April needs more than a boy-toy to satisfy her.
Based on a post by mydeepsix, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Just before sunrise, I woke, feeling rested. Slowly, I was conscious of Ken's erect cock between my buns; I wiggled a little bit to be sure. I wondered if he was awake. Having raised sons myself, I know men could get erections in their sleep. I loved the feeling of it; his hot skin against mine. At home, we had separate beds, so this tender moment was a treat for me.
Suddenly, I remembered Mike was with us! I slowly let my hand explore down between his legs; his cock was hard too! I listened to both men's breathing for any sign they were awake, then I grew impatient and decided to act.
Taking a chance, I wriggled my ass against Ken's cock, positioning it at the entrance to my now very wet cunt. I felt him take the hint and push gently, slipping the head of his cock into me just a little. It felt so good! Silently, I pushed back against him, and we got a gentle rhythm going.
Reaching over Mike's waist, I gently found his erect cock and started to tug on it. Either I woke him up or he was already alert, but he did slip in closer to me, his muscular back pressed against my breasts. It felt wonderful, sweet, and erotic. I felt my nipples tickling his back every time Ken thrust into me. I stroked his cock in time.
Suddenly, a bold thought popped into my head: Ken's hand was on my waist, and I took my hand and guided his hand to Mike's cock, my fingers closing around his, making him take Mike's shaft in his hand. Ken didn't resist, so I used his hand to continue stroking Mike's erection. I didn't know what would happen. I braced for the worst.
Mike had to know it was Ken's larger, rough hand on his cock. His breathing got heavier, and I felt his hips thrust slightly in time to Ken's stroking, but he let it continue. We maintained this slow tease of each other for long minutes.
My mouth was close to Mike's ear. I bit it gently and whispered, "Do you want to fuck me, Mike?"
Then Mike rolled over to face me. I looked into his eyes, and we kissed. Slowly at first, then with more urgency. He was a good kisser! I lifted my leg and Ken positioned Mike's cock at the entrance to my cunt, the feeling was electrifying. Silence was no longer needed, and I allowed myself to moan with delight.
Almost as if choreographed, we wriggled and moved until Mike's cock was inside me, sliding up against Ken's. The feeling of both of them was exquisite, stretching me and filling me. I could feel them both inside me. I gasped in amazement and euphoria, delighting in this new experience. I kissed Mike with unbounded passion, his tongue carnally snaking into my mouth. Ken bit my neck and nibbled at my ear, inches from Mike's face. The wild sensual stimulation my body was experiencing made my head spin.
"Oh, my god, yes! Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's it... just like that! Oh yeah!" I encouraged them almost involuntarily. The physical feeling of taking two men was only part of it. I was astounded by the very idea, astonished that it was possible. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Like That!" Oh, oh, Oh, Oh!"
I was reveling in these new, intense sensations; tiny climaxes washed over me, almost making me dizzy, but I think Ken came and ejaculated first, triggering my own big orgasm. My body shook, and I cried out as I felt Ken's hot juice splash inside of me. That seemed to trigger Mike; he grunted, and I felt a second hot splash fill me up. I climaxed again, barely able to catch my breath.
The three of us lay there, two men inside me, two men kissing my face, touching my body, until the sweet afterglow faded. Mike got up and went to wash in the creek. I turned and kissed Ken, then he helped me up, and we joined Mike.
Mike returned, dressed, and said his goodbye. Sadly, we were traveling west, and he was northbound. I saw Ken pass him our address and tell him he had a home if he needed one. Ken held me as Mike sped away, giving us one last wave before he turned onto the highway.
We packed up the station wagon. The ever-present VW Microbus was gone. No goodbye, nothing. They had slipped away like thieves. I felt a sense of loss, but on reflection, I was relieved that we avoided any inevitable drama.
Ken hugged me close. "Maybe we should check out Lookout Ridge? I hear the views are spectacular." He flashed an evil grin at me.
Chapter 5. April lives her fantasy, and separates the boys from the men. But, even the boys have something to teach her. Ken makes a confession, and tells a secret.
I learn to set higher standards
Miles of rural highway, a few days of traveling, emptiness dotted with the occasional truck stop or stand. We restocked our provisions and picked up a few small souvenirs for the kids. We'll give them to our kids once we get back home; back to our "normal" life... That seemed like a million years ago.
I snuggled next to Ken while he drove, glad for a few hours of peace after the last few days. Eventually, we arrived at Lookout Ridge, and Ranger Steve greeted us and made us feel welcome.
By nightfall, we were relaxing by the fire. Steve had cooked up an amazing dinner of venison steaks, carrots, sweet potatoes, onions, corn, and even a few bottles of local wine. He explained the rangers caught more wild meat than they could use, so they traded the extra deer, goat, hog, or bear for other goods from the locals.
Eventually, the elephant in the room was addressed.
"So, the story was true?" Steve chuckled. "We thought Ben was fantasizing, making up excuses for forgetting our breakfast."
"No, but he did embellish; there was only one girl. The other women were not participating. I want to thank you for making sure they didn't have to, against their will." I confessed. Steve nodded.
"Wow, that one girl sounds incredible. I'd love to meet her!" Steve admitted, grinning.
I stuck my hand out. "Hi, I'm April." I giggled. Steve's grin widened and gently took my hand.
