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Mountain Retreat

By: S. Stevenson



Their Trip To His Mountain Retreat

I encourage you to vote on each part and I invite your comments. So please take the time and let me know what you like and dislike. Thank You, S.S.

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The bright sun was shinning through the bedroom windows as Angel started to stir. As the light shinned into her eyes Angel moaned her objection to getting out of bed, but she had to. Something is wrong with this picture. Not yet awake, but she knew that there was something different.

Calling out, “Master” Her arm swept along the bed on his side. Eyes fully open! Master is not here. Calling again, “Master, where are you?” She realized that she was not bound to the bed as was their normal custom at night. The chain that would attach to her ankle cuff was missing. Fear struck at her heart as she remembered the last time Master took her bindings from her. At that time Master offered her freedom from her slavery. Just the thought of leaving her Master scared her to the very core of her being.

As she threw the covers off Angel caught a glimpse of a woman, a slave, standing in the doorway. As her eyes cleared Angel recognized the slave as Missy. Missy belongs to Keith, along with several others, Keith is a neighbor and friend of Master’s. Angel smiled and said, “Good morning, Missy. What are you doing here this early?”

Missy is a petite woman of about 27 years of age. She stands about 5’1” and has the proportions in figure to match her height. As Angel remembered attending Missy’s piercing ceremony. At Missy’s piercing ceremony Master Keith added several rings to Missy’s body while she was tied spread eagle to a block. Rings were added to each nipple, one in each of her inner labia, one to her belly button and then the last one was placed in the center of her nose.

“Good morning, Angel.” Missy said as she started to walk over to Angel’s bed.

Missy was wearing a breast tray. A breast tray hooks on to the breast on one side and on the far side from the body there is a chain that runs around the neck of the slave. Only in Missy’s there were two hooks that snapped into place on her nipple rings. A breast tray then pulls on the nipples as long as the slave wears it. The pulling is increased with every little thing that she is carried on her tray. In most cases the slave is not allowed to use her hands to aid in providing support for her tray.

Angel said, “I see that your nipples healed nicely.”

“Good morning, Angel.” Dawn chirped. Angel had been concentrating so hard on Missy that she did not even notice Dawn. Dawn is also a slave for Master Keith. She wears all of Keith’s standard rings plus she sports his brand on her left rear cheek. Like Missy, Dawn was nude.

“We have been asked by your Master to help you get ready for a trip that you two are taking this morning. Missy has a cup of coffee for you on her tray. When you are done with that we will put the handcuffs on you and take you into your bath. Today you are not to lift a finger as you are pampered into getting ready for your Master.” As Dawn was saying this Missy did a curtsy in front of Angel allowing her to take her coffee off the tray.

“Thank you ladies. Do you by chance know where we are going?” As she waited for an answer Angel started to sip her coffee.

“Yes we know.” 

“… but, we are not allowed to tell you.” Dawn finished Missy’s statement for her.

As Angel finished that last sip of coffee, Dawn stepped up, taking the metal handcuffs off Missy’s tray and snapped one an Angel. Then moving behind her Dawn snapped the other one into place. Missy then put her tray aside as helped her slave sister to remove Angel’s leather collar and cuffs.

Missy then ran her hands over Angel’s breasts and commented to Dawn, “Look at how big her boobs are. They are sure going to look great when her Master finally puts in the nipple rings.” Missy then gave each nipple a twist and a squeeze, as Dawn started to lead the trio into the bathroom.

Just as they entered the bathroom Dawn reached behind Angel and pulled out her plug. Angel thought she heard a pop as her ass gave up its intruder. Handing the butt plug to Missy, Dawn opened the shower door and turned on the water. Angel stood by as the two girls went about getting things ready. Missy was washing the plug, Dawn was preparing an enema and a douche. When finished with the plug, Missy stepped into he shower and set up the shaving equipment around the bench in the shower stall.

Having Angel bend over, Dawn administer the enema. Angel could feel that this was more than the normal amount of liquid that she used in the mornings. Dawn re-inserted the plug and then checked for leaks. Standing Angel up the girls guided their victim into the shower. Angel could not remember ever feeling this bloated before in her life.

Both girls were very busy as they bathed their charge. They washed every inch and then to make sure they repeated the process. Angel was sure that Missy added additional pressure to the water flow from the douche bag. Angel smiled to herself as she wondered if Missy was going to get every bit of her Master’s seed that had been deposited in her the night before. Angel knew that Missy could not get it all. Because her Master had enjoyed both her pussy and her mouth the night before and Angel had swallowed every drop that Master gave to her mouth.

Leading Angel over to the bench in the shower her cuffs were released and then re-secured in front of her. Once she was laid down on the bench Dawn and Missy went about their assigned chore of removing all of Angel’s body hair. The shaving out of the way, Missy once again wanted to play. Running her finger up and down Angel’s slit. Bringing the flat of her finger to rest on Angel’s clit, lightly. Then moving again to run the length of the slit between Angel’s legs. Just as Missy brought her mouth to bear on Angel’s little button of joy, Dawn tapped her on the shoulder and said, “”Come on we do not have time for this.”

Out of the shower, and dried, Angel’s plug was removed and she was finally allowed to relieve herself. As her insides returned to normal, Angel thought to herself that she now truly understood the meaning of the word “relief”. Just the fact that all the pressure was released seemed to cause a bit of pain as her bowels expelled their dirt and shrunk back to normal size. Once this task was completed Missy and Dawn moved her over to the bidet and finished by cleaning her up again.

Angel was then led out of the bathroom and into her Master’s bedroom. Although Angel wondered why her plug had not been replaced she was sure that her Master was going to come to his room and use her this morning. Just the idea caused her to get wet in anticipation.

Standing Angel in the middle of the room the girls first placed a blindfold on her. Dawn then said, “Angel, be sure to tell us of any discomfort. You will be like this most of the day.”

“What does my Master have planned?”

In between her giggles Missy said, “Just wait and you will see … so to speak.” 

The handcuffs were removed and Angel stood there nude, blindfolded with her hands at her sides when she heard Master Keith’s voice asking his slaves, :”Is she ready?”

“She is, Master.” Dawn responded.

Angel could not believer her ears. Was her Master going to allow Master Keith to use her as his own slave, she thought. Angel always had known that someday it would most likely happen. That her Master would ask her to show her submission by allowing a stranger to use her as his own slave, but she was not sure that she was ready to submit to any other than her own Master.

Master Keith lifted Angel’s breast as he was checking the weight of each one. Pinching her nipples as he stretched them out and her body started to respond. Her nipples were getting harder and her moisture began to flow. Master Keith broke the silence, “We will need to build a support bra for these huge boobs.”

Angel could hear one of the girls trot off while Master Keith continued to play with her breast. Every so often he would slide a finger between her legs telling her to open up. When she had coated his finger with her own juices he brought up and under her nose and ask her if the smell of her own arousal turned her on. Angel would nod her head, but only slightly. She did not wish to admit to Master Keith just how much his nipple play did excite her. Or, maybe it was that she did not wants to acknowledge it. Not even to herself.

That did surprise Angel. The fact that she was responding to Master Keith’s masterful hands as he played her body. She could feel her breathing get deeper and more rapid, her breast were swelling, the nipples getting as hard as little pebbles and the moister produced between her legs was seeping out and she could feel it on the inside of her thighs. As all of this came to Angel’s mind she stared to cry behind her blindfold. She found it very painful that her body would respond to another man that was not her Master. Angel wondered just how she could remain a loyal slave if an other man could excite her in this manor.

Keith continued to play with Angel as she could hear Missy’s giggling return. Dawn reached from behind her and told her to raise her arms above her head. It was just about all that Angel could do to control herself enough to avoid an orgasm when she realized just what is was that Master Keith and his slaves were doing. Angel just loved it when her Master would make her wear a rope bra, and that is just what they were doing to her now.

Angel tried to protect herself from the almost overwhelming sensations as Keith, and his slaves, wrapped Angel in his rope. First over the top of her breast as if they were trying to force boobs down. Then they would bring the rope under the breast as if they were trying to force those big boobs up. Finally they brought into play a smaller rope they used to wrap each individual tit in. This forced the blood and tissue out into the breast and away from the body.

With each wrapping that Keith, and company, applied Angel’s breast became more and more sensitive. She could feel the wetness of her pussy start to run down her inner thighs. She moaned, “Ohhhh, Master Keith, may I cum?”

“No Angel. You may not cum.” Master Keith stopped playing with Angel’s tits and allowed his two slave to continue their preparation of Angel.

Angel was told to drop her hands. Her wrist and ankle cuffs were reapplied. As her collar was put on her, Angel thought that there must be something wrong. Master seldom used the leather collar and cuffs when they were going out. It was Master’s preference when they were out of the house to use the metal collar and cuffs. The ones that looked like bracelets and a necklace. 

Angel’s thoughts were interrupted as the girls placed a rather wide leather belt around Angel’s waist. Once secured in place she was ordered to bend at the waist and spread her legs wide. Dawn took a place behind and between Angel’s legs. Angel then felt her pussy lips being opened and a metal object passing through the portal of her womanhood. The object did not remain long as Dawn pulled it right out. Just as quickly as she felt the object vacate its spot in her vagina she could feel this thing pushing at her rectum. She started to relax and in this thing went. Next she felt an other object enter her pussy. As she was ordered to stand up straight she was also told not to let either item drop from its place.

Angel could feel Missy squatting in front of her. Missy was spreading Angel’s pussy lips. She was pulling them open enough that Angel was concerned about whatever the gadget was that they had inserted into her vagina would escape. Angel did not have to worry long, though. Dawn was pulling a leather strap between her legs. The thin piece of leather was connected to the belt they had placed around her waist. Dawn was pulling the strap between her lips and up the crack of her ass. As she was attaching the strap to the back of Angel’s belt she pulled it extra tight as if she was trying to split Angel in half.

Dawn and Missy put the finishing touches on their work by attaching Angel’s wrist cuffs to her belt. Then straps were attached to Angel’s legs just above her knees. Angel knew just what the leg straps were for. Her legs were going to be held open for a period of time. Master likes to use these straps when he was gong to pin her into the “totally open” look, as he would call it.

The two girls stepped back to admire the look that they had created on Master’s slave. A touch up of hair here and an adjustment to the harness there, but in general they were happy with their efforts. Taking hold of Angel’s left nipple Dawn pulled as she told Angel, “It is time to go Angel.” Snapping a leash on Angel’s collar she led was the out into the hall and then down the stairs were her Master waited.

“Angel, you look wonderful this morning. I trust you have a relaxing time with Keith and his girls.” Scott gave Angel a kiss and brushed the back of his hands across each nipple.

“Master, were are we going?” Angel queried with some excitement in her voice. Then as an after thought Angel added, “Good morning, Master.”

