Found Pt. 01

Everyone having sex is at least 18. This story is a work of fiction. I made it all up. Check reality at the door and enjoy it for what it is. Special thanks to goducks111 for his help and making this a better story. This story is already done, there are eight healthy parts ready for publishing.

I try to warn people about leaving reality at the door and yet they still complain that the story isn't real enough. Those people may blow a gasket with this story. Warning: this story contains a fun plot line and lots of action without the burden of realty. The story is intertwined with sexual situations and full on sex scenes.

At the very end of Part 8, I describe an alternate ending. I look forward to your feedback. Did I make the right decision?

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Chapter 1 - Out for a walk

This is my third day hiking in Montana. I love nature and being out in the fresh air. All my equipment is ultralight and worn from my many years of camping and hiking. I have been on this trail several times but never in fall when the leaves are turning. I'm watching the colors change daily. It's wonderful. I'm glad I took the time to hike the trail at this time of year. I should get a house out here; the Rocky Mountains are incredible.

I am 29 and retired. I made a killing day trading. I took several coordinated gambles that had compounding effects on my trades. Those effects caused the final trades to explode into profits not by a power of ten but exponentially. A massive miscalculation in my favor. In other words, I took a big risk, and it paid off huge, better than my wildest dreams. I have enough money to do just about anything forever. I like the great outdoors, hiking, fishing, and cultural events in New York.

I am heading north on a trail and being that I do this a lot, I am in fantastic shape. I'm tall, athletic, and strong from hard work. I walk at a fast pace, which means I pass everything on the trail. When I see people in front of me, I speed up. I want to know who the people are. That helps me determine if I want to share a campsite with them or not. If they are cool, I gauge how far they will walk and have a camp set up and waiting for them. If I don't like them, I walk much faster and never see them again.

Out here, most people are friendly. I get to enjoy an evening with strangers and learn about them and what they do. That keeps it interesting for me, I like people. Everyone is unique and sees the world differently.

I see a group ahead, I speed up. Oh my, it's all women, college-age. I don't see any adults with them. What the hell are they doing out here alone? Between animals, other groups of men, and aggressive men who have been away from civilization too long, that just isn't safe. I doubt they have the experience to stay safe. I may have to shadow them for their own good if they don't want my help. I help the rangers out with stuff like this, so this isn't my first time. It is the first time for an all-female college group. This shall be interesting. They can be elitist or just plain crazy, I need to be careful.

I quickly catch up to them. They seem very nervous with me coming from behind. They eventually stop. Each of them is holding a pocket knife. As I get closer, they see me better, and they start teasing their hair. I think I am average; women often believe otherwise. Honestly, I don't see it. There is no famous person I look like. Having said that, I have no trouble getting dates if I want one. I am cursed with women; this isn't the type of group I really want to spend time with. They scare the hell out of me.

I walk into their group, half are on one side of the trail, and half are on the opposite side. I walk in with my hands up. They can see I have no weapon and mean no harm.

I announce, "Just passing through. However, I have hiked thousands of miles in the Rockies, and I don't think I have ever seen a group of cute women like you out by themselves on the trails. Lots of things go wrong out here, animals are unpredictable, and there are too many unsavory men lurking around. Do you want any help?

Half say yes and half say no. Well, that helps make my decision easier. They are as a group, confused.

I continue, "This is my fourth time hiking this trail. I flew out for this week because the trees are turning colors. This is also the start of the rainy time of year, it will slow you down and everything gets harder, like starting a fire. I don't smell suntan lotion. You need to wear it even though you are under the trees a lot, you will burn. Did anyone bring some?"

Three girls did. I dig out my suntan lotion, and I hand it to the closest girl. Giving a gift earns trust.

I explain, "You all have had no sun this summer. I have a good tan and can live without. Worst that happens to me is a minor sunburn. You girls would be in a world of hurt. Would you like some advice?"

Many say yes.

I instruct them, "Take off your shoes and socks. I want to see your feet. You have been on the trail for three days based on your location, I bet you haven't done a foot check yet."

They all sit down. I check all the feet, and sure enough, two have blisters. One is bad.

I look up at the pretty blond, "You, my dear, are close to having a major problem."

