0 comments/ 55615 views/ 1 favorites The River By: Hidden Friend It happened in the summer just after my eighteenth birthday, an only child we lived in the country. About a mile from our house their was a deep pool in the river, it was here that I had learnt to swim, I spent many happy days playing in the water with my friends and family. It was the summer before I was due to go away to university, it was a hot summer day and I had been for a walk onto the moors that reared behind our house. Walking home a reached the river, the sun glistening on the cool flowing water, I couldn't resist undressing and diving in. The water felt good as it washed away the sweat and dust from my body. There is something liberating about swimming naked, the feel of the water as it washes over your body. Climbing from the pool I lay down on the grassy bank to dry, the hot sun and gentle breeze relaxing and arousing me. I slid my hands down my body to my pulsing erection, one hand wrapped around my hard cock, while the other gently squeezed and massaged my cum filled balls. Lifting one hand to my mouth I spat into it and as the other hand pulled back the foreskin of my cock I gently and slowly rubbed the purple head with my saliva. As my arousal increased I continued to gently rub my hand over my cock-head smearing it with a mixture of precum and spit. My arousal increased even more as I continued to masturbate, while once more massaging my balls. My eye's closed in pleasure; my mind filled with images of naked, beautiful women as I continued to masturbate. I opened my eyes in shock as another hand joined my own, I saw a woman sitting beside me. She was wearing a light summer dress; the sun glistened on her long blonde hair, while she watched me through deep blue eyes. I tried to cover myself, but her hand was now wrapped around my cock, my words of embarrassment were stopped by her mouth closing over mine, her tongue pushing between my lips. I watched mesmerised as she moved her head lower, her tongue came out to lick my purple cock-head. I moaned in pleasure as she allowed the swollen head to slip between her lips, her tongue flicking over it as she licked my precum. I was already close to cumming and the embrace of her mouth made my cock jerk as my cum started to rise. "O fuck I'm cumming," I cried " o fuck yessssssss" Her mouth sank lower, my cock-head pushing against her throat as my cum shot forth in jet after jet to be swallowed by the strange woman. She continued to suck my cock as I pumped my hot jism into her mouth, as my orgasm subsided she kept my cock in her mouth, licking and sucking it while her hand played with my balls. Releasing my still erect penis she smiled at me, raising her dress she revealed her naked pussy to my eyes and as I watched she straddled my hips and guided my erection to her waiting pussy. I moaned in pleasure as my cock sank into the hot, wet embrace of her cunt. Reaching up I undid the fastening of her dress freeing her breasts to my hot gaze. As she slowly swivelled her hips she lent forward, offering her breasts to my waiting mouth. I licked and sucked her hanging globes, the nipples swelling to hard bullets in my mouth. For the first time I heard her speak, her voice rich and smooth, "Ooo yes that's it suck my breast, sink your beautiful cock into me" I continued to suck her nipples as she moved upon my cock; her movements became more agitated until with a cry of pleasure my cock was bathed in her hot juices as she orgasmed, her cries and moans filling the clearing. My own orgasm was fast approaching, grabbing her hips I started to lift my hips to meet each of her downward plunges. Harder and faster we moved until with a cry I felt my cock jerk as my sperm shot forth into her womb. As my jism shot deep into her she orgasmed as well and we held each other close our lips and tongues entwined as we came together. We lay locked together as our orgasms subside, without saying a word the strange woman climbed off me, my softening cock sliding from her pussy in a flood of cum, we kissed our bodies pressed together. I turned over until I lay above her; slowly I kissed my way down her body. I lapped at her full firm breasts before sliding lower over her stomach; I kissed her navel, watching her stomach muscles shiver. I moved lower, pausing to gaze at her swollen pussy lips coated in cum. Her hands pushed me towards it; nervously I licked her cum coated pussy lips tasting our combined juices. Rather than revolting me the taste turned me on, my lips closed over her cunt, sucking the juices from her pussy as my hands rubbed over her clitoris. Her muffled moans filled my ears as her thighs wrapped around my head holding me tight against her pussy. Her hips jerked against my probing tongue as with a cry of pleasure she orgasmed, filling my mouth with her nectar. As her legs relaxed I kissed my way up her body, as our mouths met I pushed my cock into her dripping pussy. We moaned together as my cock sank deep into her, our mouths locked as our bodies entwined. Her legs locked around my back as she pulled me deep into her. We moved together our hips meeting as I ploughed into her, she cried in pleasure as my cock sank deep into her womb. I kissed and licked her face as my cock reamed deeply into her fuck-tube; her moans filled my ears as our bodies moved together. Faster and faster we moved, deeper and deeper I pushed my cock until with loud cries of pleasure we came together our cries echoing across the river. We lay together in each others arms as we recovered from our orgasms, finally we rolled apart, she stood, straightening her dress and she kissed me before walking away. I returned to the river each day of my summer holiday, but I never saw the woman again, who she was or where she was from I never found out. Lying awake at night I still think of her and that day by the river. The end The River I was in my first year of Art School and kinda dating this guy Alan. By kinda I mean were seeing one another, but it seemed like he was more into being with his buddies than going out with me. He'd pop over after a night of partying and then leave early the next morning, it just wasn't clicking real well for me. One Saturday morning in May, Alan and his two roommates showed up around 10 in the morning to pick up a cooler and a grill that he had left at my house a few days before. A bunch of people were going to a concert later that night and they were planning on partying down by the river for the afternoon before heading to the show. They were all going to see the Grateful Dead, I had hoped Alan would've invited me, I love the dead, and I had made it clear I really wanted to go. Well no invitation was forthcoming, so it looked like I was going to just stay home. While Alan was looking for the cooler, one of his roommates, Steve asked what I was doing for the afternoon. I told him I didn't have any plans, probably just paint for a while. He looked over at Alan and asked why I couldn't come and party with them down at the river for the afternoon. They'd all be leaving around 3 for the show, but it would still be better than hanging around here on such a beautiful day. "Yeah if she wants," Alan replied "I don't care." He wasn't' keen on me spending too much time with his roommates, they were wicked flirts and always made me laugh. I thought about it while they were digging the cooler out of my closet and figured why not, it'd be fun. I really liked both roommates and so what if Alan didn't like it, I was done with him anyway. I asked them to give me a moment while I changed into a bikini and a sundress. It was early and already hot, I didn't want to be hot and sweaty all day, so I picked a nice light loose dress to wear. When I came back out, I could tell that Alan wasn't too pleased that I was going to join them for the afternoon. That's just the way he was... he liked hanging with the guys and having me wait back at the apartment for him when he was done partying. I figured to hell with him, I was going to have some fun whether he liked it or not. I made it a point to thank Steve and Brian for inviting me. Alan got in his car with Brian and I followed in my jeep, Steve rode with me. As we were driving to the river, he asked why I wasn't going to the concert with them. I told him I hadn't been invited. He just shook his head and wondered aloud what was wrong with Alan. I wondered what was wrong with me! It took about 20 minutes to get to this small dirt road; we followed that for about a mile to a small field. We parked there, packed up our stuff and followed a path through the woods for probably another half a mile to a larger field on the edge of a beautiful river. It was a really pretty place and the water was really clean and cold. It was a great swimming hole on a hot day and it was really private, no one ever came here. It was really the perfect place for a party. By the time we got there, the party was going in full swing. There were about 15 people. A Grateful Dead tape was playing and the beer was flowing. I was having a lot of fun talking to people and in general partying when I heard someone jump into the river for a swim. I had been waiting for someone else to jump in first. I was roasting, but didn't want to be the first person in a bathing suit. I walked back to my blanket, pulled my dress over my head, ran riverbank and dove into the river. It was cold, cold, cold, but also refreshing and it wasn't long before most everyone was in the river swimming around and having fun. After maybe an hour or so I was pretty chilled and so climbed out to warm up. I decided to change out of the wet bathing suit, I walked off a little ways into the woods and changed into my sundress again, only without the bathing suit on underneath. I didn't want to wear a soggy bikini all afternoon. I had to be careful though; the dress had large arm scoops and just thin spaghetti straps. If I leaned over or lifted my arms, I'd be putting on quite the show. But I also felt wicked and really sexy wearing only the dress and nothing else, I couldn't resist it. I hung the wet bathing suit in a tree planning to come back for it when it dried. As I was walking back to the party, I saw some money passing hands between Steve, Brian and this other guy. I joked about a drug deal going down as I walked by and Steve just laughed. Once they finished what they were doing, Steve came over and told me that this guy really wanted to see the Dead and gave him and Brian a hundred bucks apiece for their tickets. That doesn't sound like much now, especially since Jerry died, but back then when it seemed like the Dead would tour forever, it seemed like a fortune. I laughed and congratulated them on the deal, but asked about the concert, I thought they really wanted to go. Steve said that they'd already seen the Dead a couple of times and would get another chance. They could really use the extra cash. We continued to party during the afternoon and around 2:30, everyone started packing up to go. Steve went over and grabbed a case of beer and one of the coolers. Since it was just the 3 of us not going, Steve wanted to know if I wanted to stay and party for a while and maybe give them a ride home later. It sounded ok to me, it was a lot better than what I had planned, but the fact that I was staying really pissed off Alan. He didn't want me partying with his roommates, but didn't have the balls to say so in front of them. In particular he didn't like that I would be with them while he was off partying at the concert. But hey, I was pissed as well and I told him that he probably should've considered inviting me to go to the concert with the rest of them when he had the chance. I told him he could drop off his roommates if he wanted to. But if they wanted to stay, then I would too and give them a ride home later. His face got really, really red, he was really pissed, more so than I had ever seen him. He told me that I was just a dumb bitch and that if I wanted to stay and spend the rest of the day fucking these guys like the slut I was, then go at it and he stormed off. What a friggin idiot I thought, it was his own goddamn fault whatever happened. I think Steve and Brian knew he was upset but they didn't say anything. When everyone was gone, Steve asked if I could give him a ride to the package store to pick up some tequila and margarita mix, my favorite drink. We went on our mission and when we got back, we mixed up a big batch of margaritas. I sat back to enjoy the drinks and what remained of a beautiful day. In no time at all we had knocked off 2 big bottles of the stuff and I had quite the buzz going on top of the beers I had earlier. I felt great. We were just sitting in the grass talking and listening to the music when I realized Brian had moved and that the way he was positioned; he could see right up my dress. I was leaning back on my elbows with my knees up in front of me, I hadn't paid attention, but the sun had moved so it was behind him and was spotlighting me so that he could look up my dress and I knew he could see every detail of my pussy. I don't think he knew that I had seen him looking and I decided not to say anything. It kinda made me hot to have him peeping me like that. I got up a couple of minutes later and went over to the cooler to get another beer. As I was bent over I looked up to see if they wanted another beer as well and both guys were looking right down my dress. I laughed and said, "Hey! Are you guys looking down my dress"? They both laughed and Steve said "Damn, busted." I brought them their beers and sat back down. I sat with my arms wrapped around my knees facing them. My dress ended just below my knees so I knew that I was giving them a great show, but I acted as if I didn't know it. I could see the guys were having a hard time keeping their eyes away from what I was showing and that they were getting excited. I was as well, they must've seen my wet lips start to open up as the blood rushed into my pussy. When Steve finished his beer, he got up and said that he was going to go swimming to cool down. Brian laughed and said "Yeah me too, it's too damn hot sitting here like this. When he stood up he said "hey no one's around we all should just go skinny dipping." I just laughed it off, but Steve said, "now that's a great idea" and without another word, he slipped his shorts off, revealing a tight body sporting nice semi stiff dick. He walked down to the banking and dove into the river. Brian stood up slid his shorts off as well and looked down at me holding out his hand to pull me up. "Come on Jenn, let's go, you'll love it!" I don't know, I hesitated, checking out his body as I looked up at shielding my eyes from the sun. Oh come on Jenn, he coaxed pulling me up. We've already seen what you look like and you're goddamn gorgeous. He reached for the hem of my dress teasingly starting to lift it slowly while looking at me. Oh I don't know if I should, I said again. Trust me, you'll love it and he pulled my sundress up and over my head. As I felt the dress go up and over my head, I raised my arms allowing him to lift it off. I stood there naked in the full sunlight while they both ate me up with their eyes. Brain whispered, "my god Jenn you're more than goddamned gorgeous, you're fucking gorgeous." I smiled at him, then turned and ran to dive into the water. The water was refreshingly cool and it seemed