She smiled and said, “Dear boy, I'm gonna make you a man.”

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The Aftermath

It

looked like a war zone. I was surrounded by fallen nude men, their

labored breathing and sweaty muscles, lying in a pile at my feet. Most

had passed out; some had just fallen asleep. I sat up carefully, and Ken

rushed to help me keep my balance as I made my way to where he and

Steve had watched.

We

sat together by the drums for a moment, looking over the carnage I had

wrought. "This will help you," Steve said as he handed me a cup filled

with a cold, clear liquid. It smelled clean and fresh, like clover,

apple, and cucumber, and I drank it. I felt the cool drink flow down my

insides to my stomach; a funny feeling indeed. Steve sat on one side,

Ken on the other. I leaned against Ken's shoulder, and he put his arm

around my waist. I was exhausted, sore, and spent. The drink did revive

and refresh me. We sat together in silence, mesmerized, watching the

campfire slowly burn down.

Eventually,

we rose. Both men helped me make my way to the showers and then helped

me wash the semen, dirt, and sweat off my tired body. Both men stripped,

and we showered together. Feeling the two pairs of strong hands hold me

up and gently wash me was refreshing; the warm water and pine-scented

soap brought me further back to life. Steve still wore traces of war

paint on his face; it made him look savage and wild.

Ken held my face gently and said, "You were so beautiful, so on fire. I love you!"

Ken

kissed me, a passionate, steamy kiss. Then, I turned to Steve and

kissed him, more roughly, wantonly. I had a man on either side of me; I

felt their strength and their passion. Even after the wild adventure I'd

just experienced, the gentle power of these two made me feel sexy,

reigniting my lust.

Steve

put my arms around his neck and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around

his torso, and then he lowered me down onto his rigid cock. I felt it

enter me. Slowly, I lifted my hips and dropped them again as I worked to

take his entire thick length. Then I felt Ken's hard cock at my

asshole; he eased it in slowly, then started working it in and out. It

was easier this time to take it deep; it felt amazing to have both of

them inside me at the same time, somehow soothing my sore and worn cunt.

Steve lifted me up gently, over and over, then let me slowly settle

down on both their cocks at the same time. The feeling of fullness,

stretching, each time deep penetration, then slowly withdrawing, was

exquisite, sensual, and unique. I felt Ken's hands on my body, his hot

breath on my neck. My breasts rubbed and slid up and down Steve's

powerful chest; our nipples would rub against each other; it was

delightful.

"Oh

yeah, oh yeah, that's it... just like that! Oh yeah!" I cried out,

almost sobbing with emotion. "Don't stop what you're doing; that's

perfect. That feels so great! Yes! Oh, Yes!"

I

wanted it to go on forever, but as my climax hit me, my weak body now

shaking and quivering, it seemed to trigger orgasms in both Steve and

Ken simultaneously. We all seemed to cum at once, and I felt my cunt and

ass both being flooded with a hot explosion of man cream.

We

cleaned up, then Ken wrapped a robe around me, and they helped me

tiptoe past the "fallen" rangers and into the safety of Steve's camper.

Steve said, "I'll get those guys into the bunkhouse. I'll sleep there too, and you can stay here tonight."

I faintly remember Ken helping me into bed, then snuggling up against his strong body, and fading into slumber.

The sweetest music is played softly.

The

next morning, I woke up early, sore and weary, and slipped out of bed. I

decided to brave the climb up the watch tower ladder for coffee, rather

than risk being caught in the bunkhouse. I was just closing the trap

door when I heard "Good morning!" I jumped, and looking around, I spied a

young ranger at the coffee pot.

"I guess we had the same idea," I said as he poured and offered me a steaming cupful.

"Milk's down in the larder, I'm afraid," he explained. "My name's Tim."

"No

worries, I like it black," I said. We sat in silence for a while,

sipping and looking out over the forest as the sun rose; a magnificent

site for sure. He was shy and quiet, the perfect company for a cool

morning like this.

"Look,"

he said, shyly, "Um, thank you for last night. I don't have a lot of

experience with, you know, um, women, girls, I mean."

I

grinned. His wholesome "Aw shucks" personality was disarming. "You were

fine; don't worry," I reassured him, even though I had no idea if I

remembered him at all.

"It's

just that I think I, um, finished, um, before I really started. Then,

things got crazy, and we never got another, um, chance, um, to, um, try

it."

"Try it?" I asked.

"Um, you know, with a girl," he confessed.

I

had to bite my tongue to keep from chuckling, not to add to his

embarrassment. I looked into his brown, innocent eyes and smiled. "You

mean, you never...?"

He

looked away and said softly, "Last night was supposed to be my chance; I

even skipped the Tepache and went easy on the pipe, just so I'd be

sober. I mean, I remember how beautiful you were, how sexy you danced."

"Tepache?" I asked.

"Yes,

that's the ceremonial drink we all shared last night. Some of the local

tribes still make it, following traditional recipes; Steve makes ours,

and it's strong enough to take down a mule! It gives you energy for a

while, then knocks you out. Most of the guys will sleep in today,

recovering from Steve's brew!" he laughed.

His

innocent boyish charm and friendliness were working on me. I slid

closer to him, smiling, and offered, "You know, if you wanted to try

again, under more civilized conditions..."

His face lit up like Christmas morning, and he grinned, pleading, "Do you think we could?"

I leaned in and kissed him. After a few minutes, we moved inside.