Ken surprised me by saying, "April, do you want to show Steve what he missed?"
I did.
Ken stood me up and displayed me to Steve. He removed my robe, leaving me naked and completely exposed. He faced me toward Steve, and his hands massaged my breasts, pinching my nipples. I'd never seen Ken so aggressive; I liked that new side of him.
"Do you like her breasts? Aren't they stunning?" he boasted. Steve whistled and nodded.
Ken turned me around and made me bend over, pushing my legs apart. "Look at those legs! That cunt! It's already wet for you!" Ken bragged. I couldn't believe my husband was displaying me like a prized sheep, but it was making me hot.
Steve whistled again and replied, "Wow, she is one beautiful sex kitten." Ken, then let me stand up, facing Steve.
"Are you ready to suck his cock? Fuck him, maybe?" Ken was telling me what was going to happen rather than actually asking. I loved this new Ken and the feeling of his taking charge, which encouraged my sexual appetites..
"Oh, god, please yes!" I nearly begged.
Steve stood up and dropped his robe. He was tanned and muscled; his cock was thick and semi-hard, and I could tell already it would be a challenge to get it into my mouth.
He stood near me, his neatly trimmed beard, his angular, tanned face looking down on me, while his broad, muscled chest was just below my chin. He was almost the same height as Ken, but a little younger, his body hardened by physical work. My nipples brushed his chest; I felt a thrill as if a shock traveled up from my knees to my head. Steve took my head into his big, strong hands gently and leaned my head back, his lips nearly touching mine.
He whispered, "Can I kiss you?" I felt his hot, sweet breath on my face.
I inhaled deeply and replied, "Yes."
I could see him gazing into my eyes, and it made me blush. I could feel my face redden. Almost recklessly, without really thinking about it, I leaned in and quickly kissed his lips. He let me, without any reaction, simply allowing me to kiss him. Slowly, I pulled back, exhaling. I felt a little ashamed for rushing things, but I was exhilarated that I did.
Then he leaned in slowly, and at first gently, then more and more firmly, he pressed his mouth to mine. It was indescribably erotic how the simple contact of his lips to mine stirred me. It wasn't the open-mouthed slobbering of a teenager, but a more sensual, mature, and erotic feeling; intense pleasure of a type I'd never experienced before; tingled and shot through my body.
It wasn't merely physical contact; it affected me on an emotional, almost psychological level. Like the first moment of sexual awakening with a lover.
It was fabulous. Sensual. Electrifying. Just a kiss.
I started breathing heavily. I glanced over at Ken, then back to Steve. I leaned in and kissed him again, happy to have the freedom to experience this new feeling. I held my lips to his longer and more firmly, relaxing my mouth and letting my tongue touch his lips. He opened his mouth wider, and his tongue began to slip around mine amazingly. He circled my body with his arms gently, but I felt his strength. Leaning in, I pressed my hand to his chest, and he leaned his face closer to mine. I gasped as the unexpected intensity of my feelings overwhelmed me.
I felt his hands roaming my nude body, tracing down my neck and my spine, rising again to touch my breasts. He traced around each breast with his fingertips, then slowly drew them together until they met at my nipples. His touch felt electric, tiny sparks flying from his fingertips into my skin. He didn't maul my breasts or tweak my erect nipples; it was like a slow, sensual massage.
Steve leaned in, and his open mouth devoured mine, his tongue exploring me. I know this will sound silly, but my mind suddenly recalled the story of Snow White, awakened by a knight's kiss, and I felt my knees weaken. He took me into his strong arms and lowered me back onto the picnic table. Steve kissed down my neck and my chest, kissing and nibbling each breast, then down my torso as my back came to rest on the warm wood of the table. Laying back, Steve kissed and licked down my torso, covering me with small love bites, pausing at my navel for an exquisite moment, then tracing the lines of my figure down to my inner thighs.
I gasped.
He lifted my leg, kissing up my calf, behind my knee, and inner thigh. Then I felt his hot breath across my cunt, as he moved and repeated his soft attentions up my other leg. My body was quivering, and my legs felt like putty. My whole skin was tingling with anticipation. I'd never felt this electrified before. To say I was aroused would be sorely understated. This time, as I felt his breath on my cunt, he leaned in and kissed it. Right at the top. But he didn't stop; he kissed up one side, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, then down the other. I was writhing with frustration and arousal, but his strong hands held me fast.
Then he started to lick and nibble my cunt lips, alternating each side, then slowly dragging his tongue from the bottom, pushing it deep, and then nibbling my clit at the top. It was driving me wild!
After a long tease, Steve rose and, with my legs on his shoulders, positioned his cock at my wet cunt. He pushed it in, slowly but unrelentingly, causing me to gasp and cry out with pleasure. His thickness stretched my vaginal walls, with each thrust giving me a feeling of fullness and making me crazy with desire. Slowly, in and out, deeper by a fraction of an inch each time. I desperately tried to move my hips to force him in deeper, but he was in total control and teased me even as he penetrated me deeper.
