Going Down, Down By The River

Hello, I hope you have been following my true adventures, and I hope everyone will enjoy this new one. As you may have learned from reading my profile, I live on a ranch of several hundred acres (1 acre is about forty percent of a hectare) in east-central Oklahoma. It is a beautiful piece of land for horseback riding or quad trekking, with some secluded areas that I love. This adventure takes place at one of my favorite spots.

One side of our property is bordered by a river. The river is popular with locals. On hot days, the water provides a fun day. People can just float down the river, benefiting from the gentle current. They use inner tubes, kayaks, canoes, and all manner of flotation devices, just no power. Some like solitude as they relax going down the river. Others tie their flotation devices together and float as a group. Most of the makeshift rafts are armed with a couple of cases of beer in an ice chest or multiple ice chests. Sometimes the beer is adorned on a separate float like a floating temple. We have a front-row seat for these weekend parades.

The river on our side is our private property, but the other side belongs to the state and the Army Corps of Engineers. Therefore, the side of the river opposite our land is public property without any permanent structures. About a quarter of a mile downriver on our property, a huge rock on a bluff overlooks the river. That elevated flat rock offers the perfect vantage point to lounge and watch the people below riding the current. That sort of a ‘peeping tom’ perch is about forty feet (ten meters) from a small, sandy, curved beach. That little beach next to the rock is a great place to swim. More than once I have been caught skinny-dipping there.

On top of that perfectly flat rock overlooking the beach, we put a small shed at the back and out of sight. The shed is stocked with towels, suntan lotion, inflatable mattresses, and folding chairs. The rule for our family and friends is that when you go to the "rock," you take items to replenish the stock.

Aside from our pool, that rock is my favorite place to work on my all-over tan. You can be in the shade or sun on the rock, depending on your preference.

Despite the isolated site, we have never had any issues with trespassers or skinny dipping because people know that our side is private property.

Often when it is hot, I take a refreshing skinny dip at the sandy beach, followed by scaling to the top of the rock and lay in the sun to dry off, relax, work on my all-over, and occasionally doze off.

One day, going through that ritual, I slept on the rock but unexpectedly woke up. It may have been the shadow of somebody or a sound; I can’t be sure.

In my semi-conscious state, I saw two young women sitting in the folding chairs drinking wine coolers out of my ice chest.

“Hi,” the blonde smiled and said, as I sat up.

Shaking the cobwebs out of my head, I stood up and pulled an ice-cold beer out of the cooler. I was buck-ass naked, but my attitude was that they had already seen everything I have, so there was no reason to cover up.

“Do you two know that this is private property?” I asked in a non-threatening manner, popping the can open and taking a sip.

I sat back on my mattress but could not help noticing these two very cute young women in thong bikinis-one blond and the other brunette—holding hands. They both had torsos of women who had just achieved adulthood with an air of both innocence and sensuality.

“No, we didn’t have any idea. Are we in trouble?” the brunette inquired.

“Don’t worry, that is not a problem,” I reassured them; they were not in trouble.

“But how did you find me up here?” I asked.

“We watched you at the beach and then saw you come up here,” the blond answered.

Modesty is not one of my attributes. Because I am more of an exhibitionist, having them stare at my body was turning me on. I felt my pussy getting wet as I moved. The lovely feeling of lubrication and slipperiness was driving me now.

Just to see what they would do, I leaned back on my elbows, drew my feet up some, and spread my knees; both women looked right where I had hoped. They were mesmerized by my pussy, while I got a big inflatable wedge pillow and leaned back on it. My fingers did the walking. I started with a breast as the other trailed down my belly to my pussy. I started pinching and pulling my nipples and squeezing the breast. I used both hands to spread my pussy and start fingering myself.

They sat in a stupor, transfixed, gazing as I pleasured myself. They reminded me of a young boy the first time he sees a real live nude woman. Both stared, incapable of any response.

I soon had three fingers of my left hand digging deep into my pussy as I got wetter and wetter. I was unsure what they were thinking or were going to do.

“Come on over and play with me,” I summoned them.

The blond girl jumped at my words, sitting on one side of me as I took her hand and placed it on my breast.

“Feel my tit. Pinch my nipple and watch it get hard,” I told her.

“So hard and sticks out so much,” she said, leaving her shyness behind.

I let my free hand rest on her thigh as she increasingly lavished attention on my breasts. She was kneading them and lovingly rolling her thumb and index finger on my erect nipples. My chest responded as my breathing was now more labored.

Her fondling made me want more, so I used my free hand and pulled her by the arm up to my hungry mouth for a kiss. Her blond hair framed my face as my tongue reached into her mouth. She was reluctant at first, but soon her hesitation was overcome. We shared our tongues, and I thought that she was trying to push hers down my throat. Pulling back, I sucked on her long tongue like a cock. Wrapping my mouth around it as she held it out for me. Moving my mouth up and down, she groaned as I felt her breasts during our languorous kissing.

