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The churning and merging is so vigorous that surrounding objects tremble with the movements, and so wet that a continuous sloshing sound is noticeable above the din of heavy breathing, rhythmic throbbing intonations and voices that betray heightened excitement and arousal. With pressure rapidly building and heat rising, the white frothy liquid reaches a point where it must burst from its dark enclosure. The bright juice sparkles in the sunlight as it is spewed, in copious amounts, into the air in repeated spurts from its chamber. Participants moan and shout in soaring states of exhilaration and ecstasy, each a witness to the eruption of a geyser in Yellowstone National Park.

Since Yellowstone contains anywhere from a third to a half of the world's geysers, the luminous, foamy eruptions in the park are many and varied. They differ in size, duration, frequency, intensity and other respects. Some erupt in bursts in different directions like fountains, while others spurt into the air streaming in one particular direction. Eruptions last for many hours or are done in a couple minutes, occur many times a day or once in a great while, and are loud or hardly noticeable, purring or groaning softly as they spew. Each variation may be spectacular to some and commonplace to others, depending on the circumstances and mood of those partaking in the action. The most massive, extensive, prolonged and beautiful among them tend to attract the most people and bring the greatest pleasure when they burst and spew.

All the frothy white eruptions in the park are not, of course, solely from geysers.

As a divorced and single park ranger stationed throughout the year at remote, isolated and sparsely populated Lake Village, there are days during the winter that I do not see another person. During the colder months travel in the interior of Yellowstone, including Lake Village, is restricted to over-snow vehicles such as snowmobiles or coaches. The few visitors that do come to Lake Village in the winter, around 40 people on average per day, only stay for long enough to finish their lunches or warm themselves by the warming hut stove. There are no overnight accommodations at Lake Village from mid October to mid May, save for the handful of heated ranger residences such as my own. Storms, drifting snow, subzero temperatures, unmaintained roads, grumpy buffalo or grizzly bears emerging early from hibernation, or other bad driving conditions often shut down one or more of the three routes leading to Lake Village. This means no one visits, or leaves, for perhaps days.

However, I did not become a park ranger for a dislike of the stillness, isolation, silence or unusual phenomena that often accompany the job. I, like the wolves that prowl nearby, crave such things.

It is my day off and I'm eager to take advantage of it by cross-country skiing on the Howard Eaton trail. The trailhead is a mile distant, just past Fishing Bridge Junction. The trail leads through the pine and fir wilderness along the Yellowstone River. Just a few steps into the wilderness is all it takes to enter a portal to a vibrant, entrancing and beautiful world.

As the sun rises the temperature isn't far above zero degrees Fahrenheit, yet at 7,900 feet in elevation the temperature varies more than at sea level and the high should approach a balmy 28 degrees today.

Announcing their arrival with mysterious and surreal trumpeting calls that reverberate over the otherwise silent, still and snow-coated landscape, swans float above the pine and fir forest to a dark patch of open water on the mostly frozen Yellowstone River, where they join other swans. The soft light of the sun, low on the horizon and partially veiled by a thin layer of clouds, illuminates the river ice which glows like a river of aquamarine. With the ethereal trumpeting of swans, ice that sparkles and glows like gemstones in the sunlight, the hypnotic, swirling movement of drifting snow and the comforting stillness and silence, I feel extremely awake, powerful and alive. I wonder what took me so long to venture into the snow-covered forest and splendor of the winter Yellowstone wilderness.

At the beginning of the trail I find a single set of cross-country ski tracks that are slender and close together. The tracks must have been made by a shorter and lighter person, most likely an adult female. Since there was snowfall last night, the tracks were definitely made this day.

Looking further down the trail, I spot, beneath a grove of snow-covered subalpine firs, law enforcement ranger Anya Johansson waving to me. I catch up to her and soon we continue along the trail together, with Anya leading the way.

Anya is not a typical law enforcement ranger. She is still very feminine. At 33 years she has shoulder length blond hair, full pink lips, bright emerald eyes and a stunningly beautiful face and body. Her best feature is her thighs, which are shapely, curvy, athletic and flexible like a dancer's. I'd do just about anything to be between her bare thighs, holding her slender back and seductive hourglass form as I slide my considerable cock repeatedly in her wet pussy. 

Anya, like me, loves the outdoors. This shared love helped bring us together on the Howard Eaton trail today.

However another shared love, fastidiousness and fussiness in selecting mates, hinders us from coming even closer together. We both are recovering from fractured relationships and are hesitant to become involved with each other or anyone else.

In this village with a dozen residents, one notices if others are keeping a new flame, beau or mistress of any sort. No strange vehicles, sightings or footsteps have shown up in front of either my home or Anya's. We haven't had sex for months.

Both Anya and I are showing signs that we are about to break from our self-imposed regimens of chastity.