I became aware that I was crying out, making animal noises, grunts, and squeals, desperately trying to pull him in closer. Unlike before, my climax was building like a volcano, bubbling and rising just under the surface. I felt little climaxes rocking my body, but I could feel a larger, more powerful energy building and growing deep inside me. His strokes were so slow that I felt my cunt contract as he pulled out, then stretch again as he thrust in. It was like sensual torture, my cunt firing off every nerve, shooting waves of pleasure through my body. Steve thrust forward again, his tempo increasing slightly, still long, deep strokes, until his cock head hit my cervix. The first time, it felt like someone had punched me in my solar plexus. I gasped and tried to catch my breath. Then, with each subsequent stroke, the pain gave way to exquisite pleasure; I could feel it emanating outward from my womb to my fingertips and toes. I was on fire. I had no control. My body writhed and twisted with erotic energy.
Finally, Steve increased his tempo again; not hurried, but intense and purposeful. With every stroke, I felt the skin of his cock stretching the walls of my cunt. I felt the volcano in me rumble and tremble. I knew I was close.
Perhaps sensing my impending climax, Steve's thrusting became more powerful, his thick cock splitting me in two, his cock driving deeper and deeper.
I begged him, screaming, "Fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me! Oh my fucking God, I'm coming! Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Yes!"
Then it hit me.
I felt the volcano erupt, my body shook and quaked, and I heard myself scream and gasp, convulsing and shaking in his strong arms uncontrollably. I felt this massive, unrelenting pressure, then a sudden release. My body tensed, and then I felt electric shocks rack my entire being, then this incredible release.
Steve didn't stop. I felt his body go stiff; I felt like I was holding onto an oak tree. He grunted a deep bellowing roar, then the hot pulsing pressure of his cock swelling and ejaculating powerful jets of semen over and over again, each one triggering a climatic aftershock in my gut repeatedly.
I may have passed out. The next thing I was aware of was Steve holding me close, both of our breaths coming in gasps, our chests heaving, sweaty, and exhausted.
As our breathing returned to normal, Steve helped me up, and Ken wrapped my robe around my shoulders against the cool night air. We sat together on the bench. I leaned against Steve, and Ken sat on my other side, his arm around me. Watching the fire and looking up at the stars, my body was exhausted, maybe even satisfied for the first time in days. It felt like heaven. Leo and the boys fucked me like, well, boys: rough, urgent, thinking with only their cocks. Steve had made love to my entire body, slowly, skillfully, and with control. This time, I'd been fucked by a man; he didn't need to tell me to obey or submit. Our bodies communicated on a deeper level; no words, only actions.
This, this is what I wanted! What I needed. Steve satisfied a need I didn't know I had; a need to be touched, lusted for, and paid attention to as a woman.
After a while, Steve asked, "Ken, are you ready?" I was kind of shocked out of my moment of bliss. I'd forgotten about Ken! He had watched with a raging erection, and Ken never stroked himself. He must be feeling the worst case of blue balls ever at this point. But my body was spent; I didn't think I had anything left for him.
Steve looked at Ken and gave voice to his opinion: "The husband needs to take his wife back. He is the first and last to have her. It's tradition."
I looked over at Ken; his cock was still hard, wet from leaking pre-cum. I thought I might have enough energy to suck him off, but my cunt was sore, and I felt exhausted.
Ken said, "Yes, I'm ready."
Before I could protest, Steve led me to the picnic table again, helping me kneel down, then put my head down, in a supplicant position, my feet and ass hanging over the edge. I felt the cool night air on my hot, used cunt, this position also forced any remaining cum from Steve to run down my legs again.
Steve produced a small jar and offered it to Ken. "Take this in your hand."
I got a whiff of mint, spice, and a heady musk, then I felt Ken's fingers on my bottom, massaging my asshole. I jumped at the invasion of my most private area, but Steve sat on the table, his legs spread on either side of my head, and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Relax, kitten. Trust me, you will feel amazing in a moment," Steve purred.
Trusting his deep, relaxing voice, I put my head down in Steve's lap, my face touching his semi-hard cock, the firelight dancing off the glistening skin, still wet from my cunt only a few moments ago. I inhaled his musk and my scent, then stuck my tongue out and gave it a tentative lick. "Umm, umm," I said.
Ken was circling my anus with his fingertips, then the sensation was starting to feel good. I pushed my hips out; I guess my subconscious wanted him to explore further. He took the hint and pushed a single lubricated fingertip into the center of my hole. I felt it hit resistance, then I relaxed, and it slipped in. It felt delightful, new, and naughty.
"Oh, Ken!" I exclaimed. "I could get addicted to this. I never ever would have thought of doing something like this. It feels so lovely."
Steve was stroking my hair, my face lying on his cock now. I could feel it swell up a little. Ken slid his finger in deeper.
"Ah, easy, Ken, slowly," I admonished softly. He pulled out to the last knuckle, then pushed in again to the next one. "Be...careful...honey." My words staggered by the tingling sensations I felt; they seemed to ignite a sensual pathway that I didn't know I had. "Right...there...just...hold it for a minute," I begged as he inserted his finger completely to the knuckle.
Ken held still for a moment, then he moved his finger in a circular motion, I guess to spread that aromatic lubricant around, as I felt my muscles relax and suddenly I wanted to feel more.
