Riverside Revelations: A Hike's Afterglow

The summer sun hung low over the river, casting a golden shimmer on the water that snaked through the park like a lazy vein. Diane wiped the sweat from her brow, her tank top clinging to her skin after the brutal five-mile hike up the ridge. The group had made it back just in time for the cooler air to kick in, and now they sprawled across picnic tables with coolers full of beer and wine. Laughter echoed off the trees, a mix of her girlfriends—Sara, Jess, and a couple others—chatting about trail mishaps, while the guys, including Cory and Doug, cracked open bottles and passed around a Bluetooth speaker blasting indie rock playlists.

Diane poured herself a glass of that bold red she'd brought, the kind that always made her feel a little reckless. She took a long sip, savoring the tart bite as she leaned against a tree, watching Cory fiddle with the speaker. He was the trust fund type, all easy charm and that boyish grin that screamed zero responsibilities. They'd hooked up once after a show at the Belly Up, bodies pressed together in the dark of his car, her nails digging into his back as he thrust hard and fast. No strings, just the raw fun of it. Doug, on the other hand, was more grounded, the guy who'd dragged her into a snowy hookup in the woods last winter—fucking her against a pine tree while snowflakes melted on their skin. Both were part of that loose friends-with-benefits circle, the kind where boundaries blurred after a few drinks.

The impromptu party kicked off as the light faded. Someone fired up a grill they'd hauled in, sizzling burgers and hot dogs over charcoal that smelled like pure indulgence. Jess started dancing near the tables, hips swaying to the beat, pulling Sara in for a goofy twirl. Diane joined them for a bit, her body loose from the wine, flirting shamelessly with Cory when he wandered over. "You look like you could use a partner," she teased, bumping his shoulder. He laughed, his hand brushing her waist, lingering just long enough to send a spark through her.

Doug joined the circle soon after, handing her another glass. "Hiking always works up a thirst," he said, his eyes locking on hers with that confident glint she couldn't resist. She'd always been drawn to guys like him—bold, no bullshit. The three of them fell into easy banter, the kind laced with inside jokes from past nights. As stars pricked the sky, the group started thinning. Sara and Jess linked arms with a couple of the other guys, heading off toward the parking lot with giggles and whispers about crashing at someone's place. The rest trickled out, cars rumbling away, leaving the park quiet except for the river's murmur and the low thrum of music.

Diane felt the buzz in her veins, a mix of wine and the electric hum of the night. She was horny, plain and simple, her skin still warm from the sun and the flirtation. Cory pulled her toward a shadowed corner behind the picnic tables, near the water's edge where tall grasses offered a flimsy screen of privacy. The spot was tucked away, but not invisible—anyone wandering the path could spot them if they looked hard enough. That risk only amped her up. His lips found hers first, rough and insistent, tasting of beer and salt. She kissed back, her hands sliding under his shirt to feel the hard lines of his chest.

They melted into it, bodies pressing close as the music pulsed from the speaker they'd dragged over. Cory's tongue explored her mouth, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp. Diane arched against him, her pussy already throbbing with need. Then, hands slid around her waist from behind—warm, firm. Doug. She didn't pull away; instead, she leaned into it, a thrill shooting through her as his breath ghosted her neck. "Room for one more?" he murmured, nipping at her earlobe.

"Fuck yes," Diane breathed, turning her head to catch Doug's mouth in a messy kiss while Cory's hands roamed her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples through the thin fabric of her top. The three of them moved like they were dancing to the beat—slow, grinding rhythms that had her sandwiched between them. Cory in front, his hard dick pressing against her thigh; Doug behind, his hips rolling into her ass. She felt sexy, wanted, the kind of alive that came from being devoured by two guys who knew exactly how to touch her.

Clothes came off in a frenzy. Diane peeled her tank top over her head, her bra following, tits bouncing free in the cool night air. Cory groaned, dropping to his knees to suck on one nipple, his teeth grazing just hard enough to make her moan. Doug unbuttoned her shorts, shoving them down along with her panties, his fingers dipping between her legs to find her slick and ready. "God, you're soaked," he said, voice low and rough. She spread her legs wider, grinding against his hand as Cory stood, stripping off his shirt and jeans. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum.

