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While we were on the road. 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; One we got 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, Steve made us feel welcome.
We were relaxing by the fire. Steve had cooked up an amazing dinner of venison steaks, carrots, sweet potatoes, onions and corn, even a few bottles of local wine. He explained the rangers caught more 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 appeared.
“So, the was true?” Steve asked, “We thought Ben was fantasizing, making up for forgetting our breakfast.”
“No, but he did embellish, there was only one girl. The other women were not participating. In fact, I want to thank you for making sure they didn’t have to, against their will.” I said. Steve nodded.
“Wow, that one girl sounds incredible, I’d love to meet her!” Steve said, grinning.
I stuck my hand out. “Hi, I’m April.” I said. Steve grinned, 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 nude and completely exposed. He faced me toward Steve, and his hands massaged my breasts, pinching the nipples. I’d never seen Ken so aggressive, it made my pussy tingle.
“Do you like her breasts? Aren’t they stunning?” He asked. Steve grinned, and nodded.
Ken turned me around and made me bend over, pushing me legs apart. “Look at that pussy! It’s already wet for you!” Ken said. I couldn’t believe my own husband was displaying me like a prized sheep, but it was making me hot.
Steve whistled and said “Wow, she is one beautiful kitten.”
Ken, then let me stand up, facing Steve. “Are you ready to suck his cock? Fuck him, maybe?” He didn’t so much as ask, and let me know what was about to happen. I loved his taking charge.
“Oh, god, please yes!” I nearly begged.
Steve stood up and dropped his robe, he was tanned, muscled, his dick was thick, semihard and I could tell already it would be a challenge to get it into my mouth.
He stood near me, his broad, muscled chest just below my chin, his neatly trimmed beard, his angular, tanned face. He was almost the same height as Ken, but a little younger, his body hardened by hard work. My nipples brushed his chest, I felt a thrill, 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.
“Yes” I said, simply.
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, gently letting me kiss him. Slowly, I pulled back, exhaling. A felt a little ashamed for rushing things, but 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 how erotically the simple contact of his lips to mine stirred me. It wasn’t the open mouth 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 at an emotional, almost psychological level. Like the first moment of ual 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, 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 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, 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 nibbled and licked down my torso, 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, 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, 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 up 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 up 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 a 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 literally 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 God, I’m cuming! Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Yes!”
Then it hit me.
I felt the volcano erupt, my body shook and quaked, 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 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, over and over again.
I may have passed out. The next thing I was aware of, was Steve holding me close, both of our breath coming in gasps, our chest heaving, sweaty and exhausted.
As our breathing returned to normal, Steve helped me up and Ken rapped my robe around my shoulders against the cool night air. We sat together on the bench, I leaned against Steve, Ken sat on my other side, his arm around me. Watching the fire, looking up and the stars, my body 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 said “Ken, are you ready?” I was kind of shocked out of my moment of bliss. I’d forgotten about Ken! He watched with a raging erection, and Ken never stroked himself. He must be feeling the worst case of blue balls ever. But, my body was spent, I didn’t think I had anything left for him.
Steve looked at Ken, and said “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 precum. 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 butt hole. 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.”
I put my head down in Steve’s lap, my face touching his semihard 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 mm.” 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 said. “I could get addicted to this. I never, ever would have thought of doing something like this. It feels so lovely.” Steve was stroking 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 said, 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 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 mindfuck than pure physical pleasure, doing something so dirty, so taboo, was almost enough to make me climax by 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 semihard 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, into new territory. His hand went to my clit and stroked it in sync with his my asshole. Oh, my god, he was 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 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 “Baby! I have to cum! I’m cuming, I’m cuming! I can’t hold it any longer!”
I replied, gasping and grunting: “Do it, Baby! Cum for me! Fuck me harder! Harder! Fill my ass with your cum! Cum 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 semihard. I pushed myself up to a kneeling position, taking Ken’s head in my hands, and kissed 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 said to each other in unison.
Remembering Steve, I reached for his semihard 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, Frenchstyle, 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, 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 wondered what else he had planned?
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