I was to meet him near the falls at the end of the river at midnight. A beautiful spot, especially on that warm moonlit night. Making my way along the rocky, moss covered riverbank, I caught a comforting glimpse of him swimming naked in the river and diving below the surface. His face lit up when he noticed me and gestured for me to join him. Excitedly, I shed my clothes and dove into the luke warm river. Dex swam over to me, the water droplets glistened on his skin in the lucid rays of the moon. His dark blond mane slicked back to the middle of his spine. He welcomed me in an bear hug embrace and an x-rated kiss. His mouth was warm, his lips were soft, and all I could think about was feeling that mouth all over the rest of me. Our bodies were entwined beneath the water, his cock growing solid against my leg.
Dex was the epitome of the alpha male; a visual confection of all that it is salacious; a ribald man flavored with chivalry. Most women, at least the women I know, would cream their panties at the tiniest of glances cast their way by this abundantly skilled, sensuously experienced, licentious gypsy. Don't get me wrong, it begins and ends in the bedroom; Dex is not the marrying kind, but rather, a philanderer; and so he should be; for the benefit of all womankind.
We swam closer to where the water pools at the bottom of the falls; we could touch bottom there making it easy to climb out. Escalating layers of rock stretched to the top of the falls like giant, uneven stairs; a beautiful, natural landscape. As I was admiring the gorgeous scenery, I noticed Dex waving at someone. I glanced up in the direction he was looking and saw the silhouette of a man. A slight panic surged through my veins. What was happening here? Was he suggesting a threesome? That's a wee bit bold, I thought to myself. Dex's friend stepped out of the shadows, in all his naked glory; a carbon copy of Dex. If I were a gambling woman, I might have bet that they were related. He smiled down at me and instantly, I felt that all too familiar, pulsating throb between my legs as the visual stimulation kicked in. My panicked state hastily turned to libidinous anticipation. He introduced this glorious stranger as his friend, Van.
Still lounging in the shallows, Dex bussed my lips once again; harder this time, pruriently raising the stakes. His mouth possessed mine, my neck, my breasts. His hands cupped my face, massaged my breasts, explored their way to my sensitized pussy. His hands were large; long fingered, with a wide knuckle bed. I had to widen my legs to accommodate his welcomed, invading hand. I heard myself gasp as his thumb found my clit. My eyes closed, my head fell back to the water as I basked in the introduction of pleasure. When I opened my eyes, they fell directly upon his friend watching from the rock ledge, stroking his hard cock. Dex lifted me up out of the water and sat me at Van's feet. He spread my legs wide along the rocky edge and mouth-dived into my pussy. God, that man had talent in the pussy eating department. His fingers expertly found all the right places as his mouth hungrily consumed my pulsing cunt.
I turned to see where Van was, and he was right there, cock in hand and guiding it toward my mouth. I was implausibly ruttish. Insouciantly I opened my mouth, and let him in. I started slowly; his cock was average in length, but thick in girth and unlubricated. I licked his length a few times in preparation for the blow job of his life; after all, I had some skills of my own.
Dex jumped out of the water onto the rock ledge to join us and stood beside me, across from his friend. I got onto my knees and simultaneously sucked both of their cocks; massaging a set of balls in each hand. They each reached for my breasts, casually groping them paying equal attention to my hardened nipples.
