Adam's Journey

Stormy,

Or should I say.......STEAMY!!!!!

Thanks again for getting me some, this rainy Saturday in the Rockies. You never fail to put us both in the mood. Only problem is that you sure put the bar high, it really puts me to the test to keep up with Adam. However I guess that's better to have a stud as a role model .

Thanks again for giving us such a fun break from reality. Oh, and speaking of a break , next weekend the mrs. And I are going down to our little winter place and think we will drop in on the gang down at Powell . We can't wait to run into those characters.

Have a good day one and all.


The watchers
watcherdoit4fun

This (chapter 36) is probably the most disturbing and gripping passage in erotic literature I have ever read. It is like watching a car crash. The gratuitous lust from Kristi is actually an exercise in sadism with Adam being the unwitting masochistic victim. In short, Kristi is somewhat self destructive and she is aware of it, but she cannot control her venal instincts and her wish to subjugate the "love of her life" to her sadistic desires. That is the subscript of this whole tale, never spoken but there in plain sight. This one act of extreme offense of Adam on Kristi's part should signal the end of this relationship and probably will, but good old Stormy will no doubt take us through thirty more scintillating chapters before it is resolved. Kristi may be a cunt, but Adam is no pussy. This should be one wild ride. Thanks Stormy, for taking us to the Lower Depths of human desire.

time to get you back to the top

Stormy, I just happened across one of your old jewels, I believe it was called "Linda's husband farms her out". I'm guessing this was one of your earliest attempts at writing and it's fantastic. Written in 2007.

You didn't finish it though, just kind of walked away. I'm guessing life got in the way of the story.

Anyway, great reading, another Stormy masterpiece. Maybe you'll finish it some day.

TrF2

Bump, bump

Seconded ...

Unbelievable. I can't believe that it's been over a month since I last posted a segment, or since I even stopped by to say thanks for the support. Where does the damn time go? I have been working on it, little by little, but it's been slow sledding, and far too often interrupted and postponed for permisteral reamisters, and for struggling writer reamisters. Nonetheless, I do apologize for not at least dropping in to say hello, and to thank everyone for the kind words and the support...so hello all, and thanks so much.

GH and Timmy, I know you can sympathize with the struggle to find time, and the other one which is called writers block. It's been a drag, with many edits and rewrites, and that part of it is less than fun. Worse, though, would be to write a long chapter, post it, and then later decide that you don't like it, something I'm sure we have all done but which I'm trying to avoid here. I guess what I'm trying to say is thanks for sticking with me!

movingon, vakor, peak, and Trf2, thanks to you also. GH has said that often the sex scenes are the hardest to write (no pun intended); this one certainly has been, and Tiff is a big part of the reamister why. I think I've mentioned before that she is based very closely on someone I actually know, although my friend is an East German girl that escaped from there with her family and moved here as a young. Ultimately they settled in the west, on a ranch, and she became an accomplished trick rider that performed at rodeos (including the actual big-time rodeos mentioned in the story) although she is old enough now that she has toned down the craziest stuff.
We met through some business we did together (she's also, along with her man, a general contractor) when I was working often in several western states, and became good friends and occasional takeing buddies. She's an amazing woman who's been through some tough times growing up and in her first marriage (and who also happens to have great tits and really nice legs), and because I know her - albeit not sexually - she's been harder to write at times. Perhaps that "real" part of her is what some of you find so compelling; I know it is for me. She and "Tiff" share a certain vulnerability, but also a certain tough shell.
Also, I've seen her hang upside down alongside her horse as he gallops full tilt around a packed arena and his hooves flash within inches of her head, so I know she's way tougher than me and would kick my ass if I wrote anything about her that made her look bad...if she knew about this story!

watcher, glad you enjoyed it. Hope you also enjoyed dropping in on the gang at the lake. I feel quite certain that they enjoyed your visit - they have a certain way of making every unexpected event and surprise visit just a little more fun, don't they? Question: What in the heck was it doing raining in the Central Rockies in February? We were freezing our butts off and battling snow and ice here in Dixie!

rustynail, thanks for the comments, and I'm glad you're enjoying the story, even if you did find that last post particularly disturbing or depraved. Not really sure that's what I was going for, but in retrospect I can see where Kristi putting Adam through the wringer - especially when she does it without even realizing she's done it - would be harder for some to read than for others. I still have hopes that she will find a way to redeem herself, as she does often seem more selfish and cruel than I intend her to be. But perhaps she, more than any of the other characters, often surprises me with the things she does. Not always in a bad way, but often in an unexpected way. She's an enigma to me, I suppose, which is particularly odd since I created her! She is awfully hot though, so I'm willing to overlook a lot...

Trf2, wow! I can't believe you dredged up that old story! You're right, it was an early attempt at trying something totally new (writing "erotica"), and although I don't remember it well, I suspect it would fall into the category that GH calls "masturbation fodder". I hope you'll recall the old adage about having to crawl before you walk, and walk before you run; I'd like to believe that while that story may have been me scooching along on my literary tummy, that maybe by now I'm up to a slow jog...or at least a brisk walk. Please don't hold that old thing against me...and as far as its premature ending, that may have been a mercy *******ing. I'm sure there are those that feel "Adam" is overdue for the same kindness! Nonetheless, I do have the next segment or two just about ready to post. I'm shooting for getting it loaded and entered when I get up in the morning, because it's 1:00 a.m. now and past my bedtime.

Goodnight all, and thanks again!

OK, I didn't make it by when I'd hoped, but here goes. Sorry for the delay, but as Tiff likes to say, cuckolds brownie happens!
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She came. It didn't take long, it was sudden and violent, and it caught me a little bit by surprise as Tiff had not given me the verbal cues that I was accustomed to getting from Kristi. There was no talking or crying out beforehand, no vocalized lead-up, and only fairly small and quiet moans and whimpers to indicate that she was enjoying what I was doing to her. I felt it in her body though, the tensing of her legs where they were spread over my biceps and the sudden hardening of the muscles along her ribs and stomach, where my hands gripped her. She bucked her hips upward once, and then again, and at the penultimate moment a quiet "Oh my god!" escaped from between her clenched teeth, and then it was fifteen or twenty seconds of riding a wild bronc, my tongue and lips staying firmly in the saddle, licking and sucking as she bucked through her orgasm. I feel quite certain that she enjoyed the fact that I stayed with her more than the requisite eight seconds! (Hey, I think she would have really appreciated that analogy! Makes me wish I'd thought of it at the time.)

I continued to nuzzle her hot sex as we rode out the receding waves of what must have been a very powerful orgasm, and when she finally sank back and I felt her body begin to relax, I rose up over her, my hands on each side of her body, raising myself into the classic push-up position prior to entering her missionary style. My cock was rock hard, jutting up between us, eager and almost too ready. I lowered myself to her, my erection finding its way between her thighs, me counting on it to act as a heat-seeking missile and find its own way to her opening, as my weight was supported on my hands.

It turned out that she did not have the patience to wait while I poked around trying to enter her, however; she reached down and grabbed my cock, guiding me to where she wanted me, and once there she rubbed the tip of my aching penis up, down, and around in her well-lubricated pussy before bringing me to just the right spot, wanting me inside. I didn't point out to her that her effort to get me slicked up was entirely superfluous, as I was self-lubricating copiously myself by then; talking just seemed wholly unnecessary at that moment!

Instead I simply pushed forward, slowly, feeling the tightness of her opening slowly give, stretching to allow me entrance, and when the head and a little more of my penis was fully encased in her soft, tight warmth, her breath came out in a rush, and I heard myself groan at the incredible sensation of her body conforming to my own. As I continued into her she drew her breath in again in an audible gasp, and another soft exclamation "Oh god, yes" this time, escaped her lips. I drove in slowly, all the way, one deliciously slow, deep thrust, until every last bit of my cock that I could get inside of her was inside of her, and I could feel the tight muscles around her opening contracting, squeezing me around the thickest part of the base of my cock.

I held myself that way for a time, a time that may have been as little as ten seconds or as long as a minute, as I let her move; small, grinding movements, mostly generated by her hips, to work me in her pussy, time for her to do whatever she needed to do to accommodate and enjoy the feeling of my hard thickness deep inside of her – and I don't think I'm being conceited to think that she was enjoying it, as her pleasure seemed quite apparent, and entirely genuine! She'd had her eyes closed as she did this, concentrating on her own pleasure, the sensations created where our bodies joined, but now she looked up at me, her gaze one of arousal, but also of openness and vulnerability.

I recognized it, the reality that she had put herself out there for me; part of it was her own sexual need and lust, of course, but part of it was giving herself to me to distract me from whatever pain or misgivings I might be having about Kristi. In some respects it was a pity fuck, I guess, but with Tiff it never came across that way. She reached up and placed her hands on either side of my face, staring into my eyes for a moment before softly saying "This is so good...it just feels so perfect."

I began to slowly move as I responded, slow, short strokes, keeping myself mostly inside of her. "It's incredible...you're incredible. Thank you."

Her eyebrows rose and she started to reply, but it was lost in a gasp and a muttered "Oh my god!" as I pushed into her before, with a shuddering breath, she managed to say "Thank me? For what?"

Her eyes held mine as I replied. "You know, for this...everything. Let's not talk, OK?"

She nodded. "Yes...good. Ohhh, my god, just like that, oh yesss...ohh, don't talk.."

We made love then, or it felt that way to me, at least. We fucked, certainly, but I thought it was more than that, and I sensed that maybe she did too. We moved together and quickly found each other's rhythm, the horizontal dance becoming one of passion and need but also one of gentleness and mutual trust, and when she came, crying out in her intense pleasure, it moved me deeply, perhaps more than it should have that I somehow had the ability to make her feel this way. I liked her, a lot, and to be able to bring her such profound pleasure was a very gratifying thing for me.

