Revival '74 at Nude Cree

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.

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.

This part contains scenes with multiple partners and gangbang. If it's not your cup of tea, skip the chapter. Otherwise- ENJOY!

Constructive critique and feedback are welcome.

All characters are fictional and above the age of 18.

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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 pussy! 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 dick 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 pussy, 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 pussy, 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 pussy 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 penis at my wet vagina. 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 vagina contract as he pulled out, then stretch again as he thrust in. It was like sensual torture, my pussy 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 vagina. 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 dicks. 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 dick was still hard, wet from leaking pre-cum. I thought I might have enough energy to suck him off, but my pussy 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 pussy, 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 butthole. 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 penis, the firelight dancing off the glistening skin, still wet from my pussy only a few moments ago. I inhaled his musk and my scent, then stuck my tongue out and gave it a tentative lick. "Mmm, mmm," 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 penis 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 pussy, 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 pussy 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 dick 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 dick 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.

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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 dick," 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.