Just the other day Anya stopped by the warming hut where I am stationed. At the time I was alone splitting wood. Anya and I talked for half an hour about mundane things before she, without looking into my eyes, casually and indirectly mentioned she wasn't seeing anyone. Shy and particular as I am, I often need such hints to ask a woman out. I prefer to see signs that a woman is attracted to me before I take things a step further.

Anya and I agreed to go skiing together, though we didn't set a specific date as I should have insisted upon. It is fortunate that we happened upon each other on the Howard Eaton trail today, otherwise we might not have seen each other, as comfortable as I am with my lone wolf ways.

With Anya appearing in the warming hut and mentioning that she wasn't dating anyone, there was one sign that she was attracted to me, yet how does she feel about sex? Is she chaste and asexual as Christine O'Donnell claims to be? An answer to this question came soon after Anya's solo visit to me at the warming hut.

The other night at a co-worker's party Anya brought up the subject of Erin the sex-starved interpretive ranger from last summer. Erin, a young and insecure blonde Texan with a beautiful bubble ass, carried on with a revolving door of men. Erin wasn't comfortable without a man desiring her and yet she was equally uncomfortable with the same man wanting her. Intriguing strange men, young and old, who caught her fancy, became an alternative wardrobe that she assiduously and continually assembled and used to give her pleasure, adorn her image, maintain her sense of well-being and discard as she pleased.

When Anya spoke of Erin at a party daring to have sex in a shower at someone else's house, I detected a certain level of envy within Anya's scorn. Anya dwelled on the subject of Erin being in the shower and there was a sense of longing and passion in Anya's voice that was something other than negative and condemning. Sensing that Anya needed a cock badly, my own bulged expectantly in my pants and strained at the seams that kept it hidden and in the dark.

If we are ever alone together and Anya speaks of sex like she did regarding Erin, and she smiles at me slyly or gives me a similar welcoming sign, I swear I will turn her around, shove her pants and panties to her knees, clench her slender back and round ass, and fuck her like a wild man.

Fantasizing about Anya's bare and spread thighs, dark muff sliding on my wet shaft, moaning and urging me to cum, ample breasts moving in rhythm with my thrusts, my soaked balls repeatedly kissing her engorged wet snatch, and the thick pink lips of her mouth wide open while she cums, I stroke my lengthy cock at night and spray cum on my bed sheets.

This afternoon as we ski together on the Howard Eaton trail I watch those same curvy thighs that I so often fantasize about, though now covered by dark blue tights, working their way up hills and gliding across the frozen landscape of Yellowstone National Park. Entranced with her hourglass shaped back and round bubble ass, I concentrate on the best way for our conversations to turn to talk of sex. Then our words might more easily lead to action on the same subject.

Anya skis virtually every day in the winter and bikes as often in the summer, so it is a good workout to keep up with her. As we remove outer layers of quick drying and lightweight clothing, we deposit them in our sleek little packs stuffed with food, drink and extra gear. Anya is down to virtually tights alone and I longingly admire her hourglass form.

Crystals of snow on the ground sparkle in the sunlight and flash a rainbow of colors. Snow melting in the tree tops creates the sound like summer rainfall. Clouds change form and drift like ghosts in the sapphire sky.

Skiing from a bright and open area to the dense and shadowy forest, Anya and I glide through surreal, peculiar and divergent environments. Strange though it may seem, the trees in the shadows are brighter than the trees in the sun, for the shadow trees are clothed in bright white snow while those in the warm sunlight have lost their bright coats as the snow melts. Skiing from the sunlight to the shadows Anya and I move through contrasting worlds much like in a M.C. Escher print. Emerging from the sable forest and into the sunlight, Anya and I must shield our eyes for the bright ground beneath us that reflects the sunbeams rather than absorbing them. 

The opportunity to move our conversation to the topic of sex, came to me not from any devised strategy, but from the sky. It was in the form of two eagles.

An eagle pair floated together in the wind. The wind lifted them effortlessly in the sky. Slowly and gently they turned in circles, running with the wind for a time and then, as they turned their wings slightly, climbing again.

Anya and I paused by a snowless patch of dry meadow grass to watch the eagles.

It is February, mating season for eagles.

I inch closer to Anya, slightly behind her, so that we are almost touching. Each of us is mesmerized by the flight of the eagle pair. Together we watch the pair until they float past the ridge of trees on the horizon. I rest my hand on Anya's shoulder and she smiles slightly but doesn't look at me. I think she understands what the eagles are up to and what we are on the verge of.

I begin to massage her shoulders. She sighs with pleasure. As my lips approach her bare neck I deepen the massage and watch her breasts heaving with her deep breaths.

"Those eagles have it right coming together in the winter," I whisper in her ear, "keeping each other warm."