Fortunately the intense arousal that I had felt earlier, that sensation of being right on the edge of losing control, had subsided somewhat in our moving around and the time that I had spent focused on her needs. It happens that way sometimes, or it does for me at least. If I can avoid popping my cork in one of those early, intense moments it seems like I get my second wind – or at least a renewed stamina – and I can then often go on for quite some time. Kristi knows this about me and has learned to use the technique to great advantage, but with Tiff it was partly dumb luck and partly my own awareness of the limitations of my body. In any event, we were now enjoying that phenomenon, and I could sense that we might be able to enjoy it – and each other - for quite some time. Way better to feel like a champ than a chump, especially where a beautiful woman that you'd really like to impress is involved...not to mention what it does for one's own ego!

As we continued to enjoy each other, some other compartment in my mind was dimly aware of the sounds that Pops, Ronnie, and Kori – mostly Kori – were making. They were there, of course, just across the fire from us, but I was so engrossed in Tiff that I had all but forgotten about them! This whole concept of getting naked and having sex with other people in close proximity doing the same was still very foreign to me, something I had barely had any experience with prior to this trip, and I still found it to be very strange, partly uncomfortable, but also somewhat arousing. With my voyeuristic tendencies I think it spoke to how completely involved I was with Tiff that I had not given a second thought to looking at them!

Tiff was gradually working her way to another orgasm; we took our sweet time, just loving and appreciating each other, but I could feel it in her body and hear it in her rapid, heavy breathing and the quiet, unintelligible sounds she made. The signals built slowly, the two of us as one now with me buried deep inside of her, time somehow standing still and flying past all at once as we concentrated on each other and on our own feelings and sensations, moving together. As she got closer and her peak was imminent she suddenly wrapped her legs around me and pulled herself up tight to me, taking me deep inside and grinding her pubic bone and clit against the base of my cock. Her hands came up onto both sides of my face, her fingers spread from my jaw line to my cheekbones as she held me, staring into my eyes as she came, and at that moment she pulled my face to hers - or raised hers to mine, I'm really not sure – and crushed our lips together.

Her hands slid around to the back of my neck, her fingers digging into me as she came, and her exclamations of "God, god, oh god!" were breathed into my mouth, muffled and distorted by the tangle of our lips and tongues. She spasmed and bucked beneath and against me, her orgasm deep and almost violent, and when she broke off our kiss it was to bite me (hard!) right on my collarbone. The pain should have been more than it was, an insignificant, momentary shock easily ignored as I neared my own climax, plunging into her, and then all at once that liquid rush of release was upon me, throbbing and spasming as I held myself deep inside of her, filling and flooding her pussy with my pent-up arousal.

It was my turn to utter a few groans and "Oh Gods!" of my own, and I did until she once again captured my mouth with hers, breathing in my climax as I had done with hers just moments before, sharing it somehow, capturing the heated breath, the passion, and the uncontrolled utterances of each other's orgasms in that way. It was different for me, and erotic, but also somehow very touching and moving, and I loved that she did that!

For some time after, when the shudders and spasms of climax had subsided, we simply clung to each other, both of us shocked at how profound the experience had been. Finally she muttered softly into my ear "God, that was amazing!"

I nodded weakly as I pulled back to look into her eyes. "It was incredible, just..." To my shock and dismay, her face was streaked with tears! "Tiff, are you crying? Are you OK? I didn't hurt you...?"

She put her fingers gently against my lips. "Ssshhh, Adam, no, you didn't hurt me. I'm fine, I assure you...it's just that when my world gets rocked like that, so do my tear ducts, apparently." She swiped at the tears and tracks on her cheeks, and wiped her eyes. "It happens that way for me when the sex is really special. Don't worry, it's a good thing – a very, very good thing."

"Really? You're sure..."

"Yes, I'm sure. It happens, it's not something I can control, or that I worry about anymore. If there's a problem it's that it doesn't happen often enough!"

I laughed. "Oh, well then...good, I guess, huh?"

She smiled. "Very good." She moved her hips slightly, my still erect cock buried deeply in her. "I love the way you feel inside of me."

"So do I."

She laughed again. "You should have a warning label somewhere on your body to tell people that you could become habit forming."

I smiled. "Thanks. A tattoo, maybe." I paused. "Tiff, I came inside of you, as you may be aware. I hope that's OK, I didn't think to ask ahead of time, and then was pretty caught up..."

She grinned. "Oh yes, I'm well aware! Adam, don't be silly; of course it's fine, I would have told you otherwise, had you pull out. I wanted – no, I think I needed – to feel you coming in me. It was the perfect happy ending, don't you agree?"

"I can't imagine that they could get much more perfect...but if that was the ending, why does this still feel so damn good?" I thrust forward slightly tight against her, my cock deep and my balls crushed tightly to her ass, and she gasped.

"Ohhh, god! Don't start something you won't be able to finish!"

"Good advice... in a few minutes here it will be like pushing a rope."

She laughed softly. "I'm actually pretty good with a rope - I know a few tricks..."

My turn to laugh. "I'm sure you do. Damn, I love a girl that can rope and ride, even if I can't!"

"Trust me cowboy, you ride just fine."

I laughed again. "Well, I think we've about worn out that theme. Nonetheless, I suppose this old cowpoke ought 'a slide on out of the saddle and see about rustling up some refills on our sarsaparillas, huh?"

She giggled. "Yeah, now you've definitely worn it out." She wrapped her legs around me again, holding me tightly to her, joined, as we were, at the hip...or, more accurately, at the crotch. "Don't go though; keep it in me, and when it's ready to slide out, it will."

She was right about that – and besides, she proceeded to make it worth my while to stay there, most of my weight propped on my knees and elbows and resting on her, at our hips, as she began to slowly rotate her pelvis, small, tight circles, swiveling her hips in such a way that my semi-hard cock slipped and slid inside of her, in the pool of warm female secretions and semen that filled her, almost as if my cock was being gently squeezed and massaged in a pool of warm oil. It was a display of carnal talent that I had never before experienced, made all the more exquisite by her luscious ass cheeks, wet and slippery with leakage from her pussy, grinding and sliding against my swollen scrotum, my entire package the beneficiary of her s*******s.

"God Tiff, if you keep that up I don't think I'm ever going to go limp."

"Would that be such a huge catastrophe?"

I groaned. "No, I guess not. It feels really good, what you're doing. I mean, really, really good."

"It's supposed to...it does for me too, by the way."

She continued for a minute or two, both of us silent, entirely focused on the slippery, sexy, incredible sensations she was creating, our sensitive, post-coital sex organs apparently always ready for more pleasure. My cock was staying rock hard, and I felt her pace pick up, and her legs flex and tighten around me, her fingernails digging into my ribs. "Ohh, I think I'm going to come again!"

That didn't surprise me all that much; I didn't know her body or her habits well enough to be sure that she had been striving for another orgasm, working her way to that end, but I had sort of caught on that that might be the case before she told me. What did surprise me, however, was that I was also about to come again!

And then, before I could think much more about it or wonder how it was possible, there it was; her gyrating and thrusting herself upward against me, impaling herself as deeply as possible, and my cock, buried deeply inside of her, spasming and straining, and the muscles in the floor of my pelvis flexing rhythmically and almost painfully as I pumped another load into her, the incredible gush of release again so soon, both of us making sounds that were completely naturalistic and unintelligible, but also completely unmistakable for what they were.

And then, as fast and violently as it had hit, it was over, and we were both spent, limp, me collapsed on top of her as her legs went slack and loosened their hold around my waist. I was the first to move, to catch my breath, and I groaned. "Ohh, my god...what in the hell was that?"

Her attempted laugh came out as more of a gasp. "Uhh, oh, fuck! That was what you call a grand finale! Did you come again?"

I nodded, still somewhat amazed. "Yeah, I did! I won't ask if you did..."

I see that this jumped to a new page - please note that this was a two-part post, and this is the second part. Hope you enjoy!
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Her laugh was somewhat better expressed this time. "Well stud, if you were trying to impress me, it worked."

I smiled at her. "Hell Tiff, I impressed me! Being multi-orgasmic is not usually one of my superpowers."

This time her laugh sounded more like her normal self. "Well, you might want to consider adding it to your repertoire – it was very nice, knowing you got that much out of it."

"You got that much out of me, you mean."

"Yeah, that too – speaking of which, I feel like I'm probably a big sloppy mess down there."

I nodded. "Yeah, you are. Pretty cool, huh?"

She giggled, shaking her head. "Gross! You can go ahead and take that big dick of yours out of me now; I'm done, and I'm pretty sure you are too..."

"Undoubtedly – and maybe for a long time to come." I groaned as I slowly pulled back, and we both gasped at the sensation of my cock finally slipping free of her. I folded myself back so that I was upright, but sitting back on my heels, and watched as a gush of pearly white translucent semen poured from her swollen and well-used pussy. "Well, if you weren't a mess before, you definitely are now. A very sexy erotic mess, to be sure, but...jeez, how many guys came in you, anyway?"

She laughed, but slapped at my leg. "Just you, stud, but don't act so proud of yourself; it's unbecoming."

"Well, you know, sometimes it's hard to be humble!"

"Just stop it, and pass me a towel or something."

I reached back and grabbed a t-shirt that someone had dropped on a nearby rock; it wasn't a towel, but it was the closest thing around that would do the job. Besides, it was our last night, so pretty much everything would be going into the "to be washed" collections in any event. It ran through my mind how much fun the experience with Tiffany had been, and of course how very satisfying, but without any deep expectation of one another other than what happened "in the moment", as it were; it was just good, wet, sticky, sexy fun, and we had laughed and kidded with each other throughout, just friends, relaxed and comfortable, laughing and loving and enjoying each other. It started with her tenderness to me, when Kristi had left with Trell, and it was intimate, of course, as sex is; that was a given, but it had also felt casual, and fun, and without the angst that can often tie us in knots over these things. It was a bit of a revelation to me, to be honest.

Tiff sat up and took the wadded up t-shirt from me, and proceeded to sit with her legs spread far apart as she wiped up the milky fluids flowing out of her and down her ass. I watched, enjoying the fact that she was not the least self-conscious as I took in the droop and jiggle of her tits as she leaned forward, working at cleaning herself, and the way she touched and dabbed at her creamy, sexy pussy. She looked up at me. "Every time I think I've got it all, more comes out!"

