0 comments/ 16392 views/ 4 favorites Lust in the Wilderness By: imhapless As happens at some point in time to almost all good authors, Roz was experiencing "writer's block." She had published a number of erotic tales in years past, ranging from poems, to short stories, to three novels. However, the last year she was having real difficulty improvising the type of genitals-stimulating sagas that had made her famous. Well, at least made her pen name -- Kissmeass -- famous. Roz was someone who felt comfortable only in familiar situations; and she was too shy and withdrawn to publish under her real name. However, as "Kissme," as she was known by her fans, she was as adventurous and provocative as one could be without getting arrested. While she had had her share of sexual exploits in her forty eight years, she had never actually experienced most of the varied sexual ventures her female characters encountered. She often wondered if she ever would engage in some of the acts she so salaciously described in her manuscripts if confronted with the possibilities in real life. She was apprehensive about the start of her day. She had a morning meeting with Will Scarlet (yes that really is his name), her agent, at his office in Stratford-on-Avon, about as far as she was willing to travel from her home in Northampton. She knew he was growing tired of her excuses for why she was only on chapter one of a contracted-for novel due in two months. She really couldn't afford to return the advance she had received, but was coming up dry when contemplating how to proceed. Roz brushed her silken brown mane, ending just before her shoulders, so that every hair was in place, put on light blue eye-shadow to highlight her azure eyes, and put on her most stylish work dress. When everything was in place she took a deep breath and went off to Will's office. When she got to her agent's office her trepidation increased. Sitting on a couch next to Will's desk was Peter Timmons, the vice-president of the publishing company that had contracted for her new novel. "Roz, do you remember Peter Timmons?" Will asked as Roz entered his office and a tall handsome man stood up from the couch. "Of course I do. How nice to see you again Mr. Timmons," Roz apprehensively replied. "Is he here to cancel my contract and demand return of the advance?" flashed through her mind. "Please, Roz -- or should I call you 'Kissme'," (laughter all around) "call me Peter. I really am pleased to see you are agerasia." "Wow -- that's a £50 word I haven't hear since University. So nice of you to say that I look young for my age, Peter -- but actually I've put on a few pounds and I'm feeling a little dowdy." At 5'8" and about 125 pounds, Roz was far from dowdy, but her self-image was not at its high point. "Now don't deflect a compliment, Roz," Will chimed in. After some more pleasantries and small talk they got down to business. "I can sense anxiety on your part about me being here, Roz," Peter said. "I know you have had difficulty in churning out another of your deliciously bawdy tales. My opinion, though, is that your writer's block just shows that you hold yourself to a high standard, and won't turn out garbage just to meet a deadline. I'm here to tell you that not only will we be patient, but I have an idea on how to energize you." Her facial expression changing from one of unease to one of delight Roz replied "Thank you, Peter; I'm all ears." "Well, my nephew, Andrew, is the director of a company that specializes in unorthodox adventures. The journeys they plan are perfect for someone whose mind needs a real escape," Peter continued. "Wow; I never thought of that," Roz exclaimed. "Go on, Peter." "Well unless you have some relationship or obligation that would preclude it, we'd be willing to foot the bill for you to go on one of their three week expeditions. One is scheduled to start in ten days. If you agree we'll extend the due date for your book by three months." "You'll really pay for my trip?" Roz queried. "We look on it as an investment. We're quite confident that you'll produce your best work ever." Roz needed the extension no matter what; and time away from constantly agonizing over her writer's block could only help even if it meant springing out of her comfort zone for three weeks. After a few moments of silence while Roz tried to recover from the shock of what she feared would be a very bad situation turning into an extremely interesting one she smiled broadly and responded "What can I say, Peter. I'm very grateful. I don't have a significant other at this time and I certainly can put my affairs in order in the next ten days to get ready for a three week quest. How do I get details?" The next day Roz met with Andrew at his office in Warwick, only 13 km from Stratford. Andrew was easy to recognize -- he just as easily could have been Peter's 23 year old son as his nephew. He was even taller and better looking than Peter, had an endearing demeanor, and was very fit. "How could he not be fit," Roz mused trying to distract her from an attraction she was sure all women felt toward him "if he leads groups on treks." While Roz was pleased to meet Andrew and with her time extension, she had something new to worry about when she found out that the expedition would be to wilderness areas in the province of Quebec, Canada. That was way out of her comfort zone. Andrew could sense consternation on her part about the upcoming "adventure" and tried the best he could to put her at ease. He told her that he and a female guide were both very experienced, that emergency services were always readily within reach, and that while the trip would be physically taxing -- necessary to allow the participants to