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A Camping GangBang (M+/F, gb, wife)
by Eric Larson
Date: 2/20/00
A lot of guys go out looking for a virgin to marry. I consider that to be
high risk. A woman who "saves herself" for her wedding night is someone with
an uptight attitude about sex. Odds are that she has kept her legs clamped
together for so long that it has become a habit. Her unfortunate husband
will have to deal with that. I speak from experience.
So, for my second wife, I made a point of picking a woman who had a
demonstrated appetite for sex. What I'm saying is that I knew going in that
I wasn't married to a nun. On the contrary, I knew that Cheryl was an animal
in the bedroom, and I knew that she had been around. What I didn't know-and
what I think even she didn't know-was just how far sexual excitement would
take her. Well, we found out on a weekend camping trip last summer. It was a
spur of the moment thing. We looked out the window one Saturday morning in
August, and decided to toss some things in the car and head for the
mountains. No specific plans, just a wish to get away from the city.
We found a nice Forest Service campground next to the Skykomish River, an
hour's drive from Seattle. There were tents set up in some of the sites, but
nobody around; and we found a vacant spot in a far corner of the campground.
We set up camp and made a quick lunch, then went off to explore the area.
Cheryl was wearing tight fitting stonewashed denim shorts that showed that
she had great legs and a 100% fat-free butt. Very nice. Her matching top was
one of those long-sleeved shirts that ties in the front leaving her midriff
bare. It had buttons, but she left them open, so that her soft cleavage
showed enticingly. The tips of her long, curly dark hair swirled around her
neck and shoulders. She always seemed to bubble with vivacious excitement,
and seemed oblivious to the stares of every man who ever saw her. I loved
it. After hiking around all afternoon, we returned to the still vacant
campground and opened a bottle of wine.
We sat in our lawn chairs, resting our feet on the picnic bench, sipping
wine and chatting the kind of chat that leads to good sex. When it was time
to make dinner, the wine bottle was empty and we both felt a comfortable
glow. We opened another bottle of wine for dinner. As we were finishing
dinner, we heard an old Chevy pickup rumble into camp, to one of the sites
where the tents were set up. I had been wondering where everyone was. Two
more pickups came in and parked at the other occupied campsites. It looked
like a bunch of guys who had been out fishing all day, though I didn't see
any fish. What I did see was eight "outdoorsman" type guys who had obviously
consumed an excessive quantity of beer.
I glanced at Cheryl, and she looked back with raised eyebrows. Well, we had
known all along that we weren't going to have the place to ourselves, but it
was nice while it lasted. Maybe these guys would just pass out quietly and
leave us to enjoy ourselves. We could hear rowdy laughter and a lot of loud
talk while we washed our dishes and put things away. It wasn't dark yet, but
under the canopy of fir trees darkness would come quickly, so I decided to
light the Coleman lantern. I was just hanging the lantern on a branch when I
turned to see one of the cowboys approaching our camp. I was not surprised
that his eyes were locked on Cheryl. He asked if we had some matches he
could borrow. Odd question, since he was smoking a cigarette at the time. He
continued eyeing Cheryl after I tossed him a book of matches. "Pretty nice
place up here," he said. "Nobody ever comes around after sunset. Guess it'll
just be us for the night." I thought I saw him wink at Cheryl. Looking for
something to say, I asked, "Been out fishing?"
"Yeah, but nothing's biting. But I think our luck might be changing," he
said, casting a suggestive grin at Cheryl. It was time to put an end to
this. "Well," I said, "the fishing ought to be pretty good early in the
morning. I think we'll turn in early." He didn't take the hint. "Name's
Carl," he said to Cheryl. "Nice to have some pretty scenery up here, and I
ain't talking about the trees." He didn't even look at me. I turned quickly
at the sound of footsteps behind me, and found three more of the cowboys
approaching. "Watcha got going over here?" one of them asked drunkenly. Carl
said, "I just found the prettiest little piece of real estate in the county.
Was just making friends." "Looks like the prettiest little piece of ass in
the county to me," commented one of the others. That was enough. "You'll
have to excuse us. We've got some things to do," I said, moving toward
Cheryl.
