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Revival at Nude Creek: Part 3

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Ken’s wife pushes the boundaries of sexual liberation. Hard.

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I

lay there on the ground, my face hurt, flushed, and red from
humiliation. Despite that, I felt newly needful, my cunt tingling with
heat. I was aware of a rising arousal from deep in my subconscious. A
raw, primal lust, an urgent need to please the alpha. I was now a
worthless sex toy, nameless, only good for satisfying any random man
that Leo gave me to. My cheek stung, and my mouth had the foul taste of
the ranger's seed. But my cunt burned. I needed to get fucked again. Deb
came over and helped me up, brushing the leaves and grass from my hair.

"Are

you OK?" she asked. I nodded. Then she turned and grabbed his cock and
started to tug it, getting it semi-hard in the process.

She

nodded to me, "Show Leo you are grateful for his cock this morning,"
and tugged Leo by the cock to stand in front of me. I hated her
condescending tone, but I looked up at him, my feelings of desire for my
young lover still burning in me.

I

would do my best for Leo. I had both hands around his thick shaft; my
lips kissed the head. I could taste his pre-cum on my lips and tongue. I
was kissing his cock, savoring the taste. I had never before considered
putting a man's cock into my mouth; good girls didn't do such things.
Now, it's my second one today, and this time I couldn't wait to taste
him. I looked at his cock up close, for the first time in my life,
actually seeing it and examining it in detail: the foreskin, the thick
veins, the silky soft skin, the muscular hardness as it swelled up in my
hands. I lifted his cock to examine his large, smooth balls. I lifted
each one with my hand and felt it. Like an egg in a silk purse, I was
fascinated with the weight and the feel of each one. I kissed them,
making Leo moan and gasp, then took one into my mouth, gently feeling it
fill my mouth, running my tongue over the smooth skin.

Ken

had fucked me on our wedding night, then as we tried for children. I
never had any curiosity about his cock; it was just "there." Now, I
found myself completely absorbed in learning everything there was about
Leo's sex.

I

tugged his foreskin back, exposing the glistening head, wet from
pre-cum. I kissed it, then let just the head penetrate my lips. I sucked
the flavor into my mouth and swallowed.

"Umm hmm, I love the way your cock tastes," I cooed. Leo moaned in pleasure.

"Ken?

Are you watching your wife pleasing Leo?" Deb jeered. "She's going to
be a good cocksucker when he's done with her." For some reason, hearing
the name of my husband was a little surprising, as I was only focused on
Leo. I didn't look to see Ken's reaction.

I

started sucking Leo's cock, thicker than the ranger's. This time I did
much better than with the ranger, as I wanted it. I wanted to show Leo I
was good at sucking his cock. I realized I enjoyed it and grinned to
myself for a moment; realizing I would have done this to Ken if he'd
asked me. It was different from vaginal sex. I was a more active
participant; I could use my tongue, my lips, my fingers, and my hands. I
quickly learned that I had more control over a man this way. I could
feel his climax rising, and I could encourage it or else slow it; he was
vulnerable and pliable.

Leo

took his time, and he started fucking my mouth slowly; his much larger
shaft challenged my fresh skills, but I was eager to please him. I
placed my tongue under his tip and teased his cum hole. I tasted a tiny
squirt for my efforts and then tried to get it to happen again. I opened
my mouth to take him in deep, feeling his cock head hit the back of my
throat.

With

Leo's hard cock in my mouth, I thought of my husband; our years of
unimaginative sex. An entire world of intimacy had been kept from me. I
took Leo's cock out of my mouth, his thick shaft shiny and glistening
with my saliva.

I

turned to Ken: "Oh my god, his cock is so big in my mouth. I love
pleasuring him like this. Did you ever imagine I'd be on my knees in
front of a man like this?"

I could see his cock was rock hard. Ken shook his head.

It

was true. Ken and I could now see a world of possibilities only because
I had stepped beyond our comfort zone. After this, I realized I'd want
to suck cock again, and often. I wondered if Ken would let me suck him.
Or would I need to find another young, hard lover?

"I

love sucking your cock, Leo!" I reaffirmed, then returned my attention
to his now fully stiff cock. He grunted with satisfaction at the skills I
was demonstrating.

That brought praise from Leo. "That's it, girl, that's good. Suck my cock. Show your husband what he's been missing."

And

I did. I attacked Leo's cock with gusto; his head hit the back of my
throat but proved too thick to penetrate any farther, so I sucked and
used my hand to stroke his exposed shaft.

"Leo, your cock is so big," I bragged, knowing Ken could hear. "Your cock tastes so fucking good. So hard, it fills my mouth."

I

felt Leo's cock in my mouth start to stiffen. His cock was swelling and
starting to throb in my mouth. Before, the ranger kind of just spurted
when he was done, but I knew what to expect this time. I clamped my lips
around the tip of his cock and started stroking the shaft. Soon, Leo
grunted and started to ejaculate, sending hot jets of his fresh semen
into my mouth. The first spurt hit my tongue: hot, thick, and not bad
tasting. Recalling my choking on the ranger's cum earlier, this time I
swallowed as fast as I could, letting my mouth fill up, then swallowing
again. The spurts kept coming. I kept swallowing even as some escaped
and dripped down my chin. I used my fingers and the back of my hand to
clean my face and then licked all the cum off my hand. It tasted great. I
wanted more.