clear their minds -- it was not a "boot camp." He provided her with a list of the only items and clothing she should bring with, and recommended that in the nine days before they left to start an exercise regime that he laid out for her. Roz found that following Andrew's recommendations exactly was a good way for her to calm her nerves and after a few days of exercise more strenuous than she was used to she was able to sleep better and was less anxious. All participants in the expedition flew from England to Montreal together. In addition to Andrew and Roz there were: Arabella, a fairly well known 18 year old 6' tall fashion model who was succumbing to the stress inherent in her profession; Cole, a 35 year old hedge fund manager who had the same problem as Arabella; Alistair, a 20 year old Cambridge drop-out from a noble and wealthy family who was told by his father to "get his act together" or get disinherited; Darcy, a 28 year old professional tennis player who was trying to recover mentally from physical injuries he had dealt with for the last few years; and Rowan, a 29 year old solicitor who had been wrongly accused of murdering his girl friend, and now that he was fully exonerated when someone else confessed just as his well-publicized trial was starting, needed to clear his head. In Montreal they would meet up with Michelle, a 26 year old Canadian wilderness guide. All were single. Andrew's optimism and gregariousness rubbed off on the group, and despite their diverse backgrounds they seemed to develop good chemistry just in the time in the airport before the flight, and during the approximately six hours they were in the air. Seemingly always looking for a reason to be insecure Roz quickly noticed that she was the oldest participant by far; and she was taken aback by the physical attractiveness of all of the others, who she (wrongly) considered much more comely than herself. However she was very pleased that her age and appearance didn't seem to matter at all to anyone else. It seemed that each participant had made up his or her mind that they would get everything out of this trip that they could hope for, and knew that attitude was one of the most important keys to success. Michelle greeted them at the airport -- she was obviously as affable as Andrew as she smiled warmly and gave everyone a big hug. Her toned athletic body including shapely muscled legs completely exposed by her very short shorts, sparkling eyes, symmetrical face, and button nose were clearly appreciated by all the male participants. Michelle piled all eight of them, and their gear, into a van, and they immediately set out for the Quebec wilderness. While it was a wilderness trip the food and sleeping accommodations were actually not bad, especially since it was the warmest time of the year in Quebec. Andrew and Michelle were both exceptionally strong, and easily carried cooking equipment and a three day supply of good food for everyone, and the group was re-supplied by pontoon plane whenever they ran out. Also, Andrew and Michelle were experts at manually pumping up micron-thin air mattresses that each participant carried in his or her backpack, and there were enough cabins, lean-tos and caves along the way that if there was inclement weather they could take refuge at night. Within two days Roz -- and likely all of the rest of the participants -- had completely left their problems, anxieties, or manias behind. The physical demands of the trip meant that everyone slept like logs, and the conviviality of the group only increased from day to day. Neither Arabella nor Darcy were the least bit pretentious, Alistair never mentioned or acted like he was from nobility, and everyone else was seemingly just interested in being as pleasant as possible. The trip took a turn in direction after the first re-supply, undoubtedly due in part to the well-known fact that intense physical exercise enhances libido. About 2 p.m. the group came upon a picturesque waterfall surrounded by smooth rocks, and splashing into a crystal clear pool, on the afternoon of the hottest day of the year. Before anyone knew it Arabella had shed all of her clothes and was in mid-dive. After an initial shock Alistair, Rowan, and Cole followed her lead. As the buff quartet splashed and giggled in the pool below Darcy, Michelle, and Andrew looked at each other, smiled, shook their heads, stripped, and Darcy and Michelle mimicked their predecessors. A naked Andrew stayed behind and turned to face Roz. "Come on Roz, join us; you'll have great fun," Andrew pleaded. Roz wanted to reply, but all she could do was stare at Andrew's cock. It was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen in her life; and though not hard, it was twitching. Finally after hearing "Roz, Roz, are you there?" she snapped out of it and choked out "OK, I don't want to be a fly in the ointment." She removed her top, and once Andrew was sure she would join them, he dove in too, laughing in mid-air, landing right next to Michelle, and playfully pulling her under the water. Much to her embarrassment as Roz undressed the rest of the group noticed she was the only one not in the water, and looked up at her. She bit her lip, removed her last remaining article of clothing, her panties, and jumped in giving everyone a good look at her tits and pussy. Everyone splashed around doing the types of silly things naked people who had not yet had sexual relations with each other could be expected to do, with laughs, screams, and giggles filling the summer air. After about a half hour, members of the group started filing out and sat on the adjacent rocks, some in the sun, others in the shade. No one was in a hurry to get dressed; in fact