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The Ski Bunny

By: photosaurus



Chapter 1

They say that 30 is the age when your body stops working for you and you start working for your body. For skiers, the saying is if you claim to be a better skier at age 30 than you were at age 20, you're either lying or you weren't very good at age 20. But I refuse to believe that 30 is really that old. Not these days.

So there I was, ascending an express chairlift to elevation 11,500 feet, trying to prove to myself that I've still got it at age 30. It was the middle of a week in February, so all of my friends and siblings that I could normally cajole into skiing with were doing time in their 9-5 office jobs. I was a bit lonely, but that just meant more freedom to go where I wanted to go on the slopes.

I fancied myself a pretty good skier for a flatlander who was lucky to get more than 5 days of skiing a year. I could tackle just about any slope you could throw at me, save for the rocky, nearly vertical chutes with names like Elevator Shaft and AMF (short for Adios Mother Fucker) that were nothing short of suicidal for a tourist like me. But if the mountain had received 10 inches of white gold the night before, all the better. "Hero powder" some call it, because enough fluffy cushioning can make many a black diamond run achievable for the expert wannabe like me.

It was on the precipice of one of these runs that I saw her for the first time. She had stopped at the edge of the same drop-off, about 20 feet uphill from me. There's usually not much to see of a person when they're wrapped up in layers of winter wear, but this was spring skiing. The foot of snow that fell last night was slowly giving way to 45 degrees of bluebird skies. She was wearing only a thin, sleeveless fleece, complimented by a sheer, microfiber base layer.

The ski bunny looked at me, me looking at her. I nervously glanced away, then back again, too modest to let on that I was checking her out, but too drawn in to be satisfied with such a quick look. She wore no helmet: Just a pair of ski goggles and a pink headband to rein in her dirty blonde hair, tied in a pony tail. Very cute.

Immediately I imagined the crisp alpine air making her nipples push through the thin fabric. They would be the crowns atop a pair of perfectly rounded breasts. I could have been just this side of legally blind, and I still would have been impressed by the her proportions. Her chest was big enough to turn my head, but not so big as to be disproportional to the rest of her.

Ahh, the rest of her. My gaze descended down her body as the swell of her chest curved perfectly into her waist, then gently out again to a pair of nicely rounded hips. I could tell she had a strong core, but it was not overdone. No runway model skinny here. She had a waist that just begged to be grabbed.

Her tight pullover was complimented by a pair of shiny, figure-flattering pants. They were straight out of the 80s, both in their metallic blue luster, and in how tight they were. She definitely kept in shape: The heavenly curves of her bubble-butt were accentuated by the sunlight reflecting off of its surface. Her long, toned legs disappeared into a pair of pink ski boots with turquoise buckles. Her lower half was glistening, and I was hardening.

Not the time or place for that, I thought. Back to the matter at hand.

We had both hesitated at the edge of Lover's Leap, she about 20 feet uphill from me. I peered past the edge of my ski tips to the snow about ten feet below. If I could land the initial drop, the slope flattens out and all I would have to do is two or three good turns to be in the clear.

I glanced at the ski bunny again, and she at me. I smiled lightly at her, as if to say "This should be interesting, eh?" She smiled back through a set of cherry lips so inviting that I couldn't help but imagine kissing them. Then I imagined those lips wrapped around my monster-hard cock, her tounge licking the bottom of it like a-- 

NO! Not now! Dangit, I had to concentrate.

I looked at the drop-off and started calculating my odds. For all I knew, this hottie was a local pro, and I was about to make an ass out of myself. I figured I had two choices: fall and tumble a few times before I could stop my injured body, or just grow a pair of testicles go for it right now.

And so I did. Both.

I leaped off the edge and my stomach dropped. A shock of adrenaline speared through my body. And I landed it. One wide, arcing turn, and then another, and the slope began to flatten out. I made it! I didn't fall!

That's right, bitches! I thought. Thirty years old and I still got it! 

Apparently the ski bunny goddess had decided to drop in at the same time as me because I saw her out of the corner of my eye. I glanced over to her. She was already looking in my direction. I was starting to relax a bit, knowing the worst was over. Our wide turns took us closer to each other on one pass.

That's when a snow snake grabbed us both. We must have become too complacent, or perhaps distracted by each other. She fell first, unexpectedly catching an edge about ten feet in front of me. I tried to avoid her, turning too sharply and catching an edge right before hitting her.

I don't remember exactly what happened, but by the time we stopped moving, she was on her back and my head was face down...on her breasts.

I immediately started contemplating the benefits of hucking myself off of AMF, sans helmet. At least it was a nice, pillowy landing for my face, like landing on a pair of handful-sized water balloons that were full, but not ready to burst on impact.

One of my skis had released, but the other one was twisting my leg awkwardly so that I couldn't immediately get up. I kicked it off with my free foot as the ski bunny started laughing.

"Oh God," I said as I finally peeled myself off her. "I am so sorry."

"Well thanks," she said between hearty laughs, "But I'm not God. I'm Sherry."

"And, my name is Mud."

"Huh?"

"Will," I finally admitted. "I'm Will." I put my goggles on my forehead so she could see me better. "Really, I am so sorry."

Her smile was captivating. Her head must have whipped back in the snow during the fall because her goggles had flipped up crookedly onto her forehead. I could see her face for the first time. I was mesmerized by her beauty. The cold air and physical exertion made her cheeks rosy. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail, and her cute, thin, ski-jump nose fit perfectly between her big eyes, so round and so captivating. The bright sunlight shrunk her pupils so that her blue irises shined brightly, seeming almost to pierce right into me.

I estimated that she was about my age. It was hard to tell. She could have passed for anywhere between 27 and 35. An ageless beauty, this was. Perhaps, like me, she was also trying to prove that she was still at the top of her game.

She smiled and said, "So, Will. Is this how you pick up chicks? Had any luck with it before?"

A sense of humor! That was the icing on the cake. She could have easily called me a pervert and quickly skied away. But no.

"I think I would have more luck if I invited women to my tool shed to see my boa constrictor," I replied.

She giggled. "You might be surprised," she sang and playfully backhanded me.

What was that? I wondered. Was she hinting at the impossible? We were holding eye contact now, neither of us able to look away until she realized her goggles were not on her face. She began to panic.  

"Oh no. My goggles. Where...?" She began feeling the snow around her, then digging. 

She was looking frantically in all directions when I approached her and said, "Sherry...May I?"

I reached toward the goggles on her forehead, pulled them off with the pink headband, and showed them to her.

"Ta-daaa!" 

She looked immediately relieved, and a bit embarrassed. "My hero. What would I do without you?"  

"Probably ski down safely, without incident," I said.

She looked at me from an angle. "Now what fun would that be?" she countered. A sly grin appeared. This woman I liked.

"Y'know," I said, "what you should be looking for is your other ski." I noticed that one of her skis released also, but I didn't see it anywhere. It must have gotten buried under all the fresh powder.

"Oh crap," she said. "Will you help me?"

Would I? How could I not? We both started digging. I walked slowly uphill, tracing the path of our fall and poking my ski pole into the snow. My imagination was already hours ahead of me, because I imagined poking my other "pole" into her soft abyss.

"Found it!" I said when my ski pole hit something solid. I dug out Sherry's ski and brought it back to her.

"Oh, thank you! You rock my socks!" She reached out to me, hugged me, and gave me a hearty kiss on the cheek. "Ski with me," she commanded.

"Umm, well, I dunno. I have to check my schedu--OK sure!"

Sherry giggled again. "Talked you into it, eh?"

"Twist my arm, why don'tcha?"

"Well, you do have a unique way of introducing yourself."

"I beg your pardon," I countered playfully. "But I believe it was you who fell first. Right in front of me."

"Maybe I did, and maybe I DID!"

I laughed. Buy now, the playful banter had diffused an otherwise humiliating experience. I was amazed that someone as gorgeous as this would want to ski with me, especially after the way I plowed my face into her melons like I was eating watermelon at a summer picnic. I still had no idea who this woman was. Is she here alone? Does she live here or is she vacationing like me? Is she involved with anyone? Married? Kids? At this point, it didn't matter to me.

We clicked into our skis and continued down the mountain, selecting a path through the trees. Turns out we both love to ski gladed tree runs. She was pretty good, and I was at my best. When we reached the bottom of the express lift we rode it to the top and continued to ski together. We took turns leading and following, although I preferred to follow her since that allowed me to watch her round bubble-butt sway back and forth as she cut her turns.

We skied our asses off that day. The weather couldn't have been better, the snow conditions near perfect, there were very few people on the mountain, and I was skiing with a hot-as-hell ski bunny who actually appeared to enjoy my company. I thanked God for this opportunity and asked him to help me not blow it.

Chapter 2

Sherry and I caught the last ride up on the gondola. By this time most of the other skiers and boarders had called it a day, so we got our own cabin, and there were empty cabins ahead and behind us. We had already decided to make our last trip down the mountain a non-stop flight. 

The gondola takes 14 minutes to climb 3800 feet above the valley floor. We sat next to each other, and Sherry pressed her hip up against mine. The cabin was already warm since the windows had been closed and the sunlight had been streaming in all day. We started taking off the ski equipment that would otherwise make us overheat: goggles, gloves, helmet, jacket. I wore a black, polyester base layer that wasn't as quite as tight as Sherry's but it did let her know that I had some upper-body strength. 

Sherry took off her fleece, and I was finally greeted with a more clear outline of her chest. I was right about her nipples poking up from under her thin base layer. They were like small pencil erasers. I could even make out her areole. I tried to only take quick glances, but I'm sure she noticed. I hope she didn't notice the slight bulge that was beginning to form in my pants.

Our gondola cabin exited out of the bottom station and began its quiet, smooth ascent.

"Today was fun," she said to me. "I'm glad we ran into each other." She placed a hand on my thigh. 

"Yeah, you're OK I guess," I said, trying to conceal a smirk.

"OK?!"

"I've been with better," I said with a straight face. "You suck at moguls."

Sherry's jaw dropped and eyes opened wide. "You're such an asshole!"

"That's what they say," I concurred, casually turning to look out the window.

"Oh no, no, no. You are NOT going to get away with that!" She lunged at me, and before I knew what was happening I was in the fetal position on the floor of the cabin, laughing in convulsions. 

I regained control a moment later. "What the hell was that?!" I asked. Sherry just laughed from her perch atop the bench. "Was that a....Did you just tickle me?"

Sherry laughed more and nodded. I was flabbergasted.

"I don't think anyone has tickled me since junior high."

"Well it's about damn time!"

"How the hell did you know I was ticklish?"

"Lucky guess. I had to do something, asshole!"

I got up, sat next to her, and put my arm around her lower back. We stared at each other for a moment. Her lips looked so inviting. Without breaking eye contact with me she reached into her jacket pocket and produced a stick of lip balm. She slowly applied a light coat to her lips, and put the stick away.

"Ready?" she said as she leaned into me. I smiled. She knew what was happening just as much as I did.

Our lips came together as if destined to do so at that moment. Nothing could have stopped us from devouring each other, tasting, feeling each other's soft flesh. She was a great kisser and her lips so soft and moist. Her lip balm tasted of pepermint. Our tongues met next, first pushing against each other, feeling each other out, then dancing in circles around each other.

My cock had grown. It was straining to unfold and stick up, strong and proud. Sherry had moved her hand higher on my thigh and wrapped the other one around my neck, holding me against her. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest, and I imagined what they would feel like in my hands. But I started with her perfectly round butt. I gently placed my left hand on it, feeling its contours through the shiny fabric. She let out a deep sigh, indicating her approval. We continued to lip-wrestle, the full force of our mouths and tongues pressing into each other.

"Will," she whispered. She started kissing my cheek again. "Put your hands on me." Her kisses traced a path all over my face.

I did as she commanded. My right hand went straight toward her left breast. I cupped it, and gently squeezed. Yup, they're real, I thought. Soft enough to be exquisitely squeezable, firm enough not to sag too much, and big enough to fill my entire hand, and then some. I could easily feel her nipple trying to poke through.

Her hand had been inching its way up my thigh. She must have gotten impatient when I grabbed her breast, because right then her hand darted toward my crotch. If I had any illusions of holding onto the secret of my impending erection, it ended when she felt around down there.

"Mmmm, that's nice," she sang deeply. I couldn't tell if she was talking about what my hands were doing or what her hand was feeling. She helped me adjust my cock in my underwear, straightening it out so that my hard-on could reach full force. It didn't take long. She rubbed my shaft up and down through my pants.

The gondola rumbled past a supporting tower. I noted the tower number: nine. One-fourth of the way up.

Just then, Sherry broke our embrace, crossed her arms, and grabbed the bottom of her shirt with both hands. She lifted it over her head effortlessly. She looked incredible, topless except for a skimpy, pink, spaghetti-strap sports bra. It supported her globes and complimented her body so well that it seemed to be painted on. Her tummy wasn't perfectly flat but darn close, and that was perfect to me. She was beautiful and real. It made my mouth water.

I took off my shirt and we went back to making out and feeling each other up. She traced a path of kisses down my chest, all the way down to my abs. I may not have as much of a six-pack as I would like, but I kept in good shape and Sherry was appreciating it. I took this opportunity to slide my hands under her pants and grab her ass. It felt just as it looked: round and firm.

Sherry continued to kiss my chest, flicking my raised nipples with her tongue. Then she straightened up and crossed her arms again, this time more tightly, at the bottom of her sports bra.

"I know you've been wanting to see these," she teased.

"See what?" I teased back. "I don't have any idea--"

"I caught you looking," she interrupted. "You think you're so sly."

"When?"

"When we first got into the gondola here. And on the Exhibition lift. And when we stopped for a Cliff Bar. And all the way back at the top of Lovers' Leap."

Dangit! She caught me all those times? I made a mental note to stop underestimating this clever vixen.

"And don't forget when you face-planted right onto my tits!"

It was at this moment that she finally peeled that cute sports bra above her head and revealed one of the most amazing set of tits I had ever seen. Her sports bra must have been doing a great job at compressing them, for they seemed to spill out of those cups, as if they were relieved to finally be released. Sherry ran her fingers through her golden hair as I stared at her pert, milky white orbs. They were firm enough to scarcely avoid folding over themselves at the bottom, but allowed gravity to hang them just enough so that they didn't look fake. The domes were each capped by a thumb-sized, tanned areola and an erect nipple a little smaller than a pencil eraser. 

I finally came around to responding to her. "That face-plant was just a prelude of good things to come, my lady."

I dove my face in to her breasts again. I used both hands to grab them and push them onto my cheeks. Then I traced kisses around them, being extra gentle when I reached each nipple. My tongue traced circles around her areola, spiraling inward to finally end up at the nipple, which I flicked several times. They were hard with arousal.

Sherry's breathing had increased to the point of nearly panting and she let an occasional moan slip out. Her hands were caressing my head, pulling me into her heavenly chest.

Our gondola cabin rumbled past a particularly rough tower assembly. I looked up just long enough to catch the tower number: 18. Halfway up.

Sherry pulled me forcefully back to her chest where I continued to suck like a vacuum and nipple-flick like it was a lollipop. The breast that wasn't receiving attention from my mouth and tongue was getting it from my other hand.

Sherry's right hand regained its previous position on my crotch, except this time she snuck it deftly under the top of my ski pants, beneath my underwear. She grabbed my cock and began rubbing it up and down.

"Oh my god, Will," she said between pants. "It's so hard." She wasn't kidding. I was so horny and cock so hard that it almost hurt.

She continued to rub my dick as I continued to enjoy the bounty of her breasts. After another minute, she grabbed the waist of my pants. I raised my hips enough for her to bring my pants down over my hips. I was then naked from the knees up. She looked at my cock, rock-solid and pointing straight up.

"It's huge!" she exclaimed breathlessly. This made me proud. I'm not going to lie and say that I'm an unrealistic eight inches. But my six and a half inches is above average. And I have the girth to match.

Sherry immediately kneeled on the floor of the cabin, one hand on my hip, one hand on my dick. She used this hand to guide my throbbing cock into her mouth. Her lips slid slowly over my mushroom tip, then more than halfway down the shaft. Her tongue gently caressed the underside of my cock.

I was in heaven. I have had blow jobs before, but none as sensational as this. She must have had lessons. It only took one pass down my shaft before I started wondering how long I could hold out. I had never gotten to that point so fast. My panting started immediately.


The Ski Bunny Ch. 02



I love to ski. Most of my friends say that I was born to live in the mountains, however I was raised in a flat, Midwestern suburb, and that is where I settled down a few years after college. So my skiing experience was limited to week-long vacations. I could usually get away for one week a year, or two if I was lucky and planned my time well.

My job gives me the flexibility to take a ski trip during off-peak times. But this sometimes means that I can't get any of my friends or relatives to go with me, particularly those with kids in school. I loved skiing so much that I didn't mind going alone for a few days. Besides, nobody I knew could keep up with me on the slopes. Occasionally, I'll find a ski companion for the day. Indeed, I had done just that earlier today.

But this one was different.

As I threaded my belt through the loops of my best jeans, I tried to piece together the incredible events of that day. Did it all really happen?

I tucked in my button-down shirt into my jeans and buckled up. Looking at myself in the hotel room mirror, I was once again glad that I kept in shape. I'm no body builder or UFC fighter, but I look halfway decent in a tight-fitting shirt. And I always make sure my legs and butt are ready to go before a ski trip. Still, I wondered: Am I dreaming? Did I really make a blonde ski bunny suddenly fall in lust over me by falling on top of her?

Did we really just fuck each other stupid in a freaking gondola? Holy shit, this kind of thing just doesn't happen to me. I had never had wild, semi-outdoor, almost public sex with someone I had known for only six hours! I felt like a hippie on a high; it was really blowing my mind.

I had showered and shined myself up for my date with Sherry. I was excited, not just because of the instant sexual chemistry between us, but also because of everything that had led up to that. Despite the embarrassment of how we met, it was a perfect day of skiing with her, flirting, getting to know each other, sharing our love for the slopes. We seemed to have a connection.

At the same time, however, I felt like I hardly knew her. Did she have a boyfriend? A husband? There was something mysterious about her. Every time our conversation veered toward our lives outside of ski vacations, she steered it back toward the trivial. No personal histories. No heavy information.

I suppose that should have made me happy. A quick, hot fling with a no strings: Isn't that every guy's dream come true?

It also could have made me worried. Was she this loose with everyone she met, and I just picked up a dozen diseases? Did I just get her pregnant? Was I about to meet her angry pimp and pay him $200? No, she was way too classy for that. I just hoped she wasn't one of those obsessive stalker types.

"Will, I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me. I've never done anything like this before."

That was the last thing she said to me before we parted ways earlier that afternoon. I replied simply, "Don't worry," kissing her on her forehead. I could tell she was conflicted.

I didn't know how the night ahead was going to end, but I was looking forward to spending time with Sherry, finding out who she really is, what she does for a living, and what kind of things she is into (other than gondola sex). I was hoping that she was as witty, classy and down-to-earth as she had seemed when we skied together all day. With any luck, we would end up naked in each other's arms again.

Packing a pair of cowboy boots and a leather jacket was the best decision I had made for this trip. I was ready for a night out with Sherry in this charming, Western mountain town. One quick spray of cologne, a deep breath to kill the nerves, and I was gone.

I knocked on the door of Sherry's condo. She had given me the address earlier that afternoon. It was on the outskirts of town, but still not far from my slope-side hotel. I wondered if she owned it as a vacation home, or if she was just renting for the week. Either way, by its looks I figured it to be rather expensive, especially for a ski resort town.

The door opened, and there she was. Smiling. Simply beautiful.

Sherry was not the kind of doll-faced TV model beauty. She was the girl-next-door beautiful, the kind of girl you could take to meet mom and dad, then whisk her away to kiss and run your hands through her silky hair. She was real and down to earth, but with a bit of secrecy to her, and that made her all the more attractive. And if all that wasn't enough, then her big eyes and cute ski-jump nose did it for me. I would have done just about anything for her right then.

"Hello lover," she said. She immediately grabbed me and kissed me deeply, her tongue pressing into mine. I wondered if Sherry's bright red lipstick was coming off on my lips, but I didn't worry about it too much. I figured she would tell me before we went out if I looked like a clown.

We broke off just long enough to check each other out. She wore a long, dark, and thin coat with faux fur lining. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep her warm in the cold, high-altitude night. A pair of thin, dangly earrings completed the ensemble. They complimented her straight, dirty blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders and ended just above the swell of her breasts.

I slowly went in for a gentler, slower kiss. My lips met hers softly, almost as if we were kissing a cloud. I slowly lapped my lips on hers, lightly adding my tongue after a few seconds. My right hand reached up under her hair and I grazed the back of her neck with my fingertips. I could feel her goose bumps form instantly. Our lips took turn enveloping each other, very gradually pressing harder into each other until I decided that we had hit a peak. I trailed off so slowly that neither of us could tell exactly when our lips were no longer in contact. It was one of the most sensual kisses I had ever given.

"Woah," Sherry said, looking at me. Her round, blue eyes peered deeply into mine, like she was trying to read my soul while allowing me to read hers. She was intoxicating.

We stood there and kissed some more: just quick smacks, but combined they were no less sexy than some of our earlier kisses. My cock started to push against the thick denim of my jeans. I wanted to keep kissing her all night long in this one spot. But I also wanted to leave us both wanting more for later tonight.

"Shall we go eat?" I suggested.

"We shall." She put on a small hat that matched her coat, covered her ears, and made her look even cuter. Then she took hold of the arm I offered her, and we were off.

We walked a few blocks to the Prime Steakhouse where I had made reservations. A light snow started to fall, and the air stayed just under freezing. We didn't mind the temperature. That's one of the effects of a mountain resort: People tolerate—and even sometimes ignore—colder temperatures than they are used to. Nonetheless, we were relieved when we reached the warm entrance of the restaurant. I immediately smelled the gentle burning pine of an active fireplace. I told the maitre' d my name, then helped Sherry off with her coat.

This was like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon, for underneath the long coat was the hottest cocktail dress I had ever seen. It was loose and flirty around the thighs and just long enough to cover her butt. Her shoes matched the pure red color of the dress, finger nail polish, and lipstick. The heels were high enough to accentuate the curves of her well-toned calves and butt. A pair of sheer stockings darkened her skin a half-shade and made me wonder how far up they went past the hem of her dress.

Hugging her hips, the sheer fabric followed her curves inward to her waist, then back out again for her chest. The neckline was more like a breast-line. The low cut put the top of her breasts on proud display. I remember tying to pick out exactly how far beneath the edge of the fabric lay her nipples. Not far, I decided.

The thin spaghetti straps wrapped elegantly around the back of Sherry's neck, which was complimented by a similarly thin gold chain. A single pearl mounted in an elegant gold ellipse dangled from the center of the chain, leading my eyes back down to Sherry's breasts. I tried not to stare at that one spot, taking glances all over her body, but it was hard to look away. Her breasts were perfectly rounded in that dress, and although I had gotten to play with them earlier in the day, I now had to suppress my drooling instinct.

I understood very well the effect of a woman leaving something to the imagination, while simultaneously letting everyone in the room know what lay beneath. And indeed, everyone in the room seemed to notice Sherry. Heads turned, both male and female. She was not bikini-model thin, nor did she have porn-star unrealistic proportions. She had good muscle tone from her shoulders to her legs. She was real. She was perfect.

"Wh--...Wow," I stammered. "Wh-ha..." gulping, and finally, "You look gorgeous."

Sherry smiled at me. "Thank you! You're not so bad yourself." She surreptitiously smacked my butt. She noticed me drinking her in, but didn't notice anyone else. She didn't have to. She knew exactly what she was doing.

I lifted her hand in the air to spin her around. Sherry obliged, the flirty bottom of her skirt rising briefly to a tantalizing height. I immediately wondered what she was wearing underneath, if anything. The dress was nearly backless, revealing skin down to where many women have a lower-back tattoo. But she did not have one. Nothing scarred the beauty of her skin.

"Do you always pack outfits like this for a ski trip?" I asked, assuming she was indeed on a vacation like me and not a local. I was secretly hoping that she would tell me whether she was on vacation or lived here.

"You never know who you're going to meet," she said coyly. 'Nuf said.

A waiter offered to show us to our table. Sherry walked ahead of me into the dining area of the restaurant. I was a little self-conscious at first, having such a gorgeous babe with me. I have rarely been seen in such company.

I began to relax after a few minutes. Ironically, it was the reaction of everyone around us that made me more comfortable. Actually, it was making me more confident. I caught a number of guys catching some not-so-subtle glimpses of Sherry. Even some women were eyeing us, perhaps figuring that there must be a reason why this beautiful blonde was with me. Were they thinking I was a billionaire? Were they thinking I had a massive cock? Would they believe me if I told them I had face planted into her breasts earlier today, and that ultimately led to wild sex on the gondola?

The waitress showed us to a booth next to a tall window at the back of the restaurant. I ordered a Guinness and she ordered a strawberry-lime margarita. Time to find out what this ski bunny was all about.

We had talked during each ski lift ride today, but only to compare notes about different ski resorts we had been to, our favorite parts of this resort, and various experiences we had with falling. To play it safe I continued with that subject matter. It had proven successful before, so I figured it was a safe way to start the dinner conversation. Soon I found myself telling her about mangling my wrist a few years ago, and how I got up and continued to ski. I didn't even know it was broken until an x-ray proved it the next day.

Sherry described her brush with death falling near some rocks when she was in college.

"And you still don't wear a helmet?" I asked, although it was the lack of a helmet that was key to her getting my attention earlier that day.

"I know, I know," she admitted, rolling her eyes. "I really need to get one. There aren't many holdouts like me anymore."

This reminded me that I didn't know how old she was. Her youthful good looks couldn't hide a few years of experience that both her body and face showed in the right light. She was not the petite, skinny teenager that she probably once was, and thankfully so. She was sexy enough in her current condition to start an erection at the mere thought of her nude body. And although I could stare at her face all day, if I looked for it I could see the minutely subtle effects of stress. None of that made her any less attractive to me or anyone else in the restaurant.

When I first met her I guessed her age to be between 27 and 33 years old. I wanted to ask, but treaded lightly. She mentioned that her brush with death was during her college years, so I cautiously asked how long she had been holding out on getting a helmet.

"Long enough," she said modestly. "I know what you tried to do right there."

"Whaaaat?" I said, faux-innocently. She was so confident, calling me out like that. But she didn't say anything further. She just smiled at me mischievously and stared into my soul. Her eyes were captivating, and she knew it. Even her blinks were beautiful. I stared back at her, simultaneously enjoying the view and trying to read her. But that was too much for me to take in, and she was too good at this game.

I finally broke the silence. "OK, me first. I broke my wrist when I was 26, in 2008."

Sherry instantly did the math without breaking her stare. "So you're 30," she declared.

"Yup. And trying to prove that I've still got it."

"I would say you do." I didn't know if she was talking about skiing or sex, and I didn't care. Still staring at me, she wrapped her lips around the straw in her drink and began sipping.

"So I hope I'm not suddenly too old for you," I said.

Sherry laughed and almost spit up some of her drink. "You don't have to worry about that," she said. "I'm kinda trying to make sure I've still got it, too."

"I would definitely say you do," I replied in kind.

She paused, leaned back in her seat, and after a moment started up again. "I have a confession to make." Finally, one of her secrets coming out! "I'm a bit older than you."

I was intrigued. "How much?" I asked.

Sherry paused. She nervously looked up at the corner of the room where the ceiling met the wall. Then finally: "I'm 34."

"You are not!" I said while chuckling.

"OK, then. I'm not."

I figured no woman who so recently shared such a hot fuck with me would ever lie about being four years older than me. I once again found myself flabbergasted.

"I'm sure you've heard this before, but you look younger."

"Thank you." She blushed. Her head was cocked down, and her eyelashes flipped up as she looked up at me. "Say it again."

"You could pass for 27. I'm serious."

She giggled contentedly. "You are going to get sooo lucky tonight."

Just then I felt something high on my inner thigh. It was her foot. She had left her shoe on the floor and was now groping up my leg with her toes. She stared at me with a sly grin, and I could feel my cock stirring. It was just a tease, though. Just as her foot came within inches of my groin, it slowly withdrew. But it was enough to awaken my cock and start it reaching out to try to meet her foot. I started thinking of the possibilities of what would happen later that night.

"I have another confession to make," Sherry said.

"You came here in a DeLorean and you have to go back to the year 2185?"

"No," she laughed heartily.

"You're Lindsey Vonn's evil step-sister who didn't get into the Olympics, and now you want revenge?"

"No!" she laughed again.

"Ran away from the Fundamentalist LDS cult?"

"Will you stop being a retard and let me talk?!"

"OK, go ahead," I relented.

She leaned forward and motioned for me to do the same. I thought she just wanted to kiss me, but she turned her lips toward my ear. "Well," she whispered, and paused. "I really want to hump your brains out. Right. Now."

The words felt like an avalanche, filling my ear with her hot breath and sexual desire. I had never had anyone say that to me before. This was certainly something I was not used to.

I backed up a few inches from her face and mouthed the word Now?

She nodded slowly. I guess what they say about women's sexual desire peaking in their 30s is true. This one wanted action! Who was I to deny her?

Sitting back in her seat again, Sherry said out loud, "Will you excuse me please, Will? I need to powder my nose."

I was still too shocked to reply. She slid out of her side of the booth and disappeared toward the back of the restaurant. I watched her hips sway from side to side. The bottom of her dress swished in response and flirted with revealing her well-toned butt, and yet it was obvious that there was no risk of it ever rising quite that high on its own. God, I just wanted to lift up that thin piece of fabric and bury my face in those big globes.

I waited at our booth for a moment so nobody would make the connection between her going to the restroom at the same time as myself. I finally got up and headed for the men's room. I didn't know exactly what she had in mind, or how she intended to implement her plan. Where would we do this? How would we not get caught? Would the maitre' d call the police? I only started thinking about these practicalities as I reached the back of the restaurant.

Just then, the door to the ladies' room opened a crack, and I could see a sliver of Sherry's smiling face. She quickly opened the door just wide enough to grab me and pull me inside. She locked the door behind me and before I knew it we were locked in a hand-groping, body melding, lip-wrestling embrace that did nothing to hide the lust we had for each other. For a couple minutes I couldn't notice my surroundings, and all those fearful questions from just a few seconds ago went out the window. All that remained was lust. Sheer, unbridled lust.

My hand quickly found the bottom of her dress and went inside of it. I grabbed her ass, feeling nothing but skin. No panties! That answered the question of how far up her stockings went. As my lips kneaded her lips, my hands kneaded her butt cheek. She moaned in response. She had already unbuttoned three buttons on my shirt, and I was trying to squirm out of it. Meanwhile, my cock was trying to squirm out of my underwear as it quickly became rigid.

"I haven't stopped thinking about this afternoon. It's made me so horny!" she said, her tone of voice escalating as my hand found her breast. I must have been a little too excited, because I didn't just cup it gently: I grabbed it forcefully. Sherry squealed so loudly that it startled both of us. We stopped moving instantly, and the small room became quiet.

It was then that we first realized how loud our groping was: Fabric rubbing upon fabric, skin on skin, feet shifting on the floor, and all the heavy breathing that goes along with a high-powered make-out session. Both of us whispered a giggle.

I quickly looked around. One toilet, one sink, one trash can. It was meant for just one person, hence the lock on the door. It was large for a singleton, however. This was a nice restaurant, so as far as public restrooms go, this one was very nicely decorated, and exceptionally clean. Not a bad place to get some clandestine action, I thought, if you're going to do it in a public place. We both knew, however, that someone could walk by the door at any time and hear us.

So we continued our groping more quietly. She caressed my chest with both hands. My lips departed from hers and left a trail of kisses across her cheek and down her neck. I grabbed her hips under her dress and turned her around. My mouth found the tie that kept the spaghetti straps of her dress fastened around the back of her neck. Using only my teeth, I managed to pull one end, slowly, and untie it. The top half of her dress immediately fell to her waist and her glorious breasts fell free.

My hands reached her chest so quickly that there wasn't any time for her to feel naked. My hands are a decent size, but her tits were more than I could take in with just one hand on each. They were elegantly soft, but firm enough for me to knead them forcefully. Sherry almost squealed again, but just barely stifled by biting her lower lip. The flesh of her smooth white tits spilled out to the side of my hands and bulged between my fingers as I squeezed.




The Ski Bunny Ch. 02



I kissed the back of her sweet-smelling hair and pushed the bulge in my pants onto her ass. She pushed her hips back in response, then reached back and grabbed my ass through my jeans, pulling me into her even harder. Soon my pelvis began to undulate almost involuntarily. I was bumping my bulge into her round, barely covered ass, and she responded in rhythm.

After a few minutes of this she couldn't wait any longer. She spun me around and started to unfasten my belt. I resumed the work she had started at removing my shirt. Before long we were both topless and she was working on the button of my jeans.  

Sherry squatted down so that she was looking right at the big cock that she just freed. It bounded out of my black briefs, and almost instantly completed its growth and pointing nearly straight up. I have rarely seen my cock point higher or felt it harder. It could have bounced a bullet. Sherry lightly caressed the engorged tip with her fingertips. My cock jumped as she did. She rubbed the tip gently, then, even more gently, licked the underside of the head with the tip of her tongue.

My cock jumped again and I thought I could have cum right then and there. She flicked the same spot a few times with her tongue as I strained to stay silent. I could hear my heavy breathing echoing off the tile floor and walls. After a minute of licking my cockhead and making it so sensitive that I could have felt a speck of dust land on it, she took it into her mouth: just the head. She moved her mouth back and forth slightly, so that only the edge of my head slid past her lips. Her tongue flicked the very tip of my cock as she did this.

"Holy shit!" I whispered between breaths. "Holy fuck! Sherry!" I had to place my hand on the edge of the sink for support. This was the best start to a blow job I had ever felt. She rubbed the ridge of my cockhead like this for a minute, then slowly took one more inch into her mouth, still concentrating on my head, and now flicking it with her tongue.

Damn, was she good at this! After another minute, she took yet another inch into her mouth. The assault on the leading half of my cock was smooth and wet, and her tongue lashing at the bottom of my head made me break out in a cold sweat. Her right hand started to lightly massage the other half, daring it to summon up a load of semen.

She was so good at this that she didn't need to take any more of me into her mouth. After another minute I felt the leading edge of my orgasm start to well up at the base of my cock. "I can feel it coming on!" I said. Sherry continued to massage the end of my dick, and the orgasm began to develop in earnest.

"Oh my God, Sherry! I'm gonna cum!" I warned her, trembling. I was amazed. Nobody had made me cum that fast from a blow job. I had never had anyone who knew just how to massage my dick and get me off that fast.

"Ahh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" I whisper-yelled. But she didn't stop. With the last glimmer of rational thought, I wondered if she would have to walk back into the restaurant with the smell of cum on her mouth, or her lipstick smeared from cleaning it off.

But that concern was vaporized by the orgasm that enveloped me, took hold of me, consumed me. My knees started shaking and I almost collapsed. My cock and balls responded as a team to the sensations that Sherry was giving me, and the first spurt of cum shot out the tip of my dick. It was a big one--I could feel it. I could clearly feel every subsequent spurt and hear every one of the groans that I couldn't hold back. It was an incredible sensation to feel my semen leaving me so quickly. It must have shot right down Sherry's throat. My butt clenched with every squirt, and Sherry didn't stop her massage until I was totally spent and her mouth totally full.

Just then there was a knock at the door. We stopped, stunned.

"Is everything alright in there?" an elderly female voice asked. I couldn't believe it! I had barely finished cumming!

Sherry quickly stood up, spat the remainder in the toilet, and flushed it. "Just fine," she said with a trembling voice over the noise of the toilet. "Be out in a minute."

A shock of adrenaline shot through me. We're caught for sure! I thought. I dared not speak.

Sherry pulled up the top of her dress and re-fastened it around the back of her neck. I put my shirt back on and sloppily tucked it into my jeans. My dick was still so hard that I found it difficult to fit back in my briefs. The tip poked out the top and I could barely fasten my pants. My belt buckle was jingling the entire time as I fumbled around. That woman out there had to know what was going on.

Sherry quickly washed up at the sink. I mouthed the words "What do we do?" to her mirror reflection. She shrugged and took hold of the door handle. I begged her silently not to open it. But I knew that she had to. I hid behind the door as Sherry exited and apologized to the lady for taking so long.

"Oh, not to worry, dear." The door closed, but I could clearly hear the lady continue. "Say, that sure is a nice-looking man you were sitting with."

"Why thank you!" Sherry responded politely. "He sure is nice."

"Dear, you're young and beautiful. Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure. What?"

"Actually, it's for all of us. My friends and I watched him walk you to your seat, and we want to make sure someone is getting a piece of that." Sherry giggled. The lady continued, "So when your man takes you home tonight, invite him in and give him a ride he won't ever forget!" I thought of the grandmother from The Wedding Singer who openly talks about all her sexual exploits. "Do him for all of us who won't get the chance to do him ourselves."

Sherry laughed and said, "OK, I'll think about it and we'll see what--"

"Don't think about it," the lady interrupted forcefully. "Just do him! Put your two bodies together and make some hot, sweet whoopee! Maybe try using some whipped cream. Get creative. Have fun while you can."

Sherry laughed some more, agreed, and then went away. Who the hell is this lady? I wondered. These small mountain towns certainly have their unique charm.

The lady opened the door and entered the restroom as I tried to make myself as thin as possible behind the door. I knew it was of little use, but I wanted to postpone the inevitable for as long as possible. The lady passed the door and headed for the toilet. Her head was turned just far enough for me to try to make a quick turn around the door and out into the hall.