Lifting his fingers to her lips Scott said, “Hush Angel. Today will be an exercise in trust. You will need to trust me if we are to be successful.” Angel started to speak, but Master just lightly touched his fingers to her lips. Scott took her leash, gave her a light pull and said, “We are off.”

As they stepped out into the morning air, Angel could feel the change in temperature on her bare skin. There was a light breeze that played with her already over sensitive nipples. Angel realized that her nipples were getting more and more sensitive with each passing minute that they were incased in her rope bra. She was sure that if she could get anyone to play with the nipple of even one breast she would cum in less than 30 seconds.

Master continued to lead her across the porch , down the steps and to the waiting car. The girls helped Angel keep her balance as she walked down the steps. Angel could feel the coolness of the metal of their vehicle as she got near. There was something different though. This was not Master’s normal limousine with Mike driving. This was larger. As the girls helped to guide Angel’s feet on the running board it became clear to her that this was a van. Angel’s thoughts took control of her mind and she started to speak, “Master ….”

Master cut her off, “Hush my dear, and trust.”

Keith’s slaves continued to get Angel ready for her trip, or would be better stated as her ordeal. The back of the seat was lower until Angel was almost laying down. Her cuffs were released from her belt and reattached to something behind her and on the floor of the van. Her legs were then pulled wide and the knee straps were connected to the base of the seat.

As Angel listened to her Master thanking Keith for all his assistants this morning, she was picturing just how she looked. Her breast was swollen in their rope bra. Master Keith was an expert at tying up a slave’s breast. He tied them just tight enough to reduce the blood circulation so that they would swell and get more sensitive, but then he did not tie them tight enough to do any real damage. Yes she must have made a pretty sight, Angel thought. Laying back in her seat, breast popping out and her legs wide enough for King Kong to fuck her. She shivered at that thought.

Master took his seat behind the wheel and started the engine. Angel turned her face towards him and started to ask a question, but thought better of it. She could feel her Master turn in his seat as he spoke in a soft voice, “We are going to my mountain retreat. It will take a some time to get there. All you need to do is lay there, remain quiet, enjoy what is in store for you and trust me. If you insist in asking all your questions I will be forced to gag you. Do you understand?” She nodded her acceptance.

Master put the truck in gear and they started to move down the drive. As they turned on to the main road leading to the expressway Master started to explain, “On this trip Angel you will remain bound just as you are. I am sure you have felt those wires between your legs … well they are connected to sensors mounted on the outside of the van. Every time we pass a truck on our right, or if a truck passes us on our right, one or both of these sensors with go off. Something like this ….”

Angel jerked in her seat as she felt the extremely strong vibrations in her rear passage. The intensity of the vibrations made it impossible for her to just sit in her position, and as they settled down Angel felt like her whole lower region was quivering like Jell-O.

She was still breathing hard, but beginning to get control of her breath when the second jolt hit her. Only this time it came from her pussy, and the vibrations were even stronger than the first ones. Although, Angel knew that unit was imbedded inside her vagina it felt like it was making direct contact with her clit. This time as the vibrations faded away it was not only her lower region of her torso, but her legs were trembling as well.

“You will have these feelings while we are near a truck, and the driver of that truck will be able to watch you put on a show for them through the windows.”

“Master, Please don’t do this to me. Don’t shame me this way.” Angel pleaded. Her begging was to no avail. The only response her pleading brought from her Master was for the van to be pulled over and a gag placed in her mouth.

While they were stopped Scott ran his hands up and down her torso. Feeling how the leather strap opened her labia and how the ropes held her breasts firmly in their bra. As Master felt the smoothness of her skin, the trembling that came from within and the pure anxiety generated by her desire to please her Master. Scott asked, “Do you trust me Angel?”

She nodded that she did.

“Are you ashamed of what you are?”

She answered by shaking her head, “No.”

“Then it must be that you are ashamed of your Master.”

Again she answered by shaking her head, “No.” Only this time her movement was more violent to amplify her response.

“Well then, if you trust me, and you are not ashamed that you are a slave or that I am your Master then we should have no more problems.”

Angel nodded her agreement.

“Angel, I always want you to be proud of who and what you are, and now you have the chance to show every truck driver that we pass just what you are and to whom you belong.”

Scott then turned back into his seat, put the truck in gear and they were off.

Angel was left to her feelings and to her thoughts. It only took a few minutes and she could feel the truck increasing its speed and she knew they were entering the expressway. Angel listens with everything that was in her for those tell tails sounds of the large trucks. The ones big enough for the drivers to look down into the windows of the van and see her in all her glory. She wondered just what those drivers would think of her and her Master.

It did not take long and she could hear one of those big rigs coming along side. Angel began to brace herself for the vibrations to hit, but there was nothing. She started to question what was going on when she realized this truck was on the left side. Every sound seemed to be amplified. Every movement of the van seems to be exaggerated. Angel thought it was a lot like when you are just about to dose off in a car and the movements keep shaking you back awake.

Angel could feel Master making lane adjustments and finally he seemed to be able to smooth out the speed that he wanted. As acute as her hearing was Angel almost did not notice the sound of the first truck that they passed. The vibrations hit. The first ones were just in her pussy and moved to her rear as they passed the truck. All in all it only took a few seconds and Angel could relax again.


Mountain Retreat



Authors note. A warning to all readers, everything that follows is of course pure fantasy, it is not my, or my partner's life style; neither are we promoting it as normal practice. 

As a new contributor to Literotica I naively allowed public comment to be enabled, thinking that I would receive at least constructive criticism, sadly this was not the case. To the anonymous scumbag that denigrated my upbringing and parentage I wish only eternal damnation, to others that wish to hide behind anonymity without giving constructive criticism, please don't read any further. 

To those that want to talk seriously and constructively, I welcome feedback, and assure you that all sensible communications that require it will be answered. 

My stories are placed in the relevant categories with some thought, those in the group sex category involve multiple partners, usually with one woman, those in the wives category involve wives with multiple partners. 

My 'husband's' whilst technically 'cuckolds' are never 'wimps' or 'subservient'. 

My super heroes all have big cock's and some I admit are black, that does not mean that I believe the black race is superior, neither do I believe that once fucked by a black man there is no return. 

I am a non-racist white, who loves and respects his 'faithful' partner but, like most of the population of this world, I have fantasies. You now know what follows, if it might offend you, please do not read on!!!

*

What follows are two accounts of a holiday, my wife and I recently enjoyed in the Alps. There are two accounts as my own seemed so lacking in detail after she had narrated her own, and I felt that our readers might be deprived if left with the meager rendition I had come up with. Not only that but her account turned me on so much, it has changed my life.

It was fast approaching dusk as Susan approached the mountain hut. It had been a bright warm day for this time of early spring but the temperature had dropped suddenly as the sun had sunk beyond the horizon and Susan was glad to see the welcoming sight of smoke drifting from the chimney of the large single storey wooden building. At least it meant someone was in residence. 

Over the past couple of days the couple had visited several such huts and most had been cold, empty and unwelcoming. Susan didn't usually mind the lack of company but every evening that they had been alone it was her that had to prepare the food, and after a days hard walking she just didn't have the energy. 

It was no wonder she thought that so often Rob her husband had had to go to bed without the fuck he longed for. Even so, it seemed silly that this holiday in the Alps, planned for so long had turned into such a grind, culminating in a row that afternoon when Rob had suggested that they pitch their tent and crawl into the double sleeping bag. 

Susan didn't know why she had turned upon him so bitchily and shouted that she wasn't his personal whore and to fuck off. She had left him sitting on a boulder staring out at the distant mountains, his eyes full of hurt and bewilderment. 

It wasn't that she was unhappy, or that they had problems or worries. She just felt frustrated. Now she wished he was here. She hated going into buildings on her own, especially when she knew there was someone she didn't know inside. She sighed, called herself the cow she knew she was and made her way to the huge wooden door. 

Surprisingly it opened easily and quietly, the massive hinges having been well greased to protect against the extremes of weather at this altitude. She stepped into the warmth, her eyes had not quite adjusted to the darkness within and it took several seconds to get her bearings. 

Closing the door behind her she examined the large oblong room with its fire blazing against the long outside wall. Around the edges of the room were a number of double bunks and along the centre a large wooden table was set for at least a dozen places, with bottles of wine and pitchers of beer placed randomly along its centre. Opposite the fire a door led from the room and she could hear the clattering of pots and pans coming from the back of the hut. 

She took off her rucksack and removed her boots and calling out, "bon jour", so as not to startle whoever was in the other room; she hesitantly made her way to and through the door pausing just inside the big warm kitchen. 

"Bon jour," she said again in her schoolgirl French. A tall girl with long fair hair stood at a sink preparing vegetables, she turned and a huge smile lit her face. 

"Hello," she said, wiping her hands on the pinny covering her simple skirt. "Come on in". "Oh, you're English," said Susan not quite hiding her surprise.

"Yes, born and bred. I came over for the skiing last winter and was offered a job doing a spot of cooking during the summer. Sit down and I'll make a cuppa, or would you prefer a glass of wine?"

"Oh, a cup of tea would be lovely, it seems ages since I've had one." Susan said as she pulled a chair up to the big central table covered with pots, pans and dishes full of chopped vegetables and meats waiting for cooking. "You seem to be preparing a feast."

"I'm looking after a group of students and volunteers that are working on the paths and up on the higher ice climbs, clearing up the mess left by the winter's climbing and skiing. They'll be back in an hour or so. If you want to use the tub before they get back you'd better get a move on as it's communal and it can get a bit rough. We'll be the only girls here tonight. Are you walking on your own?"

"No, I'm with my husband. We had a bit of a tiff earlier and he may be spending the night in our tent. I'll take my tea into the tub if that's all right? Then I can get to bed early if you don't mind, I don't feel like eating and I'd prefer to keep out of all of those men's way. What's your name by the way? Mine's Susan."

"I'm Ginnie. Grab your things and jump in the hot tub. I hope you've got towels as we don't supply them and unfortunately we all sleep in the main room, so you might have a noisy night".

Susan returned to the main room retrieved her rucksack and followed Ginnie through the kitchen and on to a large veranda where there was a bath the size of a small swimming pool. Stripping off she slipped into the hot tub with her underwear, which she quickly scrubbed in the searingly hot water. 

Ten minutes later, she slipped naked into her sleeping bag pausing only to roll up clean knickers inside a tee shirt, as she knew that having had a cup of tea before bed she would need a pee during the night and in a room full of men it would be very embarrassing to be searching through her rucksack in the dark. Hardly had her head touched the pillow than she was asleep.





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Despite initially slowing the pace of their thrusts the two men gradually speeded up their tempo and soon both of them were shafting Susan at an incredible rate. Neither of them could last long and soon both of Susan's holes were filled with more spunk. The fucking continued and soon Susan had spunk dripping from her face, in her hair, over her by now red raw tits and streaming from her cunt and bum. 

The middle aged man had no trouble the next time he placed himself between her Susan's legs and soon Rob saw the biggest cock he had ever seen disappear into his wife's cunt. 

