8 comments/ 64417 views/ 2 favorites Weekend on the Mountain Pt. 01 By: Guyanonymous CAUTION: This story contains scenes that arouse the author and may make you horny as well. All characters are fictional, and not based on people the author thinks are really hot and sexy. For example, Sarah does not have a dog like um...well Sarah does not have a dog. Enjoy the story only if you're allowed to wherever you are, or can read it without getting in trouble. If you do get in trouble, the author can be found in Istanbul if punishment is involved. If you would like to send the author gifts or money, he can be found in Victoria, BC. REQUEST: Feedback is appreciated, as are future story ideas. EXTRA REQUEST: Interested in having your photo taken....message me. Weekend on the Mountain Pt. 01 "I love that skirt!" "...and I felt his hands on my calves. I looked over my shoulder at Simon, and he looked back, not saying anything, as he slid his hands up the outsides of my legs, under my skirt, and took hold of my panties. He pulled them slowly down my legs, and neither of us said another word," explained Karin. "We went out that night and I was constantly turned on thinking about how exposed I was. I was constantly thinking about how I was sitting, and even got brave enough to flip up the back of my skirt a few times when Simon was behind me and I thought nobody else was looking – and sex that night was amazing too." "I sense you two were onto something, but...well...you were liking it?" "It was amazing, and we started playing more with clothes that could be revealing Lots of buttons that could be left undone, and slits that could be peeked through – even thin fabric that you could see through. Knowing that people were catching glimpses of my breasts, and seeing up my skirts made Simon hot, and made me even hotter. Anyway, I don't know what else to say, but now that Simon's gone, I'm not about to stop, as I've found something I love to do. I love the feeling of control I have when I exhibit myself like that." "God, I can't imagine doing anything like that myself," "I think I could do almost anything," Karin replied. "I bet you couldn't spend the whole weekend without any underwear on!" "Mmmm...I like that idea...I'll take your..." "Wait, I was just joking," "Too late – but what happens when I win, because I know I will...let's see..." "Wait..." "Nope, it's a done deal," overpowered Karin, "It's Friday now...if I don't wear any underwear – bra or underwear – the rest of today, I get to dress you tomorrow, and I get to do the same Sunday when I don't wear anything Saturday either. Don't bother arguing – you made the bet, and the terms are set." "Um...er...Karin, I don't know if I can do that...um...and you're wearing underwear now too." "That will be fixed in five minutes – come on!" I quickly grabbed my pile of books and moved to another isle, where I bumped into Sarah. "You look like you've been up to no good," Sarah said staring straight into my eyes. And I couldn't deny she knew as I saw her eyes drift down to my bulging shorts, and back up to my face. Her cheeky wink, told me she knew I was up to something. I was blushing and just walked away shaking my head. At that moment, Karin and Ondrea found me and Sarah, who was following close behind me trying to catch up. Karin said that the two of them were going to the clothing consignment shop next door and did we want to meet them there when we were done looking at books. Sarah left with them, and I raced to the counter to pay for my books. I'd only spend $7.50 of the $20 I had planned to spend, but I didn't care. This was no time for fulfilling my good samaritan needs, there was sexual tension in the air. I was out the door and walking into the clothing shop next door as quickly as I could. It was all I could do not to scream at the volunteer clerk, "Hurry up! I've gotta get next door to the sexy women!" I was somehow able to resist, though I don't know how. Weekend on the Mountain Pt. 02 CAUTION: This story contains scenes that arouse the author and may make you horny as well. All characters are fictional, and not based on people the author thinks are really hot and sexy. Enjoy the story only if you’re allowed to wherever you are, or can read it without getting in trouble. If you do get in trouble, the author can be found in Istanbul if punishment is involved. If you would like to send the author gifts or money, he can be found in Victoria, BC. REQUEST: Feedback is appreciated, as are future story ideas. EXTRA REQUEST: Interested in having your photo taken….message me. *** I realized that I would probably be a bit too obvious if I tilted the rear-view mirror such that I could stare directly at Karin, or rather at Karin’s lap, so I resisted. I also resisted turning around every ten seconds to look directly at Karin in the back seat. The fact that she was