I move my hands down her back, massaging as I go.

"Everyone needs that," I whisper as her lips rise to meet mine.

We kiss and I run my hands around her slender waist and thighs. My bulging cock strains at the seams of my pants. Anya moans and purrs as I fondle her thighs and ass cheeks.

I rub my hands together to warm them up and drop them in Anya's waistband, slowly working their way to her pussy. She flinches at the cold at first, yet allows me to double finger her wet pussy. I kiss her and press against her with my erection. Her warmth as well as the sensation of touching her, has my cock fully erect, moist with pre-cum and aching to be in her. I stroke her pussy, kiss her repeatedly and tell her I want her. She fidgets and moans with my touch.

With our skis still attached we make our way awkwardly towards the open grass, which is brown yet warm and dry, releasing our skis and dropping our packs, gear and poles as we go.

In the patch of sun-warmed grass we kiss face to face, I grip her ass and she shoves my pants and briefs down far enough for my massive bulging cock to emerge fully into the sunlight.

"You want my pussy, don't you?" she teases. She smiles slyly as she begins to stroke my cock. I wince at the cold sensation, yet it passes quickly as she vigorously strokes me and my warm pre-cum coats her hand.

"You want it, don't you?" Anya continues, jerking my gigantic cock all the while, "you want my pussy don't you?!"

"Give it to me," I plead, "I need your pussy Anya, give it to me, give me your pussy!"

"Okay, but first I'm going to suck you."

Anya drops to a squat, grabs the lower part of my shaft, looks at me with her emerald eyes and wraps her lips around my purple head, gradually taking my full length into her mouth and throat. She thrusts my enormous wet pole back and forth in her warm and soft lips. I groan and sigh.

"I need your pussy Anya!"

She stands and I tug at her tights and black panties, pulling them down to her knees. Her dark bush stands out from her bright white thighs. She turns around, I grip her curvy thighs and step behind her bare ass, now turned pink by the cold. My wet, massive erect cock touches her warm thighs as I, with one foot, push her partially removed tights and panties to her boots.

Still standing, Anya fingers her pussy and moans as I reach my arms around her and draw down her top and bra so her breasts and nipples peek out. She turns her head sideways as we kiss. I hold her partially nude body against my own and position my wet cock near her muff as she continues to play with herself. I join in her play and encourage her.

When Anya is breathing heavily, twitching on and pawing at my shaft, she bends forward and directs my purple head into her warm, wet muff. As I slide my entire length into her up to my ballsack, I hold her pink ass and slender back. Her blond hair swishes on her bare shoulders as I repeatedly glide my cock inside her.

In a setting so peaceful that we hear the sound of the wind moving over the forest canopy, the rustling branches and even the wing-beats of birds as they rise, I listen to Anya's sweet sighs, her moans and the slapping of our thighs as my gigantic wet cock repeatedly plunges into her warm and drenched snatch. Her bare thighs and pink ass cheeks jiggle with each thrust of my enormous cock.

My entire cock is immersed in our combined pre-cum as I hold her round red ass and fuck her furiously. She begins to vocalize her pleasure, louder and quicker in tempo with each stroke from my gigantic wet cock.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

I watch my purple shaft disappear in her pussy lips up to my jiggling balls and feel her pussy throb.

"OH, OH, OH, OH!"

I tightly clench her waist and a vibrating red ass cheek, immerse my cock as deeply as I can into her soft, wet warmth, and hold her muff on me as she squirms in ecstasy.

My cock erupts in bursts of cum in her throbbing pussy. I hold her pussy tight upon me as we release our built up cum and angst, and my cock pulses in her muff.

Anya is still bent over with my cock inside her creamed pussy as I help support her with one arm, and with the other run my hands through her light hair and massage her bare skin. We slowly collapse in the dry grass, first on our knees and then our sides, her pussy wrapped around my cock.

Clouds change shape as they drift with the wind and appear light and dark in the alternating sunlight. A pair of eagles circles and rises on the edge of the horizon.

Sable panties and ski tights in a wad at her ankles, round firm breasts peaking from a sky blue top and sports bra bunched around her slender waist, and snug in her creamed muff an immense wet cock with its recently released white spunk deep within her, Anya purrs in the warm sunlight and dry meadow grass as I, behind, run a hand through her flaxen hair and, with the other, fondle her curved and alluring bright white ass.

Unfamiliar voices rouse us before the cold does.

Seven figures on skis emerge from the forest nearby, swiftly gliding down a slope in our direction. The group is following the Howard Eaton trail which is marked by six inch square bright orange markers placed on prominent tree trunks and limbs along the way. One such marker is a few feet away, which means the seven figures are likely to come right by us and soon. Sliding my cum drenched cock from Anya, we both awkwardly attempt to put our clothes back on before the figures reach us. 