Carl stepped in front of me and sneered, "I think we got some things to do,
too. Whaddya say guys?" "Oooh, I think I could do with some of that," said
one of the guys behind me. Carl stood his ground right in front of me, and
said, "I think your little sweetheart here is going to suck my dick. What do
you think about that?" "I think you better get the hell out of here," I
answered. I looked at Cheryl, who was frozen in place. Our eyes met, and I
could see her shock and fear. I tried to step around Carl, but he put up
both his hands and shoved me backward into the arms of the drunks behind me.
They grabbed and held on. Carl stepped between Cheryl and the picnic table,
unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans as he moved. He dragged his
already hard dick out over the top of his shorts and waved it at Cheryl. In
a move so quick that she couldn't move, Carl grabbed Cheryl by the hair and
pulled her roughly toward him. "Come on, honey, you know you want to suck
it," he leered. I struggled to get loose from the guys holding me, as Carl
held Cheryl by the hair with one hand and untied her blouse with the other.
The blouse fell open and her breasts came free. Cheryl quickly covered her
breasts with her hands. I could see nothing but helpless fear on her face.
Carl leaned back against the picnic table, legs slightly spread, with his
pants open and his dick sticking out toward Cheryl. Still holding her by the
hair, he shoved her roughly to her knees in front of himself. With both
hands he pulled her forward until his dick was against her face, and he
rubbed it against her lips. "Come on, honey, open up and take it in," he
commanded. He forced his dick against her lips and into her mouth, keeping a
firm grip on her hair with both hands. I saw Cheryl gag as he pulled her
head against him, forcing his dick down her throat. I was struggling to get
away from the drunks, and for an instant I got one arm loose. More hands
grabbed me, and I realized that the rest of the guys had come over to watch
the "fun." Someone told me that if I kept fighting he'd knock my teeth out.
That's when someone kicked me in the balls and left me helpless and gasping.
Carl was forcefully pulling Cheryl's head up and down his dick, and Cheryl
had to let go of her breasts to catch her balance. Her hands landed on the
only thing there was to hold onto, the top of Carl's jeans. She held on
tight while Carl fucked her mouth. Her breasts jiggled and bounced while
Carl jerked her around by the hair. Irrationally, I noticed that her nipples
were hard and standing straight out. I could see that Carl was trying to
work his way backward onto the picnic table. He was wiggling his ass up onto
the table, trying at the same time to squirm out of his jeans. After a
minute or two, he suddenly released Cheryl's hair to put his hands on the
tabletop and push himself up. With Cheryl still grasping them, Carl's jeans
slid off his ass as he scooted onto the table.
I was still gasping for air and feeling the intense pain in my groin, but I
was stunned to see that even though Carl had let go of her, Cheryl was still
working her mouth up and down Carl's dick! I could see her cheeks suck in,
and it dawned on me that she was acting voluntarily, even enthusiastically.
For an instant, it occurred to me that she probably just wanted to get him
off as quickly as possible just to get rid of him. But I lost that hope
quickly when Carl reached down and brushed Cheryl's blouse off her
shoulders. Cheryl released Carl's jeans and shook her arms from the sleeves
and let her blouse fall to the ground. When she returned her grip to Carl's
jeans, she started tugging them forcefully down, pulling off his shoes and
socks as he did. All the while, she continued sucking on Carl, making
slurping sounds and little moans. Now free of his jeans, Carl started
sliding himself back on the table top, until he could lie back with his legs
spread wide. Cheryl followed him, all the while working her mouth up and
down Carl's thick, hard dick. I watched in stunned amazement as she reached
down and unfastened her shorts and began to wriggle out of them. They
dropped lightly to the ground, and the wet spot was conspicuous in the
crotch of her panties as she bent over the table.
