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What a summer I had! A girlfriend, Tess, and I signed up for a summer survival course that pitted us against nature during a week-long trek in the mountains. We weren’t exactly wall flowers, but this was tough and in more ways than one.

In all eight women were signed up. The trainer was Patrick, the quintessential Mr. Outdoors, with those rugged good looks, a great attitude, and judging from his shorts, a meaty package. After our initial orientation meeting, no doubt all the girls were talking about him.  And, no doubt we were all thinking the same thing – pounce on him when we get him away from civilization.

As a young woman without a serious relationship to speak of, I was still waiting for that one romantic and very naked experience with a man that made me feel one-hundred percent feminine. I was a kick boxer, an avid fisher, a ski bunny, and a bit of a thrill seeker - tomboy all the way. But I still wanted to explore my fem side as well. That had yet to happen to any great extent, and I even entertained the idea of a sex change for one brief moment.

Tess and I spent the first night preparing our gear, double-checking our lists, and going over the orientation notes. We were totally into this experience to test our endurance and wits. Once we were satisfied we were ready, the conversation turned to our guide.

“You can ride his face while I ride his pony,” Tess just blurted out. I laughed so hard I had to bury my face in my pillow to keep from waking the camp.

“Works for me,” I smiled, running that image through my head. “He has a nice face.”

Tess pulled her shirt off to reveal her terrific breasts, gave them a little pinch, then crawled into her sleeping bag.

“We need to get to him first,” she half joked. “Eight lonely pussies stuck on a mountain top with Mr. Right is going to be more challenging than wrestling a fricken bear.”

I sure liked Tess. She was always the class clown. She was also a tiger in bed. We tag-teamed a few men over the past three years, and she was quite the lover to watch in action. I would even go so far as to call her demanding. I’m pretty sure she was a black widow in a previous life.

We never got into sexing each other up in these threesomes, however, but we came close a few times just out of the awkwardness of our positions. Her pussy and breasts have been inches from my face a few times, and mine from hers. I know every inch of her.

“I bet he started this whole survival crap just to get some pussy,” Tess argued. “I hate him already,” she grinned, obviously not meaning it.

Boy was Patrick in trouble. Tess was already determined to turn this into a very different kind of survival – for our guide.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she winked. Carry my pack for me and I’ll take the face. You can have the pony.”

I pulled my shirt off and climbed into my bag.

“I’m good with the face,” I replied. “Good night.”

“Nice tits by the way. I’ve never told you that,” she giggled as she turned out he light. “Strip naked the first river we find and see if you can lure him in for us!”.

“Good night,” I repeated.

When morning came, I woke to find Tess all ready to go.

“You’re up extra early,” I mutterd, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“Call it an eager beaver,” She smiled. “C’mon. Roll call is in ten.”

She headed out of the tent. Jeeze, when did she become a drill Sergeant?

I got dressed and made my way to the camp center. I was last to arrive. Seems Mr. Perfect was quite a motivator to get us up and get us ready. Of course, all the girls were in shorts and tanks to expose as much flesh as possible. Okay, me too. He was too cute not to at least flirt with.

I sat with the rest and glanced around. All smitten faces were glued on our guide, eating him alive. I’m guessing there wasn’t a dry pussy in the camp – except mine, but I just arrived, and still needed a few minutes to check out Patrick’s bod, and have a little coffee.

After his morning spiel about do’s and don’s, I was squeezing my thighs together with the rest of the girls. I glanced over at Tess. She was leaning back with one leg up and one leg down, no doubt giving our guide a nice panty shot through the loose legs of her khaki shorts - assuming she even bothered to put some panties on. Knowing Tess, Maybe Mr. Perfect is viewing that girl’s manicured puss.

It was clear he was aware of the offering, and did what he could to stay on task. I seriously doubt this is the first ‘Tess’ signed up for his survival classes, so I’m sure he has had some practice keeping his mind on business.