He

stripped before I could even put my coffee cup down and turned to me

eagerly, reaching out for my breasts awkwardly. I giggled a little and

took his hands. I stepped back, admiring his young, toned physique; he

had almost no body hair, which was odd, but then I recalled that almost

none of the rangers last night had much, except for some facial hair. I

thought to ask Steve later.

"Hold up, let's do this right," I said.

I

taught him how to massage a woman's breasts, not maul them. How to

stimulate her nipples. Where on her neck she liked to be kissed or

lightly bitten. The sensitive spots on the side of her breasts, her

shoulders, her abdomen; he knelt down and kissed my thighs and the back

of my knees. I sat back and showed him my cunt, the tender folds, and

the sensitive clit. But I warned him, never just dive in! Start slowly,

like building a fire on my face, my lips, and my neck; work your way

slowly toward my more erogenous zones. He was an excellent student.

"Your

tits are amazing!" he blurted out excitedly. "They're fucking perfect;

big and firm! And your nipples are as hard as acorns!" As he kissed each

one.

"Oh,

that feels good, yes, yes!" I exclaimed as his warm mouth pressed

against my erect nipples, and he licked, sucked, and nibbled on them. He

flicked his tongue across them. Tickled his fingers around them. No one

had spent much time on my breasts; before now, I didn't realize how

amazing it felt to have them treated right, teased, and tasted; Tim was

almost worshiping them. "Oh yes... YES! Suck my nipples! Suck them. Oh

God... Yes!!!"

I

leaned back. He was fully hard now. His cock was long; longer than

Ken's; but about the same thickness, or maybe a little less. Still

beautiful, virile, and ready. I spread my legs and helped him find his

way inside me. When he did, he pushed in, and I gasped.

"Am I doing something wrong? I'm not hurting you, am I?" Tim asked, "Am I going it too fast, or is my cock too hard?"

"Are

you kidding?" I assured him, eager to build his confidence. "You're

doing great! You're so sexy! Absolutely amazing! You really seem to know

what you're doing. So good, you feel so good inside me!"

Soon,

we had our rhythm down perfectly. His long shaft felt exquisite sliding

in and out of my wet cunt. I was really enjoying the feeling; his

eagerness to please me, the feeling of his young body in sync with mine.

"Slowly,

in and out, working your way in deeper each time! That's it, like that.

Oh, yes, just like that!" I cried out, in spite of myself.

Suddenly,

he started making this soft grunting sound, followed by a tiny squeal

with each thrust. Despite myself, I started to giggle softly. I quickly

hid my mouth so as not to embarrass him, but I found that sound so

delightful, so charming, I couldn't help myself.

Suddenly,

his body got stiff, and he made a final grunt, and I felt his cock

throbbing before pulling out and rolling off me. I didn't feel the great

hot splash of ejaculation that some of the others could do; this was

more like a warm pulsing feeling deep inside my cunt. He grinned,

breathing heavily, and sputtered shyly, "Thank you!"

I

thought for a moment; it did feel wonderful, even though I was nowhere

near my own climax. "No matter," I thought, his effort was commendable.

We

lay next to each other for a few sweet minutes, just enjoying the

quiet. Still, I was feeling playful, so I started kissing down his

muscular chest. I bit one of his nipples gently, eliciting a cry of

"Yow!" from him, then I moved down and kissed the soft, wet head of his

cock. He gasped. I licked his cock from root to tip, then tip to root,

and then took each of his large but hairless balls into my mouth softly,

tonguing them each like hard-boiled eggs. Each new sensation I gave him

was rewarded with a squeal, squeak, or giggle from him, which only

encouraged me to continue.

As

I sucked on his cock, it got harder in my mouth, until it was back to

its full exceptional length. "Let me teach you oral sex now," I offered,

then I took him deep, intrigued by the feeling of his silky head on the

back of my throat when it suddenly popped through, and I was able to

swallow his cock entirely, only stopping when my nose hit his lower

abdomen. The feeling of taking him that deep was incredible for me; a

new thrill. I did it over and over.

I

was so focused on that new feeling of deep-throating Tim that I didn't

hear the trap door open until it slammed shut. I looked up and saw one

of the Viking-esque Andy’s standing there, grinning.

"Um, sorry for the intrusion. Tim and I were assigned to the first watch this morning. Um, should I go?"

I

was about to cover myself when I realized he had just caught me sucking

his friend's cock and shrugged, "What's to hide anymore?"

Tim got up on his elbows and grinning, he said, "Our Indian princess has been teaching me a few things... "

Andy

groaned, then, looking at me, said, "He didn't tell you he was a

virgin, did he? Tim, how many times have you been a virgin this summer?"

Tim stifled a laugh. I glared at him but eventually laughed too.

Andy

grinned and explained, "He gets away with it because of his baby face

and puppy dog eyes. But we're not envious at all." Then he leaned over

to me and asked, "Princess, may a brave warrior offer to teach you a new

trick or two, in exchange for sharing with me what you are teaching

young "virgin" Tim here?"

I

barely nodded when Andy started to strip off his clothes. He was not as

tall as Tim, but more muscular and lithe, about the same age, I'd

guess, blond, not sandy brown like Tim. Like Tim, he had no body hair.

I held my hand up. "Stop!" Both men froze.

"Before

anything else happens, I need to know: The entire male camp isn't going

to come up that ladder today, are they? I'm not sure I can deal with

that again."

Tim

grinned, but Andy said, "No, Tim and I are on early watch. The other

guys will sleep in until Steve wakes them up, and when I checked, Steve

was out cold."

