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I met Travis at a farmers market, of all places. He was much different from anyone I'd dated since moving to the city. He wore a knit cap, rode a bike, had a beard, and worked at a vegetable co-op; in short, almost the complete opposite of my button-down, professional lifestyle. He loved reflecting on the unfortunate nature of city life, and how we should all be more "in tune" with the natural world around us (of course, he meant nature as in mountains and elk, not the "nature" as in rats and roaches on the subway). Sometimes I got the feeling that the only reason he lived in the city in the first place was so that he could tell everyone how much better things were in the country.


Honestly, I never really understood what my attraction to him was. Maybe it was that I met him on Earth Day and I was feeling guilty about the ecological toll of my penchant for long showers and take-out food that came in Styrofoam packaging. Regardless, I blinked and suddenly we had been dating for ten months, and I was arranging a special nature treat for our approaching year anniversary. I'd found an awesome sounding deal on a guided day-long raft trip on a river in the foothills of the Rockies specially designed for couples, so I snapped up airfare, rental car, a (hopefully not too seedy) motel room as close to the launch point as possible, and of course two spots on a private raft. It was an intriguing enough opportunity that even I, City Mouse Herself, was excited for it.


And so it came to be that six and a half weeks later, I found myself the sole owner of a vacation for two in BFE, Wyoming after Travis broke things off ten days before our trip. He said he needed to find someone whose "spirit more closely intertwined with his like the vines of a..." I hung up before he had a chance to finish his dipshit thought. I scrambled to find a friend or – perish the thought – coworker to share my trip, but found no takers. I was heading to Wyoming for a vacation, Han Style.

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My alarm blared in the darkness of the strange motel room and I swore as I stumbled to locate and silence my phone. It was 5:30 and the isolated raft company was over an hour from the tiny town where I'd spent the night, so I needed to get an early start to meet my (originally 'our') guide for the trip.


I switched on the bedside reading lamp and rose from the bed, shielding my sleep-caked eyes from the yellow bulb's assault but was urged on by the allure of a hot shower. "Why am I showering before going to sit in silt and muck all day?" I muttered, but shook my head, thinking of the prospect to get some sun and fresh air, and the opportunity to try something new. I hadn't been to the mountains before, and though they'd been obscured by low clouds yesterday on my drive from the airport, all I had heard of them sounded breathtaking.


"That John Denver's full of shit, man!" I chuckled aloud to myself as I walked towards the bathroom, pulling the thin grey t-shirt I'd slept in over my head and letting it drop to the floor behind me, my full D cup breasts perking up with enjoyment at the taste of cool, fresh air. I was usually neat and organized, and would have hated the idea of dirty clothes on the floor in my own apartment. However, even though I was alone, the idea of my clothes tossed carelessly away on a cheap motel room floor gave me a feeling of naughty anticipation in the pit of my stomach. I added to that rush with a smirk as I slid the cotton thong down my hips to my ankles, stepped out of them with my left foot, and – looping the garment around my right foot – kicked them into the air, where they came to rest d****d on the rim of the lamp on the dresser. The love scene was half complete.


I turned away from my manufactured scene of passion and stepped into the bathroom. Flipping the switch, I squinted my eyes against the harsh fluorescent lighting and breathed my silent gratitude for the efforts of the motel cleaning staff. The same could be said for the motel itself. For an establishment whose front was graced with a flickering sign advertising "F_EE CABL_", my room was spotless and quiet. As I bent over and turned the knob of the faucet I admitted to myself that I really didn't have any complaints about this trip so far – YEOW! The water was ice cold! I recalled the manager's warning at check-in that their water heater sometimes took a bit to get going in the morning.


Thankfully, after only a moment the heater caught up to the water and I stepped into the lukewarm stream with only a modicum of discomfort. I turned my back, and felt the steadily heating water pulse against my back and shoulders, easing the tension of a long flight and a longer month. I just needed to get out of the city, if even for a few days; that realization might have been the only thing for which I might be grateful to Travis. I took the miniature bar of soap and worked it into a froth between my hands, then lathered my flat stomach, round breasts, neck, shoulders, and arms, followed by my hips and legs before working my hands back up the insides of my thighs. I missed the touch of a man – any man – such that even a warm water washing drove me within a hair's breadth of climax. My mind returned to my early appointment and unclear directions, which caused me to curtail my self-engagement, and I shut off the water.


Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped one of the small hotel towels around my midsection and set to work on drying my hair with another. My red hair was longer than I thought it should be, reaching below my shoulders and dripping small rivulets of water that ran down the deep crevice between my large towel-clad breasts. I gave my body one last run over with the towel, and let it fall to the floor in front of my open suitcase.