Success. Ha! I'm a ninja! I thought. As I walked away basking in my triumph, I thought I heard a voice coming from inside the restroom saying, "Good job, young man!"

I had had too much excitement in the past few minutes to think about the meaning of what I might or might not have just heard. I just continued back to the booth where Sherry was waiting for me.

I sat down and our eyes met. Then she smirked and we instantly broke into laughter. We laughed a relieved, yet impish laugh, maintaining our eye contact. It was the kind of laugh that two people can only share having just engaged in something so unique, so spontaneous, and so intimately ours, only ours. No words were necessary. We both knew the other's thoughts.

Chapter 5

Our food arrived before any more words were exchanged. I actually thought of throwing some cash on the table and quickly leading Sherry back to her place so we could pick up where we left off. But I was famished, and I figured there would be plenty of time for sex later. Sherry had made herself even more intriguing with that restroom stunt. I wanted to find out more about her. I could postpone sex long enough to do some reconnaissance work on my new lover.

We ate and the conversation flowed. We both divulged a few of the basics that we had ignored during our ski conquests. She was indeed on vacation like me, but she was sort of a regular to this part of the mountains, spending three to four weeks here each year. She was one of three owners of the condo where I picked her up. A couple old college friends were the others. They were here earlier in the week but had to get back to their jobs a couple days before Sherry. She worked for an advertising agency with odd and sometimes grueling hours, but "a paycheck that more than makes up for it," she admitted.

I tried to describe my boring office job at an insurance company. It's rather complicated, involving quality control and auditing of departments within the company. I was never able to articulate it in layman's terms to anyone outside my own circle of colleagues, and tonight was no exception. Sherry looked confused. Her furrowed brow somehow made her even cuter. I tried explaining it again.

"Wait," she interrupted. A look of revelation spread across her face. "I know what's going on here. You work for the CIA, don't you? Black ops. You can't tell me what you really do, so you created this elaborate yet non-specific story about a boring office job."

I paused just briefly enough to recognize her dry humor. I leaned in toward her and spoke softly. "OK listen." I glanced around the room. "They're gonna kill me if they find out that anyone knows, so if you ever want to have wild, unbridled sex with me again, you're gonna have to keep it quiet! Got it?"

Sherry tilted her head down and looked up at me. "Don't worry about me," she whispered. "I may scream a lot of things during orgasm, but I'll never reveal the truth."

I laughed out loud, unable to control myself. Sherry let herself go as well. The night just got better from there. We shared some more of our histories, which included waxing nostalgic about our college experiences, hers at Northwestern, close to her roots, and mine further away in Seattle. By the time dessert arrived we felt comfortable enough to share Cliff Notes on our earliest sexual encounters. Hers was certainly more interesting than mine.

"Fourteen," she said.

"Umm, is that how many partners you've had?"

"No, that's when I lost my virginity. Age fourteen. He was a junior and I was a freshman. He was trouble. A real smooth operator. I had no business hanging out with him. All he wanted to do was get into my pants, and I let him. I guess it was a rebellion thing, y'know? I wanted to get back at my mom for divorcing my dad, and for him never being around."

"So your relationship with your parents...."

"Not that great. I guess you could say I had daddy issues. I tried to fill the void he left with guys that wanted to sleep with me. They showered me with love and affection. Just not the right kind. I thought that's what I wanted, but they were all just shallow teenage assholes."

"You must have been a very beautiful girl."

"I was an early bloomer. I'm not gonna lie: I got more than my fair share of attention from guys, but of course they knew they could talk me into bed with them. I slept with a handful of them, smoked some pot, even did a little coke and got into some real trouble before I could finally see past the end of my nose. I finally realized that I was going downhill really fast and that nothing I was doing was making me happy. I suddenly saw the big picture and straightened myself out."

"What caused the change?" I asked.

Sherry paused, sighed, then said, "A girl named Anneliese. She came along and pretty much saved me...made me see that it wasn't all about me. She helped me see what was really important."

"Are you still friends with her?"

"Oh yes," she confirmed, and then with her fingers crossed, "She and I are like that! She was at my wedding, and we're still extremely close."

She went on to explain that she married her college sweetheart right after graduation, but it didn't last long. I didn't press her for any more details on this. She said she had been single for quite some time, not dating too much, and certainly not sleeping around. She wanted to make sure that I knew she hasn't done this with anyone, at least not since high school.

"But don't worry," she said to me. "This isn't the same as that. You're not like those jerks. You're...." Sherry scrunched up her cute nose, searching for the right words. "You're real. You're down to earth. I feel like I can talk to you, and you will listen. You're not trying to get into my pants."

"Is that all it takes?" I teased. "I just have to listen and not try?"

"Well, that, and you're such a hot cutie!" she said like a teenager. I smiled.

"Thanks," I said. "It's been a while since anyone said anything like that to me." I paused. "Yup, I remember her," I continued, nodding at the ceiling and pretending to wax nostalgic. "That frat party really got her drunk."

Sherry laughed. "You see, that's what I mean. It's not just that we have the same sense of humor. It just seemed like we had a connection right away. We think alike, and I haven't felt that with too many people in my life. I felt comfortable with you. I felt safe with you." She paused and looked down. Then back at me, timid and smiling. "I guess that's why I was able to cum so quickly."

She paused again to take the final bite of her creme brulee, then slurped the last bit of her margarita. "Plus, I haven't had sex in a long time."

"How long is a long time?" I didn't know if she would answer this question.

"A loooong time!" I was right.

"We have something in common," I said. "I didn't get into trouble as a teenager, but I do have a failed marriage in my past."

"How long were you married?"

"Only two years. She was very dishonest with me, primarily about being in love with me. She also turned out to be a gold digger, not that I had much gold for her to dig up." Sherry didn't press me for any more details, and I was fine with that for now. "So I've been single for nearly three years, and it's been over a year since I've been with a woman. And I certainly haven't been with anyone like you!"

A grin spread across Sherry's face. Even her eyes smiled at me. Despite our kissing, her lipstick was still elegantly painted on her lips in fuck-me red. The gold chain around her neck still dangled the pearl pendant beneath her neckline, enticing me to follow it down to view her deep cleavage. Her breasts were still bulging out the top of her sheer dress, aching to be freed.

"I'm glad we met," she finally said, awakening me from my trance.

"Me too," I said. "And as far as women I've had sex with in a gondola, you were the..." I trailed off, glancing at the ceiling and counting on my fingers for a few seconds. "...first!"

Sherry laughed. "And best!"

"You bet your hot ass!"

"You were really good too. But I don't think that was my best performance."

"Oh?" I implored.

"It's not easy to maneuver in that cramped space."

"Or in a restaurant bathroom."

"I bet we could do better at...say..." she paused, teasing me. "...my place."

I immediately signaled to the waiter for our check. No coffee. No more talking. It was time to get it on with Sherry!

Chapter 6

I shoved Sherry back against the door to her condominium. Then I shoved my face onto hers, and she accepted with a wet kiss. We were already breathing heavily, having nearly ran four blocks from the Prime Steakhouse. We were both so horny for each other that we couldn't wait to get the fucking started.

Sherry fumbled around for the door handle, found it, then remembering that doors tend to not open when they are locked, she broke our kiss, spun around, and quickly unlocked the door. She pulled me inside by my hand, as if I needed any encouragement.

Her coat, hat, and shoes came off immediately as she led me through the entry way and into the spacious kitchen. Ornately outfitted with a silver refrigerator, gas stove, and several pots and pans hanging near a bronze exhaust hood, it was immaculately clean and there was plenty of counter space, even with all the small appliances that were backed against the wall. A wide vase of wildflowers was the centerpiece to the island countertop in the middle of the kitchen.

The open design of the condo bled into a darkened living area. Sherry had gone into this room to turn on some music. Wooden beams lay exposed below the high, vaulted ceiling. The far wall was mostly windows. I learned later that it had an excellent view of the mountains opposite the ski resort. A hallway to my left revealed opened doors to three bedrooms. I was impressed. A condo like this must cost over a million dollars in a ski town.

"So what exactly do you do?" I asked, my voice faintly echoing off the far, unseen end of the living space. I removed my boots and placed them in the entryway.

"I like to spend money," said Sherry's voice from the shadows. "You have to spend it to make it."

The room was soon filled with instrumental fusion jazz. "Nice touch," I remarked. Sherry emerged from behind a couch and came prancing back into the kitchen.

She lifted herself onto the countertop island and sat with legs dangling. She leaned forward, placing her hands on the edge of the counter. Gravity pulled her breasts very slightly away from the rest of her torso, making them appear even bigger as they just barely hid under the top of her dress. I could see right down the top of her cleavage, in between those soft globes. I could make out the elegant curve of the sides of her breasts, down to the darkness near her tummy.

My erection was already pressing hard against my pants, and I swear I felt my cock twitch when I saw her legs. The bottom hemline of her dress rode up so high on her thighs that I could see the darkened top edge of her stockings, and I swear I could see the bottom curve of her butt. Her crotch wasn't hidden by much. I hadn't felt any panties in the restaurant bathroom. She was either wearing a thong, or she had either spent the night completely naked under that flirty dress.

Sherry extended her legs and removed her stockings, left leg first, then right. She beckoned me closer with her feet, then pulled me in with them as I stepped closer. I caressed her calves, slowly working my hands past her knees, and as I stepped closer, up her thighs. I finally stopped where the thin fabric of her dress started. We wrapped our arms around each other and began kissing again.

"Well?" she said between kisses.

"Well what?"

"What do you have in mind for tonight?"

"Let me show you," I said as I placed one hand on her breast and gently squeezed. A small gasp escaped Sherry's lips, but we continued our heavy make-out session. I slipped my other hand under her dress, on a bare butt cheek. My fingertips traced a line down the outside of her thigh, turned the corner just before her knee, then traced a line up the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs slightly. My fingers didn't stop at the hemline of her dress. I went right past it to where her thong was struggling to cover up her pussy, and I pressed in.

Another gasp escaped Sherry's lips, this one a bit bigger. She gently bit my lip and spread her legs more. My left hand continued to massage her breast while my right hand slipped a finger under the thin fabric of her thong and started exploring her labia. It was already moist. Sherry's breathing instantly sped up as I spread her juices all over her pussy lips.

"Oh yes," Sherry said. "Oh yes, that feels good. Oh Will, I want you so bad!" Her voice quivered with a groan.

"Tell me what you want," I said as I moved my kisses down her neck.

"I want you to kiss me all over my body!"

"And then?" My kisses moved beneath her neckline, to the top of her cleavage.

"I want you to keep fingering me like that. Aaahh! Ohh, right there, right there! Ooh yeah, that's so good! So fucking goooood!"

I reached up and untied the strap that held the top of her dress in place. It fell down and her breasts were once again released from their confines. They were smooth, milky white orbs, topped by darkened areola and eraser-sized nipples that became gum-drop sized as I thumbed them. I considered them the epitome of feminine sensuality. They were a work of art: perfectly rounded, not too perky as to be fake, but not sagging too much either. I guessed that they must be C-cups. They were firm, but sensually malleable in my hands.




The Ski Bunny Ch. 02



Sherry slid her thumbs in between her hips and the thin fabric of her thong. Immediately she slid it down, and my fingers broke contact with her pussy just long enough to let the thong slide by and land on the kitchen floor. The unfettered access to her lady parts was such a turn-on.

"And then?" I finally continued.

"I want you to lay me down..."

Sherry panted heavily. My right hand continued its assault on her pussy lips.

"...and take that big hard cock of yours..."

I began to suck on her breast. Her panting became irregular for a moment.

"...and stick it in my pussy! AAAHHH!"

Right then I stuck one finger inside her hole. It was so wet that it slid right in. I could feel the smooth walls of her vagina on my fingertip. Sherry squealed. Her panting became more than just whispers. By this time she had opened her legs much wider, allowing me full access to the center of her femininity.

I took as much of her breast into my mouth as I could and flicked her nipple with my tongue. I was assaulting her senses on three fronts: lips, breasts, and pussy. It was difficult to make sure I was doing my best on all three.

Without looking, Sherry quickly unbuttoned my shirt and brought it down over my shoulders. I refused to let my hands stop their work, so she couldn't get it all the way off my body. So she started in on my belt. Then she unfastened my jeans and impatiently reached inside to feel my cock. It had grown fully erect long ago, and now that the top of my jeans had been brought down, I could feel a breeze on the very tip of my cock. I had grown so big and hard that it was poking out the top of my black briefs. Sherry found this opening and used it to get her entire hand underneath. She grabbed my cock just under the head, covering half of it. Her fingers barely reached all the way around .

"Oh yes, Will. Your cock is so huge! I want it inside me," Sherry whined. She was conflicted again. We both wanted to just fuck like animals right away, but we also both wanted to make this last.

I gently slipped another finger into her pussy. She moaned loudly at this. It was getting tight in there but I continued to work her vagina, sliding my fingers in and out, and bending them just enough to give extra attention to the area of her g-spot. Sherry continued to moan. I used my thumb to gently rub her clit, and her moans turned higher.

My tongue was still playing with her left nipple while my other hand gripped her right breast. "Harder," she said. I didn't know if she meant the pussy fingering or the breast massaging. So I stepped it up for both. I squeezed her breast harder with my hand and pressed her other nipple between my tongue and teeth while I simultaneously drove my fingers harder into her pussy.

Sherry's moans turned into yelps and squeals. "Oh Will! Oh Will!! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't you fucking staaahh-aaahh-oooh!" Her words became unintelligible sounds at that point. I pressed my thumb into her clit a little harder. Her grip on my cock became progressively harder as she sank deeper and deeper into the pleasure of sexual sensations that I was giving her. I was already proud of myself. Never before had I been able to please a woman like this.

My hands were becoming very tired, but I kept going. The fingers that I had buried in her pussy threatened to cramp up, but I knew I had to continue rubbing her g-spot. I was relishing the feel of her warm, soft insides, and her smooth, squishy breast. Sherry's yelps and moans kept rhythm with her panting. Then they became irregular. Suddenly, they stopped altogether.

Orgasm.

Her entire body tensed up and seemed to hover above the countertop that she was laying on. Her back arched, causing her tits to extend upward. She gripped my cock so much it almost hurt. I looked up just enough to see her eyes shut tightly. Her forehead wrinkled as her brain strived to take in and process all the incredible sensations she was feeling. Her mouth stayed wide open but silent. I could tell that her consciousness had left this world. The orgasm lifted her mind out of the kitchen, out of the condo, above the mountains, and into an unseen, indescribable bliss.

I continued my assault on her body, and it began to quiver, then shake violently. Her entire body spasmed irregularly, and her voice finally came back in high-pitched, high-octane cries, one quickly following another. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought she was in pain. But I knew it was just the opposite. As she came down from her orgasm, words slowly returned to her voice.

"Aaahh! Aahh! Ohh! Ohmah...ohmygod! Ohmygod Will! Oh fuck, Will!" Her breathing slowed as she spoke. This went on for a moment as she regained consciousness.

Sherry finally opened her eyes again, and I released her breast and removed my fingers from her pussy. My entire palm was covered in her juices. Sherry looked at me for a moment, thanking me with her eyes. Her breathing was still very deep, and her chest rose and fell in rhythm.

But it wasn't over for either of us.

"Fuck me Will!" she demanded between breaths. "Fuck me now!"

I removed my shirt from its halfway-off position. My jeans and underwear came down together without a hitch. She lay almost naked and gorgeous on the island countertop, her dress bunched up around her waist. She kept her knees bent up and legs spread wide. She did nothing to hide any of her silky smooth white skin. She was awaiting my arrival on top of her.

I climbed onto the countertop and laid my naked, sweaty body on top of hers. Her tits pressed into my chest, my hips pressed into her hips, and my lips pressed onto her lips. Her legs were spread wide. She was ready to accept me. The incredible sensation of laying on top of her was only to be eclipsed by the imminent sensation of her pussy surrounding my rock-hard cock. I lifted my hips a bit and positioned the tip of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. All I had to was push, and I was in.

But Sherry stopped me. She gently pushed me off to the side and got off the countertop.

"What the hell?" I protested. I began to wonder how many times I could stand being teased with a near-sex experience, only to be cock-blocked.

"Come over here." She motioned as she started walking down the hall. "It'll be much better this way." She lifted her dress over her head, and for the first time I saw her 100 percent naked.

I watched the completely nude Sherry slowly saunter away down the hall. Her curves called to me. Her hips swayed with extra swagger, and her butt seemed to have extra definition in the dim hallway light. She glanced back at me in a are-you-coming-or-not sort of sly confidence.

I started running after her with my erect dick leading the way. She squealed and ran into the furthest bedroom, plopping herself face-down onto the bed. She screamed as I pounced on her, then laughed. I dove my face into her hair and kissed the back of her neck.

Then I kissed down the length of her body, as she had commanded earlier. I caressed her sides as I led a trail of kisses down her back, paying extra attention to her butt. Then as I kissed down one leg, she spread her legs open a bit for me. I kissed up her other leg and her legs spread wider. She raised her butt in the air a bit, allowing me access to her snatch from behind. I kissed it briefly, then teased it with a couple licks.

Sherry rolled over and wrapped her legs around me. I went in for a heavy, wet kiss, and she kissed back hard. Her hands rubbed my back furiously and soon found my butt. She pulled me in toward her as I lay face down on top of her. Her legs were wide open and my throbbing cock was rubbing against her engorged pussy lips.

"Please," Sherry begged between breaths. "Stick it in."

I guided the tip of my cock into her opening once again. This time there was no stopping us. I pushed forward and overcame the slightest resistance. The first three inches went in suddenly. Sherry inhaled sharply, and I paused. Very slowly, I continued. I wanted to savor the experience. In any lovemaking session, the first time I slide my cock in always seems to be the best. She was well lubricated with her own juices, so my dick slid easily the rest of the way in, and I felt complete.

We stared each other in the eye as I simply held my throbbing cock inside of her. Neither of us moved. We both just wanted to be joined, me inside her. I made sure I was as deep as I could possibly go, with our pelvises pressing up against each other and my pubic hair meshing with her thin landing strip. I didn't think it was possible to be any deeper inside her than I had been earlier that day in the gondola, but I swear I pushed an extra quarter inch into her.

She was so soft in there, and so warm, almost burning hot. And It...Felt...So...Good. It was amazing how deep inside her the tip of my cock was, and I could feel every inch of it. We resumed kissing, softer this time. I stayed inside her, not moving, just relishing the sensation of my entire cock filling up 100 percent of her glorious pussy. We kissed for a few moments in this position, simply enjoying the feeling of that union.

I wanted to be inside her in two ways, so I stuck my tongue deep inside her mouth. Her tongue danced with mine, but Sherry had an extra trick up her sleeve. Or should I say, up her vagina. As our tongues did a do-see-do, I felt her pussy's grip on my cock get suddenly tighter for a brief moment.

I broke our kiss and said, "Whoah, what was that?"

"That was me, lover."

"You mean you can squeeze? Down there?"

"Mmm-hmm," Sherry cooed. "It's something that us more experienced women can do to please our men."

She squeezed again, and I moaned involuntarily. I had never had any woman do that with me. It was the most incredible sensation I had ever felt outside of an orgasm. Sherry smiled. She could see how much I enjoyed it, so she squeezed one more time, and I just couldn't stay still anymore. I just had to fuck her!

I withdrew my cock nearly all the way, so that my mushroom head was just barely penetrating the opening to her hole. Then very slowly, I pushed it back in, feeling every inch of her pussy slide by, until my balls hit her butt. I did this a few more times, gradually picking up the pace with each insertion. Sherry's breathing became heavy and interspersed with the occasional moan. The look on her face—mouth halfway open, wrinkled forehead—indicated that she was enjoying it as much as I was. She began to move her hips, matching my rhythm and driving me deep with every thrust.

My pace continued to increase, and her hips followed suit. Making love to Sherry on a deluxe king-sized bed definitely felt better than contorting ourselves in a small gondola cabin. And there was just something about the missionary position that got me off. It wasn't an exciting, exotic position that required a lot of skill. We didn't need that right now. We had all that we wanted with me on top, her legs wrapped tightly around my butt, her pussy wrapped tightly around my cock. She hadn't even pulled the comforter off the bed, so we were making love on top of an extra soft cushion.

My hips were thrusting my dick inside of her, and she wanted more. "Harder," she commanded. So I began to absolutely pound her, not just harder but faster. She immediately screamed in delight, a wave of pleasure sweeping over her from the more forceful meeting of our genitals.

Our pelvises were slapping together four times per second. The bed frame was squeaking and it seemed like the whole thing was about to fall apart. We didn't care. I continued my sprint pounding of her pussy until I simultaneously ran out of energy and began to feel my balls tightening up in a familiar pre-orgasm build-up. I pulled out for a moment, and Sherry groaned.

"What's wrong?" she asked. We were both breathing rapidly and dripping sweat onto the comforter. I could feel my pulse pounding in my head.

"Nothing," I replied. "I just want it to last." I kneeled high over her, taking in the glorious sight below me: Sherry. Beautiful and sexy. Completely naked. Milky white skin glistening with sweat. Perfectly curved breasts and hips. Nipples standing up straight. I had allowed her necklace to stay on. Being the only thing on her, it added to her allure. Her legs were spread wide and wanting me back in that hotbox of a pussy. She was perfectly shaved down there, except for her lightly colored landing strip.

"Don't worry about finishing too soon," Sherry said. "Just fuck me and cum big whenever it comes. Then we can do it all over again!"

I smiled at her, then bent down to kiss her pussy. I lapped at it with my tongue and Sherry resumed her moaning. But I couldn't resist the urge to fuck, so I led a trail of kisses from her pussy, past her belly button, to her tits, kissing each hardened nipple, along the nape of her neck, across her jawline, and onto her mouth again.

I was in position again, so without much hesitation I guided my dick back into her warm and waiting pussy. Both of us moaned again. I fucked her hard again, but a little slower than before. I found a pace that I could sustain. My dick slid in and out repeatedly, and we savored the sensation.

Our skin was slapping together, and we continued this pure fucking for a few more minutes before I could sense the leading edge of my orgasm starting up again. Sherry was fucking me back, her hips moving in sync with mine so that she shared the workload of moving nearly my entire six and a half inches in and out of her pussy with every thrust. She pushed me hard into her with every undulation, occasionally squeezing my dick with her pussy.

My orgasm approached faster and faster. The sensation was building up, building up, building up, then holding at an insanely high note, but I knew it hadn't topped out yet. "Holy crap!" I exclaimed. I didn't know it could feel this intense for so long, and I started wondering when the top of my orgasm would crash down upon me. "Aw FUCK!" I yelled so loud I could hear it echo off the walls between Sherry's high-pitched moans.

Just then her pussy squeezed my dick one more time, and that sent me over the edge of a cliff. The absolute height of my orgasm shot through me, and it was so intense that I didn't think I could take it. But I had no choice, as one giant spurt of cum shot out the tip of my dick and past her cervix. Then another. Then another. And more and more.

I wasn't aware of anything else. The building could have been on fire and I wouldn't have known it. All I could hear, see, feel was the sheer sensation of that blissful orgasm--with cum repeatedly shooting out of my cock into her pussy--enveloping my whole being. For those few seconds, my entire world centered around this paralyzing but heavenly climax.

Sherry's pussy kept squeezing, coaxing my orgasm to its full completion. I felt like I had shot more semen into Sherry than I ever had released before in a single orgasm. The spurts gradually became less and less intense, and I returned to Earth. I found myself face down on the bed, my head nestled between her head and shoulder. I inhaled the scent of her sweet blonde hair. We were both breathing hard, but slowing down, and her legs were still wrapped tightly around my butt.

"Oh my God," I said after a few moments.

"Wow," said Sherry, giggling. "You came rather hard!"

"Yeah," I panted. "FUCK that was good! Holy shit."

"You were amazing," Sherry confirmed. She kissed me softly, brushing her tongue against mine.

It took a while for my dick to start softening, and when it did I finally withdrew. We rolled off the bed in opposite directions, pulled back the comforter and blanket, and climbed into bed together.

We were roasting, but we didn't care. Our skin was pushed together, mixing the sweat that we had produced. I lay on my back and Sherry snuggled up to me on my right side. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly. We lay there in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's embrace and living in the afterglow.

"Are you going to tell Anneliese about this?" I finally asked.

Sherry laughed softly. "Probably. You cool with that?"

"Yup," I replied. "No worries." Not that I could have stopped her.

We soaked in the silence for another few minutes. The snow piled up outside as our night's sweat evaporated off our clothes.

"Will?" Sherry finally said.

"Yeah baby?"

She looked up at me, and our eyes met. "I just want you to know that this has been the best day of my life."

She laid her head back down on my chest. I squeezed her, kissed her hair, and we fell asleep.



The Ski Bunny Ch. 03



Thank you to everyone who ready my previous stories, especially to those who left glowing comments. There will be a chapter 4--the one I have been leading up to this whole time--and probably a chapter 5 too. These things take time to write, so have patience! In the meantime, enjoy this installment. Comments are always appreciated.




My rock-hard cock was shimmering with the juices that it had brought out from inside Sherry's pussy. I watched it slide slowly back into her beautiful, slick hole. I grunted and she shuttered at the sensation. She grabbed my butt and pulled me forward to make sure I was in as deep as I could go. My pelvis met her butt, and I could feel every inch of her pussy surrounding my cock. God it felt so good!

I pulled out again and my cock sprung up, pointing higher than I could ever remember. I was that horny. I had to push it down to re-enter Sherry's holy of holies. Once fully inside again I slowly pulled back, then reversed course and drove into her again. Her back arched and lifted up off the chaise section of the couch that she was laying on. Her beautifully large tits thrust up into the air, catching the earliest light of dawn that streamed through the wall of windows. My face hovered right over her tits as I knelt beside the couch. I bowed down and took an erect nipple into my mouth. Sherry squealed at this extra stimulation.

I started sliding my dick in and out of her hot pussy at a faster pace. Her legs were in the air, and I grabbed hold of thighs where they met her perfectly rounded hips. I used this to pull myself into her more forcefully. My pelvis began slapping her ass with each full immersion. Our breathing became heavier, and our moaning and grunting louder.

Sherry squeezed my ass a bit harder, and my lips put a bit more pressure on her enlarged nipple.

"Aww, fuck! Oh yeah!" I found myself saying between nipple squeezes. My dick continued to pound into her pussy.

"Yes Will! Fuck me! Fuckmefuckmefuckme! Fucking motherfucker!" Sherry's tone of voice became higher and higher until it was a wordless, arrhythmic scream.

Such was the scene that I was replaying in my head as I put on my ski pants, alone in my hotel room. It was the first time I had been there in fourteen hours. All my gear was there—gloves, ski socks, helmet, jacket—dry but still hanging up. My ski boots leaned against each other by the door. A wet spot on the carpet was all that remained of the snow that clung to them when I removed them from my feet yesterday afternoon. It seemed strange that I had paid to spend last night there, but didn't. It was almost like a teenager returning home eight hours after curfew.

But most teenagers wouldn't have had as much wild, unrestrained sex as I had. In the last twenty hours, I counted ten orgasms between the two of us, four fingers used to please her, three incredible fucks, two blow jobs, one gondola, one public restroom, a million-dollar condo, and a bra in an aspen tree. That last part was what I was planning to do as I replayed my mental videotape of the fun we had earlier that morning.

We had woken up in her bed just before the morning twilight gave way to dawn. We had gone to bed relatively early the night before, having exerting almost more energy making love to each other than we had done skiing.

Sherry wouldn't let me leave until I made love to her one more time. At first she wasn't going to let me leave the bed, but I convinced her how badly I needed to pee. When I returned from the bathroom, she was blocking the doorway. Her legs were spread and arms raised so that her body made a big X. She was completely nude. Her milky white skin stretched over her sensuous curves, lifting her large tits to the point of perky perfection. Her head was cocked back, and she glared down at me with a no-nonsense, almost angry look. But neither her play-acting nor a full night's sleep could wipe the irresistible beauty off her face.

"Fuck me now or suffer the consequences," she commanded. 

What choice did I have? I wasted no time. My cock was on its way up so quickly that by the time I reached Sherry and grabbed her, it was almost fully erect. We kissed each other so hard that our teeth occasionally clicked off each other. All our lust for each other came through that kiss. We moaned into each other's mouths and left a sloppy ring of saliva around each other's lips.

I lifted her up off her bedroom floor and held her by her butt. She wrapped her legs around my hips and helped position her pussy right above the tip of my now rock-solid dick. I could just barely feel her hot mound seeping its wetness onto my tip, then surrounding it. But I wouldn't lower her enough to engulf me just yet.

"Mmm...please Will...mmm" Sherry eked out as our make-out session continued in earnest. "Fuh-mmm....Fuck me."

I swung around and moved toward the nearest wall. Sherry's back hit it with some force, but she didn't even wince. She just grabbed me harder. The tip of my dick was still surrounded by her moist pussy lips. Using the wall for extra support, I spread Sherry's legs wider and pushed the head of my dick into the tightest part of her opening. Sherry winced at that. I kept pushing past it, feeling every vein of my cock slide past every contour of her pussy walls.

Sherry immediately began a high-pitched panting. We had broken our kiss out of the necessity to breathe, and now the stubble on my left cheek was pressed up against her smooth, flushed left cheek. I let her weight press down on my cock until she was fully impaled. There was no way for me to be deeper inside of her.

"Oh God!" Sherry exclaimed.

"Aww, fuck yeah!" I agreed.

I began to gyrate my hips. My cock moved in and out of her as I pressed her up against the wall. She hung onto me for dear life with her ankles crossed over my butt and arms gripping my back. I began to fuck her faster and faster, finally finding the peak rhythm that I thought I could maintain.

But having sex against a wall is more tiring than most people think, even with a 5-foot-5 hottie like Sherry. After a few minutes of superhero fucking, my arms began to quiver slightly, indicating that they wouldn't last much longer. So instead of waiting for them to slowly let Sherry down, I mustered what strength was left and began walking down the hall and into the sunken living room. Sherry was still wrapped around me, and her pussy was still wrapped around my cock. She had put on the squeeze down there, just to make sure I wouldn't slip out.

But I did pull out when I reached the couch, only to push back in again after I had laid her down on the chaise.

Back at the hotel, my room had a musty odor to it, probably from the sweat drying off my gear overnight. I pulled my ski socks on, but they resisted going past my heel. I forced them over. My muscles ached.

The room was dark despite the brightness of the sun reflecting off the snow outside. There was a full foot of fresh powder on the mountain today. Some of it had fallen while Sherry and I made love to each other. That snow was quickly covered up by another layer that fell while we slept in each other's arms, sweaty and smiling.

On any other powder day I would have gotten in line at the gondola by 7:30 in hopes of getting first tracks. But that didn't seem to matter much now. It was 9:00 and I knew that the first gondola was now loading with the morning's most enthusiastic powder-hungry skiers and riders. When they were reserving their spot in line, I was balls-deep inside Sherry's pussy. That's a trade-off I'll take any day!

I tried to clear my head as I yanked the tongue of my ski boot forward and shoved my foot inside. I had never had so much sex in such a short amount of time, especially with someone so gorgeous as Sherry: A killer bod, a beautiful face, accented by dirty-blonde hair that only a real, girl-next-door could have, and when we weren't having sex, we seemed to get along famously. All this, and she was four years older than me! She certainly looked younger than 34.

And 34 is how big I guessed her tits to be when I squeezed them as she lay on the chaise. I still had my mouth on one of them, adding to her physical stimulation. I flicked one nipple with my tongue. I rolled the other between my thumb and forefinger, while my other fingers pressed into the rest of her soft breast flesh.

My dick was still slamming into her pussy. Every time I bottomed out and our skin slapped together, I felt a little hint of heaven on my cock. Having it fully surrounded by her hot, wet, smooth pussy made me wonder how I ever survived without it. Every time I found it in me to increase my rhythm for a few seconds, Sherry's yelps increased to match it. 

I released her nipple from my mouth and leaned back up to watch my slicked up dick slide in and out. It was such a beautiful sight: Her hungry, glistening pussy lips enveloping my big stiff rod, taking its entire length, squeezing tight around it and leaving no room to spare. The opening just past her inner pussy lips was the tightest. It was there that I could feel the most pressure around my veiny shaft with each insertion. I increased my rhythm again and kept it at a high level. Our bodies were slapping against each other and my dick was getting about all it could take. Or so I thought.

Just then, Sherry's screams indicated that a storm was coming.

"Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohshit! It's coming! I'm cumming!"

Sherry squealed into my ear while her body writhed involuntarily. Her hips moved up and down irregularly, and I struggled to keep up my gyrations and follow her pussy. I propped my body on top of hers and commanded my pelvis to pound her pussy for all it was worth! My orgasm had started too.

Sherry wailed in a higher pitch than I thought she was capable of voicing. Her pussy spasmed around my cock, squeezing in pulses so fast it was almost vibrating. My orgasm built up so fast and went so high that I just couldn't take it anymore! But I physically couldn't stop fucking her pussy. I kept slamming her until the absolute height of my orgasm opened up the floodgates, and I released stream after steam of cum into Sherry's quivering pussy. As I grunted through shot after shot, my semen raged out of my balls, through my dick, and deep into Sherry's vagina.

With one more push of my hips and one more grunt, one more shot of cum transferred into her, and we gradually came down from our highs. Our breathing was that of a downhill racer having just crossed the finish line. The couch was littered with droplets of sweat. I collapsed on top of Sherry, and for the next few minutes she held onto me with her arms, legs, and pussy.

I was still replaying all of this by the time I walked out of the hotel room. The sunlight was blinding. I walked toward the gondola, three blocks away. My muscles were aching and I was already shaking from exhaustion. Doubts started to creep into my head about whether it was safe for me to ski the more difficult terrain that I relished. Sherry and I had skied our asses off yesterday, burned about 2000 more calories that night with our exploits, then humped until our muscles nearly gave out this morning. My walk was the stiff skiers' walk of ski boots wrapped around feet, poles in one hand, and the other hand stabilizing skis that rested on my shoulder. I had to stop and rest for a moment with one block to go.

Another reason to stop was to wait for my erection to go down. I had a raging hard-on making a tent with my ski pants. The mental play-back of this morning's fuck fest had gotten me all worked-up again. I was too tired and satisfied to care if anyone saw it. It just hurt to walk with it. Still, despite the exhaustion, despite the discomfort, I was smiling because I was about to go skiing on a powder day—something I loved almost as much as having sex—and especially because I knew I would see Sherry again.

Earlier that morning, sunlight was reflecting off the snow-covered mountains outside Sherry's condo. It poured in though the wall of windows in the living room where we had recently finished having sex. She was making a quick breakfast for us before I returned to my unused hotel room to fetch my ski gear and head out to catch what was left of a powder morning.

Sherry still looked sexy, wearing nothing but a short, silk bathrobe that matched the amber wildflowers on the countertop island. Like her dress from last night, it was barely long enough to cover her ass.

"Are you going to tell Anneliese about all this?" I asked between sips of coffee.

Sherry laughed. "Probably, when I get home." She laughed some more, and I began to think she was laughing at more than just what I had said.

Anneliese was responsible for bringing Sherry back from the brink of self-destruction when she was a teenager. She had spoken very highly of her, albeit briefly, at dinner the night before. They were still good friends and kept in touch.

"Do you live near her?" I asked.

Sherry smiled again. "Oh yes. Very close."

"Still your guardian angel?"

"Mmm...It's kind of a two-way street. In fact, I've been protecting her more often lately. That's kind of why I stopped sleeping around and doing drugs. I found that I had something to be responsible for: her. Watching out for Anneliese was something bigger than myself."

"Why? Was she in trouble, too?"

"Sort of, at first. And it was my fault."

Sherry looked at me and giggled. I must have had a very confused look on my face, because that's how I felt.

"Don't worry," she said. She placed her hands on my cheeks and gave me a peck on the lips. "You don't have to understand right now. All that 'she saved me, I saved her' stuff isn't the end-all, be-all of our relationship. We just enjoy doing everything together. And we trust each other with everything, so yeah, she will hear about this. Even if I tried to hide it, she would know something is up, and she'd get it out of me one way or another."

"But you're going to wait until you get home?"

"Mmm-hmm," she confirmed.

"And where is home?" I asked as Sherry swung around and plopped a fried egg onto the plate in front of me. 

"Gladstone Lake."

"No kidding!" I replied, flabbergasted. "I live in Cedarwood West."

"So we're at opposite ends of the same metro area, eh?" Sherry glanced at me mischievously as she sliced a banana. "Maybe the fun doesn't have to end here."

My face must have lit up at this suggestion. Sherry looked back at me and giggled. I was elated at the thought of seeing her again. And it wasn't just for the sex. I really liked this girl on a personal level. We had the same sense of humor, she was great at the sarcastic yet playful banter, and we both felt comfortable opening up to each other about our personal lives. Not to mention she was one of the few people who could keep up with me on the slopes (aside from the locals, who put me to shame every time they whizzed by me). She was a rare find. Intimacy aside, I rarely connected with anybody as quickly as I did with her.

It made sense, though: Better sex comes with people who can connect on a deeper level. And by God, our sex was fucking incredible! Yet I knew there was still much I didn't know about her. I was eager learn.

"When are you going home?" I asked as I ate.

"Well," she sighed, "My plans are to fly back early next week, but more often than not lately, my vacations have been cut short by some crisis at work."

"Can't you manage that from here?"


