Group Sex The Magic Book

As expected, I had closed the book just prior to turning off the light. Upon waking, I checked it, and sure enough, the pages were once again all blank. Nervously, I was the last to step outside the tent, but to my relief, saw the girls busily, and playfully cooking breakfast together. Jim was just returning with another load of wood for the morning fire.

"Thought you were going to sleep all day!" he said good-naturedly. "I've already been out fishing this morning, caught a couple of nice ones too!"

I could only smile, pocketing my leather book. "Off to visit the facilities," I informed everyone unnecessarily. "What time's breakfast?"

"About twenty minutes, so don't take too long!" Charlene admonished me playfully. I noticed when she turned to speak to me that the blouse she was wearing revealed a good portion of her breasts. She'd obviously either failed or forgotten to put her bra on, but I liked the look, even though it was something she would normally never do in front of someone, even if they were our friends. I couldn't help but wonder for a moment if there was some sort of lingering after-taste as it were of the books power, suggestion, or enchantments. Seeing Kristy lazily brush my wife's ass with her hand as she turned only seemed to intensify that thought. As good a friends as they'd always been...never once in all that time had I seen a gesture such as that one even remotely performed before.

Shrugging the thought off for the moment, I quickly made my way over towards the restrooms. They were but a short walk away, but far enough that camp soon disappeared out of sight. As I walked I passed a number of other campsites, some occupied, some not. One in particular however caught my eye. As I approached, though still as yet unseen or observed, I saw the redheaded woman that I'd spotted down by the creek yesterday. Except for one important fact, she wasn't a redhead, she really was a brunet after all. I couldn't help but wonder then if my inadvertent description of her the day before had naturally reverted back to the real. It was an interesting thought however, and one I wanted to explore further when I had more time. As she exited the tent she'd been sleeping in, I watched as she stretched, lifting her arms towards the morning sky, twisting slightly in some effort to stretch the soreness from her limbs. I took that brief moment to duck in amongst the trees, concealing myself, but clearly able to observe this Amazon as she finished stretching, then began kicking the still smoldering coals of their campfire with a stick. I fished the old leather book from within the pocket of my pants and quickly began to write:

"She glances about briefly, noting that she is alone, unobserved and for whatever reason, aroused...horny and excited. She feels it would be fun, a naughty, even dangerous adventure to openly play with herself, masturbating there where she stood."

I looked back towards her, grinned and saw her slip her hand down the front of her loose fitting jeans.

"Naked," I penciled in quickly. "She decided to be really adventurous and stand there entirely naked as she did."

I stood off to one side of the enormous tree and hid behind watching her. Watching as she hurriedly disrobed, tossing her clothing into the nearby folding chair that sat behind her, though as I'd written it, she preferred to stand, only then replacing her hand between her legs, the other crossing her chest to gingerly begin toying with one of her hard taut nipples. The fact that I'd actually gotten her to do this was exciting as hell, though I honestly wished I were in fact a bit closer in order to see better. I thought about that, wondering.

"So absorbed in her pleasures, she hears nothing beyond her own breathing, seeing nothing that would either alarm or disturb her either."

Once again I glanced at this vision of loveliness standing not more than fifteen feet away from me, totally absorbed in herself, in the feel of her fingers as she stood stroking her clit, watching as she just didn't stand there finger-fucking herself as some might expect, but slowly, teasingly running the 'V' created with her fingers to either side of her clitoris, then running them down likewise petting and caressing her neither lips. Cautiously, nervously, I stepped out from behind the tree into the open.

Though her eyes remained closed, I made no attempt to remain quiet in my advance. Neither was I purposely noisy either, preferring if I was caught, discovered, not to present myself as some stocking pervert or worse assailant. If she did become aware of me, I would merely stop, smile and turn away.

Ten feet...then five, moments later standing directly before her, her eyes opened and I froze. What I saw was pure sweetness, pure enjoyment, pure ecstasy and passion. Wherever she was at that moment, she was alone. She was not aware of my presence, nor cared I was there if she was. Either way, my heart was beating a hundred miles an hour as I stood there before her watching closely now as she began more forcefully, more purposely begin to strum her clit, using two fingers, her index and middle finger to rapidly begin brushing against the hard exposed surface of her clit which she had further revealed by now using her free hand in spreading herself apart.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned without thinking, then alarmed, once again looking up towards her face. Her eyes again opened, but she looked through me, past me perhaps, unseen. But now obviously in the throes of her orgasm which came upon her with such force and intensity that she reached out with one hand to steady herself as she stood next to the picnic table. In doing so, she nearly touched me, moving barely out of the way before doing so. I again wondered about that, "what would have happened if she had?"