Reaching into my bag, I pulled out half of my bathing suit and stepped into the pink and white bottoms, pulling them up my legs until the side-tied waist rested just below my hips. I grabbed the top, which consisted of two triangular patches with wide lateral pink and white stripes, connected by strings that tied behind my neck and at the back. I slid the pre-tied neck straps over my head, then reached behind my back - double-knotting the string to prevent a "garment malfunction" mid-river - and arranged the triangular patches on my front. Even after careful adjustment, the suit left a large inner portion of each breast uncovered. With the nautical striped theme of the bathing suit, my chest took on the appearance of two full, billowing sails.


"I'll certainly get plenty of sun," I said to the reflection, "and I might even give some crotchety old guide a little bit of a thrill." I bit my lower lip and surprised myself with the kick I got from the thought of some bumpkin thinking of me later that night while whipping his wire. Admiring myself in the mirror, I tugged the triangles slightly further apart, widening the patch of bare skin of my generous chest.


I completed my outfit with cut-off jean shorts, a tight, thin white t-shirt adorned with an image of Mighty Mouse (distorted by my breasts), and a pair of ankle-high canvas sneakers. I looked in the mirror; I looked pretty damn good for someone who was about to spend their day slogging around a creek. Looking at my d**gstore wristwatch, I saw I was dangerously close to being late. I threw my "purse" – a waterproof backpack containing my raft reservation, driver's license, cash, a credit card, my cell phone, a towel, a disposable camera, a spare t-shirt, and sunblock (redheads learn their lessons about the sun) – over my shoulder and headed for the door. On the way out of the motel, I grabbed a cup of coffee and a donut. "I'm on vacation." I reassured myself, thinking of all those yoga classes as I walked to the car.


The drive was as uneventful as the view was spectacular. The three day rain storm had finally cleared, giving me a full view of the majestic peaks in the distance. I could have complained about the lack of a decent radio station, but I was too absorbed in the scenery. Maybe that idiot had been right; maybe there was something to be said for the country. Then I turned my car into the parking lot of the tour company and my jaw nearly dropped...


There, standing before me was possibly the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He stood well over six feet tall, with chiseled, sinewy muscles framed in black skin that reflected the sun just as it broke through the clouds. I struggled to remember which foot operated the brake or gas, barely avoiding killing the Adonis who stood in front of me.


"Hellllloo! You must be our appointment! Nice driving!" he chuckled, while I parked and blushed – super blushed, nuclear blushed - at the combination of my bad driving and talking to such a striking man. "Welcome to Three Holes Gorge! I'm Victor, and I'll be one of your guides today!"


I managed to get out of the car without further embarrassing myself and introduced myself. "I'm Sarah and I have a reservation with you guys." I managed to stammer as I reached into my bag.


"Uh huh, says you have a fully paid river trip reserved, but this says you had a reservation for two." Victor said, looking over my receipt.


"Yeah... things... changed." I said, frowning and lowering my gaze, though I noted that he smiled as he responded.


"That's cool, Sarah, but we have a minimum of four people for a raft. At least two guests and two guides, so we need at least four for your reserved trip."


"I'm sorry," I stammered "I tried to find someone to take the other spot, but it was real short notice."


"I'm sure it'll be OK. You have me and Derek, who was the other guide for your scheduled trip. Let me see if I can find a third guide for you. You don't want to end up on the river with some random person, do you, Sarah?" He smiled as he turned to call over his shoulder.


"Oh, yeah, that sounds better, I guess." I felt strange hogging three guides, but if the company could spare them, it was better than some random jerk sidling up next to me for hours on a raft.


Two guys emerged from the small cabin that was the company's business office. They introduced themselves to me as Derek, who was about six feet tall and well built, and Shawn, who was at least six foot four but slighter than the other two.


It was time to leave, and the collected guests and guides moved to an awaiting van: me with my trio of escorts, as well as a family of two parents and a daughter in her late teens, with their pair of nearly forty year old guides. The daughter shot me a number of dirty looks during the lengthy ride from the company grounds to the raft launch site, likely wishing we could switch parties.


Because of the river's bends, what was a two hour drive by van from the company headquarters to our launching point would take about six hours to navigate by raft. The drive in these early morning hours gave me a chance to get to know Derek, Shawn, and Victor, who were graduates last year from the university and all former football teammates while there. It also gave me the chance to try to meet Jim, Liz, and Jessica, the family taking the same trip that I was; who had convinced themselves that I was a whore... mostly Jessica, the daughter. Regardless, I made the most of conversation, discussing life in the city and the boys' marketing majors, promising that they could contact me for leads on jobs when I got home.


We arrived at the landing point, and decamped from the van. The other party took the first raft, their guides shooting daggers at my chaperons as I casually stretched my arms behind my back – arching my shoulders and pushing my swimsuit-restrained breasts until they nearly popped through the poor comic book mouse on my t-shirt. For certain, everyone could see the pattern of my swimsuit through my shirt. Jessica gave me another bitter sneer before self-consciously glancing at her own small chest and sulking off to her raft.