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was pretty far in there, and incredibly horny, which seems to up the output a notch – plus, you did that trick that earned you a second load, so you know, it's like double jeopardy."

She smiled and waggled her eyebrows at me. "Yeah, that was good – and anyhow, it's all right; I'm just surprised how much, is all." She looked at my cock, hanging spent and limp between my legs, still swollen and thick from the just concluded activity, but rubbery-soft and gleaming with streaks and splatters of cum. Very matter-of-factly she reached out and grabbed me and began to wipe my cock clean of the evidence of our lovemaking. Her touch was soft and gentle, and it felt nice. Not arousing-nice, just intimate-nice, like she was enjoying handling me and getting me cleaned up, just something very permisteral that was there to be done and so she did it.

I'd never had a woman do this before – oh, maybe Izzy when we were young and foolish (and fooling around) would grab a handful of Kleenex out of her purse or pocket and do a quick mop-up after making me pop my rocks as I was driving, or in the back seat of one of our parents' cars in some quiet spot - but not the careful, thorough, gentle attention that Tiff was giving me. And she was thorough, bending and turning my cock to get every little streak and smear before moving on to do the same to my ballsack. It was almost like a soothing massage after a workout, and I enjoyed it immensely. Oddly, I was not at all self-conscious about having her do it, or about the close inspection she was giving my equipment.

Finished polishing, she held my cock across her palm, the tip resting against her arm just above her wrist as she looked down at me for a long moment, and then she raised her eyes to meet mine. "You really do have a beautiful cock."

OK, now I was self-conscious! My awkward laugh probably reflected that. "Thanks...I built it from a kit I got at Radio Shack."

She giggled. "If that was true there would be a long line of guys – or their wives – lined up outside every Radio Shack in the country!" She reached for her panties and wriggled into them as I was slipping my shorts back on, and then we each took a moment to also put our shirts on. There was a slight chill in the night air, a cool, moist breeze coming off the lake, although here by the fire we could probably have stayed comfortable sans-clothing had we chosen to just by scooting a little closer to the flames. I added couple of smallish sticks and a larger log to the fire before settling back down onto the cushions. Somewhat to my surprise – but also much to my pleasure – Tiff settled in tightly against my side and pulled my arm up around her shoulders so that I was holding her. I felt a small shiver run through her, so I pulled her to me.

She leaned in closer, placing her hand on my upper abdomen and resting her head on my chest, and I heard her sigh. "Why is it that whenever I find a good guy he's already taken?" I didn't answer, didn't say anything, in fact, because I didn't know what to say. This was the thing, in my admittedly limited experience, about supposedly "casual" sex; it was never quite as casual as we pretended it was. The same thing, more or less, had happened with Rain. We had enjoyed each other in a brief moment of passion and desire, but then it left both of us vulnerable and with a certain melancholy longing, thinking what might have been. It is, for me at least and apparently for Rain and for Tiff as well, a very intimate thing and something that lays feelings bare and opens up avenues of thought and desires that are perhaps best left unexplored.
It was also the thing that scared me most about Kristi being with other men; what if she found someone that she liked, or loved, or bonded with, or even just enjoyed sexually more than me? Tiff misunderstood my silence. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I know you love Kristi, and the two of you are so good together. That was really inappropriate for me to say. Adam, I apologize; I would never try to come between you."

I squeezed her around the shoulders, pulling her tight against me. "Sshhh, no, it's all right. I understand what you're saying. Actually, I'm flattered, although I don't necessarily agree about me being such a good guy. It's just..." I had to pause to organize my thoughts. "It's just that I think this whole thing – the sex, the intimacy, spending so much time together here, at play and having fun, isn't like real life. We experience stuff and wonder why it can't be like this all the time. It makes us maybe examine our lives, and we start to regret certain things, or question our choices, and we wonder about all the roads not taken." I chuckled. "Look at me, trying to wax poetic. Tiff, you know by now that I'm not much of a philosopher, and I don't always say things well, but I guess what I'm saying is that I feel these things too, so I understand. It scares me a little, actually, how easy it is for me to have these feelings for you."

She kissed me softly, right on the angle of my jaw. "Because you're so in love with Kristi."

"Yeah, that; I'm head-over-heels there, so it confuses me – but also because what if she can feel this way about some other guy? Not Trell, I'm not worried about him particularly, but what if she finds, in all this fun and games stuff, someone that she ends up really caring about?"

She seemed to ponder that for a moment. "Well, I think she'd have a hard time finding a better guy than you, but that stuff happens all the time, even in stable marriages that don't have crazy, wide-open sex lives. People fall out of love, or they fall in love, or maybe they just fall in lust. But Adam, cuckolds brownie happens; you can't spend your time worrying about all of the 'maybes' or you'll drive yourself crazy."

That sounded more like the somewhat hard-edged, pragmatic girl I'd met at the café a week or so ago! I laughed. "Ah, there's the Tiff we all know and love! What you say is true, of course, but you have to admit that getting naked and having a good fuck with some guy might increase the odds of it becoming more serious than, say, standing behind someone in a checkout line somewhere, right?"

She squeezed me through my pants. "So you think that just because I had the chance to find out that you're hung like a horse..."

I interrupted. "A mule, you mean."

She laughed. "Oh yeah, I forgot – like a mule, and that means that I developed false feelings for you, like maybe I'm just in love with your cock, but not with you?"

"Something like that. Just the whole intimacy thing, really. You can't get naked and have sex with someone without a certain degree of trust and vulnerability, right? It knocks down barriers, and maybe we have those barriers for a reamister...although I sure don't regret knocking them down with you."

She hugged me, and stretched up to share a long, lingering kiss. "Thanks Adam, me too – or either, I guess. You're a good barrier knocker-downer, and it's been great – and we never know what the future might bring, right?"

"No, that's true. I think you put it quite eloquently when you said...let's see, how was it that you phrased it again? Oh yeah – 'cuckolds brownie happens'."

She laughed. "My turn to wax poetic, I guess, but it's true."
We were distracted now by sounds of pleasure coming from across the fire, where Pops, Kori, and Ron had been enjoying each other all this time. Strangely, after vaguely noticing them at the beginning we had been so completely wrapped up in each other that I had forgotten all about them. Well OK, not forgotten, exactly; I knew they were there, but it had seemed unimportant, a mere distraction from Tiff, on whom I had been able to focus like a laser, which says something for a guy as voyeuristic as I had found myself to be. I'd had no desire to watch them, although I'd glanced a time or two, and I'd also had no feelings of shame, embarrassment, or self-consciousness about them possibly watching us! A woman like Tiff can exercise that type of power over me.

Now, however, we were at a point where their sounds could distract us, and Tiff, knowing Pops as she did, recognized what the sounds signified. "Well, it seems we arrived back on earth just in time for their grand finale! It sure looks like Kori and Ron are having fun, and I guarantee you that Pops is."

Kori was astride him, her legs far apart as she straddled his wide hips, and his ridiculous cock firmly socketed in her tight pussy. It didn't appear that his substantial girth was giving her much trouble, although it was obvious that she was stretched tightly around him, but Kori is built smallish in that area, and the fact was that most of his long shaft was exposed, going to waste, as Kristi would say, and that only about perhaps five or six inches of him, at most, was able to penetrate her. Still, I could see by the taut muscles in her back and ass and hear by her sounds that she was coming, and coming hard!

What had drawn our attention though was the sounds that Pops was making as he also reached his climax, his hands on her hips holding her as he thrust into her, his cock throbbing as he pumped away, and yet his restraint in the throes of his own orgasm remarkable; he was deeply involved in his own climax, yet still being very careful not to hurt Kori, aware of her limitations and concerned for her comfort and pleasure. I could understand why Tiff loved and trusted him, and also why all of us had found it so easy to have him around, and to open up to him. That type of concern, respect, and empathy – especially in a guy, and even more so in a big, powerful, gruff guy like him - was a very rare commodity.

It didn't take long for his gush into her to overflow her tight confines, and as the pearly white fluid ran down his dark cock, Ronnie leapt into the breach, licking and lapping at the two of them, allowing not a drop to escape, his tiny cock rigidly at attention as he fulfilled a few fantasies of his own. It was weird, seeing my best buddy licking up semen that was spilling out of his wife and running down the enormous phallus of another man as they both climaxed, but the truth is it was also very arousing; had I not just come – twice – I feel quite certain that I would have been every bit as hard as Ronnie was, although I don't think I could have maintained quite the same vertical angle that his little penis was locked into!

The other thing I noticed was that they were all simply enjoying each other, while simultaneously each perhaps satisfying a few little twisted kinks of their own, seemingly without any regrets, angst, or worries. I envied them that, while wondering if the whole problem was with me. On the other hand, I had no way of knowing what private thoughts each of them harbored; maybe they were as conflicted about all this as I was. Watching them though, it seemed unlikely!

Tiff nudged me. "Our wayward wanderers have returned."

I looked where she was looking, and sure enough Trell and Kristi were approaching, strolling slowly toward us, shoulder to shoulder, about the same height and both of them long and lean and nicely built, him dark and masculine and her lighter, and gloriously feminine, all in all a very attractive couple. They weren't holding hands or showing any outward display of affection, but that may have been because each clutched their clothes in their hands. They were stark naked on the barren, rocky shoreline, in a scene that could have been (if they were maybe a lot more hairy) very primitive; as it was it had a more biblical appearance, a beautiful, seductive, but treacherously sly Eve and her naïve and unsuspecting Adam. Except that I thought I was her naïve and unsuspecting Adam!

Thank you Storm for great writing. Well worth the wait.

Stormy,
Have to agree with Timmy. You still have it (as do Kristi and Adam I think). So well worth waiting for. Thanks.

Stormy,

Thanks for another great chapter in a great story !

Stormy,

Your sex scenes are wonderful, your storyline and philosophizing is even better. Nothing is life is free and sex surely isn't.

"This was the thing, in my admittedly limited experience, about supposedly "casual" sex; it was never quite as casual as we pretended it was."

Great writing. Keep it coming.