"Slide it in and out of me," I offered. Ken responded with slow, gentle strokes. "Oh, baby, that is so good. It feels so wonderful." By now my rectum muscle was more relaxed, and I wanted to take it a step further. As he slid his finger in and out of me, I bucked my hips and let out a soft moan of pleasure. Ken added a second finger, slowly, like the first, letting my body get used to the invasion. Then, a third. I knew what was next.
Steve said, "We're going to take your cherry tonight. Actually, Ken is, for the second time in his life."
Ken pressed the head of his stiff cock on my hungry hole and held it there as I tried to relax and let it penetrate me. I moved one of my hands to my clit and started massaging it to help me relax. Very slowly and gently, Ken spread me open with the tip of his cock but stopped when the head made it through the muscle of my asshole. At first, it was painful, and I inhaled sharply. After a moment, the pain faded, and I pushed my ass back, taking in more of Ken's cock. The sensation of his slick skin sliding across my virgin hole was exquisite; different from vaginal penetration but good. Ken let it sink in deeply, then pulled out slowly, almost to the head, then pushed in again.
The sensation was new but triggered feelings in my cunt, I felt myself getting wet again. This was different, more of a mind-fuck than pure physical pleasure; doing something so dirty, so taboo, was almost enough to make me climax in itself, but with the added physical sensations tingling my ass and cunt at the same time, it was almost overwhelming.
I turned my head and took Steve's semi-hard cock into my mouth, tasting myself and his semen. The thought of having a cock in both ends was blowing my mind; so naughty, so intense. Ken started a regular pumping motion; I needed both hands to brace myself from his increasing force. His cock was hard and slippery, and I felt it deep inside me, in a new territory. His hand went to my clit and stroked it in sync with his fucking my asshole. Oh, my god, he was fucking my asshole! Just as I came to terms with that reality, I started to orgasm too.
"Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Oh, yes! Oh, god! Fuck my ass!" I begged.
Ken, normally quiet and reserved, cried out, "Oh, my god! Your hole is so fucking tight on my cock! Uh, Uh, yes! Yes, take that cock, baby!"
I was slobbering over Steve's cock, trying but failing to keep it in my mouth under the onslaught of Ken's pounding cock in my ass.
Ken cried out again, "Baby! I have to come! I'm coming! I'm coming! I can't hold it any longer!"
I replied, gasping and grunting, "Do it, Baby! Come for me! Fuck me harder! Harder! Fill my ass with your cum! Come for me!"
Ken's cock exploded in my gut. He lost control and drove his cock deep into my rectum with every shot of hot, sticky semen. He ejaculated over and over into me as I climaxed again and again. With his final thrust, he jammed his cock into my ass, as deep as it could possibly go. Then spent, his body melted on top of me.
Catching my breath, I felt Ken's cock soften, and then he slowly let it fall out of my stretched asshole. Steve's cock was wet with my saliva, pressed up against my face, still semi-hard. I pushed myself up to a kneeling position, taking Ken's head in my hands and kissing him. I knew he could taste Steve's cock, Steve's cum, and mine on my tongue, but he didn't seem to care. After a minute or two, I had to pull back to catch my breath.
"I love you," Ken and I murmured to each other in unison.
Remembering Steve, I reached for his semi-hard cock, thinking it would only be polite to finish him off. (Isn't that a funny thought?) But Steve stopped my hand and instead kissed it French-style and said, "There will be time to do it properly later. I'm fine now. We should turn in; we have a big day tomorrow."
Later that night, as I fell asleep and snuggled next to my husband, it occurred to me that Ken must have talked to Steve ahead of time for things to go the way they did. He'd planned it. For me. I was thankful to him for his selflessness. What had I done to deserve him? I wondered what else he had planned.
A time for some reflection and a secret is revealed
The next morning, I was showering in the bunkhouse when Steve came in. When he saw me, he hesitated for a second, then shrugged, stripped, and took the shower cubicle next to mine. I took a moment to admire his fit body, the water rushing over his tanned skin, and his bulging muscles everywhere. He turned to wash his hair, and I spied a faded tattoo on his hip, on the front, under the belt line but above his crotch. It was Alice, from "Through the Looking Glass." In one hand she held a cake, the other a bottle. I pointed to it and asked, "Is there a story behind that?"
Steve grinned, "Yes. I got it in the service years ago. Kind of a joke. Do you get it?"
I thought about it for a moment. In the fairy tale, when Alice sees the cake labeled "Eat me," she tastes it and grows to a giant size. When she swallows from the bottle marked "Drink me," she deflates again.
I looked at the tattoo again. Alice was looking at Steve's thick mushroom-headed cock. I chuckled.
Steve grinned. "A bonus is that it gets people to check out my cock," he snickered, soaping up his body. "When I catch them staring, they claim they were only looking at my tattoo!"
After we showered, Steve asked me to get Ken up and see if he wanted to go hunting. Ken was thrilled and was ready in no time. I was actually looking forward to spending more time with Steve, but the boys insisted they needed to get an early start, and so off they went.
I used the time to explore that ranger station. There was Steve's Airstream trailer, up on blocks and so old the tires had dry rotted years ago. There was the bunkhouse. I poked around the neatly made beds, smelled fresh linens, and spied on a few locker boxes with pictures of cheesecake pin-up girls stuck into the seams. A coffee percolator on a desk. The shower I'd been to, had four shower heads, fed by a large tank positioned to get the most warm sunlight.