to take the alcohol dullness out of my brain. I was still high as hell, just not feeling quite so stupid. I swam with the guys for maybe 15 or 20 minutes. When I started to get cold, I climbed out of the water and went to lie on the blanket. The sun was still hot and it felt delicious lying out in it naked. The guys got out a couple of minutes later. Steve went to the cooler mixed up the last batch of margaritas. I rolled over onto my belly, so I could enjoy my drink and chat with them. This was so erotic lying here naked with my boyfriend's roommates. I couldn't believe it and my hands were shaking a little. I wondered what Alan would think if he were walk up on us! In a way, I almost wanted him to. Brian looked at my bum and said "Jenn, You're starting to burn, where's your suntan lotion?" I pointed to my bag and he went over to get it. When he returned, he squirted some lotion onto his hands and started to slowly rub it on my back. Steve didn't want to be left out and sat up, grabbed the lotion and he started to rub it onto the backs of my legs. The guys were really into it, giving me a long, slow, sensuous massage and I was melting inside from the attention! It felt fantastic when both of them were rubbing lotion on each cheek of my bum. When they finished with my backside, Brian told me it was time to roll over so they could do the other side. I laughed nervously but rolled onto my back. I noticed both guys were hard as rocks. I closed my eyes to enjoy the feel of the guy's hands. They started on my arms each one to a side and they worked the lotion into my shoulders and down my sides to my belly. Then they moved back up started to rub the lotion into my soft breasts. My nipples were hard and puffy. Brian started rolling one of my nipples between his fingers while squeezing the breast with his other hand. Steve was holding my other breast in both hands and kneading it like a loaf of bread. The oil made it feel exquisite and my breathing was getting heavy, I knew I was out of control. They could do whatever they wanted and I wouldn't stop them. I I just lay back and enjoyed the attention. I was curious how far they would take this, although I already had a pretty good idea where this was going. I arched my back as Steve pulled on my nipple, stretching it away from my breast. I felt the warm wet sensation as he sucked my nipple into his mouth and began to suckle my breast. I moaned and moved my hand to the back of his head to hold him to me. Brian must've been watching because a second later, he took my other breast into his mouth ...I was in heaven! I moved my other hand up and began to run it through his hair as well. It was heaven to be with 2 men at the same time like this and 4 hands and 2 mouths felt absolutely delicious. Their hands were both caressing my breasts and rubbing my body. I'm one of those women who are able to orgasm just from having my nipples stimulated and with 2 guys giving them the attention they were, I was quickly building up to a whopper. Steve was milking me, trying to suck my whole breast into his mouth and he was getting pretty excited. Brian was caressing my breast and pinching my nipple then would suck it back into his mouth. He seemed to enjoy watching my nipple react to his manipulations, I could feel it tighten up every time he did this. As I was lying back enjoying it all, Brian's hand finally slid down to my pussy. He just starting to probe me and had barely touched my clit when I had my first orgasm. I screamed out as it hit me. The guys continued to suck my nipples throughout my orgasm as I squirmed and cried out. Brian still had his fingers inside of me, I'm sure he could feel the contractions as the waves of my orgasm swept through me. When the last waves finally passed, the guys pulled away from my breasts and Steve told Brian that they should get the rest of the lotion on me before I burned up. I just smiled up at him as he reached for the lotion, moved down to my feet and started to rub it in. Brian took the bottle from him squirted lotion all the way up my other leg and then started to rub it in. I lay back to enjoy whatever was next. They took their time moving up my legs until they finally had my legs spread open and began to rub lotion around and over my sex. They pushed my legs a little further apart and both lay down with their faces just inches away from my quivering pussy. Their fingers gently spread my lips apart as they began their exploration of my folds. I wish I could convey to you how exciting this all was for me. It was like a fantasy come to life, lying outside on a hot, beautiful, sunny day; naked, with 2 good looking guys making love to me and telling me how beautiful I was. God I felt like the most beautiful, most desirable woman in the world at that moment. There is something special about the first time with any guy when everything is new and unknown, but with 2 guys... oh God! I can't even describe how intense it felt, I think partly because how naughty it all was too. I felt like a Christmas present being unwrapped as the guys slowly pulled my folds open to reveal the pink inner lips and my clitoris. I knew it was swollen and bright red. The guys were really enjoying themselves, I knew that this had to be a fantasy for them too, we had flirted with each other for months and I guess on some level, I had encouraged what was happening today. I heard Steve tell Brian that it was time for a taste and I felt his tongue on me a moment later. OH GOD! That felt too good! It was just a quick couple of moments, but ohhhh it was good. Brian wanted his chance as well. Brian started at my back opening and ran his tongue slowly all the way up over my folds to my clit, opening me up and forcing it out so he could flick it with his tongue a few times. Brian sat up and looked at me, "Jenn." I opened my eyes and he said "this is so cool, I can't we're doing this." I just smiled and asked, "Is this why you sold your tickets? So you could have your way with me!" They both laughed at that. I wondered again what Alan would think if he could see me right now lying naked with the faces of his roommates nuzzled up against my hot, wet pussy. I moved my arms back and began to get comfortable when Steve asked me get up on elbows and watch as they both went down on me at the same time. I did as he asked and they gently spread my lips open, forcing my clit out of its hiding place. They lowered their heads to my pussy at the same time. When their tongues touched me, it was like an explosion went off in my body; I went from being really turned on and hot to orgasm in a second. I hadn't felt nearly that close to an orgasm and the next thing I knew I was in the middle of it. They held my legs and continued to lick and suck as I screamed and thrashed through it. Thank god, they knew enough to stay away from my clit. I couldn't have taken the pressure; it was so sensitive during the orgasm. My pussy was quivering so hard that it felt like it was vibrating. Once the most intense waves passed, I was able to get back up on my elbows again to watch them go down me. It was amazing to see 2 guys with their tongues sometimes touching as they both licked and sucked on me, fingers probing inside of me, other fingers pulling back the folds protecting my clitoris. They were licking either side of my clit and again... that was it. I came for the third time in the afternoon. I leaned back and pushed their heads away and squeezed my legs closed rolling over on the blanket squeezing my legs together as this most intense orgasm yet passed through me. I must've been quite a site lying there on the blanket all caught up in the throes of the orgasm while the 2 guys watched. Each orgasm was stronger than the one before, I had no idea how long I could keep this up. As I was lying there with my eyes closed and finally starting to calm down and get my breath back a little, one of the guys pushed my legs open and I felt something at my opening. When I opened my eyes, Steve was leaning over me and slowly sliding his dick into my hungry pussy. Brian was staring at my opening as Steve slowly slid into me and I arched my hips to help push myself onto his dick. Steve moved back so that he was on his knees and was watching his dick as he slid it slowly in and out of my swollen pussy. I'm very small and I know that my pussy really holds on to a man once he's in me. Boyfriends have commented on how far my lips stretch as they slide their dicks out of my pussy, almost as if it's holding on to it. I reached down and touched Steve's hand. He stopped and looked up at me and said, "never in my wildest dreams Jenn, never! This is the most incredible experience of my life." Me too, I moaned. Brian was just sitting there watching as Steve made love to me. I reached down and put my hand on Brian's erection and gently pulled him toward me. He seemed surprised as I pulled him up to my waiting mouth, I smiled then sucked him in hungrily. He was so excited that almost immediately I had to stop and let him calm down. He was really loud and into it, rubbing my face and saying sweet things. He began to really breathe hard and started moaning as he started to lose control and began pumping into my mouth holding the back of my head. In no time at all he was ready to blow his top. He tried to pull out of my mouth telling me he couldn't hold it, he was going to come, but I held onto his hips and felt the head of his dick swell just as he let go, shooting his load down my throat. He was a madman when he came, and I was like a madwoman sucking on him. I loved that I was having that kind of effect on him. As his orgasm subsided, I continued to suck on him gently feeling his post orgasm convulsions. As he recovered, he stayed hard and he started to slowly pump into my mouth again, while I continued to lick and suck on it. I was so turned on by what was going on with Brian that it took a moment for me to remember where I was and what was happening. My body knew though, as I came back to myself, I realized that my hips were rocking in time to Steve's movements. He kept commenting on how tight I was. He was getting pretty loud as well and I watched him as he continued to watch himself slide in and out of me. I looked up at Brian and he was mesmerized, watching Steve fuck me as I sucked his dick and he played with my breasts. The River I felt so sexy; I've always wondered what it would be like to be with 2 men and here it was happening. My nipples were so puffed up and tender, I thought they would explode. Every part of my body seemed to humming, I'd never been so sexually aroused. Steve started pumping into me faster. I had my legs wrapped around his back, when he was right at the edge, he tried to pull out, but I held him in. He groaned that he was going to come and I told him that was ok. He shot his load, thrusting into me like a bull. That put me over the edge again and we were both out of control just thrashing in our separate orgasms. I had to pull Brian out of mouth or I would have bitten him. In my excitement, I heard Steve saying to Brian, Oh Man Bri, you won't believe how tight she is. She's squeezing me like you wouldn't believe right now. I just kept pushing my hips at him as the orgasm swept through me. Brian kept repeating to no one in particular. " This is so fucking cool, I can't believe it." I had his dick in my hand and was squeezing it pretty hard at the time. I won't say these guys were models, but they were good looking and sexy as hell. Steve continued to slowly pump into me, his erection still as hard as before he came. Once we both calmed down a little bit. He finally pulled out of me and got up to get some drinks. I think we all drank our beers in record time, we were all so thirsty from exertions. I took a couple of sips off my beer and lay back with my legs spread closing my eyes, still trying to recover from the shakes. Steve moved over to me and kneeled next to my head putting his dick at my lips, I reached out and took him in my hand, stroked it a few times and pulled him into my mouth. I settled my head in his lap as I slowly started to give him head. I love how I taste on a man, just one of the things I love about giving head. It makes me wonder how much I would enjoy being with another woman. While I was beginning to give head to Steve, He told Brian, "you've got to fuck her, she has the most incredible pussy." Brian moved between my legs and positioned himself at my opening and slid into me. I could tell he loved it, he couldn't hold back and just started pumping away like a machine. He started to give a running commentary on how tight and warm it felt as he slid in and out. He put his hand down wrapping it around my lips and his dick and squeezed as he pumped. It sent a bolt of electricity through me; it was like he was rubbing right on my clit with his dick. After a little while, Brian pulled out and asked me to roll over, he wanted to do me doggie style. I rolled over and onto my knees. Brian said to Steve " man, take a look at this, it's so beautiful" Steve moved back to take a look at my exposed pussy. I had my arms on the blanket and my head was resting on them as I waited for Brian to slide back into me. Steve asked Brian where the camera was. Brian moved up behind me and grabbed my hips and slowly eased his dick into me. Kneeling behind me, he started to screw me. He'd pull all the way out, literally pulling his dick out of me an inch or two and then drive right back in. It was so hot and it was driving me crazy. I kept expecting him to blow his load but he just kept pumping and talking about how it felt to fuck me. Steve moved back in front of me and I took him back into my mouth. What a picture this would be I mused as I sucked on Steve. I was feeling so hot and dirty at the same time. I was so lost in lust with these guys. Whenever Steve would get close to coming, he would stop me. He wanted to make love to me again and didn't want to blow his load and not be able to get it back up later. Brian just continued pounding away at me from behind, he had his hands wrapped around me, playing with my breasts and pulling on my nipples. I was starting to feel the beginnings of another orgasm building when Steve suddenly pushed my head away from him. He was right on the edge and doing everything he could to not come. I watched as he got himself under control, smiling to myself. He rested for a couple of minutes and finally asked Brian to stop for a minute, he had an idea. Brian pulled out and sat back huffing and puffing, I looked over at him and his glistening dick was purple and twitching. I couldn't believe he had held off as long as he had. Steve lay on his back and pulled me on top of him. He guided himself into my pussy and I lowered myself onto him. I started to move and ride him while he played with my breasts. Brian watched for a couple of minutes while he calmed down a bit. Steve pulled me forward so that I was lying on his chest and he began to move my hips sliding in and out of me. Brian moved up behind me and started to rub the head of his dick against my back opening. I moaned that I didn't know if I could handle this. Steve said that if it hurts or is uncomfortable, just tell us and we'll stop. Brian must have put some oil on himself because it didn't feel at all uncomfortable as he started to slide his dick into my ass. He went slowly and I could feel myself