Rusty Nail

Hello stormy,


Thank for your story and also for the time taken to reply at our comments.
I know understand why Tiff is so loveable, it is a real permister, with weakness and strength, hidden hurts which makes us all human. Maybe it is why she is my favourite, a bit like rain, she is someone who need someone like Adam and she know it"Why is it that whenever I find a good guy he's already taken?" .
Really it is a fantastic passage, really sad and tender at the seme time. In a way she needs Adam much more than Kristi do. Reading again the previous chapter, Kristi appears really selfish, maybe in love with A, but much more with herself.

Also I like the part when Adam talked about the impact that sex can have :
"Something like that. Just the whole intimacy thing, really. You can't get naked and have sex with someone without a certain degree of trust and vulnerability, right? It knocks down barriers, and maybe we have those barriers for a reamister..." I never really bought the 'sex is just fun' or it's just sex.


Maybe I'am biased because I'm in love with Tiff )


Sorry if I made more mistake than usually, I am a bit in a hurry and did not take time to chack all my grammaticla mistakes

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Hi all, and thanks for the comments! Again I'll have to put off making the longer replies you all deserve until I can stop back at my leisure, because again I need to post a couple of segments I just finished and then run out the door to make a prior appointment. I apologize, but I will stop back to respond. In the meantime, I hope this addition holds you over!
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They were talking softly as they approached, their voices an unintelligible murmur. When they drew close they stopped, and kissed each other; not a long, passionate kiss, more like the type of kiss two people share when kissing each other goodnight after a date. They then parted ways, Trell heading for the cooler to grab a beer, and Kristi, whose eyes locked onto mine, turning to head straight for us. Tiff made no effort to move away, staying in my arms and pressed against me, and although the whole arrangement made me feel uncomfortable – and perhaps a little guilty, caught with my hand in the cookie jar, as it were – I also remained stationary, with my arm around her.

As she came up to us she reached up with her left hand and pushed her hair back, a gesture so familiar that I could have recognized her by it from half a mile away. She stopped right in front of us, her shin almost touching the side of my knee, and looked down at us for a moment. "Hey."

She had a small, almost sad smile on her face, so I smiled back at her. "Hey yourself. You didn't bring back any wood."

She shook her head. "No, it's probably going to be a while before he can get wood again...oh, wait, you mean firewood!"

Tiff giggled against my chest as I chuckled at Kristi's wisecrack, shaking my head. "Yeah, I meant firewood. Did you have fun?"

She shrugged. "Oh yeah, sure." That didn't sound to me like a ringing endorsement. She went on. "It was fun; the thing with Trell..." here she looked over to be sure he was out of earshot "...the thing is, and I guess Kori said it best, is that what he lacks in experience and technique he more than makes up in stamina and youthful enthusiasm."

Tiff laughed again. "That sounds about right. He's going to be a stud someday if he learns to slow down a little and enjoy his partner, and himself. He needs to figure out that the journey is half the fun – sometimes more! He certainly is enthusiastic though."

I nodded. "Well, I suspect that if he goes to work with Ronnie like they're talking about, Kori will put him in training. If anyone can polish a rough stone into a shining gem, it's her, wouldn't you agree?"

They both nodded, and Kristi laughed softly. "Oh yeah, Kori will start him at lesmister one and work forward, if necessary – all totally altruistic, of course; I mean, you know, not that there's anything wrong with that!"

Tiff joined in, chuckling. "Sure, there's no enjoyment involved for her at all, it's just an unpleasant task that needs doing, and she's willing to take one for the team."

I smiled. "Lucky kid! I'd guess that most young guys would give their left nut to have a teacher like that."

Tiff swiveled her head to look up at me. "Why is it always the left nut – and wouldn't that sort of defeat the purpose, really?"

I laughed. "It's just an expression – and no, I'm thinking that if Kori put her mind to it she could get a rise out of a eunuch. For that matter, any one of you three could!"

Kristi bumped my shoulder with her hip. "Nice recovery babe. I guess not every young guy is lucky enough to have had an Izzy in his life to show him the ropes, huh?"

It hit me than that she was still stuck on Izzy and me, something I'd assumed that she'd assimilated and compartmentalized by now. I thought that the fact that she'd just thrown it in my face like that as not a particularly good sign. I can be very astute that way. I didn't say anything, because the retort that was on the tip of my tongue would have just made things worse. I'm usually not all that astute that way, but this time I was, and caught myself. Something was clearly bothering her – see, there's that astuteness again!

I was a little surprised when she bent down and kissed me, a long, soft, lingering kiss which allowed me plenty of time to notice her musky, semen-scented breath and taste the milty residue of his ejaculate in her mouth and on her tongue. The thing is, I had the sense that the purpose her kiss was not to power upon me the realization that Trell had come in her mouth; instead, it felt very much to me as though she was marking her territory, with Tiff right there, inches from our joined lips, watching. She was saying to Tiffany, without words, that I was hers, and now she was ready to reclaim me.

It was awkward for me, the love of my life and a woman with whom I'd just shared a very enjoyable and intimate interlude more or less nose to nose like that, with me as the disputed territory between them. Fortunately, Tiff rolled with it rather than starting something; she pushed herself away from me, sitting up straight and using both hands to pull her hair back. "Well, I guess I'll go get a take and leave you two alone. Can I bring you anything?"

Kristi just shook her head, as did I, but I also answered her. "No thanks, not right now." I reached out and took her hand before she stood up. "Hey, thanks for tonight. I really enjoyed it, you're...pretty amazing, you know that?" It had been hard to express any real feelings or anything intimate to her with Kristi right there, but it would be pretty cowardly and tactless to just let her walk away without saying anything after what we'd shared!

She smiled and kept it light-hearted in her reply, as though it had truly been 'just sex', and we'd not had the more intimate moments we'd had after the sex was over. "Yeah, that was fun! Maybe we can do it again sometime, huh?" While her words were casual and non-committal, they were also a sobering reminder that this was our last night together as a group, a depressing thought. We'd all made plans to see each other again, when she came to Denver for the National Western Rodeo, or maybe in Cheyenne for Frontier Days, where she would also be riding and/or sponsoring some of her younger protégés, but so many times those plans, those best-of-intentions to stay in touch with friends, fail to materialize. I made myself a promise to see to it that this time they would!

Fortunately she distracted me from my more maudlin thoughts by leaning back and then lifting herself to her feet, during which process she flashed me a shot of her crotch beneath the long tails of the shirt she was wearing; she had put her panties on, but the crotch of her pale blue underwear was soaked through, a dark, spreading, wet stain where the results of our lovemaking were still leaking out of her, despite her earlier attempts at cleanup. Maybe I'm weird (OK, definitely!), but there's just something about a girl in cum-soaked panties that gets me going – especially if the cum is mine!

She saw me look, and noticed the small grin that chased across my lips, and she winked at me, letting me know that the panty-flash had been entirely intentional, and entirely for my benefit. It was her way of communicating something to me, a little secret, with Kristi right there but oblivious to our silent exchange. You gotta love a girl with that kind of sneaky playfulness, right? I answered her comment/question. "Well, I sure hope so – and I intend to hold you to your promise of staying with us when you come to Denver. It's something to look forward to, right?"

She nodded. "Definitely! Sure I can't get either of you anything?"

It was like her waitress instincts took over, or maybe it was just a matter of putting herself into her own comfort zone, but again we both declined. She started to turn away, but then paused and reached out and squeezed Kristi's shoulder. "Hey, you've got a real keeper there. I appreciate you letting me borrow him for awhile, but you'd better hold on tight to that one."

Kristi looked at her for a moment, surprised, I think, that Tiff would offer her advice, but then she smiled and nodded. "Oh, not to worry – I fully intend to." She ran her hand through my hair and leaned against me, pulling my head over against her hip possessively. "It may not always seem like it, but I really do know a good thing when I have it." She caressed my neck and let her fingers touch and fondle my ear, while she reached up with her other hand and pushed back a stray lock of her own hair as she looked at Tiff. "You know, I'm sort of glad that he found you, and that you came along on this trip, but also you scare me; he has a very soft place in his heart for a certain type of woman, and I think you're that type." It's weird being talked about like you're not even there, let me tell you!
She laughed softly and went on. "Plus you're gorgeous, sexy, and built, and all men are suckers for that!" It was a bit surreal; Tiff, still with the remnants of our lovemaking oozing out of her, standing there confronting my beautiful and suddenly possessive Amazon fiancée, who was as gloriously naked as the day she was born, but a whole lot sexier, and Kristi, her spine stiff, her metaphorical hackles slightly raised, and her nipples hard and jutting, staring her down.

Tiffany was silent for a long moment, looking from Kristi to me and back again. I think maybe she didn't know what to say, that she had not expected Kristi to be so forthright; I, on the other hand, was surprised that it had taken this long, as I'm fully aware that Kristi is not one who is the least bit afraid to say what's on her mind. The only problem was, I was right there! I'd rather have been almost anywhere else when they had this seemingly inevitable conversation! Tiff finally decided what she wanted to say. She looked Kristi directly in the eye and shrugged, "Nah, no need to worry - you have him lock, stock, and barrel. Adam is hopelessly, helplessly in love with you, and the only one that can change that, the only one that can really screw that up, is you. I hope you're smarter than that." She turned then and walked away, crossing to where the various adult libations were stored in the large cooler and in colorful bottles on the rocks alongside. She definitely knew how to make an exit!

Kristi stared after her, continuing to stand alongside of me as I sat on a cushion on the ground, holding my head against her hip and thigh. I could smell the natural muskiness of recent sex on her, the unique, earthy blend of male and female, mixed with just a hint of her expensive cologne and the sage, creosote and dust smell of the surrounding desert. It was not at all unpleasant, and as she continued to absent-mindedly run her fingers through my hair and to touch and tickle my neck and ear, I put my arm around her legs, those long, taut, perfect legs that I always found myself dreaming about. I splayed my fingers across the firm muscles of her thigh and slowly stroked her leg.

She looked down at me. "You really like her, huh?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I do."

"More than me?"

"I really don't know how much you like her, now do I?"

She tugged softly on my hair. "Don't be an idiot, you know what I mean. Be serious."

"Babe, I like her – a lot – but I love you. Tiff was right about that."