"Sarah. We have the raft ready to go over here." Victor was calling the edge of the water. Farther out in the current, the family's raft was taking off downstream. The river was swollen and fast after a couple days of heavy rains. The waters were rougher and muddier than I would have liked, and I hesitated as I approached the edge.


"Is Mighty Mouse afraid of the strong brown flow, girl?" Shawn smiled at me and winked. "Don't worry, we know what we're doing... except Derek, anyway." He laughed and I shrugged as I grabbed my bag from the van and jogged across the clearing to the edge of the water. I could feel my chest bouncing as I trotted, and I was certain everyone else noticed, as I reached the river line to a row of smiles. The sky was still mostly cloudy, but the washout of the storm would be past us soon. Regardless, I had three able guides with me who knew the river and who all seemed well equipped to handle any situation that might arise.


As I looked over the raft, I saw there were four paddle positions and raised an eyebrow at the three guides. They made it clear that since the stretch of river was all calm-water, we would not need all of us to man the oars. That fit right in with my plan to soak in some sun... and nature. Looking over the raft, it had a middle section that would comfortably accommodate a short person reclining, while providing plenty of space to the rest of the raft occupants to paddle.


I tossed my bag to Shawn, who secured it next to two other packages at the side of the raft while Derek took my small hand and helped me aboard. Once I was seated in the middle of the raft, Victor and he pushed off from the shore, and we were off on my first ever nautical adventure! After we were away from shore and around the bend into the current, the sun almost instantly broke through the last of the clouds, framing the river in rows of beautiful young spring foliage with a background of snow-capped mountains. It was breathtaking, and I retrieved the camera from my bag to grab some pictures of the scenery.


Derek gestured to the other group's raft, mock-pointing out to me that all members of their party were paddling to counter the river's steady current. I responded in jest, asking if the three boys needed as much help as the other raft's aging guides. As a group, we decided to slow our pace for a while to allow a wider gap between the boats. "That way we can have some real fun!" Victor said, smiling to the others and winking at me. The three guys created drag with their paddles and slowed our progress for the next twenty minutes until the other raft was out of sight. We were alone on the river, hours from anything.


"Should we share with our guest what we mean by 'real fun'?" Derek looked to his friends deviously. I raised a nervous eyebrow as I waited for their explanation, wondering what they could have in mind. Derek reached into what I thought was a first aid k** and pulled out three bottles of fruit wine.


"As long as we're away from prying eyes... and so long as no one tattles on us." Derek said with a wink.


"Well, you can always buy my silence," I said, taking a bottle of blackberry zinfandel from him and unscrewing the top. "Are we sure this is gonna enough?" I stuck out my tongue at the boys, and placed the bottle to my lips, taking a healthy swig. I passed the first bottle on, but was immediately handed another; the guys made certain I always had one in my hand.


We went on like that for a while; just the four of us drifting on the river casually sipping wine, miles from anyone or anything. The breathtaking landscape and the beautiful weather combined with the enjoyable travel companions and the wine to lull me into a soft, relaxed state as I reclined in the middle of the raft. I felt the mid-morning sun shine down on my face, and after some consideration (and several belts of wine), I decided it was time to take off my shirt and let the sun warm my whole body. As I relieved poor exhausted Mighty Mouse of his duties and lifted the shirt over my head, all talk and rowing on the raft stopped. I raised an eyebrow at Shawn – who had turned almost all the way around from his position at the front of the raft to look – and he briefly made eye contact before resettling his focus on my chest.


"Hey! Guys! You wanna focus on the river?!" I mockingly protested as I reached above my head to gather my hair in a ponytail – my breasts rising with my arms and drawing even more attention. I smiled coyly while unbuttoning my jean shorts and rolling the waist down to the top of my bikini bottom, and reclined in the middle of the raft, letting my pale skin soak in the hot sun as my breasts settled only slightly as I took another sip of wine. The raft reached an area of small rapids, and the boys refocused to successfully navigate.


As I lay in the sun, I felt heat building in my face and shoulders and, looking down, I saw the pale skin of my stomach and breasts already beginning to redden. I reached across the raft to my bag and pulled out my tube of sunscreen. I squeezed a small amount into my hand and rubbed the cream into my cheeks, forehead, and nose. I dispensed a second dose and spread it down my arms and shoulders. As I began to pour a third dollop into my hand, I reconsidered the setting and the attention the boys had already given me and instead poured the lotion directly onto my body; first in a line up the middle of my stomach, then in two horizontal lines across the tops of my breasts. As I worked the cream into my skin, conversation on the raft again abruptly stopped and I smiled to myself as I rubbed the last white remnants into my flesh.


"Can anyone help me get my back?" I asked, unprepared for the v******e that would ensue, as Victor nearly shoved Derek off the raft to grab the tube from my hand. I smirked at the other two, and rolled onto my stomach to allow Victor to access my back. I could tell he was nervous, as he hesitantly straddled my legs and fumbled with the container, then let fly with a massive glut of lotion across my lower back.


