1 comments/ 100171 views/ 0 favorites Niagara By: zotique "How do you know we're not going to kidnap you and kill you?" she asked me as we got into the back of the van. "You're going to have to rape me first," I said. The day had started in Ottawa Ontario and I was hitching to Niagara Falls to have a look at the legendary sight for the first time. After a number of rides I got stuck on the side of the highway somewhere in the middle of nowhere with traffic going by 60 miles an hour in the hot summer sun and I was starting to get discouraged. Then a Volkswagen van hove into view. I don't know why, but I always got hopeful when I saw a VW van, hoping that it belonged to some sympathetic student or hippie of somebody. Usually it was a family and they drove right by. Not this time. The van with California plates pulled over and I picked up my pack and ran to meet it as the passenger got out to slide the side door open. It was skinny young woman with short reddish hair. I looked on the driver's side and it was a woman with long tawny blonde hair tied back with a blue kerchief. As we got under way, I found out that they had been touring eastern Canada and the states and were heading back to Niagara Falls for the night before crossing the border in the morning to head back to the U.S. I said I was too and they agreed to take me to the falls with them. I can't remember what the skinny one said, but the one with long hair's name was Francesca and that she worked at Ingrid's massage parlour in San Francisco. I told them I had a ticket booked out of Montreal later in the year for Moscow, the Trans-Siberian railway and boat trip to Japan and was killing time waiting for the departure date. It didn't take long to get to the falls, and as it was late afternoon by then, we went for a walk along the rails and admired the falls, making idle chit chat. I was really taking a liking to Francesca. She had that honey-blond American look, a pretty face with a cute button nose, a small but shapely body with all the curves in the right place and a vivacious curious personality. I think they made some kind of dinner, because I don't remember going out to eat, and then we went for another look at the falls in the evening. I remember Francesca took a photo of the falls in the dark with her pathetic little Instamatic and flash and I didn't have the heart to tell her it wouldn't come out. Back at the van, the other woman popped up the top of the van and made herself a bed up there, and it was pretty obvious I was going to be sleeping real close to Francesca. She rolled out her foam mattress on the floor of the van and I rolled out my sleeping bag. That's when she asked me if I wasn't concerned abut being kidnapped. Her friend said goodnight from up top and we stretched out side by side in our respective sleeping bags. I don't know what she was thinking, but it wasn't very long before I got a raging hard on just thinking about this situation. I reached over and touched her, then moved my face over to hers and before you new it we were locked in a deep face sucking kiss, and I was unzipping her sleeping bag and mine at the same time. I slid my hand sup under her t-shirt and fondled her beasts, as she reached down and petted my stomach then reached down and petted my throbbing cock. Oh God! I was so horny I just about came in her hand. I pulled up her shirt and kissed her breasts admiring the hard nipples as I sucked on them in the twinkling light from the streetlamp outside the parking lot. Then I slid my way down her stomach, licking and kissing her stomach, down to her navel, then sliding her panties off and nuzzling in her pubic hair. Her odour was awesome, she smelled so strongly of woman, musky and fragrant and even though there was no hand on my throbbing penis, it was still close to bursting. She held my head though, and wouldn't let me proceed. Maybe she hadn't really bathed well recently, I don't know, but she was reluctant. "Oh, you like that do you?" she said, changing positions with me, taking sliding down my stomach now and taking me in her hot mouth. She enveloped my throbbing cock sucked. It took seconds and I was jerking, bucking, throbbing, coming in her mouth like a mini volcano as she took it all hungrily. "Oohhhh," I groaned, as she lay her head on my thigh as I collapsed, then she slid up and embraced me, kissing me wetly with the viscous remains of my cum on her lips. We kissed and cuddled for a while, and I think I dropped off to sleep for I don't know how long, but then I awoke and reached over and started petting her again. My hard-on regained its strength, particularly when she roused and reached over and took it in her hand, stroking me to a full erection again. She was wet and juicy between her labia now, so I slid over between her legs and reaching down to her hairy pussy, parted the strands of hair found her centre and slid in. "Ahhhh..." I couldn't help myself moaning. She was so hot and wet as her warm vagina surrounded my throbbing meat. It felt so good. She wasn't as tight as the last girl I had slept with, but it didn't matter. Her warm welcoming of my body into hers more than made up for it. We lay still for a moment, enjoying the comfort and warmth of a man and woman together doing what they are meant to do, then started moving together. It was obviously the first time we had fucked, but it didn't matter, it was so natural, such a perfect harmony as if we had been doing it for years, until I felt my come boiling up again, my cock throbbing and demanding release, and we fucked and stroked and thumped on the foam mattress, the slickness and pressure of her vagina deliciously squeezing my cock until I felt the orgasm hit me again, a muscle tensing, full body jolt, then the wave after wave of pleasure as I shot spurt after spurt of hot come into her hot thirsty vagina. Then we collapsed in a heap. In the morning we said good bye and I never saw her again, though she later sent me a nice letter in Japan telling me about her new apartment and her cats. Niagara Falls "Well here it is, everyone!" Brandon announced as we entered the hotel room. I turned on the lights. Brian and Kelley followed us in and dumped their knapsacks on the bed. Kelley stepped quietly into the bathroom and shut the door. The guys went to look the place over. Brian tore open the curtains and tentatively stuck his head out the balcony door. Brandon had his head in the mini fridge. Kelley came out of the bathroom and I smiled at her as I went in to take my turn. The countertop had the 'hotel' look about it. The glasses were made of glass, not plastic. That was classy. A basket of soaps and teenie shampoo bottles was in the corner. It was nice to see that we weren't in a complete dump that didn't provide such things. Done peeing, I wiped off and stood up. Guys just didn't understand why it took twice as long. We girls have to take our pants right down, repack it all when finished, and have to wipe. Brandon didn't have to wipe, I'd watched him. One drunken night at the dorm I had even held it for him at the urinal, shaking it off when he finished. Brandon was still at the fridge. He had pulled it out from the wall and was looking at the back. Inside, it looked like a vending machine. The pop and beer were all in a plastic rack with little hatches that you had to open to get one out. He read to us from the directions card he'd found, "Your selections will be automatically billed to your room." Then he looked at the floor behind. He reached down and tugged on the wires. "That must be what this is for. It's a TV cable going from the fridge into the wall." "Don't break it," I cautioned, sitting on the bed to watch him. He was wiggling the cable where it plugged into the wall jack. A plastic hood kept it from being unscrewed. Brian and Kelley weren't paying any attention. They were French-kissing and groping at each others chests. I could see their tongues out, wiping