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Desert Rose

Rose Hall was a true Bohemian. Her grandparents were beatniks in the early 50?s and her mom and dad were the hippies in the early 70?s. Her first home was a van that her parents lived in as they traveled the country in following the Grateful Dead and other bands. Her school years were spent on a commune in Wyoming. She was a bright girl and got the opportunity to go to college on scholarships and received a degree in Art and Art History. She now made a living as a studio manager and artist in Santa Fe.

Rose loved the desert scenery around her and took every chance she could to go commune with nature, paint, and rejuvenate her world. She was unmarried at 34 and felt no desire to be in a committed relationship. She was too much of a free spirit for that she thought. Rose had a Hispanic look about her. She possessed long dark brown hair, olive skin, and dark brown eyes. At 34 she had a body that seemed to be stuck in her twenties. She was five nine and with beautiful large breast that were not usually confined to a bra tipped by darker areolas that were as big as a silver dollar. He hips were a perfect match to the top. As a nature lover, she didn?t shave her pubic hair, but did keep it neatly trimmed since it was so thick. Her usual dress was a loose cotton blouse, skirt that went down to her ankles, sandals, and a headband made of silver and jade.

While on and extended sabbatical in the fall season from the studio to work on her art, she traveled to the area of western New Mexico. Near the city of Mexican Springs, she went west towards the mountain areas. A man in town told her that there were real springs and pools out there. ?Healing water? He had called it. She had packed for several days and took off in search of these places. ?At least, I can find a great inspiration for painting.? She thought. This open country had few roads, so she very soon found herself in four wheel drive going thought ravines and over rocky outcroppings. At around five in the evening, she came across a small group of old buildings and thought she should pitch her tent there.

Rose had seen several abandoned towns in her travels and loved to explore them. She began taking pictures as she always did so that she could carry the experience home to paint there. At dusk, she settled into her tent, stripped nude (she always slept nude) and crawled into her sleeping bag. Coyotes yipped and howled her to sleep.

In the morning, she broke camp and moved farther into remote territory. In the distance, she saw a spot of green. By noon she had made it to willows and sage brush. ?I found the springs.? She thought and parked to explore. A hike of two or three hundred yards from the jeep took her to a stream that had widened to a pool beneath a small waterfall. She took pictures and explored the area. She found arrow heads which is nothing new for New Mexico. She found no other real signs of habitation. A sneaking grin moved across her face. She went to the pool and took off her sandals. The water was cool, but not too cold. She felt the warm sun and began to slip out of her skirt and laid it on a sage to stay out of the dirt. She pulled off the blouse without unbuttoning it. Her breasts bounced as they were free from the garment. After wading into the water to her knees, she dove towards the center. For a half hour she washed the dust off her body and sunned on exposed rocks in the pool. Upon returning to retrieve her clothes, she found nothing. ?I know this is where I took them off.? She thought and began to have a sense of dread and being watched. She instinctively covered her large breast with one hand and tightened her thighs to hide her private parts. She looked around and saw no one. She found her sandals, slipped into them and with the nervousness of a cat, walked back toward her jeep. As she rounded the bend, she saw that it was gone and so was her gear.

Just then, a young man on horseback rode into view. She hid behind a small shrub. ?You?re trespassing on our land.? He said. ?You can go nowhere but back to our camp with me.? Rose called out ?Will you hand me my clothes?? ?I?ve already seen you naked. Come out and come with me.? He said. ?I don?t want to. I want to leave? said Rose. ?Leave if you want. You?ll never get out of here.? He replied and started to turn his stallion around. ?Wait! ??I?ll come out.? Rose yelled and timidly came into view and walked toward the young man. He held out his hand to hoist Rose onto the horse behind him. She knew she would lose all modesty doing this and gave in. After mounting the horse, she realized that he was bareback with just a blanket. ?Native.? She thought and assumed he would be taking her back to a reservation for some fine or something.

Two hours of riding found Rose wanting to dismount the horse. Her tits and pussy were being rubbed raw on the man?s coat and his blanket. She saw a line of smoke as he broke into a canter. Within a minute or so, they were at a small group of adobe huts with almost a dozen men around a fire. The men stood and watched as Rose was taken from the horse and ushered into one hut. It was sparse with a cot and a table in the corner. ?You stay here for now. This is our hunting camp and we don?t have women with us. We?ll take you to the elders when we get back home.? ?When will that be?? Rose queried. ?two to three weeks? said the young man casually. Rose about lost her mind as he left. I?m naked at a hunting camp with a dozen men for upwards of three weeks! ?I?m screwed? she said and thought of the bad choice of words.

The man came to get her for dinner and she asked about her clothes. He told her that she wouldn?t run if she were nude so she better get used to it. She came out and the men stared at her beautiful nakedness. They spoke to each other in a native tongue and laughed a little. She was handed a plate of food. Rose was a vegan, but knew she wouldn?t survive the time if she didn?t eat, so she did. It was heavily spiced, and she drank liberally from the skin bag she was handed. She began to feel funny in her stomach. Before too long she stood and began to look for a place to go to the restroom. She was taken behind a grove of trees and the young captor watched as she went. He took her back to his hut. He touched her arm and she felt fire run up her shoulder. He touched her other arm with the same effect. She was hot, although it was getting noticeably cooler outside. Little did she know that her captor, Robert, had mixed peyote into her meal. Rose?s head began to spin and Robert laid her on the bed and took off his clothes. He sucked her breasts which made her mew as a cat. His had reached for her thick mound and she spread her legs off the sides of the cot. Soon he was fingering her and she was slowly massaging his cock. She giggled that he had no hair on his chest and very little on his prick. He said to her ?We don?t have chest hair like whites, and not much anywhere else.? He got on his knees and forced her mouth to accept his prick. She sucked for a minute or so and he moved into position and rubbed his member through the dark hair to find the slit below. Rose was wet and he slid right in. She began to buck. The mixture of peyote and the sensation of his hairless prick sent her into a perpetual orgasm. He started to yell. Robert put his hand over her mouth and she began to kiss and lick his fingers. He came and collapsed onto his captive. He fell asleep using her breasts as a pillow.

