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It was late afternoon now, but that morning started like the others, Leo had woken me up by me senseless, the screams and cries of pleasure attracted Don, then Mike, I sucked Mike off before Leo had even finished, then Don mounted me and came quickly. 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, Mike and Don’s girls 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 flower. Suddenly, Don can 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 make me suck their cocks, make me fuck them. My pussy started to ache for attention. Suddenly, Ken took me aside and said “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 and Deb was already moving, directing her group to run, fast. I quickly helped the girls collect their things and we soon followed.
Ken stayed behind to slow them down, Leo, Deb and the other boys 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 and I hid us away in the blackberry patch hill overlooking our camp. I had the girls lay low and covered them and myself with leaves and we hunkered down, just within earshot.
The rangers were loud, obviously hornedup, a few were drunk, and demanding to know where the “cocksucking sluts” they had heard about were, they were all expecting to have a chance at me. There must have been 12 or 15 of them milling around, young, brutish, virile. The thought of them me, taking turns, fighting 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 really getting me very wet and hot.
I closed my eyes. I imagined being the object of so many men’s lust. These young men had chiseled hard 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. 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, 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, they made crude comments about , 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, just so hot.
I was just about to leave the girls and make my way back to camp and get the 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, said “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 testosteronefueled 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, spread the . I never considered that my actions would endanger anyone else, let alone these girls who were the same age as my own 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, threatened to tear the camp apart. 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 leapt forward and blindsided Ken in the face with his fist. Another knocked him over, and several more started to kick him, Ken fought to get up but was surrounded.
Suddenly, a deep voice bellowed out “That is enough!”
From the back of the pack one ranger stepped forward the other men moved aside to let him pass. He looked like a linebacker, muscular and confident. There were two other young men with him, both blond with crew cuts and they walked along side him like sharks in the wake of a boat. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear: “It seems we’ve made a mistake, there is no church bus full of eager dance hall girls here. Let’s go, there’s no good reason to stay. The group of men grumbled but slowly started to leave, the big ranger stayed back and watched.
He turned to Ken, and stuck out his hand to help him up. “I’m ranger Steve, this is Andy and Andy, the twins.” The two blond Vikings extended their hands in turn. Steve continued “There not really twins, we just say that to mess with the campers.” Then, looking at Ken’s bruised face, asked “Are you OK?”
Ken rubbed the side of his face, saying “Yea, I think so, nothing feels broken. One of your rangers has a mean left uppercut.”
Steve grinned. “I’ll be sure to relay your compliment to him, in the morning. All the park rangers from the western region are meeting a few miles from here. A young ranger was telling tails of a group of girls here, that were, um, eager for uniformed men, let’s say. The got wilder with each telling, I tagged along to make sure my men didn’t get into trouble, and a good thing too.”
Ken thanked him for his help, they shook hands again.
“We’re stationed up at Lookout Ridge, there are a few more men there on fire watch. We don’t get much traffic, the trails are rugged and the camping is primitive, but the views are amazing.” He said.
Steve and the last two rangers turned to leave. After the sounds of their vehicles faded, Ken and I helped the girls back to their car, Ken gave then directions to the next town, with a suggestion they stay at a motel until morning. They each hugged him before they left. We watched them drive off, Ken walked back to our tent.
Then, I heard voices coming up the trail, laughing, joking! Deb, Leo, Mike and Don, all thinking this was a big joke. I didn’t feel that way: My husband got beatup, Deb might have been assaulted, as well as the two girls. I felt anger rising inside me. The voices got closer, not wanting to get caught just yet, I darted into the bushes next to the trail, and hid behind the trail sign, a few yards from the van.
They all arrived and started to busy themselves around the van, packing. I could barely heard them talking from my hiding spot. Leo said he was going to “get some pussy” before they left, but Deb stopped him, saying “Things got a little out of hand, maybe he should give us some space…” Leo just shrugged and dropped his shorts, letting his dick spring free. Deb knelt in front of him quickly and started sucking his cock, Don and Mike fished their dicks out and started stroking, while Leo fucked Deb’s mouth. Watching, I expected to feel aroused, or maybe jealous of that scene, but I felt nothing. I turned and silently jogged up the trail to where Ken waited.
As I ran to catch up to my husband, I thought of how easily Leo had forgotten me, left me. He had this way of making you feel like you were his whole world, it was easy to believe it, to submit and follow him, just glad for his attentions. But, I was fooling myself, he had no affection for me. I felt like a fool.
Ken and I returned to the camp. “We need to get moving early tomorrow, who knows if those rangers will be back.” I nodded. “Are you OK” Ken asked, with real concern. I looked at him, he’s just stood down a troop of rangers, gotten beatup, and his first thought was for me.
I sighed. “Yea, I’m just realizing that Leo never felt anything for me, I wasn’t special, I could have been anyone. I was a fool, nothing to him.”
Ken replied, saying something surprising: “You seduced three young men, men half your age, and had them physically pleasing you for several days. That’s very special!”
I hugged him, tight, and said “And I have you, my hero.” Then I stopped and asked him “Why didn’t you sleep with Deb? She seemed to be open to it?”
Ken looked at me, as if I was nuts. “That wasn’t my scene…”
I paused, brushed the dirt and blood off his face. I took his hands in mine. We looked into each other’s eyes.
“Would you marry me, Ken?” I asked.
Ken grinned, “Yes, I will marry you, April, my wife.” Then we kissed.
The next morning, we packed up the station wagon. I noticed the VW Micro bus was gone. No goodbye, nothing. Slipped away like thieves. I felt a sense of loss, but on reflection, relieved we avoided any inevitable drama.
Ken hugged me close. “Maybe we should check out Lookout Ridge? I hear the views are spectacular. He grinned an evil grin at me.
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