each others lips. He was vigourously massaging her boobs through her shirt. She in turn was squeezing his butt. "Ew," I started, looking away. "Welcome to Niagara Falls," he said to her. I could hear them pulling each others' clothes off. I looked back. Off came the shirts. Then more kissing. He wasted no time tugging her bra up so her boobs popped out underneath, and started sucking on them as she pulled it over her head. She gave me a quick glance, and bit her lower lip. I hoped that meant they were going to quit. "Um, Brandon, could you leave that for a minute?" He looked up at me, wondering why, then made a shocked look when he saw the other two going at it. He smiled up at me and shrugged. "Well?" I whispered, and rolled my eyes towards Brian and Kelley. They obviously weren't going to stop, she was pulling down the heavy covers from the bed and climbing in. She had lumped the blankets towards the foot of the bed and they were hidden just by the sheet. I got up and headed to the balcony, taking Brandon by the arm. He sure as hell wasn't staying to watch. It was cold out there. We could see our breath when we spoke. We were right across the street from the gorge, just past the tourist zone of Clifton Hill. From the balcony, we could see the American falls diagonally across, and off in the distance could make out the horseshoe falls. Night was coming on now, and it was all lost in the gloom and the misty searchlight beams. Brandon was conciliatory. "I thought we were all okay with this. It's why we agreed to just get one room." "I agreed to one room because it saves so much money, not because I wanted to watch them have sex," I hissed at him, hugging my arms for warmth. "We've watched them have sex before." "I most certainly was not watching them those times, and that was at night, with all the lights off." Brian and Brandon were roommates in the dorm, and sometimes I slept over the same time as Kelley. It was dark and I had made a point of not being loud and noticeable. I went over to Brandon and leaned my back against him, stealing his warmth. He put his arms around me and cupped my breasts. "We are going to have sex, aren't we?" he asked. "Yes, of course." With that, he put his hands up under my shirt. He tugged to get my bra up above my boobs. They popped out below it when he pushed up, and it bunched up near my neck, pulling tight in my armpits. He alternated rolling my nipples between his fingers and squeezing the soft flesh in his hands. There was plenty of flesh for him to grip onto. My tits were some of the largest in school, or at least in my dorm. "Well, I don't think they'll be much longer." He was looking in the window at them. I shot a look in too. With the sheet off now, Kelley was on her back pulling her feet up to her head as Brian pounded away at her. "Ewwww..." I gasped, looking away. I looked out over the gorge. The spray created huge mounds of ice all over the walls of the gorge. "Where are we going for dinner?" "We'll walk up the hill looking for a place." "Far?" "No, just a block that way," he said, pointing upstream towards the falls. "Quit looking at them!" He was still peering into the glass. He was nice and warm and I leaned my head back into his shoulder so I could kiss him. Then the sliding door whooshed open. "Let's go eat, I'm starved," Brian called out. I tugged my bra back into place and headed in. Kelley was fitting her bra back on. Brian was hanging still it all out. I grimaced at him and stepped back. He leered a great toothy grin at me. His prick was hanging straight down, still enlarged and showing its full shape. It was a decent size, I guess. I hadn't been with a lot of guys and so didn't have much to compare it to. I smiled coyly back, unable to take my eyes off it. "Ah, you should have seen it a few minutes ago, it was a real beauty," he bragged. "I'm sure it was impressive." "You'll have to try it out sometime," he said, moving away to get his clothes. I glanced up at Brandon. There was no reaction. I thought he might have been a little upset at the suggestion of his roommate bedding his girl, but there was no hint of that from him. Oh well, I thought. Maybe I'll have to take up the offer sometime. With the room thereby christened, we headed out and made our way uphill through the tourist area. The gaudy glitz of the attractions was marvelous. We laughed and pointed in the windows at the sights. It's like TV commercials set up as shops. At the top of the hill, there were some reasonably priced restaurants, and we went to a nice Italian place near the 'house of nightmares'. Everything was done large around here. The guys went to the horror house next door, and we tagged along to make fun of them making fun of the cheesy effects. We also visited Madame Tussaud's wax museum that night. It was a good time. The chamber of horrors must have been frightful 50 years ago, but I'd seen brutal gore like that on late night TV. Having satisfied their manly urge to show how brave they are, we left the tourist trap and meandered along the riverside parkway towards the falls. The mist climbing up from the waterfall settled in the trees overhead making them icy wet. Car headlights made the branches glister and flash as if they were clustered with diamonds. The mist hung overhead like fog. It was all lit up by the tremendous searchlights that played colors across the curtains of water. We came to a lookout area with those binoculars that you have to put quarters in to look through for a minute. Brandon set his digital camera on its little tripod with the six-inch legs and after a few seconds' pause it beeped to indicate that it had taken a picture. "If I hold the camera, the picture is all blurry. Like this, it sets the exposure long enough that the shots turn out okay. He took a few of the waterfall using that method, then snapped a flash shot of me and Kelley. The railing was supported by these brick columns that made a little 12-inch pedestal at the top. Kelley climbed up onto one of them and smiled down at him. Taking the hint, he took a picture of her up there. "Hey, be careful," Brian warned. The mist lit up all around us when the flash went off. There was about three feet of grass on the other side of the railing before the drop off, so it didn't seem that dangerous. She lifted her left leg and caught it behind her head in her left hand, leaning forward in a dramatic skater's pose. She didn't do yoga or anything, but liked to show off her flexibility. Foom went the flash. "Okay, that's enough, " Brian said, holding up a hand to help her down. "You're going to get in trouble up there like doing that." She jumped down into his embrace and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. We walked along for another five minutes and finally came to the brink of the horseshoe falls. We were right at the edge, but you couldn't see over because the railing was back a dozen feet or so from the drop off. We were only six feet up from the water here, but just steps away it fell 200 feet straight down. Not exactly the grand canyon, but the roar of the water made it seem really impressive. Towards the center of the river were bubbling rapids, but near us the water was inky black right up to the rim of the falls. It was so dark that you could barely tell that the water was moving. It was like an enormous round pit in a black sea, with brightly colored smoke billowing up from it. The water roared. The continuous rumble envisioned within me the great fires of hell roaring and consuming in the vast pit of the foundation of the word. I snuggled into Brandon's chest and dreamed of the enormity of the universe and became a part of it. I was the pit, the canyon, the gorge. The searchlights went green and I was desire. They turned red and I was firey lust. Brandon was scratching was my head through my hair. My back tingled and I felt goosebumps rise all over my scalp. I nuzzled him to let him know that