As the figures approach I discern that the group is composed of five males and two females. 

Such a male to female ratio is not unusual for winter in Yellowstone National Park, which is often hard on straight males in this one respect; men vastly outnumber females by perhaps ten to one. Year after year many more men than women are attracted to Yellowstone's frontier like circumstances featuring extreme cold, prolonged and profound isolation and a dearth of basic services. At two million acres, a larger territory than a few of the smaller states in America, Yellowstone in winter has a population of only a few hundred people. This population is spread out over eight or nine villages, most of which -- including Yellowstone Lake where I am stationed - have no commercial services whatsoever. It is a minimum two hour snowmobile ride just to reach my snow covered vehicle on the outskirts of the park.

Many women scoff at the peculiar fact that men outnumber women during the colder months, maintaining that the men that Yellowstone attracts in the winter are not attractive themselves. Rather, insist these women, such men are loners, social outcasts and just plain weird. "The odds are good," they say, "but the goods are odd."

Be that as it may, the five males in the group of seven appear to be good looking, as are the women. All seven are Yellowstone snow coach drivers and tour guides, comprising some of the more popular Xanterra Corporation employees. Xanterra is the official Yellowstone National Park concession company that runs the hotels, public transportation and many of its stores.

Since Xanterra recruits employees from all over the world it isn't surprising that its work force is very diverse. The seven Xanterra employees in the group are from seven different nations. The two young women, Andrea and Akie, are from Romania and Japan. The men, Kiet, Jawara, Sacha, Mats and Trevor, are from, respectively, Thailand, Senegal, Russia, Sweden and the United States. Each of them, male and female, is in their early twenties and they are without exception exotic and alluring.

Since the winter population of Yellowstone employees is rather small, the Xanterra employees recognize that Anya and I are park rangers. We encounter each other often in our daily business. While Anya and I are friendly with everyone, a certain amount of animosity exists between many National Park Service rangers and Xanterra employees. The rangers and Xanterra employees see each other as constant sources of trouble and friction. Law enforcement rangers with drug sniffing dogs occasionally sweep through Xanterra winter residences searching for contraband and making arrests. While there are many significant exceptions, for the most part the two groups don't socialize much with each other. Thus, as the group approaches, Anya and I aren't sure if anyone in this group likes or trusts us.

Akie and Andrea both have curvy hourglass shaped body frames, though Akie, at five feet and three inches, is considerably shorter and more compact than Andrea at five feet and eight inches. While Andrea is extremely outgoing and Akie is shy and reclusive, the two have bonded as roommates, each bringing out a different side of the other. They both have bands of bright cloth around their slender mid-sections, highlighting their arousing feminine forms. Akie has shoulder length hair, a slightly upturned and pointy nose, an angular jaw, prominent cheeks and a narrow mouth. Andrea, feisty and spunky, has a wide and large mouth with luscious pink lips, brown hair extending just below her shoulders, and dark, hauntingly beautiful eyes. Young Akie and Andrea each possess huge, round breasts, asses and hips that attract my attention as they approach Anya and I in the patch of dry, sunlit meadow grass surrounded by snow.

Mats and Trevor are both tall, each above six feet, and are in great shape. They have long hair and possess capricious and fun-loving attitudes. They are funny and colorful. Everyone likes to be around them and they are consistently surrounded by other people. They are different in that Mats has brown hair, emerald eyes and does not, of course, speak English with a native tongue. Trevor has blond hair and indigo eyes. Jawara is as tall and muscular as Mats and Trevor, yet is dark skinned and has short curly hair. Sacha and Kiet both are of medium height and build. They, like Mats and Trevor, have longer hair than most men. All are good-looking, fit and pleasant in demeanor.

As the seven approach, Anya and I try to act natural and as if we are only taking a break, hoping that no one in the group noticed that the two of us just finished fucking each other in the wilderness, or that they did not hear or see us entwined earlier. Anya and I don't have a hypocritical holier-than-thou attitude, nevertheless we'd still like to hold up a decent image. If they knew Anya and I fucked each other on this spot, then soon the whole park, which is a small community during the winter, would know too.

We exchange curt greetings. Though each of them looks at us carefully, nothing seems amiss or unusual in their faces or behavior. Anya and I, relieved, take a short break before following them down the trail.

We do not travel far before hearing an evident commotion and voices filled with much emotion. Emerging from the dark forest Anya and I witness, in a patch of sunlight and dry grass, two of the males struggling with Akie, one holding her in an arm lock from behind, and the other in front endeavoring to take off her ski tights. Andrea, surrounded by the other three males, is pushed on her knees in front of Trevor whose erect cock is exposed near her face.