"I've tried. Laptops, telephones and video conferencing are great, but some jobs just have no replacement for physical presence."

I looked up from my eggs, expecting her to explain more. "It's a smaller company, and...I'm kind of an executive," she said sheepishly before sliding a banana slice between her lips.

"Kind of?"

"One of the big ones. On top."

"Not last night you weren't!" I cracked.

Sherry threw a banana slice at me and scrunched up her nose with a playful sneer. 

I started to count my fortunes. She was smart, had money, experience in bed, and was at the peak of her sexual drive, yet she was as playful as a college student and beautiful as a recent graduate. And I was her new sex toy. As she turned to put some cranberry juice back into the refrigerator, I looked at the curves of her bathrobe, directed very closely by the curves of her body. My cock twitched and I asked myself again whether I believed she was really as old as she said she was.

"So you're leaving tonight?" she asked.

"Yeah," I confirmed. It was day five for me, which was all I could get. "Are you sure you can't ski with me today?"

Sherry had told me earlier that she had to ski with representatives from a potential new client today. She prided herself on the personal relationships she made with her clients, but none of them were sexual.

"How would I explain you to the DiMarco representatives?" she asked.

"I dunno," I said as I finished my egg. "Tell 'em I'm your new fuck toy and that this is how you roll at your company."

Sherry looked at me sensuously. "How I roll?" she teased.

"Yeah, lemme show you," I replied. I reached up under her bathrobe and grabbed her ass. She spun around and grabbed my hand.

Her first instinct was to stop me before anything got started, but the look of desire on her face hinted at an inner conflict. She wanted to give in, even though we were both still very satisfied from our last romp in the hay a half hour ago.

"Careful there lover boy," she flirted. "If we start again you'll miss all the powder and I'll miss landing my new account."

"Just don't land them the same way you landed me," I joked.


"Don't worry," she said, smiling. Her smile could make all of my worries disappear. "Just don't forget to call me next week, right?"

"Right." How could I forget? I almost called her as soon as I left her condo a half-hour later, just to hear her giggle again. But I decided that I could wait. Next week was only two days away.

I got on the gondola after waiting in line for fifteen minutes, then shared the cramped space with six other strangers. That's what I get for arriving so late on a powder day. The light smell of sweat--from previous and current occupants--gave the small cabin some rough-edged character. I started thinking of the fun that Sherry and I had yesterday. What were the chances that this was the very same gondola car? Would the scent of sex still be there?

As the gondola's path dipped below the tops of some nearby Aspen trees, I reached inside my right jacket pocket and squeezed the brassiere that I had swiped from Sherry earlier that morning. The bare branches of the tree passed by slowly. I could feel a grin forming.

The skiing was great that day: Bluebird sky, a foot of fresh powder, and just as warm as yesterday. But no Sherry. Her absence made a bigger difference than I could have anticipated. Each drop-off, each corduroy-groomed cruiser, and each leftover powder stash seemed less of a thrill without Sherry. The ski trip had lost just a bit of its luster. Enough to notice.

Why should it feel different? I asked myself. I started this trip on my own, and I had known Sherry for only one day now. There wasn't even any guarantee that I would ever see her again, despite her request for me to call. How could I feel this way about anyone so quickly?

I tried to regroup and enjoy what was left of my vacation. But as much as I tried to focus on tackling a new double fall line, on carving the perfect turn and surviving moguls, I just couldn't get Sherry out of my head. The situation did not improve when I decided to take another drop off of Lovers' Leap where we first met. I didn't hesitate this time. I jumped right off, landed it, and stayed upright through the run-out. I passed the spot where we fell on each other. It had been covered in a thick blanket of sparkling white snow, and then torn apart by dozens of ski tracks.




The Ski Bunny Ch. 03



Every time I turned around I thought I saw Sherry. I thought I saw her in that sleeveless fleece and sheer base layer. I thought I saw her curvy yet toned ass complimented by a tight pair of metallic blue pants. I thought I saw her large, round blue eyes and her thin ski-jump nose. A number of skiers made me do a double-take. But it was never her.

I took an early lunch break to avoid the crowds. The Mountaintop Hut was small, but mostly empty. I bent down to loosen my boot buckles and I felt a sharp pain on my left butt cheek.

"What the fu--" I whipped around. It was Sherry! She had pinched my butt and was now giggling.

"Hey cutie," she said.

"Hey you!" We embraced and kissed for a brief moment.

"I saw you walk in, and I just had to follow you." Our kissing resumed, and my hands soon found a sweet spot on the underside of her ass. I gave a gentle squeeze, but she gently pushed me away.

"Not now. The DiMarcos are right outside," she said, turning to the picture window that framed the wooden deck. Five men, each looking to be in their mid-40s and each with three days of growth on their beards, were waiting for their burgers to be served up by a dread-locked line cook.

"So what? Let's have a little fun before you re-join them," I said as I pulled her back toward me. I kissed her again, and she didn't resist. I was feeling bolder than usual, given all the semi-public action I had gotten from Sherry.

But she pushed back again. "Will, I'm sorry, I really want to but I can't right now. They're a bunch of Italian playboys with a lot of money. It's all about flirting. If I land this account it will be because I made myself look available."

"That's how Hooters waitresses get such big tips," I said.

"Yes, but it's just an act. I'm not actually going to do anything with them."


"You're such a tease!"

"Shhh!" Sherry said with a finger on her lips as she backed away from me and out the door.

I watched her sit down at an aluminum picnic table with the five men. She produced a trail map from her pocket, unfolded it, and laid it on the table. The group pointed at various parts of the map as they talked. Sherry spoke playfully as the men flirted with her. She was being the consummate tour guide.

I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a little jealous. Even though I had only known Sherry for 24 hours, I was really hoping that she was right about it just being an act. I decided not to stay at the Mountaintop Hut for lunch. I bought a couple protein bars that I could eat on a lift ride, then went back out to my skis. I glanced at Sherry, and she saw me, giving a quick wink. It was reassurance enough, for now.

Now it was time to carry out my plan. I headed straight for the Pioneer Express lift. I had to share a chair with two teenage snowboarder boys, but I didn't mind. Of all the people on the mountain, they would most appreciate what I was about to do.

Every ski resort has a Panty Tree. Festooned with bras, panties and beaded necklaces, the arboreal Mardi Gras is a time-honored tradition. In theory, to throw something onto the panty tree was to boast about the previous night's conquests. I had never actually seen anyone do it, but I figured that I had a lot of boasting to do!

Earlier that morning when Sherry was in the bathroom, I went into her top dresser drawer. I was a bit nervous since I wasn't sure how Sherry would react if she caught me. Would she notice a missing bra later? Was I being a creeper? No. Just a bit naughty, I decided.

I selected a light green bra. What would she wear this with? I wondered. The straps had frilly edges. The cups were made of a thin, semi-transparent nylon. They seemed made to wear with a low-cut top, like they would just barely cover each nipple's areola and allow Sherry to proudly display the top of her breasts, plus plenty of cleavage. The underwire must have given great support. I looked a the small tag: C-cup. I was right.

I started to imagine Sherry wearing only the bra. Just the thought of her large round boobs bulging out the top of those bra cups had gotten me excited. My dick began to grow. I envisioned her unclasping the bra, and myself bringing the straps gently over the edges of her shoulders. The bra falls to the ground. Sherry reaches up, arches her back, and runs her fingers through her crown of silk tresses. Her breasts thrust forward, twin peaks of feminine sensuality, and I can't help myself: I reach out and take hold of them. Now my hands are the cups, gently kneading her smooth, bountiful flesh. My thumbs massage her nipples in small, circular movements. Sherry gasps and moans with pleasure. She pulls our bodies together, and my raging hard-on presses into her tummy. Our lips meet. They pour over each other, grasping, sucking, caressing every tiny ripple. Our tongues press into each other, then dance around each other in a warm, slick ritual of lust.

Just as I was wondering what to do with my full-mast erection, Sherry had started to come out of the bathroom. I quickly ran out of the room and down the hall, then stuffed the bra in the pocket of my leather jacket.

And now, as I rode the chair lift, I was ready to pull it out of my ski jacket pocket. The teenage boys next to me were having a mostly unintelligible conversation, grunting back and forth with each other until I proudly revealed Sherry's bra.

"Whoa, dude!" one of the boys called out. "Where'd you get that?"

"Where do you think?" I replied.

"Dude, that's hot! Did you get that off a girl?"

"Well he didn't get it off a dude, you moron," the second one chimed in. "You didn't buy that at the store just to throw it on the tree, did you?"

"You kidding?" I replied. "You can't cheat like that."

"Yeah, that's gotta be against some kinda bro code, or something," declared the first boy. "So you got some action last night? Is she hot?"

"Smokin!" I nodded confidently.

"Man, that's pretty big. What size is that?"

"C-cup. That's C for cougar," I said, toying with them. Sherry didn't fit that mold at all.

"Yes!" both boys exclaimed. "MILF!" They were future frat boys if I ever met one.

The panty tree came back into view as we glided over the top of a low ridge. The boys gave me non-stop instructions on how they thought was best to throw the bra, so that it spread out and secured a spot on one of the top branches. The closer we got to the tree, the faster and louder they spoke. I gave the bra a good chuck, and it landed on the third branch from the top. The boys shouted and high-fived each other in celebration.

"Dude, that was awesome! You hit that shit just right."

"You tha master playa, bro! Get some!"

What douche-bags, I thought. But I was glad to entertain them and become their alpha-male for a few minutes. I wondered if Sherry would notice her bra on that tree.

At the boys' invitation I skied the rest of the day with them. They were no replacement for Sherry, but at least I had someone to hang with for a while. I didn't mind getting some bro-time in. We hit some mogul runs, which is pretty rare for snowboarders. I praised their technical abilities, which they appreciated.

By four o'clock the boys headed to the base area while I caught the last chair on the Excelerator lift. I took one more run down the entire length of the mountain, nonstop, just as Sherry and I had agreed to do yesterday--right before we decided to have sex instead. I fantasized about our wild encounter in the gondola. It was the first time I had ever skied with a hard-on. Just like that morning, I didn't even care if anyone noticed.

When I reached the bottom, I clicked out of my skis, reluctantly returned them to the rental shop. I changed into street clothes at the hotel where I had arranged for a late check-out. I packed up, drove three hours to the airport, returned the rental car, and caught the red eye back home.

* * * * * * * * * *

The ski trip was over. Adrenaline was in recovery mode. Now in the post-vacation lull, I wondered if I had seen Sherry for the last time. It's one thing to have a passionate, lust-filled tryst while on vacation. When real life is the setting, things could easily become awkward.

We're still the same two people, but the more familiar surroundings of home and work give a sense of accountability that stands in stark contrast to the carefree freedom of a good vacation. Nobody knows this better than Las Vegas. Hence the tagline, "What happens in Vegas..." I was jut hoping that what happened in the mountains didn't end in the mountains.

I slogged through a full day of work. It was Saturday and the office was nearly empty, but I had a lot of catching up to do. This proved difficult as most of my thoughts were consumed with Sherry. I replayed our day of skiing together, our date at the Prime Steakhouse, and the quick breakfast we shared. She was beautiful and full of cheer in my mental videotape.

But also damned sexy. I visualized the blow jobs, the hand jobs, and all the pure, exquisite sex. I could see her mouth, and then her pussy, wrapped around my cock. I remembered the sensation of our pelvises hitting each other as I thrust inside of her, and I could feel myself taking hold of her bulbous butt as our orgasms took hold of us. God, I could just feel that orgasm ripping through me, causing me to squirt out stream after stream of cum into her slick, warm pussy!

It was a good thing nobody else was at the office. I would have had to spend a lot of time pulled close to my desk to hide the massive erection I was sporting.

I was eager to call Sherry, but I made sure to wait until next week. I even waited until Thursday night. It was so amateurish of me. She made me aware of that when she answered with: "Hi Willie baby! Wow, finally. What's up with that?"

"With what?"

"You took so long to call! I was beginning to think I had done something wrong, like sleep with a real asshole."

"Well, you might have," I joked.

"I'm so glad you called." Music to my ears.

"So how did things go with the DiMarco playboys?" I asked. "Did they give you the contract?"

"The jury is still out. But it's looking pretty good."

"Well let me know if they say yes. We'll have to celebrate together."

"And if they say no?"

"We'll have to get together so I can console you. Y'know: Massage you. Kiss you all over. Make it all better."

Sherry laughed. "Hey, that reminds me. Y'know that tree under the Pioneer lift? The one with all the underwear?"

SHIT! She saw it! I winced. A broken "Uh...I..." was all I could muster.

"I was on that lift with the DiMarcos. I wanted to show them the tree because I knew they would like it. I even thought about telling them that one of the bras was mine, but then I thought that was making myself seem a little too, umm...loosey-goosey, shall we say?"

"Uh-huh." Nothing more from me.

"Well, when we approached it I was a little surprised to see that if I had told them this, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN TRUE!" Sherry virtually yelled into her phone.

Fuck! I'm dead! "Uh...well, he he he. Really?" I forced a nervous laugh.

"Oh don't play dumb with me! I checked all the clothes I brought with me on the trip, and a bra was missing."

"Missing?" I muttered.

"Yeah, I think you know which one. I only have one green one. It was a low-cut push-up bra."

I had completely underestimated Sherry. I had forgotten how smart she is, and it doesn't take a PhD. to notice that a missing bra is hanging in a tree. How did I think I was going to get away with this?

And yet, somehow I didn't feel threatened. Her tone of voice carried just a hint of youthful playfulness. Sometimes, with the right person, I can hear a faint smile through the phone.

"You threw it in the tree, didn't you?!"

"Uh...no I didn't," I stated, my voice lowering to a playfully innocent tone, as if I was a relative of Kermit the Frog.

"Fuck you! Yes you did!" Sherry exclaimed with half of a laugh that belied her anger. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," I sang.

"Liar! Ugh, you're such an asshole. I can't believe that my bra is on display for everyone on that mountain to see."

"Think of it as a compliment: I was bragging on you. I needed some subtle way to tell the world about the goddess I had spent the night with."

"Oh yeah, very subtle. EVERYONE CAN SEE IT!"

"I'm sorry, babe," I finally relented. "How can I make it up to you?"

Sherry sighed, then very matter-of-factly: "You're gonna have to be punished."

"Well, uh...OK. What do you have in mind?"

"My place. Tonight," she said sternly.

I was stunned and elated simultaneously. A small shock of adrenaline shot through me -- the kind that anticipates something good happening. Somehow I kept my cool.

"Well, I dunno," I said hesitantly. "I've got a pretty busy night. I'll have to check my schedule and get back to—OK, I'll be there!"

Sherry laughed, but quickly cut herself off, remembering that she was supposed to be mad. "I'm gonna text you my address. Mapquest it."

"Want me to bring anything?"

"Hmmm....Oh, the possibilities!" My chapped lips started hurting from the size of my smile. "Just you, William," Sherry finally concluded, then kissed the phone. "Just you."

I felt like I had dodged a bullet. She might be genuinely upset, but ordered me to come to her house. It was quite a bold move, even for a relationship that had progressed immediately to sex as ours had. I was just hoping that she wasn't going to involve any S&M stuff. I don't get turned on by whips and dog collars.

My act of reconciliation was to buy her another bra--not just a replacement: A better one. So when I decided that I was not going to get any more work done that day, I drove straight to Christie's, a local alternative to Vicotoria's Secret. Their selection is just as sexy, but the prices are a bit more reasonable. To get more guys to come into the store without making them feeling like perverts, the store clerks are more flirty in both their outfits and in their dealings with male customers.

The entire store was full of hot panties, bras, flirty skirts, and lingerie all proudly on display. The walls, where not covered by racks of unmentionables, displayed murals of unrealistically sexy underwear models. They wore bras and struck poses that emphasized their perfect curves. I tried not to stare at the pictures or the store clerks, who all wore slightly less than the average young woman would dare to wear outside that store.

There only other customers in the store were a rather touchy-feely couple who didn't seem to notice me. I made my way to what I considered the sexiest bras in the store. All were low-cut, and some were partially see-through, not unlike the one I had thrown in the tree. With all the implied sexiness surrounding me, I had to fight back the beginnings of an erection. I was successful.

"Those are pretty hot," a female voice said to my right. When I looked at her I could have sworn she had jumped right out of one of the murals. But there she was in real life: Golden blonde hair curled slightly and falling down to her shoulder blades. It framed a perfectly rounded face with long eyelashes complimenting deep green eyes, and a smile bounded by shiny red lips. She couldn't have been older than 20. I imagined she worked at Christie's as a way to pay for college.

She stood tall, just a couple inches shorter than myself. A white, spaghetti-strap camisole was practically painted onto her torso. It was low-cut and two sizes too small as it hugged her perfect tits. She had broad shoulders that elegantly supported the spaghetti-straps of the cami. These were paralleled by blue bra straps which disappeared beneath the cami's low chest line.

Her bra was either a push-up that came from the selection I was checking out, or her breasts were just naturally large and tantalizingly perky compared to her otherwise slim figure. Either way, the top third of each white globe was exposed to my vision. The canyon between them plunged down into the depths of that shirt.

Much of her midriff was bare, as the cami ended a few inches short of her skirt. Her tummy was flat, belly button pierced, and waist as thin as only someone in her late teens or early twenties could be. She wore a green flirty skirt that matched her eyes and just barely held onto the widest part of her hips. It only came halfway down her thighs.

From there, her legs took over. They were long and slender—just a bit longer than proportionally perfect. She wore a pair of low heels, so the muscle tone in her calves was slightly emphasized.

I gulped as I finished unabashedly checking her out. I had to fight harder to repress an impending hard-on. This girl exuded sexiness. She spent a moment sizing me up as well, then said, "She's a really lucky gal."

"Who?" I said, awakening from my trance.

"Whoever you're buying for. Can she wear something like this?" The clerk picked up a black bra from the table nearby.

"Oh yes," I confirmed. "But I'm not exactly sure what to get her."

"You're leaning toward a brassiere?" she asked.

"Yes."

"One that you might end up seeing on her?" she asked, cocking her head down at an angle and grinning mischievously. Her smooth, girlie voice was the epitome of youthful femininity. 

"Uh-huh," I said, proudly.

"Do you know her size?"

"C-cup. I'm guessing 34."

The clerk locked eyes with me. A smile formed on her beautifully youthful face. "Let me gather a few items from around the store that you might like. I'll be right back." She spun around and the edges of her skirt flew up briefly. She looked back and said, "I'm Anna, by the way. Let me know if you have any questions." As she walked away, the mini skirt bounced with every step off her butt cheeks.

As I exhaled deeply, I began to wonder if I should be ogling this young goddess. What if she was underage? I gulped at this thought, but concluded that Christie's probably wouldn't employ anyone under eighteen. Still, is she too young for me to be staring at her? I absentmindedly fingered some of the bras on the table in front of me while I took occasional glances at Anna making a lap around the store, picking up small articles as she went. I decided that it wasn't wrong to look at her, but I couldn't touch her. If she flirted a bit, I would flirt back. But nothing too heavy. It's just her job.

"I was thinking maybe this," Anna said when she returned. She showed me a few bras, holding them up on herself one at a time and describing the fit and support. It gave me an excuse to pay more attention to her chest. I certainly didn't pay attention to her words.

"I'm a C-cup too, and I'm wearing that second one I showed you--the blue one. See?" Anna pulled down the top of her already low-riding camisole shirt to reveal the top corners of her bra cups, and more of the tops of her wide breasts. She must have been mere millimeters away from exposing her areola. My dirty mind was aching to see her nipples and the rest of those globes. I started imagining what they might look like, based on the large portion that I was currently starting at. They would likely be perky but not too pointy, and not fake. I wondered how big and how dark the nipples were.

"See, it's not a push-up, but it still gives great support."

"Uh-huh. I see," I said, trying to be nonchalant but detecting a quiver in my own voice. My dick had begun to harden, and I was losing control of it.

Anna replaced the top edge of her shirt and reached for the bottom. She brought it up to expose her torso, which was tight and strong, but mostly flat and not rippled with muscles. I surmised that she must be an athlete of some kind. She brought her shirt up far enough for me to see the lower half of her bra cups.

"It does have an underwire. See?" Anna traced a line around the bottom edge of her bra with her index finger. I had lost the battle to avoid an erection. My cock was pressing hard against my underwear, begging to be released. I couldn't hide the bulge in my pants, so I surmised that Anna must have seen it. I couldn't believe this young hottie was baring herself like this to me, but I was loving it.




The Ski Bunny Ch. 03



Of course, I was conflicted. This girl had to be 10 years younger than me. I didn't want to be the youngest dirty-old-man that had ever come into Christie's. And even though I wasn't technically dating Sherry, it felt like I was cheating on her a little.

"These are all the rage now." Anna had put her shirt back down and was now holding up a pair of boy shorts against the front of her skirt. They were black lace and nearly transparent, with not much fabric to cover the butt. I confirmed with Anna that I liked this fashion trend.

"In fact," she said, "I'm wearing something like these right now. Sit here." Anna nudged me toward a chair nearby, and I sat. "I don't know what your girlfriend's size is, but it might look something like this."

She put her hands over her head like a ballerina and began twirling around. Her skirt rode up enough for me to see a pair of black boy shorts hugging a butt so perfectly round that I could feel my cock jump. As she spun, I alternately got close-up views of her flat pelvis, and her muscular, bulbous butt, all covered very thinly by a pair of panties that were so thin that they could barely be called boy shorts. In fact, the lower ends of her butt cheeks poked out from beneath the lowest reaches of the panties.

My cock was aching. It was still bent down inside my briefs, and I longed to adjust it. Heck, I longed to release it altogether, grab Anna by the waist, and tear down her panties. I longed to bend her over, stick my dick in her pussy, and fuck her, fuck her, fuck her like there's no tomorrow!

No! Stop that! I scolded myself. She's too young for me, and this isn't the time or place! I thought again about Sherry. 

"That's very nice," I said as I stood up and gently took hold of Anna's hips to stop her spinning. My hands rested on her bare skin. I could feel her perfect curves. She stared at me, looking stunned but excited. She took a deep breath which made her tits swell. It was all I could do to return my focus to my original mission.

I didn't want Anna to feel rejected. "You're a really great model for this stuff. I really just need a bra. A sexy, green one, hopefully."

"Sure," Anna said, eyes still piercing mine. She led me over to a very anatomically correct mannequin that wore a black, lacey bra that would have matched Anna's boy shorts. The cups seemed to have been lopped off at the top with only the bottom half for support, leaving the top half of the mannequin's breasts on display.

"How 'bout this one here?" Anna said, "It comes in green also. And look: the clasp is in front."


As she said this, she reached toward a little hook between the cups, and with the dexterous flick of a single hand, the bra spilled open, revealing the mannequin's plastic tits. They even had nipples, so it was easy to imagine the bra flying open to release Sherry's large, proud mounds. 

My cock started adjusting itself despite the confines of my briefs. It rotated sideways and inched up. Before I pitched a tent that everyone in the store could see, I said "Excuse me" to Anna, turned around, and quickly adjusted so my cock was standing straight up and free to be as big and hard as it wanted. I could feel every heartbeat pulsing though it, stretching the skin to its limit.

Anna giggled. "I think you like this one!" she said. She selected a light green bra from the table under the topless mannequin. "Meet me at the register."

* * * * * * * * * *

My car's GPS navigator led me to an upper-middle class suburb near a small man made lake. Sherry's house was at the end of a cul-de-sac. For someone who I assumed lived alone, it was quite large. The facade was a two-story A-frame flanked on one side by a two-car garage and on the other with living space.

My heart was racing as I pulled into the driveway. My nerves had been building up momentum since I left Christie's with the replacement bra. I found it a bit challenging to shift my thoughts from the gorgeous lingerie store clerk Anna and back to my lover Sherry. Would things be awkward between us? Would she just want to be "friends"? Would she break out the whips and chains to carry out my punishment? Or would we simply fall into each other's arms, kiss, and make crazy love all night? That last possibility sounded best, but perhaps unrealistic. I didn't want to get my hopes up.

With the small pink gift bag in hand, I rang the doorbell. Nothing. I rang it again. Silence. Then I noticed the door was already open a crack. I pushed it open a few more inches.

"Sherry?" I called. No reply. I cautiously entered. The entryway was immaculate with small furniture pieces that looked like they were from Ethan Allen. I'm sure every house in this neighborhood has a similar entryway.

"Hello?" I could hear some rustling further in the house. I tip-toed a few feet further, where the entryway opened up into a large living room and dining area, both under a single 20-foot vaulted ceiling and open to the kitchen. Behind me, a lofted study overlooked the living room. Large windows on the opposite wall faced north toward a wooden deck, swimming pool, and a small, freshly mowed lawn.

"Sherry? It's Will. You here? I brought you something."

Just then I heard a soft churning sound. I turned toward the kitchen, and there was Sherry squirting aerosol whipped cream on her breasts. She was completely naked otherwise, and staring right at me. I don't know how she got there without my seeing her, but I didn't wonder for too long as she covered her crotch in whipped cream.

Her curves were on full display, the whipped cream leaving little to the imagination. Her hips were the most sensuous as she subtly swayed them back and forth. She had perfect curves for an adult: Wide enough at her chest to support her bountiful breasts, gently curving inward toward her waist, then flaring back out for her hips that could never be mistaken for an 18-year-old, yet could never be called chunky, then very gradually back in again as my eyes traveled down her well toned legs.

The erection that I had failed to suppress at Christie's and that had finally subsided on the drive over here was now coming back so quickly that it was pulling on some pubic hairs. I winced and adjusted.

"Wow, babe," I said. "That is so—"

"Shut up."

I gulped. Was this the beginning of my punishment? So far I didn't mind.

Sherry's glare was intense, head cocked down, eyes looking up at me seductively yet sternly. She walked around center island in the middle of the kitchen that featured a range and eating space, and was flanked by bar stools. She propped herself to sit up on the countertop, then slowly laid herself down. She lay flat with her knees pulled halfway up to her chest, legs spread just far enough to tease with a view of whipped cream covering her pussy. The fluffy pillows of sugar on her tits only served to emphasize their size.

Sherry reached for a bottle of chocolate syrup nearby. She poured liquid chocolate on the whipped cream that was on her tits. Then, replacing the bottle, she picked up a maraschino cherry that was sitting on a small plate. She place that delicately on the whipped cream that was on her crotch.

Then she raised her arms behind her head to the far edge of the countertop. Her back arched, pushing her cream covered tits higher. Her butt stayed in contact with the tiles, and she spread her legs wide, emitting a throaty squeal as she stretched.

My cock lurched. I couldn't just stand there and watch this show anymore. She was too hot! I dropped the bag from Christie's, popped my shoes off, lifted my shirt over my head and began walking toward Sherry.

"Stop!" she commanded when I had almost reached her. She turned her head and looked at me again. This woman had a slightly kinky side that I didn't know about, and I liked it!

"Do you want this?" she half whispered as she ran a finger through the top of her right breast's whipped cream and sugar sundae. The finger then made its way to her mouth, where she sucked it clean in slow, circular movements. Her mouth finally released her finger with her tongue trailing off and giving her fingertip a little flick.

"Uh...Is this a multiple choice question?" I asked. "Or is it...fill in the empty space?"

My wisecrack went unrewarded. Sherry took a deeper scoop of cream and sauce from over her left breast. She repeated the finger's cleaning. Then both her hands rubbed down her sides, over her hips, and down to her inner thighs. She closed her eyes and emitted a raspy moan as her hands led up to her treasure, and underneath the thick layer of cream. She was less than an inch away from rubbing herself off. Her back arched again, and my dick lurched again. It was entirely ready to shoot my seed into her as yet unseen love canal.

"It's time for you to eat," Sherry said in a husky but high-pitched voice. Then, slowly: "You don't get the cherry until you finish the chocolate."

"Yes, ma'am," I said. I had no problem complying with this. But I approached carefully. Sherry put her arms back above her head, ready to receive my adoration. I gently brushed my fingertips over her outer thighs, followed her curved around her waist, then hips, then beside her breasts. I leaned over and flicked my tongue over the cream and chocolate combo of her right breast. It was still cold. I flicked again, deeper this time. But like a Tootsie Pop, it only took me three licks to get to the center. I buried my mouth into the cream and my tongue brushed up against her nipple. Sherry gasped.

I made circles around her breast, cleaning it of the whipped cream. It was sticky as I licked every square inch of her breast, spiraling inward toward the nipple. I held her squishy but firm breast in my hand as my tongue rapidly flicked her nipple. Sherry's deep breathing and barely audible moaning indicated that she enjoyed this. I pursed her nipple between my lips and rolled it around. Then I got bold and lightly bit it.

Sherry shrieked, smacked my ass, and scolded me. "NO!" Then, after settling back down: "You owe me. Make this good."

"Yes, ma'am," I complied.

With a hand still massaging her right breast I started in on her left breast, eating away at the sugar in rows as if I was mowing a lawn. Her creamy white orb was slowly exposed. I gave the nipple an extra flick each time I passed over it. After the whipped cream and chocolate was gone, I went back with my tongue and flicked the nipple relentlessly as my hand kneaded her other tit. I kept rolling that nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

Before I knew it was happening, Sherry reached over to my pants and with a single hand worked at unbuckling my belt. Succeeding at this, she moved onto the button on my jeans. Then the zipper. She didn't waste time feeling me up through my underwear. Instead she reached underneath and gripped my dick hard. I helped her by lowering my pants and underwear to the ground and stepping out of them. She now had the freedom to jerk my thick, hard dick around, adding to the sensations she was receiving from me.

By now Sherry's deep breathing had become faster and her moans louder and more frequent. She was in a groove, loving the sensation I was sending through her mammaries. But it was difficult to really give her the smooth work-over that I wanted to, since her chest was now sticky with sugar residue.

I moved my face up toward hers. I hadn't even kissed her yet. But before I could remedy that, a hand pushed my head back down her torso. She wanted more body work! So with each hand cupping a boob, I moved my face slowly past her twin peaks, kissing every inch along the way. I flicked my tongue in her belly button, and her tummy quivered. Then it settled down and resumed the up-down movement of heavy breathing.

I walked around to the end of the countertop and placed myself between Sherry's legs. I grabbed her thighs and kissed them one at a time, gradually leading myself toward the last bit of sugar that separated me from her pussy. I slowly ate around the cherry, then underneath it, pressing it onto her now exposed pussy as I sucked in all the whipped cream. I notice the absence of any hair; She had shaved off her thin landing strip! Now there was just smooth, white flesh. I grabbed the cherry with my lips and rubbed it up and down her pussy lips. 

Sherry's moans and gasps increased more, both in pacing and in volume. I finally ate the cherry, flicked away the stem, and started giving her cunt the full treatment. I rubbed her clit with my tongue for a few minutes, then went an inch lower and gave her hole a rim job. Sherry's moans suddenly turned into shouts of pleasure. My hands were still doing their best on her sticky tits. Her hands were running through my hair, motivating me to continue.

I repeated the clit and hole routine a few more times until she was quite worked up. Her juices were flowing quite freely now, so I brought one hand down. While my tongue worked at her clit, I inserted one finger slowly into her glory hole. I pushed it in as far as I could. Sherry cried out again. I slowly withdrew. Then I slowly pushed two fingers inside her.

"Oh yes! Ahh!" Sherry moaned. But she had no idea what was coming.

I slowly withdrew the two fingers. Then in one rapid motion I pushed in three fingers as far as I could, immediately using my middle finger to rub her g-spot.

"AAAHHH!!" Sherry screamed. Her voice echoed off the far wall of the living room. Her left hand slapped the countertop while her right hand held tightly onto my dick. She screamed again and again as I simultaneously massaged her tit, licked her clit, and assaulted her g-spot. It was a lot to keep track of! I had to really concentrate.

But I didn't have to concentrate on my three-ring circus for very long. Sherry let go of my dick and grabbed the edge of the countertop. Her screams became more staccato until they were quick, high-pitched yelps. Her hips started bucking, which pressed her pussy further into my face. I pressed my fingers into her so hard that I hoped I wasn't hurting her. I could feel her pussy tighten around my fingers as her climax topped out.

Then Sherry let out one long "Fffffuuuuuccckkk!" Her hips jerked erratically as her orgasm slowly subsided.

"Oh my God! Oh my God. Oh wow!" she said in rhythm with her breaths. She pulled my face forcefully up to hers and we kissed like we had been waiting ten years to kiss each other. Our lips wrestled and our tongues played. Her hands resumed running through my hair. She kept my face pressed onto hers, ensuring that our labored breathing would need to come through our noses.

Finally we broke off and caught our breaths.

"You like countertops, don't you?" I asked, referring to the last time I had eaten her out. Sherry nodded. "You're all sticky and sweaty now," I noted as she sat up and got down off the countertop. I put my hands on her waist and motioned for her to bend over the countertop. My cock was throbbing. I could see it jerk up slightly with each heartbeat. All I wanted to do was sink it all the way into Sherry's sugary pussy and hump, hump, hump her! I was so horny and ready to do her doggy-style.

But she would have none of that yet. She faced me and declared, "It's time for you to clean me."

She led me across the house. I watched her round yet fit ass shake the whole way. My cock pointed at it like a homing device. We entered the only bedroom on the first floor. It was large enough for a king sized bed, a small desk, and a love seat next to the window that overlooked the back yard.

Sherry led me right past all this and into the bathroom. It was also rather spacious, with two sinks and a stand-alone whirlpool bathtub. The shower occupied one the corner near the window. It had two, completely transparent glass walls and two showerheads—one high and one low. The tiled wall jutted out on one side to make a shelf that was wide and low enough to sit on.

Sherry turned on the water, which came out of both showerheads. It warmed up quickly, and we entered. I kissed Sherry again and pressed my body up against her. We slowly spun around to let the warm water coat our naked bodies. Then I tried to turn Sherry around for another attempt at doggy-style. I should have been more patient.

Sherry swung back around and grabbed my dick with painful force.

"NO!" she scolded again. "You must wash me."

She looked at me. Her eyes glimmered with small droplets of water on her eyelashes. By now, her entire body was shimmering in warm water, her hair darker and matted against her head and neck. I reached for a bottle of body wash, and she loosened her grip on my dick. Naturally, I started with her gorgeous tits. Those large but firm mounds of soft flesh jutted out from the rest of her body. Each nipple dripped a steady flow of water. They were too inviting to ignore.

My soapy hands slid over her skin so easily that I had to actually concentrate on not letting her tits slip out of my hands as I squeezed them. Sherry closed her eyes and enjoyed the rubbing. She felt up the muscles in my ass as I worked. I rubbed down her belly across her pubic area, and over her pussy. I didn't go inside this time: I didn't want any of the body wash getting up inside her. Instead I continued down her legs, all the way down to her feet.

Then I lathered up again and reached around to wash her back. I headed down and grabbed both ass cheeks firmly with both hands. She responded in kind, and we ounce again found ourselves pressed up against each other, locked in a passionate kiss.

I washed her for the next ten minutes or so, making sure that her tits and ass were by far the cleanest they had ever been. I even scrutinized those areas of her skin at eye level, using my tongue for the final inspection.

"You've done well," Sherry said. "And now you will be rewarded."

That was the best punishment I've ever had! I thought. Sherry kneeled down in front of me. My rock-solid cock stood nearly straight up, right in front of her dripping wet face. She looked up at me briefly, flashing her large blue eyes at me. She flicked the tip of my cock with her tongue. My cock lurched. Another flick, and another lurch. Then she took the entire head into her mouth and massaged the ridges.

I was in heaven. My knees started shaking almost immediately. Sherry took my cock deeper into her mouth, pressing her tongue against the underside of the tip—my g-spot. Her lips squeezed my shaft in an undulating rhythm. She took me so deep into her mouth that the tip of my cock was soon stimulated by contact with the back of her throat.

I knew I wasn't going to last long. I had to sit down or risk falling down. As I did so, Sherry looked up at me again. Her mouth was wrapped tightly around my cock as she studied my facial expressions to see what I liked.

My climax was not far off. I could feel it start to come from far away. It got closer and closer. And closer! Oh God! This was going to be a BIG one!

Then Sherry released me and backed away. It took a few seconds before I was able to speak.

"Wha...What the fuck? I was almost there!"

"I know," Sherry said, standing up.

"That felt so good. Why did you stop?"

"Because, you're still being punished."

Shit. What have I gotten myself into? I thought.

Sherry pulled me up. We pressed up against each other again, grabbed each other's butts, and kissed like horny teenagers. I could feel my cock at maximum hardness press into her tummy. She turned around bent forward slightly, and lifted one foot onto the shelf beside her. This opened up access to her dripping wet vagina from behind. I reached under and rubbed it, letting my finders slide inside her outer lips, but not dipping inside her love tunnel.

She stuck her ass out at me further, indicating that she was ready for the main event. I reached around and held onto her tits while the tip of my dick found its way to the entrance of her pussy without any guidance from my hands. It knew exactly where to go by instinct. I teased her outer lips with a few short rubs, then began to press into her.




The Ski Bunny Ch. 04



Thanks to all the fans of my work. It means a lot to me that you appreciate it. This chapter tells the story of the hook up that I had been imagining from the start (at least part of it). The gondola was just a way for Will and Sherry to meet. Then the story got a lot more fleshed out. So enjoy! Please let me know how you like it by leaving a comment. And FYI, either chapter 5 or 6 (if there is one) will likely be in the group sex category.

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The bedroom door opened.

"Hey Mom—Oh, I'm sorry!" The girl stopped when she saw me standing there half naked. A shock of adrenaline shot through me as I recognized her.