opening to accommodate his dick. In what seemed no time I was completely full. I'd never felt been this full before and he started to slowly pump into me as Steve was pumping my pussy. They had a hard time getting the timing right and I suggested that we roll onto our sides and try it that way. Brian pulled out and Steve rolled me over on my side staying in me. Brian got behind me in a spoon position and now they were free to move independently and it was incredible. This was going to be a most intense orgasm. I started to get pretty vocal, I'm sure that if anyone were anywhere around they would've heard my screams of pleasure. I got close to the orgasm but then just seemed to plateau for awhile. I kept telling them that I was going to come, I could feel the contractions beginning but I was feeling extremely sensual and was as erotically charged as I had ever been. They started to pound into me and it was just insane having 2 dicks going at me like that at the same time. Steve was bent over and sucking on my breasts and Brian was rubbing my ass as he pumped away. I was losing it and they were both beginning to lose it as well. Steve made a little move that was different and that was it, I came again, and I was totally out of control. I dug my nails into Steve's back and was pounding at him with my hips when he screamed and let go, a second later I heard Brian groan and he came as well. I was just over the most intense waves when Brian came and that seemed to raise me up to another plateau of pleasure. It was almost as if I were a trapped animal impaled on their hard dicks. No matter which way I moved a dick buried into me and drove me wilder. The guys had me held fast in their arms as the orgasms welling through me claimed all my attention. Finally, we all lay there in a pile writhing and moaning. The guys still inside of me slowing thrusting their softening dicks for a few minutes just coming down from the high we had just experienced. Brian pulled out first and was totally spent. Unbelievably, Steve was still somewhat hard and started to move again inside of me, but it was just lasted a couple of minutes till he went soft. Damn he whispered under his breath and pulled out of me as well. I rolled over on my back to rest, I felt so tired and spent. I felt so sexually used up. I could still feel slight vibrations going through me as the final effects were wearing off. Steve and Brian got up and went for a swim, after about 10 minutes I got up and joined them. The water helped to clear my mind and it felt good on my body. I felt so worn out from the last hour or so of sex. I climbed back out of the river and lay on the blanket and fell right to sleep. I must've slept for an hour or so. When I woke up, both guys were cuddled up next to me sleeping. We were all still naked, but too worn out to bother with doing anything. I got up and walked into the woods to relieve myself and get my bathing suit. When I got back, I put the suit on and pulled my dress over my head and sat down on the riverbank with a beer thinking about what had happened. It was a great experience and I wondered how the 3 of us would be together after this. The River It was late, about 1am on the Iowa side of the Mississippi river. Pete was meeting some of his friends from work up here at his friends cottage. Just a weekend getaway. Just beer booze and cards. Then maybe a trip into town to the casino and strip club. He was supposed to have gotten here before sundown, be he had to stay late at work. He had told them he would meet up with them later. Now he would have to make the crossing by himself in the dark. He found their cars, and parked. It was the middle of winter, it was cold now, but it had been unseasonable warm up to this point. But they had said that the ice was fine and they should be able to cross. Well that was a fine plan, when he heard it, but now that he was here it was a different story. Before unloading the car he walked out to the doc. He found a note. It read ‘Pete, we crossed at 4:45. We put up this rope. Hold on to it when you cross and you should be fine. Cya later. -- Dave’. It was surreal out here. The sharp coldness, the eerie quietness, the full moon reflecting off the snow on the ground and trees. It was beautiful, yet foreboding. Dave looked at the river and started having a mental battle with himself. There were a few cottages on the other side, but they looked empty. If he did fall in, he would be screwed. But his friends crossed, didn‘t they? He didn’t see any holes in the ice at least, and their cars were here. They had to have made it! So all he had to do was cross, then make the mile trek to the other side of the island and he would be fine. Sit by the fire, drink some beers, smoke a little weed. Tomorrow they were planning on dropping a few hits. This was going to be a cool weekend. Yes! But was it worth death? Aah don’t be a fucking pussy! You’ve driven 2 hours out to the country, you’ve come this far. They got across. It’s colder now then when they crossed. The battle raged in his head. They he finally said fuck it. He went back to his car and grabbed his gear, a backpack, a sleeping bag, bedroll, and case of beer. At the edge of the doc, the cold hand of fear again gripped him. The doc was moving up and down slightly with every step, or shift in weight and there was about a foot’s width of open water before the ice started. Although Pete was kind of a free spirit, he wasn’t stupid. He knew his 6’4’’ 245 lbs frame would put strain on the ice. But he thought if he did fall in, he would ditch his equipment and pull himself out with the rope, then get warm in his car. He was a weightlifter and kept himself in shape. Surely if he fell in he could claw his way out. If all else failed and he couldn’t he brought a whistle and had it hanging around his neck. If he did fall in, and couldn’t get out, he would make a shit load of noise. Not that anyone would hear it. It seemed desolate out here. But he never really thought he would need it. It was just something he read in a survival book at some point. Always bring a whistle if you do try to cross ice. He did admit it gave him a little bit of confidence. Ready to go now, Pete threw his backpack out on the ice. It slid to a stop. So far so good he thought, so went the sleeping bag and bedroll. Now, holding the case of beer in one hand and grasping the rope in the other he extended his foot out. Now or never he thought, he would have to commit. He put his weight now on the ice. Crack. Ripple, thud. (Words cannot describe this sound. Unless you have been on treacherous ice, you cannot know this sound, or the feeling it evokes in you as you hear it) But the ice held, he slowly gathered his belongings and started on the trek. Granted this was not the Mississippi he was crossing, this was just a little inlet of it. Just 70 - 90 ft and he would be across it and on to the island. The ice was crackling, but it seemed pretty sturdy. He continued. Pete was kind of a klutz though, as he was moving along, he slipped. As he fell and tried to catch himself, his belonging scattered. Face down on the ice, he heared the ice crack again. Phew! he was okay, but DAM! his sleeping bag had skidded out 7 or 8 feet from where he was. (and where the rope was. His friend told him to stay on the rope. But the ice was good so far? Just a few feet. He stayed on his belly and slithered slowly out to get it. Stretch aaaah got it! Just then the sound of doom. Crack. He tried to spin around, as he did so, the ice gave way..... The effect of the water was to jolt his heart, like someone had given him an electric shock! He almost had a heart attack. His clothes instantly became like lead weights. His sinews felt their strength being sapped by the cold. He struggled to get back to the rope. He felt a slight current, trying to pull him under. He struggled with all his might.. He blacked out.. when he came to he vaguely remembered what had happened... the angels...the voices...falling hitting his head and waking up in heaven..... Susan and Jenny were getting ready for bed. Jenny 19 and on Christmas break was here helping her mom. (actually her adopted mom, Susan and here husband had adopted her at a young age. They were the only parents she ever known) Even in her long underwear and flannel you could tell that Jenny was really put together. Lean long legs with lot of curves. A well rounded derrière and young firm breasts. Yet, even under those layers you couldn’t help but notice that they had some size to them. She was HOT! Officially Susan was 39, she had been ‘39’ for a few years now. But the years had been kind to her. Even though her face was experienced. It was still very attractive. Her body was the essence of woman. Large well defined hips, and rounded butt, tapering to lean legs. And she was very well endowed in the breast department. She had a little tummy, but who doesn’t. She was drop dead gorgeous! Susan was heart broken. Her husband had just left her. He had run away with some young little whore. Effectively abandoning her and Jenny. It came as a shock to her. She thought things had been good. They got along, or so she thought. And the sex had been great. She flashed back to those passionately encounters. The touching, the closeness, the feeling of skin on skin, his manhood filling her, the loving words said in the darkness afterwards. But this just made the pain worse, she started to sob inwardly. How could he be so cruel? How could he do this to her? She still loved him, but she hated him! And she hated herself for still loving him. And she chided herself for being so trusting. She really had believed him when he said he was working late, or going out with friends. Ooh, she was such a fool! Jenny, came in the room and saw her mom crying. She comforted her. Putting her arm around her, she told her what a great mom she was, and thanked her. She continued, ‘And I miss Dad too. But ....he’s....(she searched for the right word, asshole, jag off, fucking bastard! she settled with jerk) a jerk! I feel betrayed too mom. How could he do this to you? You were nothing but kind to him. But he’s chosen his road. And that is not our fault. The sooner you can put him behind you and continue with your life the better. For all of us.’ ‘Yes honey you are right, thank you’. They hugged, then Susan continued,’ yes, tomorrow we will start with that. The sooner we can sell this place the better. It has too many memories.. ‘ .. She flashed back to her and her husband, skinny dipping in the river, laughing, messing around then running up to the cottage naked! Coming inside to make passionate love by the fireplace on the carpet. The fresh smell of the forest, windows open, the heat of the fire warming their naked bodies, his shaft sliding in and out of her... .. Coming back to reality Susan, continue, ‘yes, lets get a good nights sleep, then we’ll start early tomorrow.’ Their plan was to take an inventory of everything in the cottage. Later in the spring they would sell it.... ‘Did you hear that?’ ‘What?’ Shhhhh, listen. They could faintly hear the sound of a whistle. ‘What is it?’ They both scrambled to the front door. The frigid air blasted them as they opened it. The noise was louder, fear drove them out on to the porch. ‘Oh my God!’ cried Jenny. In the glow of moonlight they saw a figure fighting for it’s life trying to climb out of hole in the ice! Cold no longer, they were simply frozen in fear. Each time the figure tried to pull himself up the ice broke and he would go back in. The whistle was becoming less strong and frequent. Any second they expected him to disappear beneath the ice forever. Susan, snapped into action, she shouted, ‘ HOLD ON! HOLD ON WERE COMING!!’. With that she grabbed Jenny’s arm and they ran back into the house and grabbed their coats and shoes, they immediately spun around and ran out of the house and down to the river! Pete, although on auto pilot at this point, was finally able to get back to a solid enough piece of ice to pull himself out, he frantically got back to the rope, leaving his gear he started back to the car, but then he heard the most beautiful voices. The figure was moving the other way from them ‘hey’ ‘Hey!’ ‘HEY! OVER HEAR! Finally he turned around and came towards them. They dared not go out on the ice. But when he got to them he collapsed. Teeth chattering, you could barely make out the pitiful ‘hhhhelp meee’. ‘You have to get up! We cannot carry you! Please get up, we will help you’ The panic in Susan’s voice, spurred him to get up. They helped him back to the cottage. Once inside, Susan commanded, ‘Jenny throw more logs in the fire and grab those blankets!. I’ll get....’ In an altered state, Pete said something like, ‘Jeeze I left my shoes on how rude off me, sorry’ and before they could stop him, he tried to bend down to take his shoes off. He was in no condition for such a maneuver. His body was frozen and his mind was in shock. The result was, he lost his balance and fell forward cracking his head on a coffee table. ‘Ooh my God.!’ Jenny heard the thud and turned around. He had hit his head and was out cold! ‘Jenny, quick help me!!! We need to get him out of these things, or he will die of hypothermia!’ There was absolutely nothing sexual about this at all. This was a life and death matter. In a panic they tried to get him out of his things. This was not an easy task. Even if he had been dry it still would have been a lot of work. But she was right, if they didn’t do this he surely would get hypothermia and possibly die! The boots came off, so did the socks. Gloves and hat followed. They had to maneuver him by rolling him to get the coat off. Next the sweater, shirt and under shirt came off! Even in their panic, it registered on some level that this guy was really built. Not Arnold Swartzenneggar, but this guy had a very well defined, chiseled upper body. ‘Help me with the pants.’ ‘Jenny’s hands swiftly went to his belt buckle. Unbutton his pants and pulling down his zipper she unconsciously thought. ‘jeez that’s a big bulge’ They yanked on his pants, and they started moving down his legs. As it they did so, it brought his boxers with them. As his patch of pubic hair came into view, Susan noticed this and she grabbed his boxers to keep them up as Jenny yanked his pants down to his ankles. They should afford him this modesty, she thought to herself. Jenny finished removing his pants. Their eyes locked. Jenny inquired,’What about?’ her eyes moving to the boxers and the bulge beneath it. The water had made it like a second skin. If Susan’s intent was saving his modesty, well it didn’t work. You could clearly see the outline of a large penis underneath. Pete, who was out cold had no idea that the only thing separating his penis from their roving eyes was a thin layer of wet material. ‘Wait your right. I’ll get those covers and after he’s covered we can remove it.’ Well that was Susan’s plan at least. As she grabbed the blankets and spun around she froze. Jenny had his boxes down to his ankles and was trying to get them off too. It was surreal. Jenny removing the final stitches of clothing from this stranger, him lying naked on the carpet. But what had here transfixed was the not the chiseled body, the muscular thighs nor the six pack stomach, it was, well to be honest with herself it was his cock! Even after being tortured by the cold water it was still very impressive!! 