I

nodded, then continued. "One last thing: Why does no man here have any

body hair?" Tim and Andy looked at each other sheepishly for a moment.

Andy

explained, "The salve that Steve cooks up? It's based on American

Indian plants and herbs; it repels anything from mosquitoes and ticks to

bears. It's a decent sunscreen, and it smells good. Only, it makes your

hair fall out!"

Tim laughed, adding, "Yeah, be careful putting it anywhere above your neck!"

We've

been rubbing it on our skin for the past few days; I felt my legs were

smooth. I checked my cooch; it felt soft and certainly more sensitive,

but a little stripe of hair did remain. I sighed with relief. Honestly,

having the guys all shaved like that was kind of hot. I giggled to

myself. It made things look bigger, I thought.

With

that, I indicated to Andy to come closer and sat on a bench, looking at

his cock at eye level. It was semi-hard, thick, and curved up. I took

it into my mouth, savoring the musky flavor and silky smooth texture. I

moved my lips up and down his shaft, licking the foreskin and tickling

the slit at the tip, but I could not get it past my throat like I did

with Tim's. After a few minutes and swallowing a few tiny squirts of

precum, Andy pulled back reluctantly.

"Do you know what "69" is, princess?" he asked in a promising whisper.

"No," I said, now a little frustrated and feeling my arousal growing.

Andy

took my hand and gently lifted me up and guided me to stand next to

him. Then he lay down on the bench and helped me straddle his face,

lowering my cunt to his mouth.

"Now, lie down on top of me," he ordered.

I

leaned forward and found my head between his legs, his stiff cock, and

smooth balls near my mouth. My breasts were pinned against his flat

stomach. Suddenly, I felt his tongue on my cunt! It was like a feather

duster in a whirlwind, soft, light contact but everywhere from my clit

down to my taint. I gasped with pleasure; his tongue felt like it was

everywhere all at once. Almost immediately my legs started shaking; the

sensations he gave me were sending tingles and shock waves up my spine.

It was intense. I tried to mouth his cock, but I had little control as

he devoured my cunt. He flicked his tongue against my erect little clit,

up and down, back and forth, running circles around my sensitive cunt,

kissing it and blowing on it, making it feel hot then cold. He began to

gently nip at my cunt lips with his teeth, like a feeding puppy. I never

felt so much variety of sensations; so sweet, so energetic.

I

cried out as an orgasm ripped through me; it literally took me by

surprise, but it felt amazing. Andy licked my cunt as my climax shook my

body, then pulled back slightly to ask if I was OK.

I

took a moment to catch my breath, then put my mouth on his semi-hard

cock and pushed it in deep. With its natural curve now following my

throat, I was able to get it deep, all the way until my nose was buried

into his balls. I repeated this a few times, enjoying the feeling of the

ridge of his head passing so deeply down my throat until his cock got

too hard (and too thick!) for me to continue, so I pulled back and

slobbered his shaft and balls.

Andy

matched my efforts with his own; it felt like we were in a sensory

feedback loop, matching each other's tantalizing oral techniques and

making the pleasure all that more intense. This "69" was remarkable.

Andy pulled off my cunt for a moment, saying, "Tim, her cunt tastes a little like your cock!"

Tim just laughed and replied, "That's odd. I wonder how that is."; with a fake puzzlement.

I

had completely forgotten that Tim ejaculated in me earlier, and I never

had a chance to clean up. For a moment, I was afraid that Andy would be

offended, or worse, but instead, he just drove his tongue into me

deeper. I gasped and climaxed again. It didn't register with me until

much later that he'd said, "It... tastes like your cock." I wish I'd

thought to ask him what he meant by that.

Then,

Tim announced, "Princess, let me thank you for being such a good

teacher!" I wasn't sure what he meant, but then I felt him push my legs

apart further, and I almost jumped as he added his tongue to my cunt.

Andy attacked my clit, while Tim tongue-fucked me, traced my wet cunt

lips up and down each side, then shocked me further by tonguing my

asshole.

There

was so much sensation emanating from my bottom that I feared I might

have a seizure. I was climaxing over and over, one long stretch of

agonizing pleasure, making me tremble, my breath coming in gasps. I

cried out over and over, but Tim and Andy were relentless.

Before

I completely passed out, I felt Tim pull away, and for a moment I was

grateful, as the stimulation they were subjecting me to was

overwhelming. Andy took a breather also, repositioning himself slightly.

At this point, his cock was covering my saliva and his pre-ejaculate,

and my face was soaking wet and dripping too.

I

heard Tim moving around, and I thought they might let me up, but

instead, I felt Tim's cock at the wet and swollen entry to my cunt.

Before I could cry out or say anything, he'd plunged it deep into my

cunt just as Andy started to lick and nibble my clit again. The combined

sensations were electric. I was barely aware of anything except my body

was shaking with orgasm, uncontrollable and intense. At some point, Tim

must have come in me, then gently but quickly Andy rolled me over and

took his place between my legs. He fucked me urgently, and with passion,

I came and came on his beautiful, thick cock, and thankfully he didn't

last long before I felt his hot cum hitting deep against the walls of my

cunt.

We

lay there, sweaty, dazed, coming down from those orgasmic heights and

back to reality. I realized it was getting late and I wanted to get back

to Ken before he woke up, so reluctantly I pulled on my robe, kissed

both of them goodbye, and carefully made my way down the ladder.

I

carefully made my way back to the trailer where Ken was still sleeping

and stealthily slipped under the covers beside him. The bed was warm,

and Ken's breathing was deep and steady. I quickly drifted off to sleep.