I appreciated it. I moved my lips to his and felt again the same giddy thrill of our first kiss months ago. I was there for him and he was the world to me. And Kelley was giggling. I followed here gaze, and there was Brian a ways farther along pissing through the railing into the river. It arced out and disappeared into the vast darkness. "Don't encourage him", I said. We walked slowly, careful of the wet sidewalk, back in the direction of the hotel. And I staggered slightly too because Brandon's hand was down my pants working his fingers up and down the wet gorge of my pussy. I grabbed his ass and imagined that I was naked in the dark walking along with him. The cool night air whispered down the gap he made in the waistband of my jeans and spurred on these thoughts. I had undone the front button and the fly to make room for him, and held my pants together with my free hand. Some people were coming, so we stopped at the railing for a kiss. "I want to be naked with you," I whispered. "Soon, baby, soon." It was 11:30 when we got into the hotel. Kelley and Brian were pawing all over each other. Once the door was closed, they really went at it, kissing madly, sloppily. His hands were up under her shirt, under her bra, massaging her boobs. She lifted her shirt up over her head and discarded it. They were still in the hallway in front of the bathroom. Then her hands went down to his butt, under his pants, massaging them in the same manner. They mouths slurped at each other, like ravenous kids with ice cream. I took Brandon by the hand and led him to sit on the bed with me. It had to get his eyes off the other two lovers. I gave him a light peck on the lips, and he returned the favor, turning his attention to me. We kissed lightly, tenderly. I gave him a happy smile and a big hug, pleased that he was with me. We slowly undressed each other with plenty of kisses and squeeze titty and pat tushy. When I was just in my bra and panties, I slipped under the covers into the bed. He followed. Kelley had gotten Brian's pants right down, and with one hand was still working at his butt cheeks. The other had latched onto his cock and was pumping it heartily. He had moved one hand down to her crotch under her pants and was plunging in as if he'd lost his car keys somewhere down there. I giggled. Brian smiled now. I guess he was glad that I wasn't upset about their behavior this time. I knew we were going to share that room, and that we would all end up fucking tonight. The earlier incident had just taken me by surprise. We pulled each other's underclothes off. I was on my back, with him on top of me in the classic missionary position, but we were still under the covers. There didn't seem to be any reason to wait or have more foreplay, so I relaxed and accepted him when Brandon took his cock and wormed it into my pussy. I sighed like I always do when the lovemaking part of lovemaking starts. Kelley pulled her face away from Brian and turned around, pulling his prick to her butt and between her legs. He took control, ramming deep into her pussy. "Unhh!" she moaned. She looked over at me, her lips writhing as she stared into my eyes. Brian rode her bottom with abandon, making a slap! slap! slap! noise as he thrust home. "Huh, huh, huh," Kelley softly breathed in rhythm. Brandon leaned close to kiss me, inserting his tongue deep in my mouth. I intertwined mine with his. I could feel my pussy lips flap in and out as he stroked me with his ample cock. I moved my tongue into his mouth in the same rhythm. Glancing at the action on the other bead, I saw Kelley's face pushed down into the mattress, her eyes still intent on me, struggling in her ecstacy to keep them open. With the exertion I was now sweating heavily. I wasn't a novice lover, just shy. I pressed inward with my thigh muscles to tighten the grip of my pussy on his cock during his upward strokes, and thrust up with my pelvis when he came down. It took a bit of concentration to master, but I knew he could feel what I was doing, because he kept his pace slow and steady to match my timing. Our breathing huffed softly in matched rhythm as we worked. I would occasionally utter a quiet squeak or moan of pleasure, just as he gave a regular throaty grunt. We were hot and wet. The sweat was like a river between our bodies. Brandon changed our pattern, and went to sliding horizontally up and down, like a toboggan on my belly. At the top of the motion he would pause and I licked his salty chest while he ground his pubic bone hard into my clit. It was painful, but wonderfully pleasant at the same time. It reminded me of the joyful pain of losing my cherry to him. For the truth was that Brandon was the only boy I had been with. "Aaaaahhhh!" I whispered in anguish. "Aaaaahhhh," again as he repeated the motion. His hands found my tits and squeezed them like two wet sponges. I was distracted then by movement on the other bed. Kelley turned over and sat facing Brian. She turned to face him and scooted up to where she could lean her shoulders on the headboard. He chased up after her and mounted her pussy again. "Unh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." she cried out. From her new position she could watch him pounding into her snatch. She gave short kisses to him, darting her mouth to his face and away. He had both hands on the headboard and the muscles in his arms flexed rigidly as he pulled on it, driving deep and hard into her. I pulled my knees up and wrapped my legs around Brandon's back. I longed to get up like them. I love being on top and watching my lovers body as he expends himself in me, and I love the exhilarating workout of doggy style. I just couldn't bring myself to do it in the open, to be watched by someone else. Brandon changed his movements to match the new position. He stopped thrusting momentarily and oh-so-slowly withdrew until the head of his prick was felt at my pussy lips, then suddenly drove in with all of his speed and power. I knew it was coming, but the shock of it made me squeal every time. "Eeeee!" Long pause while he reloaded his weapon. "Eeeee!" Three short breaths in anticipation. "Eeeee!" I put my hands on his ass to encourage him on, for I was ready to come. He leaned forward with his weight on his elbows and his hands under my shoulders to get a good grip and fucked me in rapid strokes, deep and very, very hard. Kelley and Brian were there too. Her face was contorting, her lips quivering. She had one hand on his shoulder for balance. They both were watching me. I could feel that my face was clenching too, my forehead knotting, as I reached the peak. "OOOOOhhh!" I cried. "Aaagh!" Kelley wailed, her body convulsing. "Ohhh!" "Aaagh!" "Ohhh!" "Aaagh!" "Oooo." "Aaaa." He collapsed in an exhausted heap on top of me, a long wad of drool oozing from his mouth onto my tits, letting me know that he was spent. Brian was acting the nut now. The idiot pulled out right after Kelley's final shuddering cry, and began milking his spooge onto her tits. He stood up so he could make the biggest show of it, grinning at me. It was stringy and hung like a vine a foot long in the air from his dink to her chest. She was too exhausted to make any mention of it. She just smiled weekly in consternation at his antics. He twirled his dick like a lasso, sending droplets flying everywhere. "Ah! Stop it," she said as some landed on her face. She dabbed at it with a corner of the blanket. Brandon rolled over onto the bed beside me, exposing my breasts as the covers slipped down a few inches. Brian leered lecherously. Creep. I cupped my jugs in my hands. Kelley reached over to the remote, which was curiously bolted to the end-table between the beds, and turned on the TV. I sat up, continuing to hide my tits. The others continued to languish naked. "Want beer anyone?" Brandon inquired, cracking open the case. "Of course you do." He proceeded to pass them all around. He waved mine back and