I

didn't gag on Leo's cum; his semen tasted a little salty but clean and
raw, and I sucked his cock dry eagerly. Leo must have had enough; he
unceremoniously pushed me away, pulled up his pants, and wandered off.

I

watched him go wordlessly, then hearing a pan hit our fire grate, I
looked back as Ken started breakfast. The ranger's basket contained
eggs, flour, lard, and a few other small packets. Mike took it over to
Ken, and they started the fire for breakfast.

I had been sold for a basket of eggs...

Ken

made me a plate. We started eating. By that time, Deb, Don, Mike, and a
few random girls sauntered over, perhaps drawn by the smell of
breakfast, including Leo, and they consumed everything Ken had cooked.
Then, unceremoniously, they just wandered off, saying very little. After
breakfast, Ken and I were relaxing, and I was glad to have him alone
for a change when Leo returned with Don and joined Mike, boldly asking,
"Want to try my little slut's mouth?" Don chuckled, rubbing his crotch
to show that he was semi-hard already.

Leo

looked at me and demanded, "Ask them if you can suck their cocks too."
Don pulled his hard cock out eagerly. Mike looked over at Ken as if
asking if this was OK, even after everything he's seen so far. Ken
glanced at me, then back to Mike, and nodded. I looked over at Leo, my
young lover. He was like a child with a new toy, seemingly determined to
play with it until it broke.

I

looked over and saw both Don and Mike were nude and erect; each of
their hard cockes were bouncing like springs, and they were shamelessly
stroking in anticipation; a real pair of tug monkeys.

In

our town, boys who abused themselves by playing with their cockes were
considered slovenly, ape-like, of low value, and unable to win a girl.
But here, the handsome, if devilish and muscular Don, and quiet, but
equally attractive and athletic Mike, altered my image of masculinity.
They were openly lusting after me, aroused and eager. I felt powerful;
they were mine for the taking.

Leo

grinned; he was enjoying his domination over me, pushing me farther and
farther. I shrugged, then knelt between the two and took a cock in each
hand.

Little

did Leo suspect, I was having lusty ideas of my own. Those two young
men, so hot, muscular, and wild, the thought of me having them both now
was intoxicating. I looked over at them and smiled. "Can I suck your
cocks?" I inquired lustily. Just hearing those words out loud was making
me wet.

Oh

god, I had reached the point where Leo ordered me, and I obeyed, asking
two guys if I could suck their cocks. I knew I wanted to and was going
to. I wanted to show Leo how obedient I could be. Somehow, it was more
depraved and more arousing knowing Ken was there, helplessly watching me
beg to please other men. I turned my head and looked at the guys.

"Please let me suck your cocks!" I begged. Don leaped forward and offered me his hard rod.

I

realized that I wanted and needed this. The idea of being commanded to
please other men and serve them turned me on so much. Still, I'd never
done anything so indecent like this before. I looked at Leo, grinning
arrogantly. I smiled back.

Kneeling,

I took Don's cock into my mouth, slowly working my spit down the shaft
until his balls touched my chin. Mike stood nearby, his cock bouncing,
already hard.

I

looked at Leo. He was sitting back, pants down. His cock was getting
rock-hard as he was watching me. I felt my cunt tingle knowing that I
was turning him on by being a good, obedient servant. I started by
stroking them both, then turned my head to Mike's cock. I could see a
drop of pre-cum at the tip. I licked it with my tongue, savoring the
taste, eliciting an encouraging moan from Mike. It tasted different than
Leo's, but I liked it. I was going to enjoy this. I then lowered my
head over the tip and started to suck him. I switched to Don, then back,
until they both tried to force their cocks into my mouth, both slick
wet cock heads sliding over my lips, pushing into my face. I couldn't
take both, so I took Don's deep while stroking Mike. It was so erotic, I
was getting so turned on!

Easing

my mouth off Don's cock, I voiced my need, "Mike, now I want you to
fuck my face. Pump your big, hard cock into my mouth."

I

opened my mouth wide and waited for Mike to fill my throat with his
long cock. He eagerly pushed his cock into my mouth and started to
slowly and gently pump it in and out. I placed my hands on Mike's hips
and pulled him into my throat harder. He got the message and started to
fuck my face.

I

kept switching from one cock to the other. Don talked to Leo,
commenting about me as if I were an object, noting my technique or my
enthusiasm but not using my name: I was just an anonymous, cock-sucking
whore to them. I didn't care; I was getting so aroused, so hot, I needed
a cock in me.

I glanced over at Leo. He was leaning back, pridefully watching his whore perform.

He wanted a whore, so I'd show him a whore.

I

looked up at Don, "Fuck me! Fuck me, Don!" I pleaded. I got on all
fours, stoking Mike's cock as I moved. Don snickered. He looked over at
Ken, his mouth curled into a cocky smirk.