"Victor! Already?!" I teased, which served only to deepen his embarrassment. From behind me, I felt him shifting to avoid impacting my ass and legs with what I gathered was a growing erection. 'Maybe he's already hard,' I thought to myself. 'Maybe he'll jerk off to me later tonight...' That thought made my stomach jump and sent a chill through my body, starting in my shoulders and settling in the pit of my stomach, seeming to slowly seep like a set of warming fingers inching into my pussy.


"Would it help if I removed my shorts?" I asked, as I arched my hips up from the raft and began sliding the denim down my legs. As my shorts passed beyond my ass, I felt Victor's engorged member make contact with my rear - despite his best efforts – but I didn't protest as he helped me slide the garment the rest of the way off my body.


Victor worked his strong hands over my back, pushing the excess of lotion into my skin. His tough hands massaged the liniment into my back and shoulders, adding to my euphoria as I continued to sip at the bottle of wine. A few times, his fingers strayed further down my back to the upper edges of my butt, or farther along my ribs to the bottom of my breasts than was necessary for protection against the sun, but it was a good massage and I was willing to make allowances.


"Mmmmm... this feels soooooo good." I purred, arching my back with pleasure.


"Coming up, we've got a pretty good beach for swimming, if you're interested." Shawn interjected, and I spun my head around enthusiastically.


"I would love to go swimming! ...I mean, if everyone else wants to..." I looked around at the others, and Derek and Victor were both nodding enthusiastically as our raft steered towards an open, sandy beach.


The raft ground to a halt on the shore and we disembarked as a group. The guys knew the river well, and had picked an ideal spot, with beautiful views of the surrounding mountains across the clear water – the river having passed on the muddy runoff of the storm during the course of the day. I packed my shorts and shirt into my bag and fetched my towel. I turned to see the guys had spread a blanket on the sandy beach and were lounging, intently taking in their view of the towering peaks – as well as the snow-capped mountains across the river.
"What? Are you guys going to swim in that?" I asked, gesturing to their t-shirts and cargo shorts. I tossed my towel towards the blanket and started walking towards the river, casting a playful glance back over my shoulder as I felt their collective gaze shift to my well-formed butt.


Victor was the first to stand, lifting his shirt over his head revealing a sculpted torso devoid of body fat. Now it was my turn to stare, and even feel a bit self-conscious as I moved an arm to cover the slight feminine roll of my side above the knotted waist of my bathing suit. He flashed me a disarming smile as he unbuttoned his shorts.


"I hope you don't mind if I swim in my briefs. None of us brought swim trunks." He gestured to the others as he dropped his shorts to reveal a pair of black boxer briefs stretched over muscular legs and a bulge that extended down the inside of his thigh. Shawn removed his shirt and shorts to reveal long, lean muscles that fit his frame; Derek was built larger than either of the others, and his shorter frame gave him the appearance of a tank.


"Race you to the water, boys!" I turned and jogged to the water's edge.


"Oh, it's on! I'm gonna get you!" Shawn called after me, as I heard the boys break into a sprint. I was first to the river due to my head start, but had reached water only to my shins before Shawn – the speedster of the group – caught me and tackled me into the deeper portion of the stream. The sudden shock of submerging in the icy brook stole my breath, and it barely registered that I was under water, and under Shawn whose arms were wrapped around my torso, one hand squarely (inadvertently?) cupping my left breast.


I came to the surface gasping for air amidst the laughter of the three boys. I stood, finding that the water reached to just above my hips.


"Dude! Not cool!" I scolded Shawn, whose devilish grin showed that he had no regrets. "You need to give me a heads up! I almost choked on river water!"


"Awwww, Mighty Mouse!" Derek teased. "Is the water too cold?!"


"I just want some warning next time I'm man-handled!" I protested, noting the conspiratorial glance among the three guys.


"OK OK, we understand, and Shawn's sorry." Victor explained, holding up his hands apologetically. "He didn't mean any harm by it, he was just having some fun." As he spoke, Derek reclined in the water and paddled on his back into the deeper water behind me. "We'll behave as long as you will. Agreed?" He smiled at me again, wading towards me as the water rose above his knees to his thighs.


"It's OK. You know, just be more careful next ti-" my words were cut off as Derek grabbed me around the waist and lifted me out of the water. He flung me over his head like a rag doll and I again found myself unexpectedly submerged in the cold river.


I resurfaced again and sputtered out a mouthful of river water, glaring at Derek. "What did I just says?!?! No more of that shit! I mean it!" I shouted as I pushed my wet hair back from my eyes.


"Oooooh!" Shawn laughed from behind me "She's getting mean!" He grabbed me around my waist and lifted me out of the water, effortlessly tossing me back towards his friend. This time, before I could even resurface, I was wrapped in Derek's arms, lifted, and thrown again.