It was Anna, the sales clerk from the lingerie store.

She recognized me and gasped with a hand to her mouth. I tried to conceal what must have been a look of horror on my face as I looked back toward Sherry.

"Sherry?" I implored.

Sherry sighed. "Will, I'd like you to meet Anneliese...my daughter."

I looked back at Anna, stunned. What was I supposed to do? After all I had been through in the past few days, I actually found myself wondering what was the socially accepted course of action for someone in my situation. I had met a gorgeous babe at a ski resort, we humped in a gondola, she jerked me off at a restaurant and admitted she was four years older than me, so we screwed at her place that night and then again the next morning. I threw her bra in a tree, and bada-boom bada-bing, less than a week later I ogled a hot lingerie store clerk and subsequently had kinky shower sex with the first woman.

But to find out the lingerie store clerk was her daughter? You can't recover from that. You just can't.

"Uhh, hi Anna...liese," I managed to spit out as I secured the towel around my waist.

"Hi Will."

And then I saw it. How could I have missed it before? The resemblance was so obvious that it hit me like a dodgeball to the face. I had been entranced by Anna's long eyelashes at the lingerie store. They were long so they could reach across big, round eyes—just like Sherry's. Anna got her thin, curved nose from Sherry, whose cute nose I had always likened to a ski jump. It was all there: the blonde hair, the big boobs, the bubble butt. They both had a girl-next-door beauty that gave them an authenticity that was all too enticing. The only notable differences were Anna's broader shoulders and, naturally, age—Anna had a tighter, thinner body.

"Umm...I'm gonna go grab a Coke," Anna said awkwardly as she backed out of the room. "Maybe throw some Jack Daniels in there. A valium or two...."

The door closed behind her, but I could feel her cringing through a silent Oh my God! What the FUCK?!

I looked back at Sherry. She was biting her lower lip with eyebrows raised.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Mad?"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier."

"Tell me what? That you have an adult daughter?" I decided that this wasn't the time to reveal that I had already met her, and that she had given me a stiffie by personally modeling some lingerie. I had the upper hand, and I felt entitled to keep it that way for now.

"I know, I'm so sorry!" Sherry buried her face in her hands. "It's just that we were having such a good time together. You're the best lover I've ever had and I didn't want to scare you away."

I was the best lover she had ever had. I decided to file that one away for later use.

"So you thought the 'Surprise Will When He's Half-Naked' approach would be best, huh?"

"I didn't know she would be home this early. She usually works until seven."

Sherry looked at me, tacitly pleading for forgiveness. She was still gorgeous and still wearing only panties and the green bra I had bought her. They emphasized her beautiful curves, especially as she bent one knee in slightly toward the other, causing one hip to project out further than the other. Her hair was dark with dampness as it cascaded chaotically over her shoulders.

"Please?" She begged, looking up at me. Her eyes glistened and seemed to turn a deeper shade of blue as she fought off tears. It was a mesmerizing look of pity and beauty that I couldn't deny.

"OK, so...you have a daughter." I sighed, sitting down on an inset window sill. I was still coming to grips with it, trying to figure out how all this was possible. "So now I can believe that you really are 34, in case I still had any lingering doubts. And she is...?"

"Eighteen. Just last month."

"And now I'm doing the math, and that must mean that you were—"

"Sixteen. I had just turned sixteen when I had her."

"Was it with that first guy you slept with? The junior?"

"No, it was the guy after him."

"And where is he?"

"Who knows? I haven't spoken to him since he abandoned me when Anna was an infant."

"So when you told me Anneliese saved you from yourself when you were in high school..."

"It was the birth of my daughter that got me to see things differently. When Anna was born, everything changed. I loved her so much from the moment I first saw her. She didn't have to do anything but look at me with her adoring eyes, and I just melted. I wanted to give her every opportunity. The last thing I wanted to do was screw up her life by being a crack-whore mom.

"So now I had this beautiful baby girl to take care of. I started living for Anna. My mom helped me straighten myself out. I sacrificed my social life, finished high school and got my marketing degree from Northwest State. Anna has a bit of the wild child streak that came from me, but she was mostly a very good girl. As she grew up we became very close."

"You mentioned that she was in your wedding?"

"Yes, as a flower girl. She was only seven at the time. She and Jack never really saw eye to eye on anything. It was one reason why my marriage to him only lasted a couple years. I dated a little after that, but nothing too serious. Anna scrutinized every one of my dates."

Sherry paused to laugh. "Even as a ten-year-old she was the standards bearer. If the guy didn't pass muster with Anna, then I knew he wasn't worth my time. I quickly realized that anyone I end up with has to get approval from Anna. I trust her with that and just about everything else.

"I haven't dated much in the past few years. My career took off, so that has consumed a lot of my time. Sex was even more rare. I guess you met me just at the right time: I had been itching for a screw for a while!"

I finally allowed myself a smile. "Glad to be at your service."

The tension started to ease. I found that I couldn't maintain even the appearance of being upset with Sherry. Not while she was telling me all these private details of her life, and not while she looked as good as she did.

"So is Anneliese going to be OK with me?" I asked as we started getting dressed.

"Yeah, I think so. We're about as close as a mother and daughter could be. I guess part of that is because we were closer in age than most families. People often mistake us for sisters. We knew that all we had was each other, so we watched out for each other."

I was amazed. Sherry had just shared such intimate details about her little family. All I wanted to do was hold her. So I did. We held onto each other tightly for several minutes, and I kissed her passionately. She mouthed the words "Thank you, Will."

"Anything for my babe."

But there was still an elephant in the room. As touching a story as Sherry had told, her daughter had grown up to be an incredibly beautiful and sexy young woman. I wondered if she had a boyfriend. There must be dozens of guys falling over themselves to be with her. Then I wondered if she was sexually active, and how much. It was a thought I wished hadn't crept into my head, but it was natural. I couldn't pretend the incident at Christie's didn't happen. My first thoughts of Anna were of a sex goddess who was willing to flaunt her body to me, and now she had seen me as her mother's lover.

I went to the kitchen to pick up my shoes. The can of whipped cream and bottle of chocolate sauce were still on the countertop. Had Anna seen them? Did she know how they had been used?

Anna had retreated to the sectional couch in front of the television. She stood up and faced me, but didn't leave the couch.

"So you're William, huh?"

"Will," I smiled and corrected her. "So I guess Sherry...umm, your mom told you about me?"

Anna smiled and laughed mischievously. "Juuust a bit." God she was hot! She was still wearing the skimpy outfit from her job at Christie's: tight, low-cut camisole that showed off a pair of perfect breasts bulging out over the top of her bra. Her bare midriff was flat but toned and led down to a flirty short skirt that complemented the green of her eyes. It was so short that I had to force my eyes not to follow down to where her skin was exposed high on her thighs. If I so much as glanced down there, I know my eyes would try to telepathically lift up the fabric just enough to see the treasure that lay barely hidden beneath.

I felt my dick start to grow.

"You sure made her happy during her ski trip." She was still smiling. "I'm glad. She needed someone like you."

"Yeah, well your mom is an amazing woman," I said, then, trying to change the subject, "Do you ski?"

"Yes, Mom's taken me a few times. I couldn't go last week because I had my last major cheer competition."

Of course. She was a cheerleader. That explained the broad shoulders and tight, athletic body. But she was a bit tall for a cheerleader: I estimated her to be about 5-foot-7, an inch taller than her mother. Plus, her boobs would tend to get in the way of any serious tumbling.

"You must be a base," I said, referring to the team of girls that held a smaller girl above their heads.

Anna's face lit up, impressed that I knew anything about it. "Yes I am!"

"My cousin was a cheerleader in our youth, and she taught me a thing or two, like how competitive it is and how well-conditioned your girls have to be. So how did you do?"

"Second place!"

"Yes, I'm so proud of my baby." Sherry chimed in from the hallway. "She got into diving this year too. She learned pretty quickly because of all the tumbling she does."

"Yeah, except I had to learn how to go in head first instead of landing on my feet. And I almost qualified for state!"

"That's pretty cool," I said, picturing her in a swim suit. Even in a competitive one-piece, she would probably look amazing. "You have a pretty full schedule."

"Well diving got done a while ago, and I'm done with cheerleading for good, now that I'm graduating," Anna said. "I'm starting to get into dance. I think I'll do that more in college."

"And where will college be?"

"Northwest State!" Anna proudly proclaimed. "Same as Mommie dearest!" It made sense. As close as these two women were, I couldn't see Anna going very far.

The three of us chatted for several more minutes, and the initial awkwardness started to fade. Anna seemed like a lovely young woman, much more down to earth than the showy underwear sales clerk I had met a couple hours ago. But she was still a regular Aphrodite in her sex appeal. I tried my hardest to share eye contact between Anna and Sherry, and not to stare. The resemblance was remarkable.

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The next few weeks saw my relationship with Sherry solidify as we became regular lovers. Our lust for each other only seemed to increase with time. Sometimes I would take her out on the town on a Friday or Saturday night before heading in for raucous lovemaking, and sometimes we would simply have pizza delivered and go straight to having sex. It was not unheard of for one of us to send a weeknight text message as a thinly veiled booty-call:

"Wanna cum over?" Of course!

"New clothes. Need ur approval." And then we'll take them off.

"Reupholstered couch. Wanna see?" Sure. Then we can make love on it.

"I wanna fuck your brains out. Get over here NOW!" OK, so not all of them were thinly veiled.

No matter what the lead-up, the sex was always fantastic. Sleeping over became frequent enough that we each left a toothbrush and a change of clothes at the other house. We couldn't get enough of each other. I didn't mind driving nearly an hour across the city to be with her, since most of our trysts took place at her house.

As such, I had frequent contact with Anna. She was always friendly, even though she knew I was usually there to have sex with her mother. I often arrived before Sherry was ready to go out, and sometimes before she even got home. Her job as an executive for a small advertising firm often saddled her with unpredictable work hours.

So Anna and I ended up talking a lot. We had good conversations that usually centered around her high school life. She briefly mentioned having had a few boyfriends, but nothing serious. She looked back on them as fun but childish, and she eagerly anticipated college. She often asked me what my own college experience was like, and I was happy to provide insights, without getting detailed about anything R-rated.

I asked her about the job at Christie's lingerie store. We had known each other for a few weeks at this point, so I felt comfortable bringing it up.

"Yeah, Mom wasn't thrilled about that, but it's money for college and hey, at least I'm not stripping, right?"

I laughed nervously. Anna would make one hell of a stripper. I had been to a strip club once with some of my old college buddies, just to say we had done it (although I don't know why we would want to tell anyone). It was an fine experience for being drunk, but it wasn't something I was drawn to. If I knew someone like Anna was there, however, I just might become a regular.

"I don't treat all the customers the way I did you," Anna continued.

"So why me?" I asked.

Anna laughed. "I don't know. There was hardly anyone else there, and you looked so nervous and cute. I just wanted to help you out."

"Did you ever tell your mom?"

"She knows you bought the bra at Christie's, and that I was working at the time."

She stopped short of saying that Sherry knew all the hot details of the encounter. I decided it was best not to push it.

As the weeks went on, Anna became increasingly friendly, even flirty. She started greeting me with a hug. That was fine by me. Those were the moments when she took me into her sweet halo of girlie scent. It was very alluring, even intoxicating, but nothing like perfume. Not having the courage to ask her, I attributed it to pheromones.

Pretty soon Anna's hugs were accompanied with a kiss on the cheek. That was fine by me, too, but her increasingly skimpy outfits made me nervous. Other than the day I met her, when she wore the cutsie-sexy outfit that was the standard for Christie's employees, Anna dressed like a normal, suburban teenager: cute and tight, but nothing too revealing. But each time I saw her, it seemed like her shirts were tighter and revealed a bit more skin, as did her shorts and skirts. She made more and more physical contact with me, and I found my interest in her sensually feminine form renewed.

This was never more true on the day I arrived early at Sherry's house and Anna greeted me at the door with schoolgirl enthusiasm. She wrapped her arms around my waist, and I reciprocated.

Immediately she said, "Kiss me!" then puckered up. Her lips were painted tantalizingly red, and she was so beautiful that before I could think, I kissed her on the lips. It was a bit longer than a quick smack, and it was sweet and smooth like a first kiss. I could taste the sugary lip gloss that she had just put on.

Our smiling eyes locked onto each other. Her golden blonde hair framed her youthfully glowing face, curling just a bit as it fell to her shoulders. It smelled of the fruity shampoo that young women are wont to use. Just below her face I could see in my peripheral vision a large amount of cleavage. My dick began to bulge, and I realized that our pelvises were mashed together. I separated from Anna hopefully before she could feel my excitement growing.

"What's up, Buttercup?" I asked.

Anna laughed. "Nothin', stud muffin."

Now a few steps back from me, Anna displayed her full glory. Her camisole shirt was merely an undershirt, made of thin fabric with thin straps that plunged down to expose the top half of her C-cup melons, barely covering up her nipples. It clung to the bottom half of her breasts, which were supported by a black bra that could clearly be seen under the thin fabric of the shirt. The bra straps paralleled those of the cami. The shirt hugged her comparatively thin torso and stopped a few inches short of her pierced belly button. A shiny green jewel marked this spot on her torso that was perfectly centered between her sensually curved waist.

Below that was the shortest miniskirt I had ever seen. It was even shorter than the one she wore at Christie's, only about eight or nine inches from top to bottom. This one was pleated and plaid, like a schoolgirl gone bad. The top rode so low that it almost went past the widest part of her hips, while the bottom was so high I imagined that if I sat down and looked at the skirt at eye level, I just might be able to see the bottom curve of her butt cheeks, assuming she wore a thong. She would almost have to wear a thong with something this skimpy. This was not a skirt anyone would wear in public.

Anna turned around and bounded enthusiastically into the kitchen. Her skirt bounced on her butt. I followed her almost involuntarily, as if thousands of years of evolutionary sex appeal blocked out any rational thinking in my frontal cortex, activated my primitive reptilian brain, and compelled me to pursue the most sexually attractive body I had seen in years. My dick was pushing forcefully against my underwear. I adjusted so that it was straight up and held tight by the elastic of my briefs. It quickly finished growing to its full length and girth, the head poking up above the waistband of my briefs.

"Want anything to drink?" Anna asked. She spun around at the refrigerator and her skirt rode up for a split second. I thought I caught a glimpse of those butt cheeks.

"Willie?"

"Huh? Umm...sure. Got any lemonade?" I roused myself out of the trance in which Anna had nearly put me. I remembered my manners and stopped gawking. It was only then that I remembered why I was there in the first place: to have sex with Sherry, the original object of my affection, and not her eighteen-year-old daughter! I scolded myself.

But then why was Anna dressed like this? Why did she greet me that way? And why did she seem even more sprightly than her normal cheeriness?

"I'll make it a little Irish for you," Anna offered, producing a bottle of Skyy from a high cupboard. "We didn't have school today," she said as she poured lemonade and a shot of vodka into two glasses.

"Why not?"

"Teacher inservice. It was our last day off until graduation."

"Are you counting down the days?" I asked, taking a glass from Anna.

"Yup! Sixteen school days to go until final exams. And that will be a cake walk. We're pretty much done already."

"Did you work at Christie's today?"

"Mmm-hmm," she confirmed while sipping from her own glass. "Six hours."

As if remembering how long she had been on her feet, Anna tilted her head back, reached behind it to tussle her hair, and arched her back in a stretch. Her breasts thrust up and out from her chest, stretching the shirt so that it molded flawlessly to her perfect form. Her nipples poked at the shirt's fabric, so close to the edge that I strained to see a bit of areola. At the same time, she stood on her toes and thrust her hips back. Her butt curved out so far that her cascading hair nearly touched it. Just when I thought my dick couldn't get any harder, it lurched when I got a nice shot of her side-butt, exposed by the too-short pleated skirt. She was either wearing a thong or no panties at all!




The Ski Bunny Ch. 04



She must have noticed me staring—or even drooling. She finished her stretch, looked at me, and giggled with a broad smile. Her bright green eyes glistened behind the long eyelashes.

"So, you and my mom," she started.

"Yeah?"

"Are you a thing, now?"

"I guess so, yeah. At least as far as sex goes." As the words left my mouth I immediately wished I could shove them back in. I tried to recover with: "I mean, you know. We hang out and...she's a really great gal."

Anna laughed. "I've noticed a change in her over the past few weeks."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh." Anna leaned over the countertop. Her breasts nearly fell out of her shirt. I know she caught me taking glances, but I couldn't resist. "She has more energy and she just seems happier. I'm glad she has you."

"I'm glad I have her," I said. "I really like her."

"And don't worry. She and I are so close that it's not awkward to know that you're banging my mom two and three times a week."

"Well that's putting it bluntly," I chuckled.

"We're close in age, too," Anna said, emphasizing the obvious. "I'm not that much younger."

I swallowed hard, not knowing whether to follow Anna down the path she was starting to take.

"You know," she continued, "She's told me a few details." She stood up and glanced at my crotch, which was still bulging a bit from my feeble attempt to hide my rock solid erection.

"Details?" I said.

"Yeah. About you." Anna approached me and put an arm around my back. "How you do what you do." Our eyes locked as she pressed her hip against mine. "Y'know...in bed."

I put one arm around her naked waist, and we leaned in for another kiss. But this one was far more than the greeting at the door. It was slow, soft, and sensual. Her breath tasted fruity like her hair, but I could still smell that sweet feminine scent that lowered my inhibitions. She seemed to be an experienced kisser, as the movement of her lips perfectly complimented mine. We broke off with a smack and locked eyes again.

All I wanted to do at that very moment was take her head in my hands and kiss those ruby red lips again with a full-on attack that left no doubt how attracted to her I was. I wanted to carry her into the living room, rip off the scraps of clothing, lay her down on the couch, stick my big veiny dick in her pussy, and fuck her fast and hard.

A sudden rumbling from the far end of the kitchen woke me from my fantasy. Anna jerked away from me, shocked to hear the garage door opening.

"Mom's home," her quavering voice said.

The surprise was enough to soften my erection a bit, a relief since I didn't want Sherry figuring out why I had a hard-on before she got home. An unseen door opened, followed by Sherry entering the kitchen carrying a leather shoulder bag. She wore a stylish purple work skirt with matching blouse. Her heels clicked across the tile floor.

"Hi baby!" she said, eyes smiling as much as her mouth.

Anna and I both answered. "Hi Mom!" "Hello beautiful." Then we both laughed, which allowed us to breathe again and relax.

"How was your day off?" Sherry asked Anna.

"Ugh, some day off. I worked for most of it."

"That's my girl, making bank."

Sherry then turned to me and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse. Then, bending over so that I could see down it, she removed her shoes, flippantly tossing them aside. Even in business casual outfit, she still managed to be sexy.

"And how's my rock star?" Sherry asked as she wrapped her arms around my waist, eyeing me up and down. Before I could answer, she planted a kiss on my lips and wouldn't let go. I prayed that she couldn't taste any Anna on me.

"He's not a rock star," Anna said in a defiantly deeper tone.

Sherry broke the kiss and, looking me in the eyes, said, "We'll just see about that." She grabbed my ass with both hands. "Wanna come check out my new bathroom tiles?"

"I didn't know you had new tiles," I said.

"I don't." Sherry said, pushing me in the direction of her bedroom.

"Clever girl," I said.

"I suppose you two are going to have sex now," Anna said, clearly sounding annoyed.

"Don't wait up," Sherry replied, eyes still locked on mine.

"Whatever," mumbled Anna.

I looked back at Anna as I walked down the hall with Sherry and called out, "We'll talk more later."

Anna didn't reply; she rolled her eyes and turned away from us.

Sherry practically shoved me into her bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

"I've been waiting for this all day," she panted. We came together almost violently and kissed each other hard. Our tongues pressed up against each other in a battle to see who could go deeper into the other person's mouth. Our hands wildly groped each other's body parts. My hands soon started to work at the remaining buttons on her blouse, while she started to unbuckle my belt. It was stretched tight by my renewed erection. Our hands worked quickly but clumsily. We couldn't undress each other fast enough. I undid the last of the blouse's buttons and grabbed Sherry's bra-encased tits. A sudden moan leaped out of her mouth and into mine. She removed my belt and unzipped my pants.

Finally, Sherry said, "Aw fuck it." She pulled up her skirt, dropped her panties, jumped up and wrapped her legs around me. I almost didn't catch her, and we collapsed onto the bed, just as she had planned.

"Stick it in, quick!" she commanded between kisses.

I stood up just long enough to drop my pants to my knees. My fully erect cock stood at attention, ready for action. Sherry's legs remained spread in the air. Her pussy was on full display, even though most of the rest of her body was still under wraps. I started unbuttoning my polo shirt, but Sherry was impatient.

"C'mon, I need you inside me so badly right now!" she pleaded, pulling my cock toward her. "Stick it in!"

I removed my shirt and guided my cock toward her opening. She was already wet, so in a single stroke I plunged in all the way up to my pubic hair. Sherry squealed. She was a bit tighter than usual, which I liked. I relished the sensation of her pussy so quickly surrounding every inch of my cock. I held myself fully inside her for a moment. Sherry squeezed my cock with her pussy—her trademark way to drive me crazy with sexual pleasure—and I could feel my heartbeat pulsing through my dick and pushing against the walls of her vagina.

Sherry put her feet on the edge of the bed and began to buck her hips. She really wanted to get it going! I responded by going straight from zero to sixty in just a couple seconds. Sherry's moans quivered. We pounded each other hard and fast, with my pelvis slapping her nice round ass. We fucked like animals, like we had been tortured with the sight of each other's naked bodies for days without being allowed to move, and now we were suddenly released to do as we pleased. There is nothing like a good fuck right when you need it most.

"Uhh! Oh yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me, Will! Fuck me!" Sherry screamed between pants and yelps. I was breathing hard myself. The tip of my dick was landing so deep and so hard on the end of her pussy, and it felt so good! We couldn't fuck hard or fast enough.

After just a few minutes, I felt myself starting to climax. It was coming up much faster than usual, and Sherry could sense it.

"Oh yeah, baby! Cum inside me! Cum in me! Aaahh!" Sherry's squeezes started to come in rhythm.

"Holy fuck!" I yelled out as my orgasm hit me so suddenly and so hard, it almost hurt. It was so overpowering that it was all I was aware of. My last thrust landed as deep as I could get it, and I thought I felt the tip of my dick explode as I blasted Sherry's insides with semen. Then came another spray, then another, and another. I could feel my dick pulse and expand with each one.

After what could have been a full minute of recovery, I opened my eyes. They had been clenched shut, and small tears had formed at the corners. I had bent over Sherry in the clamor of our fast fuck. Still trying to catch her own breath, she looked up at me and gently whisked away a tear. I kissed her deeply again while my dick was still inside her.

We kissed for a few minutes, and then I pulled out. I needed a drink, so I pulled my pants back up and went back to the kitchen to get some water. I didn't put my shirt back on, but it didn't matter, as Anna had left. I was a little worried that my relationship with her mother was making things difficult for her. No matter how comfortable she says she is with it, I thought that it had to be awkward for her.

When I returned to Sherry's large master bedroom, she was reclining naked on the love seat that was backed by a grand view of the back yard. Her eyes were lazily half shut and her legs spread wide. One hand was massaging her breast while the other was fingering her clit. I quickly removed my remaining clothes and took over, except I used my tongue to rapidly flick her clit. Sherry released one loud moan after another, each one escalating in pitch. I lapped up the juices on her labia, then pressed my taste buds onto her clit and rubbed it forcefully.

Sherry's hips began to buck as her orgasm drew near. The moans turned into staccato squeals. But I wouldn't let her cum just yet. I drew away, then pulled her up and turned her around. Sherry got the message and kneeled on the bed in doggy-style position. She arched her back and thrust her butt into the air. There before me was her beautiful snatch, wet, open, and ready to receive me.

My cock was standing straight up. It was so hard that it almost hurt, and I was proud of it. I knew Sherry liked its length, strength and girth. It was easy for me to fully please her with it. I guided my mushroom head to her pussy lips and rubbed them up and down. Sherry moaned again, but this time it was a pleading moan, begging me to just shove my cock all the way inside her.

So I did, in one smooth motion. I bottomed out with my balls hitting her butt and my tip just barely touching her cervix. I was amazed at how deep I was inside her. Sherry's pussy seemed to scorch my cock with its heat. I groaned with pleasure as I began to slowly pump in and out. I could feel every inch, every contour of her pussy slide past the veins in my cock. The friction on the edge of my cockhead shot wondrous sensations through me, and I was in heaven.

I started pounding her faster and harder, with Sherry matching my rhythm and pushing back on me. I grabbed her hips for extra thrusting and just let it ride. My recent orgasm made it possible for me to last much longer this time, but we never seemed to tire. We fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked. We were living in the moment and enjoying every bit of it.

Eventually I moved my hands up to grab her tits and I just let my hips do all the fucking. Sherry let out an extra moan with this added sensation. My fingers massaged the flesh of her magnificent breasts while my thumbs rubbed her nipples, and my dick rubbed the inside of her pussy. After another few minutes, all this sent both of us to the point of no return. I could feel Sherry's pussy squeezing my cock more often now as her moans turned into wails.

"AAAhhh! Omygod! Oh shit! Oh shit! Fuck it, yeah, fuck it! Don't stop! AAaaahhh!"

I did as she commanded and pounded her pussy fast and hard as my own orgasm built up incredible momentum. I remained deep inside her, only withdrawing a couple inches with each manic thrust. I grunted in rhythm while Sherry's orgasm started silently. Apparently, it was too much for her to even scream, but her mouth was wide open and her eyes clenched shut. Her pussy contracted repeatedly around my cock, trying desperately to milk out all my semen.

My orgasm hit me like a car wreck. I shouted at the sudden shock of unbelievable sensation that overtook my entire body. My legs quivered, threatening to give out as my hips bucked violently and involuntarily, ensuring that all the cum that was shooting out the tip of my dick was landing as deep inside Sherry as it could possibly go. It seemed to just go on and on, with more and more cum shooting past Sherry's cervix.

Then everything went black.

When I regained consciousness, I saw that I had collapsed on top of Sherry. My dick had partially extricated itself as we lay there, trying to catch our breaths. Sherry summed up the experience with one intensely spoken word:

"Wow!"

* * * * * * * * * *

The next two times Sherry and I hooked up were at my place, so I didn't see Anna for a week. When I finally did return to her house, Anna greeted me with a hug and a cheerful peck on the lips, but then disappeared upstairs to her room. I watched her ponytail bounce and her ass cheeks sway back and forth as she climbed the stairs.

Ahh, her ass. I rarely got a great view of it since she either wore a skirt or sweatpants when I visited. I knew she had a great ass, but I had no idea how great it was until the day I unknowingly arrived an hour before Sherry was to come home. I got the now usual hug and kiss.

"Hi Willie! Mom got stuck at work. She won't be home for a while. Sorry, stud."

Anna wore a white bikini top that did little to hide her juicy tits. It was merely two sheer triangles held loosely in place by thin strings, one around her neck and one across her back. It didn't give her chest much support, but from the looks of her perky breasts, they didn't need much. Her voluptuousness bulged out from all sides of the barely functional nylon triangles. The curves that fell beneath the lower reach of the bikini would have been the hottest part, were it not for her nipples making tiny tents near the edge of the fabric.

However, this was not the hottest part of her today. It was that ever loving ass that was barely covered by a pair of cut-off jean shorts that seemed to be painted onto her hips. They hung so low that I could see the indent of her pelvic muscles pointing toward her holy of holies, and cut so high up her thighs that if she were to spread her legs just a little I could immediately know what, if anything, she wore underneath. Just like her skirt the other day, they were barely seven inches thick, top to bottom.

Anna turned around and headed for the back door.

"We filled the pool a couple days ago," she announced. "It should be ready to go. Wanna join me?"

Do I? Anna was so sexy I couldn't resist the instinctual urge to follow that perfect body and angelic face. All I could do as she walked away was stare at that ass. It was wide and round: not too wide since she was in such great shape, but not too muscular either. All the stunts she did with cheerleading, combined with what must have just been great genes, had created the most bubblicious bubble butt I had ever seen. It perfectly complimented the curved of her hips. The bottom of her cheeks melded seamlessly into her long, well-toned legs. I wondered if she knew the extreme hotness of her body.

I followed Anna out the back door and onto the pool deck. I sat back in a lounge chair and tried to think of something to talk about.

"Aren't you going to get in?" Anna asked as she unbuttoned her shorts.

"I don't have a suit."

Anna pointed to my bulging crotch and asked, "Boxers or briefs?" Her shorts were now split down the middle. She wrapped each thumb under a belt loop.

"Boxers," I replied. "But I—"

"Great! You can use those."

I didn't want to tell her how much harder it is to hide a stiffie with boxers. I was worried that any erection I might get would be extremely obvious, especially if it poked through the hole in front. But this line of reasoning went out the window as Anna started to sway her hips left and right, tugging down her tight shorts an inch at a time.

"And when your mom gets home? What will I wear when my boxers are still wet?"

"Go commando. She'll love that!"

I chuckled. Anna stood in front of me, waiting for me to decide. "I dunno...."

"Aww, c'mon." Anna's shorts dropped to the cement, revealing a white bikini bottom that matched the top in color and inadequacy of coverage. The front was just enough to cover a thick muff, had she not shaved it all off completely. Shoestrings attached this part to the back, which was only wide enough to cover half her butt cheeks. Even as they did, they revealed her complete shape as they clung tightly to every contour. I found myself thanking God for this tight teenage ass, even if I could only look.

In a sudden attempt to both ease the tension and get my hands on this beauty, I quickly removed all of my clothing except my boxers, grabbed Anna around the waist in an linebacker tackle, and ran both of us into the pool. We hit the water as one while Anna squealed with laughter.

"You butt!" she playfully scolded after surfacing. Her hair was matted to the back of her neck, and her eyes glimmered in the late evening sunlight. We faced each other and treaded water in a circle in the deep end, getting used to the temperature.

"So how many more school days until graduation?" I asked, finding a depth where I could stand.

"Just final exams. Three days worth."

"Are you having a graduation party?" I asked.

"Already did. Mine was combined with my best friend Hailey at her house last week. You should have come!"

"You should have invited me!" I quipped. "But I'm not sure how I would have introduced myself. 'Hello sir, and how do you know Anna?' 'Oh, I'm having incredible sex with Anna's mom on a regular basis.'"

Anna laughed and splashed me. "You perv!"

"Have you gone to a bunch of graduation parties?" I asked.

"Some, yes. I had to turn down some invitations from guys I didn't know that well. They just wanted me to show up at their pool party so they could see me in a bikini."

"Don't take this the wrong way," I approached cautiously, "But I can see why."

"Thanks!" Anna smiled with her entire face. She was as beautiful as Sherry while still being her own person. "But I don't have a hundred friends like the popular cliques and some of the bimbos I cheered with."

"So you're not a bimbo," I said, pretending to make a mental note. "Got it."

Anna reached behind me and pinched my butt. I barked at the sudden sharp pain. "That's what you get," she said.

"OK, OK. Well, what about prom?" I continued.

"I went with a friend. We dated for a while but we both saw that it would never work. He didn't have anyone to go with, so I asked him. He was OK with it and we had a good time."

"But not too good?" I asked, grinning.

"I don't sleep around, and I didn't want to do the last fling sex that proms are notorious for. I learned a lot from my mom, and while I love her to pieces and I wouldn't trade our situation for anything, I don't want to go through what she did. I haven't had a serious boyfriend in a year and haven't slept with a guy in two years."

"Mmm. OK. Didn't need that much—"

"—you didn't need that much information, did you?" Anna giggled.

"It's OK. We're tight," It tired to reassure her. "You can tell me stuff and I won't be grossed out."

Anna put her feet on the bottom of the pool, stepped up to me, sandwiched my face between her hands, and kissed me. "Thanks," she said softly. "I like being able to trust you."

She backed away smiling. I sat on a step that was high enough to lift my shoulders above the water. Then I noticed Anna biting her lower lip.

"What?" I asked.

"This might sound weird, but would it be OK if I took my top off?" My eyes bulged out of their sockets. "I usually go skinny dipping in this pool."

"You do?" I said. I felt a tingle and my cock started to grow despite the cool water.

"Yeah, and I think Mom does too when I'm not around. It's always been just the two of us here. The only house that has a view of this pool is ours." I looked around the property. She was right. Fences, hedges, and the placement of neighboring houses—none of which went as far back as Sherry's—blocked any potential sight lines.




The Ski Bunny Ch. 04



"I'm usually able to avoid tan lines all summer long."

"Now that's talent!" I teased.

"Would you mind if I take this off?" Anna asked, tugging at a strap near her neck. "I'll stay underwater if it makes you nervous."

"Go ahead," I said. Really, how could I have said no? I'll tell you: total, asexual insanity. That's the only way I could have said no. Nine out of ten gay dudes would have been turned straight at the sight of a nearly naked Anna.

She backed up to me and asked me to untie her. I did, and she walked forward again, leaving the bikini top in my hands. She turned around in neck-deep water and partially covered her breasts with her arms. But the water was rippling too much for me to make out any details anyway. I was hoping that those same ripples would conceal the massive hard-on that was now poking through the slit in my boxers.

"This feels so good," Anna said. I tried to imagine the feeling of the cool, crisp water on her naked breasts: so liberating.

"Can I ask you something?" I said.

"You just did."

"OK, smart-ass!" I retorted. Anna giggled as I continued. "You said the other day that you were OK—even happy—that I was...oh, how did you so eloquently put it...banging your mom?"

More giggles. "Yeah?"

"But a couple weeks ago you seemed a bit upset when I went with your mom to her room to do just that."

"I wasn't upset that you and Mom had sex. I just went up to my room and listened to my iPod."

"Then what was the matter?"

Anna sighed. "I dunno. I guess I'm just tired of being in her shadow when you're around. I guess I was...." Anna wrung her hands. "...jealous."

"Jealous that she was having sex and you weren't?"

"Jealous that she was having sex with you, and I wasn't."

My heart raced through the next several beats as a shock of adrenaline coursed through me. Did she just reveal that she has the hots for me? I wondered. Anna moved closer to me in the shallower water, but still kept her shoulders submerged.

"Anna, I'm flattered. I—"

"Hah, 'flattered,'" she interrupted. "I got dressed up in my sexiest outfit for you. I felt so hot and brave. I thought I had really turned you on, but then I still lost out to Mom."

"I wouldn't say you 'lost out.' This isn't a competition."

"But don't you think I'm pretty?" she asked as she stood up. In one graceful movement Anna lifted her torso above the water, revealing the most perfect pair of breasts I had ever seen. They were almost too good to be true: C-cup large, firm, and perky, but natural. Encased in smooth, taught, creamy white skin, they didn't need much support to point up as they did. They were made even more striking by the thin layer of water that cascaded down their roundness, making them glisten in the sunlight. Her eraser-sized nipples jutted out from the peak of each orb. They were pink mixed with milk chocolate brown, and a bit darker than the surrounding areola.

Anna put her arms over her head and stretched, arching her back and sticking her butt out behind her, just as she had done the other day in the kitchen. Except this time I could enjoy the full view of her naked breasts.

"Well, do you?" Anna asked again, looking at me as she finished her stretch.

"Umm, I...I," I stammered, and finally finding words: "Anna sweetie, you know you're gorgeous."

Anna straddled me and sat on my lap, her tits right in my face. I mustered all the will power I had just to keep from grabbing them and planting my face on them. My erection was so strong that I thought I was running out of skin. I could feel it pressing between my pelvis and hers. She leaned down and kissed me with an open mouth. Our tongues danced while our lips slid over each other in a wet act of pure lust. Our hands rubbed up and down each other's smooth backs.

But the thought of cheating on Sherry with her daughter made me pull back. "Wait a minute," I whispered. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Why? Cuz of Mom?" Anna's brow angled downward but her big green eyes were sad.

"Among other things, yeah. I...It's just...." Stammering again, I restarted. "Look, baby. I really like your mom. We have a good thing going and I don't want to screw it up."

"Don't worry. She'll never find out. She thinks I share everything with her, but I can keep a secret if you can."

Despite her reassurances, I still wanted to remove all doubt. "Anna, honey, you're a goddess. You can get any guy you want. I'm sure there's a whole high school full of guys who would do anything to be with you."

"They're immature douches. None of them know what they're doing."

"Well what about college guys?"

"Me and frat boys don't mix." I decided not to protest her massive stereotyping. "All I want is you," she nearly whispered and planted another kiss on my lips.

I smiled and confidently said, "Yeah? And why is that?"

"Because you're cute. And hot. And you make my mom so happy. You treat her right and drive her crazy with desire." Another kiss planted. "And if you can satisfy her, I know you can satisfy me." Then she whispered in one ear: "I can't wait for you to make me cum." She flicked my ear with the tip of her tongue, then went to the other: "I can't wait to make you come...inside me."

My dick nearly exploded right then and there. I had never been so turned on in my life. I lost control and it was on! I pulled her face to mine and started a massively hard-core make-out session. Our lips and tongues were all over each other. My hips were already bucking, pressing the biggest, most solid erection I had ever produced right up against her pussy lips. Only one thin piece of fabric separated us.

We kissed non-stop for several minutes, groping and mashing our bodies together. When we finally separated we had to catch our breaths. Anna put her hands on her lower back, threw her head back, and presented her glorious tits to me. I immediately grabbed both and squeezed gently. They were certainly real, in case I had any remaining doubt. The malleability confirmed it, yet they were firm enough to be fun to play with. My long, slender fingers were just short of reaching all the way across each breast.