"Ken,

come over here," Don offered. "Stand next to me so you can see my cock
deep in your wife's cunt." Ken obeyed reluctantly, moving next to Don.

Don

got behind me. He pulled my T-shirt up over my ass and started playing
with my cunt. I felt his probing fingers stroke my cunt lips, making me
wet almost immediately. He jammed his cock in me, making me gasp and
almost fall forward, then pumped his cock into my cunt a few times. Just
as it started to feel good, he withdrew and then turned me around. I
kneeled in front of him in the grass, on all fours. Don was stroking his
cock in my face, arrogantly watching Ken and then me. Mike took
position behind me. I felt his hard rod slide into my sopping wet cunt.
Somehow, it felt much better than Don's, less rough, and I moaned with
delight. I looked over at Ken for the first time. I think he was pleased
that I'd finally let Mike have my cunt.

"God,

yes! Fuck me! I want to feel you and Don fucking me from both ends," I
declared, reaching for Don's stiff cock. He pushed it into my mouth with
little fanfare.

They traded places a few times, and I climaxed over and over from the stimulation at both ends, even surprising myself.

Mike

moved behind me and pushed his cock into my cunt roughly, no longer any
pretense or warning. He started pumping rapidly. I felt the sweet
thickness of his cock fill me; my body responded almost instantly.

After

a few minutes, they switched positions. I tasted myself on Mike's cock,
my wetness, his pre-ejaculate. It was so hot. Ken walked over to us but
only watched.

Finally,

I took Don's cock head into my mouth and sucked my way down the entire
length of his shaft until my lips were pressed against his pubic hair. I
pumped my head up and down, trying to give Don the oral thrill of his
young life. He must have been stroking earlier, so it didn't take him
long. I felt the first hot spurt hit my tongue, and then he pulled back
and painted my face and breasts with the remaining five or more splashes
until he shook it in my face. Mike had been fucking me at the same
time, each push of his cock into me forcing my mouth down on Don's cock.
After Don ejaculated on me, Mike pulled out and tugged my head toward
his cock. Mike barely got his cock in my mouth before he climaxed. I
grabbed his tight ass and pulled him deep, swallowing his creamy young
load as fast as I could. He too pulled back, and the last few squirts
landed on my neck and boobs. It felt amazing to be covered in hot semen,
dripping down my chest and off my face.

Panting,

covered in sweat and semen, I stood up to show Ken how sexy I looked
and noticed he was sporting a tent in his shorts. I made a show of
licking up every drop of semen I could find, just for Ken. By the end,
his eyes were on fire with lust. After everything, he still wanted me.
Suddenly, I looked over at Leo. He was looking off in the distance.

Leo

didn't try to fuck me or make me blow him again; I wondered why, but I
was really glad for a break. I started to clean up and catch my breath.

After

the breakfast fun was over, Leo must have gone back to the van. I told
Ken I needed to nap, so he said he was going fishing and invited Mike to
go along with him. Mike tugged on Don's shirt, and they ran after Ken.
This was the most unexpected dynamic I'd ever witnessed. They would fuck
me in front of my husband, use me like a slut, and then Ken would treat
them like neighborhood boys: taking them fishing, teaching them how to
make a fire, what trees have the best wood for cooking, and how to
follow animal tracks. In truth, I was shocked.

Ken

seemed fine with only watching me with these men, never interested in
joining. No jealousy, possessive control, or attempts to "save me from
myself" drama either. I fucked or sucked a group of young men right in
front of him, then he took them fishing. It was so unexpected, the
things Ken tolerated...

After the men left, the camp quickly became quiet with only Deb and myself there, resting and listening to the wind.

By

now the semen was drying on my skin; I liked having it on me. I was
wearing it like a badge or something. Still, I wanted to wash up. Deb
helped me get cleaned up in the creek. Then, with all the men gone, Deb
came over to me, and we sat together near the campfire. She looked at me
and asked, "How are you doing?"

I

looked back, gazing into her eyes for a moment, then replied, "I feel
like I have just discovered an entirely new world, only inches from the
place I'd been living my whole life. I am a sexual creature. I'm eager
to explore this part of my being and, with each discovery, find out who I
am."

She leaned in and whispered, "There's even more to it than you know," and then she kissed me.

At

first I resisted. A woman kissing a woman was a new concept for me; I
had no idea how to process it. After a moment, I realized that Deb's
kiss was passionate and sensual while being soft and delicate, very
different from a man's kiss. I relaxed and found I enjoyed it.

We

kissed. She fondled my breasts gently, making my nipples hard and
sensitive. I followed suit, feeling her breasts and nipples with my
fingers, for the first time in my life seeing another woman as a sexual
being. Deb's hands found my cunt, and I spread my legs to give her
access, even as I mirrored her touch on her own cunt.

Playing

with Deb was completely different than with a man. We gently explored
each other's bodies, touching, tasting, and kissing. I had never tasted
another woman's cunt before. I had masturbated and then licked my
fingers, but never another woman's. Deb taught me to lick her cunt while
she licked mine, our bodies lying on the grass, reversed. There was no
urgency, no hurry, at least not until we each approached our climax.
Then we kind of got there together, each waiting for the other to catch
up. It was a softer, more civilized kind of magic. After Deb left, I
crawled into the tent, snuggling up in our familiar old blanket and
drifting off to sleep. At some point, Ken joined me, and we lay together
in silence for a while.