without underwear, sitting with her bare ass on the back seat of my car kept me perpetually aroused. Luckily I was sitting such that my shirt covered the obvious bulge in my pants. Sarah sat beside me, and was leaning against the window, her head nestled between the window and the head rest of her seat, facing inward. Her sunglasses prevented me from knowing if she was asleep, but I thought she was. Karin and Ondrea were relaxed in the back seat, and I could hear them shuffling around and the odd whisper over the music. I’d glance back and smile every once and a while, but tried to be too obvious in that I was hoping for another glimpse of naked flesh. I was sure I was hearing a giggle now and again as I turned back toward the road and kept on driving. I finally had to shift my swollen member, and tried to do it subtly with my left hand so that nobody would notice. I finally managed to place my cock in a comfortable position within my shorts, and went back to driving. I swore though that “sleeping” Sarah’s expression changed quickly as I finished and I saw a little pink tongue moving back into her mouth. *** The remainder of the drive to Mt. Washington was rather uneventful. That is to say, I concentrated on the road as much as possible, and the previously described patterns continued. I was thinking about what had passed so far, and remained hard, with my balls aching. I was excited about the flesh I had so far seen today, and the prospects of seeing more; I was also thinking hard (no pun intended) about the idedas of being seen by others. Sarah’s seeing me shifting my cock in my pants compounded with my overhearing Karin’s conversation with Ondrea about how she got turned onto exhibitionism really had me worked up. My mind was beginning to fill with scenarios that involved my seeing the women exposed in various states of undress and also scenarios that might involve me being seen by them. I was stolen away from my arousing dreams by our arrival at Sarah’s Cabin. Sarah’s cabin was not right on the main part of the Mountain, but rather set in a more private area on its own. We were able to pull up right in front of it, and I backed in so that the car could easily be unloaded. I put my hand on Sarah’s knee and after she failed to respond, I gently massaged it. She let out a soft growl, and reached up lazily to pull her sunglasses forward. Looking over her glasses she told me, “If you don’t stop, you might end up doing that all weekend.” I smiled and drew my hand away, tracing my fingers along her leg. As the connection was broken, I winked, and opened the door. As I stood up, my previously comfortable hard cock was forced in a direction it shouldn’t go and I quickly doubled over using the blazingly fast reaction times all men are able to call forth to protect their twig and berries. Idquickly shifted my unit as I stood back up so that it was lying more comfortably, and hoped that my shirt covered it. I looked toward the car, and the girls who were climbing out. Well, Karin was climbing out as was Sarah, but Ondrea was looking straight out the window at my crotch, seeing I was standing right there. I froze for a second, and decided to not say anything. I moved to the back of the car to start unloading as Sarah went to unlock the cabin. Karin waved her arms above her head to get my attention, which it did as her skirt was raised precariously high, and I was again able to see her silhouette and the shadows of her nipples through her translucent shirt. “Dave, don’t you lift a finger. You drove us all the way here and I think it’s only fair that we do all the unloading. You go sit there on the stairs and we’ll do everything while you supervise.” I was only too happy to accept the offer. *** I sat down on the lowest step and leaned back, my arms on the step above. I stretched my legs out, and basked in the sun. Don’t think I took my eyes of these girls for even a second though – I recognized a good opportunity to take in a beautiful view. Ondrea was leaning into the trunk pulling out our stuff. Her tight blue bikini shorts must have ridden up while we were driving. Even more of the moons of her ass cheeks were peeking out – amazingly smooth, and begging to be caressed. Even more eye-drawing to me, though, was the dark patch between her legs – was she aroused thinking about her bet with Karin – which was enhanced the way the fabric was pulled up between her lips. It was, indeed, the perfect cameltoe. Karin, to my disappointment wasn’t doing the same stretch with her ass pointed out toward me. This disappointment didn’t last long, though, as she was taking the luggage that Ondrea unpacked, and taking them up the stairs into the cabin. My eyes drew toward her as she neared, her skirt swaying, her hips moving seductively. As she walked up the steps near me she began speaking, “This should take a minute, just