Deciding not to risk fate, or some unforeseen collapse of the universe if I inadvertently did something foolish, I quickly stepped away heading with quick easy strides, not quite into a dead run, reaching the dirt road before daring to turn back. When I did, she was gone. I don't know if she saw me and wondered if I had seen her, but upon reaching the end of her climax, obviously I'd left things open-ended enough that whatever spell or power that the book had held over her, it was now gone.

"At least she didn't see me coming towards her," I thought anxiously. Though I also knew, she had to have known that I'd seen her. I did laugh at that, perhaps that little thought would in time, make this experience all the more memorable and enjoyable for her.

I arrived back at camp with more curiosities and questions that I had answers for. But now I also had a whole list of things I wanted to do, see and try.

After breakfast was over, and after Jim and I had straightened up camp, the girls had retired to one of their favorite past-times, soaking up some sun in the lounge chairs we'd brought with us. And though I had always enjoyed seeing the two of them in their bikinis, I wondered if (and for how long perhaps) I could write about them just spending the day nude around camp. As we were in a fairly remote spot, there weren't all that many campers even in the area. Aside from the two women I'd run into, there was only two or three other campsites that were currently even occupied. Jim had gone off to fish, and I explained I was going to go on a brief walk to work off the marvelous breakfast the girls had fixed. I sat down just inside the tent on the pretense of changing clothes and began to write:

"It was Kristy who mentioned that since the four of us had already been intimate, that the two of them sun-bathing in the nude seemed pretty mild in comparison. Agreeing with her, Charlene suggested they remove their swimwear and spend the time relaxing in the sun entirely nude."

I reread the paragraph once again looking for any loose ends or loopholes. Satisfied that it seemed straightforward enough, I glanced up and out having first changed my clothes, not at all surprised to see that both girls had in fact removed the small tid-bits of cloth that had barely been concealing them anyway, and now lay casually, and comfortably nude within the lawn chairs beneath the warm sunshine.

"Off for a walk," I announced.

Charlene lowered her sunglasses looking over the rims towards me. And though I had seen my wife naked a thousand times, seeing her here...now, naked and so wonderfully exposed within the confines of our hardly concealed camp, stirred that ever smoldering excitement and arousal within me.

"Well don't go too far, or go hill climbing without Jim going with you," she warned me, then settled her glasses back down over her eyes and settled even more comfortably back into her chair. I took the moment to toss a look in Kristy's direction, admiring briefly her equally nude form, her magnificent breasts so lovingly oiled, invitingly exposed, though her nipples weren't nearly as hard as I had appreciated and observed earlier.

"Ok, back in a few," I stated, then wandered slowly down the dirt road away from the other camp area where the other girls were. I figured I'd swing back around their campsite last after first checking out the three or four campsites occupied first. I again glanced back towards our camp, pleased to see the girls still lying there unmoving. Anyone coming by here where I was along the road would easily be able to see them. I smiled inwardly knowing that.

A few hundred yards down the road I came to the first of the other occupied camps. There was a young couple staying in this one, and they had one of those easily portable tent-trailers. Like we'd just finished doing ourselves, the two of them were busily cleaning up after breakfast. As I walked by I smiled taking notice of them as they did me.

"Morning!"

"Morning!" They both responded within moments of one another, and returned my smile. I continued on for a short distance, then left the road entering far enough into the tree line that they wouldn't have seen me, and doubled back. The whole time I'd been walking, I'd kept my thumb between the pages I had written. Taking time to glance at the place I'd held my thumb while partially keeping the book open, I was glad to see that what I had first written remained. Now, with the young couple just barely within eyesight of where I stood, I began to write.

"It is the feel of the fresh mountain air that arouses the young couple. Seizing the moment, they decide to enjoy a little unbridled pleasure with one another, but not inside...no. Outside, clearing away the picnic table, where she places herself erotically, wantonly upon it, beckoning to her young lover to take her there. And here where they will spend the rest of the day in the nude, enjoying and basking in the warmth of the sunshine, making love as the mood strikes them."

Once again I reread what I had written, glancing up, pleased to see the young girl already shedding her clothing as her lover soon and very quickly followed. I stood for several long moments enjoying the two of them as they fucked passionately atop the table before once again retreating back onto the road and on towards the only other campsite in this direction.

Here I found an older retired couple. For the briefest of moments, I thought about passing them by, but then smiled inwardly once again.