Ken broke the silence. "How are you doing?" he asked, with real concern.

"What

could you possibly be referring to?" I retorted, with false innocence.
Ken grunted; he allowed a tiny chuckle to hang in the air.

I rolled over and looked into his eyes.

"I love it," I said. "I've never come so many times. I never knew my body was capable of this kind of pleasure."

"What about the humiliation? The servitude?" he inquired.

"Are you certain you want to hear this?" I replied. Ken nodded tentatively. Then, again, more sure.

"Ken,

I loved being Leo's slut, even when he used me, then shared me, and
practicality gave me away. Each new experience pushed my boundaries and
showed me a different side of myself." I took a deep breath.

"Maybe

it's not the submission that excites you, but by submitting, you give
yourself permission to..." Ken paused. "Go farther sexually than you
might have when you were your old self?"

I paused, considering what Ken was saying.

"Well,

maybe. I loved sucking cock and the power it gave me over a man. I
loved making men lose control, climax, ejaculate, and then be covered
with their hot cum. I love the feeling of a hard cock exploding in my
cunt. I loved people watching me act so sexy; it was all so new, so
wanton."

"Hmm." Ken postulated, "What if some creepy old codger on the street called you a slut?"

I recoiled at the thought.

"But

it's hot when Leo does it? It gets you aroused when he does." Ken
inquired. Then he put his lips next to my ear and whispered, "Maybe your
sexual infatuation with the young Leo is so intense that he can call
you anything he wants, and it's arousing. Maybe you permit him to
dominate you because Leo ignites your sexual appetite. Maybe you're not a
slut, not his slut, but a deeply sexual woman."

I

looked at Ken and smiled. "Maybe. But I will always be your slut... " I
felt Ken's hard cock pushing against my rear, so I moved until I felt
it slip into my cunt. Ken started pumping his cock in and out of me with
fresh energy, a new and welcome lust, even as I considered his words.

I

was so immersed in my thoughts that I had almost lost track of who was
where. Whoever was fucking my cunt thrust hard into me. I came again,
tingling and enjoying the feeling, until at last I felt Ken's
ejaculation filling me up. He held me close, not talking, until I
drifted off to sleep.

Around

dinner time, I woke to hear voices outside our tent. I looked, and
Ken's eyes were open; he heard them too. Mike, Don, and Leo had
returned. We prepared dinner, we ate, and then everyone kind of wandered
off.

That

was odd; Leo didn't fuck me. I wondered why. Was Leo tired of me? On
reflection, I realized I didn't care. It was a rare moment of quiet for
Ken and me; we ate dinner quietly and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter
4: "Consequences of my actions" Ken is tested. Leo's animal passion
fades, even as April is only getting started. But, word gets around,
will she get more than she can handle?

 

Rediscovering my first love

The

next morning I woke up snuggled next to Ken. After a few minutes of
listening to his deep breathing, I considered waking him up with my
newfound oral skills. But, after a moment of consideration, I decided to
let him sleep in and look for Leo instead. Isn't that funny? As his
wife, I knew Ken would enjoy sleep more than to be woken up early, even
by a blow job. I decided to get up and wash in the creek. After a while,
Leo appeared, alone, and seeing me naked, he walked over to me. His
semi-hard cock was swinging as he walked; he was so sexy, so natural. I
knelt as he got near me and opened my mouth; no words from him were
needed.

I

took the head of Leo's cock into my mouth and sucked it way down the
entire length of his shaft until it hit the back of my throat. I bobbed
my head back and forth, trying to give Leo the best head I could. I was
so glad for his attention again, willing to do anything.

After

a few minutes, I eased my mouth off his shaft, looked him in the eyes,
and urged him, "Now Leo, I want you to fuck my face. Pump your big, hard
cock deep into my mouth. Be rough, Leo, do it."

I

opened my mouth wide and waited for Leo to fill my throat with his
cock. He lustily obliged me and pushed his cock into my mouth and
started to slowly and gently slide it in and out. I let him do this for a
moment, and then I placed my hands on his hips and pulled him into my
mouth hard and fast. He got the message and started to fuck my mouth
with increased energy. His wet balls were slapping against my chin; warm
saliva was splashing everywhere.

He

pushed his fat cock into my mouth again and again, pounding against the
back of my throat. I had to force my jaws open wide, covering my teeth,
to protect his silky shaft from harm. After his cock was soaking wet
from my saliva and fully hard, he pulled out and led me over to the park
bench near my tent and bent me over it. Unceremoniously, he got behind
me and started to fuck my cunt. It didn't take too long for me to start
feeling my arousal rise, a climax building.

I

cried out shamelessly, "Oh yes. Yes! Yes! Ugh, Yes! Fuck me with that
big, hard cock. Take me, honey. I love your cock. I love it! Shoot your
seed into me! Yes! Fill me up."

Ken

must have heard the racket (half the camp might have heard) and emerged
from our tent, sleepy-eyed but alert to his wife's activities.