It wouldn't be a lie to say that Susan must have received the hardest fucking that any woman could and survive but survive she did and thrived. It was the man that walked away shagged, and Susan that provoked the crowd, baiting them that they were wimps. 

She sat over Ralph's cock and slid it easily into her cunt beginning her thrusting; Rob passed the camera back to its now exhausted owner and indicated for him to film. He moved behind Susan and slipped his cock into her stretched cunt, next to the one already in situ and began to thrust deeply inside his wife. 

If Susan realised it was her husband thrusting inside of her she didn't show it, allowing Ralph to play with her tits, pulling them roughly up and down and from side to side and Rob frigging her clit. Susan came again and again, passing out so that she didn't notice as another two streams of come flooded her over inundated cunt.

After the enjoyment of sharing his slut of a wife's cunt with another cock, Rob retreated behind the camera and once more, filmed the action. Time after time Susan's body accepted the cocks of all the men present, until at last, early in the morning the supply of film ran out and the men's balls were emptied. Susan was at last allowed to sleep.

After breakfasting with the men and arranging with the owner of the camera for a copy of the video to be sent to him, Rob left the hut and walked back to the tent, his mind still reeling from the actions of the night before. 

Later in the morning Susan appeared bright as a pin, fresh from the hot tub and a good breakfast. She wasn't walking quite as stridently as the day before and when she sat on his sleeping bag she winced. When he asked if she had a problem she passed it over saying that she had slept in an uncomfortable position.





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The elderly man gripped hold of Susan's head and forcing open her mouth proceeded to fuck it with a huge gnarled cock. 

Meanwhile the last man had stood astride Susan's back and was bent over gripping her flailing tits, tweaking the nipples. Seeing what was happening Rob could hold out no longer and filled Susan's bum with his cum. 

Susan seemed in continuous orgasm and was howling. How she managed it with a mouth full of thrusting cock was amazing. No sooner had Rob moved from between his wife's legs than he was replaced by the boy who thrust his sizeable cock into Susan's dripping cunt and began an energetic hammering, forcing Susan forward onto the cock that invaded her mouth. 

Rob, recovering went to his rucksack and found his camera. He knew he had to have a record of this event and fortunately he had half a dozen rolls of film unused. Over the next two hours Rob had managed to record Susan receiving a load of spunk from each of the men in her cunt and her bum, as well as dozens of photographs of her sucking the cocks back to hardness. 

Both the younger men had come into her mouth and the teenager had also managed to spray streams of spunk all over her tits. Fortunately, with the mountain stream in such close proximity all of the participants were able to clean up and much fun was had as the four men played with the willing woman. 

The three men were staying in a chalet about four miles down the valley and invited the couple to join them. Unfortunately, Rob and Susan's holiday was coming to an end the next day and they had to catch a bus to the airport the following morning for a late evening flight home. 

The men all good English speakers, persuaded them that they could stay the night and they would be given a lift to the airport in time to catch the plane. Nodding to each other the couple agreed and with Rob and Susan hand in hand the group enjoyed a happy afternoons walk to the not to distant chalet.





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This is probably one of my favorite places in the whole wide world-it's actually a piece of land in Montana I'd like to own...someday. 

Let me set the scene:

We live on a mountain retreat, 100 acres of wooded pine and evergreen trees, a small creek with two waterfalls runs through our land. It's a nice warm summer's weekend day...

It goes like this: Enjoy!

After a peaceful night's sleep we get up and have a wonderful breakfast cooked by me. I ask you what your plans are for the day and you tell me you'd like to work on the 'pathway' at the creek, where we're installing a picnic table overlooking the stream, and ask if I'd like to come with you.

"I'll be along later," I tell you.

You go out, load the ATV with the equipment and tools, and you're on your way...Meanwhile, in the house, I'm planning a little surprise for you, which involves a friend. After a few hours of digging, grading and laying forms for the cement pad, you stop for a break...you hadn't noticed yet that I'm walking down the path toward you wearing a halter-top and a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a backpack.

"Hey darlin'," I speak up as I give you a kiss and nibble at your neck as you tell me how I look good in the halter and shorts I'm wearing. I spread a blanket on the ground and display the contents of my pack, sandwiches and cold drinks.

Together we sit on the blanket and eat the picnic lunch. We snuggle, kissing softly. You thank me for the snack and ask me if I'm going back while I place the leftovers in the pack after finishing eating. 

"No, I think I'll stay around for a while," and tell you I'm going to take a short walk up to the waterfall and will be back soon.

An hour has passed and I still haven't returned. You decide to come after me to see if I'm okay. It's about 1 p.m. and the sun is at its highest and so is the heat. It doesn't take long for you to find me sunbathing in the nude next to the waterfall.

"Hey baby, I thought you were going to come right back?" you say as you sit down beside me.

"That was my plan, but after I got here and saw how peaceful it looked and how hot it is today I thought I'd take a sunbath." I roll over on my back and greet your sexy mouth with a long passionate kiss, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.

I begin to undress you, taking off your shirt, running my fingers over your chest, planting a few kisses along the way. Off come your shoes and socks. As I pull your shorts down I'm careful to put a hand around your hardening cock and guide it out of its confined space. All your clothes are off and you lay down next to me. You wrap your arms around me and pull me close. We enjoy another hot deep kiss. 

"How about a dip in the creek to rinse some of the sweat off?" you ask. 

"Sounds great."

We wade into the deepest part of the creek, playing, splashing. We sit down in the water about mid-chest deep. I reach underwater and wrap my hand around your hardened cock and give a gentle squeeze. I tell you to lean back against the rocks and enjoy. Just then I slide under the water and you feel my very hot lips engulf your extremely rock hard cock as I take it in my mouth. Feel my tongue as it swirls around and around the head of that luscious cock. I've brought all 10 inches to aching hardness. I come back up and we move to a more shallow part of the creek. We sit down on a rock that is partially submerged. I reach down and work my fingers on my sweet little coochie and locate my clit while you reach down and wrap your hand around that hardened monster cock and begin to stroke yourself. 

I begin to rub my little love button in rhythm with yours as you stroke your shaft....Mmmmmmmmm...stop! I say, let me do that. First my hand grips your cock and slowly begins to stroke you. 

"Baby, you are so good at this!" you say, moaning....And leaning over, you kiss my hardened nipple and tweak it between your teeth. I moan, throwing my head back the other nipple while my hand works on the gigantic rod.

You moan with pleasure and I lean down to take your cock into my mouth...I run my tongue up and down the shaft, flicking a lick over your balls. I begin to suck greedily, licking as I bob my head up and down, swirling around the head, flicking to and fro over the sensitive underside. You place your hand on the back of my neck and run your fingers through my hair, caressing my face, tracing your fingers around my mouth as I suck the hell out of your big dick. You move your hands back to the back of my neck and move along with my intense sucking. You apply a small amount of pressure and coax me to take more into my mouth.

"Feels good, baby," you moan and urge me to suck your cock harder. You want me to take it all the way in...as much as I can...I take more of it down my throat and suck harder and harder. "Aahhhh yes, baby, suck it baby, yes, baby."

You grunt loudly several times and I feel your cock quiver. You let out a loud moan, grunting, as you pump your hips upwards, thrusting into my mouth and down my throat and you begin to cum....I pull back as you call out your relief, bellowing to the world to hear, "Ohhhhh yes!" 

We watch as each heavy spurt hits my face, neck, and breasts. I slide down in the water to rinse myself off....Then as I come back up, we step to the shore and you push me down on the sand and dive right into my hot wet cunt. You spread my legs and find my pussy lips with your tongue and lap up my hot juices. It doesn't take long to make me cum again.

"You're a hot bitch today, honey," you tell me and shove your tongue into my pussy as deep as it will go. I moan and buck my hips in rhythm with you. Your tongue flicks back and forth over my clit and I scream, cumming instantly. Your mouth and tongue feel real heavenly on my swollen clit and wet coochie. I let out another scream as you twist a finger into my tight ass and two more into my sweet little puss. I squeeze my muscles tight around your fingers and scream as I cum once more. You use your tongue faster and faster on my clit as your fingers work on my ass and pussy. 

I scream again, "I'm cummmmiingg! Ohhhhhhhhh yesss YES! YES! YES! OOOOOOOOOhhhh YESSSS!!!!" and tell you to lick the fuck out of my cunt and clit! I tense up and scream. 

Just then you feel a flood of female juices gush out over your mouth, tongue and fingers...my sweet cum is hot and delicious...my cunt pumps it out gush after gush to soak your face....Before I've even begun to come down from that incredible hot orgasm, you move between my legs and slide that monster cock into my pussy, burying it to the hilt-YES! I scream and we move together...feeling like you wanna fuck the hell out of my cunt, a purely animalistic fuck our brains out fuck....I wrap my legs around your back and hold on while you start banging your cock inside my tight hole with the power of a possessed sex demon! In and out, harder, faster, we both moan together and I dig my nails into your back.

"Harder," I scream, not caring whether it'll hurt or how sore I'll be...we're both in a state of sexual frenzy and you slam into me as hard as you can. Our moans grow louder. Our breathing coming in short pants, and I scream as I begin to cum as your cock hits my g-spot repeatedly.

The frantic fuck lasts for what seems forever as I cum several more times. You're thrusting in as hard and as fast as you possibly can and soon I hear your moans, grunts and groans getting as loud as mine as you begin to cum too. I join you and we cum together, moaning, screaming, as you cum inside me.

"Take it, baby, take it all," you moan as you empty the last of your seed within my hot pussy.

You give me a soft kiss before you lead me into the creek to rinse off. Then we dress, walk down the path and gather all the tools, packing them on the ATV. I hop on the back and we head for home....What a perfect afternoon! 



Mountain Retreat



They agreed to meet in the little mountain resort he had found on-line. Excitement and wonder were all he could think about as he drove the Corvette north. Naturally the border was harder than usual to cross, but his excitement kept him going. 

The resort was magnificent, the mountain views breathtaking. Steve's first thought was to make the room as inviting as possible. He left the blinds open to enjoy the view from the bed since no one could see in.

Making his way downstairs Steve sat in the lobby waiting impatiently, nervously. They had talked so many times on-line and the phone he felt he knew her yet was anxious since he was old enough to be her father.

His questions stilled as Natalie walked thru the door and into the lobby. She was dressed exactly as he envisioned. Every ounce of his being quivered as he gazed on her beauty. Jumping to his feet they took hands for the first time. Slowly he pulled her into his arms and they kissed, tentatively at first then with deep rooted passion.

Natalie said she needed to use the ladies room just off the lobby to freshen up before dinner.

The dining room was virtually empty as they entered and selected a secluded booth with a great view. Steve waited as Natalie was seated, then sat across from her. The conversation seemed to pick up where their on-line talks and phone calls had ended. As he gazed at her Steve was not sure if she would pick up on the fact that his eyes were undressing her as she spoke. Beyond that he could only hope he was reading her eyes and expressions correctly.