Believing the women are being raped by the much bigger and more numerous males, she leaps into ranger mode and goes charging at the group, screaming for them to stop. "We've got to help them!" Anya declares with alarm. I chase after her.

All seven in the Xanterra group appear suspended in disbelief as Anya, breathless, reaches them and orders the men to, "Let them go, let them go RIGHT NOW!" They all comply, though Trevor, with his massive, thick wet cock only just removed from Andrea's lips, moves more slowly and reluctantly than the other four.

"What is your problem?" asks Andrea, who is still on her knees with a bit of pre-cum dribbled on her plump lips.

"Aren't you being hurt?" gasps Anya. Having just released her skis she is able to walk in the grass up to Andrea. 

"No, leave us alone, get out of here!" Andrea exclaims.

"You can't just fuck out in the open like this!"

"Oh, it is against the law?! Well that didn't stop you, did it?!"

"What are you talking about?!"

"You just fucked in the woods, so why can't we?"

"What, we did no such thing!"

"Liar, we heard you, we saw you and, and.. just look at you covered in cum and trying to tell us what to do! If you're going to order us around then be sure you're not doing the same thing yourself, you fucking, cum-coated hypocrite!"

Anya looks down at her jacket and tights. Indeed there are tell-tale creamy and dark splotches on her crotch and thighs. The seven of them look at us with barely concealed sneers and some sniggering, as if they are well aware what Anya and I were doing long before they reached us. Anya and I should have known that sounds carry well on a windless day in the silent and still wilderness. Indeed, one can often hear the wing beats of a bird as it takes off or flaps overhead.

By this time, having released my skis, I am beside and behind Anya. Her breathing is heavy and labored, and she is shaking from an adrenaline rush. "It's Okay," I tell Anya, placing my hand gently on her shoulder, attempting to calm her. 

"But Akie is resisting them!" Anya continues to protest.

"No she was not, it is just that way with her and with the Japanese," feisty Andrea shoots back, not used to backing down from anything she is involved with and not about to back down now. "In their culture they say 'no' to things when they mean 'yes.' It is that way with them. She is only being polite."

Everyone looks at Akie, who shyly nods in agreement. This confession brings big smiles to the faces of Mats and Jawara who were roughly trying to get her clothes off just moments before.

"It's Okay, everything is alright," I whisper to Anya while massaging her shoulders.

"We weren't doing anything wrong," Trevor declares.

Anya looks around in disbelief as I continue to soothe her, slowly rubbing her upper arms. Her eyes become fixed on the bulge in Trevor's pants. I begin to think that Anya was partly motivated by jealousy in confronting this group. She is envious of the attention that Andrea and Akie were receiving from the handsome young men. 

Andrea also notices Anya staring at Trevor's package. "Ahh, I see you want some, don't you?" Andrea insists with a smile, "don't you?"

Andrea's smile and arousing words, the soothing massage she is receiving, and the pleasing sight of the huge protuberance in Trevor's pants, combine to disarm Anya of her anger.

Everyone is looking at Anya as I continue to massage and soothe her. My cock stiffens. Anya looks at those around her, breathes slowly and deeply, and relaxes. She fixes her eyes on Trevor's crotch as my hands work down her back.

Andrea gives voice to the general feeling. "You want their cocks, don't you?" suggests Andrea. Anya's eyes widen but she says nothing. Andrea realizes she has touched a nerve in Anya, "Yes you DO, don't you? Ranger Anya wants Trevor's big cock!" As Andrea says this she reaches for and massages the lump in Trevor's pants which is now stretching the seams.

I pet Anya's ass and thighs, kiss her neck and continue to tell her everything is Okay. She sighs with pleasure. My massive cock is fully erect and pressed on her thigh.

Andrea gingerly pulls Trevor's pants down, exposing a gigantic, stiff, thick and pink cock. While initially shocked at the cold touch, Trevor moans with pleasure as Andrea strokes him. "Ranger Anya likes?" Andrea says with a smile. Anya must, for she doesn't take her eyes off Trevor's cock. She appears hypnotized.

"We make trade?" Andrea suggests in her broken English, to Anya.

"What kind of trade?" Anya asks.

"Your ranger's cock," Andrea suggests, looking at me.

After a long, thoughtful pause Anya asks, pretending to be mad, "For what?"

"For them," Andrea responds, pointing at all except Mats who is busy renewing his assault upon Akie.

"Alright," says Anya sweetly and with a grin.

Liking the idea of the trade myself, realizing the eyes of Kiet, Jawara, Sacha and Trevor are all on Anya, and noticing the big bulges in their pants, I shift Anya's tights and panties down her thighs to expose her hairy muff. Anya stands still and allows me to exhibit and play with her. I warm my hands by rubbing them together briskly and begin to massage her pussy in front of the young men.

