Chapter 9: The Snake River Canyon

Back at the Hampton Inn: “So, my love, do you know what this town is known for?”

“Let me guess, could it be two waterfalls?”

“Why, yes. And where would these falls be found?”

“Perhaps, in the Snake River Canyon?”

“True enough. So, I was thinking. Perhaps I could introduce my trouser snake to your wet canyon?”

“Or, you could sleep out in the car, you beast!”

“Oh, no, not that! Forgive me, I promise to be good.”

“I don’t WANT you to be good. I want to screw your brains out. Strip!”

“As you desire, my queen.”

“Better. Now undress me and get licking. Don’t stop until I scream!”

He pulled away the bedclothes, kissed her, and bent to his task, enthusiastically. She’d worn a pad all day, so her folds were clean and sweet. Every so often, he would flatten his tongue and smear it over her stiffened clit, then swirl back into her pussy. Soon Ada was gasping and clutching the back of his head. This prompted him to introduce his fingers and caress her inner walls, earning the promised screaming orgasms. Then she pushed him away.

“Oh, brother! Tee-hee! Actual brother! Your turn, lie down.”

She gathered his cock in and began polishing with her tongue. Her right hand stroked the shaft, while her left hand held his hip. After his time licking pussy, his cock soon erupted.

Time for a break; they had some crackers and water, then brushed their teeth and returned to bed. “Alright, my love. I’m going to sit on your cock and ride you into the sunset. Watch my titties and make sure they don’t fly off!”

Guiding his cock, Ada sat with a satisfied “Ahhh.” And then the ride began. He watched her tits but soon decided, for extra security, they needed fondling, kissing, and suckling.

After her first come, he slung her over and began slamming into her in the missionary position. Ada urged him on, grabbing his butt. It was glorious, and he spurted his come once more into her tight vagina.

After calming down, they snuggled under the covers.

“Good night, my love.”

“I love you, too, brother. See you in the morning.”

When they awoke, they cuddled and showered. Hampton offered a breakfast room, but they chose to check out and have a full-blown restaurant meal. Again Ada surprised him by packing away a lot of food. He was more moderate, except for three cups of delicious coffee. She twinkled at him.

“Mother would not approve!”

“Oh yeah? What about the gambling and the [quietly] fucking? I think she might overlook the coffee if she knew the rest of it.”

“True.”

“After a gasoline stop and a quick stroll on the Perrine Bridge over the canyon, they were on their way back home to Rexburg.

Since the weather was good, they made a brief visit to the Craters of the Moon National Monument. A tourist couple agreed to exchange phones for some keepsake photos, so Ada and Roger now had several shots of the two of them cuddling in the lava fields.

Then it was on to Arco (“First Town Lighted by Nuclear Power, 1955!”) for lunch.

Back on the highway, they made one last call: “We are two to three hours out, see you soon.”