The wine was perfect and the meal eloquent. When he returned to the table Natalie patted the bench and slid closer to the window. Her dress hiked up a bit and more of her thigh was visible. She made no effort to tug her dress down so, ever so gently, Steve's hand found a spot just above the knee. Almost as tacit approval she gave him a gentle kiss on the neck. As they watched the sunset over the mountains his hand moved ever so slightly higher. Again a kiss although this time a gentle nibble on the ear lobe was felt as Steve thought he saw Natalie move her right leg further away. 

His hand moved yet higher as they finished their wine. Her kisses on the neck became more frequent as his fingers almost, but not quite, went all the way to her love canal.

The next kiss was gentle on his neck, but Natalie raised her hand to turn his head so they could kiss deeply. Tongues swept thru and gently touched. Startled he discovered Natalie was wearing a pair of crotch-less panties, and his fingers felt the sweet nectar she was making - or maybe he was with the attention.

He tasted it then offered his fingers to her. Almost purring she asked to see the room.

The hall seemed an endless journey. It was tolerable because they kept stopping and kissing. Each kiss was a longer embrace, Steve was sure she could feel his manhood swelling, pressing against her.

Pushing the door closed with his foot they locked in a long, long wet kiss. He could feel Natalie pressing & grinding, almost massaging his manhood with her sweet spot. The bellboy had brought her luggage up but this was not the time.

They tore at each others' clothes as kisses covered the skin as it was exposed. Every inch of exposed skin was kissed and touched. Gently he guided her back and sat Natalie on the bed with her legs dangling over the side. Kneeling before her he lifted and kissed each toe, foot and ankle. Steve slowly kissed his way up her legs. Each time he dipped a little more into the inner thigh until she laid back and spread her legs wide.

Ahh, but not yet. Steve kissed all the way up Natalie's body to her face and lips; then kisses worked down the other side to the left foot. Each revolution became smaller, his kisses went less high until her breasts and knees were the limits. Her nipples felt his hot breath coming then felt as he bit them. Her legs kept trying to spread open as his kisses descended toward her knees.

Only when Natalie's breathing got fast and her sounds became guttural did Steve begin kissing around her love canal, very close but not quite there until, without warning her hands captured his head and pressed it against her sweet most sensitive spot. His fingers opened her wide so his tongue could penetrate, dancing against the inner walls of her love canal. Slowly he slipped in one then two fingers moving his mouth to her love button. As he kissed it he sucked it into his mouth and held it firmly letting his tongue torture it as he clit grew in his mouth.

Saturday morning the lodge was deserted as we emerged from breakfast. The layout of the lobby permitted unrestricted views of the mountain majesty as the crackling fire created a warm glow. The couches were inviting and secluded.

The desk clerk wandered over and asked if we had missed the tour? Assuring him we had not he volunteered that we would be pretty much alone today but that he would keep the fire going. 

Nathalie's face and cheeks glowed in the bright sunshine as it streamed thru the windows. The sun radiated thru each strand of hair as we snuggled together.

As they kissed she did not mind as Steve's hand slid under her sweater. His hand wandered as his kisses covered her face and neck then slid her hair up for more neck to nibble and kiss. 

The desk clerk announced he was taking a break and stepping outside for air. Nathalie lay her head in Steve's lap allowing his hand to wander freely under her clothes. The teasing of her lips and hot breath thru his clothing caused Steve to squirm as his manhood grew. Steve's hands got more adventuresome. The roving hands moved from Nathalie's breasts and nipples down to her sweet love canal and played freely. 

As Nathalie squirmed at Steve's touch he slipped a finger, then two inside her. Her head pushed harder between his legs as his fingers pulsated in her, gradually explored every bit of Nathalie's inner self.

She unzipped Steve and started kissing the part protruding under his boxers. His fingers caused her to tremble. 

Glancing out Steve realized the desk clerk had returned and he was pretty sure the clerk was playing with himself. As Steve whispered this in Nathalie's ear she absolutely glowed. With twinkling eyes Nathalie suggested Steve invite him over.

Calling him over, he arrived with a huge bulge in his pants, which he tried to hide behind some wood for the fire. Nathalie called him closer. In a flash she unzipped him and freed his member. As Nathalie touched him, both men stood up. Steve bent Nathalie over the couch, and as she felt him filling her very hot wet pussy she began to suck the clerk. Steve had barely began pumping he when the clerk shot a huge load. Nathalie drank him and milked his balls with her hands as Steve blew an equally big load deep within her hot dripping cunt.

With two virile men available Nathalie still wanted more. Looking the desk clerk in the eye, she stood up & walked around the couch to sit perched on the edge of the cushions. 

"Kneel" she told the clerk as she opened her thighs wide. 

As he enthusiastically began to lave her slit with his tongue, she looked at her older lover. His eyes were bright with his recently spent lust and the erotic scene in front of him. She leaned back against the couch, reaching up to take his glistening member in her hand. Gently she tugged him towards her as she opened her mouth to taste him.

"Mmmmm," she murmured, "delicious."

It did not take long before she could feel her lover hardening again. Her mouth was like magic on his shaft, her hands massaged his balls while he watched her younger lover worship her pussy.

She could feel fingers thrusting into her pussy while the clerk nibbled and sucked on her clit. She couldn't sit still and she couldn't be quiet. Nathalie's soft moans were accompanied by the harsh breathing of her lovers and the occasional snap & pop from the fireplace. Hands began to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples driving her desire up a notch.

Nathalie began to thrash on the couch, sucking harder on the cock in her mouth as if he was trying to get away. The fingers in her pussy thrust harder, adding another finger so three were filling her hole.

Her hips bucking and moans escaping her lips, she came hard as one lover spent his load in her mouth. Her second lover groaned between her legs as he stroked himself to completion a second time as well.

The lobby was quiet as the three slowly regained their normal breathing.

A pretty blush stained her cheeks as she realized that she was mostly naked in the lobby. Her top was really all she had on and it was not covering very much. The men tucked their spent members away in their pants as they watched her don her clothes.

She thanked the clerk and asked when his shift was over. He might be an interesting playmate for them later.

Steve & Nathalie talked as they strolled enjoying the mountain serenity. Together they replayed the wonder of Friday evening and that morning with Robby the desk clerk. Passionate kisses punctuated their stroll and they ground their bodies together more with each session. 

Going back into the lodge Robby motioned the couple over. Robby told them he lived on the property, then asked if he could join the couple in their suite mid afternoon after a shower. With a wicked vixen grin Nathalie assured him he'd be welcome. 

After lunch Nathalie told Steve to take a walk while she made preparations. Upon returning to the suite, Steve found her in heels, mesh stockings and a loose fitting shirt, unbuttoned, that she had found in his drawer. 

They were slow dancing when the knock was heard. Robby stood there staring wide eyed at Nathalie, then at Steve who was wearing only a pair of boxers tented from his erection. The twinkle in Nathalie's eyes told Steve they were approaching Robby together. Methodically they undressed Robby never permitting him to touch them. 

Robby was told to sit and stay as Nathalie and Steve enjoyed foreplay -- Robby was allowed to observe but not to touch himself. When Nathalie lay on the bed, she spread her legs wide for Steve. He placed his face between her legs, letting his fingers, mouth and tongue work her body into a sexual frenzy. Not being able to wait any longer, Steve placed pillows under her hips and plunged deep into Nathalie's sopping hot cunt. 

Laying on the bed entwined, they asked the naked Robby to come to them. Robby kissed Nathalie's head and face tweaking and biting her nipples as Steve's movements became faster and deeper. 

Robby stood with his young member over Nathalie's waiting mouth. As her tongue found it, Robby began to moan. Nathalie took Robby deep into her throat and moved slowly, as Steve was doing inside her pussy. Steve's kisses moved up her chest, kissed her neck then moving to Robby's suspended sacks. His tongue moved on Robby's balls as Steve's hand rubbed Robby's eager ass. Robby's initial shock turned instantly to pleasure as they both worked to milk every ounce of his juices from his young body.

Steve's cock was still hard inside Nathalie as Robby collapsed, his energy spent on a hard come. She squeezed her pussy muscles around Steve's cock as she took his tongue inside her mouth. Steve could taste Robby's spunk in her mouth, but mostly he could taste her. Nathalie reached down to his butt and dug her nails in, urging him to grind deeper into her. As her muscles contracted around him again, Steve came yelling her name. He reached between their bodies to rub Nathalie's clit making her come, screaming, seconds behind him.

While they were coming, Robby was beginning to recover. He was still a little unsure of himself, but he watched them on the bed with interest and excitement in his eyes. Nathalie gestured for him to come to her. Laying beside Steve on the bed, she opened her legs for Robby and he eagerly began to lick and stroke Nathalie. Steve were sated, but began rubbing, squeezing and pinching her breasts to help excite and stimulate her. Steve kissed and nibbled on her neck and it was like she hadn't come at all. It seemed like hours that they both caressed Nathalie, her skin prickled as the cool air touched her damp skin.

Robby was kissing higher and higher as he crawled up Nathalie's body. Working in tandem Steve and Robby rolled her on her side -- Robby in front and Steve against her back. Nathalie could feel both their cocks pressing against her. She knew that they would fulfill her fantasy. As Robby suckled on a nipple, Nathalie threw her leg over his hip allowing open access where she wanted to be filled. Losing no time, Robby positioned the head of his erect cock at her opening and slowly pushed in. He moaned and she sucked in her breath -- it felt so good. 

Steve kissed her neck. She felt the cool, slippery sensation of the lube between her ass cheeks and Nathalie knew what he was doing. She tried to stay still but it was difficult -- she was so excited. Steve whispered "Relax -- I'll go slow." Then she felt his cock slide in the lube, pressing against her anal canal.

Robby began to pump his hips. "Wait," Nathalie told him. "I want both of you inside me first."

That was when Robby noticed what Steve was doing. The idea excited him, and Nathalie could feel him grow bigger inside her.

As Nathalie was talking to Robby, Steve slipped the head of his cock inside her. She could feel the pressure as he gently continued to push, then suddenly the pressure was gone and she just felt full. Full of cock. And she moaned. "Oh yes!"

"Now," Steve told Robby, "but slowly".

Nathalie watched Robby's eyes widen as he could feel Steve's cock rubbing along his inside her. As Steve moved Nathalie's hips rocked with him. Their breathing quickened, then so did Steve's pace. It was like Steve and Robby could read each other -- as if they had been double penetrating women for years. So well did they work together that Nathalie soon lost all coherence of thought and could only feel. Hands, mouths and cocks were all she knew. 

The pace quickened again. Hands and mouths got a little rougher. Nathalie's inner muscles contracted on whatever cock was pushing in. Groans and breath filled the room. "Faster," Robby said. "Harder," Steve said. All Nathalie could do was moan.