About

an hour later, I woke to Ken putting his arm around me and pulling me

close. I snuggled in and was enjoying the moment when I heard a soft

knock on the trailer door.

Steve

poked his head in and suggested we stay in the trailer until the team

left. Then we heard the sounds of men rising, talking about weather and

wolves and chores and tourists while they ate breakfast, and then

Steve's commanding voice giving out the daily team assignments, and then

quiet as they departed for the day. Steve knocked again, and we all sat

and ate with him: fluffy pancakes with fresh blueberries, thick

maple-smoked bacon, buttery light biscuits, and berry jam. And more

coffee.

After

breakfast, I left to wash up while Steven and Ken poured over maps and

discussed our next destination. Part of me would have liked to stay, but

Steve warned of the risks a pack of young men might pose to a beautiful

woman, no matter how voracious her sexual appetite; not to mention

there were still a few rangers returning later who were in the Western

Council meeting (we had met a group of them earlier). Young men would

talk, and certainly some would arrive from neighboring national parks to

see if they too might get an easy blow job.

Steve

advised Ken to stick to private camps until we were a few states away,

now that they knew what our car looked like. Once again, I was reminded

of the risks an adventurous woman faces in the real world.

Headed for home, a swinging time and a few life-truths.

Chapter

6. April pushes Ken's boundaries in different ways. She discovers the

emotional and maybe spiritual elements in sexuality. Ken makes a

confession.My turn for a surprise

Our

next stop was Milwaukee. Ken was excited to see the Harley-Davidson

motorcycle factory, and there was some kind of anniversary celebration

to boot. We had days of traveling alone before then. It was a little

like we were dating. Ken and I seemed to take extra care of each other,

enjoying each other's company. I was thrilled to see him excited; he

talked about the upcoming motorcycle factory tour endlessly, and his

energy was infectious.

Just

outside of town, we stopped at a small motel and started to unpack. I

had days worth of laundry to deal with. Ken said he'd figure out some

dinner.

I

returned to the room just as a motorcycle pulled up, and the rider with

his passenger stiffly got off. The man was short, around 5'4 feet?

Built like a bodybuilder, his face tanned and wind-burned; a week's

beard growth on his face. The woman was much taller, maybe almost 6

feet. She removed her helmet, and two long auburn braids fell free. She

looked over at me, in a T-shirt and cut-off jeans, then she looked me

over. I felt a small thrill at being assessed like that, to be honest,

but I turned away and met Ken in our room. We spent the night together,

relaxing and watching TV.

The

next day we arrived at the HD motorcycle factory; there were already

bikes from all over the country there, lined up in the parking area,

bikers in leather and babes in tight pants milling about. Ken was

excited, but he wanted to take the tour early, so we went up to the

factory and got in line.

On

the tour, we actually ran into our Motel neighbors from the night

before. Then they introduced themselves as Bob and Monique, who had just

arrived from northern California. They cleaned up fairly nicely, it

turned out. Bob was wearing leather chaps over jeans, boots, a black

T-shirt, and a leather vest under his jacket. His leathers fit so tight

it looked as if he was poured into them. They accented his musculature

and squeaked when he moved.

Monique

was dressed similarly, except she wore black spiked heels and a tube

top under her jacket. She didn't walk as much as slink; it was

fascinating to watch her. They were a good-looking couple, and Ken was

excited to take the tour with a real biker couple. He and Bob talked

endlessly, Monique and I in tow. Later, Monique helped me pick out a

sexy beaded leather vest, G-string, and even a collar and restraints

from some of the local vendors. I giggled at that last purchase, but she

assured me it was money well spent. After a day at the factory, they

invited us back to dinner, and Bob had brought a few bottles of

California wine; we readily agreed.

After

dinner, we were relaxing outside in front of our room, Bob and Ken

still taking bikes and touring, traveling, and camping. Monique leaned

over to me and whispered, "Bob and I like to swap; are you and Ken

open-minded?"

The

entire day, I was aware of Monique; she towered over me, her breasts at

my eye level. She was both feminine and dominant at the same time; it

really had an effect on me. I'd been marinating and aroused by her all

day. Her face was close to mine, her dark red lips parted, her warm

breath on my face. I leaned in and kissed her softly.

She lingered on my lips for a moment, then said, "Let's see if we can get the boys to shut up for a while."

Monique

rose up and then took Ken's hand. He shot me a nervous glance, but let

her lead him into the room. Bob looked at me and smiled, then took my

hand and, once inside, shut the door.

The

room was small but clean, with a queen bed, a table with two chairs,

and a door leading to a shower and sink. Cinder block walls, a

threadbare carpet. Very plain. The men sat in the chairs, and Monique

led me over to the bed.

She

kissed me again, this time taking my head into her hands. I had to

stand on tiptoes; it felt as if I was submitting. I loved it. Slowly,

breaking the kiss only when we had to, we undressed each other,

oblivious to the world. Nude, we lay on the bed.

Monique

leaned in and kissed me slowly and passionately. I felt her hands

sliding through my hair as she worked my mouth; her tongue slid along my

lips, and I responded in kind.

When

she moved back slightly, she arched her back and let me move my hands

to her shoulders. We kissed again and again, soft, lingering kisses that

left me breathless. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh as I kept

steady but light contact with her face. I traced along her lips, down

her chin, and then gently felt down between her breasts.