One of the other drunks stepped forward and started fondling Cheryl's ass. I
watched him clap his hand over the wet spot in her panties and massage her
hairless mound through the thin fabric. Cheryl was now licking and running
her tongue around the head of Carl's dick, holding his legs apart as if she
thought he might try to get away. I was starting to breathe more easily when
two more cowboys, both stripped naked and sporting full- fledged hard-ons,
stepped up to Cheryl. One sat on the edge of the table next to Carl's hips
and reached down to fondle Cheryl's breast. The other started rubbing his
dick against Cheryl's panties while the guy who had been there quickly
stripped off his clothes. That guy moved around so he could squeeze Cheryl's
other breast. Meanwhile, Cheryl had gotten hold of the guy on the other
side, and was stroking his dick. In a moment she had a dick in her other
hand as well, and still she was working on Carl, now slowly teasing up and
down. The guy behind her pulled her panties off and started running his hand
over the pussy that she had just shaved that morning. His fingers slid
easily into the wet pink folds, and I could see Cheryl arch her back and
pivot her hips to open her pussy wider. From my place a couple of yards
away, I could see her gaping open. I realized suddenly that the guys had
loosened their grip on me and were no longer pinning me to the ground. A
couple of them were already naked, looking for some way to get into the
action, and the other two were pulling at their clothes while maintaining
only a token grip on me. I didn't try to get away, though. Maybe I knew that
they'd just kick me in the balls again. But the truth is that I knew there
was no reason to get away. I couldn't save Cheryl. She didn't want to be
saved.
She gave little teasing sucks to each of the dicks she was holding in her
hands, always going back to Carl, who was clearly on the verge. I think she
saw Carl's abdomen begin to contract, so she closed her lips around him and
began to work furiously up and down. Carl shuddered, and hips thrashed up
and down, while Cheryl sucked and gulped and swallowed the hot fluid that
gushed down her throat. With a start, I realized that Cheryl was twitching
and wiggling in an orgasm of her own. And I was even more startled to become
aware that I had such a hard-on of my own that pre-cum had soaked clear
through my shorts, making a dark wet spot. Cheryl sucked Carl dry, while one
of the guys who had been holding me climbed up to straddle Carl and put his
dick in front of Cheryl. She climbed clear up onto the table, so that she
was on her hands and knees between Carl's legs. The guy behind her followed
her onto the table and knelt behind her. He ran his dick against her pussy,
and Cheryl rotated her hips so he could plunge in. He held onto her hips and
began rapidly pumping in and out. I could see Cheryl's juices running down
her thighs and knew she was thoroughly enjoying all that was happening.
She continued working on the three dicks around her, while the rest of the
guys moved in to get any piece of the action they could manage. They were
groping for her breasts, reaching beneath her to tease her pussy while the
guy behind her, whose name I now knew to be Robbie, continued to fuck her. I
found myself looking for some way to join in; but I held back, not wanting
another kick in the balls. I heard a loud groan as one of the guys up front
unloaded all over Cheryl's face and hair and shoulders before she was able
to pull his dick into her mouth and gulp down his last few surges of cum. At
the same time, Robbie doubled over Cheryl's back and shot his load in her
cunt, which was visibly quaking in Cheryl's second orgasm. Robbie backed
out, and I again had a brief view of Cheryl's gaping pussy. Everything was
wet, and her swollen, pink folds were protruding hugely in front of her
slit. I had never seen her like this. It was as if her pussy was simply
overflowing. It was impossible to imagine that everything I could see had
been neatly hidden inside that little slit just half an hour before. The guy
who was called "Beavis" by his friends climbed onto the table and jammed his
cock into my wife, and I watched her start working her hips so that Beavis
just knelt there watching Cheryl's cunt slide up and down his dick. She was
in a frenzy, and one of the guys up front shot a stream of cum in the air.
It landed in her hair and on her back; and as she continued jacking him off,
he shot streams into her face and on her neck. She had already brought four
guys off. Five if you count the guy who shot his load while just watching.
The guy straddling Carl was coming, and Cheryl was sucking and gulping his
cum. Her pussy contracted in her third orgasm, and that brought Beavis to a
quick end, as he pumped a huge load deep into her overflowing cunt. She was
so wide open that Beavis just sort of fell out, while still hard. Meanwhile,
Carl had worked his way further under Cheryl so that he could suck her
breasts and grope her pussy. I watched him slide a finger up and down her
hot pink racing stripe. The one guy (other than me) who still hadn't come
took his turn in front of Cheryl, and she swallowed his dick as if she were
starving. Carl slipped a finger into Cheryl, pulled it back out and inserted
two. I could see him move his fingers around inside my wife, and work a
third finger in. Cheryl was squirming her hips around, trying to get the
most of what was happening. She spread her knees further apart on the table
and sucked in her abdomen, trying to open herself still wider.