sit and relax – in fact, Sarah will bring you a drink.” This gave me an excuse to keep looking at her as she stepped beside me and then started to move above me, “Thanks, that’s um…great.” I was briefly flummoxed as she stepped up and past me, as I was treated to an amazingly enticing view of her light brown triangle of pubic hair. She wasn’t a hairy person, in fact, it was more a slight covering that started above her lips and covered only a small triangle. Her lips were glistening as she walked past, and – I swear – slightly parted and flushed with arousal. As I leaned back looking up her skirt and my view of her pussy changed to one of her rounded ass, I saw Sarah coming out of the cabin shaking her head at me…she knew what I’d done. I momentarily panicked that she’d call me on it and embarrass me, but relaxed as she handed me a Smirnoff Ice, “Here you go, time for you to cool off.” As she said this, she pulled a clear jug of water and ice from behind her back and poured it on my head and body, and, again, I’m sure, dumping most of it on my crotch. My nipples became instantly hard, so that my cock wasn’t feeling alone anymore and I jumped up to give chase. I ran past Ondrea who was just depositing the last of the luggage on the living room floor and I caught Sarah a few seconds later in a gentle bear hug. I didn’t give thought to the fact that she could feel my hard aching cock pressing into her butt, as I was too caught up in the chill I felt from the cold water. She squirmed in good fun as I pulled her over to the couch and pushed her down on back. I straddled her legs just below her hips and held her wrists tight. She and I were both laughing as I asked her how she liked the feel of something so cold. I held the sweatingly chilled bottle of Smirnoff Ice over her right arm, which, along with her left, I held above her head with my free arm. I lowered it slowly as she shrieked, and then touched the side against the inside of her upper arm. She screamed as it touched and squirmed all the more, “I’m sorry…..hmmhahaha…stop….” Karin and Ondrea had since followed us in to watch, and were pointing and laughing at Sarah’s well deserved comeuppance. I did a double take as I realized that Ondrea was absentmindedly stroking her left breast with her hand, and recognized that something about this was turning her on. I turned back toward Sarah who was squirming a bit more and told her she’d suffer the way I’d suffered as I held the bottle to the side of her beautiful neck. The cold perspiration of the bottle had it’s desired effect. I then moved it down her neck to her bared left shoulder, dragging it slowly, leaving a glistening trail of cold water. Sarah was still squirming, but it was more from her hips than her whole body now, and as I leaned over her, I could feel her body moving against my cock; it didn’t matter to me whether I was imagining it or not – it felt amazing. I laughed aloud and checking that Karin and still-touching-her-self-and-now-flushed Ondrea were watching and approving with their laughter. I lifted the bottle up and lowered it slowly as Sarah looked quivering in, well, something, “Sarah – you got my head and neck wet…my shoulders wet, and you made my nipples hard enough to cut glass.” With that I lowered it onto her right nipple, which was already hard, and held her shirt tight for a moment. I repeated the same with the right as she cried out, “Enough! Stop! Please!” As I drew back laughing, and pulled myself free from Sarah, I was drawn to the dampened rings on her whit shirt, her nipples plainly visible in their brown beauty. They were now hard as diamonds, and Karin wasted no time in pointing this out as Sarah started laughing again and told me, “Ok… you got me fair and square…but watch out, this means war.” Sarah quickly covered up as we all started laughing – Ondrea had stopped caressing her breast at some point – and Sarah turned to me and said, “You shouldn’t laugh, you’ve got something hard going on too.” The three girls were now staring at me, well, not me so much as my bulging cock. The shorts were soaking wet and clearly outlined my truly aching penis. I just shook my head and said, “Um…sorry, I guess with the heat and um…” “Don’t worry about it Dave, its ok. Everyone gets them now and then.” This was from Ondrea, the shy one, and we all turned to look at her in shock that she’d say anything about something sexual in front of me at all. She was still looking right at my wet-cloth-covered-cock, which didn’t help matters for me, when she realized we were all staring at her in amazement. “Well its true isn’t it?” I shook my head grinning with excitement and embarrassment and stood there during a very long moment of silence. I don’t think any of us knew what to say, but finally Karin broke the silence as she picked up my bag from the ground and threw it at my