The four of them remove their clothing and begin stroking their cocks to full length, as much to keep them warm as anything else. I push down Anya's top so her round, erect breasts are exposed. The nude forms of Jawara, Kiet, Sacha and Trevor, with exposed and stiff cocks, approach Anya as I finger and rub her wet pussy.

Releasing Anya to the four young men, they surround her like ravenous coyotes and strip her of the rest of her clothing. As her nude body is stroked and massaged by eight arms at different heights, sides and angles, Anya smiles and moans in pleasure. Different colored hands massage her bare thighs, firm breasts, arms and ass cheeks, rub her slender waist and back, and run slowly through her bush.

Anya drops to her knees in front of Trevor, places her thick lips on the purple cap of his shaft and begins sucking him. His wide, lengthy and altogether massive wet pole continuously disappears up to his balls in, and reappears from, Anya's mouth. Her cheeks bulge as his titanic cock slides on the inside of them. Trevor moans and Anya slurps and gurgles with the tremendous bulk inside her mouth and throat.

"Yeah honey!" Trevor moans as Anya works his shaft, "suck my cock, ranger!"

Sacha and Jawara, nude and flanking Trevor with fully erect cocks, stroke themselves and wait for their turns as Kiet, also nude and stiff, stoops and massages Anya's ass and pussy from behind. Her bright white bubble ass and hairy muff bob up and down as she sucks Trevor's thick, wet cock.

"I traded for you fair and square!" I tell Andrea with a grin, "now suck my cock, you gypsy!"

Andrea, back on her knees, smiles and plays along. "If you say so, ranger sir," she says sweetly as she drops my pants and reveals my immense, lengthy and erect cock, "am I under arrest?"

"Less talk and more sucking!" I demand.

Andrea throttles my crown and scepter with both hands, opens her mouth and places my pink head on her extended tongue. She looks up at me for a moment, fluttering her pretty eye lashes, before deep throating me, sliding my lengthy cock repeatedly to the back of her warm and wet throat, almost reaching my balls with her thick lips. She holds as much of my stiff shaft in her throat as she can, looking up at me and holding her breath, until gulping for air. My wet cock quivers with the rough and quick release, though she continues to grip me with one hand. She slaps my shaft and purple head a few times on her bare cheeks and puffy lips, takes a deep breath and sucks again.

"If you expect me not to arrest you, let's see that gypsy pussy of yours!"

"No, ranger, not my pussy!" Andrea plays along, "what are you arresting me for anyway? What are the charges?" 

"Disorderly conduct," I say, "now stop being uncooperative and strip!"

"Do you intend to fuck me?" she asks with a seductive, sly grin.

Andrea stands and removes her clothing, first revealing pink panties with white polka dots, then her massive round and erect breasts, and her enticing hairy muff.

"I'm innocent," she pleads.

"Tell it to the judge! Less talk and more sucking, gypsy!"

She gets on her knees and deep throats my long, wet cock as I grab her long black hair with one hand and gently encourage the back and forth movements of her head. I groan as she slurps on my shaft, sliding it back and forth in her thick lips.

Mats corners Akie against a sunlit boulder a few feet from the rest of us. Facing him, Akie tells him "no" yet her body language says otherwise. She isn't struggling to get away, rather she helps him remove her clothing. Akie has a hairy pussy too, to the delight of Mats. Since Akie is young, she isn't too bushy. He sets some articles of clothing on the boulder, preparing a soft and warm seat for her and lifts her nude body so her pussy is about waist level with him. Mats spreads her legs, eagerly puts his face in her young hairy muff and laps at the outside of her hood with his tongue. Akie, placing both hands behind her on the rock to brace herself and spreading her legs wide, trembles and moans with delight as Mat's tongue lashes at her wet slit. Her round and massive breasts jiggle and she squeals as Mats reaches and plays with her clit.

Anya, meanwhile, grabs at, strokes and sucks three big, thick and stiff cocks, each dripping with her saliva and mixed pre-cum. One of the cocks is Russian, one is domestic and the third is dark and African. A fourth stiff shaft, this one from Thailand, is shifting underneath her. Anya rises slightly on her knees as Kiet slides his legs, feet first, between her bare thighs. He attempts to line his Thai cock with her bobbing wet pussy lips. Soon, as Anya churns downward while jostling with three cocks around her face, Kiet's enters her from below. Anya briefly removes her mouth from Sacha's thick, wet cock, and while continuing to grasp the other two cocks, gasps with pleasure as Kiet holds her bare white ass and slides his entire length in Anya's pussy, up to his purple sack.