At the same time, Cheryl was stroking-off the guy up front while teasing the
head of his dick with her tongue. His load caught Cheryl full in the face on
the first shot. As it ran down her chin onto her chest, Carl had to dodge
his friend's cum as it dripped from her. He turned her around above himself
so that she was straddling his chest. He ran his hands up and down the
insides of her thighs and over her pussy, and he again started sliding his
fingers in out of her hole. He had a hard-on again, and Cheryl was leaning
down to drag her breasts against it when she and I made eye contact for the
first time since Carl had first grabbed her hair. There was an instant of
anxiety as each of us wondered what the other was thinking, then my wife
motioned for me to come to her. I got up and stood in front of her at the
edge of the table. She grabbed my face and pulled me to her and gave me a
deep kiss, wet with the cum of four or five other guys. As odd is it sounds,
there was something incredibly exciting about it.
With some frenetic help from Cheryl, I pulled my shorts and t-shirt off. My
lovely, delicate wife let out a loud groan as Carl forced his entire hand
into her cunt. I think there must have been some pain, because she had never
been opened up that wide before. Never even close. But if there was any
pain, she showed no sign of it. Instead, she wiggled her hips around as if
to better accommodate what was inside her. She coaxed me up onto the table
where she could get her mouth on my dick. She sucked hard, and I fucked her
mouth with complete abandon. At some point, Carl pulled his hand out and
slid up beneath Cheryl until she could sit down on his dick, while she was
still sucking on mine. I was holding her breasts, and someone else was
massaging her clit. A huge orgasm rattled her body, and for several moments
she was frozen, quivering from head to toe. Then she started rocking slowly
on Carl's dick, while holding onto me by the hips and pulling me into her
mouth. I was starting to come and wanted to hold back, but she wouldn't let
me. Relentlessly, she moved her mouth up and down my dick, sucking hard
until I broke loose and gushed cum into her throat. She dropped her hands
from me while still sucking my last spurts. I was holding her shoulders,
trying to catch my breath.
Bodies were close on both sides of me, and once again Cheryl was jerking off
two more guys. When she knew I was finished, she released my dick and again
found my mouth with hers, still half filled with my cum. She kissed me long
and deep, and I found myself gulping my own cum from her mouth and
swallowing it. Carl was coming inside her, and Cheryl was furiously
hammering the guys next to me. When she broke the kiss, she looked straight
into my eyes for a long moment, then closed hers and sat up straight and
pressed herself clear down as Carl expended himself. Cum was flowing out of
Cheryl and dripping down over the matted hair on Carl's balls.
I backed off the table and let Cheryl pull the two guys together in front of
her, and she was rubbing their dicks together and trying to suck them both
at once. Well, her cunt could have opened wide enough, but her mouth
couldn't, so she just went from one to the other and back. When she finally
lifted herself off of Carl, his dick was soft and he slid out from beneath
her. Someone had brought some beers over from the other campsite, and Carl
grabbed one and cast a malicious grin at me.
The table was smeared with cum, and I wondered irrationally how many people
would set out their dinner there without knowing what had caused the stains.
I reached up and wiped a river of cum from Cheryl's leg with my bare hand,
and added it to the mess on the table. I did it again to her other leg,
while one of the guys up front shot a stream that went over Cheryl's head
and landed on her back. I wiped cum from my wife's cunt, and felt her press
hard against my hand, which slipped with remarkable ease into her distended
hole. I pushed in until she would hold no more, and I could feel her insides
moving. Cheryl was wriggling around, fucking my fist and sucking off the guy
up front. I was hard again, so I took the position where Carl had been,
sliding through the puddles of cum until my hard-on was touching Cheryl's
cunt. With a kind of a slosh, she sat down on my dick. There were guys
fondling her breasts, and she was jerking off one of them. The guy she had
been sucking climbed up on the table and was standing where Cheryl could
pull him into her mouth, with one hand behind his ass. After a minute of
mouth fucking, that guy was ready to explode when Cheryl grabbed his dick
and finished him by hand. She aimed him down at her breasts and let him
empty himself on them. He rubbed his cum around her nipples and all over her
breasts, then he stepped out of the way and let someone else take his place.