I was rapidly running out of breath in my short respites above the surface of the water, and though they weren't trying to be rough, I could feel fingertip bruises forming on my ribs and stomach as the boys gripped and tossed me for sport. As Shawn lifted me from the water in a cradled hold with one arm under my armpits and the other cupped under my knees, I breathlessly pleaded for him to end – or at least pause - the game so I could catch my breath.


"That depends, are you gonna be good?" he asked.


"Good?" I half choked-half laughed, but I was confused by the question. Shawn didn't find my answer satisfying and tossed me towards Victor. I resurfaced at Victor's knees, and he lifted me, cradled in his arms with my head back.


"OK! OK! Just give me a minute!" I again begged, laughing at the game but genuinely pleading for a rest.


"Now, are you gonna be good, Sarah?" Victor repeated Shawn's question.


"Yes, I promise I'll be good!" I pushed wet hair from my eyes and adjusted my swimsuit top back into its proper alignment with my one free hand while the other grasped Victor's muscular back for balance. My heart was racing, and my heavy breathing pushed my breasts tight against his chest.


Victor looked into my eyes as he held me. "You promise to be good?" His voice was soft, but its tone was solid and serious.


"Yes." I said, meeting his gaze. "I promise I'll be good."


Victor lowered his face to mine and kissed me deeply, and the air left my lungs in a rush as I caressed and ran my finger nails along his back. My other hand roamed to his chest as he let my legs down and placed me back to a standing position in front of him in the hip deep water. Our lips locked, our tongues twisted together in our hungry mouths.


His arms pulled me closer to him; his hands roaming my back were suddenly joined by a second pair helping with the tie at the back of my suit. I broke our kiss and looked over my shoulder, to find Derek had joined us. He kissed along the ridge of my shoulder as his fingers worked at the knot of my bikini top. I turned my head further, and our mouths met as Victor kissed down my neck, continuing to my chest as he moved aside the triangle of my bathing suit and wrapped his lips around my right breast. I gasped as his tongue met my nipple, and moved my hand to the back of his head to hold him in place.


I felt a third set of hands as Shawn came alongside us, his fingers gripping my other breast. Derek broke off our kiss and put both of his hands to work at the knotted back of my suit, as Shawn locked his lips with mine as he groped my breast with one hand and tried to loosen the hip-tie of my bikini bottom with the other. He quickly grew frustrated with my double-knot, and instead shoved his hand down the back of my suit, grabbing my ass so hard I was sure he'd leave a bruise.


As I started to break our kiss to tell him to be gentle, Victor moved one of his hands around my hip to my stomach, then down the front of my bathing suit, making immediate and precise contact with my clitoris. My complaint to Shawn was instantly reduced to a murmured sigh at Victor's touch, as he maintained contact with my clit while pushing one – and then a second – finger into my moist pussy. I gasped at the penetration of his fingers and reached behind me, gripping the others' cocks through their briefs.


With the added stimulation of my hand on his dick, Derek finally successfully navigated the double-knot at the back of my top. The ends of string fell to my sides, and the fabric triangles that had been stretched to cover my over-sized breasts slackened and fell loose, hanging gathered in my deep cleavage by the string around my neck.


"Whoa" was all Shawn could manage as he took in the sight of my exposed mounds. He took one in his hand again, and Derek reached from behind me and cupped the other. I moved my fingers to the elastic bands of Derek and Shawn's briefs, sliding my small hands into their shorts and grabbing two cocks, each thicker than my wrist.


"Turn around" Victor said, as he pulled his fingers out of my pussy. He grabbed me by the hips and turned me in the water, so that I faced Derek and Shawn, now standing side by side.


With my back now turned to him, Victor tugged my bathing suit bottom to the side and rubbed his fingers along my engorged pussy lips. He muttered his approval before he rudely shoved his cock into my pussy.


I had never had anything like Victor's wonderful cock inside of me, and I gasped as his girth stretched my pussy. Stunned by the new intrusion, my hands momentarily lost their rhythm and paused in jerking Derek and Shawn's dicks. The lag was more than Derek was willing to wait, as he grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled my face down toward his throbbing, twitching dick. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth wide as his massive brown head passed between my lips. He continued his pressure on the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my red hair in each hand to pull my mouth further onto his shaft. I opened my mouth and throat as wide as possible to take in the massive invasion, letting out a choked grunt as his cock head struck the back of my throat.


I moaned and choked around Derek's thick shaft as Victor increased the pace and velocity of his thrusts. My tits swung with the force of his movements, almost brushing the surface of the river as I was bent over between the three men. As Victor and Derek took turns pulling my moist holes over their enormous dicks, I did my best to satisfy Shawn with my hand, but he was clearly running out of patience at being the odd man out. Derek pushed into my throat one last time, then withdrew and generously moved to share my mouth with Shawn's dick.