All four young men moan as Anya, on her knees in a reverse cowgirl on Kiet's cock, begins to ride the shaft in her muff. As she moves up and down on Kiet, she eagerly grabs, strokes and sucks the other three pre-cum moistened cocks jousting for attention from her lips and hands. Anya repeatedly thrusts Trevor's thick cock in her mouth, strokes Jawara with her right hand and jerks Sacha with her left. Each of the cocks gets repeated turns in her lips and jerking hands.

Kiet grips Anya's slender waist as her round white ass cheeks churn on his cock and her inner thighs slap continuously upon him. Her pussy is so soft, wet and warm. Soon he stops Anya's motion by gripping her ass, his cock throbs and he releases his sperm in bursts deep in Anya's muff. She looks down at him, smiles and flexes her pussy on Kiet's spurting cock. His face is contorted and his mouth is wide open yet no words come out. She slowly rocks on Kiet as he continues to spurt cum in her.

The Russian deeply moans and grunts as he looks down on Anya with her lips wrapped on his wet shaft and Kiet cums in her from below. Kiet collapses in exhaustion. Strings of saliva and pre-cum are in ribbons on Anya's face and breasts as she renews her attention to the trio of cocks in front of her face. 

Mats, removing his face from Akie's muff, enters her with his long and thick Swedish shaft. It quickly disappears in Akie's pink and wet pussy. His bright white shaft contrasts with her darker hue and sable, hairy muff. With each stroke of his cock she utters a sigh of delight. Akie's breasts jiggle faster and faster as their thighs slap together.

Andrea, hearing Akie's sighs and moans and glancing at Mats fucking her wildly, declares that, "It's Akie's first white cock."

"Your pussy is international now!" declares Mats in an official sounding tone.

"Mmmmm, mmm!" the big Swede moans as he fucks the tiny Asian in front of him. His great white cock appears much larger in her tiny frame. He plunges his full length repeatedly in Akie's wet pussy. Mats holds Akie's legs wide open with his hands, gripping just below her ankles and fucks her furiously.

"Hiie, hiie, hiie, hiie!" screeches Akie with each thrust of the vast white cock inside her. Her dark eyes look up at Mats in longing, as if urging him to go faster and deeper as he fucks her. Their thighs slap together in rhythm with Akie's screeches. Each slap of their thighs sounds soggy, for her young pussy is drenched with their combined juices. Her utterances become shorter, closer together and higher pitched like a locomotive getting up to speed.

"On your back, gypsy!" I demand of Andrea.

Andrea complies, releasing my cock from her mouth and settling back in the warm, dry, soft and sunlit grass. She spreads her legs as I crawl over her, kiss her thighs, massage her breasts and lap at her pussy. Andrea's dark, young and hairy muff is moist and warm as my tongue laps at her slit. I move further over her and let my cock and balls slide back and forth upon the outside of her pussy. Her pussy and my shaft exchange and mix our juices. We lock our lips together, entwine our tongues and I slide my cock on the outside of her muff until Andrea, with a free hand, directs me into her pussy.

To better focus the thrusts of my long shaft in her hairy, young muff, I slide my hands beneath her ass, grip her cheeks and fuck her. She presses my ass with her legs, tightly grips my shoulders and squeals with pleasure as my cock repeatedly slides into her wet, soft warmth.

"Ohhhh!" she moans, "fuck my pussy, ranger! I'm a bad gypsy, fuck me!"

Kiet releases Anya's ass cheeks and sinks down on the ground, groaning with pleasure. His cum soaked cock slides from Anya's pussy.

Removing her lips from Trevor's shaft, Anya shouts, "Give me another! Give me another cock dammit, give one to me!" Anya pleads, "I need another cock in my pussy!"

The African nimbly moves behind Anya, stroking himself as he does, and gently yet firmly pushes her forward. Jawara, kneeling, shifts between Anya's spread thighs. He places one hand on her bare ass and another on his shaft, attempting to guide his big sable cock between Anya's pink pussy lips. Anya desperately and repeatedly thrusts herself against him, trying to position her pussy on the cock she so desperately craves.

"Give it to me," she demands angrily, "oh, give it to me! Fuck me now, dammit! Fuck me, fuck me!"

Jawara finds her slit as Anya thrusts hard upon him. His black shaft enters her warm, wet muff up to his balls. They fuck furiously, doggie style, as Jawara tightly grips Anya's white ass and Anya moans with pleasure. In a lustful frenzy, she frantically reaches for the two other cocks above her head. Jawara's sable cock, half white with cum from Kiet's full load, looks like a double stuff cookie as it plunges repeatedly and hungrily into Anya's slit.

Mats spreads Akie's legs wide and slides his cock frenziedly in her hairy young muff. Her immense breasts jiggle with each thrust. The fat, white cock inside her, the first that is non-Japanese for her, overpowers her and Akie cums hard, squealing as she does. Mats presses her throbbing pussy upon him, holds her yellow ass cheeks tightly, and watches the expression on her face as she trembles in ecstasy upon the wet, long, white shaft deep inside her.