Leo

was fucking me, doggie style, while Ken watched. I climaxed several
times, then Leo ejaculated, grinned as he pulled his dripping wet cock
out of my cunt, pulled on his clothes, and wandered off.

Ken helped me up, and we sat next to each other for a while, in silence. Then he leaned in and nuzzled my neck.

"Something

happened while we were fishing yesterday," he whispered in a puzzled
tone. "And, there's something I need to tell you." He was about to speak
when we heard someone approaching. It was a group of girls looking for
Leo. He reconsidered and added, "I'll tell you later." We hugged each
other and sat in silence for a little while.

We had most of the day to ourselves; Leo came by later, near sunset.

After dinner, the three of us watched the sunset together. Leo held me close, and Ken sat nearby.

Leo brazenly fingered my cunt, and I spread my legs to give him better access.

"Someone is pretty fucking wet," he stated the obvious.

"Please fuck me, Leo. My cunt is soaked and needs to be filled with your big cock." I begged.

We

moved into the tent and fell onto the sleeping bags, tearing our
clothes off. He pushed his cock into me. He went down on me with long,
slow strokes. I felt it as it slid in and out. It practically massaged
my clit with each stroke.

"God yes," I moaned. "I love your cock, Leo!"

I

just sat back and enjoyed the feeling of fullness and sensations, and
finally, when his climax hit, he filled me with his hot young seed. We
lay next to each other, and Leo slowly dozed off.

I

looked up and noticed Ken had somehow made his way into the tent and
was curled up nearby, watching. I moved over to him, put my head on
Ken's chest, and felt him breathing.

"That

Deb is hot as hell," I commented. "I think she may like to watch Leo
fuck more than he likes to fuck. She loves seeing how far a girl will go
to please him." Ken just grunted. Saying it out loud made me realize
how odd it was, actually. Deb was like his wingman.

"Do you think she's hot?" I turned to Ken.

Ken was momentarily silent, then admitted, "Yes, she's a beautiful woman."

"Have you fucked her yet?" I probed.

It

was funny; just as I asked that question, I realized that Ken and I had
not been apart much, even though I'd been fucking my way through all
the men at camp. I'm not even sure he would have had any time to fuck
her if he wanted to. For some reason, I wanted Ken to experience the
sexual freedom I now had, even though I'd never considered it until just
that moment.

"No." He said simply. I thought about his answer for a moment.

"You know, you should," I replied, in genuine surprise.

Ken took a deep breath. "We're just different people." He said. I wasn't sure if he meant Deb or me.

I

thought for a moment. These past few days I'd been living a completely
different life, floating like a balloon, trailing a long string behind
me, completely free of any preconceived "normal behavior", decorum, or
any concern about other people's judgment. But then Ken would remind me
that he was my string, my tether to reality. I knew, deep inside, that
my wild sexual adventure was not without risks and that I could get away
with things here, so far from home, that would destroy me in any other
place. But, as long as Ken was here, I could be free to test the length
of my string.

I

kissed Ken. Not like a wife kisses her husband, but like a cheating
lover kisses her stud, lustfully, passionately, knowing that we might be
caught at any moment and the world comes crashing down on us. I loved
this feeling, this new aspect of our lives. We were quickly naked and in
each other's arms in an instant. Ken was hard, and his cock slipped
into my used cunt easily.

He started pounding me.

I started to come. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like an animal! Fill my cunt. Give me your cum," I wailed.

All

I wanted to do was come with my husband. I wanted to feel his cock
pounding me, my body responding, my orgasm rising. I came, and Ken kept
pounding me. I came again. Every time I came, I wanted to again. I
reached up, grabbed my thighs, and pulled my legs up and apart. I wanted
to feel him deep inside me.

"Oh my god. Don't stop; fuck me harder. I'm coming. God yes!" I screamed.

Suddenly,

I realized: there was something very dirty now about fucking my
husband; something wildly erotic. Like we were sneaking around on our
spouses, or he had just come back from war, or something. It was more
than just a climax, more than that physical release. It was powerful and
meaningful. Fucking Ken was now a spiritual event, moving and electric.
When I let Leo fuck me, I let him have my body. But, when my husband
Ken and I fucked, I mean, made love, I gave him my entire soul. I had no
shame, no inhibitions left, no reservations. I held nothing back.

I

climaxed, and I felt Ken's orgasm take him simultaneously. He held his
cock deep in me; I felt the hot jets of his semen hitting my cervix. We
held each other, and I started weeping softly.

Ken

hugged me close for a long time, and then he murmured, "I have to tell
you: I don't hate watching you give yourself to other men, although I
know I should! Especially because they don't deserve you. But maybe I
didn't either, before. You deserve better."

He

took a deep breath and continued, "I should be jealous, or protective,
or hate them for what they do to you, or even look away, but I don't."

He got quiet for a moment, then continued, "I should hate you for what you're doing to me."

I

was stunned. What he said was true; I knew that much. The next moment, I
felt a fear deep inside me, like I'd never felt before. Shaking, I
dared to ask. "Why don't you?"

I gulped.

"Why don't you hate me?"

