The Outdoor Group

By Thomas Wainwright

It depicts hippies back in the seventies, and their encounters with a group of travelers. It contains scenes and language, and depictions of sex acts not recommended for those under the age of 18. A good read for those lonely nights with nothing else to do, especially if you want to relax and call in sick...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thomas Wainwright
• Release date: Dec 8, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458194152

Thomas Wainwright

I've been collecting, writing, and editing books since 1980. I write and collect mainly erotica.

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The Outdoor Group

Thomas Wainwright

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Copyright 2010 Thomas Wainwright

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CHAPTER ONE

Are they still back there?

Think so. I saw something moving down that ridge a few minutes ago. Looks like they might be gaining on us a little.

Maybe I'll take the Old Canyon path -- it's less than a mile up the trail. We'll see what happens after that.

Lisa Sachini did not join in this conversation between her two companions, though she listened closely enough. She could not decide whether Carla and Denise wanted the boys behind them to catch up with them or not. She knew her own mind well enough: she had come into the national forest for two weeks of backpacking and mountaineering and she would have been perfectly happy if they had seen no boys at all during the entire trip. They had been on the trail for only two days and already both Carla and Denise were acting suspiciously like a pair of horny spinsters.

They'll probably turn off and go up to Big Horn, Carla said as they toiled along the rough trail. That's where most of the hikers go.

Hey, you remember that waterfall and pool about a half-mile beyond the cutoff? Denise asked. I'm already thinking about that -- when we get there I'm going to strip and stay in there for about an hour!

Yeah, I remember it, Carla replied. And I'm up for that too. How about you, Lisa? Ready for a dip? It'll be great after heaving and sweating for two days.

I think that would be beautiful, Lisa said, trying to put the boys out of her mind.

Say, what's wrong with you? Denise asked, lagging back a moment to fall into step beside Lisa. You've been quiet as a mouse all day. Still shook up over that Boyd?

No, I don't think so, Lisa replied. Or maybe it's that, I'm not really sure. I know that I've been having trouble all morning -- this is a rough trail. And I'm carrying the tent today, don't forget.

They took turns carrying the tent which sheltered them at night. Although it was the lightest model available that would shelter three, its eight pounds made a considerable difference after a few hours on the trail. Actually, as Lisa admitted to herself, she had been thinking about Boyd, her ex-boyfriend. A tall, handsome youth of twenty, the very epitome of almost everything she had been taught to look for in a boyfriend, he had gone with her for three months and, at least for the first two of those months, had provided her with more happy moments than she had ever known before. As Denise stepped out ahead, leaving her to herself, Lisa's mind wandered back to her last date with Boyd.

Aw, come on, do it to me, Boyd said, trying to press her face down onto his cock. A little head won't hurt you!

I'm scared to do it! she protested. Isn't it enough that I let you... well, fuck me? Can't you be satisfied with that? Boyd, I love you, really I do, but that... it just seems so awful!

Even now the memory of those few times -- six in all -- that he had come over her, fitting that incomparably beautiful body of his between her thighs and guiding that tremendously long, hard prick into the lips of her pussy had the power to make her knees weak and her head dizzy. A tall, lithe brunette with a pair of firmly rising breasts that attracted the eye of nearly every man, Lisa had a sultry, sensuous look which would not have been out of place on a Hollywood sex queen. More than one man had been attracted by her looks, only to be turned off by her fear of letting herself go: Lisa's behavior, in striking contrast to her looks, would have done credit to a New England spinster of eighty.

It had required every one of Boyd's many talents to get her into bed with him, and even then she submitted only after she had become almost delirious with desire. She loved him too much to forbid him the caresses which fired her body with desire and, once she had reached that state, she could not prevent him from possessing her completely. In spite of her ardent response -- and once she had gotten his prick inside her body the fervent way in which she had snapped her hips up and down had surprised even Boyd -- she never lost control of herself to the extent that she would engage in some of the practices he most wanted. In particular, he wanted her to take his prick in her mouth and this she would not do under any circumstances. He wanted her to talk about her desires, using the frankest, bawdiest language -- she knew all the words but believed that a lady did not use such language -- but she would do so only after considerable coaxing and when her body was trembling with desire.

Come on, give it a suck, Boyd said on that last night. Hell, it isn't so much. Christ, even Angie gives blowjobs!

Angie? Lisa asked, slowly realizing that Angie had lived in the city for only a month. How do you know that about Angie?

Boyd's evasive answer had aroused her curiosity further and, in the course of a discussion which had finally turned into an argument, he admitted that he had visited the girl in her apartment several times. He attempted to justify this by pointing out that the girl had no compunctions about servicing his desires in whatever way he chose, a justification which Lisa saw as more of a condemnation of them both. The evening had ended with her getting out of Boyd's bed, tearful and reproachful, and walking home by herself. Each time she relived that terrible evening she asked herself if she could possibly have done anything differently.