While the blond and I were kissing and fondling each other, the brunette stood up and slid her bikini bottom down her long, shapely legs. Her young pussy was not hidden, as she had almost no pubic hair. Her bikini top was just covering the points of her breasts. She guided the bra down her body, and her nipples showed that she was filled with desire. The look on her face manifested that she was in a state of pure lust.

“You girls are hot, and I love to fuck,” I told them.

“You are so sexy; I can’t resist you,” the brunette said in a sultry voice.

I took my left hand out of my wet hole to welcome the brunette. She came over on the other side from the blond and started sucking on my nipple. Her sucking and feeling my breast had me churning out more wetness as I moaned on the blond’s tongue and pulled her in closer. My arm wrapped around her and pulled her in tight to signal my approval of her passion for my tits.

With both on me, I wasn't going to stop at that point.

“Finger me, please; my cunt needs it,” I pleaded with the blond or brunette. I didn’t care, but one needed to do it.

The blond placed her hand over my mound, and her palm was rubbing me. I was so wet that I was going into sexual overdrive.

“Fucking finger my cunt,” I begged.

She pushed a finger into my wet pussy, and my body bucked with energy from my clit.

“My clit is going to explode, you motherfucking bitches!" I was losing control of everything.

She stuck her sensual tongue in my mouth, and I loved the feeling of this young woman’s body. The blond had two and then three fingers in me as I started to shake with my first orgasm. The brunette sucked hard on my tit as I came on the blond’s hand.

“Mmm…delicious,” the brunette purred as she sucked while I came as she massaged my breasts.

Calming down a little, still kissing the blond, ready for something else, I arranged myself prone.

“Get up here, sit on my face, you slut. I need your fuck sauce,” I gestured to the brunette.

She wasted no time pushing her blond companion away from my head, placing her perfectly trimmed little pussy on my face.

“Give me your cunt juice,” I demanded as her knees were on either side of my head as she lowered herself onto my mouth.

My moans vibrated the brunette, and she leaned forward to let me suck on her pearl better. She was fondly caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples, and exciting my areolas a bright red. Her nectar leaked and painted my face as I reached up, grabbing her breasts, and felt her rosy nipples stiffen, giving into the mood we were all experiencing.

“Slap my goddamn tits,” I managed to say as I broke from her pussy.

“Love those perfect tits, you old fucking bitch,” she groaned with some good smacks to my breasts.

Her blond friend had lost her place kissing me but had found that my lower crevasse was available. She drifted down, continuing to finger-fuck me. Then her divine tongue found my nice-sized clit. She sucked on it while fingering me, and I was again ready to give her my personal elixir. My moans and cries were muffled by the brunette’s rubbing her pussy up and down my mouth. I was thrashing, my body rising and falling with the energy of their ministrations. But I wanted more before quenching her thirst.

Gesturing to the brunette, who was close to her own orgasm, I had her lift up because I wanted to ask the blond something.

“Fist me, you cunt-sucking bitch,” I blurted out.

“I’ve never done that,” she lifted off my clit and replied.

My friend Cindy had taught me fisting with her daughter Brenda. It was amazing to have a hand inside you. But you needed to be wet, like the blond had made me. So it was time to instruct her on the intricacies of stuffing my pussy full.

“You have three of your fucking fingers in my cunt already. Work that pinky in, and when you feel me slippery enough, slide in your thumb. I’ll work with you. It’s like a giant cock fucking you,” I told her quickly.

I noticed that her free hand had slipped down and was probing her own intimacy. Then she would steady herself again.

I pulled her brunette friend back down. It was time to have the brunette squeal and give up her cum. My tongue worked overtime on her, and my hands grabbed her ass as my tongue licked her love button and my mouth sucked hard. She groaned, and then I felt her tighten up and shiver as she released her first load for me.

“Love swallowing the lady gush from your horny gash,” I said when she lifted off my face.

“You are hot,” she could only say between heavy breaths.

Slowly, the blond followed my instructions and worked her whole hand into my pussy hole. I was sopping and lubed up her fist well. Slowly, she moved her fist up and down. For her first time, it was fantastic.

“Yes, don’t stop your cunt-fucking hand. My pussy is full,” I commanded her.

“Fuck me with that hand cock,” I told the blond as the brunette moved down my body.

The blond moved her head away, and the brunette took her place, sucking on my meaty, hard clit. My next orgasm was building.

“Eat me, good. Suck that button,” I ordered the brunette.

The blond fisting me and the brunette sucking on my clit had me primed for a huge climax. The hand moving up and down in my cunt had my whole being on edge. I could feel my pussy hole clenching on the fist, and my legs were vibrating. My whole body was in uncontrolled shaking as I let loose a series of ejaculations to cover the brunette’s face as she tried to swallow. The blond moved with me as best she could while I went into spasms of ecstasy.