Her

breathing was slow and measured. We kissed again as I stroked her erect

nipples and I felt her hands on my own breasts. She rose slightly,

leaned over, and pulled me towards her. I kissed her tanned skin, my

tongue lightly tracing her neck and her shoulders. Her breathing became

deeper and more intense. I felt her breasts and began a slow, methodical

massage of them both, feeling her nipples harden under my familiar

touch. Our mutual breast and nipple massage went on, building up our

mutual arousal, our exploring fingertips alternating with soft teasing

kisses that became longer with every minute. I lowered my hand to her

cunt, as she spread her legs invitingly. Softly, I touched her cunt,

ever so lightly running my fingers from the bottom up to her swollen

clit. I pulled my fingers away for a moment.

"Don't stop." She demanded. I had no intention of stopping.

I

moved down and started kissing her inner thighs, slowly moving into her

now glistening cunt. I slipped a finger inside and started slowly

fucking her even as I licked her sweet lips. She spread her legs further

apart, giving me free access to her sex. I added a second finger inside

her and began bending them and sliding in and out as I focused on

increasing her arousal.

Her

breathing became ragged, with short inhaled gasps and slow exhales. She

started to push my face deeper into her lap, and I went further and

kept licking her lips and clitoris several times in a row as her

breathing became labored, and then finally, I felt her vaginal walls

tightening against my fingers and the familiar sensations of a woman

reaching climax. She eventually relaxed, sighed, and lifted me up to her

lips. I raised my mouth against hers in a long, lingering kiss, letting

her taste herself on my lips. My cunt was on fire.

At

this point, Bob stood up and started removing his clothes, like a

stripper. He had a real exhibitionist streak in him. Monique and I

watched, our hands teasing and touching each other as Bob posed and

flexed for us. His tanned, muscled body was heavily covered in tattoos;

he had a patch of black hair on his chest and very hairy legs. He sat to

remove his boots, then his pants, exposing a black leather jock. Even

his ass was tanned (I made a mental note to maybe ask about that later).

He slipped out of his jock, letting his very hard cock spring free and

bounce as he posed. Finally naked, Monique smiled and beckoned to him,

and he slid between us in the bed. I glanced over at shy Ken, who was

sitting but also slowly removing his clothes, less ostentatiously. No

strip tease from him, of course.

Bob

embraced me, and our lips met in a very steamy kiss. I felt Monique's

lips and tongue on the soft flesh of my thighs. Moaning with pleasure, I

gave myself up to the sensations that seemed to come from every

direction.

Monique's

lips and tongue traced a path to my wet cunt. She kissed me there,

sending tingles up my spine. Her tongue licked gently and slowly up and

down the length of my swollen labia. At the same time, Bob's strong hand

covered my breast and began to softly caress it while our tongues

continued to explore each other. I couldn't help but compare Bob's

kisses to the softer, more delicate kisses from Monique just moments

before. He turned out to be a great kisser, and I could definitely tell I

was being kissed by a man. His rougher skin, muskier scent, facial

hair, and sexual urgency were certain giveaways.

Bob

started kissing down my face, along my neck, and then across my breasts

until I felt his rough tongue on my tender nipple. His lips soon

followed, and I felt my nipple harden with each lick and nibble. My

hands went to his head, and I slipped my fingers through his thick but

short hair, pulling him tightly to my breast and encouraging him to suck

harder. I discovered I liked my breasts played with by someone who

knows how, nibbled, sucked hard, and perhaps pinched and slapped

lightly. Bob was an expert at titty-play, and I was his willing subject.

It

was funny. I didn't feel any urgency from either Bob or Monique, which I

sometimes sensed during sex. I was comfortable and able to relax and

just enjoy the experience. That alone felt heavenly, completely

unselfish. I felt Monique slide her fingers into my cunt, and she

quickly found a tender spot on my upper vaginal wall for her to massage

and tease; it was driving me wild! Between that and her tongue on my

clit, I felt the urge to climax building rapidly. Ken was going to watch

me climax with two strangers, and it excited me.

Slowly,

even as my climax was building, Bob worked his way down to my cunt;

there he and Monique both French-kissed over and into my labia, driving

me insane with sensations, until my body shook and thrashed and I cried

out like an animal.

"Oh, fucking god, yes! God, yes! Yes! Oh, oh oh, oh! Yes!!!"

Both

of them refused to relent. My body felt like I had lightning running

through me; I was quaking and jerking uncontrollably until I felt I was

going to pass out. I literally pushed them both away and wriggled up the

bed to escape.

Bob

and Monique looked up from my thighs and grinned, then Bob leaned over

and kissed her, sharing my wet cunt juice between them. It was a

mind-blowing moment. I was nearly hyperventilating, my chest heaving and

my skin sweating. Bob crawled up next to me and gave me a gentle kiss

on the lips.

Monique

approached Ken. I watched with trepidation, and he rarely joined me in

any sexual encounters unless it was at my insistence; the first one

being with Mike, then with Steve in the bunkhouse shower. I wondered

what he would do now with the tall, slinky Monique.

She

leaned over and kissed him, sharing the taste of my cunt. Ken kissed

her back, slowly at first, then with increasing passion. He took her by

the waist and let his hands slip up to her marvelous breasts, swinging

just in front of him. He used the flats of his palms to massage her

nipples while gently tracing around her exposed skin with his

fingertips.

I

saw that his cock was as hard as steel. Monique reached down and

started to tug at it. I think this was the first hand besides my own

that ever touched his cock. I watched in fascination. Bob, to his

credit, played with my nipples or stoked my cunt, but otherwise was

content to watch along with me.