forth in front of my face, daring me to expose myself to take it. I deftly moved my right hand to my left tit, keeping the right boob covered with the arm, and took the bottle in my left hand. I smirked. He winked at me and I burst into a smile. These really were good friends and a little teasing was fun. "We aren't going to se your naked bod?" he inquired? "Maybe." I replied, standing up from the bed, heading for the bathroom. My snatch was hidden in the bush. I shaved my legs and crotch to the bikini line, but didn't bother trimming the mound at all. Brandon let out a little whistle and smacked my bottom. His hand stayed to give it a good squeeze. "Ah! Chips and beer," he said, opening the big bag of potato chips. "How about some euchre?" The other two agreed and set up chairs around the little table. I grabbed a t-shirt from my bag on the way to the john. I shut the door and sat naked holding the shirt as I went pee. What were they doing? Was anyone else going to get dressed? I took some tissue and wiped my furry snatch. Would I be the weird one for covering up? I put on the shirt anyway. It was black and said 'Hell Raiser' on the front, with a picture of a girl with devil's horns. I won't wear panties, I thought, so I can still say that I'm baring it. I came out to find Brian in underwear and Kelley in t-shirt, like me. Hers was white and said 'Teen Angel' on the front, with a halo symbol. On the back was pictured two large wings. Brandon was still hanging it all out. They had cards on the table and the first euchre hand already dealt. Beers all around. This was the best of times in my life. Well laid, beers at the ready, and good friends to play cards with. "Who else noticed the Michael Jackson figure in the wax museum?" Brian asked. "I did," Kelley replied. "You bet," from Brandon. "No, I didn't notice, I had to admit. "He was in his sequined jacket, with just one white glove." "And those funky glasses." Niagara Falls' Room With A View When people ask me where I get the ideas for my erotic stories, I give them a simple answer: writing erotica is a little like making Kool Aid. The gem of the idea --- the Kool Aid packet --- is the starting point. Imagination --- the addition of water and sugar --- provides the rest of the final product. Yes, I would love it if each and every word I've written on Literotica was completely true, but to be honest there is a lot of imagination and provocative wishes and desires which enter into the final product. If each and every word that was written on the site were true, people would be kissing, hugging, sucking and spanking in every office, on every golf green and Victoria's Secret dressing room around town. Bedrooms would be packed with a standing room only crown, while parks would be filled with voyeurs watching lovers frolic hours upon end. Is there truth in the stories? Yes. Anywhere from a high of 75 percent and a low of 25 percent. Reality is much different from a fantasy world. Still, there are times when real live occurrences can turn into a sexy rendezvous between loving couples. Such was the case recently when my wife and I visited Niagara Falls. It was Samantha's 45th birthday, and I surprised her with a night at the Marriott Fallsview, a four-star, high-rise hotel that overlooks the Canadian Falls. The view is spectacular, especially at night when both of the American and Canadian falls are illuminated. The various colors cascade, giving an indescribable view of one of the wonders of the world. It was a romantic escape. In the morning we visited the fantastic Butterfly Conservatory, a part of the Niagara Falls, Canada, park district, before checking into the hotel. Later we walked along the falls during the afternoon, rode the incline to the hotel, had an excellent dinner, and then returned to our room to watch the illumination of the falls at dusk. The view was fantastic, and the wine was superb. We made slow, passionate love before falling asleep in each other's arms. For a night we were away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. The following morning we had breakfast in the room before starting to pack. "Hey Sam, I think it's time for your birthday swats," I teased my wife. "Gee, 45 swats are surely going to hurt!" Samantha and I had this ongoing battle of age. I was a year older than her, and several years back she gave me a birthday "spanking". It was fun, not too hard, but as the years went, the red-bun spankings got a little longer. It was good fun. But on this Sunday morning she gave me a sassy look and smiled. "Isn't there some way I can get out of the spanking, Jon?" she cooed. "Of course, honey," I said, glancing down at my growing erection. "I'm reasonable. What did you have in mind?" Samantha didn't say a word, but licked her lips and smiled. "Are you suggesting a blow job, m'dear?" I questioned. "Uh huh," was her reply. I gazed into her eyes, smiling to myself as to how my wonderful wife still had the special way of turning me on. "Well, Sam, that sounds like a deal…but in front of the window. I'd like to look at the Falls while you are doing it." My wife protested at my deal. "No, Jon, someone will see." "No, hon, the windows are tinted, nobody can see in." Well, the windows did have a tint on them. I really didn't think anyone would be able to see in, and heck, if they did look at our seventh floor room what could they possibly see? Nothing in detail, right? My words obviously comforted her, because she took me by the hand and led me over to the floor to ceiling window. We stood, holding each other, admiring the beauty of Niagara Falls. "Thanks for this birthday present, Jon, it was just what I wanted," said Samantha, smiling at me while looking at the diamond pendant which was her birthday gift. "So, is now a good time?" When is it ever not a good time for a blow job? Samantha kneeled in front of me. She looked up into my eyes, unzipping my trousers. She undid my belt buckle, reached behind me and slid my Dockers to the floor. My cock was hardening by the second in my boxers, a feat which did not go un-noticed by my ever so observant wife. "What have we here?" she questioned, looking at the bulge in my underwear. "I think he likes me." I couldn't say a word. My eyes were fixed on her head as she leaned forward. Her lips puckered, and she kissed my cock through the cloth. "Ahhh," was all I could muster. My wife played with my dick through my underwear, stroking my thigh with her other hand. She looked adorable kneeling in front of me, her brunette hair rolling from side to side in time with her head. My cock wanted to explode into the open air, a fact Samantha quickly understood. She reached inside and slipped my dick into the open, then slowly pulled down my boxers until they landed on the floor. There was a time when such actions would have caused me to spurt, but an older guy does need a little more stimulation. That was forthcoming, as Samantha started slowly licking my cock from stem to stern. My cock loved the sensation of her hot breath and loving lips licking all over it, as evidenced by the twitching of my dick against her cheek. Samantha then started performing her patented move, a slow sucking of my cock into her mouth. Now, the only way I can explain her movement is to ask you to think of a python sucking its prey deep into its belly. Sort of a centimeter or two at a time, gradually using only her lips to suck my dick into her mouth. The feeling was fantastic, and she was only halfway down my cock before I nearly blew my load. It's funny, I wanted to cum, but I didn't want the blow job to end either. To stem the tide I looked out at the Falls, I watched the birds flying over the water and I observed the cars driving below. I glanced at the street right next to our hotel, and spotted a couple walking down the street. They were talking, laughing and enjoying the walk. As I backed off from my orgasm, I watched them lean against the