When Patrick was done, all the girls pulled on their packs and jockeyed for position. Patrick had a great ass, and what girl wouldn’t want to follow it for a week.

“Alright then,” Patrick declared. “Let’s get to it.”

He took the lead. His muscled body was sure and strong, just the right combination for endurance, and that translated to great sex. It took a second for the girls to get their legs to move. He was too fun to watch. I was sure there were going to be some busy fingers tonight.

The hike was great, and the views spectacular. That alone was worth every penny. After a few hours of a rigours pace we took a break. The ladies all dropped their packs and kicked back to guzzle water. We were all slick with sweat, and our tank tops were soaked. The wet fabric was sheer, and with all the sweaty nipples clearly visible, this hike looked more like a wet tee shirt contest. 

The girls were all comparing and evaluating the competition. I think if a vote were conducted then and there, a rough and tumble Chinese beauty by the name of Ming would win the trophy. Her tits weren’t big, just perfect, and topped with dark brown nipples that screamed ‘look at me’. I am sure Patrick heard the scream loud and clear.

He looked damn good himself. He was sweaty and shiny, and his damp hair fell into his eyes making him doubly gorgeous.

This was a tough bunch of girls: black belts, mountain climbers, fire fighters, and even one stay-at-home-mom who could punch a hole in a car door. Nobody would mess with this group and live to tell about it, yet here we were, like melting butter just at the sight of this man. Gooey, delicious, sweet melting butter.

“Let’s make some tracks,” Patrick said as he pulled his pack on. “Need to get to camp before nightfall.”

He glanced around, saw we were all ready in under a minute. Impressive.

We headed out and further up the hill. Before long we would need pull on warmer clothes, and gee, without a dressing room, what’s a girl to do? I’m sure a big show was coming up, and I’m sure Patrick knew it as well.

Well, not an hour passed before Patrick suggested we pull on sweaters or jackets. He informed us out wet shirts could pose a health risk, and we needed to cover up. The ladies jumped at the chance to yank those wet shirts off – with their backs to Patrick of course. Modesty can be a turn on, whether it is sincere or not. That aside, a well-planned bend and twist offered up little peeks of naked breast flesh for our guide.

And, the ladies were all busy taking stock of the competition’s attributes. No man ever looks at a woman the way another woman does. Our critical eyes see a hundred things a man simply doesn’t notice, or even care about. We hunt for imperfections so we can dismiss the competition as hopeless. Men, on the other hand, look for anything they can put in their mouth.

Among the eight of us, there were some mighty fine physiques, and some beautiful breasts. Not much to find fault in. Good eating and good exercise is definitely a girl’s best friend if she wants to look good.

Two of the ladies, Ming being one of them, also stripped out of their shorts to pull on long pants. There is something oddly erotic about a butt-kicking woman standing in the middle of nowhere in just panties and hiking boots. On a hot day it might be a great way to travel, and I’m sure a few of us were taking notes on just such an idea for tomorrow. Topless hiking? Why not!

Once the little show was over we pressed on. Patrick informed us we had another good hour before reaching our destination. We were tired, so the last hour was spent pretty quiet. I think we all just wanted to eat, clean up a little, and get some sleep.
We reached camp with the sun just starting to drop behind the distant mountain peaks. There was still plenty of light to set up our individual bivouac tents, find some firewood, and enjoy a nice meal and conversation. What really got our attention though was the river; clean, both shallow and deep areas, and a great, relaxing babbling sound. It would be a great background noise for restful sleeping.

We got camp set up in a jiffy, had a nice fire going, and settled in to eat. We all told the group a little about ourselves, including Patrick. Of course we all found his story to be the most interesting. I was starting to feel like dumb blond here, but in truth his story was fascinating, so I put that bimbo guilt aside.

After the fire died down, we all headed for our bivouacs. I settled in to sleep but didn’t even get my eyes closed before one of the ladies was moaning through an orgasm. It wasn’t long before a few others followed suit. I was right. Busy fingers. Poor Patrick probably didn’t know whether to smile or tremble, though I’m sure he was no stranger to this unique call of the wild.

