What the River Brought
What the River Brought
Perhaps you might enjoy this little summertime tale of
lust along a river, in sweet August, that most beneficent
of months, with heat of the afternoon heavy, the breeze
just cool enough, and the very sunlight taking on a faint
green tint, filtering down through the foliage...
I sat, on this afternoon, on the deck of my cabin, a place
of wondrous solitude, on the banks of the Chippewa, in the
northwestern part of our state. I was naked, as is my wont,
still rather lost in the sensual wonders I'd experienced
for the previous two days...days spent with a married acquaintance
of mine, a woman whose lust and curiosity knew no bounds…though,
as bondage was a great measure of her curiosity, she did
indeed spend a considerable amount of time bound. Her enthusiasm
was wondrous, and memories of her ample ass hanging over
the deck rail, legs wide and open for me, filled my head.
How we had fucked! The thoughts took me, left me slowly stroking
an admirable hard-on in honor of her, when I heard, upstream,
the unmistakable sounds of a canoe coming down-river...piloted
by, from the sounds of things, a man and a woman drinking
away the afternoon. Generally I view such passersby as
an annoyance, an intrusion, but my mood was mellow, buoyed
by my swollen cock and the potential nearness of an orgasm,
so I simply stroked myself and listened to their progress,
waiting for them to come into view through the trees...
It was indeed a man and a woman, well into their cups, that
came into sight; mid-thirties they appeared, both in bathing
suits, she in a black one-piece, he in a little Speedo-type
number. I was nearly invisible, there on my deck, but even
so, I was surprised when the woman rather loudly said that
she had too pee, and they put their boat onto my little landing,
oblivious to both my presence and the existence of a cabin
just up the rise from the river. With little ado, she stepped
ashore, walked up a few paces and pulled down her suit, squatting
in the grass to relieve herself. Now this is something I
find quite erotic--uninhibited urination, unwittingly
witnessed. And it was indeed a nice little show. She wasn't
bad looking at all, full-breasted, with a nice thatch of
dark brown hair between her legs, her cunt open as she peed,
plain for me. Normally, I might just have sat there and watched,
but something suggested to me a show of my own, a little appreciation,
if you will...so I stood and made myself visible, hand still
firmly around my cock, stroking as I watched her pee...
She simply carried on, letting flow a prodigious amount,
oblivious to me...at least until she looked up and saw her
husband, as he turned out to be, staring ashore, watching
me. Then she followed his gaze and saw me herself, standing
on my deck, masturbating... Without the least bit of inhibition--on
anyone's part--she stood from her squat and said hello,
suit still about her ankles and her words just slightly
slurred. She remarked upon the uniqueness of my setting,
and I asked her--them--if they'd care to see the place...Which
they said they'd love to do, and up she came, her suit
pulled up high enough just to allow her to walk...
Such an air of arousal...A chance meeting, the baring of
bodies, the sensual, heavy air...the two walked up to the
deck and introduced themselves as Kimberly and John, from
the southern part of the state, enjoying a ride down the
river...not an eyelash was batted at our nakedness, or
near nakedness; it seemed rather, to be a perfectly natural
state, given the circumstances. We chatted, making small
talk, eyeing each other--she made no move to cover herself,
nor did I, further, my erection showed no signs of diminishing,
and the two of them both seemed to appreciate that fact.
John would look--surreptitiously at first--at my swollen
cock, and his own began to grow, pushing against the slight
fabric of his suit. The air was filled with erotic tension,
and Kimberly, in an effort to further it and relieve it as
well, remarked that she felt rather over-dressed, and
stood again, letting her suit fall to the deck. John looked
at me, and I just smiled, allowing him the permission he
sought, and he sat again, his own cock free and proud, standing
out...
What an air of arousal, standing naked, obviously excited,
in the presence of these two strangers, who are every bit
as effected as I am by the chance-ness of this encounter.
Perhaps it was simply the feeling of continuation, of the
weekend's erotic exploration carried over, and this
was a seemingly logical, though totally unexpected, next
sensual step. The woman, Kimberly, let her bathing suit
drop to the deck, standing before me completely nude, and
totally without inhibition, staring into my eyes as my
own traveled her body in admiration and obvious lust. Now
it seems rather odd to have been standing naked in the presence
of another man, with my cock so urgently hard, but the air,
as it was, so full of open and potent sensuality, made it
seem thoroughly natural, that he should see my hard-on,
and appreciate it, every bit as much as did his wife.
I glanced over at him, taking my eyes from the full breasts
of his wife, the excitement swelling and glistening between
her thighs. "You are a fortunate man, John, "
I said to him, "Kimberly is a goddess..."
"Would you like her?" he asked me, "Because,
if you do, she is yours...in any way you'd like."