railing along the side of the road. Samantha continued to suck my cock as I noticed the man looking directly at our window. He was saying something to his girlfriend, and soon she looked our way. Here I was, getting a royal blow job in the window of the hotel, and apparently the tinting did not block out the view from below. At first my dick started to shrivel, but Samantha's talented mouth quickly allowed it to rise back to the occasion. The woman below shook her head and gave her boyfriend a swat on the arm, while his eyes were transfixed on the show my wife and I were putting on. The man lifted his camera and pointed and clicked. Without my wife realizing it, I moved a little to the side so that her face was in perfect profile to the couple below. The man gave me the "thumbs up" sign and took another photo. I didn't know what got into me, but all of a sudden I had the urge to rock into my wife's willing mouth. Samantha continued sucking as I bucked in and out of her wonderful mouth. She reached behind and began fingering between my ass cheeks, pulling my dick into her mouth. Those actions sent me over the edge, and I soon shot my copious load into her sucking mouth. She continued to suck long after my orgasm subsided, and I slipped back into reality. I opened my eyes and looked down at her, marveling at how she was cleaning my dick off. I looked outside, and the couple was applauding, a fact which drew some attention from a couple more passersby. Not to ruin the occasion --- Samantha would die if she knew we had been observed --- I slowly lifted my pretty wife up and kissed her. I led her to the bed, where we cuddled and kissed some more. The blow job had been incredible, and I was spent. But it wasn't long before my mind wandered back to the realization that we had been watched, and that started my cock stiring once more. "What has gotten into you, Jon," she asked." "Nothing, honey, I just think you are fantastic, even if you are 45," I replied. For the first time in years my cock was at attention just minutes after cumming. We made passionate love for the next hour, only this time we were out of the view of prying eyes from below. Hopefully, photos won't turn up on the internet. Niagara Falls "And still black." "Oh," I said. "I don't really remember what he used to look like. "My dad still plays his music." Kelley said. "Whenever he's been drinking and has eighties festival." "How often's that?" "Usually it's the Saturday morning when he comes off night shift, so that makes it every six weeks. We've had some wild parties those days." "He doesn't head straight to bed?" "No, he says it helps him get used to regular hours, so he just drinks beer or wine and hangs out as long as he can. He passes out early in the afternoon, then gets up at nine or ten for more drinking and a horror movie." Brandon stood up and made a nude Greek-god pose. "Hangs out like this?" I looked away. I didn't need to see his sticky dicky again. "Sometimes, yeah," Kelley said. I was shocked, "Your dad walks around naked?" "Sure, every day after exercising he usually is naked for a while. Gets a beer, watches TV, stuff like that. Not so much when he's having a drinking party though." "So how big is it?" inquired Brandon. "What's it to you," Brian said, breaking up laughing. "Hell, I don't know. I've never seen it hard... Well maybe once or twice." "So do you go around naked too?" Brian asked politely. "Sometimes." She gave a shy little smile. "Let's see it then lass." Brandon wryly suggested in a British accent. Not shy at all, she pulled her shirt off and tossed it on their bed. She had just panties on now, no bra. Her tits were the size of oranges and just as full bodied and perky. "How about you then, Brandon?" she turned to him. He looked at me, and I felt myself blushing crimson. I gave him a cold stare back. "I'm fine thanks." was all he said. Everyone looked at me. "Forget it," I announced, frostily. Maybe if I had tits like hers I'd show them off, but not my massive melons. Mine had sagged since I was in grade eight and was the only girl in school wearing a bra that wasn't just for show but because it was needed. The card game continued for another couple hours or so, and we all got lightly toasted. Heading to bed then, I only took the shirt off when the lights went out. Around three am I drifted up from sleep. There was a soft panting coming from the other bed. The heavy curtains were fully closed, making it extremely dark in the room. The clock radio was the only light, and that was useless. I didn't need to see, however, to know that Brandon and Kelley were at it again. They were being as quiet as they could, with just Kelley's faint rhythmic "ha, ha, ha," coming across. Then a heavy sigh, and more "ha, ha, ha." I wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep now. I weirded me out too much to hear them making love right next to me. I wondered if Brian was awake, so I reached a hand behind me to feel for his body. It landed on his massive organ. Brian was awake, and listening too. He held me tight and kneaded my breasts. I gently stroked his cock with my fingernails. It felt huge, and hard as rock, with the veins making soft ridges around it. My nipples were perking up, and I guided his thing between my butt cheeks, between my legs from behind. He got the idea straight away, and rolled on top of me as I got on my knees and arched my butt into the air a few inches. No, we weren't having anal sex! I'm not that kind of girl. I need plenty of Vaseline first. He found my snatch though, and eased his rod inside. I lay forwards onto my stomach then, and he gently fucked me, kissing my neck and back. I turned my head to kiss him on the lips. I could hear my breath now making a regular "hmf, hmf" sound in my nose, in time with his thrusts. There wasn't really a build-up to my climax. I was dozing lightly, enjoying the sensations, when all of a sudden I was there. I shuddered and clenched my cunt around Brian, cooing and quivering. That got him to the same place, and I felt him shudder. He nibbled my back for a few seconds. I felt between my legs, and a spot the size of my hand was completely soaked. I should have thought of that. I got up and made my way to the bathroom for a quick pee, and brought back a towel to sleep on. I was the first one awake, or at least was the first one to get up. The first order of business was to shower. It wakes me better than coffee. I came out wearing the towel, and took a peek out the window. The view was magnificent. I went onto the balcony. The sun was glistening off the ice which was deeply crusted on the gorge walls. It dazzled and sparkled. Brandon came out then too. "Wow. That's impressive," he said. I dropped the towel off my tits. My grin must have been huge. We were only on the third floor, but there was no traffic in the street, and had just the gorge cliff across from us. He smiled back and shook his head. After giving me a peck on the cheek, he ducked inside and cam back in a jiffy with his digital camera. I smiled even wider, and blushed crimson, but dropped the to the floor and grabbed my tits. He used the flash so I would be properly lit to compete with the shine of the ice. I posed so he could get some shots of my bush. It was nicely shaved landing-strip style. Then a couple shots leaning forward on the rail, still hiding my boobs. I've been self conscious about them since eighth grade when I became the only girl in my class to need a bra. Sure, others wore one, but for me it wasn't for fun and made me different. In eighth grade, different is no good. I headed inside. The other two were still in bed, but Brian was sitting up groping Kelley's tits, and leered at me. That was it then, I dressed as quickly as I could. It seemed dumb now to go into the bathroom to do so, but I turned my back to them. Breakfast was brunch at some restaurant we found up the hill past the museums. Much coffee was