Monique

pushed her breasts into Ken's face. He worked his mouth between them

for a moment, then picked one and started to nibble and kiss her left

nipple before switching to the right one. Monique moaned and teased him

by swinging her breasts into his face and across his cheeks, but Ken

played along, gently biting each time one came close to his face. Then

she started kissing down his chest, biting each one of his nipples in

the process, until she kissed the hard, dripping head of his cock. Ken

gasped and shuddered, a jolt of electricity running through his nervous

system.

He

looked at me, almost questioning, as if he needed my permission to feel

good, even after everything I'd done to him, despite him, and in front

of him. I smiled and gave him a nod. Monique reached out and guided his

cock into her mouth. Ken gasped.

Bob

got up and positioned himself behind Monique; he tensed his muscular

ass, and I knew he slid into her wet cunt with familiar ease. I stroked

my cunt while I watched his tight ass tense and thrust, his balls

swinging, hearing Monique's soft cries of pleasure.

I

got up and kneeled next to Bob, then leaned over and started to suck

his cock with Monique. We licked his shaft, took turns mouthing his fat

head, nibbling his foreskin, and licking his balls. Every once in a

while our lips would meet and we'd French kiss over his cock. Ken would

watch, then tilt his head back. Bob whispered encouragement to both

Monique and me.

"Oh,

yes! Lick his cock, you sluts! Kiss his balls! Suck that cock, get him

hard! Yes!" he said. Then, I felt Bob drop his hand to my bottom, and he

started to finger my wet cunt from the back. The stimulation from both

ends felt incredible.

Bob

was still fucking Monique slowly. I reached around and felt his large

swinging balls as they made wet slapping sounds with each stroke. Then I

traced a wet finger up his taint to his tight puckered asshole and

traced a wet circle around it.

Bob

let out a "Yewow!" sound but pushed his ass out, almost inviting me in

to explore. I wriggled my slick fingertip into his hole, and with every

thrust, let it sink in a little more. "Oh, god, that's hot!" he cried.

He put both hands on Monique's hips and drove his cock in deeper.

I

felt his hole loosen up a bit. On his thrust, I pushed my finger in

deep, wriggling the tip. Bob grunted, "Oh, fuck yeah!" and I felt his

body stiffen. I could actually feel his first squirt of cum from muscle

inside his asshole, then he pushed back onto my finger, driving it

deeper, but pulling out of Monique and squirting the next few jets of

cum over her tight ass. I actually kept my finger up his ass until his

climax was finished, then he pulled me up and kissed me, letting my

finger slowly withdraw.

Monique

looked back at him and almost begged, "I need to come!" Bob nodded

toward Ken. She stood up and straddled his legs, her cunt at Ken's face.

Ken's eyes were glazed over, but he grabbed Monique by the hips to help

her lower down onto his cock.

Suddenly,

Bob leaned over and licked up the hot, white gobs of semen he had just

sprayed over Monique's bottom, then he leaned towards me and, with a

mouthful of his own cum, kissed me. I didn't have time to think before I

tasted his creamy load, his slick lips and tongue dancing around mine.

After a second to get used to it, I sucked his tongue into my mouth,

swallowing his semen and licking up any remaining drops from his lips

and face. It was incredibly erotic, so delightfully hedonistic. Bob

pulled back and smiled, pleased that I enjoyed it.

Monique

started to ride Ken. I sat back and watched. It was the first time I'd

seen Ken's hard cock in another woman's cunt, her wet lips stretched,

riding his shaft in and out. I could see the attraction to watching your

spouse fuck! Here was the cock that had been inside of me for 20 years,

and now I was getting to see it up close; the visual portion of the

physical feeling I'd experienced since I was a young bride. I was

fixated on it. Bob and I watched Monique's cunt stretch and accommodate

it with each stroke, then the glistening wet shaft pulled out almost to

the head before repeating the journey. Monique moaned with pleasure. Ken

grunted and held her hips, guiding her movements. It was very

stimulating.

Ken

lifted Monique up, and even while keeping his cock deep inside her, he

moved over to the bed and gently laid her down. She lifted her legs and

wrapped them around his body like a spider trapping a fly. Ken started

to increase his pace, needfully fucking her faster with passion and

urgency. Bob and I sat nearby while our spouses fucked each other; we

touched each other, he played with my nipples, and I stroked his soft

wet cock, but we kept our eyes glued on the steamy, sensuous action in

front of us.

It

didn't take too long for Ken to increase his pace, and then, his body

rigid, his breath ragged, he achieved orgasm and ejaculated deep into

Monique's cunt. To his credit, he kept fucking her until his cock got

soft and kind of slipped out, in a river or thick fresh semen. Monique

was elegant about it. I think she was close, but she didn't pout or

complain. Ken moved off her, then joined Bob and me on the floor.

Monique

caught her breath, then spread her legs and used her fingers to massage

her clit. From where we sat on the floor, we looked directly at her wet

cunt, still dripping with hot cum. She pulled at her clit with two

fingers, and I noticed it was the largest I'd ever seen. As it grew

under her stimulation, it almost resembled a tiny cock. She used her

fingers to tug at it and massage it; such an arousing display. She

moaned a little tiny moan, a cry, almost a sound of disappointment and

desperation as she pleasured herself.