2 large balls hung low, with a thick wrinkled shaft crowned by a bulberous head. Had they measured it then they would have found that it was 5 inches long. Completely flaccid it was larger then some men erect! ‘MOM! Hello? HURRY! We need those blankets and towels!’ Shocked and embarrassed. Her daughter had just busted her for staring at this mans cock! She raced over and they put a blanket on the floor. ‘We need to dry him off, or he will never get warm!’ Susan urgently instructed. They both grabbed a towel and began the task. Susan worked the , Arms, shoulders head, chest, stomach....as Jenny did the feet, ankles, thighs and...once again this man’s cock took center stage and commanded their attention. Then Jenny shocked her mom by joking, ‘ I thought water, especially cold water was supposed to cause shrinkage?’ Susan was about to chastise her daughter for saying such a thing. But the vision was just too vivid. In fact it burned in her head. That body! That cock! Flaccid it was just as big as her husband’s erect penis! How big did it get? What did it look like? What would it feel like? In her hand? Her mouth? In her pussy? Her husband felt great, what would it be like to have a 7, 8 or 9 inch cock inside of her? Stretching her. Filling her? Would he cum in dribbles like her husband or would that massive cock spew forth jets of cum like a flesh volcano? Streams shooting, arching from the tip. Susan, came back to reality. Embarrassed, she said, ‘Jenny! This man almost died! Infact if you weren’t too busy to notice he is still out cold and who knows if he’ll be okay? You should be ashamed of yourself for saying such a thing!’ ‘Yes,‘ Jenny said sorrowfully, ‘But still should we?’ again her eyes moved to his penis. Susan took control, yes they needed to do this. This was a health issue. ’Yes, I’ll take the top half you the lower... but be careful a mans body is very sensitive there’ Susan still had this vision of her daughter being a innocent virgin. Jenny’s padded his balls dry with the other towel. She had some fun, liftly them up a little and watching them drop down back in place. What funny things these were she thought. Meanwhile, Susan dried off Pete’s cock with the towel. What started out as just lightly padding, turned into a move vigorous rubbing. She would move it to the left and right. One time she went so far as to put the towel under it and push it straight up. This drew Jenny’s attention. They both watched it as Susan let go and it slapped back down on his stomach. Even in his catatonic state the effect of the stimulation was for the blood to start flowing to that area. Silently they both continued their ministrations. Pretending that all they were doing was drying this hapless soul off. But in reality, the situation had now changed from before, whether it was lust, or just curiosity, they continued because they were transfixed by the shaft lengthening, and lengthening, 6 inches 7 , 8 it grew, They stopped and for a second or two just watched it. It wasn’t totally hard yet, but it was about 8 inches and it still had plenty of folds of skin left. Susan marveled at this specimen of manhood. Sure she had read or heard stories of men hung like this, but she had never see it! Or at least not in person. ‘Hello mom? Okay, like I think he’s dried off now? Now what?’ Her face flushed red, Susan was daydreaming again. And it was obvious what she was day dreaming about. ‘Yes, your right, okay lets do the other side’. They rolled him over on the blanket which they had layed down. As they did they both couldn’t help but notice his backside. Secretly they both admired it, not an ounce of fat anywhere and very muscular. They rubbed him down. Again, meeting at the middle, Susan dried of the left cheek and Jenny the other. They were amazed by the firmness of his body. Jenny noted how his testicles we visible even when he was on his stomach. Then they rolled him over again and when they finally had him squared on his back on the blanket they covered him and put pillows under his head propping him up. With that she touched his forehead. He had a nasty bump on there. They put ice on it and sat around him, hoping he would come to. As they did they couldn’t help but notice. He had a lovely face, rugged yet angelic. Not quite movie star looks but still very attractive. .................... Pete couldn’t figure out what happened. He assumed he was in heaven. Ahhhh, he felt a stinging on his head, he opened his eyes. Two lovely ladies were, sitting on each side of him. He was under a bunch of blankets. Ohh my god, he was naked!! Looking at the angel on his right he managed to say, ‘Where am I?’. ‘You fell in the river, luckily we heard you and were able to bring you inside! Are you okay?’ He shivered, ‘aah yah, just a little, cold still, but it’s my head that is killing me.’ ‘Yes you fell and hit your head. I think you were concerned about not taking off your shoes before coming in. You are quite the gentleman.’ Susan’s eyes sparkled. My god was she flirting she thought? Jenny was captivated by this guy. His voice was hypnotic. She jumped in and cheerfully said, ‘Hi my name is Jenny, what is yours?’ ‘Ahh, hi, it’s ahh Pete, and you are..’ ‘Susan, I’m Jenny’s mom’. ‘I don’t believe it! You look more like her sister to me!’ Giggling like a school girl Susan replied, ‘I think the cold has made you delirious! Are you thirsty? I’ll make some hot chocolate!’ With that she was off. Arms resting in her lap, Jenny sitting Indian style next to him, struck up a conversation. ‘You really scared the crap out of me and my Mom! We thought you were going to die!’ ‘Sorry, that wasn’t really my plan. But, and ahh thank you. You guys saved my life!’, he shivered again. ‘Don’t worry you will warm up soon.’ Susan, came back in with the hot chocolate. For Pete it was heaven. Nothing had ever tasted this good before. ‘So what brings you out here alone, in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere? ‘Aahhh, I’m meeting some buddies up here, just for some drinking and poker etc. But I got here waaaay later then I had intended. And then...oooh shit. If they go out there and see a hole in the ice and my stuff still out there, they are going to FREAK! I need to go there!’ As he started to rise. Susan pushed him back down. ‘Ohhh no sir! You aren’t going anywhere until tomorrow! You have a nasty bruise on your head, and your clothes won’t be dry for awhile. I could not let you go out into the night like this. Tomorrow, we will accompany you over there. Once we see your safe, then we can go. But really you should have a doctor look at your head. You took a nasty fall.’ ‘But my fri... ‘Here use my cell phone, you can call them.’ He borrowed their phone and called his buddies He got the voice mail and left a message. As he noticed Jenny get something, she bent over and he realized that she was a hot little minx. ‘aaah yeah, don’t worry about, I’m just fiiiiine.’ As she returned he noticed her breasts jiggle under her flannel,’ooh yes I’ll be oooookay. See ya tomorrow’ and so concluded his voicemail message. Then they sat and talked for a bit. Nothing heavy just the get to know you stuff. Where you from, what do you do, what do you like, etc. Actually they were having a great time. There was good synergy, they were laughing alot. Soon they had moved from hot chocolate to rum and cokes. As they were getting pretty buzzed, Pete thought to himself that they both had incredible beautiful faces. And their personalities were warm and bubbly. They made him feel very comfortable. He would sneak glances at the rest of them when he could. From what he could tell they were both very well built! The River, A Night Float We arrived at the river around nine o'clock. The sun had been down for about an hour. As I got out of the truck, the air felt a lot cooler than it had just thirty minutes earlier when we had dropped the other truck off at the boat launch ramp down river. When I shut the door, the dome light went off and I realized it was very dark, here under the bridge. Jerry opened her door and light returned. I eased around to the back of the truck and unloaded the two lounge type pool floats and a small rubber boat. Into the boat went a small twelve pack sized cooler of beer, a small radio, and a couple of towels. I carried a smaller six pack sized cooler up to the open door. Jerry sat on the side of the seat holding a pair of Ziploc bags and a t-shirt. I took those and put them in the cooler, along with Jerry's truck keys. We would use her truck to get back to mine. One of the bags held our cigarettes and a couple of lighters. What was in the other, I didn't know but had a fair guess. From time to time, Jerry liked a little smoke of a different type. When I had the lid of the cooler secure, I looked up at Jerry as she rose up and turned around to kneel on the seat. She was reaching across to lock my door and roll the window all the way up. She leaned farther over to put my keys under the seat. I knew what she was doing, but I never saw any of it. The view of her ass in or rather out of her new bikini held my full attention. She had bought the bikini a few days earlier and had not let me see it, saying it was for a special occasion. It was sure making the view I got, special, that much I can say that. As far as I knew, she had never worn a thong of any kind before. I had only seen pictures of them myself. Jerry always talks about not having an ass to go along with no boobs. Well, I've always liked both her ass and boobs, they fit her. She's short, only five foot two inches tall, but she only weights ninety-eight pounds, soaking wet. Big tits or a bigger ass would just unbalance her proportions. Right now, with her knees spread wide for balance and her head down on the truck seat, her ass was magnificent. The narrow yellow strip of cloth running up the cleft of her ass cheeks just accented the tight tanned cheek on either side. The wider piece of cloth that barely covered her sex and mound was strained tight. I just stood and stared until she straightened up and looked over her shoulder at me. "What are you grinning like an ape, about?" She asked. Then she remembered that I hadn't seen the new suit. "Oh, you like it do you." I cocked my head slightly to the side and said, "Like, nothing, I've always loved it." After a very slight pause, I continued, "Oh, you mean the new bikini, it's not bad." I grinned again and then laughed. "I love the bikini too. It makes one of your best assets even more beautiful." She smiled and turned around. "What about the other half?" She asked shaking her small, firm breasted from side to side. They rolled back and forth under the narrow strips of thin yellow material, trying to escape. Her breasts may be small, but they are full and well rounded, having large, highly sensitive nipples. Now, as the nipples rubbed against the material, they were growing to their full size, raising small tents in the cloth. Only about the center third of each breast was covered by the cloth. The rest was delightfully and deliciously bare. I was again staring at her. "Beautiful. That's truly the word," I said letting my eyes wander up and down her slender, trim body. "Just beautiful. That bikini on you makes any occasion totally special." As she stepped down from the truck, I put my arms around her and hugged her tightly, kissing the hair on her head as I did. Speaking through her hair, I said, "Now I see the need of the t-shirt. If you walked up the hill at the boat ramp wearing just that outfit, you would shock and kill half the old men that hang out at the park. Their pace makers couldn't handle the overload." I laughed softly. "There's a lot of very sexy, sensuous and beautiful woman showing through and around that bikini." As I slowly relaxed the hug, she looked up at me and asked softly, "Do you really mean that? Or are you just saying it to make me feel good?" I bent and kissed her hard and passionately. My hands roamed softly and slowly over her back and bare bottom. Her arms snaked up, so that her hands griped the tops of my shoulders from the back. The kiss went on and on. When it finally ended and we slowly released each other, I said with a grin, "Does that answer your question?" With a little breathy sigh, she replied, "What question?" Then she laughed. Still grinning, I reached past her hip, retrieved the small cooler, and snagged a small flashlight from the dash. I handed them to her. She moved toward the rear of the truck. I took this opportunity to remove my t-shirt, shorts, and sandals. The shorts and sandals went into the floor of the truck; the tee shirt went over my shoulder. I locked and closed the truck door, plunging us into darkness again. As I turned toward the back of the truck, the small flashlight snapped on. Jerry swung the small bright beam until it was shining on my bare feet. Slowly the circle of light climbed my legs to settle momentarily on my hips, illuminating the small bikini styled bathing suit that I was wearing. The outline of my semi-ridged manhood was clearly outlined against the stretchy material. The beam continued up across my flat stomach to my chest. Slowly it swings from one side to the other. I heard Jerry's voice softly whisper, "My, oh, my. Damn it! Not bad for a dirty old man, working on the age." As I walked toward her, the beam once again centered on my hips and I said, "You must like what you see, I'd guess, from your comment." When I reached her, the light snapped off as my hands settled on her hips. My lips on hers cut off any reply she may have been going to make. Once again, I let my hands roam freely over her sparsely clad body. Hers returned the favor over mine. When we finally came up for air, I realized that I could see fairly well by the moonlight. There was a full moon tonight. It was still fairly low in the east but quite bright. It would light the river well and make for a romantic float. That was what I had in mind anyway, when I had suggested this trip for just the two of us. It had dawned on me that Jerry and I hadn't had any time alone for quite some time. With another short hug, I asked, "Ready to get wet?" Jerry laughed and replied, "I'm soaked already. Oh, you mean in the river. Sure, you grab the boat and I'll get the floats." When she bent to pick them up, I put out my hand and cupped her sex from behind. She was not kidding, the material of her bikini bottoms was sopping wet. "I think you've got you own river going there. Can I swim up stream?" She picked up the floats and straightened up, clasping her strong thighs together, trapping my hand in a hot, wet grip. I could just barely wiggle my fingertips. A small, fast shudder raced through her body. "If you don't behave for a little bit, you're going to have a waterfall on you hands, in more ways than one," she said softly, relaxing her thigh muscles, she stepped away from my hand. I brought the hand up to my face and inhaled the sweet, pungent smell. The wonderful smell of my sweetheart in lust. She stood a short distance away and watched me take a long lick of the sticky fluid on my palm and middle finger. With a hint of mischief in her voice, she said, "If you'll grab that boat and follow me, I'll let you have the bowl to lick that that was mixed and cooked in, but only when we get to the sand bar below the railroad bridge. Otherwise, I'm going to rape you right