They both pumped into her hard and fast. In seconds Nathalie was screaming another orgasm. But the two men weren't finished. Steve continued to pump. Hard. Fast. They looked at each other and Steve could see Robby would come soon. Steve's hand reached around to her clit -- he you pinched her bud causing Nathalie to scream yet another orgasm to the room. The clenching of her muscles was too much for Robby and his cock exploded his second load into her pussy. Then it was Steve's turn. One, two, three strokes and he spent his seed inside Nathalie as well. The three lay there entwined as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

Basking in the beauty of shimmering light dancing thru her hair and off her chest, Robby and Steve seemed to have awakened at just the same moment. Maybe the reality was that Nathalie had a hand massaging each of them with wetted fingers.

Both men went from deep sleep to rock hard erections almost simultaneously. Slowly, deliberately Nathalie aroused them and yet held them at bay. They both knew now the true pleasure of Nathalie's inner caverns and throbbed to penetrate her. Again almost simultaneously Robby and Steve realized they were both restrained.

As Nathalie's nipples dragged over one of them the other was being stimulated with the soft flesh surrounding her pussy. She alternated between them, torturing the men but being sure they did not get too much pleasure too quickly. Kneeling between Robby and Steve, Nathalie made them watch as she inserted her favorite toy inside herself, turning it on, then using her hands to capture their pre-cum, which she used to stimulate and excite her nipples. 

The bed shook as Nathalie worked herself into a frenzy, both men only able to watch and occasionally feel her mouth or tongue on their dicks. As Nathalie's body shook with the power she had created, beads of sweat rolling down her neck and chest. She leaned close to them men, allowing them to lick at her skin, but showing no interest in letting them have their pleasure yet.

Nathalie told them she would loosen them if, and only if, they obeyed exactly. Robby and Steve were both stunned when she told them, while she watched they would have to suck each other until each of them was rock hard. When either of them appeared close to climax she separated them. Once she deemed they were hard enough, she lowered herself onto Robby. Steve lubed both his cock and her before sliding into her hot tight hole.

Nathalie started off setting the pace, keeping it to slow deep strokes. She used her inner muscles to squeeze both the cocks inside her, causing both men to groan. Steve reached around and massaged her breasts, occasionally pinching the nipples the way she liked. When Steve began to kiss and nibble on her neck, Nathalie lost control of the group rhythm and the men increased the pace. Robby took over care of Nathalie's tits, suckling and licking them with the occasional bite. 

Robby leaned back, laying down on the bed and taking Nathalie with him. Steve grabbed her hips and increased his pace again. Occasionally Steve would pull all the way out, only to ram all the way into Nathalie's dark hole. Her screams of pleasure filled the room, punctuated by the heavy breathing and occasional groan from the men. All three were enthralled by the passion of their threesome. The scent of sweat slick skin and sex filled the room. Nathalie was nearing her climax, when she felt Robby explode in her pussy. Robby's release triggered hers, and her muscle contraction triggered Steve's, each finding release within moments of the others. 

Steve collapsed on top of the others, then rolled to the side. Robby rolled as well ensuring the Nathalie's limp form remained sandwiched between the two men. As all three lover's breathing returned to normal sleep claimed them again, both men's cocks still inside Nathalie's wanton body.

In the morning Steve woke to find Robby gone and Nathalie dressed. As Steve got ready, Nathalie shared how she had sucked Robby off hours before when got up for work. She tantalized him with words and images while insisting on coffee before they could have more fun.

As they drank in the spectacular view they sipped their morning coffee, fingers entwined. The server kept the cups full and hot. They could not get enough of gazing at the mountain splendor as well as at each other.

When Vickie, the server, came over with the check Steve realized he had left his wallet in the room. Vickie smiled and said it was fine, and to just sign the check with the room number. When she mentioned she had the rest of the day off Steve asked if she would mind stopping by their room so they could give her the tip.

Late in the morning there was a gentle tap on the door. As Vickie entered the room she gazed around. Blushing she apologized and told them she had never seen any of the suites. Vickie also told the couple that while most guests had gone on a tour yesterday, she had used the time to do the decorations in the dining room. The dining room, she clarified, which was right off the lobby. Vickie then made it clear she had been enthralled as she watched Robbie in the lobby with them.

Slowly Steve approached Vickie from behind. He stood very close as they all talked knowing his breath was hitting the back of her young neck. Vickie took a step backward moving herself against him. Steve lifted her long auburn hair, stroking and kissing the back of her neck. Sensing no resistance, his hands slid under her blouse. Vickie blatantly moved back putting pressure on his manhood. 

Nathalie's position on the couch was perfect. As Steve removed Vickie's clothing he slowly walked her forward until Vickie's naked frame was directly in front of Nathalie. Vickie was wet with anticipation. Steve's hands had been all over her, a finger inside her as they moved forward.




Mountain Retreat



When Vickie's legs were against Nathalie on the couch Steve leaned Vickie forward, an arm on each side of Nathalie. Vickie was draped over Nathalie with her feet on the floor and her hands on the back of the couch. Nathalie had indicated that she wanted to experience a woman and Steve had delivered this one to her. 

Nathalie barely had to move in order to kiss and suckle Vickie's breasts. She whimpered the first time Nathalie bit her nipples, then she pushed them forward for more. Gradually Nathalie kissed her way lower. Soon she found it necessary to move to the floor so her head would be between young Vickie's succulent thighs. Nathalie's tongue devoured her target. 

Vickie's moans of pleasure got louder as Nathalie's tongue went inside her. Steve reached from behind to kneed Vickie's breasts and pinch at her nipples.

Taking Vickie to the bed they laid her down. Nathalie kissed as much as she could reach, before kneeling over Vickie's head. Tentatively at first she felt Vickie's tongue on her body. Quickly Nathalie discovered that after each thing Nathalie did to her, Vickie reciprocated on her own hot cunt. 

Moving Vickie lower on the bed Nathalie knelt again so Vickie's tongue could kiss, tease and manipulate her clit. Nathalie's moans of pleasure dwarfed Vickie's. As Nathalie's tongue worked Vickie's love canal and clit, Steve could not resist Nathalie. He penetrated Nathalie's hot, wet, sticky pussy, pushing deeper with each forward thrust.

Nathalie felt Steve's cock enter, filling her. Reaching around and under Vickie's legs, she opened Vickie's lips as far as she could, before once again lashing her young lover with her tongue.

Steve was hard and thick, thrusting into his lustful lover's body. It excited him to know that Vickie could see his thick shaft plunging in and out of Nathalie's canal. He watched Nathalie bury her head between Vickie's thighs and licked his lips. He wanted to taste both these pussies. He felt a light touch graze his balls, and his hips bucked forward pushing Nathalie deeper between Vickie's legs.

With the increased pressure on her pussy, Vickie became bold. She softly massaged Steve's testicles while she watched his cock slide in and out of Nathalie. The visual stimulus increased Vickie's excitement and her hips began rocking against Nathalie's mouth.

Nathalie felt the movement of her young lover. Nathalie inserted a couple of fingers into Vickie's pussy, finger fucking her while sucking on her excited clit. Nathalie pushed her own hips back and down to take advantage of both the cock and mouth servicing her.

Steve saw and felt the change in the women's rhythm and increased his own pace. They were so near and he wanted Nathalie to have her first taste of a woman's nectar so that he could taste it from her lips. His own pace became frantic. Three, four, then five thrusts and he came into Nathalie's waiting cavern.

Feeling Steve cum inside her, Nathalie felt Vickie bite on her clit and she screamed her orgasm into the warm, wet pussy in front of her.

Vickie could taste Steve's cum along with Nathalie's cream. In her effort to taste everything, she accidentally bit on Nathalie's clit. Nathalie's reaction was immediate. Vickie could feel the increased pressure against her sensitive lips and lost control to the strongest orgasm she'd ever had.

The trio sorted themselves out on the bed, so they were all in the same direction. Nathalie stroking Vickie's chest and stomach as she explained exactly how Steve was going to take Vickie once he recovered. Steve watched over Nathalie's should, as her hand slowly stroked lower and lower towards the vee in Vickie's legs.



Mountain Retreat



Through two and a half years of college I dated the same amazing gal. Suddenly she was able to graduate early, got accepted to a prestigious master's...in another state. Without much talking, she moved on. I was pretty broken up by it all and barely made it thru fall term finals. Winter break started. My best friend, Clark was by my side regularly. His gal was understanding and let us have a lot of time together. The week before Christmas, we all went out to a roadside dive. We were all travelling for the holiday; this was to be our last night out together for a couple of weeks. We found some blues on the jukebox and Clark and I took turns blues dancing with Amelia. I had fun, smiled for the first time in weeks. 

I was getting drunk, fast. They seemed to be right with me. Amelia went to the ladies room. Clark lifted his beer and said, "I'm glad to see you smile...I like seeing you two dance...y'all fit together..." we clinked bottles. She came back just as a song came on. I grabbed her on to the tiny dance floor. I caught Clark staring...his eyes level with our hips. I swung into the turns and felt our bodies mesh in movement. Clark licked his lips. Then tipping his bottle back groped himself while...leering at us. Amelia had her back to him. The song ended. She laughed as Clark rushed to tap my shoulder and took her back onto the floor. They danced far closer that we did. I watched them. Clark stared at me hard and nodded when her back was to me. 

He slid one hand down her back to just briefly cup her ass. I felt the flush of horniness that had left me when my gal did. Clark was showing off a bit...for me. We were all smiling. I signaled for another round. I adjusted my cock which was tingling in awareness of my balls three week load...The fleeting thought of how hard I was gonna jack off later made me adjust myself again. Clark timed a grope of her ass to my hands movements. 

We got really drunk; until a group of rowdy locals came in and changed up the juke box mix. Clark grabbed a six pack and we huddled out into the cold. I remember starting to take a left on my street and Clark's long arm, pulled me against him on the other side from Amelia. Nothing was said, but we walked as a trio to his place. We had a threesome. Clark and I took turns fucking Amelia. The bedroom was dark and warm. We all came a couple of times and fell asleep, Amelia between us. 

I heard the shower running. In the light from under the door I could see Clark asleep on the other side of the bed. I heard sobs from the shower. "Shit!" I turned on the lamp, "Clark...wake the fuck up..." I said it quietly but urgently. He woke up and looked around confused for a second, then heard the sobs. He rolled over me, pushing me into the bed. He held one hand on my abs, "stay right here...this...this might have been a mistake..."

He went into the bathroom. On instinct I got up and paced. I got dressed. I saw a tea kettle and put on water...the murmur of their voices was awful. It hit me...we'd not used condoms. We'd not planned this or ever even hinted at this...Clark came out in a towel, red eyed.

He hugged me so hard. "You should go...I'm so sorry buddy, this was my fault...it was all my doing...she doesn't want to see anybody else right now...I'll call you in the morning, alright?"