She was silent for a moment, gazing across to where Tiff was opening a beer for herself and one for Pops, who had finished his liaimister with Ron and Kori, although Ronnie still seemed quite content with his face buried between Kori's legs. Kristi tugged on my hair again. "She's pretty sexy though, right?"

"Yeah, she's pretty sexy."

She looked down at me, and then quickly away, but I noticed that she was biting her lower lip, something she does when she's worried, or deep in thought. "She has great tits, huh?"

"They're pretty nice."

"Big, too. Bigger than mine. I bet you like that."

I laughed. "Babe, stop it! You know me, quality over quantity. You have the most perfect tits I've ever seen on a woman – or a man for that matter, but let's not go there."

Finally I was rewarded with a small laugh out of her. "You're crazy, you know that? Her boobs are really nice though, perfectly shaped. She and Kori are lucky, they both have great tits."

I was caressing her leg as she talked, letting my fingers touch areas that I knew were erogenous zones for her; the back of her knee, the inside of her thigh just above the knee, the back of her thigh higher up, just inches below her perfect ass. "You have great tits too. As a matter of fact, if you lined up all the tits in the world – in pairs, of course – and I had to walk down the line and pick the ones that I thought were the best tits on earth, I'd pick yours."

She laughed again, a better, more unrestrained laugh, getting into the spirit of my kidding around. "You'd pick mine just because you knew it was me and you'd be in trouble if you didn't."

"No, I wouldn't know it was you! I'm talking just tits, no women attached."

"Oh, that's just disturbing!"

"Yeah, you're right – OK let's say the women were there too, but masked so they can't see me and all I could see were their boobs. I'd pick yours, every time. I love your boobs, you know that."

"And you're not just saying that? You wouldn't prefer her bigger ones?"

I shook my head. "I'm not – look, do you remember the first time, when we were at my place and we got naked together?" I was still touching her legs, and I gently stroked that spot on the inside of her thigh, about six inches above her knee, that spot that unfailingly makes her legs move apart. It did again this time, as it always does, and she adjusted her stance slightly, completely unaware that she was doing it, I think. It's an amazing thing, almost like a reflex response. I love it in part because it's just such an open invitation to continue and expand my explorations, but also because it's an example of how well I know her and know things about her, unlike any other woman – except maybe Izzy – that's ever been a part of my life, including my ex-wife. It's the same for her; she knows things about me that no one else does, and it had happened very quickly after we met, and it has always felt so right.

She ran her fingers lightly across the back of my neck. "Of course I remember. So?"

"I was behind you. You were down to just your panties and your shirt, that soft, cream-colored silky blouse. You unbuttoned it yourself and then stepped away from me to slip it off, and you let it drop to the floor, but your back was still to me..."

She nodded. "Mmm-hmm, I remember."

"...you didn't have a bra on. When you turned around, real slow like you did...oh my god! It took my breath away! I almost creamed in my pants!"

She laughed. "You didn't have any pants on, as I recall. Just socks."

"Oh yeah, that's right. Wait – I had socks on? Crap! OK then, I almost creamed on my socks, and the floor, and on anything else that was in range, including you. That wouldn't have been one of my prouder moments, but it was a near thing. All because you are so damn...spectacular, for lack of a better word. Stunning. And unquestionably the most incredible, perfect tits I'd ever laid eyes on...and couldn't wait to lay lips on."

She laughed again, her dark mood of a few moments earlier seemingly dissipated. "I remember that part too. You did seem rather enthralled – and then rather preoccupied – with my boobs. I was starting to worry that maybe you had mommy issues."

My turn to laugh. "Well... no, never mind. The fact is I was very enthralled with them. As far as my preoccupation, part of that was just stalling for time so that when we moved on I wouldn't pop my rocks in about six seconds. I was severely aroused, as you may have noticed."

"Yes, I did notice, and apparently it worked. I think it took you almost twenty seconds..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Don't remind me – and thanks yet again for being so cool about it."

She tousled my hair affectionately. "It's like I told you; the first time it's kind of a compliment – every woman wants to feel sexy and attractive, and to feel she can be physically arousing - and what better evidence than to trigger that kind of response? On the other hand, if it happened every time, that would quickly become a problem."

"Fortunately, among my many problems, that's one I don't have!" I was still stroking her legs as we talked, and I had been letting the tips of my fingers travel slowly up the inside of her thigh, my touch feather-light and teasing, ever so slowly getting up into that very sensitive flesh high on her thighs, just inches from her sex. It was about this time that I ran into a wet and slippery crescent of skin high up, where the same type of leakage that Tiff had soaked up into her panties had run down from Kristi's unclad pussy onto her legs and been smeared around by her movements. The knowledge that she had a wet, creamy load still partly in her sent an electric shock straight to my groin.

"No, fortunately, since that night you've always acquitted yourself quite well." She paused, concentrating on what my fingers were doing to her, and then sucked in a long, shaky breath. "Just a heads-up, I'm probably a little messy down there."

"Yeah, so I just discovered. I sorta thought he came in your mouth..."

"Oh, he did – the first time."

"Ah! I see. Oh well, into every life a little semen must drip...or spurt, or whatever the case may be."

She laughed. "Really tacky – but I do so love your adventurous spirit." I let my fingers slide in the mix of Kristi's love juices and Trell's cum, moving up to lightly stroke her outer pussy lips, and backwards to let my finger tease her tight little anus. She rocked her hips slightly to meet me, and her legs opened a bit wider. Leaning against her legs, I felt a shudder go through her body, but she was still trying to pretend that I was having no effect on her. "You know, you do still come fairly quickly on occasion..."

"Yeah, well, when you've worked your evil magic on me, of course. Then too, I still find you just as beautiful mysterious, and arousing as I did that first time, so you should probably just admire my self-control and be thankful that I don't go off like a bottle rocket every time." I slipped a finger between her wet, puffy lips and stroked across and slightly into the opening of her vagina, oozing with cum, and was rewarded with a soft moan.

She sucked in a quick breath, and then blew it out. "Whew! That was a really good answer, by the way. You do seem to know the right thing to say."

"Of course I do – sometimes as much as ten percent of the time." My wandering fingers found her clit, hard and aroused, and with slippery, cum-slimed fingertips I stroked it, pinched it gently, and made tiny circles, and in seconds she stiffened against me as her hand in my hair curled into a tight fist, and her body spasmed as she came. God I love the way this woman sounds and feels as an orgasm takes control of her!

After, as her peak passed, she feebly pushed my hand away. "Please – I need to sit down!"

I moved my hand from between her legs and she literally collapsed alongside of me, leaning limply against my shoulder as I put my arm around her. Other than the fact that she was on my opposite side it was the same position Tiff had occupied just a few minutes before, which, for some reamister, struck me as something remarkable. She slowly breathed in a long, deep breath, and then shakily blew it back out again. She reached up and stroked my face, along my cheek and jaw line. "How do you do that? You just touch me for a few seconds, stroke a couple of places, and I turn into a quivering mass of orgasmic jelly! I'm too weak and shaky to even stand up, assuming there are still bones in my legs. If it didn't feel so damn good it would almost be embarrassing."

I laughed. "Only almost, huh? What can I say, I'm just good; I know all of your secret spots."

"That you do lover, that you do. Plus the not-so-secret ones." She ran her fingers across the obvious bulge in the front of my shorts. "Look who decided to join the party! I thought maybe she wore you out..."

"Oh, she did! I always seem to respond to you though, no matter what. You have that effect on me, always, without fail. You're magic, I guess."

She laughed softly, and then, with her hand on my face she pulled me down so that we were looking into each other's eyes, our faces inches apart. "There you go, saying exactly the right thing again. You're on fire tonight!" She gripped my erect cock through my pants. "Would you like me to return the favor?"

"Oh, definitely – but not now. Let's wait until we're alone, later."

She stroked me. "You're really hard. Are you sure? We could do it now and then again later."

"No, I'm sure. Good things come to those who wait."

She stretched up enough to lick my lips with the tip of her tongue, and then enough more that our lips met and her tongue continued its exploration inside of my mouth. My decision to wait until later was quickly becoming shaky. She caught my lower lip gently between her front teeth and tugged on it before letting it slip free as she pulled away. "Well OK then, have it your way – but I will make you a promise that good things will definitely come to you...later."

I groaned. "Damn, don't do that! If you had any idea how weak my resolve is..." She laughed, and I joined her. "You really are an evil temptress, just like Eve...and I'm your very weak and easily manipulated Adam. With a painfully hard dick."

She looked at me, puzzled. "What?"

"Nothing...just something I thought of earlier. Mind tricks, you know."

"Well, if you're not going to let me give you the blowjob to end all blowjobs, should we go and be sociable?"

"That's not helping."

She laughed again. "C'mon, help me up you big lug – you big, horny lug."

I managed to struggle to my feet. "And whose fault is that?"

She shrugged as she reached out her hands so that I could pull her up. "I don't know...someone named Eve, apparently?"

"No, you're Eve and...oh, never mind. Hey, grab me a beer and I'll get you a take. What do you want?"

"Fix me a Bailey's – a big one."

That actually sounded pretty good. It was also a sign that Kristi was winding down, and was looking for a take that was sweet, relaxing, a little filling, and a little drowsy-inducing. "You know, that sounds good. Scratch the beer, and I'll get us two of those. Be right back; go mingle, and I'll join you in a minute."

While Kristi and I had gotten reacquainted everyone else had concluded their activities. Pops and Trell were standing near where all of the take stuff was lined up, while Ron, Kori, and Tiff were over on the far side of the fire, backed away from the heat slightly as someone had thrown wood on and stoked up a pretty big flame. Everyone had put on at least a minimal amount of clothing – a shirt, a pair of shorts or panties, maybe a shirt and shorts – except Ron and Kristi, who were the only ones still naked as a jaybird. Ron also happened to be rigidly erect, his small cock sticking out of his lower abdomen like a hitchhiker's thumb. Clearly Kori had not deigned to relieve his arousal at all!