The last structure was the fire tower, a massive steel and wood structure at the highest point in the camp. The cabin at the top was only accessible by a long ladder with a cage around it. I started up, determined to fearlessly make it to the top. I did eventually and opened up a trap door to the interior. The cabin itself was smallish but was surrounded by glass and then a walkway with a steel railing. At first, I stood in the center of the room, looking out, but fearful of the almost imperceptible swaying at height, but eventually, intoxicated by the view, I ventured out.
The view was spectacular. I think I could see the entire valley and well into the neighboring state: lush green trees, meadows with wildflowers, rivers, and streams for miles. It was an amazing view; this alone was worth the trip. There was another coffee maker and glass bottles of water on a desk next to a set of binoculars. I helped myself to a hot steaming cup and spent the morning just looking out as if I were a ranger with a keen eye for fires. I felt amazing.
Around 2 p.m. I was feeling peckish and bravely climbed down, thinking to scrounge up a small lunch, when I heard Ken whoop and looked over to see him and Steve dragging a dead hog behind them. Ken was beaming, his first wild kill on our trip. Steve talked up how good Ken had been: stealthy movement, a keen eye. I hugged Ken and shared his pride and exuberant spirit, and I was genuinely proud of him.
He and Steve loaded the hog into Steve's Jeep. Steve explained that a local butcher would take in trade and, in return, provide the rangers with maple smoked bacon and other supplies. He said he'd be back in an hour, then he turned to Ken and me and said, "Tonight we're celebrating the promotion of Ranger Fred to company commander. It's called the 'Arrow of Fire' celebration, after an old Indian tradition. You are both welcome to stay." Then he turned to me and said, "But it's been known to be a little wild."
I held Ken's hand, and as Steven drove away, I whispered to him, "Wild? I hope so!"
Days before, while we were driving to this location on the highway, Ken and I had had time to talk. Surprisingly, he didn't bring up how I'd gone from dutiful housewife to camp slut in a matter of days. We just made small talk, until I finally blurted out, "I was looking forward to getting fucked by those rangers. Just like Janis did with her old football team, one man after another fucking me, ejaculating in my cunt, my mouth, on my body. Over and over." I intended for my comments to be shocking, so I paused to see what Ken's reaction would be. We drove in silence for a while. Finally, Ken broke his silence.
He sighed and said, "I know you did; well, I suspected it. It wasn't the right time, though." He was so matter-of-fact that I was taken aback. It's not every day a wife confesses to her husband that she fantasizes about a gang-bang. Ken didn't seem fazed. I didn't understand. I thought about it hard.
"That doesn't bother you?" I asked. Then, feeling reckless, I blurted out, "Nothing I've done has bothered you."
"I have to confess something," he said after a while. "When I first told you I wanted to go on an adventure with you..." he began. "Do you remember your reaction?" he asked.
I smiled. "Yes, I thought you were crazy," I replied. "I refused your idea."
"Yeah," Ken said. Then we drove in silence for a while.
Then he started to talk again. "Yeah. At that moment, I decided to leave you. Maybe forever. No divorce, no drama; just get in the car and go. Never coming back."
It was my turn to be shocked. My jaw hung open. Up to that time, I'd been an ideal wife; we had a beautiful family and a nice life. My shoulders shook with quiet sobs. Eventually, with a tear falling down my cheek, I croaked out, "Why?"
Ken looked straight ahead. He said, "Do you know how many families in even our small town had lost sons to the war? Innocent kids drafted, shipped off, never to return, unless in pieces, in a box? Young people, just starting out in life, who are fresh, eager, innocent people. In a heartbeat, utterly destroyed, all their dreams crushed and discarded. Entire families are scarred, broken, and scattered."
I was silent. I felt stunned.
"Once we got the youngest of our children off to college, I figured they were safe for 4 years, maybe more. It was our one chance to live life. You and me. To live for all the people who couldn't anymore. It was my obsession, my passion now."
Ken turned and looked at me.
"I wanted to do this with you. When you refused, I was determined to do it without you. I would not be stopped. I'd made up my mind to leave you. I spent days crying, hardening my heart, imagining my life without you."
Then he smiled. "But, in the end, you agreed to come with me and share this experience with me. I felt at that moment, like I'd been reborn; seeing you for the first time; and fell in love with you all over. I was even more determined that if you would share my adventure, I'd do everything in my power to support yours, whatever that entailed. Anything. We have one life. I want us to live it together."
"And I knew, or at least feared, that you might take a lover. So many families in our parish have been broken up by adultery, wives or husbands leaving forever... I wanted there to be an "Us" after this was all done. No matter what."
I had no words. Tears were streaming down my face. I slid over on the seat of our old station wagon, put an arm around Ken, my husband, and held him tight.
At the ranger station, we had time to wash up, then Ken busied himself with preparing some of the fresh herbs and mushrooms he'd found while hunting. We had time to ourselves, and I asked him, "What was that secret you started telling me at the other campsite?"
Ken stopped in his tracks, then said, "Maybe I shouldn't have said anything..."
I looked at him. I reached out my hand and held his. "Really?" I started. "After the last few days, we still have secrets?"
Ken snorted. "I guess not."