Arabella, Michelle, Andrew and Cole all washed the clothes they had worn and laid them out on rocks to dry in the bright sunshine. Having learned her lesson from her entrance not to be last, Roz got out as discretely as she could in the middle of the pack. As she walked up toward her clothes she could sense someone behind her, and turned to see Rowan trailing by a few meters, unabashedly ogling her ass. She pretended not to notice and picked up her sweat-drenched panties. Just as she was about to put them on, Rowan stopped her. "Roz; could you do me a great favor and not put your panties on just yet?" Rowan queried. "You have the best ass I have ever seen in my entire life and I would really appreciate some time to peruse it a while longer." As Rowan gently removed her panties from her grip he continued, "Plus your panties are soaked with perspiration. Why don't we both wash our clothes like Andrew and Michelle did." Roz was not only speechless she momentarily lost her ability to breathe. She looked up into Rowan's eyes which were burning holes through her head. Seeing him naked, she recognized for the first time that he was almost as muscular as Andrew, had a very nice half-hard dick, and that his gaze was intoxicating. She stammered for a few seconds trying to think of something -- anything -- to respond, without success. After what was for her an uncomfortable 30 seconds, Rowan smiled, diverted his stare, picked up his and her clothes, and while laughing said "Come on, I'll do the washing for you." He then jumped off the rock they were standing on into the water with all of their clothing in his arms. Roz was sure she was going to faint, never having experienced anything close to this in its exhilarating effect before. Here she was, naked, in the middle of the wilderness, surrounded by beautiful people, and a handsome man 19 years her junior had just told her she had a fantastic ass. She jumped in after Rowan. After all the washed clothes were dried, Andrew and Michelle suggested they find another location to camp for the night. From the very first day Andrew and Michelle didn't act like drill sergeants. They made suggestions, and gave reasons why. All the participants greatly respected both of them, and readily went along with whatever was suggested. After a great dinner, a completely merry time around a campfire which included numerous flirty and gross jokes, told primarily by Arabella, Darcy and Alistair, and even a few stupid games, the group retired. Roz was not unaware that Rowan sat next to her during the meal and gave her playful pats and squeezes at various times throughout the evening. She told herself that it was just everyone having a good time, and indeed there was body contact by all of the members of the group. But it got her mind racing. For the first time on the excursion she didn't immediately fall asleep as soon as her head hit the air pillow. Thoughts of her writer's block seemingly banished from her mind long ago, she was trying to come to grips with the emotions she felt. Constantly running through her mind was the thought of her sucking Andrew's cock, while holding onto Rowan's and Darcy's balls with her hands; and then being tied to a tree while Rowan approached her and buried his tool deep inside her. As she lay there wide awake, essentially working herself into a sexual frenzy, she heard stirring. While the group was spread out widely, Roz was able to surreptitiously watch two figures sneak off into the woods, hand-in-hand, one of them carrying an air mattress. After establishing that everyone else -- at least those who could possibly see her -- was asleep, her curiosity got the best of her. She followed the figures into the woods. As she silently crept forward, she could hear low moaning in the distance. As Roz turned past a large pine, there to her right, in a small clearing, were two naked figures on an air mattress. Her eyes having adjusted to the moonlight, Roz fairly quickly made out that it was Arabella and Alistair. "Not an unlikely pair," she said to herself. Her conscience told her that she wasn't a voyeur, and she should leave -- but in her sexually aroused state there was no way that she could. She watched as Alistair ran his hands and mouth over every inch of Arabella's sleek body glistening in the moonlight, as she quietly moaned. Roz saw Alistair straddle her and bury his face in her cunt as she hungrily sucked his testicles into her mouth. As she started to orgasm and was on the verge of screaming, Alistair spun around, and kissed her deeply, muffling her cry. Then, once he was sure she had calmed down, he lay beside her, moved one of her long legs over him, and obviously penetrated her. They both moaned and grunted as they pulsed their hips toward and away from each other, interspersed with sucking sounds as Alistair periodically lowered his head and devoured one of her tits. Roz was fascinated. She had never fucked in that position and was amazed at how erotic it looked. It wasn't long before they both were clearly in the throws of orgasm and Alistair was again pressing his lips against Arabella's to muffle both of their cries. Once she was sure that Alistair had withdrawn from Arabella, and they were murmuring and giggling to each other, she stole away. When she got back to the camp sleeping area, two other bodies were missing, and she thought she heard a rustle in the woods to her left. Even more sexually charged than she was before, she followed the sounds. After a hundred meters or so she could see two figures in the moonlight, standing, removing clothing from each other, and emitting distinct kissing and sucking noises. After a few minutes she was able to recognize the lovers. It was