Shawn placed his large hand on the back of my head, but rather than forcing me to throat his shaft, only placed the tip of his cock in my mouth. I energetically wrapped my lips around his pole, looping my tongue around the cockhead that was almost the size of my fist. As I worked my lips and tongue over his dick, I slowly slide my hand down the shaft until I reached his weighty scrotum. I gently rubbed and squeezed his balls, and he let out a deep, guttural groan of appreciation of my efforts, reaching down to grab one of my swaying tits. Suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth off of my cock, his waving member threatening to unleash the heavy dose of cum that his balls promised.


Derek and Victor laughed at their friend's near-loss of control as he took deep breaths to regain his composure. "Hot damn!" Victor chuckled from behind me, "You almost made my boy glaze you before we were finished!" With that, he gave my ass a hard, painful slap and the group laughed again as I gave a sharp cry in response. Confident he wouldn't spill his seed yet, Shawn guided my mouth back to his dick as I stroked Derek's shaft with my free hand. The premature scare past, Shawn pushed his cock deep into my mouth, striking the back of my throat with his head as I coughed and gagged up a thick stream of saliva and pre-cum.


Victor had never lost his rhythm during Shawn's interruption, but he now once more increased the speed of his thrusts. His balls slapped against my inner thighs each time he threw his cock deeper into me, my breasts wobbling like soft pendulums below me, my bikini top dragging in the current on the water's surface. I let out a delighted wail through my stuffed mouth as I climaxed hard around Victor's cock.


"Aw yeah, she's loving that!" Derek commended his friend's efforts, as Shawn and Victor high-fived over my arched back. "Let's move her back to the beach. It's my turn with her."


I could almost feel Victor reluctantly nod his agreement, as he pulled his dick from my wet slit. Shawn pulled my mouth off his shaft, then lifted me over his shoulder as the three boys moved to the beach, carrying me to the blanket. Still compliantly slung over Shawn's broad shoulders, I felt one of the others – I couldn't tell who – pull my bathing suit bottoms from my hips and down my legs, then watched them sail over my head to the sand as they were tossed away.


I was lowered to the blanket, sprawled on my back as my loose and useless bathing suit top was pulled over my head and tossed aside. Victor knelt beside my head and slapped his cock across my lips to demand entry. I obediently opened my jaw allowing him to push his gorgeous cock into my face. Derek pulled my legs apart and lifted my hips, entering me without warning and causing me to squeal in a voice muffled by Victor's dick.


Derek began to pump into me, while Shawn, again finding himself left out, tapped his dick against my cheek. I pulled my lips from Victor and allowed myself a brief second to breathe, before taking Shawn back into my mouth. I murmured my approval of Derek's efforts, feeling my breasts flopping with each of his penetrating thrusts. Victor reached down and grabbed one, loudly approving of their firmness.


I switched my mouth back to Victor's cock, massaging Shawn to keep all parties happy. However, that wasn't enough, and Shawn began to verbalize his distress at not yet having his turn. Derek agreed to give up his cock's position inside of me – his friends' mischievous smiles as I looked up from Victor's cock should have served a warning – and Shawn traded his position.


I was gripped by my hips, and turned over as Shawn pulled away from my hand. Victor made certain to keep his dick in my mouth as I was rotated. Shawn entered me for the first time, and my pussy stretched again at the entrance of my third large cock of the day. I groaned and rocked my hips to match Shawn's thrusts from behind me while Victor put his hands at the back of my head, pushing my lips further down his shaft to oppose the efforts of Shawn pulling my hips.


Meanwhile, Derek moved my hand as he wanted along the length of his dick. Shawn pumped my hips to maneuver my pussy long his shaft, using me as my mouth enveloped Victor's length. Without warning, Shawn withdrew his cock from my pussy and pressed it against my asshole's puckered entrance. I tried to express my alarm and uncertainty at his maneuver, but my words were muffled by Victor's cock filling my mouth as Shawn moved his cock from my wet pussy to my raw dry ass.


"Holy shit, this bitch's ass is even tighter!" Shawn declared to his friends as he pushed his cock through my virgin threshold, while I continued to try to protest around Victor's cock. "Oh God. She's so tight." Shawn boasted again, and it was Derek's turn to grow frustrated at being left with only my hand for service. At Victor's direction, I moved my mouth to Derek's cock, accepting the full length and girth of it into my mouth and throat while Shawn continued fucking my ass.


"Sorry, we don't want you to be uncomfortable." Derek said, as he directed Shawn to withdraw from my ass. Shawn accepted his protestation, and pulled his thick cock out of me.


Derek lay on his back on the blanket, his enormous cock waving below me, and I obediently straddled him. He grabbed me by my hips and turned my back towards him, my naked sweaty breasts pointing towards the river. Derek briefly teased my pussy with his cock, causing me to gasp, turned away from the next man who was to penetrate me. Victor moved his cock to my mouth again, and I wrapped my lips around his dick, serving him as his hands guided me.