Anna moaned as I massaged. "Ahhh, I've needed this for such a long time."

I leaned forward and took as much of her right breast into my mouth as possible while still squeezing both. I started to concentrate on each nipple, thumb on one, tongue on the other. I flicked them both several times, pressed them into the breast, and lightly pinched and twisted them. Anna's slight moans increased, as did her breathing, which made her chest heave. She let out a louder groan when I began sucking on her right nipple. Then my mouth went to her left breast and I repeated the stimulation routine.

After a few minutes of this Anna thanked me with a fast, hard kiss with a tongue that was all too eager to rub against mine. I took control of the kiss, slowing it down and gradually trailing off to a tender release so slow and smooth it was hard to tell when our lips had actually separated. When I opened my eyes, Anna's were still closed. She was still savoring the release. As she slowly opened her big eyes, with her eyelashes the last to reveal her green sparkles, I noticed that her cheeks had turned rosy in the excitement of our lust for each other.

Anna stood up so that her pelvis was right in front of my face. Each of my hands took hold of opposing drawstrings on her bikini bottom. I pulled gently, and as soon as the ties came undone, the thin white nylon fell to the water's surface. And now Anna was completely naked in front of me. She was completely shaven. Her pussy lips were swollen with desire, and as Anna took a slightly wider stance, they hung down just slightly from her crotch.

I grabbed Anna's muscular but round ass with both hands and pulled her closer. My lips met her pussy lips, and I stuck my tongue in between them. It didn't take long to find her clit, and Anna's moaning returned in higher pitches. She ran her fingers through my hair as I tickled her clit, occasionally trying to dart my tongue into her opening. But it was difficult in this position, so I guided her to sit on the edge of the pool, legs open wide.

There was her glorious pussy, open and eager for me to enter. God, how I just wanted to stick my dick in there and fuck her like a jackhammer! But I knew that if I was going to live up to Sherry's description of my sexual abilities, I would be better off making it all about Anna first.

We made eye contact as I reunited my tongue with her clit. I flicked it as fast as I could while my lips formed a seal around the work area. Anna moaned faster and louder. Even though the neighbors couldn't see us, I wondered if they could hear. Aww, fuck it! I thought. Let's make them jealous.

I guided Anna's legs to spread wider, so I could get my tongue as far into her opening as I could. I traced circles around the rim and allowed my hand to continue rubbing her clit. I used two fingers in a circular motion while my tongue probed Anna's vagina. This went on for several minutes, Anna's moans riding up and down wave after wave of pleasure. My tongue and fingers were getting tired, so I tried humming, just to see if it got any reaction.

And damn, did it ever! Her hips began to buck, and I had to match her movements. The instant I stuck a single finger into her pussy, she started panting, "Oh my God! Oh my God! What's happening?! Oh shit! Oh shit! AAahhh!!"

Anna's hips quivered, then involuntarily bucked. I followed them and continued my assault. Her hole suddenly became more lubricated as her juices seeped out. Her wordless screams indicated exactly what she was experiencing. It seemed to last quite a while at maximum pitch before she started her descent, which lasted even longer.

I backed away and watched her recover. She was leaning back on her elbows, hips still bucking, legs dangling over the side of the pool, breasts heaving, eyes half open, looking completely vulnerable but completely satisfied.  "How was that?" I asked.

"What was that?" she replied.

"Seriously? I'm pretty sure you had an orgasm, babe."

"Wow," she declared. Just like her mother. "Wow. I've never cum like that before. I'm used to taking care of myself, but that was totally different."

"Good different?" I asked.

"Oh yeah!" Anna nodded, eyes now wide open. "No guy has ever made me cum." She was pumping me full of confidence, even cockiness.

Anna noticed my still stiff member poking above the water. "Wow!" she said again, and it occurred to me that this was the first time she had seen my dick. "You're huge!"

"I'm telling ya babe, your standards are about to change. No more high school boys."

Anna slipped back into the shallow end of the pool and took hold of my cock with both hands. "So big and hard," she said with a smile. I flexed to make it expand for a moment in her hand. She looked up at me in astonishment and laughed. Then she squatted down and took the tip into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and moved up and down on it, pressing her tongue against the bottom.

I had been incredibly horny for quite some time by this point, so even though her inexperience showed, it felt incredible. As she slowly took more and more of me into her mouth, I gave her pointers. "Flick your tongue there...yeah, right there. Yeah, that's it! Ugh! Watch your teeth. Alright, a bit faster now. Ah, yeah!"

My sighs and grunts came slowly at first, but I knew I wasn't going to last long. Anna's blow job felt that good. Sherry and I hadn't fucked in a few days, and with all the time spent seeing the incredibly sexy and incredibly naked Anna seducing me, I knew I would blow my load soon. I told Anna to gently cup my balls, and when she did I could feel my orgasm start to build up.

"Oh yeah, keep going," I said. "I'm so close." I looked down at Anna's naked body. She looked up at me while her lips and tongue danced and frolicked on my extra sensitive skin. The orgasmic sensations escalated, and I could feel my knees shaking. I just stood there, loving it. I passed the point of no return with absolutely no thought toward stopping or even slowing down. But I did offer her a final warning in case she didn't want my semen in her mouth. "Oh Anneliese, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, baby!"

Anna moved back and I took my cock in my hand, aiming it at her tits. The zenith of my orgasm shot through my dick right to the tip, and my cum did the same. My first blast was so powerful that it shot right over Anna's shoulder and landed on the pool deck two feet behind her. Then I squirted a sticky, white rope right onto her collar bone. Then another onto her left breast, and another on her right. I saw stars with each volley. They all felt so good that I wondered how much more I could stand. I finished off with some big drops right between her tits.

"Wow," Anna said again, laughing. "That's a lot of cum!"

I said something along the lines of thank you and you learn quickly. As I stood there recovering, Anna moved to the deep end of the pool to wash off. She grabbed a chlorine floater from the far edge of the pool and set it on top of the water.

Our naked bodies came together in the middle of the pool, and we stood there for several minutes, kissing and slowly exploring each other's bodies. We started concentrating on each other's butt cheeks, squeezing them and flexing for each other. I started to move my hands around to her front side, but before they got there Anna separated from me and walked up the staircase and out of the pool. I watched her round butt cheeks and hips sway from side to side with each step.

When she reached the top, she used her hands to squeegee her hair. She stood on her toes, arched her back, spread her legs a bit, and stuck her butt out at me. It was such a heavenly butt being so perfectly round and attached to those long, athletic legs. I wanted to bury my face in it. Looking at the bottom of the cheeks, I noticed her swollen pussy lips hanging from her crotch. She had pushed her snatch out to me so that it was on full display. It was facing back at me, begging me to fill it with my rod, which was quickly becoming erect again. Just the sight of that sweet pussy at the bottom of her ass made me want to dart my dick inside it.

Holding this favorite erotic position of hers, hands still running through her hair, she looked back at me and asked, "Are you coming inside?" What a question.

"Hell yeah!" I said, quickly exiting the pool.

Anna squealed and pranced into the house. I trotted after her, my bouncing dick leading the way. I followed her inside and tried to grab her, but she jumped out of the way.

"C'mere you!" I said as we both dripped water onto the carpet.

"We'd better go up to my room," Anna said. I followed her up the stairs to the opposite end of the house from Sherry's bedroom. As soon as we were in Anna's room, she turned to face me, and I closed the door. Our wet bodies mashed together again, and we kissed while grabbing each other's asses. Then she grabbed my dick.

"Is it going to hurt?" she asked. "It's been a while, and I never had one this big."

"Don't worry," I reassured her. "I'll start out slowly. Just let me know how you're feeling."

Anna nodded. She looked me in the eye and whispered, "Take me, Will." She backed up to her queen-sized bed where she lay down, legs spread, ready to receive me in missionary. I positioned myself over her and began to realize how incredibly fortunate I was that I was about to have sex with such a hot young woman. Every male in the world over the age of fourteen would give almost anything for a chance to do what I was about to do.

I guided my dick toward Anna's labia. She gasped at the initial contact, then gasped a few more times as I rubbed my tip between her pussy lips, mixing my pre-cum with her juices and spreading the mixture over these most sensitive parts of our bodies. I found her hole and gently pushed forward. My cockhead was immediately met with some resistance. It very slowly slid into her opening. I wasn't being blocked: Anna's pussy was just extra tight.

My tip finally got through the initial opening, but I still had to press hard to go any further. It stretched my skin to the point of hurting a bit. I sensed a tiny wince from Anna, so I pulled out but maintained contact with her pussy. Then I went in again, and I was able to go an inch further. Out again, then in again an inch further. I could feel every vein in my dick slide through with each new inch that I gained. She was so tight that I was glad I had already cum in the last twenty minutes, or else I might have blown my load before I got all the way inside her.

Anna grabbed my butt and pulled me deeper inside her. I pushed hard and finally felt my dick bottom out. We both groaned at the flesh-on-flesh sensation. She didn't squeeze her pussy around my dick—due to inexperience, I figured—but she didn't need to. Her steaming hot vagina surrounded my dick tighter than a corset on a 19th-century woman's waist.

I slowly pulled almost all the way out, then just as slowly pushed back in. Anna's pussy soon became more lubricated, so I was able to gradually increase the speed of our humping. Anna raised her feet into the air, and I found myself able to bury my dick an extra half inch deeper. We both gasped and I held inside her for a moment. My balls were now in contact with her ass, and our pelvises pressed up hard against each other. I began stroking again, a bit faster now. I grunted with pleasure and Anna's moans and occasional yelps let me know that she was enjoying it as well.

We fucked like this for several minutes. Eventually I asked, "Wanna try cowgirl?"

"Yesss!" Anna said with a smile.

"Wrap your legs around me and hold tight," I instructed. Anna did so, and I rolled us both over in one quick motion, staying inside her. Anna sat up and I could see the full glory of her body: damp hair frayed chaotically down her back, the youthful, girl-next-door beauty of her face that reminded me of her mother's, the broad shoulders that lifted other girls into the air, her perfect tits, curvy waist and hips, flat tummy accented by a pierced belly button, and at the bottom of it all, my dick buried deep in her clean shaven pussy. It was truly a sight to behold. I tried to envision how far up my dick went.

I grabbed her tits and kneaded them. Anna began to rock her hips back and forth, causing her pussy to move up and down my length. I sat up and bear hugged her. We kissed as we both moved our hips in rhythmic micro movements for a few moments. I traced kisses around her collar bone and the top of her breasts. We both savored the feeling of our bodies melded together so tightly, joined as one with my dick in her pussy.

Anna pushed me onto my back again, then leaned over me and started moving her hips in more rapid vertical motions. I took one breast into my mouth and sucked. The other one I squeezed with one hand while my other hand was on her ass. Anna's moans became louder and higher, and then she started using my name. I figured it doesn't get any better than this.

I placed my feet on the bed so I could lift my hips and fuck her harder. I pounded into her and she responded with a shriek. She was still tight and my dick almost hurt driving into her that quickly. But I couldn't stop. I just loved fucking her hard! Anna began to fuck back, so our pace accelerated even more.

Right as a familiar sensation began to build up, Anna lifted herself off my cock, turned around into reverse cowgirl, and guided my dick halfway back into her depths. I went the rest of the way by lifting my hips and resuming our fast-paced humping. The length of each stroke was nearly the length of my 6.5-inch cock. I was pulling nearly all the way out of her pussy then shoving it all the way back in with each furious stroke. I alternately grabbed her hips and her tits. Our skin slapped and her tits bounced freely when I wasn't squeezing them.




The Ski Bunny Ch. 05



"We need to talk. Come to the house at 7:00."

The text message I got from Sherry after not having heard from her for three days made me gulp. We hadn't seen each other all week. That was unprecedented for us. Ever since our trysts at the ski resort we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Sherry's beautiful body—amazingly youthful at 34—felt wonderful in my arms each time after we made love.

And that was the main difference. It was no longer just fucking. Granted, our sessions often did devolve into pure, animalistic, hard-banging fuck-fests. And by God those were great! Sherry was experienced and at her sexual peak. She coaxed some mind-blowing orgasms out of me. But as our relationship evolved, I found that the sex was more like lovemaking. I found myself feeling more than just lust for Sherry, and instead of running away from that, I embraced it. That just made the sex even better.  

As we became regulars at each other's places—particularly me at hers—we started to bring and leave behind items that revealed the long-term outlook on our relationship: toiletries, a change of clothes for work and one for a casual weekend, and even some candles that Sherry said would make my bedroom a more romantic place to make love. (Even she used those words). We started doing things together that did not involve sex: ball games, meeting friends for bowling, spending a day at the water park—although it was difficult not to think about sex when I got to see Sherry wear a figure-flattering bikini for six hours. We talked a lot, and in case I was not already aware of her intellectual side, it became clear that we were on a similar plane.

But last week I jeopardized all of that when I banged her amazingly hot eighteen-year-old daughter. It was the culmination of weeks of slowly escalating seduction that I could no longer ignore. Anna was as beautiful as her mother, but naturally had a tighter, thinner body. Even her pussy was significantly tighter. Her youthful exuberance made up for her lack of experience in bed.

I felt proud like an alpha-male, and guilty at the same time. Sherry might as well be my steady girlfriend, and I had just cheated on her with her daughter. But Anna said she was going to float an idea by her mother: something that would not only allow us to hump again but also remedy the need to keep it a secret. I thought that if she can pull off that impossible stunt, then I would make sure she was appropriately rewarded, no matter what I had to do.

Then came the ominous text message.

"Everything OK?" I texted back.

"Eat dinner first" was all I got in reply.

I feared the worst. Did Anna tell Sherry that we had sex? They were as close as a mother and daughter could be. They told each other everything. How would Sherry react? Were we through? It would be a shame. We were really starting to click, and I fucked it up. But I suppose it was inevitable. There was no way I could resist Anna's advances.

I drove to Sherry and Anna's house, not knowing exactly what to expect, but ready to possibly walk out with my tail between my legs. Or maybe neutered. Sherry greeted me at the door. Even in a casual but tight-fitting tank top and capri pants, with her dirty blonde hair tied up in a pony tail, she was still gorgeous to me.

"Hi baby," she said calmly before planting a kiss on my lips. That was a good sign. "C'mon in."

She led me into the kitchen and I sat on one of the bar stools overlooking the sink. There was no sign of Anna. Sherry made two iced teas as we exchanged small talk about how our weeks had been. But I couldn't wait.

"Sherry, what did you really want to talk about?"

She sighed. "Will, I've had a great time with you these past couple months."

Uh oh. That's the beginning of the end, I thought. "But...." I prodded her.

"No, wait. There is no 'but.' We are amazing together, and I've started to have some pretty strong feelings for you. I'm not sure what it is yet, but I know it's more than just lust. I didn't think we would last this long, given how we started." Sherry paused, glancing away. Then she looked back up at me, her big blue eyes looking straight into mine with a sincerity that I couldn't possibly doubt. "And I don't ever want this to end."

I walked around the counter to where Sherry was standing and wrapped my arms tightly around her. Immediately our lips found each other and we engaged in one of the most sensuous kisses we had ever been involved in.

Our lips separated with a smack. "You had me worried," I said.

"I'm not alone, am I?" she asked.

"No, baby," I confirmed. We kissed again and kept hold of each other for a moment more. I wondered how the issue of my screwing Anna had been left out.

"But there's more," Sherry finally said, "And it gets a little sticky here."

And there it is. I thought. It was too good to be true.

Sherry and I sat down on the bar stools as she began to explain.

"Anna is everything to me. Always has been. Doing right by her was how I made up for all the mistakes I made in my early teens. We're not just mother-daughter: We're best friends. And it's always been just the two of us here. No long-term boyfriends for either of us to deal with. Well, except for Jack," she said, referring to her ex-husband of only two years. Anna never got along with him, which is one of the main reasons Sherry gave for the marriage failing. It was obvious that if forced to choose between Anna and a guy, Sherry would always choose her daughter.

"And now I have you," Sherry continued, "And Anna seems to really like you."

"Well I'm glad. I really like her," I said, trying not to admit more than I had to.

"No, Will. She really likes you." I looked at her, confused. "I'll explain.

"When she started high school we were still doing everything together and trusting each other with everything. But soon I saw her going down the same slippery slope that I did. I caught her with a joint when she was fourteen, and the next year she told me about losing her virginity. I started to worry that the cycle was going to repeat itself, so I sat her down and told her all the details about my life that I had glossed over.

"I told her all the stupid things I did when I was her age, all the stupid guys I did, and how she came to be. I told her about her father. I thought he was a great guy simply because he gave me attention and made me feel loved. But he turned out to be an asshole. Once he accomplished his goal of sleeping with me he started to mistreat me. And a baby was certainly not in his plans, so he deserted me when I needed him most.

"Anna and I had some serious talks, some of which lead to serious arguments. But in the end she got the picture. I was able to teach her to have respect for herself. She had the wherewithal to straighten herself out before anything bad happened. She had the occasional boyfriend, but nothing too serious, and as far as I can tell, she hasn't slept with anyone since she was sixteen. She just graduated with honors, and I'm so proud of her."

"As well you should be," I said. "And proud of yourself. You've overcome huge obstacles and raised a lovely young woman."

"Thank you," Sherry said, smiling. That smile of hers did it for me every time. I was locked onto her.

She continued. "I was afraid of what might happen if I introduced a complication into our wonderful relationship that we had worked so hard on."

"Complication?" I asked.

"You," she said. "But Anna has latched onto you more than I had ever hoped. I'm sure you've noticed her flirting with you."

"Umm...I, uh...Well, yeah," I admitted.

"Don't worry, it's OK." Sherry said. "I've seen the way you look at her, too." She looked over her right shoulder, out the window toward the pool. "She's gorgeous, isn't she?"

I followed her gaze, and for the first time that evening I noticed Anna. She was sunbathing face-up on a lounge chair. Topless. Her C-cup breasts seemed to stand out from her otherwise slim figure like two perfectly round grapefruits. The nipples were each tit's crown. Her skin shimmered with a thin layer of sweat. She apparently didn't know I was there. My cock twitched and began a slow ascent that I was powerless to stop.

The rest of Anna's curves were on full display. She wore only a red bikini bottom whose strings were so thin as to allow sunlight to dance around them. There was barely enough fabric to cover her pussy, and I could only imagine how much of her tight yet round ass was exposed. Perhaps it was a thong. The thought made my cock accelerate toward erection. As if the rest of her wasn't enticing enough, it was her heavenly ass that made me lose control the other day.

"Will?" Sherry asked.

"Huh?" I said, snapping back to attention. I realized that I had been staring.

"Don't you think she's gorgeous?" Sherry repeated.

"Umm, yeah," I confirmed. "Like mother, like daughter."

"Thanks! It's one of the things I'm so proud of. She attracts a lot of guys with her appearance, but a lot of them aren't so good. She's been able to stay on the straight and narrow in the last couple years, but I know she's been getting antsy. When she sees a cute guy she wants to do him just like any teenage girl. Just like I do.

"I asked her about this and she told me that yes, she was going to start having sex again. It's inevitable, I suppose, especially since she'll be heading off to college in a few months. She named a couple guys that she had in mind, but I know them: One's a Beavis and the other is a Butthead. I don't want to see her satisfy her urges with the first asshole that pretends to care for her."

"I agree," I said.

"Which brings me to you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you really like her, right? I mean, you care about her."

"Yeah, of course. She's a really great girl."

"Well, she totally has the hots for you." I acted stunned. Of course, I already knew this, but it was quite a step forward for Sherry to tell me about it. I looked out the window again and saw that Anna had started to move toward the pool. The red scrap around her hips was indeed a thong. Her pert breasts jiggled a tiny bit with each step. She dove in, then surfaced in the shallow end. She stood up and slicked her golden blonde hair back, revealing her shimmering breasts, broad shoulders, and perfectly curved waist. It reminded me of last week.

"I've seen you two together," Sherry continued. I hoped to God she didn't mean that she saw us last week. "She comes on to you and I know you look, but you don't give in. You just seem to get along with her so well."

"Well I'm kinda banging her mom," I said in a false whisper, "And I really don't want to mess things up with her."

Sherry giggled. "Well, we talked and we agreed that if she was going to start having sex again, it should be with someone who respects her and will treat her right." Sherry placed a hand on my thigh and stared straight into my eyes. "Someone we can both trust. Someone who has the experience to make it fantastic."

I couldn't believe what she was implying.

"Wait, do you mean...?"

"You, Will." Sherry confirmed it. I couldn't believe my ears. My love goddess Sherry wanted me to have sex with her smokin' hot teenage daughter.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Anna and I discussed it a few nights ago."

"But you and I....We have such a great thing going. I don't want to—"

"Don't worry," Sherry interjected. "I won't let this change us. You're my guy. Just consider this a favor to Anna and me."

I looked back at Anna again. She was lifting herself out of the pool facing away, so I got an excellent view of her dripping wet butt. I wanted to take that perfect cheerleader ass in my hands and squeeze hard. I wanted to rub my face on those luscious cheeks and lick her pussy from behind.

But I hesitated. I needed to be one hundred percent certain that this was what Sherry wanted me to do, and not a trap.

"Don't you want to?" Sherry asked. "Look at that nice tight body." Anna arched her back and stuck out her butt while she squeegeed her hair. That same pose last week nearly made me cum in the pool just watching. It was having a similar effect on me now: my cock was as hard as it had ever been, standing straight up in my pants.

"Oh, I want to alright," I heartily confirmed. "I just...."

"Please, Will? I know you'll be good to her. She's on the pill and there aren't any health issues to worry about."

"And she wants to?" I asked.

"Oh, yes. Trust me, Will. She wants your ass bad!"

"Can I enjoy it? I mean, you make it sound like a job, but..."

"Of course you can enjoy it, you moron! How could you not?" Sherry gave me a playful slap. "Have a wild, incredible fuck. It'll be better for both of you that way." A mischievous grin formed on Sherry's lips. "Just don't enjoy it too much. I'm still gonna need my regular fix of Willlie's willy."

I laughed nervously as I looked back out the window. Anna was toweling herself off. She put one leg up on a patio chair to rub between her legs, then she wrapped the small towel around her waist. The ends barely connected on her left hip. She started walking toward the house, her breasts bouncing happily with each step.

"So whaddya say?" Sherry asked again, her head cocked down, looking up at me. She knew very well what I would say.

"OK, yeah," I agreed, finally allowing myself to smile.

"Thank you!" Sherry said as she collapsed into my arms for a kiss. She then went to open the door for Anna.

"Hi Mom," Anna said as she stepped inside. She made no effort to cover her naked torso.

"Hi baby. Will's here."

Anna saw me and gasped. She quickly crossed her chest with her arms. "I'm sorry, I didn't know—"

"It's OK," Sherry interrupted. "We talked. You know, about our agreement from a few days ago?"

Anna's face went from frightened to smiling in anticipation. "And what did he say?"

"He's on board."

"Really?" Anna said. She playfully and innocently squeezed her boobs and bent her head down to rest her chin on her hands.

"Hey you," I said, motioning for Anna to take my hands. She did this, releasing her still damp breasts and walking toward me. She guided my hands around her waist so that my fingertips were resting on the top of her butt cheeks. I easily dislodged the towel, reached down, and squeezed. We pressed our bodies together while we looked into each other's smiling eyes. I could feel my massive hard-on between our pelvises.

"Ooh, you're all ready to go, aren't you?" Anna said coyly. "Were you checking me out?"

"I cannot tell a lie," I said. "The view was pretty amazing."

"You kids have fun," Sherry said. "I'm going to the store for an hour. Play nice."

"Thanks Mom!" Anna said, smiling broader than I had ever seen her smile.

"Anything for my baby girl." Sherry picked up a set of keys and a purse, and headed out the back of the kitchen toward the garage. Anna was already pulling at my clothes while our lips locked together. It was a difficult combination, but I helped.

"Did you like how I did that?" she asked between kisses.

"Did what?"

"This whole thing. Mom wants us to have sex, but she still wants to date you."

"That was your idea?" I asked as my shirt came off.

"Yeah, I led her into it. The part about me wanting to have sex again was true. But I made up the part about the idiots I was going to do it with. Then I talked about how lucky she was to have a great guy like you, and how I wished I could do it with someone like you."

"And then this idea of me as a double lover came to both of you."

"You got it, stud!" Anna yanked down my pants and underwear in one motion. My engorged cock sprung free. It stood at attention.

"Oh my God," Anna said. She grabbed it immediately. "It's so big and hard!"

"All the better to fuck you with, my dear," I said. "You are truly amazing to invent and orchestrate this scheme."

"I'm full of surprises." Anna kissed me again.

"You'll be full of me pretty soon," I said as I helped her out of her thong. We were now fully naked in front of each other.

The next few minutes was a flurry of lustful kissing and groping all over each other's bodies. My hands spent most of their time alternating between her tits and her ass. Sometimes I had one hand on each, vigorously squeezing and kneading. Anna's hands stayed busy rubbing my chest, grabbing my butt, cupping my balls, and jerking me off. Anna nuzzled her face in my chest between kisses, and I got to smell her fruity-scented hair.

Before long I turned my attention toward her labia. I snuck one finger between her soft, moist and swollen pussy lips. She inhaled sharply as my fingertip moved over her clit. Allowing another finger to join the first, I continued to rub her clit up and down, then in a circle. Anna began panting and spread her legs a bit to allow me easier access. My other hand was flicking one of her nipples, but after a minute or so I wanted to put more pressure on her clit, so I let my tongue take over on her nipple and moved my other hand down to her butt.

Anna shrieked at the intense pressure I put on her clit. "Too much, baby."

"Sorry. Did that hurt?"

"No, it was just...too intense."

I took this as a sign of encouragement and continued my assault on her clit while she continued to jerk me off. She was getting more and more moist by the minute. I had her grunting in high pitches by the time I decided to move my fingers down an inch and play with her hole. I rubbed gently around the rim, causing Anna's panting to become somewhat irregular. I looked at her face and saw her intensely concentrating on the sensations I was sending through her: eyes closed, brow furrowed, mouth open, pretty little lips parting wide enough to show her front teeth.

Her legs began to quiver, so I backed her up to the couch and laid her down. She spread her legs wide, allowing me full access to her pussy. The hand that was not busy exploring down there grabbed hold of a breast and resumed flicking the nipple. After teasing the entrance to her hole for another minute, I pushed a finger in as far as it would go. She was still so tight! I had to coax her body to secrete more lubrication before I could even think about fucking her. I pushed in a second finger and began flicking them in opposite directions against the front wall of her vagina.

"Oh my GOD!!" Anna shrieked. Then more wordless shrieks as her hips started bucking. I started moving my fingers in and out of her pussy while my fingertips flicked the inside. Finally her hips became elevated and stayed there. Her head was on the couch and feet on the floor, and that was all that was holding her up. I felt her pussy clench around my fingers as she let out a single, long wail. Then her hips returned to bucking and her voice regained its rhythmic grunting as she slowly came down from her climax.

"Oh my God. Holy shit, Will."

"D'ja like that?"

Anna nodded breathlessly. After another minute to recover, she finally said, "Now are you gonna just stand there, or are you gonna fuck the daylights out of me?"

I didn't respond.

"Will?"

"Hold on, I'm thinking."

"You shithead!" I laughed and Anna yanked at my dick. It was still standing up at attention, as hard as it had ever been. Anna was slouched back on the couch with legs still spread wide and raised in the air. I was kneeling in front of her. She guided my cock toward her pussy.

Click! I thought to myself, taking a mental picture. I wanted to remember this sight: gorgeous, naked Anna, spread eagle and anxiously awaiting for my cock—now positioned at the entrance to her hole—to plunge into her depths. I grabbed both of her tits and she grabbed both of my butt cheeks, pulling me in. My cock slid into her pussy slowly, inch by tight inch. She was sufficiently lubed up by now, but halfway in I had to push harder to go the rest of the way. God, she was so tight! I saw my cock disappear entirely inside of her vagina. Her pussy lips gripped the base of my cock, just barely allowing its girth to pass through and no more. I pushed a little more and found an extra half inch to slide inside. Another shriek from Anna indicated that I had truly bottomed out. My balls pressed against her butt while her labia pressed against my pelvis. I could not possibly be deeper inside her.




The Ski Bunny Ch. 05



We both moaned with pleasure. I slowly withdrew my entire length, then slowly pushed back into her. We could both feel every inch of my cock sliding against all sides of the inside of her pussy. The incredible sensations made me want to fuck her indefinitely. I couldn't see myself ever stopping.

I repeatedly pulled out and pushed in, steadily increasing my rhythm, but staying slow.

"Will! Ugh, oh Will! Fuck me. Fuck me harder! Ugh!"

"Shhh, patience," I said in a soothing voice. She began to gyrate her hips in a much faster rhythm than I was keeping, but I stilled them with a gentle hand. She was so tight and we were both so horny that I thought I would blow my load too quickly if I just banged her hard right away. So I let my slow tempo increase very gradually. With each thrust I pulled nearly all the way out, then made sure to push hard into her, to make sure I was as deep as I could get.

Our grunts and pants echoed off the living room's vaulted ceiling. I knew at some point I wouldn't be able to hold back, and I would have to just fuck the ever living shit out of her. After a few more minutes of slow humping, that point came. My hips almost involuntarily began to buck faster and faster. Before I got too far along I withdrew, pulled Anna up, and turned her around. She knelt on the couch, holding onto the back of it, and stuck her perfect ass out to me. I moved between her legs and slowly sunk my cock back into her warm, tight pussy. I grabbed her tits and started bucking my hips. Anna matched my rhythm and fucked back. My dick was sliding in and out of her pussy much faster now. That ass that I had drooled over so much was now slapping against my pelvis while my dick disappeared into her soft, tight hole between those perfect globes.

Click! I took another mental picture.

"Oh yeah! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Anna prodded. I rammed my cock into her so quickly and so forcefully now that I only pulled out about halfway before each thrust in. The pleasurable sensation gradually increased, encouraging me to go faster. I grabbed Anna's hips to help. I was now fucking her as fast and as hard as I could. Her once separate screams now melded into one continuous wail.

The incredible sensation on my dick now flew to soaring heights as my orgasm overtook me. I lost vision but I could still hear my grunts as I continued to fuck away. All sense of touch in my entire body was now concentrated on my dick. Finally my first round of cum shot out like a cannonball. It hit Anna's pussy wall so hard that I swear I could feel it splash back. Then another shot. Then another, and another. I could feel my dick swell with each one as my hips bucked in small, irregular jerks.

I finally finished filling Anna's pussy with my cock cream, but I didn't pull out right away. I held myself fully inside her for another few minutes, kissing her neck as we regained our breaths.

* * * * * * * * * *

By the time Sherry came home, Anna had showered, we had both dressed, and we were watching TV. Anna sat just in front of me, leaning back against me with my arms wrapped around her.

"Hi there, you two," Sherry called from the kitchen.

"Hey, babe," I said.

Anna bounded up and went over to her mom. She was smiling as they spoke quietly, looking toward me occasionally. I decided to let them have their mother-daughter bonding time, so I turned back toward the television. After several minutes the girls came into the living room. Anna resumed her spot on the edge of the couch, cross-legged in front of me, and guided my hands back around her waist. She leaned her head back far enough to kiss me.

"Well, this seemed to work out pretty well, didn't it?" Sherry said. She sat down on the love seat opposite where Anna and I were cuddling. "And I think we can keep doing this—"

"Yesss!" Anna celebrated quietly.

"—but there needs to be some ground rules. Will, I really want us to be a couple. I really like you. I think about you constantly, and I want to be with you all the time. I want my future to be with you."

"Me too," I said, locking eyes with Sherry. "You're my girl, and I'm your guy."

"Aww! You guys are so cute!" Anna said.

"So you can keep this up with Anna," Sherry continued, "But when I want to be with you, I take precedence. I am your priority," Sherry commanded.

"You have dibs on me," I agreed.

"I guess that sounds fair," Anna said.

"Even if you two are getting it on..." Sherry began. "Well, I won't interrupt you if you're actually having sex, but any other time I can pull you away if I need some. You still have to be ready and able to please me, any time.

"That's pretty much the one overriding rule," she continued. "The minute that sex with Anna comes between you and me is the minute that you end it with her. I don't want any feelings of jealousy from anyone." Then, addressing Anna, "I'm sorry, baby, I know how much you like him, and I know I must sound bossy and greedy right now, but this is the only way it's going to work out for any of us. You two can be fuck buddies, but nothing more."

Anna looked at me, sighed, and said, "OK, I guess."

"Don't worry, gorgeous," I said. "We'll still have a fucking good time...literally." Anna flashed a smile. "And you'll find your prince someday. A stunner like you can't lose."

"On that note," Sherry said, "Anna I think you were going to hang out with Hailey tonight? And Will, could you be my pool boy tonight? I think there's a hole out there that needs plugging."

"Eww, Mom!"

"Maybe I could fill it with some caulk," I said smiling.

"Ugh," Anna grunted. "You guys are dorks together, you know that?"

"Yes, but he's my dork."

Sherry and I both laughed as we all stood up. I kissed Anna goodbye and she went to her room to get ready to leave. Sherry went to the kitchen to make us some drinks. I went to the pool. It was now dark out, but still warm. Sherry turned the pool lights on. Their eerie blue-green glow was all that lighted the back yard.

I wanted to go for a quick swim before Sherry joined me, but I didn't keep a swim suit at her house. It didn't take long to decide to go skinny-dipping. I'm no Matthew McConaughey, but I rock a tight butt and strong legs. Besides, I knew none of the neighbors could see the pool, so I removed all my clothing and dove in. The cool water was exhilarating, and the feeling of it gliding across my naked midsection made it seem adventurous. The artificial illumination against the black night sky only enhanced this feeling.

I swam laps for a few minutes in the short pool, but found it difficult without goggles. I came to a rest in the deep end, clinging onto the top of the pool wall. Sherry was there, ready with a Jack & Coke for me. She sipped from what appeared to be a long island iced tea. She had let her hair down: it cascaded over the tops of her shoulders. She wore a thin, amber red robe, the same short one she wore at her ski condo after our first full night of wild sex. It was barely long enough to cover her ass, especially from where I was looking. Her shapely legs teased me with hints of where they connected.

"So what did Anna tell you about me?" I asked.

"Confidential," Sherry sang. "Mother-daughter privilege."

"Oh, c'mon. She must have enjoyed it, or she wouldn't be so excited about doing it again."

"Well let's just say that we both agreed that you are a keeper."

"Well, duh," I half-joked.

"But I have some cause for concern."

"Oh?"

"She said she can't have sex with anyone else now. She's ruined for all other guys because she can't imagine enjoying it as much."

"Isn't that a good thing? For all of us?"

"For now, yes. I didn't want her to have sex with anyone else yet. But I'm hoping someday she will find the right guy."

"I'm sure she will."

"And how was my Anneliese?"

"Can I just say, Wow! For someone without much experience, she's really good!"

"That's my girl!"

"Did you teach her anything?"

"Not much. I think she learned most of it from her friends."

"Like this Hailey girl?"

"Possibly." Sherry stood up. "She will likely hear about all this. But I don't want to talk about Hailey. Or Anna."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Nothing."

And that is exactly what she was wearing under her robe. She untied it and let it drop to the pool deck. It had been ten days since we had made love, but it seemed like ten months. I gazed upon her curves as an art enthusiast appreciating one of God's finest works.

Sherry spun around a couple times as she walked to the opposite end of the pool where steps descended into the shallow end. It reminded me of our first date, when she wore a tantalizingly short, low-cut, and figure flattering red dress that got everyone's attention in the restaurant. It was the first time I had seen the full radiance of her beauty. Now I was getting an even better view.

Although not as tight as Anna's body, Sherry was still a knock-out. What thickness she did have only accentuated her curvaceousness. She was still in shape, too. The muscle tone in her calves connected seamlessly to her thighs, then to her very round hips and juicy, grabbable butt. She kept a slim waist for someone in her mid-thirties, and this accentuated the transition from her tummy to her underboob, which was fully revealed only as she lifted her hands above her head to tease her hair.

My mouth watered at the sight of her C-cup breasts, the measurements of which matched her age. They naturally sagged a bit more than Anna's, but they still remained firm and perfectly rounded. I wanted nothing more than to lay my mouth onto them and suck away. I would never tire of them.

No matter how sexy a woman's body is, it can't raise my interest if she doesn't have a pretty face. Of course Sherry never failed in this regard. My ski bunny's ski-jump nose and big blue eyes were eye candy that made me want to look at her all day. Her smile made me want to kiss her all day.

I received Sherry into the water with one arm around her back and another on her butt. She took my face in her hands, closed her eyes, and brought her lips to mine in a lovers' kiss so needy that were it not matched by my own need to devour her, it would have sucked the life out of me. Our lips writhed all over each other. They were made more slippery than usual by the water that was still dripping down my face. Heavy breathing very quickly followed.

By now, despite the cool pool water, my cock had grown to full size. It poked at her belly button and was quickly squashed between our tummies as I held her naked body tightly against my own. Both of my hands were gripping her butt cheeks now, and she soon matched me on my butt. While our tongues danced around each other, we pulled our midsections together forcefully, wishing we could simply meld together and become one.

Sherry released from me long enough to submerge herself completely in the water. She flicked the tip of my cock with her tongue a few times, but came right back up smiling. Her face shone and her eyes glistened. Her hair was matted down and slicked back on her head and neck. The phosphorescent glow of the pool lights reflected off the curves of her shiny, heaving breasts. I didn't think my cock could grow any harder, but as I looked down at her body, it did just that. She grabbed hold of it as we resumed our tight embrace and adoring kiss.