required. Much fruit from the salad bar. We went the Hollywood Wax Museum first. It was my choice. There was Marilyn Monroe, standing over the subway vent holding her skirt down. There was Faye Wray, being taken away by King Kong. "Were there any strong women back then?" I wondered. "In the movies I mean." "Is it so bad to be the one needing saved?" Brandon countered. He also moved up behind me and put his arms around my hips. "No, but we sure have come a long way. Nowdays, the girl is just as likely to be the one in charge." "And to be wearing even less clothes." Brandon scratched my crotch over top of my blue jeans. "True, she's isn't dressed all that scantily." "She was, though," Brandon explained. "They didn't tell her the fans were going to blow her skirt up and on the first take everyone found out that she wasn't wearing underpants. They had to shoot it over again." We all laughed at that. Trust Brandon to know all the details. "Guys dress more sexy now too," I offered. "Except for the dicks." Kelley interjected. "How come the girl always shows her boobs off, but we don't get to see the guy's pecker, hunh?" "You see Obi-Wan's tackle in Trainspotting." "And Richard Gere flashes for a split second in Breathless." "Oh, and even Tom Cruise gave a peek of his privates in All The Right Moves." "And there's Terminator." "Yes, that's right, Terminator." "Arnold's package flapping in the breeze." "Maybe it's for the best." "No it's not, I want to see it all." "I can get you fakes from the Internet." "Not the same as in a movie." "Not the same as the real thing." "Who want's some of the real thing?" Anticipating the real thing, we headed off for a romantic walk along the gorge cliff. Much touchy-feely. Much kissy huggy. Back at the hotel, Brian suggested we check out the pool. It was a typical small hotel pool, adjacent to the building, but with a roof so it could run all year. There was a hot tub too, and a sauna. And no people. "Hey, great," Brian said. "We can go naked." He instantly stripped his suit off and dove into the water. Brandon and Kelley weren't so eager. At least they gave shy looks and faced the other way from me when they disrobed and slipped in. I had to join them, but my old concerns about my massive boobs got the best of me. I blushed red and just took off the bikini pants. I skipped the pool and lounged in the hot tub watching the other three cavort about. Brandon did a couple dives, but being just a shallow pool with no diving board it didn't work so well. Next, he just did a cannonball. I wondered how it felt with the water slapping his bare balls when he hit. "How's that feel?" I asked. "Ain't no thing," he said, climbing out to do it again. His package was scrunched up by the shrinkage effect. In bed, the sight of his dick and hairy nuts always turned me on, even when there was no erection, but here it did nothing special for me. It wasn't the shriveled way it looked, but the expectation of what it could do that made me horny just to see it when we preparing to make love. Here at the pool, it was out of place. Resting. Waiting for the right time. He was still sexy to me, but not for his nakedness. The way the water poured off his body as he went up the ladder out of the pool made him look hot. Brian did a cannonball himself. "Nice one," Brandon congratulated him. They then took turns to see who could get the water up the highest. The roof was about 12 feet high, so the water came up just enough to sneeze lightly on it if they made a really good entry. "Sauna with me?" Kelley asked. I nodded and got out to go with her. The men weren't letting this chance go, and followed immediately. Shutting the door, they poured some water on to hot rocks to raise some steam. I suppose you might say it would seat six, but it was comfortable for four. It had dark wood paneling that gave it a romantic aura. It felt good to be there without my bottoms. My big tits made still need my top so they wouldn't stick to my chest where they hung down. Brandon brought his lips lightly to mine, and we nuzzled softly. The other two of course went right at it. Brian spent about two seconds with his hand between Kelley's legs, then got down on the lower ledge so he could suck her crotch with his face. At first he made loud slurping noises to be funny, but she began panting softly and he got serious and proceeded to eat her intently. She stared deep into my eyes, with a shocked kind of look. I locked my gaze back to hers, drinking deep in empathy with her soul. Her feelings were my feelings. Her cunt was my cunt. She had a sort of deer-in-headlights expression of wonder. And my cunt was Brandon's to play with. He fingered it lightly, and ran his fingernails down and up my thighs. He couldn't take his eyes off Kelley either, leaning ever closer across me towards her. She glided forwards, like a statue falling, meeting his mouth. Then she closed her eyes and they kissed. Their lips softly pressed and melted into each other. I was entranced with the same spell. She turned her face to me and met my mouth with those same lips. Her mouth was parted, and our tongues gently pressed. Then Brandon and I kissed, making the triad complete. My heart was pounding heavily in my chest. The heat of the sauna made the flame of our passion overwhelming. We weren't in a place as much as in a feeling. In lust and love and hot flaming hell. Kelley's eyes were twitching and she was moaning softly. She squeaked "oh, oh, ooh," over and over. With that the orgasm was upon her. With a last "eeeh," gasp "eeeh," gasp, "eeeh," gasp, she came, her mouth contorting like a child about to cry. Brian came up for air. He saw the three of us in our reverie, and sputtered, "what happened?" Kelley was breathing deeply now, catching her breath. She climbed down and slowly pushed her way out of the sauna, a little weak in the legs, and jumped into the pool. We followed onto the deck. Kelley was swimming on her back, smiling and happy. She looked at us and laughed. Her nipples were still rock hard. Brian dove in and met her at the side of the pool. She gave him a quick kiss and climbed out. It was time to go. We all put our shorts on and headed up to the room. Brandon and I were all over each other, caressing, hugging, nuzzling. Once there, we had to disrobe again. No one could wait. I led Brandon to the corner beside the window. We were secluded behind the dresser so the other two couldn't see us. And no, I kept the curtains closed. He laid me back into the wall and drove his dick into my gash. I'm only slightly shorter than him, so with him holding one of my legs up, and crouching slightly it worked quite well. We kissed. I like kissing, from little pecks in greeting to long wet smooches with my lover. Looking over the top of the dresser I could see Kelley kneeling on the floor in front of Brian, who was getting his turn in her mouth. I couldn't see her face so I couldn't admire her technique, if you can call it that, but Brian sure liked it. There was no joking or teasing this time. He had his eyes half closed and was breathing slowly, with occasional soft groans. She had her hands up and was giving him a rub down too. She would scratch his butt with both hands, then one would disappear between his legs while the other worked its way across his chest. It wasn't long until he clenched his face and grunted repeatedly. He was coming. I thought that she would suck it out, but instead she sat back and let him spurt onto her chest, her mouth, her face. They both got up and headed into the bathroom. I heard the shower start up. It was nice that they had left Brandon and me alone. Brandon was a great lay, even vertically. I wanted him, needed to feel him inside me, wanted to clench my pussy around him in my own gush of ecstasy. I needed to acquire and feel the moment of what had happened today between all of us. I grabbed Brandon's butt cheeks and helped him plow into me. He had a nice