I woke in the morning to the sound of splashing. When I peeked out my tent, everyone but me was in the river in panties and tanks. Why am I always last?

I picked a pair of simple cotton panties and tee, and joined the rest of the girls.  Patrick was alone reading – maybe – while the girls frolicked in the river. We must have been quite a site. Near-perfect tens behaving like a harem while their master indulged in matters of the mind. Oh well, you only live once and I didn’t want to be a party pooper.

Our wet fabrics left us all but naked. Nipples and pubic hair was clearly visible, and our panties were riding up our butts and pussies. Not much left to figure out. Much as he tried to hide it, Patrick was enjoying the morning eye candy.

It was bound to happen sooner or later. Tess was first, followed by Ming. Off came the shirts. Thirty seconds later, we were all topless. Tess looked at Patrick and struck an edible pose.

“Aren’t you coming in?” she asked.

All the other girls stopped what they were doing and waited for a reply with hopeful eyes.
Patrick watched us a few moments; Topless, wet, and our sheer panties wedged into our labia. Must have been quite a view from Patrick’s vantage point.

He slowly stood, unsure what to do. Maybe this is his first Tess after all. Maybe this is the first class where eight women were stripped to their skivvies and anxiously awaiting the one lone male to join them.

Tess turned up the heat by stripping out of her panties and tossing them to the pebbly shore. It took a little longer for the rest of us to follow this time, but it was soon enough when we were all buck naked.

Patrick smiled and headed for the water.

“You’re not going in like that, are out?” Tess asked with all sincerity and pointing to his shorts.

Again the girls froze. Poor Patrick. What a decision he needed to make. Maybe he was hiding a rather stiff prick from seeing all these breasts and pussies and asses. I sure hope so.

All eyes went to Patrick’s crotch as he unzipped and dropped his shorts.  What a gorgeous piece of man that came into view. Whimpers and sighs rippled with the river’s water. I even heard a ‘holy shit’ from someone. I’m sure all of us wanted to pee on his leg to mark our territory before pulling him into the woods for an afternoon of lovemaking.

I was certain I should be the chosen one, and the others can either widdle a dildo or wait for a centaur or sasquatch to show up. Ok, it sounded a bit selfish, but even Mr. Perfect couldn’t handle all eight of us. There did not appear to be a democratic way to handle this.

I put all that out of mind as Patrick stepped into the water. Good ‘ol Tess broke the ice by splashing him, then jumping on his back and pulling down into the water.

She stood over him offering a hand up. Patrick had a shot right up between her legs.

“Careful what you reach for,” she joked. The humor immediately put everyone at ease.

I could see where this was headed. Before this morning was over, there was going to eight womem lined up waiting for a turn with Patrick. Maybe some of the girls swung both ways, but I wasn’t one of them, so I would have to wait my turn with some other distraction. Tess I’m not sure about. She pulled me aside earlier and pointed Ming’s long black pussy hair, and told me she’d like a taste of it. A little surprising to say the least.

After a good ten minutes of splashing and playing tag, Tess set the next stage of the game in motion by lying on the shore to sun her body. Like clockwork, everyone followed and lined up along the pebbles, a few tits-side up, the rest ass-side up.

Patrick was out of the river last, and we all watched as the water drained off his body, and ran off his penis like a stream of pee. I’m not sure if he really knew what was in store for him or not. Tess again was the first to offer a not-so-subtle hint. She propped up on her elbows and let one leg fall open, giving Patrick an eyeful of her sex.

“How’s the stanima?” she asked.

Patrick just drank in the sweet display of fem while tripping over his tongue for an answer. Myself, Ming and the other girls also propped up and dropped a leg. Patrick had eight pussies staring right at him, waiting for his answer. Even out here in the great outdoors, the unmistakable scent of warm and ready pussy hung in the air.