"I couldn't tell you at the time. You'd have accused me of lying to sabotage Leo out of jealousy. But it's true."
"What?" I prodded.
"Who Deb is, didn't you know?" He huffed, "Deb is Leo's mother."
I think my mouth hung open with shock.
I thought about it for a moment. Mother and son? She was constantly helping him seduce girls, watching him fuck them and degrade them. I even saw her stroke his cock. Scandalous! However, it did explain her doting and her lack of any typical boy/girl interactions.
Considering the past few weeks, I asked, "When did you know that Deb was his mother?" Ken thought for a moment. "Well, that night Leo first started to seduce you. Deb mumbled something to me, "...so much like his father." He looked at me, his eyes clear. "Something in the way she said it made me wonder."
"Later, I sneaked over to their van and found the maps, the car's registration, and a packet of licenses and insurance cards stuffed in the glove box. They had the same last name. Leonardo and Deb...D’Angelo. Leo's birth certificate: she's his mother and no father is listed. No wedding license either. Deb is closer to your age, believe it or not. She must have had Leo at 18, or earlier."
I just shook my head. "She looks younger than Leo."
"Leo would always side with Deb over you. There was no possibility of him falling in love with you. If you had left with him or fallen in love with him at the first sign of trouble, you'd be on your own. Mama comes first."
"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?" I accused him.
"Why didn't you tell me he'd asked you to leave me?" Ken responded.
I stopped dead. I never told Ken, because I never took Leo seriously. He'd mentioned it early on when we were still burning hot in lust for each other. But I was twice his age, and I could not have children. The idea of traveling the country with a hot young hippie lover was romantic but wildly impractical. I also knew I'd never leave Ken, so putting the idea in his head that I might, in the middle of a hot affair with another man, seemed callous to me.
"I never told you, because I never actually considered it," I confessed.
Ken smiled. "I didn't tell you at the time to avoid being accused of trying to split you up. Besides, then Deb would know what else I'd found."
Ken paused, deep in thought. Then he continued.
"Leo's draft notice. He's running. They both are. It was marked on a map. They are headed to Canada. If you were caught with them, you would have been an accessory to a felony."
I was shocked, I guess. It wasn't that unusual, to be fair. But we all knew families where the government plucked young men out of high school and shipped them overseas. We protested; we wrote our congress about the unfairness and outright wrongness of it all. But turning tail and running just didn't seem right.
A few hours later Steve returned, Ken helped him unpack, and then other men started arriving at the station.
There were now 6 or more men: Steve, the blond Viking-ish "Andy's," Rangers Tim, Fred, and Jake. One older ranger they called "Injun Joe" was a tracker. They washed up and we ate together, a cordial meal and stories of campers lost and wolf sightings, encounters with bears, and bad weather.
After dinner, they busied themselves with donning American Indian garb: loincloths, baggy burlap pants, and wampum beaded chest pieces. They pushed eagle feathers into their headbands and applied war paint to their faces. They eagerly helped Ken and me get into costume as well, as much as they had spare parts for. I fashioned a skirt out of a blanket, found a pair of old beaded moccasins, and worked a wide, beaded chest piece that barely hid my breasts. Steve said to me, "As the Chief's princess, the braves obey you, serve you, and satisfy you." Then he smiled and whispered, "Call out Ken's name if you get overwhelmed." and kissed me. I thought of Janis Joplin's exploits and said to myself, "This one's for us, sister!"
Steve built the fire high. He produced bottles of clear spirit. It was strong and tasted of spice and fruit; they passed it around. I took my swig like the guys did.
We made a circle around the bonfire, under the dark star-filled sky. Steve led the invocation, "Great spirit, we thank you for the success of Brother Fred, his promotion, and his leadership. We are blessed with bountiful hunting, and clear weather, and the teachings of our great father, Chief Two Deer, whose wise teachings have been passed down from his tribe to ours. We are grateful for the company of new friends. Now, we honor our history by releasing the fire arrow, so that all might share in our celebration!"
With that, someone loosed a flaming arrow. It arched high in the black sky and extinguished at its apogee as if it had gone up into the sky itself. There was a great "Whoop!" sound, then some men beat drums while the others started to dance. They passed around a long carved pipe. The smoke was acrid and strong, each taking a deep inhale before passing it. They called me "Princess." Steve announced, in between dances, that I was the ceremonial tribal princess tonight. He said, "Sometimes they are sacrificed, other times worshiped." Then he grinned and returned to the dance. Ken must have set this up for me. I felt elated.
Steve chanted a traditional American Indian song, rhythmic and soulful. Ken was on a drum, beating it in time, as Steve had taught him earlier.
My mind was kind of in a fog; the drumming, all the semi-naked dancers surrounding me, the smoke made me dizzy, and the drink seemed to make me drop any inhibitions. It was a perfect storm.
I danced too. While the men stomped and twisted, I danced a more feminine, sensual dance by the fire. Surrounded by semi-nude, sweaty muscles and my head swimming with the sounds and smells, I felt my arousal increasing. Had Ken arranged this? Did anyone suspect or plan?