cock. It was big enough around to make me feel full, but without hurting, and long enough to give decent masterful strokes in and out. He came inside me then, his breath in long deep pants. I came back at him, squeezing my cunt around his cock. He laid his head against mine to rest. I kissed him a last time to let him know that I was happy. He moved away and got dressed. His warm cum ran down my leg. The shower turned off. Brian and Kelley were going to come back. I sat on the bed, facing away, and hurriedly wiped up and dressed. Tonight was a night to party. We headed to the top of up the hill and on past the main tourist area to a night club that we had scouted in the morning. The music was pumping and the flashing lights made into its own kind of wonderland. Me and Kelley danced quite a bit together, letting the beat move us and drifting away with it. Brian made regular trips to the bar for drinks. Brandon and I didn't tend to drink that much when we were dancing. It cost too much and was just a distraction. One or two and I was good for hours. It seemed dumb to dance holding the bottle like some people did, and sitting down isn't what we came for. It was way too loud to chit-chat anyhow. We were in short sexy dresses nicely pleated to fly up when you did a twirl. My legs were freezing on the walk here. I had brought my dancing sandals in my coat pocket. I wasn't going to ruin them on the slushy roads, but the high-top running shoes that I wore for outside weren't right for dancing. Neither were high heels. I liked the way they made me look sexy and all, but I couldn't move the same on the dance floor. The four of us were on the dance floor, and both guys were taking long stares at my tits bouncing. I was wearing a tight sports bra, but hell, they bounce, okay? They're just so big. Kelley noticed this. The neckline of her dress went down right through her cleavage, but it didn't get the stares that mine did. Smiling at me, she put her hands behind her back and undid her bra. I wondered how she was going to contort in the dress to get it off, but she just slipped the shoulder straps down letting them pop out. The bra off, she pulled the top back up and stuffed the thing in Brian's pants pocket. Her look now was sexy as hell with her nipples poking like little knobs through the front of the dress. The memory of walking back to the hotel the night before came to me, and glancing shyly around, I slipped my panties off and coyly handed them to Brandon to save for me. Brian snatched them and gave a long sniff before giving them back. I was Marilyn, ready for action. Off came Kelley's panties too then, so to keep things square, I undid my bra, and one arm at a time managed to get it off without flopping my boobs out. The dress was tight and would do fine for support. The music was rocking, loud and poppy, great for dancing. Not the kind of thing you'd listen to when doing homework or driving in the car, but something to make you want to dance all night long. We danced the better part of the night, putting a few drinks down, when Kelley and I climbed up on one of the go-go platforms that they had in this place. Maybe it was just a table to lean on, but other girls had taken turns dancing up on them, performing for the crowd. Kelley's bouncy perky chest was popular of course, and the guys close to use kept leaning in to sneak peaks up my dress. It had been a while since we had peeled off our underclothes, so I don't think they were sure if I was bare pussy or had a g-string. The two guys closest were having a little discussion on whether I did or didn't. What the hell, I thought, I don't know anyone here, and they'll never see me again. I gave a little twirl. The guys were startled and whooped. Their girlfriends, who were putting up with it till now took them by the arms and led them away. More menfolk filled the space, and I repeated the twirl. It was fun, and made me feel sexy and hot. At Kelley's feet was this really drunk guy, leaning on the platform and swaying back and forth barely able to stay standing. He had come over to see what the attention was about, but couldn't even focus on us. His head dropped forward, and he vomited squarely on her feet. Puke was all over her shoes and the platform and everything. "Ew", she squealed and jumped towards me, and then slipped on the stuff. She went headlong at me, arms flailing, and caught my dress right on the neckline and took me over too. We were both caught, thank heavens, since there was enough of a crowd gathered near that getting to the floor would have been tough. Disoriented as they got us to standing positions, we hugged and babbled to each other, "You okay?" "Yeah, you okay?" "Yeah, well my feet are wet, oh and your tits are showing." So they were. She had ripped the front of my dress right off. I clutched my hands over my boobs. Brandon whipped his t-shirt off and handed it to me. Well, he could have helped dressed me too, I thought, taking it. I had to set my big boobs free to take the shirt. Applause went up all around me, and I felt my cheeks turn scarlet. Well, I can't take the sight back now, I thought and pulled the shirt over my head. Besides, was it that much more of a deal than flashing my pussy when I was up there? I gave Brandon a big hug and snuggled my head into his bare chest. It was nice to have him here with me. ******** A half hour later, we stumbled into the hotel room. Brian and Kelley crashed onto the bed, laughing together. I was still giddy with lust for Brandon. When he took his jacket off, the sight of his still naked chest gave me a rush. I curtsied and kissed the back of his hand. "Will you join me?" I smiled and waved at the bed, as if I was displaying it on a game show. He gave his adorable aw-shucks grin and hung his head. I sat him down and hugged him close, showering his body with kisses while running my fingers through his hair. I stood up then for the big show. I slowly pulled the t-shirt up over my head and tossed it to the floor. It wasn't just for Brandon that I was showing off. Brian and Kelley were snuggling and groping each other, but with their eyes transfixed on me. I squeezed my big boobs and bounced them back and forth, up and down, like balls being juggled. I dropped my panties and swiveled my hips, letting them get a good look at my eager beaver. I sat in Brandon's lap and rubbed my nipples up and down his chest. One more kiss, and I unbuckled his pants, and yanked them off. Niagara Falls I pushed him onto his back. I took his cock in my mouth and gave it a good suck, with lots of slobber to get it wet. One hand tickled his perineum under his balls while the other slid slowly up and down his shaft, stroking him from the base to my lips clenched around the head. I could barely get half of him into my mouth when I went down, so my fingers complemented the sucking nicely. He moved his hand to my crotch, but I shuffled away out of reach. This was for him to enjoy. He would only distract me. He must have enjoyed a lot. His cock got hard like a piece of iron. A loaded gun ready to fire. Without further ado, I quit the blowjob and straddled him. With my hands on his shoulders, I played the mini-golf game. I tried to manouvre my pussy around to get him to just slide in. Sometimes it takes me two or three minutes and the anticipation can be excruciating for both of us. I started by pressing his dick up flat on his belly and sliding forwards until it was at the opening. The ride through my crack on the way felt wonderful. I ground into him like that for a few strokes. His rock-hard dick lay between my pussy lips like a hot dog in a bun. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my vagina. It was great for me to feel the head of his cock caressing and rubbing up and down my slit. I raised up then, and his prick followed. He was so hard tonight that it was easy to find the way. I let just the head into my snatch as if I was giving it a blowjob with my pussy lips. I then needed a couple short twists of my hips to make sure that it was in just the right position and the right angle, and whoosh, I ran it home. His cock stabbed deep into me. We both convulsed. I could feel him deep inside me, a mushroom-shaped ramrod plunging up into my womb. It was always amazing to me at how deep it could go. He seemed fairly long, but it went in right to the hilt. I could feel the entire length of him, stabbing up high as if it was up in my belly, up into my chest. I leaned down to kiss him, slowly and with plenty of tongue. While doing so I slowly rode up and down on his dick, caressing and loving it with my cunt. I sat up and leaned even farther forward so he could suck on a tit. He was good at that, with just a little teeth biting, but not to hurt. I looked over at Brian and Kelley, and felt a bit of drool slither down from my mouth, hanging slowly and slipping away. They were lying sideways facing us, but with their heads at the foot of the bed. It must have been so they could get a better view, I thought. Brian was in behind and fucking her slowly. He would nibble her ear, and she would look up from time to time to give him a soft kiss. I was getting good long strokes on Brandon's cock from this position. I could feel my pussy lips flexing in and out, in and out as I moved back and forth on him. With my eyes closed I imagined that to be all of me, all my senses coming from my pussy, my cunt, my flower. From there and my nipples too. I felt my shoulders shudder, my core tighten. I sat up, moving my feet up to a squatting position to get a better grip with my pelvic floor muscles, and milked his cock. I was right at the edge of cumming violently, and this let me put all of my strength into it. Down low and clench, then up, sucking his cock up with me. Then release the hold and down to repeat. My breath was in short grunts, "nngh, huhh, nngh, huhh, nngh, huhh." Brandon was moaning along with me, "oh, oh, oh, oh," when I moved upwards milking him. Hmm, that was usually my line. Then suddenly I was there, feeling pleasure like waves rolling up and down my back, contracting all of the muscles and leaving me sobbing, "oh god, oh god, oh god." I collapsed in a heap on his chest. "Whoo," Brandon's breath rushed out. He was cumming too. It was inside me but my pussy wasn't going to hold all that he was offering, and I felt the molten hot liquid pouring down my thighs. I stretched my legs out and sighed, slowly slipping off of him. I smiled over at Kelley and ran my hand all over Brandon's gooey wet prick and balls. I didn't want to clean up, I was so happy with what that warm stuff had done for me. Brandon's prick was soft now, but still mostly erect. It still had that manly shape, but with no substance within. Kelley and Brian were cumming now too, soft and quiet and lovingly. "Aah, aah, aah," he muttered, spurting into her from behind. Her shoulders shuddered lightly as she came too. They grabbed a shirt and wiped up and settled in under the sheets. I was doodling with Brandon's prick, folding it back on itself, stretching it out and letting it snap back, twisting and fondling it. It was getting harder and harder. I played with his balls, scratching them and pulling the skin out and stretching it flat. That did it for him. He was ready to go again. Brandon sat up and moved behind me. I was on my knees leaning forward with my head on the bed as he entered my pussy again. My cunt accepted him readily. It was still hot and wet. He started slowly, and rubbed my back, moving his fingers to my head and scratching my scalp. It was wonderful. I love getting my head scratched. I sat up and began to meet his thrusts in earnest, rocking back into his lap as he pounded me. My tits were huge pendulums swinging below me. You know, I think I was more self-conscious about that part, having Brian and Kelley see my waving tits, that having them observe me fucking. The fucking part was great, and getting more and more intense. Brandon would cut loose in frantic fast bursts that made a loud smack, smack, smack, smack against my ass. Then he'd slow down and go slow and deep into my, making me groan contentedly. I pushed back hard, driving him deeper into me, piercing my cunt, stabbing into my soul. Smack, smack, smack, smack. "Unnnh." Smack, smack, smack, smack. "Ohhhhnnnn." He leaned forwards and kissed my back, grasping my tits like two basketballs and squeezing hard. I sat up and craned my head around to kiss him wetly and sweetly on his lips. He continued to drill my pussy. We caressed each other's bodies and I felt like I was melting into him, losing myself, becoming one with him. He gently pushed me off from him and onto my back, staying in close contact all the while. In classic missionary position he entered me once again. This was after all, our most common position. It started slow and gentle, but only until he found the right angle to start really pounding at me. "Unff, unff, unff," I huffed. "Unff, unff, unff," he was leaning forward on his elbows, with his hands up grasping behind my shoulders so he could get better leverage and really give it to me. "Unff, unff, unff," he got really deep this way, and my pussy, my clit, my whole body got to feel him. I moved my knees up to spread my legs wider. He must have sensed this. He sat up, and took my legs up high, with his elbows under my knees, and fucked me some more. My back arched as my butt was forced up into the air. This position always made me feel so vulnerable, so naked, because I could hardly move, and from his high position, he could see all of me, my contorted face, my bouncing tits, my exposed pussy being plunged into with his thick shaft. "OH! OH! OH!" I looked on him in wonder and awe at his power. I was screaming now like some girl in a cheesy porno movie, but I couldn't help it. He tired quickly at this pace, and dropped my legs and fell to my chest again. He panted, "hunh, hunh, hunh, hunh," a few times, and came inside me. "Huuuunnnnnh! Haaah." Feeling his hot water gush in my womb, and in empathy with him, I came too, gasping "Huuuu, huuuu, huuuu." My pussy clenched tightly on his cock, my groin muscles grasping one last time, one final hug for his mighty dick. We sat up, petting and kissing each other softly. I think my hands were shaking. Brian and Kelley were sitting up at the head of their bed, her in his lap, watching us. She gave a kind-of embarrassed grin and waved at me. "That was great," she said. He applauded silently. Yes, she was right. It was great. I headed for the bathroom. She held her hand out, giving me 'five'. I smacked it, then over her head gave Brian five up high. Yeah, yeah, my big boobs were hanging right in their faces. Like I said, I can't take em back now. I leaned down and gave her a goodnight kiss on the cheek. Then Brian got a kiss too, on the lips, I lingered a heartbeat just until his tongue slipped out to meet mine. They each grabbed a tit and gave me a squeeze. "Yeah, right," I muttered and went to wash up and do my bedtime bathroom things. Nighty night. Morning was shockingly bright. I squinted from the light. We had left the curtains open, and the glare from the ice was tremendous. Someone had turned the heat way up too, and it was hot as an oven. The sun had risen enough to illuminate the far wall of the gorge wall. I opened the sliding door to the balcony and stepped out into the cold. The icy air perked up my nipples into hard pegs. Brandon was there behind me with his camera again. I held my tits as before, and he snapped away. Can't take it back I thought, and lowered my hands to grab the railing. He smiled and took some more. I smiled back and relaxed with a few deep breaths which turned the air white when I exhaled. I sat back on the railing and hoped my bum wouldn't get stuck, it was so cold. My boobs were big, and big would be just fine. This time felt good to show them off.