Patrick tried to hide his stiffening penis, but eventually gave up the fight and let it stand proud. It was a nice one, and worthy of some serious attention. The only question now of course, is who was going to be first. Audrey wanted to go alphabetical, but Zoe complained Patrick would be all worn out by the time he got to her. After a short and civil discussion, we all agreed it should be Tess for getting the ball rolling.

“On your back, cutie,” Tess ordered Patrick.

By this time Patrick saw no way out of this, and did as instructed. Tess gave him a few quick sucks to wet him up, then climbed on. The bliss on her face told the rest of us the wait for our turn would be worth it.

Tess winked to me and pointed to Patrick’s face.

“As agreed,” she smiled.
I was a little embarrassed the other girls knew Tess and I had been discussing our plan, but seeing how Patrick was so cute, my blush soon turned to a flush of pleasure. I dropped my pussy on his pretty face and wallowed in the feeling of his tongue worming up inside me.

There were still six other ladies, and they would have to get a little more creative. Two took up position to be fingered, and two others used Patrick’s feet to pleasure themselves.  I’d have to say that was a first for me. I knew of fisting, and even tried it a few times, but a foot seemed a little strange for me. The last two, Ming and Audrey only had a limited choice: get their pussies licked either by each other or one of the seated ladies.

Tess and Ming had been eyeing each other since this whole survival thing started. To my knowledge Tess is not into pussy, but for some reason Ming had her curiosity on high. Ming seemed equally attracted to Tess, and made the first move. She stepped over Patrick, with a foot on either side of him, and her jet-black muff in Tess’ face. I could see Tess hesitate just a second before nuzzling her lips up between Ming’s legs.

That put Ming’s cute bottom right in front of me, but I wasn’t interested in anything more than holding on to her hips for support as I got a terrific licking.

Audrey had other ideas. Odd woman out, she followed Ming’s lead and stepped over Patrick, and put her sweet blonde muff in my face. I could smell her sex, and it was pretty intoxicating, but eating pussy is not my thing – or so I told myself until Audrey guided my face between her legs. I gave her a few kisses and was ready to pull away when she grabbed onto my head and came just that quickly. She must have been storing it up, I mean that was like seven seconds of an inexperienced tongue.

I actually enjoyed the taste of her, so I kept at it. Before too long I had my own fantastic climax, and then climbed off Patrick’s face and let Audrey take my seat. Once settled, she pulled me around where she could repay the oral favors.

Tess finally came, climbed off Patrick, and was quickly replaced by Ming. Tess in turn put her pussy in Ming,s face. Now with Tess to my back, we held hands while riding out this new sensation.

“I like it. How about you?” she asked between little happy moans.
“A descent second choice,” I replied, sincerely enjoying the moment. “But only in an emergency!”

The morning wore on with each of taking turns, and using Patrick’s body like a pleasure arcade. Foot fucking turned out to be pretty fun, and I found myself lining up for seconds on that one.

The following hike was slow going since all of us were doing it on weak legs, and stopping for long water breaks to replace a lot of spent bodily fluids back at the river. Judging from the moans and happy faces, we all had a good there or more orgasms. Patrick, bless his conditioned body, had two, and managed to pleasure all of us without slowing down.

The rest of the Survival trek blossomed into quite a sexual awakening for me, with lots of firsts, some of which I’ll gladly do again and again, and a few that were interesting, but nothing I’ll actively pursue – like eight women lined up along a sheer cliff and peeing over the edge. Patrick called it a defining moment in his life. I called mildly amusing. 

All in all I was very surprised at the cooperation between all the ladies to make the trek and the sex so perfect, and we had all become close friends. When it was time to say goodbye, however, Patrick pulled me aside and asked if he could call me sometime. Well, I’m not sure what I did to stand out amongst the other ladies, but I readily accepted. I had fun with the seven day  pussy smorgasborg, but I still longed for that one night with a man who could make me feel all girl. Judging by the smile on his face when I handed him my number, I was not far from experiencing that one night.

 

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A.W.

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