The jerk-off guy shot his load right over Cheryl's shoulder onto my chest.
I was still hard inside my wife, and she was rocking hard and fast, but I
wasn't coming. She was, though, and she clamped her cunt tightly shut on my
dick while she shook and trembled for several more moments. I started
thrusting my hips, and she lifted off just enough to let me move, while she
started sucking the guy who was standing in front of her with his hands on
her head. There were four or five of the cowboys now sitting around drinking
beer and laughing, now just happy spectators. A guy was licking Cheryl's
tits, and she coaxed him to a position where she could reach his dick. I
could feel things starting to build up in my own, so I pulled Cheryl down
and got as far into her as I could. I held it back, savoring the moment. It
built up, and it was getting harder to hold it back. The slurping sound I
could hear told me that Cheryl was finishing off the standing guy; and when
he stepped down, the jerk-off, tit licking guy moved over in front of my
wife. He sat on the table in front of her and leaned back until his head
hung over the table. Cheryl bent over and closed her mouth over the guy's
hard-on. She gave me two or three hard pumps with her cunt, and I exploded
inside her. She pumped up and down, thoroughly draining me, and kept pumping
until I simply fell out. She immediately moved up and dropped her pussy onto
the jerk-off guy.
She started rocking her hips, and I knelt behind her to reach around and cup
her breasts, which were bouncing and jiggling as she rocked faster and
faster. Her hands went up into her hair, and she tilted her head back with
eyes closed. Then there was another guy standing in front of her, touching a
fresh hard-on against her lips. She parted her lips and let him start
fucking her mouth, while she fucked the jerk-off guy and I held her
slippery, cum-covered breasts and kissed the back of her neck. The guy on
the bottom came first, and moments later the stand-up guy blew his load; and
Cheryl was again seized by spasms of an orgasm. And I had another hard-on!
In my life, I had never, ever gone for a threepeat. Cheryl could feel me
rubbing against her back, and when the one guy stepped off the table, she
lifted her pussy off the limp remains of the jerk-off guy and bent forward
to present her hole to me. As I slipped in, I felt a gush of cum forced out.
This time I didn't make any attempt to hold back. I pounded in as if I was
trying to win a race. It was just Cheryl and me, and the spectators were
cheering us on. When jerk-off was out of the way, she bent all the way
forward until her cheek was in a puddle of cum on the table, and she let me
slam it home. Clear in and clear out, with each thrust I was pushing air
into her cunt, and as I bottomed out the air would be forced out with
obscene wet farting noises. The cowboys laughed and cheered and gulped their
beer. It didn't take long for me to come. Whatever feeble amount of cum left
in me was transferred to Cheryl's swimming cunt. She too, collapsed into a
weak, exhausted orgasm. Someone handed me a beer, and I shared it with
Cheryl, both of us sitting in the puddles on the table. Cheryl's puddle
continued to grow, but her enlarged pink folds began to recede back into her
crack.
The cowboys chatted, mostly to each other, for a short while; then gathered
up their scattered clothing, and prepared to go back to their own campsite.
Carl raised his beer in a toast, and others joined. I raised mine, and
Cheryl smiled and bowed in acknowledgment. She had just fucked and sucked
the daylights out of nine guys, bringing off each of us at least twice. I
stopped trying to keep track. She was a cum-covered mess, and yet was
somehow the most desirable woman I had ever seen. We took towels and walked
down to the ice-cold river and waded into a little pool. We washed and
shampooed, ignoring the soapy harm we were doing to the river. When we got
out of the water, my dick and balls were so shriveled that I might have been
mistaken for a woman if I'd had tits.
At last, in our tent, I lay back, ready to fall asleep. It was still too
warm to get into the sleeping bag, and Cheryl lay naked on my chest. Her
hand covered my crotch, adding welcome warmth. I lay there letting her
squeeze and fondle my dick, coaxing it back to life. Then she started
licking and sucking. She was slow and deliberate, but I was simply used up.
She still had me in her mouth when we both fell asleep.
The End