I just smiled at him, then reached out to he, to pull her close,
letting her feel my hardness against her smooth, naked
belly. I kissed her, and she let loose a little moan, as I
let my hands roam over her back, cupping her buttocks.
"Ah Kimberly, turn around, love, and lean over the
rail. Look at that river. See the sunlight dance upon the
current..." And as she did so, I placed my hand between
her legs, pulling apart her lovely ass-cheeks, touching
her tightness, then sliding my finger forward, over her
swollen lips and inside. Her bottom pushed out to accommodate
me, as she arched her back, moaning... I stroked her and
fingered her, delighting in her wetness, the grip of her
cunt lips about my fingers, her avid enjoyment. My cock
brushed her buttocks and I noticed how eagerly her husband's
gaze followed the path of my tool. He stood closer, nearly
brushing my thigh with his own erection--a thoroughly
respectable hard-on, though not quite thick or as long
as my stout eight inches ( a point of pride, I might add, and
thoroughly in keeping with my well nurtured inner jack-ass.)
To give him a little thrill, I turned rather unexpectedly
and our cocks brushed and held for a moment, sending a visible
shiver through his body.
"Johnny, my friend, " I said to him, "shall
we bring your lovely wife upstairs? I imagine I have some
things in the loft that you'll both enjoy..."
He nodded his assent and the three of us, Kimberly, myself
and finally John, climbed the steep ship's ladder
up into the sleeping loft. I took the opportunity offered
by the close proximity of my face to her climbing buttocks
to bury myself between them, holding her thighs at the top
of the ladder and teasing her tight anus with my tongue briefly,
before allowing her to step into the loft itself. Frankly,
I was rather expecting John to do the same, but he seemed
rather deferential to me, taking what little pleasures
I might offer him, and only just those.
When the three of us were standing closely together in the
loft, I was most pleased by the expressions of almost awed
appreciation on the faces of these two. The loft was as it
had been left upon my married friend's departure:
stout braided nylon cord still threaded through a pair
of pulleys, set in eyebolts strategically placed in the
beams of the ceiling above the bed. Thick black leather
cuffs, wrists and ankles, lay upon the quilt, and an array
of dildos, vibrators and butt-plugs rested on a folded
towel at the foot of the low bed.
"The trappings of a rather naughty adventure, "
I commented, rather brazenly sizing up Kimberly, sidling
up behind her and letting my urgent cock align with the cleft
between her cheeks.
"Have a seat on the bed, love, " I instructed
her, "and hold out your wrists..."
Kimberly turned to face me, conflicting shadows of trepidation,
and the utmost arousal , playing across her face. She lowered
herself to sit on the bed and held her wrists out to me, her
knees widespread, leaving her intimate places open and
vulnerable. I took the thick black leather cuffs and began
to buckle them about her wrists, while her husband, following
my lead, took the wider pair and fastened those about her
ankles snuggly. I took two double-ended, spring-loaded
clips and attached them to the rings on her wrist cuffs,
and in turn, clipped these onto a steel ring that effectively
restrained any lateral movement. John looked at me, appreciatively
and expectantly, as I took a long wooden rod, finished a
dark golden brown and equipped with small eye bolts at either
end, and clipped the rings of the ankle cuffs into these,
holding her legs spread even further. Kimberly's
breath was coming a little quicker with each retraining
movement, and a delightful play of uncertainty entered
her eye. Moisture gathered and glistened upon her labia.
I brought down the cords running through the ceiling pulleys
and snapped these into Kimberly's wrist and ankle
restraints; then, scooting her gently back onto the bed,
pulled her legs and arms up, back and together. This left
her absolutely immobile, her arms stretched--not past
the point of comfort--to meet the bar holding her legs wide.
She was perfectly open, vulnerable to use in every imaginable
manner.
John was now every bit as visibly excited as his wife, seeing
her spread and helpless before me, a stranger. His hand
kept moving to his erection, slowly stroking himself as
his eyes went from his wife to me. I lowered myself to the
floor, kneeling between the open-ness of Kimberly's
hoisted legs, and allowed myself the luxury of a long moment
of intimate contemplation--the sheen of her arousal upon
her parted lips, the smooth straining flesh of her thighs,
the delicate pucker of her anus, pulling and struggling,
it seemed, in a vain effort at remaining shut. She looked
magnificent, a wondrous picture of submission, a beauty
offering herself to us, to me. John's breath, too,
was coming harder, as he watched me, following my lead.
"Let us enjoy your wife, John, " I said to him,
"in any manner we choose, " and his was mute
acquiescence to my suggestion. I began to kiss Kimberly's
thighs, trailing my fingers over the inner planes of her
buttocks, brushing cunt and asshole while my lips and tongue
worked ever closer to these intimate delights. She shivered
beneath my touch, vainly trying to arch up into me, and I
was tempted to slap her cheeks once or twice to settle her,
but her struggles seemed to move John, who swung his leg
over her face, so that his scrotum and anus were held just
above her mouth--her whole range of vision was absorbed
by her husband's hanging balls, and her tongue and
lips began to lick at the frenziedly. For my part, I took
her clitoris between my lips and alternately began to suck
on it, then swirl my tongue in tight circles around that
sweet, moist bud.