The pretty blond scares me to death. This is my younger sister Phoebe, who I have been estranged from since she was 11. She had a friend who almost ruined my life. My parents sent me away to live with my grandparents. I haven't seen Phoebe or my parents since. I haven't even talked to Phoebe. Last time I saw her she was a tiny child. Now she is taller, heavier, has a massive rack of D cups with naturally blonde hair and blue eyes. The extra weight gives her lots of curves in all the right places. Only two others in the group are as cute. Why did she have to be my sister? Does she recognize me?

I can fix the blisters. I get stuff from my pack and perform the required first aid.

I explain, "Keep this baby powder and keep your feet dry. Your feet sweat, it's common. Ok, you need to lighten your load for a few days. Someone else will need to take some of your items, or you can carry my pack and I will carry yours."

Phebe laughs at me, "Your pack is twice the size of mine."

I help her up, I hand her my pack, she has a big 'O' on her face, her eyes light up.

Phoebe asks, "Why don't we all have packs like this?"

I chuckle, "You can't afford it. It's $20,000 worth of equipment. Much of it I had made for me from carbon-fiber. It's super light. As I said, I spend a lot of time out in the wilderness, and I have deep pockets for my hobbies."

Jane says, "We had a guide, but he had a heart attack. They life-flighted him out and left us on our own. This trip has been terrible since we started. Can we pay you to be our guide and get us home quick and safe?"

I sadly reply, "Sorry can't do that." They look sad. "I'm like an ambassador for the parks. I have helped dozens of groups. I don't accept money, I have enough. You look to be in college, you need your money far worse than I do. I'll help you. You'll make better time now, so let's get going so we can get you home. If the weather holds, we have three days of walking still. You're halfway, so you might as well finish. Besides, the view is awesome!"

That is how I end up walking in Montana with twenty beautiful college girls that I later call, 'The Twenty.'

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At sunset, we stop for the night. We walked longer than normal. All they need to do is set up their tents. I do the fire. While they are putting up their tents, I collect wood for the fire and dig a fire pit. I have a fire going quickly. No water nearby today so we are on water conservation.

Three miles up there is water, but it would have been too dark by the time we got there. I break out a solar camp light that makes it much easier to read the directions on their freeze-dried dinners. (I hang a small light solar cell on the back every morning, so it recharges.) They all have the same directions, add boiling water. I boil water and we make dinner. Mine has a heated gel that I break and causes heat. Instant dinner for me. Mine tastes better as well.

Phoebe finally asks the dreaded question, "Is your name Steve Wentman?"

I am tempted to lie. She doesn't know me; we have not seen each other for years. Yet, that's not fair to her.

I smile, "You finally figured it out, huh?"

Phoebe is shy now, "You aren't what I expected."

I am defensive, "You only heard one side of the story. There was a reason that the charges against me were dropped. They had no evidence to back up your friend Marcy's accusation. Not one shred. Even her parents didn't believe her."

Speaking to the group, "I had just turned eighteen and was out with friends. I get home, and the police are there because they say I raped Phoebe's best friend. I was arrested and spent time in jail. After six months, I was released because they don't have any evidence and the prosecutor refuses to go to trial. Phoebe and Marcy were eleven at the time. I moved in with my grandparents until I got into college on a scholarship, I was a 4.0 student in high school and college.

"I won a small settlement from Marcy's parents for the false accusation and spending six months in jail. While in jail, I had lots of time to think, and I started following the stock market. I noticed a perfect storm coming, I liquidated and waited for the moment. I had to time several trades precisely to have the effect I wanted, and then it hit. Bam, instant rich kid."

Now able to smile, "I remembered enough of Phoebe's mannerisms that I quickly realized who you are. I just didn't want to relive that whole horrible past. But I am glad you are doing well. How odd that we run into each other way out here."

Now they start the questions, I won't discuss money. I am single. I like all breast sizes. I need a girlfriend. I am above average size. I have plenty of experience. Ok, enough questions, not going into what I do in bed. I also evaded my wealth question several more times.

I ask, "Can anyone sing? Not sure if it helps but I always sing at night to keep the animals away. So far, it's worked out well."