As Akie's squealing subsides, Mats renews his frantic thrusting, immersing his creamy shaft deeply, repeatedly and rapidly in Akie's young hairy muff. With his cock deep in Akie's pussy and his drenched ballsack smack with her pussy lips, he spurts loads of cum deep within her muff, clutching her ass cheeks and grunting as he does. His cock and balls throb as Akie's pussy pulses with him.

Andrea is a little uncomfortable on her back in the grass, so she turns over on hands and knees, and I pump my cock into her from behind, doggie style. I hold the small of her back, watching her khaki round ass cheeks grind and vibrate on my lengthy cock and jiggling balls. The moment my purple head reaches the lips of her pussy, I plunge my length back in her warm wet muff. Her immense round breasts flop with each thrust.

"Oh, oh, oh," Andrea moans as my cock slaps her soft young wet pussy, "fuck my pussy, ranger, I'm a bad gypsy! Fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck me!"

Andrea's ass cheeks jiggle like jello with each stroke of my cock. She churns wildly upon my shaft.

"Don't stop!" Andrea pleads as I wildly fuck her and clench her ass.

I grip her ass cheeks tightly, stopping her motion and spurt bursts of cum deep in her young pussy. She freezes, trembles, and lets out a guttural half scream and half moan from deep inside as her pussy throbs on my cumming cock. I tightly clench her ass and hold her pussy upon me. Her naked body writhes with immense pleasure in my arms as I continue to spurt cum deep in her muff.

"Give it to me!" Anya screams as Jawara wildly fucks her, "give it to me!"

Trevor and Sacha drop to the ground in front of Anya. Sacha, directly in front of Anya, stuffs his big cock in her mouth. Anya's voice is stopped by Sacha's thick cock plugging her mouth, yet she continues to loudly moan and groan as she is fucked in front and from behind.

Anya, now horizontal and sandwiched between two immense and thrusting cocks, one white and one black, is pushed back and forth between the two. Sacha wildly fucks Anya's face while Jawara just as riotously fucks her from behind. With one hand on the ground steadying herself, Anya jerks Trevor with her free hand.

Anya, getting off on them all, bucks like a wild horse between them, close to cumming and frantically grasping at the multiple sources of stimulation.

The tempo of Jawara's driving shaft increases while the length of each lunge decreases. Soon his churning wet balls barely leave the soft pink lips of Anya's pussy as he fucks her. His rapid wet thrusts in her pussy sound like someone is beating eggs for breakfast.

Jawara leans over Anya and thrusts his gigantic sable cock in her as deeply as he can and cums, inadvertently pushing her blond head on Sacha's cock up to his balls. Anya surges and bucks between them with her pussy pulsing on Jawara's spurting cock. Her voice is muffled by Sacha's shaft in her throat, yet she groans with intensity and clenches her pussy on Jawara's cumming cock.

Jawara tightly grips Anya's pale ass as his cock throbs and spurts loads of white cum in her pussy. "Aiiieeeee!" Jawara shouts while squirting cum deep in Anya's muff.

Anya presses her pulsing wet muff on Jawara's cumming cock as the Russian sprays creamy warm cum at the back of her throat.

"Swallow!" Sacha demands, "swallow my cum ranger!" Sacha holds the hair on the back of her head, keeping her lips wrapped around his shaft as he cums in her throat.

"Ooooaaaahhhh!" moans Sacha as his cock and balls tremble in her lips.

With Sacha's large cock spurting in her throat, Anya gurgles and gulps as she swallows his cum, the excess of which flows from her lips down her chin. Jawara's cock throbs in her from behind.

As Sacha and Jawara collapse around her, Trevor nudges Anya onto her back. Anya spreads her legs and takes Trevor in, guiding his thick, wet cock in her double creamed pussy. Her hairy muff is soggy and white with comingled cum. Trevor moans and Anya smiles as he slides his entire length and wide circumference into Anya. He plunges his cock, the thickest and longest of all, into Anya's still throbbing pussy and fucks her wildly. His thrusts are frantic and quick. His white ass bobs up and down and his balls jiggle as he fucks her.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" demands Anya.

Anya wraps her legs around Trevor, clenches his body with her strong thighs and squeezes him between them like a vice. With Trevor's thick cock churning in her wet muff, already creamed by two men, Anya holds his ass, and presses her pulsing pussy upon him. She writhes beneath him with her mouth wide open and her pussy clenched on Trevor's cock. He moans loudly and plunges his throbbing, spurting cock deep in Anya's warm muff, holding it there and spurting cum deep within her wet pussy.

Relations between the National Park Service rangers and Xanterra Corporation employees take a step forward.