here on the tail gate of the truck and we'll forget the river." With a laugh, I reached for the boat, saying, "Decisions, decisions, decisions. Heads we win, tails we win. Damn, the bad luck." We were both laughing as we moved down the trail toward the river. On the sandy bank of the river I put the boat down next to my float and squatted down to tie them together with a short piece of rope. Jerry was standing to my left front, silhouetted against the silver sheen of the calm, slow moving water. What a beautiful sight. I voiced my thoughts, "You know, I love you as much, if not more, than I did when we were first married. Looking at you in the moonlight, against the river, you are even more beautiful than I have ever seen you be." She turned with a smile on her face and looked down at me. "Flattery will get you everywhere and everything, but I know deep in my heart that you mean what you said. I love you, too. I also realize that we haven't had much, if any time for ourselves lately. I need to thank you, for realizing it too and thinking up this idea. Also, thank you for all your patience and help. Neither of us say we love each other often enough, but it shows in the things we do for each other." She giggled softly. "I didn't mean to make a speech. Just to say I love you, very, very much." Now it was my turn to smile, as I moved over in front of her and leaned over to lightly kiss her sweet lips. She had other ideas though. Her arms locked around my neck, as she laid a kiss on me like she hadn't in a long, long time. A kiss from the past, a kiss from our first dates, before sex had given us another way of expressing our love and longing. I gave in to the emotions and returned what I was being given. If there had been much more passion in that kiss, both of us would have had steam coming out of our ears. As it was, we were both a little dizzy and giddy afterwards. Somehow, we got the boat and both floats in the water and ourselves seated without words or mishap. We slowly floated down stream, holding hands and relaxing. Our minds on inner thoughts and memories. After a few minutes, Jerry said, "I could, sure use a beer and something to smoke. How about you?" I had been using one hand to slowly paddle us out toward the center of the river holding Jerry's hand with the other. I pulled her over next to my float and used the rope to haul in the boat. She placed her foot over my legs to hold us together. I opened the small cooler and lit two cigarettes. When I handed one to her, she handed me a small piece of yellow cloth. It was her bikini top. I smiled and dropped it in the boat. Swapping coolers, I snagged two cold beers. I turned to hand one to her and she handed me another piece of yellow cloth. I nearly dropped my beer, seeing her sprawled out on that float totally nude. I gave her a low wolf whistle. She turned her head toward me and smiled. "Oh, you still like this outfit too. Going to join me, in the buff?" When I nodded, her smile became a grin. I dropped her bikini bottoms in the boat, soon to be followed by mine. I'd had a little problem getting the suit off over the hard-on my usually shy wife had caused. While I was wrestling with the problem, she gave out with a couple of wolf whistles of her own. When I finally settled back, I was grinning also. Again floating along, we were holding hands. Our eyes would from time to time, caress each other as we sipped our beer. The section of river we were floating was void of any house or overlooks. Other than the bridge, we had launched from, which was very high above the water. It was the main bypass around town, so traffic was fast but fairly heavy. Whether anyone could see our nudity in the moonlight was another question. The moon was still low behind the trees but bright. Jerry was normally very cautious about her modesty around here, where we live. When we were far away from home, among strangers, she had been known to do a little flashing after three or four beers. She had a little streak of exhibitionist in her soul. The next place we could be seen from would be the railroad bridge. There were a half dozen trains through town on any given day but neither of us had any idea about the schedule. We were planning to stop on the sand bar just past and below the bridge. ***** About forty-five minutes, another beer and three kisses later, we arrived at the sand bar. It's wide, but only about the middle quarter is above water and that's only a few inches. We hand paddled up into the shallows until we beached. We stood and pulled the floats and boat up onto the hard packed sand. I grabbed the two coolers, while Jerry grabbed the two big beach towels. She spread them out so they overlapped. I had opened the coolers and sat out two cold beers and both of the Ziploc bags. Jerry walked on across the sandbar and into the water on the far side. She waded out until the water was knee deep and then squatted down. After a few moments, she returned to sit on the towels next to me. I opened the two beers while she opened the second plastic bag. She pulled a thin tightly rolled joint from the bag and lit it. This was something else she did not do around here very often and never at home. I know that one of her single girl friends smokes, as does one or two of the couples we know. Jerry just doesn't want to give our kids the wrong idea. We passed it back and forth several times before she pinched it out. After replacing it in the bag, she laid back on the towel, propped up on her elbows. I joined her, our hips barely touching. The moon was just clearing the trees far down the straight stretch of river in front of us. Between it and us was the main downtown bridge. We could see cars and trucks crossing back and forth over it. With the distance and the railroad bridge behind us, we knew we couldn't be seen from up there. We know, we've checked it out. There was a cool wind blowing up and across the river, swirling from different directions as it encountered the trestle. It felt great on our bare bodies. I dropped off my right elbow and turned toward Jerry. She turned toward me and gently kissed me. I placed my hand on her hip and caressed it and her side, occasionally letting it roam over her back and bottom. Her hand was doing the same to me. The moonlight, the caresses, and the kisses were having an effect on both of us. The beers and smoke were too. The kisses became more passionate as did the caresses. I could feel my manhood rising to the occasion. Jerry's nipples were rock hard under my palm. Her breathing was growing more rapid. When her hand grazed along the length of my shaft, there was a small gasp from both of us. Her hand returned to stroke and pet my hard member. I moved my hand down to the junction of her thighs. She raised her right knee giving me free access to her sex. I gently stroked my fingertips across her smooth hairless mound and outer lips. There was another small gasp from her. After only a few seconds of this, my middle finger slipped between the spreading outer lips to feel the warm folds of her inner lips. They were slippery with her passion. Her hand was moving more urgently over my shaft and balls. As I continued to stroke her gently, I could feel her sex opening like a flower. She was also getting wetter and wetter. As my finger dipped lower, I could feel the heat and throb of her opening. It matched the heat and throb I felt from my own organ. In one smooth swift motion, she moved back away from my hand and rolled upward to straddle my hips. My manhood was now trapped were my finger had been just second before. She sat up right and slowly rocked her hips back and forth and from side to side. I could feel the bottom side of my shaft settle farther into her hot wet slit. Slowly she started to slide up and down along the entire length of my hard shaft. With each stroke, she seemed to get hotter and wetter, as if that was possible. It was having a terrific effect on me also. As she rubbed upward across the swollen head of my dick, I could feel my balls draw up at the exquisite pleasure. As she slid downward they would relax slightly, but the sensations along the length of my shaft kept me on the edge. Suddenly she froze in mid stroke. A shudder ran up and down her body, as the outer and inner lips, compressed and relaxed on my shaft. Quickly she lifted up, reached down to raise my cock straight up. Centering the head against her hot opening, she slowly lowered herself until she again sat fully on my hips. I had never in fifteen years felt her so hot or wet. Her insides were rolling and squeezing me as though she was still in the middle of a major orgasm. Her hands were squeezing and caressing her breasts. The expression on her face told me that she was still exploding. She started to bounce up and down in short, sharp movements. I felt like I was deeper inside her than I had ever been. I could feel my shaft still growing and expanding with the terrific pleasure's she was producing. With a loud groan and a lifting of my hips, I exploded. As spurt after spurt erupted from me, her face got bright and shiny. My ears were singing. I felt as though I were about to pass out. She continued to bounce, but was slowing. Finally, she released her breasts and placed her hands on my chest for support. She lowered herself to lay full length on top of me. She was breathing hard and fast as if she had just ran a four-minute mile. As I hugged her to me, she straightened her legs and wrapped them around mine. I was still planted deep within her. Her vagina was still milking at my slowly softening shaft. A mixture of our juices was running down over my balls and inner thighs. It made my shaft twitch, which made her clamp down on me. We held each other for a long, long time. ***** Our breathing was back to normal. I was to the point that I figured Jerry was asleep. Finally, my manhood slipped out of her. When it did a deep, long sigh escaped from her lips. She lay were she was for a few minutes longer, then untangled her legs from mine and sat up. Again, there was a tickling sensation of fluid dribbling down between my legs. Jerry chuckled softly to herself. "Now I know what a gallon jug feels like when you empty it." She started to get up off me. It took three tries. I found out why when I tried to sit up. I had to use my arms and hands. I was weak and a little dizzy. By the time I was sitting up, Jerry was kneeling next to me. We exchange a long gentle kiss. Jerry pulled back as she sat down on her heels. We both just sat looking into each other's eyes. Slowly a grin crept across both our faces. Jerry started to giggle, which made me laugh, which made her laugh. Finally we settled back to just grinning from ear to ear. After a few moments, I reached for the cigarettes, and lit two. As I handed her one, Jerry asked, "Do you understand what just happened? I mean we've been together for eighteen years, married for fifteen, and had two kids together. Sex is nothing new to us. But what just happened was like nothing I've ever experienced. I started to come with you outside me. I continued as you slowly slipped up inside me. You were deeper than you have ever been before. As I bounced, I kept right on coming. Then you came. I could feel you splashing against my cervices. That's when I found out there is life after death, because either I died and went to heaven or I had the grandmother of all orgasms. But why? What happened?" I looked deep into her eyes, to see the shining happiness there. I reached up, caressed her face, and stroked her hair. She kissed my fingers as they passed her lips. With a deep sigh, I lowered my hand to the top of her thigh. "I know what you mean. I've never felt anything that even comes close to this." I paused for a second then went on. "I think it's a combination of things. It's been a long time since we have been totally alone, and without major worries. The thrill of your new bikini that's so much more daring than anything you've ever worn in public. Its effect on me and the compliments I gave you earlier. The fact that you floated the river nude for the first time." The River, A Night Float Again, I paused. "Actually this is the most time you or I either one have been naked outside our house or a motel room. The thought of maybe someone catching a glimpse of what we were doing. The relaxed mood that we both are in. The fact that we both knew why we were coming here and were in no hurry, nor did we have any reason to hurry. All these things add up to the whole of what happened." "And I was worried about giving a speech earlier. Thanks for the lecture professor. I'm joking! What you say makes a lot of sense. We'll definitely have to do this more often or something similar." She paused as if in thought then continued. "Do you remember the first time we made love?" I nodded, so she continued. "It was in my bedroom after a dance. Do you remember the second time and where?" I had to think a minute, and then the light dawned. "Oh, yeah, do I! Very similar to tonight in some ways." I chuckled to myself, seeing her grin. I had been driving a small mini truck at the time. We were parked out in the woods near the lake. We started out kissing and petting. It slowly reached the point of no return. But because of the steering wheel, gearshift lever, and bucket seats we were getting more and more frustrated. Finally we both threw open the doors and climbed out. Clothes had been flying in all directions. I grabbed an old sleeping bag from behind the seat and quickly spread it on the ground next to the truck. We fell into each other's arms. We were going at it great guns and very near orgasm when there was a flash of lights through the trees as another truck went flying down the old road not fifty feet from us. We both froze but we were to close to the edge. I climaxed then she did. I moved slightly and climaxed again, so did she. We never stopped; the pleasure just kept on building. Only exhaustion finally stopped us. The memory flooded back from our late teens. Jerry placed her hands on my chest and gently pushed me back prone, following me down for a long and passion filled kiss. As it subsided, I rolled her over and covered her small, tight body with mine being careful as always not to apply too much weight. My manhood was again hard and hot where it pressed against her belly. She gave a little gasp of surprise and wiggled against me, as a big smile filled her face. "That memory must have been as good for you as it was for me," she stated softly. I moved down kissing her chin, neck, and upper chest as I went. When I licked my tongue across her left nipple, it was stiff and hard. I sucked it into my mouth and swirled my tongue around and over it, feeling it grow more. Releasing it, I ran my tongue all over and around her breast. Finally, I kissed and licked the slight crease that is under her breast. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Switching to her right breast, I repeated the procedure only in reverse, starting at the crease and ending at her nipple. I started to kiss down across her ribs but she grabbed my face and pulled me back upward. "I don't think I could handle where you're heading right now. Anyway I want you inside me," she said in a low halting voice. I moved so I was between her parted legs, which she lifted and wrapped, around my lower waist. Her arms were tightly wrapped around my upper back and shoulders. I slowly slid my hardness up and down the trench of her sex, marveling at the warmth and wetness. As her breathing got stronger, I moved in longer, more forceful strokes. On one backward stroke, she wiggled and lifted herself higher with her strong legs. I entered her open, drenched vagina in one long, hard thrust. She let out a long groaning breath, wiggled her heels down around my ass, and pulled me tightly and ever more deeply into her hot wetness. She ground herself against me. A few moments later, a shutter ran through out her body. When she relaxed slightly, I started to make long slow strokes. At the top of each thrust, she would lift and tilt her pelvis to meet me. We were spiraling higher and higher. I had increased the speed and strength of each penetration as Jerry whispered, "Harder." I could feel Jerry nearing her peak; I was trying to hold mine back to match her. I lost control and came deep inside her, which tripped her over the edge. We held each other tightly as we trembled and shuttered through another overwhelming orgasm. When we calmed and were once again under control, we rolled over on our sides and just held each other enjoying the afterglow of good sex. Relishing the pleasure, we had shared, luxuriating in the feel of our hearts beating against each other. I don't know if we dozed off or not. Jerry stirred and I gave a small jerk as the train whistle broke the calm of the night. It was a little ways away, heading into town. Jerry started to roll away from me but I held her tight. "Where are you going?" I asked. She looked into my eyes and grinned. "The other end of the sand bar so I can wave at the engineer. I'm feeling sexy and very naughty. I feel like giving all three of us a thrill." I looked at her hard. "You'll probably cause a train wreck. That engineer will see a beautiful, sexy woman, with that well fucked look, running around on this sand bar and slam on the brakes to get a better view. Or you'll shock him into a heart attack and we'll have a run away train going through town." I laughed at her mock pouting expression. Suddenly I released her as the whistle blew again, closer. "Go!" I said. As she got up and started to walk down the sand bar, I gave her a long wolf whistle. This made her swing her ass more. Damn, she looked sexy and sensuous. I called out to her, "Want me to get the flashlight so you can have a spot light?" She spun around. "You wouldn't dare!" When I got up and walked toward the boat, she said sharply. "Chris! You wouldn't, would you? The moonlight is one thing but that light is bright. He'll be able to see everything." When I turned with the light in my hand, she started to walk back toward me. "No, you don't," I said snapping on the light. The beam caught her fully, lighting her whole body. She froze. I snapped the light off. "Move farther out toward the end of the bar." She cocked her head and looked at me. The whistle blew, very close. She grinned and hurried to the very end of the dry sand. The train was close enough that the very bright, swiveling light was starting to flash through the trees. I hadn't thought about the train light and neither had Jerry. I chuckled to myself, knowing what was going to happen. I replaced the flashlight in boat and moved back to the towels to watch the show. The trestle is about fifty yards long. The train was moving slowly, about fifteen miles an hour. There is a thick line of trees on each side of the river. When the front of the train cleared the tree line, Jerry was washed in light as bright as day. She froze for moment with a started look on her pretty face. Then with a big grin, she stood and waved at the dark cab of the train. When it was about half way across, she laid down on the sand, spread her leg wide, and rubbed her hand up and down over her sex until the train light was extinguished by the trees on the far bank. When darkness returned I couldn't see for a few minutes. Jerry was still lying on the sand when my night vision returned. I walked toward her. As I got closer, I could see she was still rubbing herself. I hurried forward to kneel between her spread legs. I moved her hand and replaced it with my tongue. As I took that first long lick from her opening to her clit, she groaned loudly and lifted her hips. I cupped her ass cheeks, one in each hand and held her up. I continued to make long gentle sweeps with my tongue from her tight puckered anus to her clit. From time to time, I could feel her body shake and shutter. Mostly when I would very lightly flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit or when I buried it deeply in her hot, dripping hole. When I dropped lower to lightly ream her ass hole she jerked and groaned a long low moan, her hips jerking and bucking. I continued until she wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled my head away from her sex. She lay there breathing hard, still holding me by my hair. My cheek was resting on her rising and falling stomach. Slowly her fingers released my hair. She absently stroked my hair with one hand and my face with the other. The one she caressed my face with was the same one she had rubbed herself with. Her smell was all over it. I kissed and licked it any time it got close enough. When she removed her hands and stretched, I sat back on my heels and looked down at her. She had this faint, self-gratified smile on her face and a sleepy, sultry look in her eyes. She was all women and totally satisfied with herself and her sexuality. I smiled at her happiness and the part I had played in it. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. A large smile lit up her face. "You look like the pussy cat that ate the canary," I said jokingly. Although there was a lot of truth in the statement. She grinned and replied, "You've got it backwards. I feel like the canary that had her pussy ate. Feathers and all." We both laughed. She put out her hand for me to help her up. When we were both standing, she hugged me tightly. I hugged her and brushed at the sand on her back until she relaxed and stepped back. I leaned over for a light kiss on the lips. As we turned to walk toward the towels, hand in hand, she said, "I think we need to take a swim and clean up. I've got sand everywhere and you taste and smell like me." We changed directions slightly and waded into the water near the floats. The sand drops off sharply so we only went far enough to squat and get wet to my chest, her shoulders. I dipped my head under and rubbed at my face, then over the rest of my body. Jerry took care of the rinse but had problems getting the sand out of her hair. I turned her and leaned her back toward me, using my hands and fingers to work and comb her hair until most of the sand was gone. When we got out of the water and headed for the towels, it was almost cold. The wind had drop off to near nothing, which helped. I glanced up at the moon, which was nearly overhead. I wondered what time it was and then realized I really didn't care. I picked up one of the towels, walked a short distance away, and shook as much sand off as I could. Handing it to Jerry, I said, "Here wrap up in this. We'll go sit on the floats." She grabbed the small cooler and the cigarettes before walking back to the floats. I shook out the other towel and wrapped it around my waist. Jerry was sitting on a float, leaning back against the backrest, with one foot on either side. I moved the other float until it faced the opposite direction and started to sit as she was. "Hey, take that towel off. It looks like a dress and this beach is nude only tonight," she said with a laugh. I chuckled as I removed the towel and sat down to wrap it around my shoulders. She handed me a lit cigarette. I took a long drag before opening the cooler for a pair of beers. We sat sipping and smoking in the quiet night, completely relaxed and at peace with each other's silence. Shortly after we finished our smokes, Jerry yawned, which made me do the same. We both chuckled. "I think we're both worn out. Not as young as we used to be." I observed. "Hey, speak for yourself," Jerry shot back. After a short pause, she said softly. "I didn't comprehend how bright that light was going to be until it was too late." Again a pause. "After I started waving, I realized I wanted to do something I'd only fantasized about. That's when I laid down, spread my legs, and started to masturbate. I hope you don't think badly of me. I got so hot, so fast I couldn't stop. I was so happy when you joined me. The first touch of your hot tongue got me off. Then it kept me going and going, or rather coming and coming. I was to the point of continuous small orgasms until your tongue started to circle and tickle my ass hole. That blew me away. God, it was heavenly." I was looking at her smiling. When she finished, I said, "You surprised me, that's for sure. I figured out the light just seconds before it cleared the trees. I was fairly sure you would take off running back over here under the bridge. When you started to wave I thought, all right, you're letting your little streak of exhibitionism louse." I paused to sip my beer. "When you laid down and spread your legs, you again surprised me. When you started to rub yourself, it blew me away. You are normally too shy to do that even in front of me. Maybe a little when I'm occupied behind you, doggie style, or licking your taste treat. But not just by yourself when I'm watching." I took another long pull on my beer, finishing it. "As for thinking bad of you, no way. As I said, surprised. Defiantly, yes. Stimulated and turned on, damn, straight. Me seeing you laying out there in all your glory, doing what you were doing was a big turn on. The thought that maybe someone else was watching was also turning me on. That it was doing the same for you is not a revelation to me. I know you are a closet exhibitionist. You get a thrill out of it and it doesn't hurt anyone or anything." Jerry looked at me for a long time not saying anything, just sipping on her beer. I lit a pair of cigarettes and hand her one. "It really turns you on when I play with myself or flash someone." She asked, shyly. I nodded and grinned at her. "I didn't realize that. I wished I would have known it long ago. It turns me on, really hard, down deep inside. The act excites me and the other person's reaction excites me more." I could see her thinking. After a while, she sat up and flipped the dead cigarette away into the dark, chuckling to herself. I asked what was so funny and she replied, "If I'd known this, I would have done it more around you and not just by myself. I thought there was something wrong with me and you would be mad." I moved over next to her and took her in my arms. I softly kissed her lips and face. Still holding her, I said, "There's nothing wrong with you, I love you, so very, very much. There's no way I could be mad at you." I paused to think about what she had said. "Just where all have you been flashing people and how much?" I asked, with a laugh, as it sank in, just what she had said. She hugged me tight and hid her head against my chest. "Well." She paused. "Well." She paused again. "Would you believe, anytime I'm out of town and every chance I get?" I chuckled. "You brazen little hussy, you. Give me an example." "You're really not mad." She asked with disbelief in her voice. I shook my head and she continued. "Well, like the other day when I went to Austin to shop for this bikini. I wore a short skirt and a peasant blouse; I had on my bra and panties when I left the house. There's that rest area about ten miles out of town. I pulled over there, just off the edge of the road. I hiked up my skirt and removed my panties, putting them in the console. But I waited until there was a lone semi truck headed toward me before I lowered my blouse and removed my bra. I didn't even attempt to pull it up until he was well by. I loved it when he blew that air horn long and loud." She finished with a giggle. I prompted her to go on. She sat back from me and ran her hands over her breasts and nipples. Pinching first one nipple, then the other between her thumb and forefinger. "That horn made my breasts tingle and my nipples were so hard they hurt. I slipped my arms back into the sleeves of the blouse and pulled it just barely up over my nipples. I put my left foot up on the dash and slid down in the seat slightly. That, with the way I arranged my skirt brought my damp pussy into full view of anyone in a taller car than mine." She paused a moment looking at me. I was watching her left hand caressing her right breast and her right hand rubbing across the tops of her thighs and belly. "Why don't you lean back in that seat and get more comfortable," I suggested. She smiled and then grinned back at me as she did so. "I pulled out onto the highway and set the cruise control for about five miles an hour under the speed limit. That's a divided highway with a wide center section. I didn't worry about the traffic over there but I kept a close eye on the trucks and large cars coming up behind me. If I didn't like the looks of it or there were old people or kids, I just dropped my foot to the floor and I was covered. If there was a guy or sometimes even if there was a girl in the passenger seat, I just continued to drive, hoping they would look down. Of course, I couldn't see while they were beside me but once they were past, I could tell if they were looking. They would still be turned trying to see more. Sometimes they would slow down and match speed with me for a while. If they did I would drop my left hand down and finger myself as long as they were beside me." "Most of the time other traffic would move them along before I came, but not always. According to how horny I was. If they came back after traffic had moved them along or I had come, I would just drop my foot, cover up, and continue to drive. They usually went on about their business after a few minutes of no show." "If I had a nice orgasm, I'd usually just drive on all prime and proper after they left. If not, I would get back in position and wait on the next truck or car with a passenger I liked. The other day it was a late model pickup, a guy was driving with a girl on the passenger side. She was probable my age. They were moving up behind me fairly fast, and pulled out to go around. As they got along side and started to move by, I saw her staring out the window. The truck slowed and matched speed; I dropped my hand in my lap and spread my legs as wide as I could. There wasn't much traffic so I reached a quick orgasm and kept on masturbating. The thought that it was a girl watching was even more stimulating. Shortly I reached a second orgasm." She paused as she came on her fingers. Her eyes had been shut as she remembered the events. Her eyes opened, fluttered a few times, and settled on my face. Then her eyes snapped down to my hand moving slowly up and down over my lap. She licked her lips and said, "Don't waste that. I still have plans for it." She grinned up at me and winked. "Damn, all of a sudden I feel so free and uninhibited. We should have found this out a long time ago. But let me finish what I was telling you." She paused and then went on. "After the second orgasm I put my foot on the floor and pulled my dress down. The truck stayed where it was for a few moments then pulled ahead and over in front of me. The girl turned around in