I am a library of music, I love singing, I know from Sinatra to the latest hits and show tunes. It' hard to find things everyone knows. It's funny, but they all know classic rock. They grew up to their parents listening to it. These girls are into hip-hop, rap, country, they are all over the place. We sing Journey, Aerosmith, Rolling Stones, Billy Joel, and Sir Elton John. They know the main lyrics, I also know the backups, I assist by singing the backups. It sounds quite lovely with their high-pitched voices and then my low-pitched backup supporting.

They giggle and laugh when the words get messed up. It really didn't matter. We quickly pass several hours. I can tell they are getting tired.

I use my dad tone, "It's getting late. We have a long march tomorrow. Three miles from here is water. We'll clean up there, but breakfast will be here. Don't use all your water. Occasionally the water goes out, or people pollute it. You need water to live, so continue conserving. Now go to bed. You are all tired. Sleep well."

I set up my tent, it's a breeze. It's far larger than the others as I sometimes camp with friends and we only bring one tent, mine. It can sleep four. I hang all the backpacks from the trees using a rope. I don't want a bear taking our food if one comes our way. None reported in this area, but they are not very good at checking in with the rangers.

I am in my tent, I set it up off to a distance because I figure they will talk and giggle a lot. I want and need my sleep. I pull out my one creature comfort, a beautiful micro-fiber pillow. Due to the unseasonable weather, I lay on top of my sleeping bag in just my boxers. I am about to fall asleep when I hear my tent zipper being used.

I ask quietly, "Are you a bear?"

A naked Jenny pops her head and then body into my tent. She is giggling fiercely.

Jenny is medium height with short black hair that bounces when she walks. She has large C cup breasts that look amazing. She is pale, not much sun for her. Her skin is young and tight, not a blemish on it. She is fit like she either plays or played sports. She still works out, muscles are well toned. Bright brown eyes and a small mouth make her stunning. Her nose is small and ordinary.

Jenny embarrassing explains, "They dared me to come in here naked and see if you would fuck me."

I am mad, "Jenny, you're a very nice girl. They're not very good friends if they're asking you to do stuff like this."

Jenny comes clean, "Ok, they dared me to steal something from you. Obviously, I can't do that. It's wrong to steal. Besides, you have been nice to us. I thought I'd better come over so they don't talk someone else into it, one that would steal from you. I stripped right outside, I figured this way you might keep me in here. I want you to fuck me. You only need to stick it in me and ride me to glory. I need it bad, and I suspect you find me cute enough to use me. I understand you don't love me; but I think you're cute."

I am shocked, "I can't do that. Is that what passes for sex in college these days? That's pathetic."

Jenny is confused, "I don't understand, what's wrong with fucking?"

I am amazed, "Are you on the pill?"

She says, "Yes."

My hands reach for her chest, her breasts are nice and plump. I find her nipples. I make like I am starting a fire, I rub the right side of the nipple away from me while the left side is towards me. Then I reverse quickly over and over. She orgasms rapidly. She wasn't expecting that at all. She is too loud, and now the camp is silent. Time to fix that. I move down her body.

Jenny is nervous, "What are you doing?"

I don't answer. I reach into her pussy with my tongue as wide as possible and take big licks like licking an ice cream cone. I try to get my tongue deep and touch as much of her lips as possible. She is resisting me with feigned resistance. I lap at her clit a few times, and she is frozen. I can't tell if that was an orgasm or not. Now I use my thin beard for scratching her inner thighs, and she squeals. I narrow my tongue and use the tip to do tiny, lightning-quick, slurps.

That did it, she screams out unrestrained. As she orgasms in my arms, the flaps to my tent are flung open, and nineteen lights are on us.

I say in a whisper, "That a girl Jenny, enjoy yourself."

I lay her down, and for sixty seconds she does random jerks of her body.

Two girls ask, "What did you do to her?"

I am honest, "Just warming her up. She wanted me to fuck her. Seems she had this notion that sex is just me sticking her, we rut like animals, and then I release for the finish."

I place my body over Jenny's. Her friends don't need to see her naked.

Phoebe asks, "You still have your pants on?"

I shake my head, "As I said, I was just warming her up. I think I got three orgasms out of her."

Jenny still has her eyes closed and has not moved, but she says, "Four."