"Hell, who knows...maybe a little naughty surprise in their old age will do them both a world of good!"

I didn't approach close enough to throw out another "good morning" but sufficiently so to ensure that whatever I wrote would take affect. As I began to write, I decided to do things just a little differently this time and just see what would happen. It was one of those unanswered questions that I wanted and needed an answer for.

The old guy sat petting a black lab that was lying by his side. The older gal sat next to him working some sort of needlepoint pattern. Neither sat speaking to one another, or at least not in tones loud enough for me to hear anyway.

"Though perhaps it has been a long time, the old woman suddenly feels desire and urges she has not known and felt in quite a while. Feeling frisky, she stands and begins to remove her clothing, regardless of what her husband might say to her as she does. She will then tell him it is her desire to suck his cock, and that she wants to do it for him right then and there."

Satisfied with what I had written I looked up expectantly. Sure enough, the old lady had stood and had already begun removing her blouse. So zoned was the old man in his own thoughts perhaps, that it took several long moments for him to even look in her direction, but when he did, his look was priceless. Already she had removed her blouse and bra, and though her breasts weren't certainly firm by any stretch of the imagination, they were certainly full enough to hint at the firmness they once knew.

"Agnes? What the hell are you doing woman?" The old man asked.

"Well, believe it or not Harry, I suddenly got the inclination that I'd enjoy sucking your cock!"

"What?"

"You heard me!" she told him as she shimmed out of the last of her clothes. "It's been a while, and I thought you might enjoy having that old floppy cock of yours sucked."

"Here? Now?" he asked in surprised wonderment.

"Yep, right here, right now Pa. What ya think?"

I saw the old man grin and then look nervously about briefly before standing to unbuckle the belt on his jeans.

"Interesting," I thought to myself, then wandered away back into the woods, back in the direction of the other two women's campsite.

By the time I'd arrived after having wormed my way around the backside of their camp, I was surprised and somewhat disappointed to see that they'd already started packing to leave.

"Damn!" I thought silently. I thought furiously for a few moments, though I had indeed discovered much, there was still much I didn't understand or know. Some of which I still had yet to learn. But knowing that I could in fact approach, either "in the script" or "not" I threw caution to the wind and began writing.

"Seeing the good-looking guy as he approaches them, they greet him warmly and unafraid. After a brief chat and introductions, he invites them back to his camp for some refreshments, and to meet his wife along with her friend. They agree and go along with him."

I write hurriedly, though still as yet out of site. I hope that the 'trigger' of actually seeing me is what invokes this spell, if that indeed is what this is. That much I still don't know or understand. But I continue on, once again inserting specific comments where I might better direct things once things are put more firmly into motion. Satisfied, I stand from my concealment and begin walking towards their camp. Moments later I am indeed spotted, warm friendly smiles greet me all around.

Introductions are made, and though they are indeed preparing to leave, they are easily convinced to at least join us briefly for a bit of refreshment. Eagerly they follow me back down the road towards camp. I stumble, nearly falling tripping over myself as we round the small bend. I am both surprised as well as disappointed to see that Charlene and Kristy are both dressed, no longer naked sunning themselves. I hurriedly scan back through my writing, those few pages written while I'd been there are now gone.

"Shit!" I exclaim outwardly. I can only assume that whatever magical properties the book or my writing possesses, vanish/evaporate as though closing it once I have in fact lost contact. It is only a working theory, but it is also the only one that makes any sense. I quickly scan the words already written though not as yet spoken from the 'script' and decide to invoke the passage now, ensuring first that we are well within distance, and more importantly that the girls will hear me.

"Charlene? Kristy? I've run into some fellow campers who thought they'd like to come over and join us. This is Stacy and Mandy," I said introducing them both from afar as yet, but doing so because I knew this was a vulnerable tricky place I was putting myself in. As expected, Charlene and Kristy stood, eyeing me curiously.

"I suggested they come and join us in celebration of 'Nude Day'" I stated, using the phrase I had written within the book. I was both pleased as well as relieved to see the girls expressions change from those of annoyed, even anxious distrust to sudden pleased joyous acceptance.

"Welcome," Kristy and Charlene chimed in unison. "Can we get you something to drink?"

Pleased with the outcome of all this, and especially where I knew this would now be directed and soon head, I did note to myself that it was quite evident that I couldn't merely walk away from the scene, but had to be actively involved or aware, or it was as though closing the book. I knew I would eventually make another trip around camp, but was fairly certain when I did, that things would be back to some semblance of normalcy when I did, though I also wondered briefly if the old man would think his wife had suddenly gotten senile. That would have to wait. At the moment, I had four good looking women on my hands, and a deliciously wicked mind at work.