The "braves" danced closer to me, flexing and displaying their physical prowess like peacocks trying to impress the hen. Their physiques were glowing, lit by sweat and the reflecting firelight. One by one, I'd give my attention to the boldest until another dancer caught my attention in an unspoken competition. The dance was energetic; costumes were flopping around and parts falling off, until the first man was completely nude, then the rest quickly followed suit.
Surrounded by naked men, I slowly led them over to where Steve and Ken performed. Then, with all eyes on me, I slowly stripped my makeshift dress off while dancing in sync with the drums; a slow-motion strip-tease, primitive, sensual, and scandalous. It was surreal, like a fantasy.
At last, I was naked. I reached toward each man as they danced around me, touching an arm, a face, and a chest, bringing them in closer each time, building the sexual energy. I felt like a goddess, controlling them so easily with a glance or smile. I took one man's hand and placed it on my body; that seemed to be a signal for hands to shoot out and touch me everywhere; my legs, my breasts, my back, my shoulders. Building and building sexual tension.
Then suddenly, the drumming stopped. We all froze.
One young man came up to me, standing, nude, directly in front of me. He was tall, fit, and virile. Wearing war paint and sporting a semi-hard cock. We stood there for a long moment, breathing heavily and unmoving.
Then he took me in his arms and kissed me. There was a loud "Whoop!" and the drumming started again.
My head was spinning; I felt hands squeezing my breasts, fingers exploring my bottom. Strong arms helped me lie down and pull my legs apart. One guy lay on top of me, his cock rubbing against my wet cunt, teasing me, spreading my wetness, then slipping it in.
It had started.
He stuck the large tip of his cock into me only partially. I kept trying to push back to get the rest into me. He kept pulling back, so I couldn't. It was both frustrating and intense. Every once in a while he'd pull it out and rub that huge head against my clit. He was keeping my whole body on edge.
"Do you want this, princess?" He'd ask, taunting me.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" I demanded. "Everyone!"
He pushed, sinking his large cock deep into my cunt, until I felt his balls slap against my ass.
"Oh my fucking God!" I screamed. "I'm coming! Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Yes!"
He started pumping in and out, ramming it in and forcing my whole body to rock back and forth. I climaxed on his cock; my body was shaking and my hips were involuntarily thrusting up against his. There were hands all over me, anonymous, eager, probing, and touching every inch of my body while I came. It was so intense; I loved it.
He must have ejaculated too. I felt a hot splash fill me up, then he pulled out (or was pulled out by his friends), and I felt fingers enter me. My cunt felt the slippery wet fingers of several men feeling and playing inside me. They pinched my nipples, stroked my sweaty skin, and even circled my tight asshole. I was totally lost in sensation, but begging for more even as my body lost control.
So many fingers and hands explored my helpless body, finding new ways to touch, penetrate, and play with all my erogenous zones at once. I was riding the fingers in my cunt desperately trying to get off, hoping a big cock would soon replace them. My nipples were being pinched and pulled, and my boobs were being played with by so many hands I could not count. Suddenly, a large cock filled my left hand, and instinctively I grabbed hold of it. Seconds later, another in my right hand, and I started stroking two complete strangers, feeling them as they felt me. The hard shafts, foreskins, smooth balls. So many cocks, hands, and mouths.
Thankfully, someone stuffed his large cock into me and started fucking. Other fingers were rubbing my clitoris ever as I was getting fucked; it felt incredible. I began to fuck him back. I had never felt anything like this before as fingers continued to touch my body in every way, even as I was fucked by strangers. Two men pushed their semi-hard cocks to my mouth. I sucked, licked, and played with them both until they ejaculated all over my face. I licked the sticky cream from my lips, savoring the hot, fresh taste, even as two more men replaced them. I was letting one man fuck me and letting others not only stick their fingers inside my cunt and even my ass and fondle my tits, but I was sucking their cocks too, and letting them cum in my mouth and throat. They became bolder; I was in sexual nirvana.
I felt the cock in my cunt swell and pulse, and again I was filled with squirts of hot, fresh semen.
I was now crying out, squealing with delight as I fucked each man, then the cock in my right hand spurted cum all over me. I jerked the shaft of the cock to my left until he too began to cover me in hot semen. It splashed over my tits and face. I licked and swallowed as much cum as I could from each spurting cock. I let the cock in my mouth fall out as he started to cum. It spurted in gobs all over my face, neck, and tits. I came again as steaming shot after sticky shot landed on me.
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, yes, it feels so nice! Oh God yes!"
I felt another cock erupt, ejaculating inside me. It pulled out and another pushed in; this cock erupted with a burst of cum deep inside me at the very first stroke. He kept pumping into me; the subsequent strokes were even deeper. This guy filled me with so much cum that I felt it flow from my cunt the moment he pulled out of me.
I didn't know their names. I lost track of who's cock was in my cunt, or my hand, or my mouth. My tits and face were dripping with cum, and every few minutes a new hot splash of fresh cum was added.
The first guy who'd cum in my mouth was hard again. Without saying anything, he just climbed on me and started fucking me. I could feel his cock against my cum-filled cunt. I felt so dirty knowing I was being fucked with loads of cum already filling my cunt. I started to climax again, and he came with me, filling my cunt with another load of cum.
He no sooner pulled out when a new guy climbed on top of me. I had cum drying on my face and tits and several loads in my cunt. I wanted more cum in me. I could feel the cum in me squishing out with every deep stroke, running down my ass and thighs.