Diane dropped to her knees on the soft grass, the river lapping nearby like an audience. She took Cory in her mouth first, swirling her tongue around the head, tasting the salt of him. He threaded his fingers through her hair, guiding her deeper as she bobbed, hollowing her cheeks. Doug knelt behind her, spreading her ass cheeks and diving in with his tongue, lapping at her pussy from behind. The dual assault had her humming around Cory's dick, vibrations making him curse under his breath. "Fuck, Diane, just like that."

They shifted, the spit roast forming naturally. Doug stood, positioning himself at her entrance while she kept sucking Cory. She felt the blunt head of Doug's cock nudge her folds, then push in—slow at first, stretching her with that familiar burn. He was thicker than Cory, filling her completely as he bottomed out, his hands gripping her hips. Diane moaned around Cory's shaft, the fullness in her pussy making every thrust from Doug jolt through her. He started fucking her steady, balls slapping against her clit, while she worked Cory with her mouth, hand stroking what she couldn't take.

The thrill of the park amped everything—the distant hum of a car on the road, the rustle of leaves that might be wind or someone passing by. Diane's body tensed with it, her orgasm building fast. Doug reached around to rub her clit, and she shattered, pussy clenching around him as she cried out, muffled by Cory's cock. He pulled out just in time, stroking himself as she gasped for air. Doug didn't stop, pounding harder until he groaned, pulling out to cum on her ass, hot ropes painting her skin.

They weren't done. Diane wiped her mouth, grinning wickedly as she lay back on the grass, pulling Cory down on top of her. He slid into her easily, still slick from her mouth, fucking her with deep, rolling thrusts that had her nails raking his back. Doug watched for a moment, stroking himself back to hardness, then knelt beside them. "Turn over," he said to Diane, and she did, getting on all fours again, ass up for him.

This time, Doug didn't go for her pussy. He spat on his fingers, working them into her ass, circling the tight ring until she relaxed, pushing back against him. She'd done anal before, but not like this—not with someone else filling her front. Cory eased back in, his cock sliding into her pussy, and Doug pressed forward, the head of his dick breaching her ass. It burned, a sharp stretch that made her hiss, but she breathed through it, the fullness overwhelming. "Oh shit," she gasped, as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until both men were buried inside her.

The double penetration hit like a wave—two cocks rubbing against each other through the thin wall, stretching her to her limits. They found a rhythm, Cory thrusting in as Doug pulled out, then switching, their grunts mixing with her moans. Diane's world narrowed to the sensation: the slide of skin, the pressure building in her core, the way her body gripped them both. "Fuck me harder," she demanded, and they did, hands everywhere—gripping her tits, slapping her ass lightly, pulling her hair. The risk of getting caught fueled it; a twig snapped nearby, maybe an animal, maybe not, but it only made her wetter, her pussy dripping down her thighs.

She came first, a violent shudder that had her screaming into the night, walls pulsing around both cocks. Cory followed, slamming deep and filling her pussy with cum, hot and thick. Doug pulled out, flipping her onto her back as Cory did the same, both standing over her now. Diane opened her mouth, tongue out, as they jerked off— the Eiffel Tower moment, their free hands high-fiving above her like idiots. Cum splattered her face, her tits, mixing with the sweat and dirt on her skin. She licked her lips, tasting them both, spent and buzzing.

They collapsed in a heap, breathing heavy, the music still playing faintly. Diane laughed, wiping cum from her cheek. "That was insane." Cory kissed her shoulder, Doug her thigh, no awkwardness—just the easy afterglow of friends who'd crossed a line and owned it. They cleaned up with wipes from the cooler, dressing in the dark, sharing a final joint as the stars wheeled overhead.

The drive home was a blur, Diane's body sore in the best way, a pleasant ache between her legs. She crashed into bed, the river's echo still in her ears.

Morning light filtered through her curtains, pounding a mild hangover into her skull. Diane groaned, rolling over to check her phone—texts from the group chat, memes about the hike, nothing about the afterparty. She stretched, feeling the twinge in her ass and pussy, a reminder of the night. Holy shit, she'd let Cory and Doug double-team her like that, right there in the park. The thought should have mortified her, but instead, a slow smile spread across her face. It had been hot—raw, consensual chaos with guys she trusted. No regrets, just a spark of what might come next in their little circle.

She brewed coffee, the steam curling up like a promise, and texted them both: "Survived the hike... and the rest. Round two sometime?" Their replies pinged back quick—winking emojis and "Hell yes." Diane sipped her drink, already plotting the next adventure, because why settle for average when fun like that was just a drink away?