Bob

looked at Ken and said, "The lady needs a little help..." and then

moved between her legs and licked her clit, eliciting a cry of pleasure

from her. He did it a few more times, and Monique really seemed to

respond. Then, Bob looked over at Ken and indicated that he would try; I

took his hand and led him over to Monique, encouraging him. Ken moved

into between her legs and gave her cunt a tentative lick. Monique

squealed her delight. Ken repeated it, each time getting a little braver

until he was full bore eating her cunt with eager abandon. Monique

wrapped her legs around his head and started to grind her cunt into

Ken's face. Ken pulled her hips in tight and held her as she squirmed

and thrashed. It was a powerful sight; he was completely lost in sexual

bliss.

Monique

screamed and cried out, evidently a power climax ripping through her

body. Ken was merciless. Her orgasm only encouraged him and drove him

like a madman. Monique came and came, her face getting red, her breath

gasping, until she finally tried to push him off and wriggle away.

By

this time, Ken was fully hard again! Without a second hesitation, he

pulled Monique's hips to the edge of the bed and plunged his cock into

her, balls-deep, with one stroke! Monique cried out even as Ken started

to fuck her like an animal, with powerful, wild strokes, fucking her

roughly and with abandon.

Monique

seemed to never stop climaxing. Ken rode her body even as she lost

control of her limbs, limply flopping like her body was stuck on an

electric fence with each of his thrusts.

Bob

and I watched; he turned to me, "Wow, Ken is really good, huh?" He

marveled. I didn't know what to think. I watched in rapt fascination as

Ken fucked her hard, climaxed, then delicately kissed Monique's face,

her lips, and her forehead, and thanked her for a wonderful time.

We

relaxed while Monique and Ken recovered from what was the most exciting

and energetic lovemaking session I'd ever seen. Just hanging around,

nude, no clean-up, sharing drinks, and telling stories. Ken avoided

saying anything about my recent sexual history; whenever that topic came

up, he deferred to me, and I was intentionally vague. I did discuss the

session I shared with Steve, the ranger, and I noticed my story made

Bob hard again.

I sat next to Ken and whispered, "Where did you learn that?" in genuine surprise.

Ken

looked at me, sighing, "We got married so young, we essentially taught

ourselves and each other how to make love. I was so shy, so unsure. I

just did what I thought I had to, my duty."

He

paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "These last few weeks,

watching you, I've realized what I was really missing! Being an exciting

lover! But I've been so ashamed of myself for overlooking something so

obvious and so basic in our relationship that I was afraid to... admit

it. To myself or you. But, here, now, I wanted nothing more than to make

you proud of me. My inhibition just vanished, and I felt as if released

from a cage, so I ran! I just ran with it!"

Taking

a look at the events through Ken's eyes, I realized that I'd been so

focused on my own sexual awakening that I never thought that Ken had the

same feelings, even as he did his best to support me. I kissed him

again, tenderly but long and deep. Smiling, I stood up, holding his head

close to my bosom for a moment.

I moved to sit on Bob's lap and whispered in his ear, "What was that thing you did to me, that kiss with a mouthful of semen?"

Bob grinned and replied, "It's called a snowball kiss. It was exciting, right?"

I

got between his legs and took his cock into my mouth. I noticed the

conversation got quiet around me as Monique and Ken watched, openly, as I

sucked Bob's cock. I knew he might take a long time since he had just

climaxed a short time ago, but I knew his secret too.

I

immediately tasted the salty taste of his pre-cum leaking from his

cock. My tongue was alive like a cornered snake, wriggling around his

shaft, licking the skin of his cock, and tasting his musk. I moaned deep

in my throat as I enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock filling my

mouth. I slid my lips along his shaft until I felt the mushroom-shaped

head of his cock against the back of my throat. I relaxed and swallowed,

and his cockhead pushed into my throat as I swallowed him. I was

delighted by his groan of surprise as my lips pressed against the base

of his cock.

I

began to fuck the length of his cock with my lips, tongue, mouth, and

throat. I swirled my tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock as he

pumped in and out of my mouth. Soon his shaft was shiny and slick with

my saliva.

Once

I had him as hard as I thought I could get him, I turned around and

straddled him so he could fuck me. I pulled him toward me and put his

cock at the entrance to my cunt.

As

he entered me, I let out a soft moan. His cock was so hard. I loved the

feeling as it stretched my cunt. I could tell that he was excited too. I

immediately started to fuck him hard and fast. I could feel an orgasm

building, but this time it was not about me; I needed him to cum. He

kept thrusting into me hard and seemed to hit just the right spot; the

curve of his cock fit me like a glove. I couldn't hold back any longer,

and the waves of my orgasm rolled over me. It was tricky, but I stopped

just before he climaxed.

I

pulled off his cock to his disappointment, turned around, and put my

mouth over the shiny, slick, wet head. I started sucking and trying to

get his cock deep in my throat, but his large head prevented too deep

penetration. I know he was enjoying it, but I was impatient, so I wet a

finger and slid it into his asshole, finger-fucking his ass in time with

my lips on his shaft.

"He's

getting close. Do you feel it?" Monique asked. I simply nodded my head

in reply, not wanting to stop what I was doing. "Reach up and pinch his

nipples, and that will set him off," she suggested.

I

slid my free hand up and pinched his nipple, tugging and twisting it.

That triggered his orgasm, as I hoped it would. I pulled his cock to my

tongue and felt as squirt after squirt of hot, creamy semen filled my

mouth. I waited until he was mostly done, then I slipped my mouth off

his cock and quickly grabbed my husband Ken and kissed him.

It

was a French kiss, a sensual kiss; my tongue and Bob's semen were

forced into his mouth. I pushed him onto his back and let Bob's cum run

past his lips.