the seat and started to lick and suck her fingers. Then she turned back around and leaned forward on the dash. She climbed up on the seat and raised her bare rear end into view. I could see her wet pussy as one of her hands reached up to finger it. She did this until another car got too close. She sat back down and looked back at me again. She raised one hand and stuffed a finger into her mouth to suck on. Then she turned and stuck two fingers into the guy driving mouth. He raised his hand and waved at me. Knowing he could see me in the rear view mirror, I reached up, uncover my breasts, and tweaked my nipples. He waved again as they drove off. I covered up and drove on into Austin." All the time Jerry was talking, she never took her eyes off my hand and the hard shaft it was slowly stroking. Now she leaned over, licked the clear drop of fluid off the tip, and swirled her tongue around the swollen head once. I was forced to let a low moan escape my lips as she ran her warm, wet, slick tongue around and over the entire dick sticking above my fist. With a quick kiss to the very end of the head, she sat back up, grinning. The River, A Night Float "You like that, do you? Well, if you're a good boy you might get some more." She looked up at the moon and over toward the main bridge. I glanced over that way myself. "It must be pretty late, the moons high and there's no traffic on the bridge. I wonder if there's anyone at the launch ramp at this hour." I looked around to find her again staring at my manhood. She looked up at me and smiled a big smile. "How about if we go ahead and finish the float to the launch ramp naked. I'll even take good care of that on the way. If there's any indication that there is anyone there, we'll just get off in the water and climb into our suits. What do you say?" "Sounds great to me except for one thing. Once we get close enough to the ramp to see if anyone is there, it's too deep to touch bottom and stop long enough to get dressed. Unless we float past and stop at the sand bar below. It'll be a hard paddle back, though." "Well, I'm game if you are," she said. ***** We checked the rubber boat and made sure everything was ready. I even got her t-shirt out of the cooler and tied it around the handle of the big cooler. She arranged our suits so they would be easy to find and get into. She had me hold her float while she got on. She wanted to lie on her stomach with her feet at the chair end. I held onto her float while I launched the boat and settled in my chair. As soon as we were adrift, Jerry maneuvered her float to the end of mine and had me place one leg off each side. She pressed the end of mine down under hers. Grabbing a hold on my thighs, she worked her float until her head was above my mid thigh. Then she wiggled forward until her head was above my lap. "Just right," she said as her left hand grasped my semi-ridged member. Her right hand slipped forward to cup and squeeze my balls gently. She started to lick my shaft from her hand to the tip of the head as though it was an ice cream cone. I could feel myself growing and hardening in her soft hand. Only when I was completely hard did she slip the head into her warm mouth. Her tongue was working over and around the sensitive head, as her lips worked and worried at the shaft. Her fingers were alternately tickling and rolling my balls. Slowly she began to bob her head up and down, taking a little bit more of me into her mouth on each movement. Both her hands were slowly working counterpoint to her mouth. I knew I would not last long, it just felt too good. By the time, the head of my manhood touched the back of her throat I was well past the point of no return. She had well over two thirds of me in her warm, wet, sweetly sucking mouth. I could feel my stomach tense and my balls drawing up. So could she, so she sucked harder and faster. Taking even more of me in as her head bobbed down. I could feel my cum starting to move deep in my shaft and shoot upward. All I could do was moan a long drawn out. "Oh." Jerry never quite moving and sucking as I came and came again. Only when the flow was over did she let up. And then she continued to suck greedily at the very head, running her tongue around and around the wide flange. That is by far the best part of a blowjob, when the lady swallows and continues to work on the head. It draws the pleasure out for a far longer time and makes it more intense. As I finally quite jerking and twitching, Jerry released me from her lips but slowly, almost reluctantly. I lay there completely drained until I heard Jerry giggle and then laugh. My eyes snapped open to stare at a light on a pole. I quickly looked around. We were beached just off to one side of the launch ramp. Actually below it. The breakwater above had curved us around and into the backwater below. Luckily, there was no one around. How long had Jerry been sucking me? It's a pretty fair distance from the railroad bridge, under the main street bridge, to here. Jerry was paddling us toward the ramp. I helped. The light above wasn't very bright but anyone driving or walking down the ramp could not miss seeing us. Also, we were in plan view from the main bridge above us. When we hit the ramp, we both jumped off the floats and pulled them out of the water. I grabbed the rope and dragged the boat along behind us as we hurriedly walked under the large tree growing in the middle of the ramp. At least we were out of sight from the bridge. We were both giggling and grinning as we put on our bathing suit bottoms. Jerry grabbed her t-shirt and slipped it over her head. Once she had it on, I grabbed her and picked her up in my arms, spinning us around and around. We were both laughing. As I started to get dizzy, I stopped and swung her back to the ground. I didn't let go of her but hugged her to me tightly. When I relaxed my grip, she leaned back so I could kiss her, and kiss her I did. When the kiss ended, I continued to hold her gently. "Earlier you said I tasted like you, well, now you taste like me." Jerry's voice reverberated against my chest. "Well, I should. From the way you were coming, I thought you were pumping gas. By the gallon. All I can say is. Yummy, yummy, good for the tummy." She finished with a laugh. "Well, it's your fault. I've never had such an uninhibited blowjob in my life. You were putting your heart and soul into it. Not to mention your mouth and hands. Wow! Is all I can say, and it doesn't even come close. The only other thing I can say is I love you. I love you so very much." We stood hugging each other for a long time. Only lights in the parking lot above separated us. Whoever it was did not drive down onto the ramp but left. I got Jerry's keys and went for her truck. We loaded the floats and boat popping the plugs so they would deflate and tying them down so they wouldn't blow out. As we drove upward to the parking lot above, Jerry giggled and told me to stop. As I reached level ground, I did. She scooted forward on the seat and removed her bikini bottom. Sliding over next to me, she placed her right leg up on the dash. She slid the hem of the tee shirt up until her bare pussy was in view. She reached down between my legs and rubbed at my soft manhood through my brief suit. "Now I'm ready. Let's ride around a little before we head home." The beginning... The River Boat Nelle awoke with a start. Her heart was thumping and her throat was parched. It was a hot sweaty night. Nelle and her two children Cole, 20 and Marie, 18 were slowly making their way down the Congo River. They were to have been joined by Edward the husband and father of the family. This entire trip was his idea and then he was swept away on business. Nelle sighed and arose from the damp bedsheets. Her naked body glistened with sweat, her plump breasts jiggling softly as she walked to the dresser. She reached out for the bottle of water and groaned and threw the empty bottle to the floor. Nelle ran her fingers through her damp dark brown hair. Looking to her right she spotted the elixir she had bought with the kids while visiting the last port. The man who sold it to her had said it was very strong and led one to much pleasure. Nelle wasn't quite sure what he had meant when he accented pleasure but she was too thirsty to think about it now. She unscrewed the top and downed some of the drink in one eager gulp. Immediately Nelle's body began to tingle. She set the drink down and turned her body to the full-length mirror. She moaned softly as her body glistened in the moonlight. Her hands ran down between her legs as she felt an itch growing from within. Nelle closed her eyes and sighed softly as she slid a finger inside her horny eager cunt. Her body tingled with excitement as she added yet another finger to her pulsating snatch. Sweat dripped down from her upper lip, which she cleaned easily with her tongue. Nelle groaned with want as she drove her fingers harder and harder into her own cunt. "What's got into me?" she asked. Finally she felt the familiar stirrings tremble in her cunt as she began to orgasm over her own fingers. Bringing them up to her mouth she slowly cleansed her fingers of her sexy juices. However this only made the craving from within increase. Turning back to the bottle she read the back: "Drink to ensure sexual arousal and experience powerful orgasms for hours on end" It said. Nelle groaned, "What have I got myself into?" she asked. Nelle fell back onto her bed. Her hands traveling up to her pert nipples as she tweaked them happily. "Maybe a quick cold shower will help," she reasoned silently. Standing up under weak knees Nelle crept slowly out of her room onto the wooden deck. She cursed her husband for renting such a large houseboat, her room was on the opposite side of the bathroom. As Nelle slowly crept towards the bathroom she passed by the open door of her son Cole. Stopping suddenly she took in the sight before her. Her son, like herself was hot. He slept naked with the blanket damp and strewn apart. Nelle knew she should continue on but the stirrings from her throbbing cunt told her otherwise. Her eyes traveled to the meaty penis between his legs. He must have been having an erotic dream, as he was semi-erect. Once more Nelle's hand traveled down to her cunt. Stepping inside her son's room she slowly walked up to his bed. Nelle closed her eyes and groaned once more as her juices began to flow down her tanned thighs. Furiously fucking her own cunt, as she stood not more than a foot from the largest cock she had ever laid eyes on. Nelle opened her eyes as she heard Cole groan. His cock started to grow even more but he did not yet wake. The itch all consuming Nelle moved down to the bed. Her hands on either side of her son's powerful body she began to lick his meaty shaft. Lightly at first but unable to control her craving she had soon devoured her son's entire cock. Cole groaned. His cock felt so hot, so wet. In his dream he was fucking his mother deep and hard on her bed. She was on all fours begging for more as he pounded into her cunt. He groaned again as he felt the administrations on his penis. It felt so real. Opening his eyes with a start he looked down at his mother with his cock fully impaled in her mouth. "Mom?!" he asked hoarsely. Nelle looked up. "MMMmmm yes honey, I'm sorry but I couldn't help myself. I have a burning in my loins and when I saw your gorgeous piece of cock, I couldn't contain myself." She moaned. Cole smiled, "That's ok mom....I want it......god how I want it," he said as his head fell back onto the pillow. Nelle couldn't believe her ears. Her son ACTUALLY wanted this. She groaned hornily and went back to sucking the magnificent cock in front of her. Her tongue swirled around his cock as he continuously went deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. Her soft sexy hands held onto the bed tightly as she inhaled the indestructible hard-on deep down her throat. Cole's cock began to throb itself. He groaned aloud as he watched his mother deep-throat his cock. His eyes fluttered as he began to slowly thrust into her mouth adding to the friction as she eagerly sucked his rock-solid hard-on. Finally, without warning, orgasm shot through his body and he yelled out just before he coated his mother's throat with his hot salty cum. Her eyes bugged out in surprise as her son exploded in her mouth. Nelle loved the taste of cum and recovered quickly as she began to milk her son's hot cock. Cole groaned as his mother finished his cock off. Pumping up into her as she drank every drop of his cum. "Mmm Cole, you have a magnificent cock!" she exclaimed as she lifted her mouth from his cock. "And you suck heavenly mom," Cole answered weakly. Nelle grinned, proud of her cock-sucking abilities. "Cole? I seem to have quite a problem tonight. I woke up and drank that elixir we bought earlier today and I don't think my pussy will stop watering until its been sufficiently stuffed with cock......and with you having such a wonderful cock I was hoping you could help mommy out," she asked. Cole grinned. His fantasy was slowly coming true. "Get up here you horny cunt," he said simply as his mother quickly scampered up his bed. Cole looked at his mother. Her chest heaved with excitement as her cunt drooled with want. Her tanned body glistened with sweat, as her normally soft and wavy hair was drenched with sweat. Nelle looked at her son who was quickly becoming a man. His cock had to be at least 9 inches! Like her he was tanned and his chest exhaled with excitement. His eyes glistening with lust. Cole lifted himself up so that he straddled his mother's juicy cunt. He ran his shaft along her horny slit, making both of them moan loudly. "Please Cole.....FUCK ME!" Nelle begged. Cole groaned and sank down into his mother's warm hot cunt. Cole watched as inch by inch his cock disappeared past the warm folds of his mother's juicy cunt. Nelle moaned in satisfaction even now that she had more cock in her than ever before. "Yes Cole, that's it.....now fuck me.......FUCK ME," she encouraged once more. Cole grunted and started to fuck his mother. Thrusting down into her quivering sweaty mound. Slowly at first but with each thrust he began to sink a level deeper and fuck her a little harder. Nelle moaned happily as her son began to royally fuck her itching twat. Moving her hips up from the bed she began to grind up into him as he thrust down into her, meeting every thrust with one of her own. Cole felt his mother pushing up to meet him. He felt her cunt muscles gripping tightly onto his cock. His hands moved down to his mother's hips. Holding them tightly he began to pump harder and harder into her. The bed began to lightly shake as son rode mother. Their tanned sweaty bodies illuminated under the moonlight. Bed sheets stuck to Nelle's body as Cole's powerful thrusts propelled her back into the mattress. With every hard thrust Nelle gave, her son Cole pounded doubly down into his mother. Animal instinct took over as Cole's body began to rub against his mother's. His hands on her shoulders as he drove his cock deeply up her watering mound. With his cock firmly embedded in his mother's cunt Cole ran his tongue slowly along his mother's taunt stomach. Licking the sweat as he continued to one of her full round breasts. He began to suck like a newborn baby while he fucked her like a man. There was no space between their