The next morning, Rose woke to the smell of coffee. Robert was dressing. ?You didn?t have to drug me. I would have slept with you without it.? Rose said and continued ?Can you promise me that I will be only yours?? ?No? Robert said ?we share everything. Nothing ?belongs? to any of us except for our wives in marriage.? Rose had lived the commune life and understood this mentality. She knew that she would belong to the entire group. ?No one here is mean. You will be treated well if you don?t try to leave. I have to go hunt.? Robert said. Rose nodded and he left. She walked outside to see about breakfast. There was a single older man tending the cook fire. She walked up. He didn?t look at her. He poured an cup of coffee and handed it to her. ?Thank you.? Rose said and asked ?is there any place I can go to clean up?? The man looked at her and said ?We have a camp shower under those trees. I need to go with you though.? Rose thought he just wanted to see her bathe and began to walk. He carried a hunting rifle and sat a ways away on a rock where he could watch her. About two minutes after she started to shower in the cold water dribbling from a suspended bucket, she heard a deafening shot rink out and a high pitched growl from behind a rock outcropping. The man walked over to where the growl came from and dragged out a large cougar. ?He?s been there for a while. I new that he would see that you were not one of us. I thought you might need the protection.? Rose hugged the man and he involuntarily put his hand on her naked wet ass and her tits got his shirt all wet. She walked back to camp as the man dragged the cat to another spot to clean it to keep the skin. Rose didn?t want to see any animal get killed, but that was going to attack her. When the man came back, Rose came up to him, kissed him and thanked him again. He pulled her to him, picked her up and took her into another hut. She started to crawl onto the cot, but while on her hands and knees, the man took her waist in both hands. He knelt down and began licking her pussy and asshole with his hot tongue. Rose was a sensual woman and liked oral sex. This was the first time anyone had licked her ass. It got her instantly wet. She kneeled down with her face on the cot and ass high in the air. The man rubbed his prick into the now sopping slit and pushed the head inside. ?Ummm?? issued from Roses throat. She reached back between her legs and began to rub the man?s balls as he pumped her. His pace continued at a slow and steady rate which was pleasing to Rose. He rubbed her asshole with his finger and she relaxed and gaped open. He removed his cock from her pussy and pushed it towards that opened asshole. At first, Rose didn?t want to do this, but the gentle touch lessened her resistance. With no pain, only pressure, He pushed all the way into her waiting ass. She continued to massage his balls and asshole. His balls tightened and he pumped a large load of cum into her bowels. He, as Robert, dr*ped over her body upon climax. He lay there for a full five minutes kissing her back and rubbing her tits before he stood and pulled his cock from her entrance.

At around five in the afternoon, the other men came in from two different directions carrying meat and skins from deer and antelope that had been taken. A large truck had a freezer in the back where the men stored the meat. Skins were fastened to large X shaped crosses around the camp and cleaned. One chubby man handed Rose something. Upon inspection, it was a leather vest with no buttons. ?I can?t wear this.? Thought the vegan, but the sun had already burned her shoulders and it did give protection. Another gave her a small leather apron that he showed her to use as a loin cloth. Wearing these, Rose looked like an erotic Indian princess. She was being treated like one too. For a week, she slept with one or two different men each day, or night.

At the end of the week, the men said that they were going to take Rose to a special spring. The saddled up and rode into the hills for a couple of hours. At another desert oasis, there was a mineral pool that was steaming, and a stream leaving it that fed a crystal clear pond. All the men began to strip and dive into the cooler clear pond. Rose dropped her loin cloth and her vest and dove it too. One of the quieter men came up from beneath her and grabbed her by the waist. He picked her up and tossed her into the deeper water. A game of tag began and all seemed to get into the picture. Rose was usually the one tagged, as the men touched her breasts or bottom. Robert got out of the pool and motion to Rose to follow him. He had walked over a rise and was wading into the mineral baths. Rose followed and soon all the men were soaking in the warm thick water. Rose crawled out onto a rock to sun. Her tempting pose drew attention and before long, she was in the embrace of several different men who were touching and massaging her. He spread her thighs to welcome a hand that began to massage her cunt. Two different men were massaging and kissing her breasts. One bold man walked to her head and dangled his cock over her face. She reached up and took it into her waiting lips. For an hour she was fucking and sucking all the men in the hunting party. All climaxed during the session, but none more than Rose.

On the ride back home Robert said ?We will be breaking camp tomorrow.? Rose answered him ?then I am to be taken in for trespassing.? ?I don?t want to do that. None of us want to take you in and see you get jailed or fined.? Robert said. Around the dinner fire, the men spoke on the subject, some in English for Rose to hear, and some in their native tongue. Robert spoke for the group. ?Rose, we want you to be here with us, but you are trespassing on reservation lands.? He continued ?We have come here for generations to hunt, and always at this time of year. Will you come back to our camp next year when we are here?? Robert said hopefully. Rose stood, dropped the loin cloth and vest, and said ?I will come and be all of yours as I was this year for as many years as you will have me.? Every man stood and hugged the beautiful woman. She gave Robert her phone number as they returned her to her Jeep, gear, and clothes (which seemed strange to wear now).

Back in Santa Fe, Rose painted beautiful scenes of men on horseback, deer in a meadow, and an Indian Princess in a loin cloth and vest. In the fall, and for many years to come, her phone rang.

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