My right hand gently reached down and guided her legs apart slightly. I reached under her butt cheeks and felt for her labia from behind. Finding them, I rubbed gently. Sherry broke our kiss to sigh, but her eyes remained closed. I sensed a slick moistness that I didn't recognize. When I commented on it, she explained.

"I used some silicone lubricant before I came out here," she said, somewhat out of breath. "It's the premium brand. Won't dissolve in water. Just don't rub too hard."

"You're amazing," I said as I dove my lips back into hers.

After another moment or two, Sherry breathlessly warned, "And no sex in the pool. I don't want chlorine water getting up there."

I nodded in agreement, then took the back of her head in my hand and reconnected my lips to hers. My other hand continued to explore her slick opening, coming at it from behind. Her soft flesh was swollen with desire. I rubbed her clitoris in circles for several minutes, causing Sherry to break our kiss so that she could moan. I teased the rim of her hole just as I had done with Anna a couple hours earlier, except this time I used my thumb so I could simultaneously flick her clit with my index finger.

Sherry shrieked at the sudden double attack on her genitalia. Her sharp grunts were almost like crying, testament to the intensity of pleasure I was coaxing out of her. I moved my thumb up half an inch and wiggled it back and forth just barely past the entrance to her hole—the tightest part. After only a minute of this, Sherry's shrieks turned into outright yelling. Her hips bucked involuntarily as an orgasm raced through her body. I tried to press my thumb and index finger together, squeezing the flesh between Sherry's clit and pussy. This seemed to extend her orgasm. All her muscles clenched up, especially on her face. She buried her head into my shoulder and began to fall backwards, but I caught her.

Even through this, her hand was expertly moving up and down my cock. Her thumb and forefinger softly bumped into the edge of my extra sensitive mushroom head in a way that had me panting instantly. It was almost too much too quickly.

Sherry had wrapped her legs around my butt and had started breathing again by the time I picked her up and carried her out of the pool. I laid her down on a lounge chair and keeled over her. My cock was standing up high and proud.

Still catching her breath, Sherry implored, "Oh my God, Will. I totally want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so bad right now! Please, Will. Fuck me now!"

My stiff rod slid into her vagina with blissful friction but little resistance; She eagerly accepted me inside her. Fully surrounded and embraced by her warmth, I felt more at home inside her than any other time in my life, and more than with any other woman. I had not yet begun to undulate; I just held myself inside her in missionary position. I wanted to savor the flavor for a few minutes. Sherry tacitly agreed by wrapping her legs around my back and holding onto my butt cheeks. We locked ourselves into a kiss that lasted several minutes. I wanted to be inside her in two ways, so I darted my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue accepted my invasion, exploring around the muscular contours of mine.

I began our humping very slowly, allowing us to relish the feeling of every inch of my cock sliding against the walls of her pussy. The lubricant did its job and allowed only pleasurable friction between us. I used the entire length of my cock to slide in and out of Sherry. Having just had outstanding sex a couple hours ago, I could sense that I was going to last a long time. So I continued to move slowly. Sherry was on board, matching my unhurried rhythm with her own hip undulations.

This went on for quite a while—close to twenty minutes I estimated. Our grunts, moans, and simple words of approval continued throughout. I was proud of my unusually long stamina. Neither of us tired, either physically or emotionally. Neither of us wanted it to end. I felt a deep-seated desire to make love to Sherry forever.

But I knew that wasn't possible, especially when I finally started to feel an orgasm gathering in my balls. The growing sensation traveled up to my dick and commanded my hips to move faster. I did so only moderately. I wanted to see how long I could make an orgasm last. It amplified almost to its glorious maximum, at which point I nearly stopped moving inside Sherry. I made several quick micro-movements, spaced just far enough to keep the orgasm at fever pitch. The world around me disappeared as I focused on riding my orgasm as high and as long as I could. Blurs of colors splashed through my vision, and random thoughts floated through my consciousness. I was in heaven. Sherry could sense what I was doing and smiled back at me.

"Oh, yeah. Ride it, baby. Keep it going," Sherry encouraged.

"FUCK it feels good!" I exclaimed.

Finally, I knew I could hold it no more. I lost control and began pumping my cock in extremely short and fast plunges. Sherry cheered me on.

"Oh yeah, cum in me, baby! Cum inside me!"

Then she let out a long moan that trembled under the riveting force of my hips pounding so quickly against her tummy. I thought my head was going to explode as I began ejaculating deep inside of Sherry. I could feel stream after stream of semen racing through my dick and out the tip, landing forcefully at the end of Sherry's love tunnel.

The final involuntary pump of my dick pushed out the last drop of semen, and my extended orgasm subsided. I began to pull away from Sherry, but she quickly pulled me back.

"No," she said with pleading eyes. "Stay inside me."

I acquiesced and kissed her gently. I picked Sherry up again, which was more difficult this time. I turned us around 180 degrees and laid back on the lounge chair so she could be on top. She could now determine how long I would stay inside her.

Apparently, she had determined that this would be until I got hard again. Despite how powerful my orgasm was, Sherry's request was so erotic that my dick only lost about half its stiffness. The tip hurt a bit with any movement, so I made sure our hips remained motionless for a while. She lay on top of me for several minutes with her head nuzzled in the space between my head and shoulder. Occasionally she would lift it for a kiss. I massaged her back, first very lightly by giving her the "feelies." Then I scratched them away. Finally I kneaded her shoulder muscles, working my way down to her butt.

I did this three times, after which Sherry sat up and I could once again appreciate her exemplary feminine form. I ran my hands up and down her side curves, then played with her breasts for several minutes. Sherry cooed in approval. Before long, my dick began its journey back to being completely hard again. I played with a nipple and her clit as my cock gradually expanded in her dripping wet pussy. Her rapid panting let me know that I was hitting the mark.

Sherry closed her eyes, arched her back, and thrust her breasts out into the night air. Seeing this, plus knowing how much pleasure I was bringing her, made me horny all over again, and my dick reached its maximum size and stiffness.

Sherry felt this and began to slowly and minutely move her hips up and down on my shaft. It didn't hurt so much anymore, so I matched her rhythm and started to speed it up. Our movements became progressively faster and longer until we were all-out fucking. Out skin slapped together as I pounded furiously into her. Sherry yelped with both sexual yearning and satisfaction. I sat up and hugged her. We grunted as we tried to continue our pelvic slug-fest. I buried my face into her large, soft tits as I fucked her pussy with all the strength my abs could muster.

Without withdrawing, I picked Sherry up again. Her legs found their usual position around my waist, and I carried her down the steps into the pool. I grabbed a hanging towel on my way. As our hips submerged, Sherry protested.

"Wait, I said no sex underwater."

"Don't worry," I said. "I want to try something. Just don't move and it'll be alright."

I draped the towel over the edge of the pool so that it hung down into the water. Still holding Sherry, with her legs still wrapped around my butt, I moved her back against the cushioned wall for support. Sherry's weight made sure I was as deep in her as I could possibly be. But I didn't move inside her at all. I didn't undulate. Instead, I flexed my sphincter, causing my cock to temporarily bulge outward in her pussy. I did this a number of times, and at first Sherry thought I was cumming again.




The Ski Bunny Ch. 05



"Not yet," I said. "I'm in control here." I continued to flex, causing several short swells in the girth of my dick. Each was accompanied by one of Sherry's soft, high-pitched moans. Soon she responded to my micro-movements by flexing her pussy muscles. She knew it was my favorite move of hers. With this new way of humping without moving, we kept our pelvises in tight contact. Her pussy lips maintained a tight seal around the base of my cock, through which no pool water seeped through. We found a rhythm. First we alternated for a few minutes, my dick pulses followed by her squeezes. Then we began to pulse and squeeze simultaneously.

Sherry and I tried to kiss through this, but our gasps and moans often forced our lips to separate.

"Oh, Will! Oh, baby, this is so good!" she cried out. "You're amazing!"

A unique sensation began to manifest itself. It was similar to the beginnings of an orgasm, but seemed to emanate from deeper within my dick, as if nerves that were buried further away from the surface of my cock were now being stimulated by the lateral pressure. It felt incredibly good, but it was different enough that I didn't know exactly what was going to happen. All I knew was that the sensation was slowly increasing. Not wanting to risk cumming in Sherry while our bodies were still underwater, I grabbed hold of her tightly and walked out of the pool. I stayed inside her as I laid her back down on the lawn chair.

I continued to pulse my cock, and she continued to squeeze in rhythm. But now I added small undulations. They were just enough to stimulate the nerves on the surface of my dick and those on the flesh of Sherry's pussy. She began to wail, and I couldn't help but grunt and tell in drunken words the effect all of this was having on me.

"Ah, Gah. Ahmygah. Ah, yea. Fuuhhh...."

Sherry came, and came hard. Her screams ebbed and flowed with each wave of her soaring orgasm. Her pussy clenched my dick tighter and didn't let up, almost forcing me out. But that just made me pound into her even harder.

I didn't even try to extend this orgasm. I just yelled as it knocked the wind out of me. The sensations caused by our double attacks on each other led to an overflow of sensory input. My consciousness transcended the physical world, and my mind exploded with a flurry of chemical reactions and tiny explosions that nearly paralyzed me. Whatever semen I had left in my balls was shot out this tip of my dick at high speed, joining the gob that was already in Sherry's vagina.

As we struggled to catch our breaths and regain consciousness, I reviewed the events of the night and was astonished at my stamina. I had fucked a teenage goddess, and then made long, passionate love to her hot mother twice, all in the same night. I had deposited my sperm inside both women and completely emptied my balls. I estimated that my dick had been inside Sherry continuously for the greater part of an hour. Never before had I put on such a virile performance.

I fell asleep later that night in Sherry's bedroom. She rested her head comfortably on my chest. My dick itched a bit from all the action it had seen, but I didn't care. I was feeling more deeply satisfied than I had ever felt. I had my woman in my arms, and all seemed right with the world.



The Ski Bunny Ch. 06



"Is it awkward?" I asked.

She looked at me with the bright blue eyes that I fell for right after I fell on her at the ski resort. She enjoyed a sip of sauvignon blanc without breaking her gaze.

"Awkward?" Her lips, perfectly covered in scarlet smudge-proof lipstick, effortlessly formed the word. Even having just finished a four-course dinner, they were nearly flawless.

"This sex triangle we have. You and your daughter sharing me."

Anna wasn't just her daughter. They were almost best friends. It had been nearly five weeks since Anna and I first had sex with Sherry's knowledge and consent. Since then I had been living the dream, sleeping with both women regularly, sometimes doing both of them in the same day. A few times I slept with Sherry at night, then after she went to work early the next morning, I did Anna in the shower before heading out.

Three nights ago, Sherry had walked in on Anna and me in the throes of sex on her living room couch. Anna was sitting up on me, cowgirl style. My cock was fully erect and fully implanted in her gloriously tight and clean-shaven pussy. I grabbed her thin waist as she bobbed up and down on me. Her large tits bounced in a rhythm that matched her torso.

I heard the door to the garage open from the far end of the kitchen behind me. I knew it was Sherry. Anna must have seen her, but she didn't stop. She was trying for her third orgasm of the afternoon and couldn't be interrupted.

"Hi Mom," she spat out between breaths without skipping a beat.

"Anna, what are you doing?" Sherry sang. I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Having sex with Will."

"Hi babe." I waved a hand above the couch. "I'm humping your daughter's brains out." My hands then went to squeeze her bouncing tits.

"How is it?" Sherry asked, unfazed.

"Fucking incredible!" "Ohmygod, sooo good!" we answered simultaneously.

"Well, don't let me interrupt."

I began to gyrate my hips. At the same time, I placed a thumb on Anna's clit and began to rub it. She immediately shrieked. "Oh my God!" Then she shrieked again. After a third yelp, rhythmic moaning took over.

"He's good, isn't he?" Sherry commented from the kitchen. Anna was too blissed to respond. I asked myself why I wasn't embarrassed or uncomfortable to have my lover watching her teenage daughter have sex with me. But I didn't dwell on it too long. I was enjoying Anna's body way too much to worry about it.

After a minute more Anna finally said, "Watch this," and leaned over me so that her creamy white tits were right in my face. I began to suck on one of them, using my tongue to play with the erect nipple. We began to gyrate our hips faster and faster. My long, slick rod was plunging into her depths more and more furiously. Her moaning indicated a significant increase in the sensations she was feeling.

I felt such an increase as well. Suddenly Anna surprised me by squeezing her pussy around my dick in much the same way her mother had perfected. As if her pussy wasn't tight enough on its own, this new skill took fucking Anna to a whole new level. I could feel the inevitable ascent to orgasm accelerate. I initially thought that I could still stop and change positions to prolong it, but I thought Aw, fuck it, and decided to just let it come.

And did it ever come. Anna and I were banging our pelvises together so fast and hard that the slapping echoed off the far walls of the kitchen. She squeezed her pussy around my dick again, and that was all she had to do; My orgasm accelerated past the point of no return.

The intensity of sexual pleasure soared through me as I pushed myself hard and deep into Anna. I grunted repeatedly. She was nearly screaming as I ejaculated. Stream after stream of my cum shot out my dick and into her pussy. I grabbed her ass as more and more cum came out, each spurt accompanied by the most heavenly sensation. We gyrated and milked it for everything it was worth. We were only half conscious when we slowly came down from our highs.

Anna was still hunched over me when I heard Sherry speak up. "Ahh, the lovely transfer of semen from one body to the next. Nice job you two."

Nether Anna nor I said anything right away. We were left speechless and breathless by the remarkable climax.

Three days later I was out with Sherry on our formal date that we had been planning for two weeks. She glanced down at her nearly empty dinner plate. Her long eyelashes were like the tassels of a curtain closing on her lightly brushed eyelids. When the curtain raised, the glimmer in her eye matched the glint of chandelier light that reflected in her dangly metallic earrings. My lady held onto her beauty like the blooms of an amaranth.

"Is it awkward?" I repeated.

Sherry took another sip of her wine. "There are so many situations that can make someone feel uncomfortable. Jealous. Snubbed. Angry. But I believe that sometimes we can choose how we think about them."

"Human nature is what it is," I said as I finished the last bite of my salmon tilapia. "It's not always easy to choose."

"True," she replied as she leaned forward a bit. I glanced at her chest for the 30th time that night. The top of her black dress wrapped around the back of her neck and barely concealed enough of her breasts to be considered appropriate for this restaurant. "But it's always better if you can. If you make up your mind...." She paused. "If you are determined to approach a sticky situation with a mindset that will result in the best possible outcome, that is exactly what will happen.

I nodded, figuring that my little optimist was going to have a great response when I pressed her again: "So how are you choosing to think about the three of us?"

She didn't answer right away. She just stared back at me. I was transfixed by her beauty. Sherry had pinned her hair up, but allowed a thin lock on either side of her temples to fall, framing her face with an elegant blonde luster. Finally, she broke her gaze and sat up straight.

"My friend Molly has an eleven-year-old boy who has been involved with Little League baseball for a couple years," she began. "The kid has become quite the star pitcher, and the coach said he sees big things happening for him in the years to come: Little League world series, college scholarship, maybe even the majors someday. Who knows? But toward the end of last season, he only went to baseball practice about half the time. The other days he was at soccer practice. Molly says her son likes soccer just as much, even though he isn't as talented at it. She was afraid that the baseball coach could become upset and demand full commitment to his sport."

"But he didn't?"

"The coach is very good—as a baseball coach and as a person. His philosophy is that he is not just coaching a baseball player. He is coaching the whole child. He chose to accept Molly and her son's decision gracefully. He understood that playing soccer made the boy just as happy as playing baseball, and he wants what was in the boy's best interests."

"But if he could earn a baseball scholarship, isn't that in his best interests?"

"Someday it probably will be. But for now, he's only eleven. The coach knows that he can spend a couple years trying out different things, finding what he enjoys doing, and have the experience of a well-rounded childhood without having to become too serious too soon. Then if he comes back to baseball as his primary sport, he can pour himself into it wholeheartedly. If it's the boy's choice, he will enjoy it more and get even better at it. But if he's forced into it too much, he will hate it and might quit altogether."

Sherry stopped speaking and waited for my response, but I didn't know what she was getting at.

"OK, makes sense," I said. "Good for Molly and her son. And the coach. But unless you want to get kinky in the bedroom, you and I aren't playing baseball or soccer."

Sherry sat back, and sighed. "Don't you see how this relates to us?" she said.

I felt like a typical male: thick-headed. "I'm sorry," was all I could say. Sherry reached across the table and took my hands in hers.

"Will, I've never felt this way about anyone else. Every time I see you...every time I know I'm going to see you, I get a rush of adrenaline, and I swear I can fly. It's more than just sex, although I admit that that is really, really good! You make me so happy, and I want you to be happy, and I want Anna to be happy."

"So do I," I said, squeezing her hands.

"And if that means we share you for a summer, that you don't commit yourself exclusively to me yet while you experience things that make you happy, then I'm all for it. I'm watching you go through your summer of love, and it's like you have a permanent smile. Your energy infuses everyone around you, especially me. Anna will go away to college in a couple months and then it will be just you and me."

I thought about it for a moment. "So you're willing to wait for me to get it out of my system, after which, if it's mean to be, we're with each other exclusively."

Sherry smiled and nodded. "See, you're not so dumb."

I chuckled. "Wow." I had counted my blessings to myself numerous times in the last couple months, but this time I had to say it out loud. "How did I get so lucky? You are the perfect woman."

Sherry beamed. I motioned for her to lean over the table. I met her halfway and we kissed slowly and passionately. Her eyes stayed shut well after our lips separated.

After we both sat back, Sherry reminded me, "Just remember the terms of our agreement, loverboy. I always come first."

"As you wish, m'lady."

And with that, my summer was set. I absolutely loved having sex with Anna. Just the thought of it made me get hard instantly. But I knew that this arrangement couldn't last forever, and even though I knew I would miss it when it ended in just a couple months, I was actually looking forward to having an exclusive relationship with Sherry. My feelings for her had only increased since the first time I humped her daughter. The long-term implications of this were not lost on me. I had not yet used the L-word to describe how I felt toward Sherry, not even to myself. I had avoided even thinking it so far. But I knew the possibility was there.

As compatible as we were in the bedroom, we had grown closer outside as well. We had become each other's motivator-in-chief for staying in shape. We bought memberships at a health club halfway between our houses. If one of us felt like flaking out on a self-assigned workout day, the other played the part of the personal trainer. All the men at the club appreciated Sherry's presence, as she normally wore little more than a sports bra and a pair of skin-tight yoga shorts. The lap pool offered more temptation: Even in a one-piece, she was eye candy.

In good weather we would run or bike a few miles on a trail near Sherry's neck of the woods. We even went back country camping at a state park a couple hours outside of the city. A tent may not be the most comfortable place to have sex, but it certainly was exciting. We didn't even squelch our noisemaking.

Our dates kept us active in the downtown scene. We went to concerts, plays, soccer games, baseball games, art festivals, and an air show. We even found ourselves in the middle of a gay pride block party a few weeks ago and befriended some of the hippest party people in the metro. I went with her to see her nephew in a swim meet, and she came with me for clothes shopping. I usually hate that, but she made it fun, and now my wardrobe is notably better because of her advice.

On separate occasions we found ourselves running through a fountain fully clothed, infiltrating the club lounge of the local five-star hotel by pretending we were guests, and driving through the theater district with windows down, belting out every lyric to "Ice Ice Baby". There was even an ill-conceived attempt to imitate the song "Escape" by making love at midnight in the rain with piña coladas, but we ended up running from a security guard while caked in mud and with a cut on my hand from a broken glass. We laughed so hard I thought I was going to vomit. I was never bored with Sherry. Her smile was captivating, and I became addicted to her touch.

Tonight was no exception. After resolving any uneasiness from our love triangle, Sherry and I flirted with each other the rest of the night, playing footsie under the table and inserting sexual innuendo into our conversation. She revealed her lack of panties, and even flashed me a boob when she thought nobody was looking. After dinner we went to a local dance club that was known to cater to the 30-something crowd. The men gawked at Sherry, and she said she noticed a few female eyes turned on me. Neither of us worried. We drank and danced until we could no longer wait to rip each other's clothes off.

I drove her back to my place, we ran to the bedroom, and our clothes were off instantly. With absolutely no foreplay, I got on top of her in missionary position, and before she could say "Fuck me!" three times, I inserted my dick into her eager pussy and immediately started pounding away at break-neck speed. The sound of our grunts filled the room right from the start. We were both as horny as we had ever been, and we were both satisfying our lust with a high-speed fuck. No other positions were necessary. We just fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked.

Sherry grabbed my ass as I kissed her between bouts of heavy breathing. I was so energized that I felt like I could go on like this indefinitely. But after a mere three or four minutes, I felt my troops amassing in my balls. They were getting ready to be launched into Sherry's abyss. It was a heavenly feeling, and it just kept intensifying. I didn't slow down, and neither did Sherry. I drove as deeply into her as I could, making micro-thrusts as cum gushed out of my cock. My orgasms are particularly debilitating, and this one was no exception. I grunted through it without being aware of anything else in the room. When it finally ended, I collapsed on top of Sherry, and it took a minute or so for me to remember where I was.

That was our initial quick fuck. I didn't even pull out, and after laying in each other's arms for fifteen minutes, we started to make love. We both went more slowly this time. Sherry climaxed twice, and I lasted much longer. Hours later, when sunlight streamed between the blinds and onto the bed, we woke up and made love again before falling asleep for another few hours. When we finally got up for breakfast, I was all but ready to tell Sherry that I was in love with her.

* * * * * * * * * *

Two of my closest friends had noticed a change in me after I got back from my ski trip. They knew it was a woman, and after a few weeks of dating Sherry, I introduced her to them. They were duly impressed. Sherry often came with me to hang out with them. She didn't shy away from yelling at the refs when we watched a game on TV or even in person, which impressed my friends even more.

But they didn't know about Anna. I was cautious at first, and as the weeks went by, they pushed me for more details about why I was cancelling so much time with them. So I finally told them. Naturally, they didn't believe me at first, and we never brought it up around Sherry. But they had faith after I showed them a sexually charged text message that Anna had sent, complete with a picture of her in a skimpy outfit. After that I became their god, much like the frat boys on the ski lift just three months ago.

Summer was in full swing, and I found myself refusing my friends' invitation to see our local MLB team blow another game so that I could hang out with Sherry and/or Anna at their house. They understood, but warned me not to overdo it. I took their cautions to heart and wondered, as I pulled into Sherry's driveway, if I should have just gone to the game.

Nobody answered the door, but it was unlocked so I let myself in. My calls for "Anybody home?" went unanswered. The pool looked inviting, so I stripped down naked—knowing none of Sherry's neighbors could see her pool—and dove in. I wanted to swim a few laps, but the water was too hot for exercise, so I relaxed back against a wall until I heard voices inside the house. I swam to the wall closest to the house and pressed my body against it. Anna emerged from the house with a beautiful brunette who looked to be her same age and height.

"Hi Will! Getting' in a swim?" Anna said cheerily.

"Yeah, but it's a little too warm for a workout."

"So you brought your suit?" What a tease. She knew the chances of me having anything on were very slim.

"Who's your friend?" I asked, dodging her trap. Anna pulled Hailey closer to the pool, and I braced myself tighter against the wall.

"This is Hailey. Hailey: Will."

"Hi Hailey."

Hailey responded only with a quick hand wave and a sheepish grin. The tips of her long brown hair swayed in the slight breeze. Her skin was a shade darker than Anna's. She had a thin, athletic build like Anna, which was shown off best by a tight pair of pink volleyball shorts. I couldn't see her butt, but the shorts clung to her hips and upper thighs, emphasizing her muscle tone. I took advantage of my vantage point from below to see a slight camel toe at her crotch.

"Are you a cheerleader, too?" I asked.

"No, I play volleyball. Well, I mean I played volleyball. Past tense."

"Aww give yourself some credit," Anna said. "You know you're gonna make your college team. Will, she has the second highest number of ace serves in our school history."

"Not bad!" I said.

Hailey had all the right curves. They gracefully traced a line of classic beauty and sex appeal all the way down her lithe body. Her face was beautiful too. More rounded than Anna and Sherry, her dimples belied her age of what I assumed to be 18, and made hers the cutest face I had seen since I was in college. Black eyeliner emphasized her bright green eyes, a product of colored contact lenses, I assumed. Her upper lip curved up to reveal perfect front teeth, and both lips subtly curved up at the ends, leaving her with a perpetual Mona Lisa smile.

Her low-cut tank top stretched tight over what I estimated to be B-cup breasts. Anyone who appreciates the female form as I do knows that a woman need not have huge breasts to be sexy. Hailey's were a nice size, to be sure, but more than that they seemed perfectly rounded. The curves of her cleavage shone in the midday sunlight and complimented the rest of her body's curves. Her nipples poked at the tight fabric, making tiny tents just under the hemline.

"We're gonna order a pizza and hang out here for a while," Anna said. "You in?"

"Sure," I replied.

She threw me a towel which I caught just before it hit the water, and I used this to exit the pool without revealing my complete nakedness to Hailey. She made no secret of looking at the rest of me. The girls mixed themselves a pitcher of lemonade, tea, and vodka, which they called a John Daly. Anna threw me a beer, and we sat by the pool and chatted.

The girls talked about college: the promises, the unknowns, and all they hoped it would be. I told them a few stories of my own experiences, but kept them rated PG-13. They begged me for some R-rated stories, which I would have told Anna, but I was too hesitant to do that in front of someone I had just met.

Hailey was certainly very attractive, but it was slightly mitigated by her nervousness. She fidgeted with her hands and laughed anxiously. She had no trouble contributing to the conversation, but there was a hint of coyness to her. I knew that Anna had probably told her about our relationship as fuck buddies. Anna probably thought that, as her best friend, Hailey would be comfortable meeting me.

The pizza came and it was quickly consumed. I drank a couple more beers, then tried the girls' drink which was actually quite refreshing. Hailey became more relaxed as the evening went on, opening up a bit about her high school life and volleyball career. I had gotten a few glances of her butt, and it was indeed everything I had hoped: The extra short, sheer shorts showed off a tight and muscular butt that was still round enough to want to grab hard. And that completed the package. It was official: I was hot for Hailey!




The Ski Bunny Ch. 06



The sun had gone down by the time Sherry came home. She greeted us, complained about the extra hours she had to put in, then happily joined our conversation. I noticed Hailey glancing between Sherry and me. She was studying how we behaved toward each other. My wildest hopes played out in my mind: She was figuring out a way to get into our little sex club. Even though I regarded that as a mere fantasy, I did notice that Hailey seemed to be paying me a lot of attention. I often caught her staring at me. She even got up the courage to flirtatiously touch me a few times, first on the arm, then on the leg.

Sherry whispered something to Anna, after which Anna said that she and Hailey would be going to a small gathering at their friend's house. They got up to leave and it was clear to me that Sherry had played her trump card and claimed me for herself that night. I had no objection.

I slept with Sherry that night, but not before we "christened" the guest bedroom. Later that night I woke up to use the bathroom. When I got back into bed, I spooned with Sherry and quickly discovered that she was ready to go again, and again I had no objection. I entered her from behind, and before long we were making a fair amount of noise. Then we heard some commotion in the kitchen: Anna and Hailey had returned. Without stopping, we strained ourselves to be quiet. It was difficult when we climaxed. I cupped a hand over Sherry's mouth and buried my face in her shoulder blades, nearly breaking the skin with my teeth.

The next few nights I didn't see or hear from Anna or Hailey, except in fantasy. Laying in bed alone, I found myself fantasizing about sex with Sherry, then sex with Anna, then sex with Hailey. That last one made me feel guilty, but the hardness of my dick meant that I couldn't deny my lust for this newly discovered vixen. Her initial shyness made me want to get to know her, then her light touches made me want to grab her and explore every part of her tight body. I knew, as I lay there, that I could easily whack off to thoughts of fucking Hailey, but I decided to save it.

The next time I saw Anna she was alone at her house. "Where's Hailey?" I asked her.

"At home, I guess. She said she had a good time the other night."

"So did I."

"Do you like her?"

"You mean, do I like her, like her?" I joked. "Can you pass her a note in social studies class?"

Anna laughed, ever the cutsie flirt. "No, seriously. What do you think about her?"

"She's nice. Very pretty girl."

 "Do you think she's hot?"

"Well, yeah...I mean, she certainly has some qualities that...." I tried to dance around the subject. "Y'know, she was wearing those volleyball shorts and...." Anna smirked looked at me askance. I finally gave in. "Aw, hell. She's fucking hot, and you know it! She's beautiful and I just want to eat that ass of hers!"

 Anna laughed and nodded. "She gets that a lot. Maybe not those exact words, but she did have her own little cheering section at volleyball games."

"I can see why. So what's her situation? Does she have a boyfriend?"

"Not currently, no. Hailey has had some trouble with guys lately. She has slept with a couple that were really nice, but not really her type. In fact, she's been left really frustrated with high school guys who don't really know what they're doing. Her latest was a three-pump chump who was in and out in less than 30 seconds. Got up and left her totally frustrated."

"The female equivalent of blue balls, eh?"

"Blue ovaries?" Anna joked. I laughed. "She told me she's looking forward to meeting some older college men, maybe even some grad students."

"Get some TA dick, eh?"

"Yeah, maybe," Anna chuckled. "Anyway, she was thinking about getting herself a vibrator until I told her about you."

"How much did you tell her?" I asked.

"Mmmm, pretty much everything. How great you are in bed, how long you last, how you always make sure I'm satisfied at least once. She was totally turned on by it. She asked about all the positions we've tried. She got this glazed-over look on her face and started licking her lips. She really wanted to meet you."

"And now that she has...?"

"She totally wants to fuck you. Bad. She's totally smitten with you. She asked if I would mind sharing you, just once for starters. She practically begged me."

"Wow," I said, smiling off into the distance. My self-confidence was soaring to new heights. I was dating a deliciously hot but real babe who I had a deep connection with, plus I was openly banging her outrageously hot daughter. And now another barely legal beauty wanted me to shag her. I started wondering how far this would go. How many women could I bang in this championship run?

"So?" Anna said. "Do you like her? Will you fuck her?"

"Seriously? You want me to?"

"Yes. I've decided I'm OK with it. She's my best friend and I want her to know the same pleasure I've felt in the past few weeks. You're amazing, Will. How could I not want to share you with my bestie? I think there's enough of you to go around." Anna stood up and kissed me. "So will you?" she nearly whispered.

"What about birth control? And is she legal? And, y'know, clean?"

"You don't have to worry about any of those things," Anna assured, then kissed me again. "All yeses."

"Umm, OK," I agreed, smiling broadly. I was still shocked at my good fortune. "But I should ask your mother first."

"No," Anna said sternly. "I know that sounds crazy, considering the arrangement we have, and I know you and Mom have something special going on. You guys are falling in love with each other." That was the first time I had heard anyone use that word to describe us. Hearing it made the possibility seem even more real. "And that's why I think we shouldn't tell her about this. At least not yet. I don't want to see your relationship with Mom derailed."

"Then why are you telling me to sleep with your friend behind your mother's back?"

"Believe me, I thought about it a lot. She might say no, enough is enough. But I really want Hailey to experience how great sex can be. She means a lot to me, and it's hard to know that I'm getting something so good while she's not. I know you can give her this incredible gift that she wants so badly. And I know you want her. I saw the way you looked at her."

I glanced away, knowing I couldn't plausibly deny it. Pieces of last night's fantasy floated through my mind. My dick was already rock hard from all the talk of having sex with her.

"Don't worry," Anna said. "I don't plan to hide it from Mom forever. I'll come up with a way to make it work."

"How are you going to do that? You would have to turn a cover-up into approval."

"Let me handle it. Remember, I'm the one that arranged our current system."

I decided to trust Anna, knowing full well that her plan could backfire horribly and leave me at odds with Sherry. But I was so hot for Hailey, and the idea that she wanted me was just too much to ignore. Being a single heterosexual male, I had to try it.

Anna called me the next day. Hailey is excited but really nervous, she told me. "Would it be OK if I am in the room when she has her first time with you?"

"Are you requesting a three-way?" I asked Anna.

"Well it'll just be the two of you doing it, and I'll just be there to make her more comfortable. Like a wingman." Pause. "But you never know what might end up happening."

My head nearly exploded. Just the thought of a ménage à trois with these two eighteen-year-old hotties made me instantly hard. We arranged for the girls to come to my place the next Thursday evening. I was so horny the rest of that day that I raced over to Sherry's house that night and made love to her. I climaxed rather quickly, so we did it two more times. Sherry was pleasantly surprised.

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After what seemed like a month, Thursday finally arrived. The work day couldn't have passed more slowly, especially since this was the due date for quarterly audits of everyone in my department. It was maddening. Forms weren't being filled out correctly, bosses weren't communicating with me, and I myself wasn't working very efficiently since all I could think about were the detailed possibilities for what might happen that night. I discovered how many times in an average day I leave my desk, because my raging hard-on forced me to stay seated several times as I was about to stand up.

One of these occurred shortly after I texted Anna to say that I would be getting home a couple hours late. "Go ahead and eat dinner," I recommended. "I'll eat at work."

She replied moments later. ":( Plenty for you to eat here."

It was accompanied by a picture of a naked behind. I assumed it was Hailey's, since the skin was a bit darker and the muscles a bit tighter than Anna's. Her legs were spread enough to show off her pussy lips dangling just beneath the lowest reaches of her butt crack. The caption: "Hurry home. Hailey is an eager beaver."

My cock went from zero to 100 so quickly that it pulled rather painfully on my pubic hairs. An hour later, after an impromptu department meeting (God, I hate those) I saw that Anna had sent me another text: "Home from work. Sunbathing nude in back yard. Let us know when to cum over." It was accompanied by a picture of Anna's naked torso in front of her bathroom mirror. I could see both sides of her swimsuit-model, cheerleader-strong body.

I was so horny that I actually contemplated going to the restroom and whacking off in an empty stall. It certainly wouldn't take long. But I decided against it. Even if I could get to the restroom without a coworker seeing the tent in my pants, knowing me, I probably couldn't keep quiet enough when I climaxed. So I just had to sit in agony and wait. My two closest friends called and wanted me to come out with them after work for dollar pitcher night at a nearby watering hole. I had to deny them.

"Trust me, guys. This is one opportunity I absolutely cannot miss."

"Why? Are you doing Sherry and Anna together?"

"Well, you're half right."

They begged me for details, but I told them that I would fill them in later.

I finally left work at about 7:30 and raced home. A small bolt of adrenaline shot through me as I noticed Anna's car parked by my house. The windows were down and music was playing. She and Hailey waved to me as I passed and turned into my driveway. The girls followed me into the garage, each wearing a bikini top and a drawstring bag. Hailey's top had a floral pattern that complimented the perfect curves of her chest. She also wore another pair of volleyball shorts—this time in royal blue—that were so tight they could easily be mistaken for body paint. They accentuated her muscular ass cheeks so much that it made my already hard cock jump. I felt an overwhelming urge to grab her butt, ram my dick in her pussy, and just hump her, hump her, HUMP HER!

Instead, we greeted each other with an awkward shoulder hug. Anna was more forward, leaping up and giving me a full-body bear hug. I caught her as she wrapped her legs around me. She pressed her lips onto my lips nearly as hard as she pressed her body onto my body. I held her by her ass, barely covered by a loose but thin pair of workout shorts, and I could feel her tits against my chest.

"Hey, stud!" she said in response to feeling the hard lump in my crotch. She gave it a playful squeeze. "Someone's ready to play, huh?"

"He's been ready half the day," I said.

We were practically tearing each other's clothes off before we got inside the house. Failing to make it to my bedroom, we pawed at each other in the living room. My living room opens up to the back yard by way of a large picture window and a sliding glass door, making it brightly lit with soft, indirect sunlight. Nobody lives behind me, and no line of sight exists to my neighbors' houses, so I left the blinds open. We got down to our underwear plus Anna's bikini top when I glanced over at Hailey. She was nervously sitting on the edge of the recliner, hands under her thighs, staring intently at Anna and me. Her chest heaved under her bikini top, so I knew she was excited with anticipation.

I stretched out an arm to her, inviting her into our little circle of love. She accepted, gracefully slinking into my arm. Our lips met in a cautious kiss of exploration, then a more fervent making out. But Anna refused to be left out, so her lips joined ours from the side. Before I knew it, I was locked in a three-way kiss with these two teenage hotties. It didn't take much for me to imagine that Anna and Hailey must have kissed each other in an earlier, explorative session. They seemed quite comfortable doing it now, with me included. Anna's blonde hair mixed with Hailey's brown locks as it slid chaotically across my face.

Anna had learned from her mother that I dig front-clasp bras, and so her bikini top was of that very style. I gently grabbed her tits and pushed them together, then moved one slightly higher than the other. The clasp easily released. I removed my lips from the three-way kiss and licked the curvy space between Anna's perfect C-cup breasts. A slight moan escaped her mouth, even though it was still locked on Hailey's. I teased her cleavage for another minute before letting go of Anna's chest, allowing the padded bikini cups to fall to the side and revealing a her pert mounds. Can I say again how much I love Anna's tits? They never ceased to amaze and excite me. Anna deftly wiggled out of her top as I became a ravenous tit-monger, kneading and sucking for all it was worth. Anna had to pull away from Hailey's lips to begin panting. I couldn't get enough of her soft mammary flesh.