Andrew and Michelle. Even though she could not see their faces, there was no mistaking Andrew's tall, hard body, and since Michelle was the only other woman besides herself not "otherwise occupied" in had to be her. Roz was gob smacked as Andrew picked Michelle up, she wrapped her legs around him, and she moaned as standing without support he obviously plunged that beautiful dick of his into her waiting pussy. After a little hip movement in that position, Andrew moved Michelle close to a tree. After a muffled exchange of words, Roz saw Michelle bend backwards, and partially support herself with her arms on the tree as her torso was virtually horizontal. Once she was supporting herself Andrew started pumping like an oil derrick. Somehow Michelle was able to pump back as Andrew periodically bent over and sucked one of her nipples. Roz had to get a closer look. She silently moved behind a tree right next to where Andrew was standing. She got as good a look as she possibly could, given the lighting, at Andrew's fuck tool as it moved in and out of Michelle's restless soaking-wet pussy. She could feel her hormones ebbing inside her and moved her hand to her crotch. She dared not stick her hand inside her shorts, however, since the white-hot action she was witnessing would be sure to bring her to orgasm quickly and the ensuing noise would give her away. It was actually fortunate, given Roz's state of arousal, that just as with the last two she had spied upon, Andrew and Michelle quickly climaxed. As they did Michelle did a "sit up" and smashed her lips into Andrew's as they continued to wiggle and twist their asses. This was Roz's cue to slink away again. Roz decided to loop around when going back to camp. But she had gone no more than fifteen meters when someone grabbed her and put a hand over her mouth. Whispered into her ear was "Roz, this is Rowan. I only put my hand over your mouth so that you wouldn't scream as a result of unexpectedly encountering someone in the woods. I'm going to remove it now but don't make noise or we'll be exposed." Roz nodded her head in agreement, and Rowan removed his hand. Without another word he grabbed her hand and led her in what appeared to be a long loop back toward the camp, and away from all four of the clandestine lovers. But when they were still a good hundred meters from camp, Rowan stopped and turned to face Roz. In the moonlight she saw desire on his face, and was regretting the aroused state her pussy was in from her dual voyeuristic encounters. Rowan stroked Roz's silken brown hair as he gazed into her blue eyes. "You already know what I think of your ass," Rowan murmured. "But I find everything else about you overwhelmingly exhilarating too; I have to fuck you." Lust in the Wilderness Roz had never been told she was overwhelmingly exhilarating before; and guys she had had sex with were never that blunt. But the characters in her story were. She suddenly realized that she was in one of her own erotic settings; the object of sexual desire of someone of the type she thought would never be attracted to her. Only in her fantasies did handsome guys in their twenties want to fuck mature women. Back in Northampton Roz would have been in a quandary and likely would have determined that she should not succumb to Rowan's advances. She would have approached it intellectually, convinced herself that either he couldn't be serious, there was something wrong with him, or it would start her on the path to ruination. But Roz wasn't in Northampton; and she was incapable of intellectually analyzing the situation since her pussy was on fire from watching four people have mind-blowing orgasms. So she did what she wanted -- not what she thought she should. She reached out her hand and started massaging Rowan's cock through his boxers, as he put both arms around her and kissed her deeply. Lust overcame Roz as she pulled down on Rowan's boxers, causing his dick to spring out. Fully erect, Rowan's dick was remarkably larger than when it was flaccid, and it startled Roz for a moment; but only a moment, since her cunt was in control, not her brain. Rowan expertly removed both of their tops and Roz's panties, and stepped out of his boxers. While she was still squeezing his dick he moved her over to a small tree which had partially fallen, where its' almost horizontal trunk was about waist high from the ground. Pushing Roz's backside against the horizontal part of the tree, Rowan dropped to his knees and invaded Roz's slit with his tongue and fingers from his right hand. With his left hand he grabbed the ass he cherished, and alternately squeezed, rubbed, and tickled it. Having already watched two consummate orgasms, and given the ferocity of Rowan's attack on her clitoris and G-spot, it was not surprising that Roz got weak in the knees and gushed her nectar all over Rowan's face within two minutes flat. She would have fallen but for Rowan's strong hands holding her up by her hips while he continued to tongue her clitoris even as she was climaxing. As the weak-kneed writer was groaning and on the verge of lapsing into a stupor, Rowan stood up and again put his arms around her. He pressed her luscious grapefruit-sized tits into his belly as he squeezed her tightly. Once he was sure she had almost recovered from her orgasm he kissed her deeply, his pussy-nectar coated tongue exploring all parts of her mouth. Roz started an incantation: "I don't want this to be a dream; I don't want to wake up from this." Rowan made sure she knew it wasn't a dream. Almost like he had scoped out the area ahead of time, Rowan placed his shirt over the fallen tree at the point where it was exactly even with Roz's waist. He then bent Roz over the tree