"I'm sorry too...please tell her..." we nodded and I went out into the most silent cold never I've ever known.

Clark and I spoke on the phone for five minutes. She was right there, I could tell. Clark was halting when he said that right now Amelia wanted me out of their life. A punch in the gut would've been the same feeling I was a zombie getting on the plane next day to fly to Switzerland to see my parents and relatives for 10 days. When asked I said it was the break up, which was true. I got an email from Clark just after Christmas. He took full responsibility for the whole affair. Amelia finally accepted that Clark had lured us into his fantasy without our knowledge. I let him know I'd do whatever it took to straighten this out...including staying away. He didn't answer for days. She decided Clark couldn't be trusted around me...I wasn't sure what that meant but knew I wouldn't have him as a best friend anymore. 

Getting back to the States, I grudgingly mindlessly fucked three gals the few days before term started, and then I disappeared into my studies. If I wasn't in class or in the library I was at the gym or home studying. I kept seeing Clark but he only waved me back. 

Spring break. Spring break invites to hot tropical places. I was almost tempted to go away and fuck strangers. Three days before spring break in the middle of finals after midnight there was a knock at my door.

Clark stood there, when I opened the door to let him in he backed up a pace, "Am I forgiven?"

"Hell yeah man...we all made the same mistake together..."I stammered. He looked like hell; I tried to pull him into my apartment. He was reeling drunk. He shook his head. 

"Amelia left me..." I think we both felt the sidewalk tilt and swirl. "I'm puking drunk. I needed to see you. Say I'm sorry."

"I forgive you." It seemed formal but he visibly unwound when he heard it from me. 

"I wondered...I...do you have plans for break?"

The sudden shift caught me off guard. "No, nothing really..."

"Let's go away, leave Friday...just us...ok?"

"Sure, yeah, let's go. I can leave as early as Thursday..."

He grinned a bit..."Thursday!" He swayed against me for a clumsy hug, "Thursday! That I can look forward to..."he pushed away and stumbled off down the block. I started at my open textbooks and grainy eyed went to bed. I roared thru my finals, I was on fire for the tests as all I had done was to prepare for them. Wednesday night I was drained slogging thru a workout for stress relief. 

Clark called leaving a message while I was in the shower and sauna, "Pack light for climbing trip. I'll pick you up early tomorrow." He sounded bright, back to himself. I texted back, "will do! Door'll be open in am... Huzzah!" I was tired but amped to get away, to be with my buddy. I had to admit as I drank one beer on my couch; I was lonely. I stripped and threw gear into a duffle bag. I passed out.

It was dark and something woke me up...suddenly I was pounced on...Clark was making pig noises in my ear as he pinned me to my bed. I laughed and pushed against him. He is four inches taller than me and at the moment seemed all legs and elbows everywhere. He went still suddenly, grabbed my ears, "I'm so fucking sorry I dragged you into all that..." he pressed our foreheads together and squeezed out a tear drop. I matched his grip. There was a long silence. 

He sniffed and stood up. I realized he had been lying full on top of me and I was naked under the sheet. He clapped and rubbed his hands together, "Why aren't you up yet?" I got up and stepped to take a piss. I didn't think twice about my nakedness. He stood fiddling with his phone, leaning against the door, one thumb hooked in his waist band. He flashed me his treasure trail and grinned. He was commando under his sweats and climbing shorts. I tugged my climbing shorts over my bubble butt and pulled on sweats too. 

"Where are we going anyways?"

"Does it matter?"

"Nope. I guess not..." I had a rush of recklessness...

He shouldered my duffle and we piled into his SUV. He showed me his phone, a map was pulled up, south then east to the mountains!

On the drive we cleared the air, covering the break up. He admitted to wanting to spice things up with Amelia but had never told her that. The drunken night was just that: poor decisions and poor communication. It broke their relationship along existing fault lines. In the hour it took to cover that, we drove up and out of the valley. It began to warm and then boom! Sunshine!

"Take the wheel!" he said smiling. I grabbed it and steered. The road was arrow straight. He lifted his sweat shirt off and peeled down his sweat pants. The sun was angled to hit us directly on the torso. It brought me alive. Naked to the waist he leaned in to the back seat grabbing for his bag. He couldn't get it so he leaned further between the seats putting his arm across my chest to hold the 'jesus handle' on my side. His chest was pressed almost flush with mine. I managed to keep steering, laughing at his goofiness. "All that for a water bottle?" I asked as he took the wheel back.

The sun was warm. I could see Clark out of the corner of my eye rub his belly and pube as he fastened his seat belt. That recklessness welled up again. I stripped down to my thin shorts too. I stretched hard in my seat, Clark slapped my abs.

"You know what I don't regret about that night?" He was very quiet when he asked.

"No what?" 

He looked me straight in the face, "seeing you fuck. I don't regret that!" The last bit of tension snapped inside of me then. I had fought off thinking about that night. 

"I know, right? Gawd you're a stud...I kept myself from thinking about it, from thinking about how much I fucking loved fucking next to you..." the guilt and sexiness combined again. 

"Fuck guilt! The price has been paid..." He saw the look on my face.

He drove for a minute as we struggled with the complexities. The SUV came up over a ridge and tremendous view spread before us. We grinned at the mountains and then at each other...

"Yeah. Fuck guilt!"

"So, Nino, we agree? It was hot to see each other fuck?"

"Dude...I wish it hadn't been so dark..."

"Aw man, I know..." There was a silent moment, and then slyly he said, "You're hung like a fucking horse!"

I busted laughing. He shocked me by copping a quick feel. But it was cool, it kinda fit the moment.

"Nino?" As we quieted...

"Yeah?"

"You wanna ask me what the best part was?"

"Sure, Clark...what was the best part?"

"The best part? Sliding into your load in her pussy...gawddam mothering fucking sweet feeling!" He blushed a bit. 

In a flash I remembered for the first time that I had too fucked his load out of her...My second load was dumped on top of his first...which had been pumped into my first...and then his second was into my second...I got hot just thinking about it...

"Damn." I blew out a sigh, "I didn't think about it until now...it's getting me just remembering..."

He grinned and had a far away look..."I'd do that anytime we ever could..."

"Oh hell yeah..."

"Promise? If we can, we will?"

"Easiest promise ever..." I laughed. "Pinking swear!" I held up my little finger.

He gripped our pinkies together, "that's for kids..." with that devil look in his eye he took my hand and held it hovering just over his cock and balls. He hovered his hand over my package too. "I swear on our cocks that if we ever can, we will..."

I repeated his promise and he cupped my cock. I cupped his. I started to pull my hand back but he kept his on my shaft...it was tingling...I dropped my hand back on to his. He laughed and with a perfect tug let go. I still had his dick in my palm. I gripped it and gave it a shake. My mouth went dry. My water bottle was in the back seat. I unbuckled, turned to kneel on the seat and reached for it that put my waist almost on his shoulder. 

Clark leaned quick and nipped my ass. I yelped and almost jumped into the back seat. I looked at him...he looked at me and we shared a smile. I broke the glance to take a drink. He went back to drinking in the view. When I settled back into the seatbelt I started to recall that night. I let the movie of it replay, really for the first time. I intuitively knew he was too. We were quiet. I had to admit that I had spent a lot of time watching him, his body, and his movements that night. Amelia was pressed down into the soft mattress. I felt her under me, around my cock felt her coming twice, I saw him in my memory more that I saw her...

We both sighed. I guess reliving the memory took the same amount of time. 

"Man I gotta piss!" Clark broke the comfortable quiet. I glanced at the roadside; there was nothing in sight, nothing but the unmoving mountains. "Take the wheel again, will ya, stud?"

I gripped the wheel. Clark reached under his seat and pulled out a johnny bottle. He lifted his hips and fully exposed his cock and balls. Grinning sideways at me he pissed into the bottle, giving an exaggerated sigh and shiver when he was done. Recapping the johnny, he set it on the floor pressed against the door. He slowly pulled up his shorts, making a show of it. His thigh brushed my wrist. He took the wheel back from me. There was no one on the road; we hadn't seen anyone in miles. I felt a stab of jealousy that he got to be naked, that was a weird thought. I gulped water. We chatted about finals, about the upcoming week. After about a half an hour...i had to piss too. I held it in for a long while...because I've always liked the feeling of a semi-hard cock piss...I smirked, thinking if anyone would understand that it was Clark...

I was starting to get hard from holding in the piss. I reached thru his arms and retrieved the johnny bottle. Holding it between my feet I pushed my shorts all the way past my knees. My half hard cock stood up slightly from the seat. I uncapped the johnny and fit my cock head into the hole. I grunted and the full stream hit the neck of the bottle. Clark was not even pretending to not watch me. He looked right at my swelling dick the whole awesome piss. I pulled my cock a few times more than necessary too. 

I recapped the bottle and leaning over him again replaced next to the door. I stretched my arms overhead and slowly pulled my shorts up. I sighed, "Damn that sun feels great! It's really warming up..." That reckless urge hit me...I squashed it...I had almost suggested we got naked together...

Clark lifted his water bottle, "Here's to the second hole we've filled!!"

We clinked water bottles. We chatted about other women we were hot for, women we'd do together. Coming down from a rise a small country town popped up, "Do we stop here for bad diner food or head on another 45 minutes for better food and coffee in the foothills?" Clark asked.

"I say we head on, I'm not starving yet..." easy conversation whiled away the miles. The resort town in the foothills seemed deserted, but it was only 9:15 on a Thursday. I struggled into my sweats; for some reason I didn't want to be around people. The breakfast spot had some locals, some obvious tourists and us. We ate in quiet chat mode. Whenever the old woman waitress politely came over, I got the sense both Clark and I resented her intrusion. We got a thermos full of the great coffee and some stacked sandwiches to go and were back in the SUV in less than a half an hour. 

Without a word once on the secondary road we pulled off our sweats. The climb was only 15 minutes from the town. No one was in the parking lot. I was stunned looking up: I've never climbed that much. This was the first long technical climb in my life. Clark is really experienced; he told me he'd done this climb a dozen times. I'd done lots of technical climbs in the rock gym and done a certification trip to a small cliff near campus. Scared but confident Clark would guide me thru we geared up. It was a little nippy in the staging area as it was all shaded. We had on only shoes, gloves and thin shorts. 10 minutes into the climb we hit the sun level and it was deliciously warm. We climbed. I was soon glowing, sweaty with the effort. My face hurt from the huge grin. Forty-five minutes up and over onto the butte top. 

I 'whooped' and the echo was happy too. Clark grabbed me in a bear hug. We sat and had coffee; Clark had a chocolate bar stashed in his small pack. Silence fell. The sun continued to warm up the still air. I walked to the edge and looked down. The rush brought me onto my toes and I raised my arms in victory.

"Makes ya wanna come doesn't it? Clark's quiet voice carried to me. 