As I straddled Derek with my legs splayed and my back to him, he briefly put his cock head against the mouth of my vagina, then instead pressed it to the entrance of my ass. I began again to protest, but Victor's hand at the back of my head made any complaint almost impossible around his cock. The large head of Derek's dick slid through my unlubricated hole and I whimpered briefly while my asshole adjusted to the intrusion, dutifully continuing to suck Victor.


Derek reached from behind me, firmly cupping each of my large tits in his massive paws. Shawn stepped forward and I expected him to request a turn in Victor's role at my mouth, but instead he approached my parted legs. He sank to his knees in front of us while stroking his cock, leaning forward and placing his dick at the entrance to my wet slit. He briefly rubbed the head of his cock against my lips, eliciting a soft coo from my full mouth, then plunged his tool deep into me.


The sensation of their double-penetration was nearly indescribable. I had never felt so engaged, so stimulated, so... full. As Shawn and Derek stretched my tight lower holes, each man pushing his enormous cock into me in turn, Victor continued his engagement at my mouth, pushing and pulling my lips over his shaft for his pleasure. He brushed a loose strand of hair from my forehead and turned my face up to make eye contact with him.


"I guess now you know why this is called Three Holes Gorge." Victor chuckled and the others shared a short laugh, but their efforts were more taxing and they could spare only so much breath. It occurred to me that this might not be the first time these boys had brought a girl to this spot.


Shawn grabbed me by my hips and lifted me to him, further impaling me on his rod with my breasts pressing against his chest. Derek's cock slid from my ass as Shawn raised me into the air, clutching against his body for leverage as he rose to his knees, then rotated to lie on his back. His dick never slipped from inside me during the position change, and I sat upright on his shaft, grinding my hips as I rode him. Derek and Victor stood at either side, and I took each of them in my mouth in turn. I felt another climax building in me, and I screamed around Victor's cock as I came around Shawn's.


I nearly collapsed on Shawn's chest after the effort and release of my orgasm, drawing in a few precious gasps of air before switching my mouth back to Derek's dick. Victor walked behind me, pushing my shoulders towards Shawn which turned my ass upwards. He spanked me, keeping his hand on my naked ass before running his fingers until they reached my abused hole. Victor pressed two digits into my asshole, fingering my opening while Shawn continued fucking my pussy from below. The pressure at my ass increased as Victor's cock head pressed against and then through my barrier. I gasped as I was once again filled in all of my holes; completely stuffed with enormous black dicks.


My lips tightened around Derek's cock, as I rolled my tongue along his head and shaft. His hand rested firmly on top of my skull, pulling my mouth towards him to match the push of his friends' strokes from below me. I was no longer grinding my hips on Shawn's dick, but rather allowing the two rods to stretch and tug my holes with each of their movements. Moving in sequence, Shawn would raise his hips to push his cock into my pussy, after which Victor would thrust his pelvis and plunge his cock deeper into my ass, his hand firmly closing around the back of my neck to hold me in place to meet his and Shawn's thrusts.


Through a thick mouthful of cock, I let out a deep groan that grew to a whimpering scream as I climaxed at the remorseless double stuffing of my tender holes. The intense pleasure of Shawn's cock in my pussy drove me to the verge of cumming, while Victor's thick rod working my ass pushed me over the edge to the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced. My pussy and ass contracted and shuddered as I came to a body quaking climax, and I gasped for breath around the enormous cock stuffed in my mouth.


"Fuck yeah, I think this bitch is ready for some cum." Derek shouted as my lips hummed around his shaft, his hands clamped firmly on the back of my head holding my nose close against his stomach. "I'm going to give it to her. Are you guys ready?" Derek had already pulled his cock from my mouth and was smacking it across my lips and nose as he spoke. It felt almost like being punched, as his thick dick slapped my face while Shawn and Victor continued their penetration of me below.


Shawn almost didn't make it, announcing suddenly that he was about to cum. He left himself barely enough time to pull his cock from my pussy, before he had pushed me over onto my back – forcing Victor out of my ass – and begun to cum across my stomach and tits. I felt a warm wash of viscous liquid unfold over my belly catching on the underside of my breasts. Shawn continued stroking his monster as he shot four more ropes of cum, his seed splashing off my tits and speckling my shoulders and face. With semen running down my torso, dripping from my breasts and pooling in my belly button and at the fold of my hips, I recovered from the surprise of Shawn's orgasm. I rose to sit up on my knees, preparing for Derek and Victor to cum. I knelt on the blanket in front of Shawn, Derek and Victor. Derek stood above me, smiling at me and stroking his thick member. Shawn placed his the head of his slackening cock at my lips and I opened to suck off the last few drops of cum that he hadn't used to coat my breasts. Looking up at Derek and Victor with Shawn in my mouth, I cupped and lifted my tits, my eyes begging each of them to unleash his heavy load.