so that her skin was contacting the shirt and not the bark. Then he plunged his rock hard cock into her cunt from behind, and started thumping. Each thrust of Rowan's magic wand in her vagina sent shivers through Roz's entire body, up her spine to her shoulders and brain, and down her legs to her toes. Each thrust elicited the production of more endorphins than the last. Enhancing Roz's euphoria even more, Rowan latched onto Roz's right nipple with his right hand and twisted it gently, ran all his fingers over the side of her globe, and then back up to twist again. With his left hand, Rowan caressed Roz's glorious ass, every so often stuffing a finger lubricated with pussy juice into her anus. Every dazzling, pleasurable, and gratifying feeling in the world overtook Roz when Rowan started grunting and ejaculated stream after stream of his manly cream into her slick channel. She felt nothing but euphoria. Time became irrelevant and she was incapable of perceiving its passage. At some point Rowan withdrew, sat Roz down on their clothes, and continued to fondle her tits and kiss her face. She put her arms on his shoulders, as he titillated her with every accolade imaginable. "You are the best piece of ass I've ever had... I wish I could fuck you all night... My dick has never been that hard.... Your pussy feels like velvet..." Roz wasn't quite sure how she was going to regain enough composure to get back to camp when her hand dropped from Rowan's shoulder and landed on his cock. It immediately started to come back to life. More out of curiosity than anything else Roz started stroking it. If she really did want to get back to camp, that was the worst thing to do. Within minutes, Roz was bent back over the fallen tree and Rowan was performing an encore. This time his whacking was even more forceful, and each of his fingers seemed to find their way, at one time or another, into Roz's asshole. When he unloaded into Roz again her circuits weren't just overloaded -- they were fried. The next thing she remembered was Rowan laying her down on her air mattress, covering her with a light blanket, then stealing away. When Roz awoke from her sex-induced stupor to the morning sun streaming through the pines, she was naked. Since Rowan had been considerate enough to put all of her clothes with her under the blanket, however, she was able to dress herself without exposing her nakedness to the others; although once she got up she wondered why she bothered being discrete. Roz remained silent as everyone bantered at breakfast. She almost choked on her food as Arabella -- topless, her perfect nipples on her little perky tits virtually screaming "suck me" -- accurately described in great detail the "awesome" sex she had had with Alistair the night before. "Why didn't you let us watch?" Colin jibbed. "Watch, hell," Darcy said, "you needed someone to suck your nipples while he was pounding you." Roz couldn't believe it when Rowan then said "I noticed you and Michelle took off in the middle of the night, Andrew. Did you two have as much fun as Arabella?" Without batting an eye Michelle -- sitting in only her panties (a camel toe clearly visible) and a tank top, responded with a cat-that-ate-the-canary look. "Hey Rowan, Andrew and I had to plan the day's activities. And you should know how we went about planning, you were watching." "Damn, did Darcy, Roz and I get left out of everything?" Colin laughed. Roz was blushing, because Darcy was staring at her pussy. She looked down and to her horror, Rowan's cum was not just dribbling out of her pussy down her thigh, it was almost cascading out." "Looks like Roz wasn't left out," Darcy chortled pointing to her thighs. Soon everyone was practicing krukolibidinous (the act of staring at someone's crotch). Completely red-faced Roz clamped her knees together, and tried to cover-up, spilling her breakfast in the process. Colin, Arabella and Michelle rushed over to her and gleefully pulled her arms away and separated her knees. As Roz let out a mortified cry, Arabella ran her finger over Roz's cum-spotted thigh, brought it to her mouth, then jubilantly turned around and said "All right, who nailed Roz last night. Speak up or we'll have to do a DNA test." "You're a dog Rowan," Andrew laughed. "I saw you ogling her ass yesterday." Not denying it Rowan shot back, "I wasn't the only one ogling her ass. Every guy here was. I was just lucky enough to hum her tune first!" While Roz wanted to crawl into a hole no one else was the least bit bothered. In fact from the way they were acting, it appeared that this was the best time any of them had ever had in their life. Frankness was thicker than molasses. "I wanted to fuck Michelle since the first time I laid eyes on her," Andrew blurted out -- for no particular reason aside from participating in the candor-fest. "Then when I saw her creamy thighs ending at her perfect pussy when she was swimming naked, I knew I had to make it a reality." "Yeah, well Arabella is so fucking hot she could make a dead man rise," Alistair chimed in. As Rowan stood Roz cringed. "Well Roz was the best fuck I ever had in my life. Her pussy is as snug and live as her ass is gorgeous." Everyone stopped and stared at crimson-faced Roz. She didn't know if it was a hallucination but it seemed as though all the guys were tenting their pants. Apparently it wasn't just her imagination since after a pregnant pause Arabella said, "Oh my God, Roz -- you're making all the guys hard. You're mind-blowing," then gave Roz a big hug. By that point of the trip, everyone knew that Michelle was truly a free-spirit. They didn't really know how "free," though, until what happened next. Michelle got everyone's attention by standing