As Kristi joined them, Ron threw his arm around her shoulders affectionately and Kristi slid her arm around his waist. As I watched, she leaned forward and looked at his tiny stiffie, and then, while saying something I couldn't hear to the group, reached out with her other hand and, with the tip of her index finger, pushed it down until it pointed at the ground before popping it loose and allowing it to spring upright again, quivering to a firm 80 degree angle above the ground. Whatever she'd said, whatever joke for which Ron's erection had been the prop, they all laughed. I just smiled and shook my head, wondering for the thousandth or so time what the hell I'd gotten myself into.

Stormy,

thank you - what a pleasant surprise on a Sunday morning.

A couple of great segments. Nice touch having Kristi feel a bit of jealousy and insecure.

I'll be around when you find time for another segment.

Again, thank you for sharing.

Stormy,
For the thousandth time maybe, I'm glad you got me into this story. Kristi and Adam act as though they are already married - except he gets blowjobs and regular sex and all! As Timmy said, it was good to see the vulnerable side of Kristi. I'm glad that you brought Izzy back in too. Before you tie it up, that one needs a ribbon on it maybe. Just good to have you back for the visit Stormy. Thanks

Storm

Ending a story is so very difficult. Not because it's arduous writing, on the contrary; for you it's the sweetest and most exciting part of the story. Your characters realize that they are saying good bye to each other, but you're saying good bye to them too.

You've created wonderful characters. Now you're leaving them and you are definitely doing it in style. Take your time and continue to give them your best effort. They deserve it, you do too and for us every remaining word is pure gold.

Thank you

GH

I'am never, I repeat NEVER disappointed with this story.

Stormy,

GH said it best. Every remaining word is pure gold. Most of the previous words were pretty damn great as well.

Thanks for the journey, it's been awesome. A lot of hard work and time on your part for sure. Glad I've been there since the beginning.

TrF2

Thanks all for your patience. I wanted to get back with everyone appropriately, but time did not allow for that before. Now that I have a little time, I can finally drop in and respond to the last 2 rounds of comments, all of which are much appreciated! Y'all are too kind!

storm
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Timmy, thanks. I know you recognize the limits on being able to write, especially that of time, and that as much as we'd prefer to just work on our stories, we have to take time out to do all that other mundane stuff they call "life". I sure do appreciate your consideration, your time, and your continued support with comments and "bumps". Take care, and thanks again.


sub4wife, thank you for the kind words. Glad you're enjoying it!


rustynail, what more can I say that hasn't already been said? You are too kind, of course, but that doesn't mean that I don't appreciate it! I'm glad you're enjoying the story, and also that you're willing to let me try out a bit of my amatoor philosophizin' on you. I'm also pretty good at cipherin', although I really don't get much opportunity to demonstrate that here.


Peak, as always, thanks. You, GH, Trf2 and a few others have been here almost from the beginning - almost 6 damn years ago, if you can believe that - and others, like Timmy, most of that time, and it is much appreciated if not fully understood. I don't think I could have put up with my own slow pace that long!
Our Kristi is multi-faceted, as are all people; sometimes I may have neglected to make her so, but I can usually tell that when people start strongly disliking her, so that acts as a wake-up call. As for Izzy...I'm not sure I can give her the place of prominence or the character-build she deserves in the story, as she was such a huge influence on who Adam grew up to be but is now a peripheral figure. That kind of thought (and recalling some of the other bit players) makes me think "sequel", but then I have a take and the urge passes...


vazkor, thanks. I enjoy replying to the comments; the exchange of comments, opinions, thoughts, and ideas is a fun part of the process for me, albeit one that takes a bit of time that I could perhaps otherwise spend writing. But it's time well-spent! As for Kristi and Tiff, I'm in love with both of them, despite how very different they are. It's very gratifying when anyone stops by to tell me how much enjoyment they derive from reading this, and even more so when the characters have come to life for them as they have for me. Thanks for your kind words and thoughts!


GH, what can I say? You're the best! You know how hard it is to walk away from characters you've poured so much love, time, and attention into, and your words are spot-on. It's surprisingly difficult, something I'd never really given any though to until now, as the time approaches. This was entirely unanticipated! You should have warned me earlier, and maybe I would have bailed out before I became too involved!
Seriously though, again you offer the words of encouragement as you have all along, which is one of the reamisters (in addition to all of your great stories) that I consider you the "Godman" of the written word here at CP, and my mentor. Thanks.


Trf2, you said it! Here from the start...not to discourage you, but you do realize that's 6 years of your life you'll never get back...?
Your support and patience and persistence is hugely appreciated, more than I can express, but here goes; Thanks so much for all of the kind words, encouragement, and comments over the years. As one of the earliest commenters, you are one of the reamisters this story ever got past page 2...wait, I'm not really sure if I should thank you, or curse you! Take care, my friend!

Hey Stormy, what can I say- it's all your fault. Your writing is brilliant, addictive, and I'm just one of many who always look forward to reading each new segment to this story. I keep forgetting how much time we've all invested in this story, man alive, six years? Is that even possible? I keep meaning to go back and figure out the actual amount of time that the story covers, it's not that much is it? Couple of months, weeks, I'm not sure.

You take care as well Buddy. Happy Easter.

TrF2

Trf2, thanks. Yes, it's been 6 years - but it seems like much longer! Actually, at first the time went by quickly and I had a regular schedule for writing and was enjoying it more. Lately the time constraints have made the writing harder and more disjointed, and less enjoyable. Still, because I do enjoy it, and because it allows me to stay in touch with friends such as you and the others I've met here, I keep on plugging toward the end. Hang with me - we'll get there, I promise!
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Pops and Trell nodded and greeted me as I joined them at our makeshift bar, although Trell appeared to be very uncomfortable; I suppose I would too if I'd just finished coming all over a guy's fiancée and then that guy walked up to me, but given the pattern of our trip so far I was still somewhat surprised that it seemed to be this awkward for him. Truth be told it was awkward for me too, but maybe, being older and arguably wiser, I was better able to hide my feelings – and too, while he had been an eager and more than willing participant, it had been Kristi that was the instigator. If I wasn't upset with her (and I wasn't, really, or at least not terribly much) how could I be mad at him?

I'd figured on making our ****** in the ubiquitous plastic Solo cups, but Pops reminded me that he and Trell had actually brought out the real glass things, in both wineglass and cocktail styles. The Old Fashioned glasses seemed about right, so I grabbed a couple of those and used the heel of my hand to bust loose some ice cubes from the solid lump they had frozen into. The Baileys turned out to be a brand new bottle – Ronnie is nothing if not sensitive to the wants and habits of his friends – so I cracked the seal and poured each of us a generous couple of fingers over the glistening ice cubes.

Crossing to where the others stood I handed Kristi her *****. She took a long sip, closing her eyes and savoring the sweet, creamy flavor. "Mmm, thanks, that's really good. Hey, have you seen that t-shirt I left out here anywhere?"

I looked around, as if I expected it to be hanging right there in mid-air. "No, I don't think so; what color is it?"

"Oh, you know – it's that George Strait one I got when we went to his concert, sort of a tan-brown thing..."

Tiff interrupted. "Oh, I love George Strait!"

Kristi smiled at her. "Something else we have in common, I suppose." I'm not sure if Kristi meant it in a friendly way or more as a rather catty little jab at Tiff, but Tiffany took it well, laughing off any animosity she might have felt.

She turned back to me. "So, any idea where it might be?"

"Oh yeah, sure! That was yours, huh?"

"What do you mean, 'was'?"

I laughed. "Well, it's actually still here – it's right over there, in fact, but you probably don't want it just now. It's a bit wet and messy, maybe a little sticky... if you catch my drift."

"Oh, tell me you didn't!"

I nodded, shrugging. "Yeah, well, there were no towels or anything close by. Sorry – you want me to get you something else to wear?"

Ronnie had been standing by, just listening and letting the world flow past him. Now he reached down and scooped up his shirt and handed it to her. "Here, wear mine. You'll look far better in it than I do anyway - although, if I may say so, you look pretty awesome just the way you are!"

She laughed as she took his shirt. "Aren't you a gentleman – and thank you; I'm glad somebody around here has some manners." That earned her a few catcalls from the rest of us. "You look pretty nice yourself Ronnie, with that cute little penis of yours sticking out."

He was on-target about her looking better in his shirt than he did, but I winced inwardly at her use of the words 'cute' and 'little', neither of which most men want to hear used in reference to their genitals, but Ron just laughed and thrust his hips out, looking down at his diminutive erection. "It is pretty damn cute, isn't it? For picking up babes it's probably the next best thing to holding a kitten or a puppy."

Kori snorted. "Huh! Dream on, stud! And in any event, how many social situations are there where you can wander around with your dick sticking out? I mean, you can take a puppy or kitten to the park, but if you wander around wagging your teeny weenie you're probably going to get arrested, don't you think?"

Ron shrugged. "Maybe, but at least in my case it would be a misdemeanor, while for guys hung like Adam and Pops it would be a Class A felony."
That got a few laughs. I was amazed at how easily Ron took the jokes and jibes about his undersized endowment; my understanding is that some men – even those of average size or possibly more - are very sensitive about that, and take offense easily. Ronnie seemed to have no such qualms, and indeed even joined in, poking fun at himself. Of course, the kidding he took from anyone in our group was good-natured and done with affection, because Ron, for all of his gruffness, profanity, and faux-cynicism was a very easy guy to love. It no doubt also helped his ego that, despite his miniature apparatus, the girls couldn't seem to keep their hands off of him! Maybe the cuteness factor really was effective, as he'd said.

Gradually we all settled in around the fire; the breeze was on-shore, cool air off the lake blowing what little smoke our fire was making straight back against the rock wall behind the fire about fifteen or twenty feet, where it swirled and split, most of it spiraling upward in a mini-vortex while the remainder drifted along the wall and gradually dispersed. That left the other three sides of the fire for us to sit around in order to stay out of the smoke, but nobody seemed to want the lake at their back. As a result, we settled in on the two sides where we could breathe and see the water at the same time. I had Kristi at my side, my arm over her shoulders, and Pops settled in on her other side, lounging back on one elbow after he got a couple of cushions positioned to suit him.