A simple reminder that it was officially 'Nude Day' and that in honor of that, and in celebration of it...everyone should once again remove their clothes. As expected of course, the suggestion was met with full enthusiastic approval. I watched happily as all four women quickly disrobed, doing so myself, and then joined them for a refreshing drink as they settled in to the few moments of idle chit-chat that I had planned for while I quickly reproduced my amazing little book and furiously began writing.

"Yes, we are lovers in fact. Stacy and I have lived together now for nearly three years," Mandy explained. Listening, I incorporated some of what they said into the words I was considering. I'd hoped for some sort of an opening, and now I had one.

Kristy blushed. "Until last night, I'd never even been with another woman before," she announced, only then glancing towards my wife.

"Oh really?" Stacy mused. "That sounds interesting."

"Oh it was," Charlene added grinning back towards her.

"Why don't you tell them about it?" I stated, using one of the phrases I'd written in anticipation of this.

Then grabbing myself a beer, I settled back to enjoy the show remembering the words I had written, which now followed:

"So aroused were the women, that Mandy and Stacy began caressing one another, hoping for, and soon finding equal arousal and curiosity in this blatant form of exhibitionism and sensual display. Fascinated, both Kristy as well as Charlene watched, allowing their desires to surface."

I had left it at that, curious now as to what if anything my wife and Kristy might do, or not do upon seeing the other two women so openly fondling one another. Delightedly, perhaps a mixture of the night before, and the simple planted suggestion to allow their desires to surface, I sat watching as Charlene soon after crossed over to where Kristy stood, and began caressing her in much the same way that Mandy was caressing Stacy.

I watched for a time, pleased at how things had already progressed so far, but then anxious to see more...far more, I again wrote, suggesting a minor escalation of the obvious.

Forming a circle around me as I sat down on the ground amongst them all, I watched fascinated as the women stood together masturbating one another left to right. I was almost giddy with the erotic atmosphere of the situation, even though it was of course abnormally, and perhaps unnaturally created. Still...all in all, sitting there as I watched the pure lusty joy in each of their faces as hands and fingers caressed, probed and stroked one another was a feast to the imagination.

"What the fuck?"

I'd forgotten all about Jim.

"Hey...Jim!" I said suddenly standing. "This is Mandy and Stacy, they've come over to help us celebrate Nude Day!"

"What? Nude Day, what the fuck are you talking about Mack?" Jim stated testily. For the first time I was a bit panicked. I certainly couldn't insert a part for Jim, at least not yet. I'd already written a few other key phrases and words that would have to come first before I could even hope to do that and get a better handle on the situation before things got completely out of hand. I could only hope...that Jim being a "guy" as it were, would allow me to redirect his natural instincts to allow this crazily bizarre little scenario to continue without a lot of question.

"Yeah...Stacy and Mandy are gay, they've just been sort of sharing their experiences with us, and well...yeah, as you can see, the girls got a bit aroused by it all."

Though Jim had quickly calmed, especially upon finally taking notice of not just two naked females, but four, he allowed me to convince him to take a beer, settle down and see things for himself, which thankfully he did.

"So...have either of you two been with a guy before?" I asked immediately afterwards, invoking one of my last remaining phrases, hoping when I did that it would bring about the anticipated results, plus giving me the opportunity to get Jim into the equation a little more quickly.

"Stacy has, but I haven't," Mandy stated. "No offence, but I've never really been into men," she added.

"None taken...but you never know until you try it, who knows...you might find it interesting!"

I was pushing the envelope here obviously. Could the magic book actually change a person's outlook on things in general? The fact that my wife and Kristy had been together didn't really prove anything. I think they'd always been close enough that their friendship had allowed them to more easily slip into the intimacy we'd all shared together without necessarily changing anything. But to actually manipulate and so drastically change a person's overall life-style was something else entirely.

"I guess that depends on the person," Mandy added. "You wouldn't be offering your services by chance now would you?"

I'd already written in that my wife and Kristy would be all for it, curious to see, but I'd also included Stacy as well as Mandy getting involved in an all out group-grope of sorts. My problem now was, Jim was an unplanned for participant, and there was still a bit more to get through yet before I could write him into the script. I was hoping that his natural desires and instincts would simply blend in as things rolled along, otherwise things could get a bit tricky.

"Where?" Stacy asked suddenly seemingly interested.