A new guy already had his hands on my head and was holding it, fucking my mouth. Another joined him, trying to fuck my mouth at the same time. I cried out and climaxed, my body shaking and sweaty, then I returned to sucking these new cocks. The guy at my cunt was pounding me mercilessly. The combined feeling was intense. With each stroke of his cock, the nerves in my cunt were exploding. I. Was. Loving. It.
I wondered what would happen if people back home found out I was such a slut. Would they be secretly envious of my new sexual freedom, my orgasmic life? My legs shaking, I came again. I started moaning, telling them to fuck me, telling them I wanted cock, more cock! The guy who just emptied his balls on my face moved off. I looked, and I could see my husband Ken standing there, still drumming, watching these men use me, his face unreadable. Then, the guy fucking me grunted like an animal and came inside me, his thick, hot cum filling my cunt. He fell back. Someone else stepped up, a new guy, his swinging cock semi-hard, and said, "My turn."
I had been climaxing like waves crashing on the shore, little orgasms and big, while my body was overcome with stimulation. Several of the guys had fallen back, sweaty and exhausted, and were watching, stroking their cocks and waiting for a turn, or else completely spent, breathing heavy, eyes closed.
My legs were still spread, and I became aware of the cool night air blowing across my used and dripping cunt. The new guy moved in between my legs, shoving them apart even further, and then I felt something at the entrance to my cunt, something large and hot. He looked down at me, grinning, then he pushed his cock into me.
I gasped as if I had been punched in the gut.
Even semi-hard, his cock was big. My cunt stretched, and I cried out as my body tried to accommodate his size. He pushed again; it slid into my cunt, painfully, deeper and deeper. With a painful, inaudible "thud," I felt it hit my cervix.
In almost involuntary desperation, I looked over at Ken in a panic. Ken, seeing my fear, moved to stand up, but Steve put his hand on Ken's arm gently and whispered something. Ken slowly sat down again and resumed his tribal drumming.
I looked at the new guy's face. He was older than the other men, his face tanned and sun wrinkled, his eyes clear. He grinned at me, then withdrew his cock slowly, hesitated, then rammed it home again. It wasn't that he did it fast or rough; it was that it just kept going.
I inhaled as it painfully impacted my cervix again. I could almost feel it swelling inside me, stretching my cunt walls like never before, completely filling me. My mind raced. I thought of how to escape, to take the intense pressure off my vagina walls, to run to the safety of Ken.
He pulled back slowly, took a deep breath, and rammed his hard cock deep into me again. I felt his wet balls slapping against my ass. I gasped again and tried to wriggle free. He looked at my pain and my fear and grinned.
Then, while deep inside me, he pulled my legs up onto his shoulders, his cock filling me, pressing painfully against my cervix.
He started fucking me with long, powerful strokes. He'd pull out until only the large head of his cock split my cunt lips, then thrust in completely, stretching me, making me gasp, feeling like I was being kicked in the stomach. Over and over, he fucked me. I clawed at his chest and his back, and he responded by pulling me closer, going impossibly deeper. Unrelenting, almost violent. Pound, pound, pound. I didn't know how long I could take it.
Then things changed. My body accommodated his thickness and his length. My cum-filled and wet cunt made it easier for him to increase the speed of his strokes. The pain turned to pleasure; intense, obscene, carnal pleasure.
A few of the guys that could still get erections were cheering, even jerking off and watching me get painfully fucked. They watched in lecherous fascination as this new guy's monster cock violated my body, rocking me back and forth with every stroke.
He fucked me harder; each stroke brought new heights of orgasmic stimulation through my entire body. I started to fuck him back, drive my hips into his, and forced his giant cock even deeper into my body. I felt something building up inside me; a slow, powerful feeling rising up from my cunt to my spine. I'd been climaxing over and over, but this was different. Every nerve in my body was on fire, slowly building.
Building.
Building.
Then it hit me. I screamed so loud I am sure every person in the state heard me above tribal drumming. My eyes grew large, I could not breathe, and I started to come. My body trembled and shook. I lost control of my flailing arms and legs, my head swinging wildly from side to side, eyes rolled back in their sockets. I came, I screamed, I thrashed. It was so intense I felt I was at my limit, my body near the breaking point. Then, halfway through my orgasm, he started to cum. I felt his muscular body grow hard and stiff; he drove his cock as deep as possible into me; he cried out a primal cry. His cock exploded inside me, like a balloon full of hot water bursting, every pump of his cock, every jet of cum, increasing the intensity of my climax. I shook, my face flushed and dripping with sweat, as the orgasm ripped through my body.
I slowly became aware that things were still. The guy fucking me had stopped. He let my legs fall from his shoulders, then leaned in and kissed me gently, saying, "Thanks, princess," before carefully pulling out and moving away. When his cock slipped from my cunt, I felt hollow. I could feel gobs of semen flowing down my legs, forming a puddle around my ass. At some point, the guys jerking off nearby must have cum on my body; I felt hot splashes hitting my tits and face. I lay there, recovering for a long time until the cum covering my breasts and face started feeling cool in the night air, even as my cunt still felt hot.
To be continued in part 5, based on a post by mydeepsix, for Literotica.