Ken

swallowed. Then he kissed me back; a sensual, lavish, rough kiss,

tasting my lips, sucking my tongue, probing my mouth with his. I swear, I

almost climaxed from this kiss alone.

Bob and Monique both gasped, and I heard her exclaim, "Girl! That was hot!"

We

snuggled and played a little longer before Bob and Monique left for

their room. Ken and I showered, then snuggled next to each other and

fell into a restful sleep.

The last encounter: we return to our home

After

we left, we made our way south and west, following Ken's path as

described in his motorcycle book. We did go deep-sea fishing in Florida,

ate crawfish etouffee on a dock in New Orleans, and caught a rodeo in

Texas (and an air show to boot!). Then on to Albuquerque for the annual

hot air balloon festival. We watched a thunderstorm sweep across a mesa

in Arizona and had breakfast on the Grand Canyon, all the adventure that

Ken was looking for. I sent postcards to my kids with little notes

about our adventures and where we were off to next. It was cathartic to

keep our connections. I found that being with Ken, sharing his

excitement for each new chapter in his adventure, was far more

satisfying than anything else I'd done. In fact, Ken seemed newly

interested in making time for me too, for me to go dress shopping, see a

movie, or have a fancy dinner. We were never closer.

I,

myself, realized that I did what I always do: jump in with both feet. I

was married right out of high school, had four kids in rapid

succession, was a homemaker, and was an indispensable community leader.

When Ken was able to pry me out of my comfort zone, I went from simple

nudity in nature to seducing a young man to a full-on gang bang within a

few weeks.

After

that, as we traveled, things were much calmer. We occasionally picked

up a young man, a soldier, sailor, or hitchhiker (Ken was thrilled to

meet a motorcyclist who was also exploring the country; his bike had

broken down, so Ken and I drove him to the nearest town, Ken peppering

him with questions the entire drive) on the way. In the Midwest, we met a

couple who introduced us to "swinging" and a network of like-minded

couples we might be interested in. We did meet a few people here and

there, but slowly the excitement of being with different sexual partners

faded.

Sexually,

after my gang-bang, I felt like I'd taken things to an extreme only to

find I already had everything I wanted with Ken. He became more

assertive, more imaginative, and more aware of my needs. Of course, we

had both picked up several new techniques, but even then, lovemaking

with Ken was more spiritual and emotionally satisfying than any of the

purely physical encounters I'd tried, and eventually, I would abandon

any sexual adventurism.

We

made it to California and spent a few days in the Baja region,

exploring the beach and the local flavor. We finally drove up to San

Diego, where Ken sold our old station wagon and bought us plane tickets

for home. Flying across the country was the last leg of our adventure.

We stopped in Denver, then Chicago, until we were finally home. Ken

flagged down a taxi that dropped us off at our doorstep.

Oh,

there was one last memorable encounter to tell you about. It happened a

few days before we arrived in San Diego. We pulled into a diner, late

at night, attached to a run-down motel. We sat in a booth, ordered eggs

and bacon, and tried to unwind from the driving. There was only one

other customer, a young man at the counter. He had a cup of coffee and a

wrinkled-up paper in front of him. When Ken walked up to get our coffee

refilled, they spoke. After a moment, he followed Ken, and we sat

together.

Ken

introduced him, "This is Paul." I nodded politely. Paul looked to be in

his very early twenties. His handsome young face and rough hands

tanned. He looked like any high school senior who did farm work in the

summer.

Ken said, "Paul is here waiting for his bus; that's his draft notice." He indicated that the slip of paper Paul kept staring at.

Paul said, "The bus arrives at 6 a.m. I'm off to Basic Training." I checked the clock on the wall; it was 11:15pm.

Ken got up and walked to the counter. Paul and I just stared at the coffee for a moment.

At last, I said, "Paul, you don't have to go. We can drive you north. You can get across the border..."

Paul

looked at me, and I froze. "I have to go. Our district's allotment must

be met. If not me, then someone else. I've got three younger brothers.

If I go, they will be safe from the draft. I have to," he said, his

voice trailing off.

Ken

returned with a room key. He said to me, "I'll be out here when you're

done." I smiled at my husband, took the key, and took Paul by the hand,

and we walked to our room.

The

bus horn sounded at 6 a.m. sharp. Paul ran after it, tucking his shirt

into his pants and dragging his duffel bag after him. I pulled on some

clothes and found Ken in the diner. Leading him back to the room, I

said, "I hope Paul gets some sleep on that bus. He didn't get any last

night!"

The next day, as we packed the station wagon, Ken left to make a call. On the road, I asked him who he had called.

"I

called the border patrol at the crossing where Deb had a line on her

map. I described the vehicle and Leo. If he's lucky, he'll spend the war

in prison for draft evasion."

I thought about that for a moment, then nodded. It was fair.

On

returning home, seeing our house, picket fence, and manicured lawn, I

suddenly felt both homesick and yet so very far away, as if that life

was a distant memory now. It was an odd feeling as we unpacked and

re-familiarized ourselves with the home we had built. However, this time

we were different. Our focus was more on each other and less on

volunteering, and we said "no!" more often to social obligations. Ken

started shopping for a motorcycle, but we compromised, and he picked up a

candy-apple red Mustang sports car instead.

The Harley motorcycle, which he eventually received, would be a gift from me for his birthday.

"But feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues

That feelin' good was good enough for me, umm-hmm

Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee"

"Me and Bobby McGee" ; Janis Joplin (1971)

Based on a post by mydeepsix, for Literotica.