How could you possibly have done that to him? she asked herself as she trudged along behind Denise and Carla. Ugghh! To behave like a common whore? If he wanted you to do that then he surely wasn't the man you thought he was! No, Lisa, you did exactly right!

Despite the regularity with which she told herself that she had been right in refusing to go down on Boyd, there were several times when she could not help wondering if perhaps she had been wrong. Several of her best friends, she knew, frequently made love in that way and as far as she could tell they were not adversely affected in any other way. Both Denise and Carla openly vowed that there was little better than a mouthful of hot cock, as Denise so crudely put it, and they were as loyal as anyone she knew.

It would be a nice way of showing a guy that you really cared for him, she thought, shifting her pack-straps onto a new part of her shoulders. And maybe the stuff wouldn't taste so bad when he shot off. Remember that time you... mmmm!

Her mind, seemingly determined to find new ways to bedevil her with doubt, wandered back to an evening when she had gone to the bathroom immediately after experiencing a delirious, bone-melting climax with Boyd. As she had sat upon the toilet stool, feeling the thick, creamy cum gush from her well-exercised slit, she had suddenly reached between her thighs and placed a finger in that opening. Upon removing it, now thickly coated with the warm, fluid, she had cautiously sniffed of it. The scent had fired her desires quickly, sending a spasm of delight over her body, and she had popped the finger into her mouth. The salty but utterly intoxicating taste had caused her head to reel with delight. Lisa had never mentioned this experiment to anyone, lest they think she had become a sluttish, depraved creature and she often berated herself for having succumbed to the temptation.

No, that won't do, she told herself. Lisa, you've got to stop thinking about those things! You can't go on this way!

Again tugging impatiently at her pack straps, she quickened her pace to shorten the distance between herself and her friends. They passed the Big Horn cutoff, a broader trail leading up to one of the highest peaks in the entire national forest. They were aiming for Sheep Pen Meadows, a remote and lovely valley where they intended to spend three days before continuing their hike.

A half-mile beyond the cutoff, a mere twenty minutes' walk, they came into a small clearing. They could hear the rumble of falling water and immediately a new spirit of enthusiasm swept over the three girls. They got out of their packs rapidly and went down to investigate. Just as Denise had said, they found a large pool at the base of the falls. Almost completely ringed with tall firs, the pool beckoned invitingly.

Oh, wow, this is too much! Denise cried out, her fingers already unbuttoning her shirt. Man, am I ever going to soak!

Let me at that water! Carla sighed, also stripping rapidly.

Their enthusiasm infected Lisa and she too began to strip. They gave no thought to the possibility of being surprised; they were in one of the more remote parts of the forest and, except for the hikers they had earlier noticed, had seen no one since setting out on their trip. Lisa unlaced her heavy hiking boots, removed her socks and finished undressing. She was at least as attractive naked as clothed; her long waisted torso tapered neatly in at the waist, flaring out into a pair of nicely curved hips and then again tapering down the length of her slender thighs. The dark V of pubic fur, masking but not entirely hiding the crimson slit bisecting it, emphasized her femininity, just as did the nippled breasts riding high on her ribcage.

That Boyd, he's sure missing out on something, Carla said, running an envious eye over Lisa's body. Wow, what I wouldn't give for a set of boobs like those!

And those legs! Denise added, looking down at her own shorter, thicker limbs. Oh well, we can't have everything, I guess!

Stop it, you two, Lisa said with an embarrassed laugh. You're only trying to make me feel bad. And you know that no boy would ever run away from you two, either!

She was right. Despite Carla's undersized breasts and Denise's less-than-perfect legs, both girls were extremely attractive. Carla, a short blonde with a bouncy, vibrant air of good health, always had boys hanging around her, and Denise, a tall blonde with superb breasts, had her pick of men in the city. Both of them were well aware of Lisa's shyness, especially in matters pertaining to sea, and ribbed her unmercifully about her prudish ways.

They dashed into the pool, shrieking as the ice-cold water splashed against their naked flesh, and dived deep. Their bodies quickly adjusted to the abrupt change in temperature. After thoroughly soaking themselves and sponging off the dust and sweat of travel, they sprawled on the grassy bank beside the pool and let the sun dry their naked bodies. Lisa felt drowsy in the brilliant sunlight and allowed herself to drift into a half-conscious state.

Hey, I wonder if those guys really did turn off at Big Horn? Carla said suddenly. You know, if they didn't they're probably off in those bushes somewhere right now, getting their eyes full!

Oh! Lisa muttered, sitting up suddenly and clasping both hands to her breasts. You don't actually think they're watching, do you?

So what if they are? Denise muttered drowsily. If they're only interested in sitting off in the bushes and watching, I sure don't want to have anything to do with them!

Yeah, if they're out there they're harmless, Carla agreed. Come on, Lisa, I guess that cunt of yours is safe for a while longer!

Lisa blushed daintily at that jibe, but