The Magic Book

Laying there, watching two sets of tongues slithering up and down my shaft, as well as my balls, then periodically taking turns sucking the head of my dick while the other continued licking me was driving me insane. It had in fact been far better than anything I could have imagined, and knew that if they continued this frenzied feast of my cock, they'd have it spurting cream before I knew it. It was time to redirect this for a while, at least briefly.

"You know what?"

"What?" both women asked simultaneously, just as I'd written it.

"Before Jim gets his turn here, I think we'd both enjoy seeing the two of you together for a few minutes, wouldn't you Jim?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Hell yes!" he grinned in agreement.

There was a brief momentary look that passed between the two women. I'm not sure if the hesitation was due to some internal struggle that either of them might have momentarily experienced with my written suggestion. But if it was, it quickly passed.

"Never been with another woman before," Kristy admitted. "Though I came close once in college," she admitted openly. "Have you?" she pointedly asked Charlene.

Charlene looked towards me, blushing. "Just once, my older cousin shortly after graduation from high school when she'd come to stay with us. My cousin Janet is a lesbian, and I was curious about it, so I asked her why. She offered to show me...so we did!"

That was a new one. I hadn't known that, and made a mental note to inquire into that a little more fully at a later time.

"Well then, now you can help Kristy with her curiosity," Jim added enthusiastically. "Fuck...I can't believe I'm actually going to finally see this!" he continued.

"Me either," I said softly under my breath. "Me either."

Tentatively at first, the two girls began exploring one another, first with fingers and hands, then slowly with their lips and tongues. It didn't take long before they had curled up together in a side-by-side '69' position, now hungrily devouring one another, openly and uninhibitedly even though Jim and I continued to sit there watching them. It was though we didn't even exist, and in a way...we didn't. I remembered writing:

"Which is when Kristy and Charlene began eating one another as though Jim and I weren't really even there."

Charlene and I never did have what some would say as an inhibited sex-life, outside of ourselves of course. Open to doing, or trying anything with me, at least once...it was still fascinating to see what kind of 'control' or power my little magic book actually held over her. I could only wonder what it could do...or couldn't as the girls continued to pleasure one another orally until each had brought the other to climatic ecstasy that fell far beyond my expectations.

After Jim had been treated to his own double tongue-lashing, we'd then paired off with our own wives, making love side-by-side which was also very stimulating. But in the short time I'd had to write anything, I'd been very specific about events, and had ensured a nice safe ending as well. As everyone finally drifted off to sleep, I remembered the last few words I had written.

"And no one felt guilty in the morning."

#

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.