Ken sighed.

"I

admit it's a huge thrill watching you come alive. It was the hottest,
sexiest thing I'd ever imagined. The way you seduce other men, crave sex
with them, the way you move when you're fucking them, the way they
desire you, get hard for you, mount you so shamelessly, stretch your
hot, wet cunt when they penetrate you. I can't help myself; it's
incredibly sexy. I do love you, wife."

"But..." I started.

"Let's

just say this: It was... is a shock to see what you're doing, that's
true. It's not what I expected or prepared myself for. Even so, I
abandoned my old life to do this, and I brought you to this place. If I
hold you back and judge you, how am I different than you were that
morning when you called me crazy?" He took a deep breath, and I could
see him fighting an internal battle before continuing, "This is your
moment. There will be time for reflection later." It was a puzzling
thing to say, but I felt T owed him at least that tiny amount of trust.

"I love you, husband," I replied.

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

I face the consequences of my actions

This

day had started like the others; Leo had arrived at our tent and had
woken me up by fucking me senseless; the screams and cries of pleasure
attracted Mike. He stopped by to watch for a moment, then walked off.
Having an audience made it hotter for me somehow. Leo finished and
wandered off, and this way I had time to clean up.

I

was hoping I had time to suck Ken's cock before the camp was busy with
activity, but we were soon caught up in daily life. The afternoon passed
quickly. More people were arriving for a day-trip, and a few camped
overnight. There were a few girls who followed Leo around, but today
they were packing, planning on leaving the next day. We were getting
ready to cook our fish, and Deb was making up a batter from the
remaining eggs and flour. She seemed to be growing impatient with Leo
and was eager to continue their journey. Leo, for his part, was happy to
fuck, eat, and hang out as long as I was willing. It was happening less
often now, though, and I was feeling more and more anxious and
unsatisfied, my arousal never seeming sated.

Ken and I had a rare moment alone to talk. He seemed pensive, so I prodded, "What's on your mind?"

He

took a deep breath and began, "After fishing for a while the other day,
Mike and Don kind of lost interest and started walking back to camp. I
kept fishing, even though my basket was full, because they were still
biting, if not as frequently. Eventually, I gave up and started back
myself."

"I

heard a noise, someone laughing, so I moved to the bank and kept myself
hidden as I crept up to where the sounds came from. I moved silently,
looked over, and discovered Mike and Don nude, splashing in the deep
part of the creek. I secreted myself in the creekside brush and watched
for a moment, fascinated as these two young Adonis laughed and wrestled
each other, their wet bodies glistening with water in the morning sun.
At one point, Mike got Don into a headlock, and seconds later Don cried
out, "You win!" just before Mike released him. Then, Mike leaned back on
a ledge and wagged his cock at Don. Don grabbed it and started to tug
on it."

I was fascinated by this story; I felt myself getting aroused.

Ken

continued, "Don kneeled and took Mike's cock into his mouth and started
to suck. After a few minutes, they traded places. Don was getting his
cock sucked by Mike. So taboo and so many social norms were violated. It
was so obscene, so dirty."

Ken sighed. "I'd never seen anything like that."

I

thought about it for a moment, picturing it in my mind's eye. Two
beautiful young men, nude, muscular, hard cocks, each touching, tasting,
and pleasuring the other's body. I felt my cunt tingling; I knew I was
wet; I could almost feel the heat from it. I reached over and felt Ken's
crotch. His cock was rock hard, straining against his jeans.

"Did it turn you on?" I asked.

Ken

hesitated, almost ashamed. "Yes," he finally admitted. "It was very
erotic. I knew I should have been sickened or repelled, but it was
incredibly sexy."

Then I asked again, almost in disbelief. "You liked watching men have sex with each other?"

Ken

shrugged, "It was new, I guess." Then he looked at me and said, "Look,
it's not something I'll obsess over; it just caught me by surprise."

Ken

admitted to me, his wife, that he enjoyed watching men have sex with
each other; that was a huge risk to take. After a moment, he said, "I'm
not going to spend a lot of time thinking about it. But I think it's
what got Mike kicked out of his house. I suspect his father caught him
with another boy and disowned him."

I whistled. That was a serious offense.

"But I had sex with Mike! You saw it!" I argued, "He must like girls!"

Ken shrugged. "Go figure," he sighed.

I nodded in agreement, but wondered where this would lead.

It

was late afternoon now. Don had left, and Mike was hanging around Ken
more often. I found myself more attracted to Mike; it seemed to please
Ken that Mike and I fucked every once in a while. At this point, I tried
not to think about things too much. I did sense that Leo didn't like
Mike too much but ignored him more than not. It seemed once Don left,
Leo seemed to lose interest in playing the alpha bull.

Suddenly Mike came running up the path in a panic.

"The rangers are back, and there's a lot of them! A truck, a van, and a Jeep; maybe guys 10 or more!"

I

didn't understand the problem; I was looking forward to meeting new
men, young and virile. I started thinking about that Janis Joplin rumor,
where she took on her entire high school football team. Certainly, Leo
would again try to show off, prove he was the alpha, and order me to
suck their cocks; make me fuck a few of them. My cunt started to ache
for attention.