I turned my head to look at him...he had his fingers inside the waist of his shorts. I nodded; the horny urge to jack off was thrumming thru my arms and thighs. My hands twitched. 

"I dare ya..." I kept looking at him as he continued his voice deep, "I dare ya, Nino to drop your shorts jack off right there and shoot that monster load off the cliff...I dare ya."

That recklessness won. I inched my waistband under my balls, my back to Clark the open space in front of me. My cock flopped and throbbed to life. I was into the rhythm quick. I heard Clark moan, I looked over my shoulder. He was sitting on a rock, shorts off; legs spread both hands held still as he fucked his grip. He was off to the side, so he had only to turn his head to see me. I still had my back to him. I dropped my shorts off completely. My ball hairs tickled in the wind as I stood near the edge, cock in one hand, the other on my hip. I was on fire. I stroked and teased myself. I heard Clark moan again and the slick sound of his hand. I looked. He met my gaze eye-to-eye, and then licking his lips, looked down at his oozing dick. My mouth went dry again...I kept the teasing stroke going. Clark was now staring at me...at my back...at my ass. On its own my left hand slid around the angle of my hip to cup my butt cheek. Damn this was hot! I moaned.

I got faster and harder on my cock. Clark was thumping his pube now on the down stroke. He said, "Fuck yeah!" loud enough to echo a bit.

"Jack it buddy!" I yelled back at him. The first pump of pre-cum lubed my fist. 

Clark jumped up and in three paces was standing next to me. Our fists matched pace. We fucked the view in front of us, down to the base of the cliff. I wanted to shoot with him at the same time, "Come with me, come with me this time..."

"Fffuuuuckk..." He rose up on to his toes and in a sudden thrust shot off into space, a white string against the dark green tree tops below.

That set me off. My first shot was right after his. His second followed, we alternated. I was shaking and yelling, "Damn! Gawddam!" I couldn't take it anymore and froze. My cock pulsed a few more drops out and I was sweaty and heaving. Clark yelled a loud, "Can I get a hell yeah?!"

"HELL YEAH!" we chanted back at the echo. 

Clark draped his arm over my neck and squeezed my shoulder. He pointed to the canyon we'd parked in at the base of the cliff, "The third hole we've fucked!" He trailed his hand down my shoulder blades to the small of my back. I shivered...at his touch if I was honest. I shifted my weight from spread legged; his hand cupped my butt and stayed there. I threw my arm up over his neck and on instinct alone, rushed into a full body hug, cocks bumping. He held on to me. I had to piss. He was almost soft against my belly; my cock stays hard for a long time. I broke the hug and bowlegged walked over to a shrub and pissed thru my half hard. Clark readied the gear for our rappel down. 

He went over reminders for the descent. It was a damn rush and was over way too fast. As we stowed the gear, two vans pulled up filled with what looked like high-school kids. Immediate chaos and noise erupted, birds actually left the trees. The guide and chaperone yelled for quiet. He waved over to us as we packed up. The kids circled around in a pack and followed the guide towards us. I was acutely aware of being nearly naked. It was a pleasant rush.

The guide and Clark chatted about the climbs nearby, the technical one we'd just done was beyond these kids just yet. The guide shook our hands. As we got in the truck Clark mumbled, "He was checking us out...wishing he were free-balling too..."

"Yeah, I caught that...he could climb with us..." I blushed when I heard myself...I knew what I meant...he was a good looking, fit guy too...I'd've jacked with him...

Clark jumped out of the truck and whistled loud. He got a business card from the guide, Greg. Clark said as we got in, "we've got all week and he knows the area..."




Mountain Retreat



We drove out of the parking lot. 10 minutes down the canyon was a scenic overlook. We grabbed our sandwiches and trekked a couple minutes back a shady trail; a pile of huge boulders gave way to a view of the mountains and foothills. South facing the boulders were warm to the touch. We sat and devoured the sandwiches and pickled veggies. After a few minutes Clark sighed and lay back. He was fully stretched out, legs wide, arms behind his head; he grunted and in a sexy clench of his abs reached down and rolled the waist band of his shorts until the base of his dick was just visible. He pulled the legs of his shorts until the material was bunched just covering his privates. "Sun feels great!"

I turned an eye off him and looked back towards the parking lot. We would hear anyone coming down the trail I yanked my shorts off and threw them at his head. He took his off then too. We lay soaking in the sun for a long time, about 45 minutes I think. I got more than half hard a few times, but was so stuffed and relaxed the boners came and went. I saw Clark get stiff too and he rubbed it a few times. We both groaned when a car pulled into the lot behind the trees. Little kids screamed and yelled as they piled out of the car unseen behind the trees. Reluctantly we got dressed and trotted down to the trailhead. I hit the restroom. Clark waited outside with the johnny bottle in hand. 

Back in the SUV Clark toyed with his phone searching for music to play, "So my uncle and his hunting buddies are up at the cabin. They say we can crash up in the loft, if you want to go up the mountain...My gal and I were supposed to go up..." There was some sadness in his voice...

"Hell yeah, you're driving...I'll go were you lead me, buddy." He flashed a big grin at my willingness.

We drove the few minutes back to the highway; he slyly glanced sideways at me as we got up to speed on the nearly deserted four lane, "Take the wheel...or take my shorts off?"

I was blushing; I could feel it. I leaned over the console and slid my hands into the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his ass off the seat. When I got them below his knees, my face inched closer to his crotch. His cock was pulsing. He shifted his feet up and I got the shorts free of his shoes. I sat back, hot and kinda shaky. Without a word he took his right hand and stuffed it down my shorts; his sweaty palm was slick on my balls. He pushed towards my knees and we got my shorts down and off. I was rising to the looks he kept giving my cock. 

"You're so fucking huge...man..." He shook his head. It felt amazing having him appreciate me. My erection was now upright on my belly. His was too.

Clark looked between my cock and face. He tilted his face down and spit into his palm. He turned that gob onto the head of my cock and gave me a swirling grip. I could only hiss out my breath. In a couple of minutes I was really close to shooting again. He sped up, thumping my pubic bone just right. I put my hands on the ceiling and braced for my orgasm. 

He laughed. And took my hand and placed it on his dick. I was having a little trouble breathing and focusing my eyes. I got into jacking him. "Don't let me come, Nino. Just toy with each other, alright?" I felt kinda mean and got him closer that he got me. He had to push my hand away. He immediately grabbed my balls and slapped my oozy dick on my thigh. We kept up the teasing, edging for most of the next half hour. We had to stop when he took an exit off the four lane and headed up a tiny side road. In minutes we were bouncing on old logging roads. We came to a fork with a "Private Road" sign. Clark pulled over and snagged his sweat pants and with a shrug we got put these on. Free-balling, edged up we were in full stud mode. No one was in the cabin. He showed me around. It was huge, a large common area, three double rooms on the second level and the loft was converted attic over the barn attached to the back of the cabin. The loft was basically an apartment on its own. 

His uncle was filthy rich. The cabin had a ham radio. Clark dialed up the hunters; they were coming back in a couple of hours yet. The jokingly asked us to have dinner ready. I said I'd cook no problem. They hadn't shot anything so they told me what was in the kitchen. I promised great food. Clark went over and opened two bottles of beer. He ditched his sweat shirt. He held out a beer to me. We swallowed an easy half a beer each. I belched and nosed around the kitchen, laying out a plan. Clark came up behind me holding his hand in a fist over my shoulder. 

"Do you still wanna go where I lead?" His voice was quiet in my ear. I twisted to look at him. I nodded, not sure what he was up to. "So we're pretty sure that we're gonna jack off at some point tonight. That's a given, right?" I nodded again. "So the game is like truth or dare...but its mostly just dares...we tease each other however we can. We wind each other up so that when we blast our loads, it'll be epic..." I nodded and swallowed more beer. He was hanging on my back and shoulders. He opened his fist.

In his palm were two little yellow pills with a raised heart on each one. Reaching around me both of his biceps naked on my shoulders, now I was fully in his arms, he licked his finger and stuck one tablet to his tongue. He held the other in front of my face. The tab clung to his tongue. I accepted the dare and took the tab off his finger with my tongue. He raised his beer to my lips, I offered him mine. We gulped back the tabs. As he pushed me away he held the sleeves of my sweatshirt which came off in his grip. We spent a quick 20 minutes tidying up the kitchen from the hunter's early morning breakfast. I laid out a meal: carbonara and a roasted tomato salad. Just as I finished my beer, Clark opened two more. He walked away, his sweats dropping below his ass. 

He swung his head to get me to follow him. Picking up my beer we went down the short hall behind the kitchen, past the laundry. The door to the barn had been closed when he showed me around, on opening I was surprised at how bright it was. One long wall was replaced glass doors and sticking out into the trees was a curved glass atrium. A hot tub big enough for a dozen, a sauna, steam room and showers surrounded by clouded glass were bubbly and steamy in the sunlight. My jaw dropped. Clark kicked off his sweats and stretched long as he climbed the steps towards the steam room. I followed him. The little room could probably hold four people. Clark lay down and groaned. I joined him prone on the other bench, my knees up. I got really hot fast and gulped beer. Clark was thirsty too. The first beer had me buzzing. This one (and that pill?) was gonna hit me hard in this heat. I told Clark I needed to cool down. When we came out I saw by the clock that we'd been silent and still for 25 minutes. In the cool shower I turned round and round. 

Much cooler now I saw a glint in Clark's eye, I raised an eye brow, "What?"

He put his hands on his hips and stepped forward out of the shower stream. His cock opened and a full stream of beer piss hit the floor. He aimed for and made in to the drain. I pushed and my stream crossed his making it in to the drain too. He giggled...in one voice we said, "The fourth hole we've filled!" I was drunk. 

I wanted to soak in the bubbling hot tub in the last of the afternoon sun. Sinking up to my ears I floated and bobbed. My cock was thick and warm on my belly. Watching Clark's swing as he walked to the hot tub I got a flush of sexiness. The pill was hitting me, I thought.

Clark dropped into the water right next to me. Finishing off his beer with a grin he said in that low voice he had, "You have a choice: here's the dare: kiss my ass or suck my tongue..."

I laughed, nervous and shocked. He leveled his gaze, "Let's wind each other up..."

"What'd'ya mean kiss your ass?" 

He swung up on to the edge of the tub and pointed his ass at the ceiling grabbed one cheek and pointed into his crack, "Kiss me. Rim me...you get it: kiss my ass... or suck my tongue..." The challenge in his face hung in the steamy air. I looked between his face and his ass. 

I leaned closer to his face. I smelled beer and his skin. He slipped the tip of his tongue out...I inched closer. He settled into the water next to me. He put his hand on my neck and steadied me. He flicked his tongue on my lips. The tingle made me smile. Goofy now, I puckered my lips around his tongue. He thrust. I had the largest wet tongue in my mouth ever. It was my first guy kiss. I remembered to suck. He made his tongue a hard little missile. I actually got into the wetness and the strength behind it. He rolled me on top of him. In a flash we wrapped around each other. He took over the pace and was soon thrusting in to the deeps of my mouth. I found myself moaning. Somehow we slipped and went under the water. We came up blustering and laughing. My cock ached and my jaws were stretchy. 