up and making sure that her camel toe and hard nipples were readily visible through the thin material of her panties and top. Then she said: "Look. This is the best group I've ever had on any trip, ever. You are all phenomenal people, and we could not get along better. And it seems that you all are well past any hang-ups or problems you had when the trip started. What I don't want to see is anything that will ruin that." "Its human nature for guys to get jealous," Colin responded. "I mean right now I'm so envious of the guys who got laid last night I could scream." "That's what I mean," Michele continued. "We've got to work it out so that everyone is happy. What I suggest is that each of you write down on a piece of paper who you are willing to fuck, what sexual acts you are willing to perform or have performed on you, and whether you are willing to participate in a threesome or foursome. I'll collect all the papers, won't tell anyone, and then arrange a nightly schedule. Think about it until dinner, and unless someone has a good reason not to do that, we'll write down our choices then." Colin and Alistair jumped up simultaneously. "What a fucking awesome idea," Alistair cheered; "God you're fantastic, and shrewd," Colin immediately chimed in. Everyone nodded their heads in agreement -- except for Roz. She sat totally dumbfounded with a blank look on her face. Full of mirth, all the group members packed up their things and got ready to set out on what they knew would probably be the most unique day of their lives. Michelle and Andrew were apparently the only ones who noticed that Roz was shell-shocked. As they were collecting their gear Andrew whispered to Michelle "We've got to get Roz on board. I'll talk to her and after I do if I think she needs more prompting I'll let you know." Michelle shook her head in agreement. During the entire day there was much politicking among the members. Everyone was so sweet to everyone else you would think they would be attacked by bees. All of the guys at one time or another walked with and conversed with Roz, obviously courting her "good will." During a break around noon Andrew did have a talk with Roz when he asked her to go with him to catch some fish to supplement their lunch. As they cast their lines into a picturesque briskly flowing trout stream Andrew asked: "So, Roz, how are you handling what is transpiring?" "Wow; Andrew, I am so overstimulated and overwhelmed I don't know what to think. I'm afraid to participate, I'm afraid not to participate; I'm afraid no one will want to have sex with me or will say they do out of pity; and I'm afraid everyone will want to have sex with me and will be disappointed. I mean how is it possible I could compete with two young goddesses like Michelle and Arabella? How is it possible that even one, let alone five, well-hung, good looking, young guys would want to bang me?" "Well obviously I can't resolve your concerns for you Roz. All I can say is that if anyone says they want to have sex with you, it won't be out of pity; and after what Rowan said, I seriously doubt anyone will be disappointed. I can assure you that I would love to fuck your brains out while squeezing that perfect ass of yours." Roz thought she wouldn't be startled by anything after the morning they had. But this threw her. She started thinking about how good Andrew's dick looked when he stood naked on the rock in the sunshine. She started thinking about how hot she got watching him fuck Michelle. She thought she better stop thinking about that and ask another question. "That is really nice of you to say, Andrew. Maybe you can tell me about threesomes or foursomes, though?" Roz had written about many group sex encounters, but had never even come close to participating in one. "Well since we have five guys and only three women -- and no one is gay or bisexual as far as I know -- there are going to be some guys unhappy each night without some woman having multiple partners. The participants can do anything they want -- they don't all have to be having sex at the same time. It can be successive one-on-one sessions with or without the non-participants looking on." "Oh," was all that Roz could muster in response. "Roz, no one is going to pressure you into participating." Andrew replied. Then barely containing a laugh continued, "Just know that everyone would love it if you did participate; especially Arabella and Michelle, otherwise they may not be able to walk after a few days if they get two or three dicks each up their channels every night." Just then a fish hit Roz's line, followed seconds after by one hitting Andrew's. The discussion precipitously ended as they excitedly reeled in their prizes and proudly brought them to camp for lunch to the cheers of the rest of the group. Dinner time arrived. Michelle passed out the ballots. It was so quiet there was nothing but the sounds of nature and pencils moving over paper as everybody was feverishly writing. Everyone was done within a few short minutes, obviously having thought things out fully during the day. Michelle collected the ballots and went off by herself while with Rowan's help Andrew prepared dinner. Meanwhile Colin and Arabella went to the stream for water, and Darcy, Roz and Alistair collected firewood for the night. When they sat down for dinner all eyes were on Michelle. She dead-panned it. "Why are you guys looking at me? You would think I had an important announcement or something." "Yes, fearless leader, you are supposed to give us information about what you found," Darcy chided. "Well I found that this has been an unusually warm summer," Michelle responded with a straight face. Andrew jumped up, snickering "You goddamn