Suddenly,

Ken took me aside and cursed, "That's not a "few guys," that's a mob,
and a mob can get violent very easily. You need to take the girls and
get out of here!" I looked up. Mike was helping Deb, who was already
running fast, and Leo was slightly ahead. I quickly helped the girls
collect their things, and we soon followed.

Ken

stayed behind to slow them down; Leo and Deb ran down the creek, but
the girls and I were barefoot and didn't keep up; we got separated from
them and finally turned off to a side path. I called for Mike, and he
helped hide us away in the blackberry patch hill overlooking our camp.
Once safely hidden, Mike ran off, calling out, "Stay put, I'll be right
back!" as he disappeared. I had the girls lay low and covered them and
myself with leaves, and we hunkered down, just within earshot of the
camp.

The

rangers were loud, obviously horned up. A few were drunk and demanding
to know where the "cock-sucking sluts" they had heard about were; they
were all expecting to have a chance at me. There must have been 12 or 14
of them milling around, young, brutish, and virile.

While

I listened to them demand sex, I started to imagine them naked, all hot
for me. For some reason, the story of Janis Joplin and her taking on
the entire school football team on the field was vivid in my head. Lying
there, taking on one man after another. I wondered if I could be that
tough. Shamelessly foolhardy? Lusty?

The

thought of them fucking me, taking turns, fighting among themselves to
get their chance, sticking their hard young cocks into my mouth or my
cunt, one after another until they filled me with hot, fresh seed, was
getting me very wet.

I

closed my eyes. I imagined being the object of so many men's lust.
These young men had chiseled, lean bodies. They would be naked, a wide
variety of cocks, all erect, some stroking in anticipation. The boldest
one would be the first to stick his stiff cock into my wet cunt, his
friends would watch. I'd beg the next guy in line to feed me his hard
cock. While I shook from the pounding one guy was giving my wanton cunt,
I'd be desperately licking and sucking any cock that came close to my
mouth. The guy in my cunt would pull out and stick his wet, slimy cock
in my face; I'd start sucking him. A new guy would approach, hard, just
another cock at my cunt. The head of each cock would push my cunt lips
open, slide in, and start pumping me. I could feel the size of each new
cock as it entered me, stretching my cunt wide.

I thought about how good it would feel.

"God yes, fuck me, fill me up. I'm a cum slut. Give it to me. Give it all to me." I would have begged.

I

imagined as each new cock throbbed and the guy's young body stiffened,
and they each ejaculated in me. I could almost feel those cocks deep
inside me. Each would add hot sticky seed to my cunt a dozen squirts at a
time, until I was so full of cum I could feel it running down my legs.

Yes, I wanted this.

I

could hear the rangers demanding to know where the girls were, those
sluts, and they made crude comments about fucking, unloading a season's
worth of pent-up lust, and cum. Holding us down, wearing our cunt's out,
making us scream, taking turns; who would go first? Their rough talk
was exciting; the thought of being used by so many eager men was just so
hot.

I

was just about to leave the girls and make my way back to camp and get
the fucking I was desperate for when I heard soft crying. Both the girls
were shaking, weeping quietly.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

The blond girl, between sobs, cried, "I don't want to be raped."

I

stopped dead in my tracks, my blood suddenly running cold. They were
right; if I gave away our position, that mob of testosterone-fueled and
foolish young men might not be satisfied with my cunt; they might
violently attack any nearby girl, especially considering they were with
me. I thought back to that morning when I sucked one ranger's cock, like
a slut, never asking his name or demanding any respect at all. He had
slapped me hard. He must have gone back and told everyone and spread the
story. I never considered that my actions would endanger anyone else,
let alone these girls who were the same age as my children.

I

did my best to comfort them, keeping an eye out in case we were
discovered and looking for the best escape route. I heard Ken say, "They
went to town to buy supplies. I don't know when they might be coming
back, if at all." That only seemed to anger the rangers; they accused
Ken of lying and again demanded to know where the girls were. They
accused Ken of hiding them and threatened to tear the camp apart.

Just then, Mike arrived. The rangers turned to him, demanding to know where the girls were.

"I

just came from their camp. They must have packed up earlier and left;
the camp is deserted," he groused as if he were disappointed. He then
shrugged and started walking back to his bike, as if to leave. I think
he was trying to convince the Rangers to leave too. He stopped and
glanced back; no one was following him.

I

heard someone yell, "The hell with this!" Someone pushed Ken, another
took a swing at him, Ken ducked, then punched him in the gut, making him
double over and fall. Another ranger leaped forward, swinging his fist,
and blindsided Ken in the face. Another knocked him over, and several
more started to kick him. Ken fought to get up but was surrounded. Mike
jumped in and tried to pull Ken free, but two rangers tackled him and
dragged him off.

Suddenly, a deep voice bellowed out, "That is enough!"

From

the back of the pack, a ranger stepped forward, and the other men moved
aside to let him pass. He looked like a linebacker, muscular and
confident. There were two other young men with him, both blond with crew
cuts, and they walked alongside him like sharks in the wake of a boat.
He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear: "It seems we've made a
mistake; there is no church bus full of eager dance hall girls here.
Let's go; there's no good reason to stay. Go!" The group of men grumbled
but slowly started to leave; the big ranger stayed back and watched.

