Revival 74 At Nude Creek Ch 04

Author's note: This is a rewritten and restructured version of "Music and Revival at Nude Creek". The story is about the quest of a couple to find themselves and reinvent their relationship, staged in the 1970s.

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

Constructive critique and feedback are welcome.

All characters are fictional and above the age of 18.

Rediscovering my first love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Have you fucked her yet?" I probed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He started pounding me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I gulped.

"Why don't you hate me?"

Ken sighed.

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

"But..." I started.

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

"I love you, husband," I replied.

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

*****

I face the consequences of my actions

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did it turn you on?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

I whistled. That was a serious offense.

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

Ken shrugged. "Go figure," he sighed.

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

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

Suddenly Mike came running up the path in a panic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I thought about how good it would feel.

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

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

Yes, I wanted this.

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

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

"What's the matter?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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