Across from us Ronnie was bracketed by Tiff and Kori, with Trell sitting alongside K, upon whom he'd obviously developed a very serious crush. I could easily understand that, because I'd always had a bit of one for her myself. It's pretty easy to develop those feelings when someone is as sweet, sexy, smart, beautiful loving, and open as K is, despite the fact that she is so obviously devoted to her man. Still, in addition to being a very dear friend and confidante, she was sometimes the subject of some rather lascivious thoughts!

The mood of the evening remained very subdued, likely in part due to the amount of energy we had all expended in our various sexual forays, but also, I think, to the shared knowledge that our time together was quickly drawing to a close. Conversation was quiet and desultory, lacking much of the laughter and the jokes and teasing that had characterized our group up until now. Pops had leaned back on both elbows and was gazing up at the sky, where an awe-inspiring display of millions of stars seemed to captivate him.
Kristi and I just leaned on each other, enjoying the closeness, my arm around her shoulders and hers around my waist, the fingers of our other hands intertwined and resting on her thigh. We were both very relaxed, sharing that post-coital exhaustion and bliss – which, when I thought about it, was kind of strange given that we had each managed to get to that post-coital stage with somebody else. I resolved to stop thinking about it.

Across the fire, Ron sat with one arm around Tiff's shoulders and the other around his wife's, each of his hands conveniently falling to the closest full, lush breast, which he fondled happily. Given the smiles on their faces as they rested their heads on his shoulders, and the degree of erectness of their respective nipples, I'd have to conclude that they were fine with that arrangement! Of course, since each of them had a hand at his groin, Kori gently massaging his balls while Tiff slowly stroked his little mini-woody, he seemed very content with the situation as well.

Trell was behind Kori, leaning against her back and looking over her shoulder, watching the two women attend to Ronnie. Judging by the intent look on his face and the tent in the front of his shorts, he found the activities fairly interesting as well. Kori was talking to Ronnie in low tones, her lips close to his ear. Over the pop and crackle of the fire and the soft sound of the breeze I couldn't make out what she was saying, but her words did seem to be having a significant and powerful effect on Ron.

As Kristi, Trell and I looked on, and Pops star-gazed, Ronnie closed his eyes and bit his lower lip for a moment before opening his mouth to suck in a couple of shaky breaths, and then ejaculated magnificently, his first strong spurts actually shooting into the fire, where his semen hissed and steamed on the hot coals. Tiff continued to tease his cum out of him until he ran dry and was reduced to a twitching, gasping mass of over-stimulated flesh, begging her to "stop now... you can stop, god, ohhh, damn, please stop!"

She eventually relented, laughing, but when she started to bring her cum-coated fingers up to her mouth to lick clean, Kori grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand to Ron's lips instead, where he eagerly sucked them dry. I heard Kristi whisper a soft "Wow!" just before she disentangled her hand from mine and grabbed my crotch, finding me fairly hard, although not fully erect. Hey, I had just come twice a short time before! She couldn't expect miracles, despite the fact that the scene had apparently left her very much aroused. I whispered "You liked that, huh?"

She nodded, her head moving against my shoulder and her long hair sliding like softest silk on my chest. "Oh yeah, that was hot!"

"Wet pants?"

She giggled softly. "As you well know I don't have any pants on, and I was already wet, but now I'm really wet. And horny all over again, which seems to be a perpetual thing these days. I wonder what Kori said to him to make him pop his rocks?"

"I'll ask him later. You know Ronnie, he'll tell me."

"Mmm, yeah – and if not, Kori will tell me."

After that little episode we all settled in silently for awhile, partly due to exhaustion, but it was also a contemplative silence, I think, each of us lost in our thoughts. I can't say, of course, where the other's thoughts took them; my own were jumbled as they often seemed to be these days, thinking of me and Kristi, all of the new things I'd learned about Ron and Kori, my new friends that I would have to say goodbye to the following day, the peace, tranquility, and healing power of the lake, desert, and canyons that we'd so enjoyed the last few days, and probably a dozen other things.

One thing I was not thinking about was work, but at least one member of our group did have thoughts running in that direction, as evidenced when Trell reached over and tapped Ronnie on the shoulder. "So am I staying on the boat and then going home with you when you take it back to the other marina, or what are we doing?"

I was more than a little surprised to hear that, apparently, Trell going to work with Ron had become a fait accompli somewhere along the way; last I'd heard it was still in the discussion phase. Ron leaned forward to look at him around Kori. "Yeah, I suppose you might as well, if that's OK with your uncle. You don't have a lot of stuff at his place that you need to pick up, do you, because we are not planning to go back that way."

Trell shrugged. "Nah, not much, just a few clothes and ****. Maybe you can ship them for me, huh Uncle Reg...I mean, Pops?"

I cut in with a more sensible solution. "Unless you've got a lot of 'shit', as you call it, I've probably got room in the Jeep. Why don't I just pick it up on our way through and bring it back to Denver with me and Kristi?"

Trell smiled appreciatively. "That would be great, if you' don't mind." He turned back to Ron. "So tell me how this is going to work – what will I be doing at first, and how do we get started and all that stuff? When do I get paid?"

Ron laughed. "That's what I like to see, a man motivated to make some money!" He proceeded to lay out for Trell what his expectations were, and how this "apprenticeship" would work, being sure to note for the record that this was the first time he'd really tried to mentor anyone, and that they would be largely playing it by ear. "So we'll just have to see how it goes – but if you show a little initiative and are willing to work hard, I will promise that I'll do my best by you. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I do and that it will be a profitable venture for both of us, and that when you're rich and powerful you'll remember the little folks that you stepped on along the way!"

That brought a laugh, but I could see that Trell was pretty excited about the whole thing, which I took as a very good sign. His interest in work and making money piqued, he started to question the rest of us about how we each earned our living. Kori's response – "Marry well, and try to be everything your man wants" – brought a chuckle, as she'd intended. Trell didn't seem to think that was an option for him. He was very interested in Kristi's occupation, which pays on commission much like what he'd be doing, whereas my boring job (to him – I actually love it!) that came with a mere salary and bonus as compensation – albeit fairly generous – didn't seem to move him much. Of course, it also may have been that he was simply much more interested in Kristi than he was in me, which is completely understandable.

Tiff, it turned out, made a decent income from raising and selling horses and from the training classes in trick riding and barrel racing that she offered for kids, although she charged only a nominal sum for that. Her wages and tips from working at the café, and any prize money she won for her own riding prowess supplemented that income, and her ****** provided board and feed for her horses and a small cash stipend for her help around the ranch, particularly at calving and round-up time.

I remembered her saying that Pops also sponsored kids for her classes and helped support her in those activities, and he was the only one we had not heard from regarding his means of support, so I asked him about it. "So you must do pretty well with the café I guess, if you're able to engage in a bit of philanthropy in the community. I'm a little surprised that such a small town can generate that kind of business, to be honest with you."

He laughed. "You should be surprised! It doesn't, actually. No, the café is more of a hobby for me, something I've always wanted to do. I love to cook – and eat, obviously – and I wanted to do it in a little town where I could get to know people, where the people that came to eat at my place were friends rather than just customers." He shrugged, his hands held out palm-up as if to say 'no matter'. "It spins off enough to support itself and to pay the girls, but I really haven't taken a dime of salary off it since I opened the place."

Tiffany frowned, looking at him. "I didn't know that! You should stop giving so much money away if you can't even pay yourself for your work - for your own business, for Pete's sake!"

He smiled at her. "But babe, I'm happy. I'm doing just exactly what I've always wanted to do, and I love it." He looked around the group at each of us in turn, his teeth white against his dark skin and the reflection of the fire sparkling in his eyes. "Sometimes you just need to pursue your dreams and let the chips fall where they may – and speaking of chips, that's how I earned my money, the money I used to open the café, plus make a few investments here and there which have done pretty well. I gambled folks, and when I gamble I play to win. Because of that I'm blessed that I can do what I love, and money is not an issue."

Ron leaned forward, clearly interested. "When you say you gambled, what are we talking about; Vegas-style stuff, or gambling on investments?"

Pops laughed. "Is there really a difference?" He shook his head. "No, these days it's investments, but for me back then it was regular gambling. Vegas-style, I guess, to some extent; I played a fair amount of Blackjack and poker, none of the sucker games like slots and roulette though. Mostly sports. I bet on sports, through bookies, just about anything you could name; basketball, football, baseball, boxing, pro, college, it didn't matter."

A big sports fan myself, I had to ask. "Hockey?"

He laughed. "Son, do I look like a hockey fan? What's a fat old black man know about a bunch of skinny little white boys balancing on razor blades while that chase a chunk of rubber around – on ice, for crying out loud!? No, I only bet on sports that I understand and can study on – that's how you win. Like racing, for example – I made a lot of money on racing; horses, dogs..."

I did it again, half in jest. "NASCAR?"

He roared with laughter. "Boy, get over here and take a look at me and tell me what it is that you don't understand! Hockey and NASCAR - my big, fat black ass! What's wrong with you ***? No, no chasing each other around on the ice, and no driving in circles for four hours." He paused, thinking. "I did actually bet on cockfighting a few times."

I could almost see Kori's ears perk up. "Cock fighting? How exactly does that work?"

Ronnie turned and looked at his wife, a bemused but tolerant expression on his face. "Chickens, dear – roosters, actually. They fight each other in a pen or pit."

Kori looked puzzled for a second. "Oh. Oh! Well that's just not at all what I was envisioning!" She giggled. "I think my version would be much more entertaining - although you, my dearest love, would be at a serious disadvantage."

Tiffany joined us in laughing at Kori, but she frowned at Pops. "Your version would be less ****** too, Kori. The roosters often **** or maim each other." She turned her obvious disgust on Pops. "I can't believe you were a part of that! That's horrible!"

Pops nodded. "Yeah, it was. It's against the law too, but couple of friends took me. I was curious; turns out I didn't have the stomach for it either."

Trell tossed a small pebble which hit Pops directly on the aforementioned stomach. "With that big ol' thing I can't imagine who would have the stomach for it if you don't!"