Derek was first to oblige, as he grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked my head back. Shawn's dick – cleaned of any remaining cum – was pulled from my mouth by the motion as my face was wrenched upwards below the head of Derek's loaded cock. He pumped his shaft with his right hand, gripping my head and holding my face in place below him with his left. Derek emitted a deep groan and let fly with a thick wad of cum that landed across my open mouth, the creamy saltiness fell to my tongue and slid down my throat, and I eagerly swallowed, opening for more. He was less generous with his next release, as it crashed against the point of my nose, parting almost precisely to drop in equal pools across each of my cheeks, spraying around my eyes as I blinked and sputtered.


As I struggled to regain my eyesight, Derek still stood over me and worked his cock, smiling as he unleashed a third stream of cum that struck me in the jaw. The thick gel trickled down my chin, running to my neck and pooling between my cupped breasts as Derek let loose with a fourth and then fifth blast of cum that were now unabashedly aimed at my tits. He smirked as he admired his work, his frothy white coating left on my full, heavy D cups. Nearly spent from his effort, Derek brought his still-rigid cock to my mouth, and I sucked vigorously to draw in his last remaining drops.


For the last few minutes, Victor had stood aside and watched events as they unfolded. Victor, whom I had almost run over while distracted with arousal at the beginning of the day, which felt like a lifetime ago. Victor, who had been a trustworthy guide on the raft trip down a rain-swollen river. Victor, who had spent the afternoon sharing me as a fuck doll with his friends. Victor, who was now standing over me – my body covered in the cum of those friends' – stroking his cock and grinning as we locked eyes.


I think Victor missed the intended mark with his cock's first volley. The gooey chain only grazed my forehead above my right eye, and caught in my hair – I could feel the weight of his semen as it hung in my auburn locks. Victor corrected his aim on his second try, leveling his dick at my face and unleashing a heavy stream of cum that traveled directly up the bridge of my nose. This meteor of ejaculate left a distinct white streak up the middle of my face. The heavy front end of the load caught just above my hairline, the gelatinous mass spreading and taking hold among my bangs. The lesser end of Victor's cumshot landed on my upper lip, but I was unable to reach for it with my tongue, as Derek's cock still occupied my mouth.


Victor groaned again, as he prepared to release further rounds of seed on me. I braced, luckily shutting my eyes, as he let loose with a third round of cum that struck me as a solid mass squarely in my right eye. The thick sperm effectively sealed my eyelid shut as the warm load slid down my cheek. As I recovered, Victor released a final two ropes of cum that splattered heavily on my heaving breasts. Through my one open eye, I saw his cock approach my face, and I released Derek from my mouth to accept Victor's spent (but still rock hard) member.


"How you doing, baby?" Shawn smiled down at me as I finished cleaning Victor with my mouth.


"I think she's having a little trouble seeing." Derek sniggered. "Maybe she needs to wash off." I was lifted from the blanket and thrown over Derek's shoulder. I was shocked and helpless as he carried me down the beach and into the water. I had a last second to grab a quick breath before I was dropped back into the icy water. I surfaced, sputtering and drawing in a few deep breaths, before I commenced with scrubbing the three men's cum from my face and breasts.


"Don't forget your hair!" Shawn provided mock guidance from the shore. I indignantly raised a middle finger, but he was right. Cum was stubbornly tangled in my hair, and I had to drag my nails through my red strands to remove the white clumps. Satisfied that I was as clean as possible, I waded back to shore to where the boys had already dressed.


Shawn approached holding the two pieces of my bikini, seemingly helpful, but as soon as I approached, he lifted them out of reach, playfully grabbing at my tits as I strained to grasp the garment. He relented after a moment and allowed me to dress myself before we walked back to the raft as a group with a slight air of awkwardness. My vacation had taken an unexpected turn, and I had a lot to process.


We climbed back into the raft and pushed off from shore. I pulled my t-shirt and shorts from my bag, and pulled them on over my swimsuit, looking across the river at the magnificent peaks in the distance. The sun was beginning its slow descent down the sky, casting long shadows across the river.


"This really is beautiful country." I said to no one.


"So you've gained an appreciation for nature, City Mouse?" Victor smiled at me as he spoke.


I laughed, my shyness slipping away. "I guess you could you say I've learned a lot this trip." The rest of the ride the boys and I chatted and joked as friends, almost as though the afternoon's earlier events hadn't happened. At last, the nose of the raft sk**ded up the shore at the company lodge just as dusk was falling; a few hours behind schedule.


I collected my possessions, climbed out of the raft, and walked up the sand as the boys pulled it ashore. We exchanged self-conscious goodbye hugs, each of the boys squeezing me a little closer and longer than I was accustomed. I gave them one last smile, then turned and began walking to my rental car when Victor called out to me.


"Hey! You forgot your souvenir!" He said, tossing a rolled up t-shirt to me. "Something to remember your trip" he said with a wink. I caught and unfurled the shirt, blushing a deep maroon as I read its print. In large black letters across the chest, the shirt proudly declared in capital letters:


"I GOT SOAKED AT THREE HOLES GORGE."