And so we continued for long moments, sucking and licking
at each other. Kimberly took John's balls full into
her mouth, moaning and whimpering as she sucked at them.
I felt that John must have a streak of the masochist to him,
as her ministrations certainly would have caused me pain,
but he simply moaned and rocked back onto her, holding his
small, firm--decidedly eager--buttocks up in the air,
his trim little hard-on bobbing above her breasts. Kimberly
had gotten so beautifully wet from my tongue fucking that
I couldn't help but put my cock into her, sliding in
and filling her, my thighs slapping against her up-pulled
buttocks. The heavy air in the loft slowly filled with the
sounds of our little orgy, wet, sweet, hot sounds, moans
and whimpers, flesh upon flesh. I slid out of Kimberly's
cunt and aligned the head of my aching cock with her tight,
hungry little asshole, feeling the greatest need to fuck
her there, feel that ultimate tightness gripping my shaft...and
so I entered, easily and slow, bit, by bit, until the fullness
of my thick, hard cock was deep writhing her most intimate
of orifices. When John realized where I was fucking her,
he leaned forward, his chin nearly laying upon her labia,
watching my slick cock slip in and out of his wife's
ass. Seeing him there, his own ass cheeks spread wide while
his wife sucked his balls so hard, put into my mind the notion,
the curiosity of what it would be like to fuck him, to ride
behind his little butt and fill him as I was filling his wife.
I suppose I was simply intrigued in a powerful and compelling
way by the dominance that I exerted over these two--Kimberly
so willing restrained and offering her body to me, and John's
more implicit submission. Given the debaucheries of the
days previous and their sensual impact upon me, I suppose
I was more than open-minded upon the subject...but his
wife's ass was good enough for me. She strove to drive
her buttocks back onto my thrusting cock, to pull her legs
forward to allow me to bury myself deeper and deeper...but
I had another image in my mind, a twist upon things that caused
me to slowly extract my throbbing length from Kim's
anus, and bring my cock forward. I climbed onto the bed and
John swung off of his wife's face to kneel across from
me. Kimberly just watched the two of us, or cocks standing
inches from each others.
"I want you to clean your wife off of me, John, "
I said to him, and he leaned greedily forward, his mouth
open, "and I want you to know, my friend, that no other
man has ever had his mouth on my cock." As I said this,
he shivered and fell to licking his wife's juices from
my shaft, tonguing my balls, taking the swollen velvet
head of my cock between his lips and licking me clean. I must
say, I quite enjoyed the sensation, the roughness of his
whiskers against my prick, his head held down as I humped
into his mouth...and his wife shrieked her pleasure at
seeing this occur inches above her face. We took our cocks
and put them into her mouth together, letting her savor
the feeling of our maleness filling he her. I could see that
John enjoyed the feeling of our flesh rubbing together
immensely, our mutual hardness on hardness brought him
to what I was sure was the point of orgasm. I pushed him back
away from her and grabbed his slim cock in my hand, bringing
his mouth down upon me once again. The tip of his dick to his
wife's cheek, I held him tightly, roughly stroking
him while I fucked his mouth above her. Kimberly began to
shiver and moan, climax taking hold of her, as John held
his breath, then shouted, spattering his hot cum over her
face and shoulder. The poor woman moaned uncontrollably,
feeling his heat upon her. John felt as if he might collapse,
so I held his head, sliding in and out of his mouth, harder
and harder, so close to cumming myself, ready to explode
into another man's mouth...and finally, I did, wracked
with spasm after spasm of intense, pleasurable pain, my
cum filled his mouth and it too dripped out onto Kimberly's
face. When these shooting, throbbing explosions were
passed, I let him slide down, exhausted, onto his wife,
to lay across her breasts, spent, while I slid off the bed,
again to contemplate her behind, and smoke a cigar.
After that brief period of recovery, as the shadows grew
and the wind seemed to have stilled, John and I released
Kimberly, and the three of his climbed back downstairs,
silently. Something exceedingly powerful had occurred
between us, and we couldn't speak of it aloud. On the
deck I hugged them both, cum-covered Kimberly, and her
spent husband, then walked them halfway down the path to
the river. I put my arms around them once last time, and let
each of my hands drop to their bottoms, seeking, and finding
their respective assholes, and sliding in a finger for
remembrance, before sending them off, swimsuits trailing
in their hands, back to the river, silent, sated and naked.
And I, I climbed back to my chair in the green-filtered light,
and rested...
|
|