tease, you'll get yours," picked the screaming Michelle up and slung her over his shoulder, and started spanking her ass. After a solid three or four swats Michelle, trying to control her laughter, said "All right, all right, I'll give you the results." "I'm not putting your fat ass down until you tell us," Andrew joked, "so start talking or get swatted again." "Okay, okay you asshole," Michelle chortled. "Unless I decide to change my vote to exclude this spanking machine you guys made it really easy for me. All the guys would like any vaginal or oral sex with all the girls, and vice-versa. And no one has a problem with threesomes or foursomes. The only possible sticking point is anal, and everyone has to work that out for themselves." Andrew put Michelle down, gave her a lascivious kiss and crotch squeeze, and everyone hugged and thanked everyone else. "I'll give the first assignments after dinner tonight," Michelle announced as Andrew and Rowan started serving the meal. Roz could barely eat she was so excited. While she seemed to participate in the merry conversations everyone was engaging in with everyone else she comprehended little. All she knew was that one of her stories might become reality -- for her -- tonight. After everyone ate, told a few jokes, cleaned up after dinner, and helped blow up the air mattresses, Michelle assigned others the task of setting up three spaced sleeping areas. Each was to have a small fire, and they were about fifty meters apart. Michelle had already scoped out the other two areas besides the one they had eaten in. Everyone worked quickly. To say that they were "aroused" would be the understatement of the year. Michelle went to several of the group members and gave them their "orders." As Roz was busying herself about the main camp Andrew came up behind her, put his hands on her hips, and whispered in her ear "I'd like you and your fine ass to come with me for a little wilderness activity." Roz literally licked her lips thinking of getting that gorgeous cock into her mouth. She turned, smiled, kissed Andrew on the cheek, and took his hand as they wordlessly walked to one of the remote camps. She got cheeky smiles from Alistair and Darcy as she walked by them but didn't care -- she would soon be sucking a divine cock. When she and Andrew got to the remote campsit, three air mattresses were already waiting for them. Andrew quickly removed his shirt, and then slowly removed each of Roz's articles of clothing, taking time to run his fingers and lips over almost every part of her body as he did so. Roz's wildest fantasy came true as she knelt on an air mattress, pulled Andrew's shorts down, and then took his rock hard twitching cock into her mouth as he massaged her temples with his thumbs. As she was rolling her tongue over Andrew's stiff appendage, she was quite certain that Andrew's cock was the most delicious thing she had ever put into her mouth. She was in heaven as she sucked, pursed, and licked her toy. His balls felt massive yet soft as she played with them in her hands. Occasionally she removed the cock from her mouth and replaced it with one or both of his balls, and stroked his dick with both hands. Within a few minutes, Andrew said "Roz, it won't be long before I blow." Hearing that, Roz removed his pleasure stick from her mouth and said, "Then shove it in my pussy." Roz supported herself with her hands while remaining on her knees. Andrew got behind her and smoothly buried himself balls deep in her fluid cunt. While the physical feeling was overwhelming, even just the thought of Andrew's dick moving in her cunt put her mind into high gear. Each thrust and retreat increased the titillation of her nerve endings, radiating pleasure throughout her body. She was utterly euphoric. As she was on her hands and knees, her mouth open as she emitted a series of pleasure groans while Andrew worked his magic on her cunt, suddenly something slithered across her lips. She cast her eyes upward, and there was Alistair, hard dick in hand, smiling as he stroked his dick back and forth across her lips. "I really need you to buzz my cock," Alistair whispered as he stuffed his dick into Roz's mouth. Before Alistair filled her portal with his dick, Roz got a good look at it. It was almost as beautiful as Andrew's and about the same size. It would certainly be no chore to suck on it while Andrew was fucking her brains out. As she was being pleasured at both ends, she felt two hands underneath her, one flicking her clitoris, and the other gently pinching a nipple. "Holy shit, I'm living Brittany's life," was all she could think -- Brittany being her favorite heroine in several of her most salacious sex stories. She had no idea that it was Darcy who was energizing her clit and nipple, but didn't really care who it was as long as he kept it up. As Andrew continued with his long in-and-out strokes the marvelous feeling in her cunt also increased her sucking reflex, eliciting moans of pleasure from a very appreciative Alistair. Suddenly Andrew increased his pace, as did whoever was pinching her clit, and Alistair started fucking her face. When Andrew blew in her it was the most incredible feeling of her life. She screamed, expelling Alistair's cock from her mouth, and collapsed on Darcy. Through it all Andrew kept pumping until ever last bit of cum was expelled from his balls and was washing the walls of Roz's pussy. Andrew smiled, and Alistair and Darcy laughed at the intensity of Roz's orgasm. But they weren't even close to being finished. Lust in the Wilderness As soon as Andrew withdrew, Alistair got behind Roz, and Darcy lifted her back up onto her hands. Alistair's cock was hyper from the fantastic sucking it had