Terri says, "Tomorrow we're going to have a serious talk while we walk. I'm going to bed, she seems ok."

They all leave.

Jenny says shyly, "Thanks for covering me, we aren't that close that I want them seeing me naked during sex. That was sweet of you."

She finds me and kisses me softly on the lips. She slowly falls onto her back with our lips still attached. She pushes my boxers down off my hips. I finish removing them. She grabs my rock-hard cock and aims me at her opening. Using just Jenny's fingertips, she presses my hips down (with my help) so that I am forcing my cock into her. Not sure I have ever experienced a woman so tight. Is it possible she is a virgin?

Jenny whispers, "I'm on the pill. I am yours, use me."

I don't like her thinking, that can get her in trouble. For now, I will treat her well. I use a slow speed because of her experience, I mean lack of knowledge. Her face is angelic. Eyes wide open, huge shiny white smile and her skin seems to glow. This is one happy girl.

I give her about fifteen minutes of quality fucking that makes her feel like a queen. I need sleep, I pick up the pace. I gave her a nice quality fucking; she has a new baseline. Those poor boys back at school will have a hard time pleasing her now. Faster and faster, I go. I take the increases very slowly. She gets another ten minutes before we both achieve a climax. She lets loose a scream of ecstasy, and I hear shouting, laughing, and giggling from the other tents.

She earned five ropes of cum for her effort and is putty in my hands. She kisses me on the lips again and then lays down on my sleeping bag. She pulls me in tight behind her and wraps my arm around her. She is now content and quickly falls asleep.

Chapter 2 - Rain

I wake up as the sun is just starting to rise. As I move, Jenny wakes up.

Jenny is simple in the morning, "More?"

I kneel and roll her into doggie position.

I repeat her words, "I am yours to use?"

She spreads her legs wider to answer me.

I slowly enter her from behind and get a few strokes in before I move to quick fucking. I give it to her as fast as I can. I am making a point. Quickly she is squirming on the bed, her hair is a mess, she is grunting with each thrust, she has crazy eyes, and her back is arched. She won't last long.

Sure enough, after just a few short minutes, I have five ropes of cum ready. She quickly rolls over, turns around, and swallows my cock. She opens her mouth; her tongue is massaging my cock. She isn't doing anything. She places both of my hands on the back of her head and looks at me pleadingly.

I start fucking her mouth slowly at first. It's too good having her looking at me like that. I speed up and am rougher as I go deeper. She is fingering herself. I use one hand to rub a nipple, and she moans. It isn't long before I am ready.

I ask nicely, "Swallow?"

I knew the answer. I hear a garbed, yes. I start shooting six ropes of cum into her mouth. She is quick to swallow. She seems to love the taste of cum. I fall back when I am done. She crawls into my arms and curls up. She feels divine.

I ask her, "Between this morning and last night, which did you enjoy more?"

Jenny is shy, "Last night was awesome, it was my first time. You took longer and made me feel like you cared. You ate me out, which was awesome."

I ask again, "Why give men a choice? You are gorgeous. They will do what you tell them to. Make them give it to you the way you want it. Suppose I was into BDSM. I could have gagged you, tied you up, beat you, whipped you, punched you, and then cut you many times, disfiguring your pretty face. Is that what you meant by 'I am yours to use?' I hope not."

I can see the alarm in her face. I hold her tight.

I suggest, "Know what you're getting yourself into. You want to try new stuff, fine. Just know what that entails and make sure you trust them. Any time you give over control, you could end up being shared in an 80-man creampie gangbang. Get dressed and back to your tent, I need to find some wood. I'll be back soon and start a fire."

I go out a bit to the trees where I do my work. I bring some paper and a shovel to dig a hole. While squatting, I notice two elk, mother and child grazing on a field of flowers. I am in the trees, and they are up in a clearing. I have a magnificent view. I hear my name being called and both elk run off. Swell.

I go back to the group, and they point at the clouds off to the west.

I explain, "We'll have a light rain this afternoon, and it may storm at night. We will stop early to make sure the tents are set up correctly. They can stand up to major wind gusts when pinned down. I'll make sure everything is correct tonight. It's good we went longer yesterday, we will lose that today. But that keeps us on schedule."