"Well...since it is officially Nude Day, seems to me we should celebrate it openly. So...how about right here? We could spread out a few blankets on the ground here, then everyone could make themselves cozy and see how it goes from there."

I was more than a little relieved when Jim offered to grab all the bedding from his tent in order to accommodate the idea. Likewise Charlene and I were soon gathering up our own bedding as we carried it outside and began placing it so we could all have a nice comfortable place to sit, and begin our naughty little celebration.

With Jim being the virtual 'wild card' here, it did complicate things slightly, but by the obvious erection he was now sporting having finally removed his own clothing, I felt that he was more than willing to participate, especially as Kristy was 'miraculously' all for it as well.

"Why don't we start off with Stacy kneeling between my wife's legs here while I take her from behind," I suggested, finally triggering the last of my written suggestions. From this point forward, whatever happened, or didn't happen would be entirely up to the group. I didn't feel like I could too easily reach over and begin writing, especially as I'd left the book (open) but back inside the tent.

Watching Stacy as she then knelt between my wife's outstretched legs was erotic enough, but as I knelt behind her, gently stroking the outer lips of her sex with my hard dick was adding fuel to that particular fire.

It wasn't at all too surprising then when Kristy likewise placed herself lying next to my wife as Mandy knelt in front of her, similarly tonguing Kristy's cunt. Taking his cue from that, Jim know knelt beside me, placing his own raging hardon against Mandy's pussy and began teasing her with his shaft in exactly the same fashion as I was.

Hearing the soft purring moans coming from all four women was beyond belief. Only then did I ease the head of my shaft inside Stacy's slick cunt and slowly begin slipping in and out of her. As she rocked back against me, gyrating herself in the process, she continued to finger, lick and suck my wife's cunt driving Charlene crazy with her talented tongue.

"Oh fuck that's nice!" My wife cried out pleasurably.

"Thank you," Stacy responded in a slightly muffled way, which she followed with a nice easy moan as I gradually increased the tempo of my cock slipping in and out of that hot tight slit.

Looking over to my left, Jim was matching my movements, now thrusting his own cock even more deeply inside Mandy's succulent quim. Kristy had reached over, her hand caressing one of my wife's breasts as she moaned out her own pleasures as Mandy continued flicking her hard exposed little clit with her tongue.

We spent the better part of an hour exchanging places, taking turns orally pleasuring one another, sometimes in pairs, threesomes, switching back and forth as the desires took us. When at last we were all satiated beyond the physical, Mandy and Stacy announced that they really had to get going as they had a considerable drive back to where they lived.

I was surprised to see an exchange of phone numbers, though they'd given them to our wives, but that particular thought pleased me in the event their might be a reoccurring interest to hook up down the road.

As early evening descended upon us, Jim and I went out in search of more firewood, and I took that opportunity to pass by our fellow campers spots. I saw nothing of the younger couple who'd been there earlier, like the girls...they had obviously packed up and left already. But the older couple was still there. He once again sitting beside their dog though reading a book. And the older gal once again working on her needlepoint. I couldn't help but wonder if I had at least given them a bit of excitement in spicing up their lives. As I passed by their camp a little more closely this time, I smiled as the woman turned towards me, she'd made a quick movement in gathering the front of her blouse together within her hands. I saw just a glimpse, but it was enough to know that she'd been sitting there with her breasts exposed. Perhaps there was some lingering residue of their earlier excitement and arousal together, I might never know...but if I had given them some sort of spark of long lost pleasure and excitement, then it had been worth it. I waved, received a friendly wave in return from each of them, and passed on.

It was our last night in the campground as well. In the morning we hurriedly packed up our stuff and made preparations to head back to the city. Entering the tent in order to pack away what clothing I'd brought with me, I reached for my bush pants and discovered that the leather book was missing. Frantically I searched the tent literally tearing it apart, but to no avail. Thinking back, I realized that in my search for more firewood I had fallen at one point down near the riverbank. When I did, the book must have slipped from my pocket without my being aware of it. Heading off in the area where I was pretty sure I'd gone down, I again searched for a considerable length of time until Charlene came looking for me. I had no choice but to go back with her without raising suspicions.

I returned weeks later on my own, again searching for that little leather book, but I never did find it. I am sure that one day it will be discovered again by another passer by. All I can say now is this, if you find yourself doing something that you might not normally do, or suddenly discover yourself naked out in the middle of nowhere with no real good reason why you are, you might want to take a look around and see if you find someone sitting there, writing in a worn leather bound book. Don't say I didn't warn you.
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