bodies as he pounded down into her tight cunt. "Yes Cole....Mmmm fuck mommy good....god yes....you are so big....so good.....suck on my tits....just don't stop fucking me honey...." she groaned dazily. Cole could barely hear his mother. He sucked happily on her nipples as he rode her hot tight cunt. Moving up off from her tits he began to kiss the nape of her neck. He continued to fuck her, picking up the pace as his balls began to boil. Slamming down into her with reckless abandon. Nelle's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her son started to finish her off. The pleasure rippled through her body as she experienced an earth-shaking orgasm. Cole felt his mother clench his shaft like an iron fist. Her cunt began to pump his cock as he continued to push down into her. Finally after holding out for longer than he thought he would, Cole exploded. "FUCK yes.....take it mom....take it all.....fucking hell take it" he groaned. Nelle's lips curled into a smile as she felt her son's sperm gush into her. She worked her cunt on his cock, milking him of his entire salty treat. Nelle groaned, "Mmm yes Cole that was heavenly. Finish me off please. Put that fat cock of yours all the way up mommy's asshole and give her shitter a fucking worthy of that gorgeous cock!" she exclaimed. Cole smiled and slowly exited his mother's inviting cunt. Rubbing her tight asshole with his finger he mixed in both of their cum around her ring before plowing down into her. Nelle moaned in utter satisfaction. She had never done something like this before. She never let Edward fuck her asshole and yet she had just begged her son to do so without even thinking. Cole began to furiously fuck his mother's extremely tight asshole. He knew he wouldn't last long with what they'd already done and was surprised he'd been able to get it up after taking his mother's sopping pussy. Nelle lifted her hips allowing better access to her ass as Cole thrust hard into it. Pistoning into her like a jackhammer as Nelle's ass muscles worked his cock masterfully. Cole grunted deeply as he pounded into his mom's hot ass. Grinding harder and deeper with each stroke. He felt his balls slapping against her sweaty form as his cock was about three-quarters inside of her. Nelle gave up and experienced her final orgasm of the night as Cole blew his nuts deep in his mother's plump ass. Cole's thrusts started to slow down as both mother and son began to tire from their actions. For the first time since Nelle had drank the potent elixir she was fully satisfied. Cole slumped down on his mother's bosom as they fell asleep his cock still fully embedded in her hot ass. Nelle woke up around 8am and silently exited her son's bedroom. His cum (that which was not deposited in her cunt) was crusted around the outside of her cunt and when Nelle returned to her room Nelle took great pleasure is cleaning herself up. Nelle fell back upon her bed. Her heart raced as she thought of what she'd done last night. Not only had she rubbed her cunt outside of her son's bedroom but she had also given him the blowjob of his life and begged him to fuck both her cunt and asshole. What turned Nelle on even more was the fact she wanted more. Cole woke up horny and happy. A smile came to his mouth as he looked at all the dried cum on his bedsheets. Part of his fantasy had come true. Now the only thing standing in his way was bedding his sister. Nelle and Cole were able to control themselves for the most part for the entire morning. Nelle made sure to sit next to her son at the breakfast table and rubbed her silky thigh against his. Around 2 o'clock in the afternoon Cole walked up to the bow of the river houseboat. His sister Marie was taking a mid-afternoon nap and he was looking for some easy pussy courtesy of his mother. Nelle lay on a deck chair wearing the skimpiest bikini she could find. Her gorgeous breasts practically spilling out of her top. "Hello mommy," said Cole sarcastically. Nelle rose with a start. Her cunt already twitching at the sound of her son's voice. She turned around with a giant smile on her face. "Hello Cole," she answered meekly. "Marie is taking a nap so I thought I'd show my mommy I can fuck her just as good in the heat of the day as I can in the heat of the night," Cole said hornily. Nelle smiled, "Please do....there is not a woman on earth that wouldn't want a piece of that cockmeat hanging between your legs," she responded throatily. Cole smiled, "Get on all fours cunt," he commanded. Nelle cooed with excitement as she slithered off the deckchair and onto the deck, her cunt watering inside her skimpy bikini. Cole moved up close to his mother and undid her top. Nelle's breasts sprung free and swung sexily as his fingers traced down to her cunt. Cole's fingers slipped under her bikini bottoms and pulled them down to her knees as he sniffed her horny cunt. He pressed his face extremely close to her womanhood and ran his nose along her cunt, snuffling deeply the entire way. His hands went to her asscheeks and he spread them as ran his tongue slowly along her sexy slit. Smiling he whispered in her ear, "Mmm it smells and tastes just perfect to fuck." Nelle shivered as her son looked upon her as a fine piece of pussymeat. "Mmm yes Cole...mommy's still a little tender from last night so make sure you fuck her good and hard," she moaned. Cole moved back as his hands took hold of her hips and he thrust mightily into her gushing cunt. Cole groaned with satisfaction as his cock entered his mother for the second time in twelve hours. Nelle looked over her shoulder in fascination and watched as her son mightily fucked into her wanting pussy. Humping back upon him mother and son soon found a pleasurable rhythm. Cole groaned as his mother began to fuck him back. She was even better than last night. His hands held onto her sexy body as he fucked her like a dog. Grunting as he continued each thrust with one as hard or harder than the last. Nelle's cunt gripped Cole's cock tightly as he fucked her. "God he's so much better than Edward.....how am I ever going to be able to keep my composure around him again....always wanting to service his gorgeous cock..." she thought to herself. Cole's lip curled as he propelled deeper and deeper into her cunt. Fucking her hard and deep. Nelle felt herself about to orgasm once more and began to pick up the pace. Cole sensed his mother's need and began to pick up the pace himself, fucking down into her harder and harder and harder. FUCKING her like she deserved to be. Marie lay in bed. She couldn't sleep. It was just too humid. "Maybe I can ask mom to stop the boat so we can take a dip or something," she asked aloud. Standing up Marie made her way up to the bow. As she neared the deck she heard moans becoming louder and louder as she reached the front of the boat. Finally she reached the bow and gasped as she saw her mother on all fours with her big brother fucking into her like a common whore. "That's it Cole....fuck me.....finish me....shoot your wad deep in mommy's twat....fuck me like I need it.....I always need it...always need your cock," she moaned. Marie's jaw dropped as she watched the lewd scene before her. How could her mother fuck her son? As much as she wanted to turn away, she couldn't. As much as the thought of incest revolted her Marie could not drive the powerful surge of lust that shot from her brain down to her groin. Marie and Cole were exceptionally close. Now as she watched her big brother fuck her mother with his monster cock she couldn't help but feel jealous. Marie continued to watch as her mother fell to her elbows as Cole fucked her deep and hard. She watched as her mother shuddered and slumped down to the deck as Cole emptied his cock inside her bare twat. Cole moaned as he finished cumming inside his mother's cunt. "I'm not gonna knock you up, am I mom?" he asked. Nelle's heart skipped a beat for a second. "Oh my god! When your father said he wasn't coming and said we would meet up with him later I stopped taking the pill! That was close to 4 weeks ago!" she said. Cole smiled, "I dunno mom...the idea of knocking you up gets me so fucking hard." Nelle smiled, "I can feel that son....maybe I'm sick but the idea gets my furnace burning too." Marie groaned as she listened to her mother and brother talk about her getting pregnant. It was too much for her cunt to take and she decided to go back to her room to relieve her burning desires. As Marie turned to walk away a floorboard creaked which caused Nelle and Cole to look up with a start. "MARIE!" gasped Nelle nervously. Marie sucked in her breath as the world stopped for what seemed like hours. "Mom I...." she started as her voice trailed off as her brother's cock came into full view. "Marie please....you have to understand....." Nelle started, as she pulled a blanket over her naked body. "Last night I was so hot I drank that special drink we bought at the last port. It makes you horny....VERY horny....I couldn't help myself....I saw Cole and his cock and I was like a woman possessed. Don't turn us in Marie....Cole's cock is so big, so thick....I cant help myself..." she explained. Marie started to speak but couldn't find the words as she continued to gaze at her big brother. Cole walked up to his sister. His cock regaining his hardness as he ran his hand over his sister's chest. "I don't think Marie's going to tell, mom....are you Marie?" Cole said. Marie opened her mouth but found her throat dry....her heart thumped as her brother touched her chest. Slowly she began to shake her head no. Cole continued to touch his sister as his hand went down to her shorts, his hand slipping under the elastic as he began to feel the wet panties of his little sister. "In fact, I think she wants to join us....don't you Marie" Cole said. Once again Marie couldn't find the words to speak to her family as she felt herself slowly submitting to her big brother. Cole smiled, his cock rock hard now as he started to push down his sister's shorts. Nelle groaned as she caught sight of her daughter's soaked panties. "Mmmm Marie, honey...just let him have his way.....you will not be disappointed sweetie," Nelle groaned. Cole moved his body close to his sister's as he began to kiss her on the lips. Marie moaned as her lips came into contact with her brother's. She parted her lips as Cole's tongue slithered into her mouth. Cole moved his hand up her body as he cupped his sister's breast. Cole and Marie kissed passionately as the space between their bodies closed rapidly. Marie wrapped her legs around her brother's hips as she leapt into his arms. Cole held onto his sister as he backed her up against the railing, his hand slithering down her back under her panties as he felt her ass and cunt while kissing her deeply. Nelle lay back with her legs widely spread. Her cunt throbbed madly as she watched her children lock close to each other. Nelle had always suspected something fishy between them, now she was lusting for it. Nelle fingered her cunt as she watched Cole lay his sister on her back. Her hair messed up, her panties literally soaked. Cole straddled his horny sister as he slowly pulled down her panties and exposed her wanting sex. Marie moaned as her brother pulled down her panties. She felt her body quiver as his hands ran up her body and removed her of her tank top. Marie's breasts jiggled free, Cole moved his head down as he began to suck on her tits. "Uggh...yes....fuck me.....FUCK ME COLE!!" groaned Marie as her cunt began to throb relentlessly. "Mmm you asked for it sis...I'm gonna fuck your sexy tight cunt raw," Cole growled. Marie's heart skipped a beat as she heard her brother's words and felt him mounting her with a purpose. The River Boat "God yes Cole....fuck me...please....please....fuck me....fuck your sister, fuck your horny little sister....please.....," she moaned quietly. Cole felt like a man possessed. His hands slithered over his sister's shapely figure, the humidity creating droplets of sweat over her silky smooth skin. Cole looked down at his position over his sister, his cock rubbing against her sex, his twin sister writhing for his cock. Marie felt her buttocks clench as her brother slid his cock slowly into her pussy. Her throat went completely dry as she felt the indescribable pleasure of her virgin fuck. Cole began to thrust slowly as he fucked his sister. Her cunt was much tighter than his mother was and he had yet to burst her cherry. Cole came to a stop as he waited for his sister to adjust. Marie uttered a low groan, as her cunt felt stuffed with cock. The lust for more shook through her body as she thrust her hips up to meet her brother's and become a woman. Cole groaned as his cock entered the depths of his sister's pussy thrusting hard and deep down into her. His hands steadied himself as Cole pounded down into his sister, fucking her hard and deep. Nelle watched with morbid fascination as she watched her two children fuck each other like crazy and wild animals. The lust literally dripping from their bodies as Cole thrust down into his horny willing sister with her thrusting back up to meet him. Marie's breasts jiggled wildly as her body rubbed against the wooden deck. The sun beat down on the siblings as Cole thrust deeper and deeper still into her sexy cunt. His tool 3/4 of the way inside her stretched snatch. "Yes, yes.....YES!" she yelled. "Fuck me....oh god yes.....FUCK ME BROTHER!" she begged. Cole grunted, gripping his sister's shoulders and powered down into her like a jackrabbit as his cock thrust entirely into his sister's animated twat. Cole heard his balls slapping against his sister's sopping pussy as her body rubbed against the boat deck. The slap of his hairy balls against his sister's drooling cunt rang through each family member's ears. "Mmm fuck Marie....you are so tight....fuck me....fuck me like a whore I can see in you...fuck me like you saw mom doing it....like you wanted it...." he goaded. Marie felt a rush as she pushed up and slammed her brother back on the deck. Cole smiled with craving as his sister's breasts hung above him. Her cunt stuffed with his cock as she began to ride it like a wanton whore. Nelle watched as her daughter turned the tables on her son and began to fuck him back as passionately as he had her. Her big sweaty tits swinging back and forth as her pelvis worked hard against his hot rod. Finally after more than an hour of zealous fucking Marie arched her back and yelled out in pleasure as she experienced a long and powerful orgasm. Cole reached his hands up as he gripped his sister's naked sweaty body and let go to his own cravings as he shot his load deep up his sister's twat. Nelle crawled over to her two children. Her naked body excited from the sight she just saw. Her desire for more now completely her own. The craving to have her son embedded in her cunt, the craving to be on her daughter. "Mmm that was wonderful....let's relax for a while you two...we have a lot more time to ourselves," she said. The River by author Fade-into-you This is a beautiful, erotic story written by fade-into-you, who allowed me to alter the lead character, along with a couple of lines, and make it a FF story. He also gave me permission to post it for your enjoyment. The original MF text version can be found here along with the rest of the story. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (11 min/mp3) * * * * *