He

turned to Ken and stuck out his hand to help him up. "I'm Ranger Steve.
This is Andy and Andy, the twins." The two blond Vikings extended their
hands in turn. Steve continued, "There are not really twins; we just
say that to mess with the campers." Then, looking at Ken's bruised face,
he asked, "Are you OK?"

Ken

rubbed the side of his face and replied, "Yeah, I think so; nothing
feels broken. One of your rangers has a mean left uppercut." He reached
over and helped Mike up.

Steve

grinned. "I'll be sure to relay your compliment to him in the morning.
All the park rangers from the western region are meeting a few miles
from here. A young ranger was telling tales of a group of girls here who
were, um, eager for uniformed men, let's say. The story got wilder with
each telling; I tagged along to make sure my men didn't get into
trouble, and a good thing too."

Ken thanked him for his help, and they shook hands again.

"We're

stationed up at Lookout Ridge; there are a few more men there on fire
watch. We don't get much traffic; the trails are rugged and the camping
is primitive, but the views are amazing," Steve enticed us.

Steve

and the last two rangers turned to leave. After the sounds of their
vehicles faded, Ken and I helped the girls back to their cars. Ken gave
them directions to the next town, with a suggestion they stay at a motel
until morning. They each hugged him before they left. We watched them
drive off. Mike was already packed; he and Ken shook hands. Then Ken
observed, "There's no reason to ride your bike at night; come stay with
us and we'll leave in the morning. Mike nodded, and then he and Ken
walked back to our tent. I stayed and watched the girl's tail lights
fade into the darkness, thinking about how close we came to real hurt.

Then,

I heard voices coming up the trail, laughing and joking! Deb and Leo
were thinking this was a big joke. I didn't feel that way: my husband
had been beaten up, Mike too, Deb might have been assaulted, as well as
the two girls. I felt anger rising inside me. The voices got closer. Not
wanting to get caught just yet, I darted into the bushes next to the
trail and hid behind the trail sign, a few yards from the van.

They

arrived and started to busy themselves around the van, packing. I could
barely hear them talking from my hiding spot. Deb was glad to be on the
road again, and Leo said he was going to "get some cunt" before they
left.

Deb stopped and informed him, "Things got a little out of hand; maybe you should give them some space..."

Leo

just shrugged and dropped his shorts, letting his cock spring free. Deb
stood in front of him quickly and started tugging at his cock, as if
she'd done it a hundred times. Watching, I expected to feel aroused, or
maybe jealous of that scene, but I felt nothing. I was surprised to see
Deb doing anything remotely sexual with Leo, as she avoided it for days
as far as I could tell. Leo tossed his head back and ejaculated. Deb
wiped her hand on her jeans and climbed into the vehicle, the engine
sputtering to life. It rambled down the road and faded away. I turned
and silently jogged up the trail to where Ken waited.

As

I ran to catch up to my husband, I thought of how easily Leo had
forgotten me and left. Not left, ran. Ran away. He had this way of
making you feel like he was a stud, and you were his whole world; it was
easy to believe it, to submit and follow him, just glad for his
attention. But I was fooling myself; he had no affection for me. No
courage either. I felt foolish and used.

Ken

and I returned to the camp. "We need to get moving early tomorrow; who
knows if those rangers will be back." I nodded. "Are you OK?" Ken asked
with real concern. I looked at him; he just stood down a troop of
rangers and got beaten up, and his first thought was for me.

I

sighed. "Yeah, I'm just realizing that Leo never felt anything for me; I
wasn't special; I could have been anyone. I was a fool, believing he
even liked me."

Ken

replied, saying something surprising: "You had a fling, seduced several
young men, half your age, and had them physically pleasing you for
several days. That's very special!"

I

hugged him tight and beamed, "And I have you, my hero." Then I stopped
and asked him, "Why didn't you sleep with Deb? She seemed to be open to
it."

Ken looked at me as if I were nuts. "That wasn't my scene... "

I paused and brushed the dirt and blood off his face. I took his hands in mine. We looked into each other's eyes.

"Would you marry me, Ken?" I asked.

Ken grinned, "Yes, I will marry you, April, my wife." Then we kissed.

We

packed up what we could, and then the three of us kind of made up a
makeshift bed. At first, Mike just took a blanket and curled up in the
corner like a puppy. I chuckled and told him "Mike? After all this? It's
going to be a cold night; come join us, really." He looked at Ken, then
shrugged.

To

my surprise, Ken lay down on his side, completely naked. Not wearing
his ever-present boxers and T-shirt. I stripped and joined him,
snuggling up against his strong body. He put his arm around me. Mike
stripped and took position on the edge of the blanket, but I pulled him
in close, my arm over his shoulder, my breath on the back of his neck. I
felt the warmth of my two men, the security of having them close. It
was a moment of peace, of tender companionship. I felt myself floating
off to dreamland.

To be continued in part 4, based on a post by mydeepsix, for Literotica.

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