I adored them this way for several minutes before Hailey got impatient and pulled me up. I ran my fingers down her elegant side curves. She looked nervous but excited again, like she wanted me to ravage her, but at the same time was hesitant to let me do so. I reached around her back to untie her top, but she brought her hands up to her chest, as if to say she wasn't ready for me to see her tits yet. I let her keep her hands there, turned her around, untied the knot, and ran my fingers gently over her shoulders. I pressed my thumbs into her upper back, massaging, rubbing, soothing. I let my fingers slink through her soft brown hair, each one tracing the outline of her scalp. Hailey closed her eyes and rolled her head slightly, sighing with a release of tension.

After a few minutes of enjoying the massage, Hailey relaxed and guided my hands toward her chest. We brushed away her bikini triangles in the process so that I was now cupping her perfectly curved breasts. Despite being smaller than Anna's they were no less sexy, and they still felt heavy in my hands. Hailey threw her head back onto my shoulder, eyes closed, as I leaned over her and massaged her breasts. Her hair fell slightly over my face, and I inhaled the sweet scent of her shampoo. Our lips met and we kissed hungrily.

Hailey pressed her butt into my groin. She hummed an approving "Mmmm!" as she felt the hardness of my cock. My hands explored all over the front side of her body. Finally, she turned around and let me see what I had been feeling. Her breasts were wide compared to how far out they protruded. They supported themselves with almost no sag. Her erect nipples were small cones, like two tiny volcanoes rising up seamlessly from her areolae. Wasting no time, I dove in and replicated the oral and manual assault I had waged minutes ago on Anna's chest. Hailey giggled, then encouraged me with gasps, moans, and fingers running through my hair.

As much as I was enjoying Hailey, I knew I was neglecting Anna, and she made me aware of this when she pulled us apart. In one hand was a small video camera with "HD 1080p" written on the side and the screen already pulled out. She handed it to Hailey, saying, "Here. Film us."

Hailey took the camera, and we both stared at Anna. This was not part of the plan. I knew the implications of having our fuck-fest recorded. It could easily end up online someday for anyone to see. Hailey seemed to be concerned as well, even though she would not be featured in it.

"Hey, don't worry, lover," Anna said to me in a soothing tone. She wrapped her arms around my waist. "This will just be for us. Nobody else will ever see it."

"How can I be sure?" I asked.

"I have more to lose if this thing got out than you do. Besides, it would hurt my mom too, and it would all but kill your chances with her. You know I don't want that. And I trust you because you don't want that."

"But I'm supposed to do Hailey tonight."

"Shhh...You'll get your time with her." She kissed me slowly, then looked me in the eyes, closely and intently. "This will be just for us," she continued, "and we can watch it any time we want." She kissed me again, and I relented, kissing back. Our lips didn't separate as I grabbed Anna around her waist. I saw her stick her hand out toward Hailey and twirl her finger in the air, silently telling her to roll camera. Hailey pointed the camera at us from the side, stared at the screen, and the red recording light came on.

Naturally, the camera made me a bit nervous and self-conscious. As the free-love session went on, however, I came to realize that this would actually help me: I entered this 3-way so excited that I risked becoming another one of Hailey's three-pump chumps, but the presence of the camera helped tame my exuberance.

Anna and I were still kissing passionately, and before long I had removed her panties, and she had removed my boxer briefs. Our naked bodies pressed up against each other, and we continued to make out as we grabbed each other's asses. Anna soon wrapped one hand around my straight-up erect cock while I used one hand to gently explore her labia. Writhing and heavy breathing ensued. After a few minutes of feeling each other up, I kneeled down and replicated my earlier assault on Anna's tits. This time, however, I ensured that my hand that was closest to Hailey was not getting in the way of the camera being able to see my tongue flick Anna's nipple.

"Oh my God, that is so hot," Hailey said on more than one occasion, allowing her voice to be recorded. Anna's voice was already there, her moans being a bit louder now.

Anna pulled me up after a few minutes, then knelt down so that her face was in front of my throbbing cock. Hailey got down with her and got in close with the camera.

"It's so fucking big," Hailey said through a smile, then giggled.

"You are going to love this dick inside you," Anna said, looking at the camera.

"Oh my God, I'm so horny right now," Hailey admitted.

"Keep recording," Anna directed. "Let me show you how much I love his cock."

She teased me at first, grabbing the base and flicking the tip with her tongue. Then she took the entire top half into her mouth. Then another inch. Then another inch. I was amazed at how much of my cock she could fit into her mouth. When she pulled back, she concentrated her efforts on my head. One hand caressed my shaft while the other very lightly stroked my balls. She knew exactly what I liked.

Her tongue flicked the underside of my head which sent immediate and intense thrills through my dick. I inhaled sharply and instantly began to pant. I stood there for the next few minutes enjoying the sensory overload. Looking down I saw Anna looking up at me, and Hailey holding up the camera with one hand while fingering herself through her volleyball shorts with her other hand.

Anna released my dick with a smack and said, "My tongue is getting tired."

"Then let's switch," I said. I guided Anna to the recliner and told her to sit back. She lifted up her legs and spread them wide, giving me, Hailey, and the camera a full view of her damp pussy. Soft, indirect daylight poured in from the back yard through the window, giving perfect illumination to the scene. I dove my face into Anna's pussy, licking the full length of her engorged lips. Anna moaned consistently.




The Ski Bunny Ch. 06



Hailey moved to my side, and I realized again that I needed to allow for a line of sight. I pushed Anna's legs wider, appreciating her flexibility as a cheerleader. My tongue alternately flicked her clit then her hole for a minute each. Her moans turned into yelps, and before long, her hips began to buck. I sensed an orgasm approaching, so I placed a hand under her butt and began sucking her clit in earnest. My other hand went straight for her pussy hole. Inserted two fingers right away and began feeling around inside.

"OH MY GOD!!" Anna screamed. "Aahh! AAHH!! AAAAAAHHH!!!" Anna arched her back and I struggled to stay with her violently bucking hips. Her wordless screams seemed to go on for an entire minute.

Finally she started to come down and catch her breath. With her chest sweaty and still heaving, she managed to speak between breaths. "Fuck, Will!" More recovery panting.

"Holy shit, Anna. That was hot," Hailey said. The red record light was still on. "How did that feel?"

"Ohmygod. Ohmy...Holy fuck..." Anna panted. "That went on for fucking ever! I didn't think I could take any more...but it just went on and on and on."

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum just watching this," Hailey said. "I can't wait to get mine."

Anna looked at me intently and said, "You just have to fuck me. Now!" Her legs were still spread wide. She grabbed the sides of my butt and pulled me closer. My cock was so erect that I had to push it down somewhat to point it directly at Anna's hole. I teased like I normally do for a moment, rubbing the tip up and down Anna's pussy lips. After she begged me to stick it in, I plunged it slowly into her vagina, not stopping until I was all the way in. I slowly withdrew my entire length, shimmering now with Anna's juices, then slid it all the way in again. I pushed my pelvis hard into hers and pressed my balls against her ass.

We both grunted as I found a slow, steady rhythm. We encouraged each other with occasional dialogue for the camera.

"Oh yeah, fuck me." "So deep!" "Ah, this feels sooo gooood!" "I wanna fuck you forever." "Harder!"

I grabbed Anna's hips and fucked her harder. The recliner began to squeak. Hailey suggested changing positions, so I withdrew and went to the couch. I sat slouched and Anna climbed on top of me, her breasts dangling in front of my face. She guided my cock back into her slick, tight pussy, and we both began gyrating our hips. Her breasts were alternately covered by my hands and my mouth, but at times I allowed them to bounce freely for the camera. Hailey moved around the room, seemingly covering us from all angles.

After a few minutes of this, I guided Anna off me and into a doggy-style position, her knees on the seat of the couch. I stood behind her and inserted my dick back into her warm, wet depths. Our bodies smacked together in a fast, furious fuck. Hailey assumed a position from underneath so the camera could see my dick moving in and out. Anna raised a leg up on the couch to give an even better point of view.

We fucked like this for a few minutes more, but before long I could feel my cum welling up. My balls were preparing for a giant explosion, so I abandoned the doggy-style and returned Anna to the recliner where I resumed fucking her in the same position where I started. Except this time I was going to blast her pussy with my cum.

"Oohh fuck, I'm gonna cum," I said. "I'm gonna cum!" Giving the camera a good view, I grabbed Anna's hips, drove deep into her, and grunted and panted my way through an absolutely electric orgasm. Anna screamed as I felt my cock fill her up with cum, spurt after heavenly spurt. And just like Anna's earlier orgasm, this one seemed to go on and on and on. "FUCK!" I yelled. "I'm still cumming! Ah-ha, goddam it!"

After what seemed like an eternity for an orgasm, it finally subsided. We were both panting and dripping with sweat. I slowly pulled out. Hailey focused on the small bit of cum that was leaking out of Anna's pussy. She pulled back and got us to agree that that was an incredible fuck before shutting the camera off.

"Goddam, that was hot!" Hailey said as she set the camera down. "I'm so horny now. Will please do me. Fuck me now!"

"He needs to recharge," Anna said. Hailey raised her eyebrows and bit her lower lip.

"Don't worry," I said. "We can fool around for a while."

"We can?" Hailey said in anticipation.

"I've been wanting to kiss every inch of that body since I first met you." I leaned in and kissed her moist lips. She grabbed my neck and pulled me closer. My dick having only partially softened, poked at her pelvis. I looped my thumbs under her shorts and began to pull them down. Hailey helped by elegantly swaying her hips left and right. This alone stopped my dick from lowering any further. We were both now completely naked, pressed up against each other, and exploring each other's lips and tongues.

I broke the kiss with a hearty smack and led her upstairs into my bedroom. Anna followed. We immediately resumed our naked make-out session. I began to toy with her nipples, first using my fingers, then my tongue. One hand moved down to play with her clit. Hailey threw her head back and grabbed mine, pressing me harder into her tits.

After giving each breast its oral due, I cupped her butt cheeks and moved down to her pelvis. Her tummy was flat and she was cleanly shaven. I kissed all around this beautiful area of ultimate feminine sexuality, then I penetrated her labia with my tongue. She quivered with a couple sharp gasps. Her clit was going to be harder to reach, so I laid her back on my bed. She lifted and spread her legs, and I dove in. Her sharp moans indicated that this was much more effective. I continued licking her clit as I slipped a finger just a couple inches into her hole and began to explore her wet softness. She squealed with the sudden rush of pleasure, so I inserted another finger, went an inch deeper, and wiggled them back and forth.

"Oh my God!" Hailey cried out. "Yes yes yes yes YES! Oh-ho fuck!"

Her breathing became faster and more labored. My tongue and fingers were becoming tired, but I continued in an earnest attempt to get her to cum. Just then, Anna pulled me away and directed me to lay on my back. In a matter of seconds, Hailey was sitting on my face, and Anna was giving me a blow job. My dick had already regained most of its full size and hardness. The feeling of Anna's tongue on my extra-sensitive head finished off its growth.

Hailey pressed her pussy onto my mouth and began to grind. I stuck my tongue up as far as I could go and lapped at her inner lips. Both my hands grabbed a tit and began to knead the soft flesh. My thumbs and forefingers concentrated on her nipples. This brought Hailey's pleasure level to the point where she was determined to climax.

"Oh yeah. Right there! Don't stop, don't stop, DON'T STOP!"

This whole time Anna had been experimenting with how much of my cock she could fit into her mouth, and it was quite impressive. I felt her lips reach surprisingly close to the balls. Just to up the ante a bit on Hailey, I began to hum. And that was the straw that made the camel cum.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! Keep going! I'm gonna cum! Fuhhh—"

She never finished that last word. Anna released my cock as she watched Hailey's orgasm consume her. Shrieks filled the room. Hailey's hips quivered and my face was suddenly drenched with her juices. I continued my tit, clit, and pussy assault until she had come down far enough from her high to open her eyes again.

"Ohmygod! Fuck, Will! I've never cum like that before."

"Well it's about time," I said proudly.

Hailey pulled me up to her face and kissed me hard. "Mmm, is that what I taste like?" she asked. I nodded and continued kissing her. She cleaned my face, lapping up all of her own juices. As she was finishing, she said, "Fuck me, Will. I need you inside me now."

I climbed over Hailey in missionary position. She spread her legs wide and raised them into the air, making it easy for me to slowly slide my dick into her pussy. It was hot and slick, and it felt so fucking good! She wasn't quite as tight as Anna, but as we slowly began to fuck, I could tell from her undulations that she was more experienced. We kissed a few times as we humped like this for several minutes.

Feeling left out, Anna demanded that we switch to cowgirl position. I reached around Hailey's waist with one arm and her shoulders with the other, then rolled us over without pulling out. Hailey propped herself up on her arms and rode my cock, making her tits brush my face as they bounced up and down. She closed her eyes and arched her back, enjoying the sensation of the new position. I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, wanting to push my dick ever further into her pussy. Anna positioned herself over my head, facing Hailey. She lowered her pussy onto my mouth, and the tongue-lashing was on.

The next several minutes were a flurry of six hands groping all over the girls' bodies, six lips sucking, three tongues flicking and probing, four tits bouncing, and three sets of hips undulating. This was all accompanied by a chorus of moaning, yelping, shrieking, and encouraging words. "Oh, fuck yeah." "Oh, this feels so good!" "Yes, keep doing that." "Oh, deeper." "Faster!" "Harder!"

In that moment, I swear I reached nirvana.

Both girls reached a mini-orgasm when their frantic breathing gradually started to slow down. They climbed off me, and Hailey positioned herself doggy-style at the edge of the bed. "Do me from behind," she commanded.

I stood behind her and sunk my big, hard, pussy-soaked cock back into Hailey. I grabbed her hips and we began to fuck like animals, slapping against each other with each undulation. Anna slid in underneath my legs and told me to slow down. I did, and she began to lick my dick right at the point where it was sliding in and out of Hailey's pussy. Both Hailey and I yelled out. It was the most unbelievable sensation I had ever felt, one that I will hopefully never forget.

I looked down. Click! I took a mental picture. Then I had an idea. I pulled out of Hailey, much to the girls' dismay, and said, "Don't move!" I ran downstairs and fetched the video camera. By the time I returned, Anna was already licking Hailey's clit, so I immediately started recording. I let the girls continue for a few minutes before getting back into the game myself.

I slowly inserted my dick back into Hailey's pussy, allowing the camera to see every inch of it slide in. Anna resumed licking the point of insertion, further stimulating both myself and Hailey. I tried to hold the camera to the side so it could see this, but I knew it was going to look very amateurish.

Anna eventually moved up on the bed, and Hailey laid on top of her, butt still in the air. They began to make out. I looked down and Anna's legs spread wide right beneath where my dick was sliding and out of Hailey's pussy. I pulled out, and there it was: two wet, steaming hot pussies, one facing down, one facing up, both writhing and eager for my dick to enter. I made damn sure to catch this on camera.

Looking at the video screen, my shimmering dick came into view, and I decided to sink it into Anna's upward facing pussy. Not to leave Hailey out, I fingered her while I fucked Anna. Both girls moaned with pleasure. All three of us were sweating, panting, and moaning. I pumped my dick into Anna's pussy for half a minute, then pulled out and sunk it into Hailey, giving Anna the pleasure of my fingers. I switched back and forth like this for about fifteen minutes, letting my dick get all the teenage pussy it ever wanted. I was the king of the world for that amount of time.

I could definitely tell the difference between the two girls' pussies by feel. Anna's was tighter, but Hailey's seemed to have more contours to get me off. Of course, both felt fucking amazing. Hard as I tried, I couldn't stave off the inevitable for much longer. I could feel a massive orgasm collecting in my groin.

"Aw, fuck yeah!" I exclaimed. "Who am I going to cum in?"

"Me!"

"No, cum in me!"

"Yeah, her, cum in Hailey."

I barely comprehended their responses. I quickly switched pussies right before my orgasm ripped through my body. My dick felt like it was on fire, and I just hoped I had chosen the right pussy to be in at that moment. I frantically pumped a few more times, and then jism exploded from the tip of my cock and into the awaiting pussy. I grunted as I pushed into her as deep as I could go. I felt each shot of cum being violently released from my dick and landing deep inside her. Her pussy fluttered around my cock as her hips shook in an involuntary spasm.

As soon as I was able, I looked down and saw that I had gotten the right girl. My dick was fully engulfed by Hailey's pussy, the second one to receive my semen that afternoon. The sight of this spurred me to squeeze out one more drop before slowly withdrawing. I set down the video camera, and the three of us collapsed onto the bed together. It was only 9:30, and the sky hadn't been dark for long, but it was mere seconds before we all fell asleep, naked and pressed up against each other.

I woke up about an hour later to use the bathroom. When I crawled back into bed, I squeezed between the girls and lay on my back. Both girls, still mostly asleep, cuddled up to me. I wrapped an arm around each beauty, and they rested an arm and their heads on my chest.

Fuck yeah! I thought to myself. I am El Presidente! King of the fucking world!



The Ski Bunny Ch. 07



Thank you to everyone who read any of my previous stories, especially to those who give me feedback and voted them so high! If you haven't read them yet, I recommend doing that first. You won't regret it!

I apologize for the delay of 7+ months, but real life got busy, and I wasn't sure how to end the saga. I came up with a two-part ending that I hope you enjoy. The last chapter--whenever I get a chance to finish it--will likely appear back in the Erotic Couplings category. Either way, if you like them, please vote and leave comments. If you don't like them, then poo on you!

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Sunday nights are never something I looked forward to. As far back as middle school they were depressing because another fun weekend was ending, there was homework to do, and I was anticipating another week of weathering the heartless jungle that was junior high. It was better now that I was 30 and had established myself in the "real world" for which school was supposed to prepare me. Still, I would rather stay up late with my girlfriend Sherry--talking, cuddling, humping, knowing we could sleep in the next morning--than to have to think about my boring insurance auditing job that awaited my arrival in twelve hours.

My phone chimed: A text message from Sherry. "Hey lover! You up?"

"Hi hotness!" I replied. "How's Denver?"

It was mid July and my air conditioner was struggling to keep up. I kicked back on my recliner and brought up the on-screen menu and scrolled through over a hundred channels, looking for something I might want to watch. Nothing. Like that old Springsteen song, "57 Channels and Nothing On," except now it's 570 channels. I ultimately settled on a documentary about the USS Ronald Regan, but I wasn't really paying attention. I considered checking out some of the premium movie channels to catch some soft-core porn. But I decided against it with a big smile: I don't need porn, I thought. I'm getting as much tail as I can handle this summer.

"Not bad," Sherry texted back. "Miss you."

"Me too."

The improbable events that brought me to that decision played out in my mind like a movie I've watched too many times: I met a gorgeous blonde at a ski resort. She had big tits and a great ass, but also girl-next-door beauty and accessibility. Her quick wit and dry humor were matched by me. Sherry and I did the four-legged frolic, first in a gondola, then at her condo. In between she revealed that she is four years older than me and well financed. After we got back home, our sex-crazed relationship quickly evolved into a beautiful meeting of the minds and bodies, and as we relished our astounding adventures in carnal knowledge, we began to fall for each other in a more meaningful way.

"When you coming home?" I asked her.

"Might be another week."

I replied with a sad face emoticon. Sherry had only been gone two days, but we had never been apart for a week since we first met. I suppose I had been lucky so far, since travel was normally part of her job as an executive at her small advertising agency. I sent a follow-up text: "???"

"Potential client in Seattle. Flying there tomorrow morning."

"Hurry back. Balls already blue. ;) "

"Call Anna."

Turns out Sherry had a smokin' hot eighteen-year-old daughter: a cheerleader named Anna. She was a younger and even hotter version of her mother, so it wasn't hard for her to seduce me into doing the horizontal hustle with her. In a stroke of pure brilliance, she convinced her mom that a sex triangle was beneficial to everyone. She was going to start having sex again anyway, so it might as well be someone trustworthy, someone with whom she shared a mutual attraction: me. Sherry wanted to see both me and her daughter happy, so she agreed to share me, at least for the summer. Suddenly, the most improbable but erotically tantalizing arrangement was in effect, and keeping these women satisfied kept me and my dick as busy as I could imagine.

"You mean booty call her?" I texted.

"You know she'll be up for it."

"True dat."

I had counted my blessings several times. I am neither remarkably good-looking nor smooth with the ladies. I'm an average 30-year-old, but I do like to keep in shape. Both Sherry and Anna have complimented me on my body. I also have a slightly larger than average package when fully erect, and I'd say I'm better than average when it comes to using it. Perhaps that's why I ended up getting more business: customer referral.

"Seen her lately?" Sherry texted.

"Not last week. Been hanging out w friends a lot."

By "friends" I meant her best friend, Hailey. My summer of love got even wilder when Anna introduced me to the brunette volleyball star who was jonesing for an experienced Don Juan to tickle her belly from the inside. It had been about an month since I had first experienced Hailey's smooth, tanned nakedness, headlined by her round but tight bubble butt. Since then, I had been living the dream: dating the most incredible woman I've ever met, keeping her gorgeous daughter satisfied, and dabbling in the humpty dumpty dance with her sex-crazed friend. It was enough to keep me so busy that I rarely got a chance to hang out with my friends. They understood at first, but their patience was wearing thin. I needed to stay connected to the real world.

"Have fun," Sherry texted. "But behave!"

"Only when I'm not with you."

I also had a bigger problem. After my first three-way with the barely-legal duo, Anna had promised that she would find a way to make this acceptable to her mother. She knew Sherry was my main lover, and she had orchestrated our prior arrangement, but taking it one step further proved more difficult than she had anticipated. As the summer progressed and Hailey's visits to my house became more common (sometimes with Anna, sometimes without) I found myself needing to hide from Sherry the fact that I even knew Hailey. That made me feel guilty. I was all but ready to profess my undying love for Sherry, and while she had given a temporary stamp of approval to regularly bang her daughter, a second teenage girl was not part of the agreement.

"We should talk when I get home."

Uh oh. "Let's talk now," I bravely texted back.

"Can't -- at a dinner w client."

"Bad girl!"

Don't get me wrong; Getting it on with Hailey was pure erotic bliss. She was a tiger who became increasingly aggressive with each encounter. She sometimes engaged us in role-play, the most recent being a flight attendant and a business traveler joining the mile-high club in the airplane lavatory. (My hall closet still retains the faint tell tale odor of her juices.) Every minute of our adult playtime was fantasy fulfillment, especially when Anna was with us.

And did I mention how much I relished having sex with Anna? I had a bit more history with her, so it was easy for her to stand out as the preferred teen sex kitten. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, and each roll through the hay was so thrilling that I tried to savor and remember every moment of it. It seemed all I wanted sometimes was the sight of her naked perfectness, and the feel of my rock-hard cock rubbing away at the inside of her pussy.

At the same time, I couldn't help but notice that sex with these two hotties seemed to be slightly muted by the worries hanging over my head. Was I jeopardizing my relationship with Sherry? Not only was I was hiding something important from her, but could these teenage distractions cause me to love Sherry less?

Wait, I thought to myself. Did I just say "love"? It wasn't the first time it had crossed my mind: the possibility of truly being in love with Sherry. But it was the first time I actually felt something when I thought it. I couldn't deny the fact that sex with Sherry was more enjoyable. It carried something deeper with it, an emotional connection that couldn't be matched by two recent high school graduates.

"Yup I'm your bad girl!" Sherry texted back. "Just remember that."

I could feel a slight change in the way Sherry had been behaving in the past couple weeks. It wasn't anything I could put my finger on as a definitive Exhibit A, but she seemed a bit more distant and less energetic. Our lovemaking was still passionate and satisfying. A nine out of ten is still outstanding, but had always a ten with Sherry until recently. I sensed something was a bit off. I began to wonder if she was jealous of her daughter and ready to cancel our arrangement, or if she had sniffed a hint of what I was doing with Hailey. I could deal with the former, but the latter would spell trouble for our relationship, and it would be completely my fault.

* * * * * * * * * *

"So how are things going with Sherry?" Russ asked over the din of our surroundings. "And Anna? And...Hannah? No, what's her name?"

"Hailey," I corrected. The table at our booth wobbled on uneven legs. Its veneer was heavily scarred from years of drunken abuse. It was par for the course at the Wall Nutt, a dirty little watering hole for which we were fully overdressed.

"Lucky bastard," said Sean, the most cynical of my friends. "I'm still not sure I believe you one hundred percent."

"Shut up, Sean. Let us live vicariously through him," said Russ. "If it's made up, I don't wanna know."

"You wanna be Manti Te'o before the shit hit the fan?" asked Gene.

Sean half laughed and half sighed, then looked at his phone. A text message had just buzzed in.

"That Mantra?" I asked.

"Yep. Fifteen minutes. Let's close out and start walking."

"I'll get this round," I offered to my friends.

"Damn straight, you will," Russ said. "You owe us one, if only because of all the tail you're getting and we're not."

"Speak for yourself," piped up Gene, the only married one among us.

"Shut the fuck up," countered Russ. "You know it's not the same." He turned back to me and pressed for more details on new adventures with my girls.

"First of all, Sherry's still out of town. Some new client in Seattle," I explained.

"So that means Tinkerbelle and the Cheerleader are keeping you company?" asked Russ.

"And then some," I said. My friends all had their eyes locked on me, waiting for more. "Lemme get the tab first," I said. "Then we'll walk and talk."

I didn't tell them the real reason why I offered to pay our tab: I wanted to cross paths with a beautiful redhead I spotted from our table. She sat at the bar with a couple female friends to her right, easily outshining them both. I squeezed my way in between her and another bar patron. While I waited for the bartender to return my credit card, our eyes met.

I was enamored immediately. I was looking at true beauty, a mermaid with legs. Her big, deep green eyes shone right into me, and for an instant I felt like she could read my thoughts. Her wavy, shoulder-length hair was the perfect shade of red, a la Emma Stone. A pair of dangly silver earrings glimmered in the faint light of the dingy bar. They complimented her bracelets and her smile, which absolutely lit up the room.

Her outfit shouted classy sex appeal: She wore a tight, sheer turtleneck in ivory white that did nothing to hide the size of her chest. Her maroon pleated skirt matched the color of her hair. It reached halfway down her thighs and fell gracefully around the barstool where she was sitting. A pair of high-heeled, knee-high leather boots completed the ensemble. They emphasized the muscle tone in her legs and butt and made a rather tantalizing view of the eight inches of exposed skin on her leg. Anna could have worn this outfit and made it look just as sexy, if not more.

"You're dressed up for something better than a junky place like this," I said to her. I expected her to return the compliment.

"Yes, remind me to never become part-owner," she quipped. "Excuse me." The mermaid turned away and walked with her friends, right out the front door.

Ouch.

Well that went well, you douchebag! I scolded myself as I walked away with my receipt.

Yeah, right. Like I'm ever going to pick up anyone at a bar where the most sophisticated drink is Miller High Life, I replied to myself.

Trying to forget the woman and the rejection, I went back to the booth to pick up my friends, and we proceeded to the back of the bar. We often used the Wall Nutt as a warm-up for a better place. Tonight, that better place was Mantra.

We left through the back door and weaved through a small crowd of bar hoppers and their cloud of cigarette smoke.

"That girl you were talking to at the bar," began Russ after we had reached the sidewalk. "I think I know her from somewhere."

"Did she shoot you down too, at some other bar?" I asked.

"No, he's right. I think I've seen her too, but I just can't place her," said Gene.

"Ain't too many redheads out there," Sean offered, "So you'd think you would know how you know her."

"You would think," said Gene. "But I just can't remember. Maybe I'm wrong. Will, did you recognize her?"

"Nope."

Without any more ideas, Russ and Gene let it drop. We continued walking through midtown.

"So what about Sherry?" Russ asked after an awkward moment of silence.

"What about her?" I asked.

"He's avoiding it," declared Gene to the others, but looking right at me. I gave him a smug look. "He doesn't want to talk about it," he continued. Then, addressing me: "I'm right aren't I? She about to break it off with you?"

"More like break it off of him," Sean emphasized. "How can she be OK with you screwing her daughter and her daughter's friend?"

"I never said she was OK with the friend," I said. "In fact, I never said she even knows about the friend."

"You despicable bastard," Gene deadpanned with a smirk. "You're a goddamned disgrace."

"Oh, it gets worse," I added. "Something else happened last Sunday night."

* * * * * * * * * *

"Need me to pick you up from the airport?" I texted Sherry.

"You can pick me up anytime you want! :) "

Another text popped onto the screen, this time in a new conversation. "Hi sexpot. You home?"

It was Anna.

"Yup!" I replied.

"We're horny. Can we cum over?"

"Get your hot ass over here!" I replied. Naturally, I assumed she meant herself and Hailey. Both had graduated from high school just two months ago, and both were about to head off to college. When I wasn't sleeping with Sherry, the three of us had spent plenty of time together fulfilling fantasies we didn't even know we had.

But there was one more fantasy to go.

Twenty minutes later, Anna's car arrived in my driveway. She, Hailey, and two other girls emerged. Immediately the air was filled with a cacophony of young women's laughter and loud gabbing. They all appeared a bit tipsy except Anna, who drove. All were wearing tight cleavage shirts, except Anna. She wore a thin, white loose-fitting shirt with long sleeves. It didn't show any cleavage, but it was cut off quite high on her naked torso. The loose end of it swung free in the air, like a short flirty skirt over her C-cup breasts. I could tell by the bounce of her tits and the protrusion of her nipples that she wore no bra. She and one of her friends wore extra-short, pleated skirts, almost like a cheerleader but shorter, and thinner fabric. Hailey wore a tight tube of fabric around her hips that showed off her curves, while the last girl wore a pair of shorts that were so skimpy that they could have been painted on.

Anna greeted me with a kiss, and before I could inquire about her friends, she passed into my house and my lips were greeted with a hard kiss from Hailey. She was still locked on me while the unknown girls followed Anna into the house. They made cat calls as they passed by. My hands quickly found Hailey's best feature--her glorious globe of an ass--and we made out on my front doorstep for another minute before going inside.

The new girls seemed comfortable with all of this, as if they already knew all about me. One was a brunette like Hailey, and the other another blonde like Anna, but unlike the two I already knew, both new girls had curly hair. I began to wonder what Anna had told them. Do they know that she and Hailey come here to get laid? That I'm her mom's boyfriend and she approved our love triangle?

Before I could ask, Anna planted a deep kiss on my lips while Hailey found my iPhone, placed it on my stereo dock, and made a selection. It was my guilty pleasure that I hoped no one would ever find in my possession: Katy Perry's "Firework". The girls immediately started dancing and singing to it. Anna finally released from our kiss and joined the other girls. She raised her hands above her head, causing the scandalously short hem of her shirt to ride up. I could see the bottom curve of her otherwise naked breasts. My dick started to rise to the occasion.

Anna soon went to the refrigerator to get two beers, smacking Hailey's lovely ass on the way. Opening both drinks, she handed one to me and drank nearly half of the other in one throwback.

She smacked the new girls' asses. "Gotta catch up with these bitches!"

Her friends responded with a hearty "Woo-hoo!"

"And so do you, loverboy!" She guided the beer bottle to my mouth and tipped it up, forcing me to drink more quickly than I had anticipated. The beer nearly overflowed out of my mouth before I accepted what was happening, opened my throat, and let it all wash down. The girls cheered when I finish the bottle in one guzzle. Anna bounced back to the fridge and returned with another beer.

In the ten seconds it took her to do this, Hailey wrapped both arms around me, pressed her gracefully curved body against mine, and leaned in for another lustful kiss.

"Hey there, beautiful," I managed to eek out between smacks.

Hailey looked me in the eye as Anna hands me my next beer. "We really need some dick tonight," she said in a sensuously low voice. "Ready for some fun?" She had really come out of her shell in the month that Anna had been sharing me with her, revealing herself as an assertive sex kitten.

"You know I am," I replied. "Who are your friends?"

"Kaylee!" she shouts to one of her dancing friends. "Get over here, you whore!"

"Fuck you, slut!" the blonde replied as she pranced her way over to us. She introduced herself as a college sophomore-to-be, majoring in graphic design. She was on the volleyball team with Hailey when she was still in high school, but doesn't play anymore. Her skimpy shorts were rolled up around her hips and rode low enough for me to see a tattoo of a tough looking anime character. Her low cut cami revealed all I needed to know about her upper body. While not as athletically toned as Anna or Hailey, her delicate curves nonetheless made my cock start to tingle when she pressed her hip against mine. I wrapped an arm around her waist. It felt perfectly natural to do so. Her curves were more dramatic here than those of her friends, and I lightly brushed my hand up and down this space between her hip and ribcage.

The spaghetti straps of her yellow shirt suspended the hemline of her shirt so low that I can see the corner of her pink bra. But I wasn't looking at her bra. I was taking glances at the cleavage that she has proudly put on display. She was only a B-cup at best, but they were wide and perfectly curved. String bikini tan lines ran up to her neck. Her chest was pressed tightly against her shirt, tits aching to burst free. Of course, she saw me looking, as her pretty hazel eyes--surrounded by a thin mote of eyeliner--were locked onto mine. She didn't seem to mind.

"Nice to meet you," Kaylee said with a smile. Her button eyes and matching small nose complimented a face that was framed by curly blonde hair with hints of red in the darker parts.

"So Hailey and Kaylee are friends?" I said, laughing at the similarity. "That's awesome. So if I said 'Hi, Ka-Hailey!' you wouldn't know who I was talking to."




The Ski Bunny Ch. 07



"Oh yeah, so funny. Ass!" Hailey responded, giving my left nipple a stinging twist. I cried out at the unexpected pain. I had never seen her so aggressive.

I reached up as if I was going to return the favor, but Hailey caught my wrist. "Don't even think about it," she said, smiling.

"Fine, I'm through with you," I joked. "Anna, who's your friend over there?"

Anna stopped dancing, brushed her golden blonde locks from her face, and brought a loose fist just below her mouth. She began speaking into her invisible microphone:

"Our next candidate is the fabulous Megaaaan!" crowed Anna in a deep announcer's voice. "She is a native of Gladstone Lake who likes Jack Black movies, the color pink, and always wants more cowbell!"

Megan wore her dark brown hair in tight, natural curls. She had a tiny nose stud, three piercings on her left ear, and five on her right, making a trail of shiny metal around her cartilage. Her shirt was tight and low cut as well, but with wider straps to support a larger chest. Bare midriff revealed a pierced belly button, but it was the skirt that got me excited. Anna must have told her that I dig short flirty skirts.

Anna continued. "She was once the prom queen runner-up, and is now entering her junior year at Northwest State University where she majors in accounting."

Megan had already started to walk through my living room like she was on a Miss America catwalk. But her body type was a bit bigger than those contestants, which, given how anorexic those girls are, still left her well within the hottie range. She had a healthy amount of meat on her bones, but still maintained a flat tummy. She emanated enough sex appeal from beneath her tight outfit that I'm sure it drew the attention of everyone she passed by. Her breasts were easily C-cups, and the pointiest of the group. I could tell because, like Anna, she wore no bra. They curved up toward the erect nipples, which were trying to poke through the thin fabric just under the hemline, then followed an elegant curve underneath to join back up with the rest of her average-sized torso.

"But don't let the pencil pushing fool you," Anna continued. "After hours, this girl likes to get funky and party with the best of them!"

With that, Megan raised her arms in the air and gave a college "Whoo-hoo!" before greeting me with a hug. She was still smiling when she backed away. Our eyes met and I realized for the first time that night how cute she was. Adorable, really. Her baby face and slight overbite made me want to cup her face in my hands and kiss it all over.

Our little party continued, and before long everyone had a drink in hand and we were toasting to the night. We sat down while the conversation flowed almost as quickly as the alcohol. I lost count of how much I had to drink after my fourth beer. Anna and Hailey took turns snuggling into me, kissing me, and sitting in front of me with my arms wrapped around her waist.

Kaylee and Megan went to the refrigerator to mix a couple more margaritas for themselves, and Anna took the opportunity straddle me on the couch, kiss me, and ask, "So can we fuck soon? I'm all worked up."

Hailey bent over me from behind the couch and kissed me upside down. "Yeah, I'm getting wet just thinking about it," she admitted.

"Well, how long are Kaylee and Megan planning to stay?" I asked. Anna and Hailey looked at each other and smiled. "I mean, they can stay," I continued, "If they don't mind all the noise we're going to make."

"No, no, no, Will," Hailey said, shaking her head above me. "We all want some." She spun her finger around, quickly pointing at all four girls.

My jaw dropped. I looked around the room. The two new girls had gone back to dancing, but confirmed with knowing looks what Hailey had just told me. I looked at Anna for final confirmation. She nodded and mouthed the words "Aaaallll of us."

Hailey moved her lips to my left ear and, in a deep, sensuous voice, said "I hope you're well-rested, cowboy." Then, after licking my left ear, she went to my right and whispered, "Cuz we wanna suck you and fuck you...all..." a lick on my earlobe, "...night..." a kiss on my jaw, "...long." Finally, a kiss on my lips.

Immediately I thought about Sherry. This went well beyond the deal she and I had with her daughter, and I knew she would not approve of this. The angel on my right shoulder told me to stay true to my girlfriend and get out of this situation. You might be in love with her, you might want to spend the rest of your life with her, and you don't want to jeopardize that. Respect her! The devil on my left shoulder told me that this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and I would be crazy not to take advantage of it. Sherry wouldn't ever have to know. Look at these hot young babes: They want your cock! Have fun tonight!! FUCK 'EM ALL!!!