Things calmed down a little, and slowly, the blond worked her hand out of my clenching pussy. We exchanged tender, shared kisses, all relaxing, with me between the two young women. Our tongues tasted our juices, and the feeling of togetherness as we caressed each other was amazing. The passion mixed with our soft feelings was soothing. Then I realized that the blond had not yet cum.

“Put your ass here; you need to cum,” I told the blond with me still stimulated.

“You fist-fucked me so well that I need to have you,” I declared to her.

I started to work on her lovely, young breasts. Wandering down, I sucked on those tits as I fondled her with her brunette companion kissing her. My tongue circled her areolas and sucked on her nipples.

“Your nips are mine,” I said with a slap to her breast as I sucked hard, pulling away.

She groaned, and her breathing accelerated with the brunette and me working on her in tandem. I moved down her body, inhaling her aroma and licking her salty sweat from our activity. I wanted to taste her and give her head she would think about for years. My tongue bathed the inside of her thighs as I sucked her hard, leaving my lip prints on her soft skin. My hands were massaging her sides, leading her up the ladder to ecstasy one rung at a time.

The blond’s body jerked as my lips pulled at those of her labia and my tongue brushed her clit. I was speechless with her in my mouth, but she started to adapt to my language.

“Eat my cunt, you slut! You love my pussy,” she demanded.

The brunette was sucking her breasts, touching the blond’s face, and massaging those beautiful young tits. The blond was writhing, accepting all the pleasure that her companion and I were bestowing on her. I was on my knees before her glistening pussy lips, and my ministrations were just starting.

My tongue dove into her love hole to pull out some of her juices and make sure that my fingers would be lubricated to excite her more. Then, I pushed together her lips with my fingers, and my tongue darted into her slit to find her pleasure pearl.

“Hmm, don’t stop. Suck my cunt off,” she cried, joining me in subtle sex talk.

I released the pressure on her slit and pushed my middle finger into her pussy, and my mouth sucked her button as my tongue swirled around its hardness.

My fingers were pushing in and out of her with a distinctive slurping sound that made her moan. Her sex sounds were making me wetter, and just at that time, I felt her brunette friend slip her finger in me from behind.

“My turn, give me your old fuck hole. I want your squirt,” the brunette asked in a sultry voice.

Her face was underneath my crotch, and I lowered myself onto her face. The brunette’s tongue was on fire, and I was swaying my basin on her mouth with my mouth and fingers committed to her blond friend.

The blonde woman had been edging while she had watched the other two of us cum, and she was near her own orgasm. Her hands held my head, and her legs would not let me go. She was in an orgasmic trance where nothing else mattered. I was waiting to watch her shoot her goo and taste it. It didn’t take long.

“Take my cum, you cunt-licking bitch,” she enunciated.

She lifted her ass up as I received her eruption. She released her clear juice, and I swallowed with my fingers, frigging her hole. The blonde’s body was thrashing from side to side, and she uttered incomprehensible words. She was slowing down, but her friend had me restarting.

I leaned back more as the brunette gave my pussy a super tongue bath, and my prominent clit was a target for her skilled mouth. The little button was long enough for her to suck like a cock, and I felt her twirl her tongue around my hardened clit. I was going to cum again.

“Stick your fingers in and feel me shoot my goo for you,” I told her.

Her fingers found my pussy, but the mouth was a little difficult. We broke for a few seconds, and she then resumed sucking up and down on my little soldier, but her fingers had better access, and she generated a good sloshing sound and the feeling I love just before cumming was near.

“Slap me,” I screamed.

The blonde gave my tits a good slap, and I released a torrent of pussy juice for her and the brunette, who caught most of it. Both were around my snatch, licking, sucking, and drinking my elixir.

The two women had completed cleaning up most of my cum and then began to kiss each other first. Watching them share tongues and suck each other’s tongues had me hot once again. They came up to me as I sat up, and we kissed. Tasting myself on them was stimulating, but we were all tired. Despite the fatigue, we continued for a while in couples, and we all came multiple times.

The young women loved my big titties and very wet cunt. I coaxed them out of their shyness, but eventually we ran out of gas. Silently, they put on their thongs, and we shared languorous kisses goodbye. I watched as they carefully made their way back down the bluff.

I sat on the edge of the rock and waved them goodbye. As I gathered things to load onto the quad to go home, I realized we had not shared names or any personal information. I began to imagine that I was possibly a victim of heat stroke. I knew neither woman was a virgin, but my next thought was, did I dream the experience? Then my sense of smell told me that the aroma of pussy was all over me and the towels I was taking back to launder. All I could hope was that those young women would find me again for a proper but less fun introduction.