received, and was quickly buried in Roz's channel. At the same time as Alistair started vigorously thumping Roz, he stuck both thumbs in her anus while squeezing her ass with his fingers. Roz wasn't sure how she was going to withstand another fuck like she had just received from Andrew, but was immediately distracted when Darcy put his stiff tool under her nose. When she had seen Darcy's tool flaccid, it looked normal. But his dick had to have the largest coefficient of expansion in the world, because now though it wasn't that much longer than when soft, it was almost as big around as a beer can. While she wasn't quite sure how she was going to fit Darcy's entire cock into her mouth, she gave it her best effort. As long as he didn't try fucking her face she was OK, and tongued and sucked it almost as vigorously as Alistair was pounding her. Obviously, Andrew had moved underneath her since once again her clit and nipples were being pleasured. When Alistair unloaded in her, Roz had to stop sucking Darcy, and virtually passed out as she collapsed on Andrew. This didn't stop either Alistair or Andrew for a second as they both continued their attacks on her pleasure zones, until Alistair finally started going flaccid and pulled out. By the time Alistair pulled out, Roz was little more than a cooing blob of protoplasm. But Darcy was now super-energized. Andrew and Alistair stood Roz up and literally supported her as she leaned on them, each holding her by a shoulder and one of her chest melons. Darcy moved behind her and slowly inserted his beer-can imitation dick. Darcy knew from experience not to shove his dick in hard, especially into a snug cunt like Roz's. Since she was well lubricated and likely just had about 300 dick strokes in her cunt, Roz was able to take in Darcy's member. Darcy pumped her slowly and Roz moaned loudly with each thrust. Darcy was so excited, and Roz's pussy was so tight, that he shot his wad in a few short minutes. This time Roz did go comatose for a few seconds, awakened by the popping noise and sensation in her cunt as Darcy withdrew. The three very appreciative and satisfied guys stretched Roz out on the air mattresses and massaged various body parts as they teased her back to awareness. Finally Roz sat up. With a silly smile on her face she kept repeating "Wow. Wow. Wow." As Andrew moved his newly hardening dick into contact with one of Roz's hands, she looked at it, and started stroking it. She made eye contact with and smiled at Andrew, and mumbled "You fucking bastard," as he brought his lips into contact with hers and she kissed him deeply. Before morning Roz had been fucked twice each by Andrew, Alistair and beer-can-dick Darcy. Also, either Andrew or Alistair snuck in a third fuck. By then her brain was so awash in endorphins she couldn't be sure which one nailed her the third time. She knew that cum would be trickling down her thigh the entire day. At breakfast it looked like eight sets of ivory piano keys there were so many grins. Michelle and Arabella sat next to Roz and squeezed her. Arabella asked, "How was the foursome, Roz? Michelle and I are each going to have one in the next two nights." All Roz could do in response was smile and say "Holy shit! I won't be able to walk today, but I don't give a damn. It was the experience of a lifetime. WOW!" The rest of the trip was surreal. Everyone enjoyed every minute. It was hard for all of them to sustain the intensity of their fuck fest, but if any one of them didn't it wasn't for lack of effort. When the three weeks were up, all eight of them cried. Three days after Roz got back to England she marched into her agent's office with chapters two-six of her novel complete. She was so tan, fit, and glowing, and her hair so long, at first Will didn't even recognize her. Roz's novel -- "Lust in the Wilderness" -- was completed six weeks before the deadline and instantly shot to the top of the charts of erotica novels. It stayed there for months, giving her and her publishing house their best paydays ever. Within six months after the trip ended: Alistair got an interview at Cambridge, wowed the administration, and was admitted again, and was doing well. Arabella had become the hottest model in England. Alistair and Arabella had been exclusively and seriously dating the entire time, living together whenever Arabella's schedule allowed it, and both happier than at any other time in their lives (except for the wilderness trip, of course). Alistair's nobleman father credited Arabella with turning his son around, and was thrilled with the relationship. Colin became the top producer at his London hedge fund. He fell in love with a London woman he met on a weekend excursion to the Lake District, and they have been a couple for two months. Darcy was back on the professional tennis tour and recently won a tournament for the first time since his first injury. He has the most groupies on the tour. With an apology letter from the Queen's Counsel in hand, Rowan got a job at the best law firm in Stratford. Andrew's business was booming so much that he hired two more guides so he could concentrate on office work and trips to Quebec (wonder why he wanted to go there?). Oh yeah, and Michelle single-handedly rescued two children lost in the wilderness and became the toast of Montreal. As for Roz, she continued writing and doing "research." Two or three nights a week, when Andrew is not in Quebec, she sleeps at Andrew's place researching whether a woman can ever get tired of sucking a cock non-stop for hours. Two or three other nights a week she sleeps at Rowan's place trying to see whether a pussy can actually be pounded into oblivion. The jury is still out on both of those questions.