"That was wild...I've never thought of coming from making out since I was like 14!"

"Yeah...maybe we should take a breather..." We made some space between us and just soaked. The bubbles were on a timer which shut off. The silence was only broken by the creaking of the glass over head as it cooled. The sun was behind the trees, setting fast. I'd gotten softer but we both had visible hard ons. Cooling off in the shower again we chatted about what I was gonna need help with for dinner. Wearing our sweats and T-shirts we cooked for the eight of us. The hunters came back, loud and funny. They were all great guys, older, in their 50's and 60's. They devoured dinner, two settled in to watch the news and the other four played poker. Clark and I cleaned up the mess.

Clark was filling the dishwasher. When he knelt to arrange the plates he whispered, "Hey, stud..." He was kneeling and he pulled his cock out rubbing himself from pecs to balls, grinding like a stripper. He was down behind the kitchen island; none of the old guys could see him. I know I blushed. But not to be out done, I hung my cock out of the waist of my sweats. I heard him say, fuck yeah! As he arranged himself back into his clothes. The next couple of ours were just like that, one of us flashing the other or coping a feel of the other. On the front porch, he took my hand once and slid down his back, arching against my hand, "get at my balls man..." I slid further until I felt the heat of his ass and the weight of his balls sack; he moaned and humped like a stripper again. I was definitely showing cock swinging whenever I moved thru the house. None of the guys cared or noticed. 

The two TV watchers went to bed; the poker game was getting quieter and quieter. Clark disappeared for a minute. In the kitchen he met me and said open a couple more beers. We'd had one with dinner, but we had agreed to slow down. When I handed him the beer he opened his palm. Four yellow tabs lay there. He nodded toward the laundry hall. I went after him. He pressed me against his body as he leaned on the washer. "Dare time..."

"Okay, what ya got?" I cleared my throat of the lump there. 

"If you take your two...you have to do what I say...until sunrise..."

"So far, dude, we're all good..." I shrugged. 

His finger came up to his mouth, he wet it and picked up one little yellow pill. He put it in front of my face. I held out my tongue. He shook his head. He pursed his lips. I puckered up mine. He pushed his finger into my kiss. He kept going until I almost gagged. Then he pulled it back out slowly and I took a sip of my beer. He looked at his palm, then my hand. I fed him my slippery finger with a tab on the end. The second tabs he held them up at the same time. He put one on his tongue and leaned into my face. I sucked his tongue and the tab slid down my throat with his spit. I shivered. He put his tab on my tongue and when he sucked my kiss he got a mouthful of my spit too. He kept kissing, grinding and grinding against me. I had to breathe. 

We parted, his cock was up over his waist band, mine was straight out from my belly tenting my sweats. I was a little sweaty. Clark stepped back and messed up my hair. With a wink he started the load of towels that were sitting on the washer. He called to the poker players, "We're gonna hit the sauna guys...anyone joining us?" The group all said no or grunted. 

Sinking on to the bench in the dry sauna, I felt my blood pounding in my ears. Clark put his arm around my shoulder, "Don't get overheated..." and handed me the rest of his beer. I downed it. I wanted to get drunker. I lay down and deep breathed my way to a steady pulse. Clark had been sitting opposite me. He shifted and using my sweat began gliding his hands over my chest and shoulders. I moaned as I let myself get into the massage. His hands got firmer and wider in their gliding rubbing; I let him fully explore my whole body. His fingers behind my balls had me arching off the bench. That's where he stopped. He lay back and just looked at me. I gave him the same strong deep rub. Feeling his muscles and his cock under my hands kept me hard too. I lay back down and we just melted for a while. His uncle called out into the barn that they were all turning in. 

Clark grabbed my hand and we cooled down in the showers. Toweling off he led me up to the loft thru the barn wall. He threw the bolt behind us and walked to the other door, locking it too. The loft was warm and dark. Clark dropped on to the larger bed on one end, the moon shining thru a skylight. He pulled me down on top of him. Our cocks came back to fully hard; warmth from the sauna was giving us a head start on sweatiness between our grinding bellies. We were flopping and grinding. I wanted to come...I may have said that out loud. Clark laughed and grabbed my hair in both his hands. This kiss was two open mouths, wetter and wetter, I was aware of spit on my chin. 

Clark flipped us over. For the first time, he was on top, he was fully in charge. I was grunting with each up thrust against his slick abs. I had my mind set on coming just like this. Clark jumped up and away. I grabbed my own hair, "Fuck, fuck! Dude...I'm so hot right now..."

Standing with his arms folded at the end of the bed, "Tell me about it tell me what you're feeling...remember the dare is to do what I say..."

"I haven't been this fucking horny, this hot in a really long time...I'm outta my head...this whole day has been super sexy...fuck, man, thanks!"

He pounced and we humped and grunted again for minutes. He stopped again, this time pinning my arms over head, not touching me except for hands on mine and knees on my thighs, "Calm down, Nino...make it last stud..."

I set my jaw...deep breaths...when I was back from the edge I nodded. He lowered himself onto my cock. The heat was incredible. We built up slower this time. Just when I expected him to jump away, he shifted his weight, his fingers pressed against my ass. I was hot and slick down there. I gasped and he tongue fucked my face as he circled my hole. My legs went stiff, my belly clenched. I was gonna come...He sat up on his heels trapping my thighs between his claves and thighs. His cock was dripping on to my balls. I unwound a little.

"The three-way was your first, huh?" I nodded, "When have you ever jacked off with a buddy?" 

"When I was, I dunno, 13? 14?"

Clark smiled, "That was your first time kissing a man, in the hot tub?" I swallowed, cleared my throat and managed a smaller nod. "Tell me. What do you feel?"

"Clark, I'm so wound up...so slutty...I fucking love this...I really want to come...but I love the teasing too..."

He grinned, broad and seemed relieved. I was confused when he got off the bed and turned on a night lamp. From his back pack he took out a small bottle that rattled as he handed it to me. I asked, "Baby aspirin. What's this for?"

"Look at them, stud..." He sat seeming nervous, unsure.

They were little yellow pills with raised hearts. What I thought was ecstasy, was only aspirin. The world spun for a second. I was hot, I was slutty horny...on my own. "Bastard!" I couldn't help laughing though..."what the fuck?"

"We were playing, sexy all day...I wanted to...I've wanted to do this for ages...this, the pills, was a way to find out...to turn you out..." He was sheepish...

I sat up and met him face to face..."I'm not really mad..." My voice seemed too quiet...

This kiss was different. Softer for a second, then full of heat and drew us back on to the bed. 

"Are you with me, Nino...?" his quiet question only needed my nod to turn him into a rush of movement and pressure. He was on top of me, kissing me, nibbling my neck, fucking against my cock with his. He was fucking down on me so hard I could only breathe to his motion. I heard myself groaning, "uh-huh, uh-huh," as we tensed towards coming. 

He swooped down on my cock in a flash, gagging then backing off, swooping deeper and smoother. He blew me with intensity and cleverness. I was squirming all over. 

With all his strength behind it he lifted my knees and buried his tongue in my ass. My full throttle yell hurt my throat. My grunts became, 'oh gawds! and oh yeses!" He rimmed me and slurped me and I was sure I was gonna come, the drool from my pre-cum coated my abs and right pelvis as I gave over to the tongue in my ass. He licked from my ass to my cock head, again and again and again. He was so hungry for this I was in awe.

He dropped my knees and I came to rest on his lap, my back arched over his thighs. He looked like a mad man, just having run a race. He shook his head over and over, saying my name, "Nino, Nino" but not looking at me. I sat up in his lap holding his shaking head still.

"What the fuck dude, what is it?"

He gulped and looked away, and then our foreheads touching, "I so want to fuck you." Quiet and low it burned into my head. Now I got it. He could barely contain himself; he had just been so strong with me...

"If you want it..." I went tense when I said that.

That was his push, his permission. He folded me on to my back. He gripped my thighs and I was exposed. A little shift and the head of his cock was hot and slippery behind my balls. His kiss distracted me for a moment. Then a hot flash of pain. My cherry was popped. I couldn't breathe or move away from the hot stab in my ass. He held me in the kiss and he breathed in to my mouth waiting for me to breathe with him. I got a couple of breaths in; he rolled his hips; that was a slippery sensation. That wasn't bad at all. He pushed deeper and rolled, a smaller flash of pain. Then he pulled back and rolled his hips. He was stretching me bit by bit. I felt my whole body then; I was covered in sweat and raspy breathed. My cock stayed hard.

He pushed in and pulled out. A hot fat drop of spit hit the top of his cock and eased into my ass. My eyes got a little wider. On his next pulled back he dropped another fat gob of spit. The wetness and warmth made me squirm a bit. He leaned forward and said, "Take it buddy, take it all..." He was pressuring into me. My hands went to his hips, trying to slow him down. He eased up then and when I relaxed my grip he pushed sharp and didn't let up. His trimmed bush tickled my balls. He was balls deep in my ass. 

Where his voice had been saying No with my name before, now there was a yes when he said my name between the kisses in my mouth as he dug into my throat with his tongue. 

"I'm all yours Clark." It didn't sound like me talking. He hunched and I felt no pain, just fullness and pressure. He hunched and pulled, hunched and pulled. The top of my head started tingling. My lips felt numb and puffy from his crushing kisses. Like coming up out of water, awareness rolled down my body. My nipples were hard and taut. My abs clenched and cramped. My cock shifted and swelled with every scraping thrust Clark made in to my ass. My balls were almost invisible against my shaft. My ass was hot and slippery, scraped and throbbing when he held still between pushes and pulls. Clark was still repeating my name.




Mountain Retreat



"Nino. Nino. I wanna make you come; I wanna fuck us till we come..."

I locked eyes with him and knew I was coming...deep inside of me a kernel of heat started to spread. I felt his cock throbbing, he was coming inside of me...I tipped over the edge with his deep kiss. I could feel his length and the heat from his come...the throbbing of his cock coming inside of me was a separate throbbing from my own ass as I came. The spray of my come coated our faces and bellies. I came and came and came. I couldn't hang on or let go. 

He grunted. There was an odd wet ping noise; I turned to see a condom on the outside of the metal waste basket. I chuckled, "you missed...wait, when did you put that on?" I really had no idea...

"When I was rimming you...you really were outta your head then...huh?" He slid down to lay full against my side. I was still having aftershocks, my ass felt...empty and still vibrated. 

"Yeah...I'm glad you thought of it though..." I hit a wall...I looked at him..."holy fuck Clark! I've never been a slut like that...that...you brought that outta me."

He kissed my nose and I drew him into another exploring, explosive kiss. "Just wait till you fuck me, Nino."