April’s Insatiable Lust

Author's note: This is an excerpt from "Revival '74 at Nude Creek" I'd like to thank my lovely and insightful editor for helping transform this former "monkey slapping a keyboard" looking text into a readable narrative.

This part contains scenes with oral, dual oral, MMF, cheating and younger men. If it's not your cup of tea, fuck off. Otherwise- ENJOY!

Interesting critique and feedback are welcome.

All characters are fictional and above the age of 18.

The morning after my first gangbang, I woke up early, sore and weary, but craving coffee. I slipped out of bed so as to not wake my husband Ken, and ventured outside. The sun was just rising, an orange sliver on the black horizon. I decided to climb up the watch tower ladder for the coffee maker they kept there, rather than risk being caught using the drip coffee maker in the bunkhouse. Waking up any of those 10 or so lusty young men was too much for me to deal with so early, or so soon after last night.

I climbed to the top, risking a peek at that glorious sunrise every few steps. 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 Tepachi and went easy on the pipe, just so I'd be sober. I mean, I remember how beautiful you were, how sexy you danced."

"Tepachi?" I asked.

"Yes, that's the ceremonial Indian drink we all shared last night. Some of the local tribes still make it, following traditional recipes; it's strong enough to take down a mule! It gives you crazy energy for a while, then knocks you out. Most of the guys will sleep in today, recovering from the effects!" 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 vagina, 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 penis 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 dick 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 pussy. 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! Oh! Oh!" 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 penis 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 vagina. 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 stillness of the morning. 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 penis. He gasped. I licked his dick 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 dick, 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 another young ranger from last night 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 dick 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... "

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 a dozen hard young rangers 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."

With that assurance, I indicated to Andy to come closer and sat on a bench, looking at his penis 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 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 pussy 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 pussy! 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 pussy. He flicked his tongue against my erect little clit, up and down, back and forth, running circles around my sensitive pussy, kissing it and blowing on it, making it feel hot then cold. He began to gently nip at my pussy 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 pussy 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 pussy for a moment, saying, "Tim, her pussy tastes a little like your dick!"

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.

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 pussy. Andy attacked my clit, while Tim tongue-fucked me, traced my wet pussy 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 penis at the wet and swollen entry to my pussy. Before I could cry out or say anything, he'd plunged it deep into my pussy 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 ejaculated, 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 pussy.

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

I quietly made my way back to the trailer where my husband 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 snuggled up close to him, and soon drifted off to sleep.