting his eyes waver from her own as she recounted what happened next. "Tommy tried to get behind me and stick his dick in while I was sucking Howard, he kept trying to put it in me but he was too drunk to aim straight." She giggled.

"But that wasn't all - you stopped me."

"Uh-huh. I wanted Howard first. I wanted to see what his thick cock would feel like when he put it in. I got on my back, and when I spread my legs open he put it in me. It felt good. Really good."

Tommy nodded, and I heard him swallow noisily. "He made you cum! You came so fast, and so hard!" It sounded very accusing, like he resented the fact that her body had responded to another's touch, that she had become so aroused that she climaxed well, and quickly.

She looked at him, exasperated. "I couldn't help it, it felt good! It was supposed to feel good, and it did. Did you expect me to just lay there like a big ol' lump?"

"No, but...well, I never made you cum like that, did I? And then you did it again, and again... you just kept cumming and begging for more."

She nodded. "Five times, it was amazing! But it was just the situation, and the drinks, it all just worked out right, like all the planets aligned perfect."

Kori laughed. "You kept track! I'm sure his big thick cock helped too, huh? Sounds like fun! How about you Tommy, did you join in the festivities?"

He glanced at her. "Sort of. I was really hammered."

Kori raised her eyebrows. "Sort of?"

Hannah laughed. "He was trying to get to where I could suck his cock, but he fell off the sofa."

"It's not funny, it hurt! Well, the next day it did, not at the time." He laughed ruefully.

"When he got back up and tried to do it again, I was helping, touching and trying to get him in my mouth while Howard was fucking me. I wanted both at once so bad!" She looked at Tommy.

"But I came. Too fast, before she could hardly touch me. I was too horny and too drunk."

"He came all over my face, in my hair. I got some cum in my eye - that stings!"

"I said I was sorry!"

"I know, I'm just teasing you. You know it made me cum when you did, and then that made Howard cum too..."

"Inside of you!" There was that accusatory tone again!

She nodded. "Well, yeah. I never told him not too, I forgot. Too drunk, I guess. But at least I didn't get pregnant, and you came inside of me after he left, so even if I had it might have been yours."

We were all amazed, but Kori voiced it. "You weren't on birth control and you let him - both of them - cum in you? You really were drunk!"

Hannah nodded, but there was a guilty look in her eyes, something that made me think that taking that unnecessary chance had not been entirely accidental on her part.