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 stop him, 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 him. 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 now.

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 tabletop, 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 his 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.