Anna started gyrating her hips on my rapidly hardening cock. She took may face in her hands and declared, "I want to be first...and last." Then in one swift motion she peeled off her shirt, leaving her topless. Her perky tits jiggled very slightly as she continued her lap dance.

Two dogs were fighting in my head, an evil dog and a good dog. Which one would win? The one that got fed the most. Right now, the evil dog was feasting.

Immediately I felt the urge to grab her juicy C-cup tits, plant my face in them, and lose myself in her flesh. And indeed I would, in time. But I decided to take it slowly. Even after Hailey dropped her red lace thong on my face, exposing her shaved pussy beneath her extra short miniskirt, I forced a bit of restraint on myself. There will be plenty of time for all of this, I surmise. I was in for some serious overtime with these girls, a night I will never forget. The evil dog and the devil I knew had won out.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Then what happened?" Gene asked.

"Gentlemen, we have a table for you in the back." The doorman at Mantra pointed the way. "Watch your head on the stairs."

My three friends and I showed ourselves down a flight of uneven, worn stairs, through the bar, and to a booth in the back. I sat facing the rest of the bar.

"So go on, Will," said Sean. "The girls start to undress."

"Did they get naked right away," asked Russ, "Or did you build the anticipation and take it slow?"

"I think I'm going to take it slow right now and order a drink," I said. "Give me a menu."

Far from being a flashy meat-market bar, Mantra almost disappears among the trendy loft condominiums that surround it. Hidden below ground level with an alleyway entrance, it's not a place anyone stumbles upon by chance. It is frequented by well-dressed, good-looking yuppies looking to meet other well-dressed, good-looking yuppies. New business comes from word of mouth and, like most of its customers, the bar has no land-line phone. Reservations for some of its 48 seats are made via text message up to thirty minutes in advance.

Newcomers to Mantra are charmed by the feeling that they are entering a speakeasy, while regulars enjoy a casual separation from the shallow dance club scene. No velvet ropes, no bouncers with a list, and no pretentious lines. Also absent are drunk frat bros hopelessly looking for an easy score with boobed-out club hoppers. Beer is available, but not on the menu, which is instead filled with cocktails ranging in price from $11 to $20. Each one comes with an elaborate list of ingredients and notes on preparation.

"God-DAMN this drink is good, Joey!" said Sean to the bartender who delivered our drinks personally.

"Who takes care of you?" Joey replied with a smile, fishing for a good tip.

The bartenders take the time to converse with each customer and get to know something about the new ones before taking orders. Their keen sense of personality allows them to make recommendations for people like me who usually drink beer. Once a cocktail is ordered, the bartenders prepare the drinks with extreme care and attention to detail.

"I don't always drink cocktails," started Sean with a glib tone. "But when I do, I prefer...whatever this one is."

"The Silencer," said Joey.

"I'll second that motion," I chimed in with a top-shelf whiskey cocktail in hand. "You never know. It might not be too late for me. I just might become a cocktail guy."

"City slicker," said Russ. Having moved to a major city from a town of under a thousand people just three years ago, we still consider him the redneck of the group.

"Dammit, people! You're getting off topic," said Gene. "Will was telling us about his three-some."

"You mean his three-some of girls," said Russ. "That's four total, for those who are keeping score."

"Total bullshit," said Sean.

"Actually, if anyone here can count, it was four girls," I corrected. Silence. Pause. "Five total."

Ca-ching!

"BULL-SHIT!" All three of them replied at different speeds. One added, "In your dreams."

"Oh, no no," I countered. "In reality."

"If any part of this is true, which I seriously doubt because you're not twenty and you don't look like Channing Tatum," Sean added, "Then it has to be with some desperate housewives, or fatties, or something like that."

"I don't need to prove myself to you," I defended. Of course I was dying to do just that.

"Fuck you! You brung it up!" said Russ. He wasn't all wrong. I had worked it into our conversation back at the Wall Nutt. My best friends already knew about my sex triangle with Sherry and her daughter Anna. Both women were the co-authors of our summer of love agreement that had fulfilled all my sexual fantasies. I told them about Hailey only a week ago, even though I had already been screwing her for a month. That revelation won me the Most Enviable Award among my group of best friends.

I was presently giving those friends a smug look of self-satisfaction, for it was about to get even better.

"I still say bullshit," said Sean, the chief doubter of the group.

After a pause, I silently reached for my iPhone, clicked it on, and pulled up a video that Anna was kind enough to capture for me.

* * * * * * * * * *

Things progressed very quickly. Before I knew it, all five of us were naked and all I could see was skin...tight, curvy, shaved, and flawless skin. It was a flurry of tits, hips, curves, nipples, butt cheeks, and lots of smiles. We were pawing, groping, squeezing, sucking, and rubbing each other's bodies. The two new girls had distinct bikini tan lines. Hailey had less noticeable ones, and Anna had none -- the result of tanning and swimming nude in her backyard pool. As for pubic hair, Hailey and Megan had shaved off everything, but Anna and Kaylee left thin landing strips.

My lips were almost never available, and I occasionally found myself in a three-way kiss. The girls were almost as eager to kiss and feel each other up as they were me. There didn't seem to be any plan in mind. I was like an ADHD kid in a candy store. At any given time, I didn't know whose tits to knead, whose nipple to suck, whose ass to squeeze, or whose pussy to rub, so I did all of that to whoever was closest or whoever forced themselves into my path.

The girls were nearly fighting over who could hold my rock-hard dick. They started to take turns giving me head, but more often than not I found two girls licking my dick simultaneously. Hailey and Kaylee treated my dick like a harmonica, making their lips meet each other's on both sides of my cock and sliding their tongues up and down my shaft. At one point I found myself slouching low on the couch with Anna sucking and flicking my cockhead, Megan licking my balls, and one of the new girls pressing her moist pussy onto my tongue. The fourth girl slouched beside me with her legs casually spread. My right hand managed to find her clitoris and rub it in swirling motions. I almost passed out from the unbelievable pleasure and attention my body was getting.

This is the part where my memory gets a little fuzzy. I can't remember all of the foreplay or how long it went on. There must have been quite a bit, what with four girls to please. At some point the girls shaved off all my hair (except my head). I vaguely remember them taking turns with my trimmer and a razor, but the details of this kinky scene were lost to the effect of all those beers plus my extreme lust. I was in heaven. Even the alcohol couldn't make my dick any less than rock-hard.

The next thing I do remember is laying on my back on my king-sized bed, arms stretched out to my side. I wasn't tied down, but I might as well have been. Hailey was sitting on my face. She gyrated her hips while my tongue licked around the entrance to her vagina and probed as deeply into it as possible. I nuzzled my nose into her clit. She had shaved quite recently, perhaps while the other girls shaved me.

Anna was impaled on my cock, bouncing up and down. Her butt smacked against my hairless balls. I couldn't see her tits, but I knew they were bouncing with her. Just seeing them would have been enough to get me off, but I was happy just to feel the tightness of her warm, wet pussy sliding up and down my thick shaft. Every minute or so she would stop bouncing and simply gyrate forward and back. This allowed me to last longer while she stimulated her clit. Then it was back to bouncing. I tried to match her rhythm and push up into her, but it was difficult to concentrate on this plus pleasing Hailey and the other two girls simultaneously.

Yes, you read that correctly. I was pleasing all four girls at the same time. Or at least I was trying to. Megan sat on my right hand and Kaylee sat on my left. Or vice versa. I can't remember, and really, does it matter? They writhed and gyrated on my hands while I pointed two and sometimes three fingers up inside each of their pussies. I had started by rubbing circles on their clits, then rubbed circles around their holes. This made them both moan with pleasure. They squealed when I slid one finger inside, shrieked when I slid in another, and shouted when my fingers flicked and massaged the inside of their pussies.

All four girls were moaning, panting, asking for more or telling me "Right there, right there, right there!" "Ahh, yes that's it!" "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" Hailey allowed me a couple quick glances, enough to see that the girls were feeling each other's tits, adding to their stimulation. My entire body was pinned down by four wonderful pussies, all getting their kicks off of different parts of my body. It was a lot to focus on. I tried my best to keep up; it was too easy to forget about one or two girls while I focused on the others.

But this lucky bastard never gave up, and before I knew it, one girl after another started to cum. Megan was first. Or was it Kaylee? Her hips started to shake uncontrollably while her whimpers escalated. Seeing this must have set the other new girl off. As far as I could tell, they came together. They moaned and shouted while my tired and sore fingers furiously flicked their g-spots from inside.

By this time, Anna had started squeezing her pussy around my cock in short contractions. It was the Kegel exercises she learned from her mother. I sensed my orgasm just starting to build, like a train at the far end of a long tunnel. It was on its way and there was no stopping it. I tried to tell anyone who would listen that I was about to cum, but my voice was muffled by Hailey's pussy. I started groaning rather loudly, and the vibrations of my voice sent Hailey over the edge. As her gyrations accelerated, she leaned forward and propped herself up on her hands, just behind my head. I could hear her deep guttural groans as she came. Her pussy slammed onto my mouth in irregular spasms, dripping orgasmic juices onto my teeth.

My train was more than halfway through the tunnel now. Anna made it speed toward the end by lightly massaging my balls behind her butt. There was no use in trying to hold on anymore. The train was here! It slammed through me with so much force I thought I was going to crack a rib. But I didn't care. It would have been a small price to pay for the intensity of the orgasm that was ripping through me. My hips pushed upward over and over again, and my cock thrust violently up into Anna with each long shot of cum that raced out of my dick. I squirted hard and high into Anna's pussy. It felt like so much liquid that I never knew my balls could store so much.

After a few more squirts, the train finally passed. The ceiling fan's light was shining into my eyes. Hailey had rolled off me, and my hands were free. It was another few moments before I had recovered enough to survey the scene: Megan and Kaylee were 69-ing each other on the side of the bed. Anna was still on top of me, my cock still buried deep in her pussy. She was not moving, eyes closed, back arched, glorious tits pressed forward. I figured she was savoring the dying moments of her own orgasm. Moments later, she collapsed on top of me.

Nobody said anything for another minute. It was Hailey who broke the silence.

"God that felt good!"

"Act 1, complete," Anna said to me, still breathing heavily.

The other two girls' mouths were too busy to comment.

"How many acts are there?" I asked.

"As many as it takes until...." She hesitated. "Until the sun comes up."

The sun came up shortly after 6 AM, but we didn't finish licking, fingering, stroking, kissing, blowing, and fucking for another hour after that. Our reasoning was that since we had all fallen asleep at some point during the night, we had to make up for lost time. Even after we finally left the bedroom and I got into the shower, Megan and Kaylee joined me in there for one last go-round. I was so tired I could barely stand up, and I didn't think my dick could take anymore, but sure enough, as soon as the girls got wet and I saw the water shimmering off their heavenly, young curves, I went from six to midnight in about ten seconds. My erection was so intense I thought I was going to run out of skin.

Kaylee squatted down and started taking care of me with her mouth right away. I used that time to kiss Megan and feel up her jelly boobs. After a few minutes of this, the girls switched places. I could tell that they both had some experience giving blow jobs. Their tongues both sent rapid sensations coursing through the tip of my dick, up through the shaft, and emanating all through my hairless body. Megan's licks and lip pressure were so intense I had to slow her down. She stood up, and I tried fucking both of them, one after the other, and of course it felt amazing. But they obviously had less experience doing this in the tight confines of a slippery shower. So we went back to blow jobs. It wasn't long before I declared that I was going to cum.

Megan joined Kaylee on her knees in front of me. I took my cock in my hand and, moaning involuntarily, rubbed my orgasm to its maximum intensity. My knees buckled and I almost fell over. Somehow I managed to remain upright as I sprayed the girls' faces with my cum. Amazingly, after the night we had just had, there was still enough to go around for both girls. They lapped it up as if they were starving. What didn't get into their mouths was quickly washed away.

"Damn, you girls are nasty, you know that?" I said. They laughed, then stood up to engage me in a hot triple-kiss. We made out like this, hands on asses, until the hot water ran out.

Everyone finally got dressed and the girls headed out the door, except Anna. She had fulfilled half of her pledge by being first, but she still needed to be the last. She asked me to spend the day with her, and I agreed. The other girls were pulling away in Anna's car while I called in sick to work. Anna and I then undressed each other. We didn't put on a stitch of clothing for the next 24 hours. We started in my bed, arms wrapped around each other, kissing and groping for quite a while.




The Ski Bunny Ch. 07



"Make love to me, Will," Anna whispered.

I rolled on top of her and pressed my naked body onto hers. Our skin was as hot as our lust for each other. She spread her legs wide. My rock solid dick pressed up against the lips of her vagina, and I rubbed it there for a few minutes, spreading our pre-cum juices and teasing our sensitive nerve endings. I even placed the tip of my dick right at her opening, only to continue rubbing around it.

"Stop teasing me," she begged. "Please. Stick it in." I slowly pushed inside her. Just as slowly, she convulsed at feeling my thick meaty shaft penetrate her small opening. Even in the heat of the summer, she was so warm in there. Missionary position is so basic, but still my favorite when making love to someone I truly care about. No other position feels better. Nothing makes me feel more connected to the other person.

We kissed as our hips gently undulated, causing my dick to smoothly slide in and out of her tight pussy. After each thrust forward I held it steady for a few seconds, relishing how deep I was inside her and feeling every inch of my flesh in contact with her flesh. I could feel the extreme depths of her love tunnel around my sensitive head. Over the next several minutes, we both expressed several times how good it felt.

On and on we went, changing rhythms occasionally, kissing frequently, making eye contact to fully take in each other's physical and inner beauty. Anna rode several waves of near-orgasms and all-out cumming, her vaginal muscles quivering with each wave. Neither of us wanted it to end, so we fucked for quite some time -- I have no idea how long: maybe 15 minutes, maybe 30. We were completely absorbed with the physical and mental sensations of our lovemaking which transcended time and all sense of our surroundings.

Eventually, however, I did start to feel my own orgasm starting to form in the depths of my balls. Very slowly it ascended, allowing me to enjoy the sensational build-up for quite some time. I began to fuck Anna faster and faster, eventually finding a pace that kept the build-up at a fever pitch. Just when I thought I was going to go over the cliff, it continued to build. More and more, the astonishing intensity of sensation in my dick increased exponentially.

"Oh yeah! Aw fuck!" I was panting in rhythm. "Oh yeah! Holy fuck!" I honestly didn't think I could take it anymore, but Anna kept thrusting her pelvis onto me. My own pelvis began to shutter. "Gaaawd-daaaamm!" I spasmed uncontrollably as the climax took control. Tunnel vision crept in. I cried out as my cock exploded inside Anna's awaiting pussy. I collapsed onto her body as my body convulsed. Stream after stream of cum joyously shot out of my dick, squirting right past her cervix.

I continued to convulse for another half minute or so, after which I slowly regained awareness. My cock was still firmly planted inside Anna and her legs were still wrapped around me. We kissed for a few more minutes like this until I slowly pulled out and laid down by her side. She curled into me, and no sooner had I wrapped my arms around her than we both fell asleep.

We awoke several hours later and made love again--more quickly this time, in the spooning position--then got up to eat. We didn't dress, staying true to our promise to remain naked all day. We lounged around for the next several hours, watching movies on TV and snacking on all the unhealthy food I had. We ended up making love again, this time on the living room couch. We both laid on our sides as I took her from behind again. This allowed me to reach around and feel her breasts with one hand and rub her clit with my other. I think Anna liked this position best because of that multi-front assault on her senses. She bucked her hips and moaned more furiously than she did in any other position. Our orgasms dropped on us simultaneously. Hers was a real screamer. If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought she was in pain.

When we recovered from that, Anna showed me some videos that she had surreptitiously taken with my iPhone during our group orgy the night before.

The first video was a one-minute excerpt from what I now refer to as the "Iron Cross," with all four girls sitting on my various body parts. Blinded by Hailey's pelvis and distracted by the other girls, I didn't know that she had done this. The video showed several seconds of each girl getting off, including Anna herself. She honed in on her pussy riding up and down on my cock. I noticed the absence of my pubic hair. Watching it, I could practically feel the flesh of her tight vagina squeezing my shimmering wet member, rubbing all sides of it. Anna even directed Hailey to sit up for a second, just long enough to see that it was me under her ass. Half of my face was shimmering with pussy juice. I was still so inundated that I hadn't noticed the iPhone.

The next scene was from my own point of view, which was strange because while I remembered the scene itself, I don't remember having recorded any of it. I watched the video of my dick plunging in and out of each of the four girls' pussies. They were all laying next to each other on their backs, at the edge of my bed, legs up and spread wide. I slowly sank my hard shaft into an awaiting pussy, and clenched the muscles that forced a quick, cock-expanding throb. I heard the grunts and moans of pleasure, after which I pulled out and did the same to the next girl in line. When I got to the end of the line, I went back through all of them, this time giving each pussy two slightly faster in-and-outs. Then again with three quicker pumps, and so on.

The video suddenly cut to a few minutes later, when I was about to cum. I was up to twelve thrusts in Hailey, then pulled out and quickly slid my rod into Megan's lush pussy. I stayed in there past twelve undulations, and I remembered that it was because I was so close to cumming. I couldn't physically bring myself to pull out because it felt so goddamned good! I practically blacked out, but I could still hear the next girl in line, Anna, started to complain that it was her turn. Then she realized what was about to happen.

My hips pushed my cock deep into Megan and held it there, jerking just slightly back and forth as the wonderous sensations rippled through my dick. On the video I could hear myself groan in higher and higher pitches, then pant rapidly and say "Aww FUCK!" as I let loose my sperm. It shot out so fast it almost seemed to burn the tip of my dick. Megan moaned with a broad smile, then a giggle, as she eagerly accepted my cum inside her.

College pussy. Let me tell you gentlemen, there ain't nothin' like it.

But that wasn't even the last scene Anna had recorded with my phone. She swiped to the next clip, where I was blindfolded and giving commands. I lined up all the girls into doggy style positions over the bed. The girls thrust their asses into the air, and a couple of them shook it back and forth.

"Someone take the phone and get this," I ordered. I lined up behind one girl and, with cock in hand, found her pussy. I rubbed the head of my cock on her pussy lips a few times, then pushed inside. More grunts and moans.

After a few slow insertions and near total withdrawals, a female voice said, "Any guesses?"

"Well, let's see," I said as I continued to fuck. "Pleasantly tight, but not really tight, so I'm pretty sure this is not Anna." Two of the girls giggled. "A little more skin around the lips...fantastic contours inside...and she has patience with my rhythm. This is Kaylee, right?" I asked.

"Nope!" two girls responded in unison, giggling again.

"Can I have a hint?"

"Use your hands."

I grabbed the girl's hips for better thrusting, then reached for her tits. My hands found them dangling from her body, bouncing back and forth. I squeezed them gently, then harder. The girl let out a squeal.

"Oh, this is Hailey!" I concluded.

"Yup!" I heard Anna, the current videographer, say. The other two girls giggled.

"I should have known!"

The camera changed hands, and my dick changed pussies. Another girl was already lined up, ready to go doggy-style. With minimal guidance, I felt my way over to her and plunged my wet, veiny shaft into her warm depths. She pushed back onto me, wanting me to pump harder. I did so, but building up to it slowly. We fucked for a minute or so before the girls pressed me for a name.

"Megan," I guessed.

"YES!" The girls said.

I went through all four girls this way, guessing who was who by the feel of their pussies and, if necessary, their tits. I didn't need help when I got to Anna; she is still the tightest pussy I have ever felt, which is one of the reasons why she is still my favorite of the group. But I felt her up anyway, because her tits are so goddamned glorious.

The last girl was Kaylee. I already knew this by process of elimination, but she was begging me to fuck her anyway, and I was not about to refuse. With the blindfold on, I sank my cock into her moist pussy so that I could compare the feel of her vagina to that of the other girls. I enhanced the pleasure for both of us by squeezing her tits. The sensation became even more intense when Hailey got behind me and started licking my balls.

The video cut to where I was jackhammering Kaylee from behind and repeatedly shouting, "I'm gonna cum!" Then, "You filming yet? I can't hold it!" A female voice confirmed that she was filming. Kaylee held a leg up in the air, leaving her to stand on only one foot, while Hailey continued to flick my balls with her tongue. I grabbed tighter onto Kaylee's hips as the video shooter positioned herself right beside my cock for a close-up view. I could see Kaylee's pussy lips grip the length of my shaft as it rubbed in and out. I took a few more quick pumps. With a lengthy grunt I ejaculated inside her. On the video I could see the last two inches of my dick that was not inside her visibly throbbing with each squirt of cum. It recoiled in rapid succession, pumping semen into Kaylee's hot, soft vagina.

"God, that's hot," Anna said as we watched the video.

I agreed by nodding my head. My orgasm seemed to go on and on. Watching it reminded me how goddamned good it felt, the incredibly powerful sensation blocking out the rest of the world while semen lurched out the tip of my cock. My knees were shaking, and just like the shower blow job, I remembered thinking that my legs might give out. The throbbing motion of my cock slowed down and eventually stopped, as did my moaning. It was another minute before I regained my senses and slowly pulled out.

The video ended. I noticed that my dick was now pointing up at full mast and I was softly stroking it. Anna had gotten rather hot and bothered as well: She was rubbing circles around her clit. We looked at each other and, without saying anything, instantly decided to fuck once more. This time we chose the to christen the kitchen. Anna sat at the edge of the counter, spread eagle, and invited me in. I looked at her body, perfect as it was with flat tummy and large perky tits standing out from her torso. Her golden blonde hair cascaded down over the top of her tits as she cocked her head back and writhed her body in anticipation. Her beautiful eyes, normally so round and full, had closed to mere slits.

My member pointed right at her glistening pussy lips, jerking up occasionally in its own anticipation. I pressed the head of my cock against her opening and slowly pushed inside. After all our fucking, she was still wet yet still so tight that I had to push hard to slide into her, inch by ever loving inch. Her pussy contracted around every vein in my slick Johnson as I slowly slid it in and out of her hot box. We kissed and felt each other up as we made love. I occasionally rubbed her clit with my thumb, making her squeal.

She started her Kegel exercises, clenching her pussy around my dick with the tightness of a vice. It was the massage of a lifetime, and it quickly brought me to the brink. I shuttered as another orgasm ripped through me. I grabbed her ass and pulled her toward me while simultaneously pushing my hips as far forward as I could, ensuring that the head of my thick cock was fully six and a half inches inside her while I came. We were both able to watch in detail as I ejaculated inside Anna for the fourth time in the last twenty-four hours. The hot liquid rushed out of my cock with an indescribably pleasurable sensation. I stayed in her for several minutes after I had finished while we kissed our way down from our climaxes.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Holy shit, that is abso-fucking incredible!" said Gene, still with a look of shock on his face.

"I've seen it and I still can't believe it." said Sean. "You have to be the luckiest guy alive, and I hate you."

"Lemme see some more," Russ said, reaching for the phone. But I denied him.

I had shown my friends very short pieces of the "iron cross" scene, just enough for them to believe. I had hesitated to do even that, thinking it might be uncouth, disrespectful, or completely inappropriate. But honestly, if you had an all-night orgy with four hot young women and had evidence to prove it, wouldn't you want to brag about it to your best friends?

You know you would.

I made sure, however, that the videos never saw the light of day again. They remained ever after for my eyes only. I got off watching them from time to time, but I never put them on the Internet or sent them to anyone. After the unforgettable experience I had with those girls, I figured I owed them that decency. Anna and Hailey begged me for copies, but I didn't give in, for fear that it might find its way to Sherry.

As it turned out, Sherry didn't need video evidence to figure out what was going on.

"Hey look," Gene said, pointing to a booth across the room. "It's that redhead that shot you down back at the Wall Nutt."

To be concluded....



The Ski Bunny



She brought her lips back over the tip, kissed it, licked it slowly, then plunged back down, almost all the way to my balls. It was amazing how much of it she could mouth. She started sliding her mouth a bit faster up and down my shaft. Her tongue concentrated on the underside of my cock's most sensitive tip. God it felt good! 

"Holy....Holy shit, Sherry!" I managed to squeeze out between pants. She giggled, obviously proud of the effect she was having on me. Then her mouth gripped my cock tightly and she started humming. She was fucking amazing at this! She had only been sucking me for a few minutes, but I could already feel a massive orgasm welling up inside me. I gripped the edge of the seat with one hand and the back of Sherry's neck with the other, trying to steady myself for what was coming, yet trying to hold out for just a bit longer.

Just then our gondola cabin went over another bumpy tower, and that was all it took. I had no hope of trying to control it anymore. Sherry's tongue was madly flicking my cock as the orgasm began. The incredible feeling built up, built up, built up, and sustained until I wondered how much longer it would last.

"FUCK!!" Beyond that, I don't remember what I said--perhaps nothing intelligible. I do know that I let out a series of rather loud grunts as the cum came racing up my cock, shooting stream after stream into Sherry's mouth. She maintained a vice grip on my dick, sliding her lips even more quickly. My cock continued to undulate, responding to every movement of her lips and tongue and squeezing out every last drop of cum.

The world around me ceased to exist for a few moments. I was in that post-orgasmic state of blissful ignorance to my surroundings. Finally I came to. I was slumped over to the side, leaning against the far wall of the gondola. Sherry was standing at the door with one of the windows down. Her head was craned out the opening, and when she brought it back in, her mouth was empty and her face was clean.

Maybe some unlucky marmot just got a saliva and cum shower.

"Wow, babe," I said, "you've done that before, haven't you?"

"D'ja like that?"

"Ha! What do you think?"

"You must have. I can't remember the last time I saw so much cum."

I laughed and Sherry plopped herself onto the seat beside me. We began to make out again. I could still faintly taste the peppermint of her lip balm. I placed my hand on her crotch and started planning how I was going to thank her. 

Just then I noticed that our gondola cabin had crested the last ridge. I looked back saw the top station approaching. Omigod! I must have missed the three-fourths point while Sherry was sucking me off. The fogged-up windows had also limited the visibility.

"Hey babe," I said, releasing her. "We gotta get dressed."

"Why?" she complained, "You done for the day?"

"No, we're almost at the top. They'll be able to see us soon."

Sherry gophered her head up to see the top station quickly approaching. "Oh, shit." We started to scamper around the small cabin, collecting our clothing and replacing it onto our bodies. As soon as she had put on her sports bra, I stopped and thought of something.

"What's wrong?" She asked. She reached for my pants. "Here, pull 'em up." I did so, but nothing more.

"Do you really want to get out of this gondola?" I asked her.

"No, but do we have a choice?"

"Kinda." I paused. "Gondolas take passengers in both directions, and we've already done our fair share of skiing today, so I was kinda thinking...." I trailed off because I could see by Sherry's brightening expression that she was catching on. Suddenly, our arrival at the top station was nothing to be feared.

She continued with my line of thought: "We've already had our last run of the day."

"Yes! And there won't be many people going down on the gondola."

"And it'll be another 14 minutes to get back down." She smiled broadly. 

"Maybe even more than that," I grinned. I took a $20 bill out of my pants pocket and leaned back into a corner of the gondola cabin. Sherry nestled up against me and wrapped my arms around her sexy tummy.

Our cabin rumbled into the top station, detached from the main cable, and slowed to a crawl. The doors opened automatically and a college-aged lift attendant approached to take our skis off the rack. Then he saw us relaxing against the back wall of the cabin, half dressed, my arms wrapped around this goddess. He stopped short, not knowing what to do.

I held out the $20 bill and declared, "In twelve minutes, the lift will need to be stopped for maintenance. It will take three to four minutes." I left it up to him to come up with a more specific reason for the stoppage. A smile gradually appeared on the liftie's face. He's getting it, I thought. He stepped in just far enough to take the twenty.  

"You got it, chief. Have fun," he said. Our cabin slowly rounded the corner as the lifite walked to the entrance of the control room, where a group of four other bored-looking college-aged lifites soon had similar smiles on their faces. One of them gave me a fist pump.

"Rock the Kasbah!" he yelled. Another gave me a hoot and a holler. As the cabin doors closed, a third yelled, "Don't cum up to the peak to quickly!"

The cabin accelerated, attached to the main cable, and we were off. Sherry looked up at me and said, "That was amazing. You are amazing."

"D'ja like that?"

She turned her body to face me, looked me straight in the eye and said, "Let's fuck."

Yes sir, at age 30, I've still got it.

Chapter 3

Sherry grabbed me and pushed her face onto mine, kissing me like a sloppy wet porn star. I fell back onto the seat, grabbing her ass again for support. I didn't waste time with her pants: My hands darted right underneath. She started doing the same with mine.

We ripped our clothes off much faster this time, even taking our cumbersome ski boots off. Before we had even reached tower #34 we were totally naked except for our thick, high ski socks, and back in each other's arms.

We kissed and frantically felt each other up for another minute or so. My cock was already rock hard again and pressing into her lower tummy. It was simply aching with lust. I was dying to be inside her, but I wanted to pay her back first. I figured that since she had given me a rockin' BJ on the way up, it was only fair for me to return the favor. 

I guided Sherry to sit one of the benches and knelt before her. She spread her legs, held my head, and invited me toward her holy of holies. The curves of her tummy led directly toward a nearly clean-shaven pussy. Only a small landing strip greeted me. I could tell she was about as horny as I was: Her lips were swollen and moist with anticipation. They were radiating the smell of sex.

I started slowly, lightly flicking those lips with the tip of my tongue. She shuttered at the brief teasing.

I teased again. Pause. Then again. Pause.

"Fuck you, Will! Suck that clit!" Sherry demanded.

Who was I to refuse? I dove in with my tongue extended and surrounded her outer lips with my mouth. Sherry spread her legs further and exerted a rather loud moan. I wondered if it was audible to anyone skiing below. Not that I cared.

I ran my tongue up the length of her pussy several times, pressing hard enough to make contact with her inner lips. The musky taste was familiar, but it had been too long for me. I found her clit with relative ease since she was practically pushing it out to me and it was swollen with lust. I spent some time flicking it with my tongue, then ran my mouth up the length of her pussy again, returning to her clit. I did this a few times while Sherry's breathing quickly became heavier and faster. She began to moan in rhythm with her breathing.

I decided to up the ante by placing my right hand on one of her tits. I squeezed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. My left hand went straight for her pussy. I stuck one finger into her hole and gently rubbed the inside of her. It was so smooth and wet I thought I was going to cum just kneeling there. I carefully inserted another finger and continued rubbing. My tongue also continued its onslaught of her clit.

Sherry liked this progression. "Ohyeah! Mmm. Omygod!" Her breathing became deeper and more labored. She moaned with nearly every breath. I could tell she was enjoying it as she ran her fingers through my hair. It wasn't going to take long for her to cum. My tongue flicked her clit like a serpent. I was rubbing it as fast and as hard as I could. Finally her breathing became irregular as she neared orgasm.

"Ohh...Ahh! Oh shit!" Her crescendo was complimented by an involuntary bucking of her hips. I steadied myself and tried to hang on. She grabbed my head with her legs as I pressed my face harder into her pussy. Just then her moaning and breathing ceased, but her hips were still bucking and I could feel her pussy contracting around my fingers. After a few seconds of silence, she let it all come out... 

Violently. Her screams were much higher pitched than her moans, and much louder. My fingers and chin got a good soaking of juice.

Sherry's hips jerked suddenly a few more times as she slowly came down from her high. I finally brought my face away from her and wiped it dry with one of the nylon shirts that had been laying on the floor next to my knees.

I looked out the window at the tower we were passing: number 18. Already halfway down, but it only took Sherry about 7 minutes to cum.

"Whew!" she said, having spent a few moments recovering from her orgasm. "You're good at that."

"I try," I said.

"But you didn't follow orders," she said playfully. "We need to fuck."

I kissed her softly, and without further hesitation I guided her to stand up and bend over with her hands on one of the benches. I stood behind her with my still rock hard cock pointing straight up her back. She widened her opening by putting one leg up on the seat. What a glorious sight it was: My cock as long, wide, and hard as it gets, pointing straight at her beautiful pussy which was eagerly welcoming my arrival inside.

My left hand took hold of her left breast while my right hand guided my cock along the surface of her pussy, just rubbing the outside lips. I pressed forward but stayed outside of her. The top of my shaft rubbed against her moist lips. I was teasing her, and she grew impatient quickly.

"Oh c'mon, Will! Stick it in. We don't have much time!"  

"You really want me to?"  

"God yes!"

"Tell me how bad you want it."

"I want it so bad!" she whispered intensely.

"Beg me."

"Please! Get your dick inside my pussy! Please stick it in now!"

I rubbed one more time, then inserted just the tip and stopped.

"Please fuck me!" Sherry screamed.

With my left hand firmly on her tit, I took hold of her hip with my right hand and slowly pushed my dick into her pussy. It was incredibly soft and warm. It was also wet; so wet that I didn't have to pull out halfway and go in for another, more lubricated push. No, my dick went all the way in the first time. God did it ever feel good!

We both moaned at the sensation. I could feel the walls of her smooth pussy hugging every inch of my cock. Just when I thought I couldn't get any deeper, Sherry pushed back and I could feel myself slide another half-inch into her. I was in up to my balls in ecstasy.

"Oh fuck it's big!" Sherry said, filling me with confidence.

Wrapping my hand around her waist, I slowly slid almost all the way out, then sank in again, a bit faster this time. It almost felt like inserting my dick into her for the first time all over again. I repeated this, increasing my speed with each insertion until I ceased pausing when my dick was fully inside. Soon we found a rhythm, my pelvis gently slapping her butt as my cock stroked itself in and out of her pussy.

We fucked like this until we could both feel the gondola cabin swaying in rhythm to our undulations. Between that, the fogged-up windows, and the rhythmic moaning, we must have been putting on quite a show for any four o'clock skiers down below. Neither of us cared.

I grabbed Sherry's waist with both hands to help increase our rhythm. I watched my cock sliding in and out of her. It was wet with per pussy juice. Finally I stopped and just held myself as deep inside her as I could. I was trying to follow the one lift attendant's advice and not cum too soon.

Still, we didn't have much time. I saw tower nine pass by--nine from the bottom. Sherry must have seen it too, for she stood up which forced me to pull out. She sat me down on the bench and straddled me on her knees, still facing me. My cock was sticking straight up, aching to re-enter her warm, soft depths. Sherry grabbed my shaft from between her legs and guided it in as she slowly lowered herself onto me. We moaned again as the insertion progressed. In a few seconds, her entire upper body weight was on my lap, and I was so deep inside her that I didn't know where my body ended and hers began. I swear I could feel the tip of my dick just barely brush against her cervix.

I dipped my head to get a face full of her tits. She arched her back to give me better access. I found a nipple and began sucking. Sherry began to move up and down on my lap, and I reciprocated with my own hip gyrations. It wasn't long before her butt was once again slapping against my pelvis. Our breathing was heavy and her moans increasing. She was clearly enjoying this as much as I was.

Fucking Sherry felt so goddamned good and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. By the increased volume and pitch of Sherry's moans, it sounded like she was nearing the same threshold. We both grabbed each other with both hands and held on tightly while our hips continued to buck and drive my cock into her pussy faster and harder.

Then I felt that familiar sensation, just starting to build up. "Oh fuck, Sherry," I said between labored breaths. "I'm gonna cum."

"Oh yeah. Do it," she encouraged me.

"I'm gonna cum inside you!"

"Ohh...uhhh...ahhh...omygod!" With each thrust Sherry pushed herself harder and harder onto my cock. For each quick push I only pulled my cock out an inch, then jutting it back in, again and again. I grabbed her tighter as my orgasm descended on me like a plane crash. She squealed as her pussy tightened around my cock. I could feel it quivering in orgasm as the insanely intense sensation of my own cumming gripped my entire body. Spurt after spurt of cum shot up my cock and landed deep inside her pussy, right past her cervix. It just kept coming.

"Ohh! Oh, God! Oh fuck!" More and more shots. I grunted with each one. I was shocked at how long it lasted.

Slowly, our orgasms subsided, and our hips stopped bucking. Still holding onto each other, our lips found each other and we thanked each other with deep kisses.

Eventually I noticed that the faint hum that usually accompanies the motion of the gondola was absent. I looked around and noticed that we had stopped moving. The liftie had done his job.

Sherry finally interrupted the silence. "How long have we been stopped?"

"I dunno," I replied. "Sure am glad we did."

"No kidding." She kissed me again.

Just then the gondola shook as we began to move again. That was our two-minute warning. I was still inside her, gradually softening. Sherry slowly stood up and we began to sort out the clothes that had been strewn around the cabin. We had barely gotten them back on when our cabin rumbled into the bottom station, detached from the main cable, and slowed to a crawl again. The doors opened automatically as Sherry and I quickly put our feet back into our ski boots, not bothering to buckle them.

Two young lift attendants had already approached with large smiles and were taking our skis out of the rack for us.

One of them looked at me, knowingly. "Hey there, rock star! Have a good ride?" The lifties at the top station must have called down. 

"Ooo yeah," I said. "Great ride, thanks." I remembered that our cabin's windows had fogged over, and compared to the fresh air of the open station, it reeked of sex.

"Best gondola ride ever!" Sherry noted. She cheerily took her skis from the attendant and gave him a peck on the check.

I tipped him $10, partly to thank him for going along with this craziness, and partly to show off to Sherry. We walked out, placed our skis in a crowded rack, and sat down in the nearest bench. I put my arm around Sherry. She held me with both arms and nuzzled her face into my chest. There was still so much about this woman that I didn't know. It still didn't matter much. Yet.

There was a rather active après ski scene going on at the bar across the walkway, and we simply watched.

"Dinner tonight?" I asked.

"I'd love to," she said. My three favorite words.