With his perfect timing he managed to get a round of laughter from us for that one. Even Pops laughed, but then suddenly paused. "Wait a minute – what am I laughing about? You need to think twice about picking on people bigger than you, boy!" With remarkable speed and agility he lunged forward, catching Trell by the ankle before he could scramble away. At that point it was basically all over but the shouting – mostly from Trell – which continued unabated. With what seemed like relatively little effort, despite his bulk and Trell struggling mightily, Pops first pinned him to the ground, then got a good grip on him and in one amazingly powerful movement rose and lifted the younger man over his head! In three short steps he was at the edge of the small rock ledge, whereupon he hurled him out into the lake. Trell's hollering was cut off suddenly as he disappeared with an enormous splash, while Pops slapped his hands together as if knocking the dust off and turned to come back to the fire.

Trell came up sputtering and hurling insults at his uncle, but also laughing. I noticed that he was so caught up in the moment that he spared not a thought to the fact that he was treading water over what was at least a forty or fifty foot drop, judging just by how much anchor rope we had needed to let out when we'd arrived.
Pops reversed course and stood at the edge of the rocks, over the water, trading smack talk with Trell. We all watched them, enjoying the exchange because it was clearly being done with humor and affection, something that neither had seemed capable of just a few days before. To the extent that this trip had helped me and Kristi to patch things up, it may have done at least as much to help the two of them reach an understanding. You couldn't help but appreciate that!

When Trell finally swam forward to the base of the small drop-off, Pops reached down, extending a hand to him to help him climb out. Trell grasped the proffered hand, but rather than use the boost to climb from the water he reared back, pushed off the rocks and yanked hard, trying to pull Pops into the lake! Now, I do know a little bit about the laws of physics, given my background, and it was very apparent that Trell had about as much chance of hurling Pops into the water against his will as he would have had of altering the rotation of the earth by tying a rope around a tree and pulling, but Pops played along, "losing his balance" very convincingly and somersaulting over Trell into the lake, entering ass-first with a mighty splash!

He came up laughing and sputtering, hurling good-natured invective at Trell. For his part, it was apparent that Trell wanted to quit while he was ahead and was trying to scramble up the rock and out of the water – and out of reach - before his uncle could catch him. Again he underestimated the quickness of the bigger man, who took two or three quick strokes forward and grabbed him before he could escape, and promptly gave him a thorough dunking. They wrestled and fought playfully in the water for a few moments, Pops carefully moderating his clearly superior size and strength to occasionally give Trell the advantage, until both were breathing heavily from the exertion and ready to call it a draw.

They swam over to where the rock dropped off to a gentler beach-like gradient and were able to simply walk back ashore. Pops put his arm over Trell's shoulders and pulled him close for a moment before they turned toward us, their clothes dripping as they came over to the fire, where we all waited. Pops clapped Trell on the back, a spine-snapping gesture of affection. "That was fun – but now, if you'll all excuse me, I think this old man is going to go get out of these wet clothes and call it a night." Nearing us, he reached down and squeezed the back of my neck, another apparent gesture of affection that was as close as he was going to come to hugging me. He finished it off with a slap on the shoulder before pulling Kristi to her feet and wrapping her up in his arms in a far less inhibited display! She returned the hug, and they exchanged a long kiss, during which I could see that she was beginning to do that thing where she seems to melt and mold her body to the object of her desire – in this case Pops - as her erotic temperature rises. Much more and he was going to need a scraper to peel her off of him!

When he broke their embrace it did appear as though he was pulling her loose, like Velcro without the sound effects, and when she again sank down next to me it was with a sigh and a small shudder. As he stepped across to where Ron and Kori sat, she leaned close to my ear and, somewhat breathlessly, said "We need to go to bed soon!"

Surprised at her near-instantaneous and very obvious arousal, I gave a startled laugh and looked at her, smiling and shaking my head. I don't suppose it makes a lot of sense to be jealous when another man triggers her arousal if I'm going to end up being the net beneficiary of her desire, but still it involves a little bit of confusion and rationalization that I'd just as soon not have to expend my energies on. I think maybe 'paradigm shift' most accurately reflects what I was struggling with, and no matter how much I try, I don't think this new reality will ever come naturally. I do think, however, that maybe I will be able to deal with it.

Pops did much the same with Ronnie and Kori, slapping Ron on the back before pulling Kori up into his arms for a big hug and kiss. Kori, never one to miss an opportunity, reached down and gave him a quick squeeze through his shorts, startling him for a moment but also getting a hearty laugh. He looked down at Ron. "Is she always like this?"

Ronnie nodded. "Always – it almost killed her trying to keep her hands off Adam all this time, but now that the barrier has been broken she'll be grabbing his crotch every chance she gets." He shrugged. "Some people collect coins or stamps, some watch birds, my sweet and darling little wife grabs cocks. What can I say? It's a hobby I guess, and she enjoys it, and she rarely gets any objections. No harm, no foul, right, and sometimes it leads to something fun."

Pops chuckled again. "Yeah, right up until some jealous wife or girlfriend punches her in the nose! Still, gorgeous, you can grab my dick any time you want. I got no girlfriend to take umbrage. How about you Kristi, does it bother you if she fondles your guy? "

Kristi, shrugged, laughing. "No, why would it? He's a very fondleable kind of guy!"

I pushed her shoulder. "Hey! Thanks a lot! Good to know that I don't get a vote in the matter, that you all are just going to turn me into a sex object, objectify me and treat me like a piece of meat..."

Ron looked at me. "You saying you'd rather they didn't?"

"No! I said it was good to know that, didn't I? Sheesh! What guy in his right mind would object to that?"

That received the laugh it was intended to, and Pops turned toward the boat, moving away.
"Well folks, thanks again. It's been a fun evening and a fun trip. I hope if or when you plan to do it again you'll give me a call – and let me pitch in a little more on the planning and expense so I don't feel like I'm taking advantage of you. For now though, this old man is going to drag his big black ass to bed and see if I can rest and recuperate from all the strain these horny young ladies have put on my system! I'm getting a little old to be a sex god at this stage." He paused, looking back at us. "What's that song say...'I'm not as good as I once was, but I'm as good once as I ever was' – that's me in a nutshell!"

He got some laughs – and a few dissenting opinions from those horny young ladies he'd mentioned – and after stepping across onto the deck of the boat he paused, turning back to us. "Goodnight all – and to give you a reason to get up in the morning, I'm making breakfast. Blueberry pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage, biscuits and gravy – you know, health food, the kind of stuff that'll put the lead in your pencil! See y'all then."

He disappeared into the main lounge/galley, and as he did, Trell stood up and stretched. "Think I'm gonna turn in too, I'm pretty tired. He smiled at all of us, the wattage turned up when looking at the girls. "Like Uncle Reggie said, you ladies can flat wear a guy out!"

Tiff looked up at him. "Does that mean you don't want me to join you? I sort of hoped we might..."

Trell recovered quickly. "No, it sure don't mean that! By all means, I think we can work something out - you just have to promise to be gentle with me, OK?"

Tiff stood and dusted herself off before grabbing his hand. "Gentle? Mmmm, maybe. We'll see how it goes..."

As she began to lead him away, he said "My friends are never going to believe me when I tell them I got it on with a genuine cowgirl!"

Tiff looked back at him. "They will when you show them the marks from my spurs."

He stopped dead in his tracks and looked back at us in feigned horror, his eyes widening comically before Tiffany laughed and pulled him along. "Come on you big coward! It's just my old ones; they're not really all that sharp."

I think at that point he was no longer one hundred percent sure she was kidding – she was, of course – but he went along with her anyhow, the lure of a beautiful, horny female and thoughts of what her mouth and body could do to him far too strong to be dampened by fear of a little pain. Hell, men have for thousands of years risked being killed by jealous husbands or boyfriends just to get a little pussy; the potential for a few little cuts and gouges was not about to stop him!

With them gone it left just the four of us – Kori, Kristi, Ronnie and me – sitting near the fire. It occurred to me that perhaps they had planned it that way, that they had worked it out to give us a chance to be together as just the original group of four close friends that belonged together. Of course, even the four of us were together only because Ron and Kori had pulled off their surprise of bringing Kristi into it, a gift for which I would be forever indebted to them. It had given us a chance to get to know each other more deeply, to lay out our deepest secrets, fears, and desires and to try to begin to cope with them. Had we spent this additional time apart I fear that it might very likely have been the death knell for our relationship.

Whatever, it was now just us, the woman I loved and the couple I loved like family, people with whom there was no need to hide things, and it was more than nice. We were good together, relaxed, caring, trusting each other and wanting only the best for all. How many times in your life can you honestly say you've found yourself in that situation?

Stormy,
Another beautiful well crafted piece. The pain you have in creating it is so well disguised. These characters now have such an ease with each other, it's as if they were talking and you just copied it down. So difficult to get that right, but you do. I'm really going to miss them after the wedding. Oops ...

Stormy,


great segments - great writing. Thank you for making the effort given the limited time you seem to have these days.

peak and timmy, thanks. I've just noticed on GH's most recent post and my own that the site administration has apparently decided to censor speech by eliminating a number of very commonly used words from our posts. I'm not sure how to write without using words, so it would appear that my days as an author are done.


What makes it especially galling is the fact that they are not only censoring current posts, but have gone back and censored the stories we have labored over for years, inserting rows of asterisks to replace random words; with a little advance notice I'm sure we would have both saved them the trouble of doing that, and of attracting thousands of readers and hundreds of thousands of hits to their site, and just not posted here to begin with.

I've very much enjoyed communicating with both of you - and a few other "regulars", as well as having a chance to trade thoughts with a number of others that dropped by from time to time, but my mind cannot limit my vocabulary when I'm writing. Hell, sometimes my mind randomly limits my vocabulary already as I sit and struggle to come up with the word I want; how am I supposed to work around that AND their restrictions? Accordingly, rather than see my words show up as a string of asterisks, I guess I'm done. Too bad, I will miss it, but I guess all good things must come to an end.

For those of you that paid good money to join this site, did you know that they were going to start cracking down on free speech? Yeah, me neither.