chest, “Go cool off in the shower big boy.” And with that comment, we all broke into laughter as I turned and went toward the bathroom. *** I closed the bathroom door behind me and leaned up against it, my bag in my arms. I was flush and breathing quickly. Hmm….breathing fast – air; flushed – fire; I was soaking wet – water; and I was rock hard – earth; all the elements at once. OK that wasn’t actually going through my mind then…but thinking back now... I stood there for a second with my heart beating in my ears. I finally stood up straight, dropped my bag and started pulling off my clothes. I hung my shirt over the bar on the back of the door and my pants hung from the doorknob. My underwear, I lay across the sink by the door. I reached into the tub and turned on the faucets, mingling the hot and cold water to a tepid temperature. I stepped into the tub and slid the glass shower door shut. The water cascaded over my body and I just closed my eyes, and leaned my head back under the spray. The water felt amazing, cooling my body down without causing me to go into shock. I stretched my muscles and worked out some of the kinks gathered from the long drive up. I grabbed the shampoo that was there, some fruity scented stuff, and lathered up my hair. I felt so amazingly relaxed under the water, and just stood there, enjoying the feeling. I started thinking back over the day so far. Stolen peeks at Sarah’s flesh at her house; the discussion of Ondrea and Karin in the book store; Karin’s exposure; my secret videoing in the car; seeing Sarah’s nipples through her shirt; feeling her body against mine; the girls all seeing my hard erection through my wet shorts. All these memories combined to make my still hard cock even harder, and my hand slowly reached down. I started stroking slowly, the tension building fast. I was broken from my reverie by some noise and the girls laughing through the door. I realized where I was and turned to rinse the shampoo out of my hair and off my face. As I did this I reached down and turned the hot water down. I did so at a slow enough rate that I wasn’t shocked by the cold, but I did feel it. And it had the desired effect of reducing my erection. But God, my balls were swollen. After a few minutes of my frigid relaxant, I stepped from the shower, tension in my neck and shoulders (from driving released), tension in my genitals somewhat held in check. I reached for the pile of towels I’d spied on the shelf by the sink only to find it empty. My shirt, my shorts, and my underwear – even my bag – were gone. Now I knew what the burst of laughter I’d heard was all about. At that point it didn’t cross my mind that someone had to have come into the bathroom while I was showering, behind clear glass doors, and taken all the clothes. I paused for a sec laughing at my predicament. Then I paused again realizing I was naked, in the bathroom, with nothing to cover myself up with. And three absolutely gorgeous women were outside the room, fully aware of my situation. I stood, dripping on the floor – the bathmat was even gone – and realized I’d stood there, eyes shut, savoring the wonderful water on my body totally ignorant of the mission they’d undertook successfully against me. It didn’t escape me that this was, in fact, a fantasy of mine, and that I loved the idea of being caught naked like this, and being “forced” to expose myself. Now that it was here, I didn’t know what to do. *** Thinking about my dilemma and the humiliation of walking out there was getting to me – and I mean in a good way. My recently subdued cock was starting to rear it’s purple head. I decided to open the door a crack and see if they were all standing there waiting for me. I slowly turned the handle, and pulled the door inward just opening it a crack. I put my eye to the crack and looked out into the hallway – totally bare. They’d even removed the carpet. I could see the open door to what was usually my bedroom halfway down the hall and considered making a break for it. I considered that if I was careful, I could make the room without them knowing I had opened the door…I just had to be quiet. Well, I’m sure you can guess what happened, but you’d be wrong. I made it down the hall to the door and peeked around the corner into the room. It seemed empty and I started to reach toward the handle of the door to push it open all the way and enter. “Say Cheese!” A flash at the end of the hall went off as one of Sarah took a photo of me standing there naked, penis at full mast. I reached for the door again just as it slammed shut and I saw a string tied to the knob leading down the hallway. I didn’t know what to do as the flash went again. I was like an aroused deer in the headlights. I flattened myself against the wall, pressing my cock against my belly. And the flash went again. Just then Sarah ran past me to the bathroom, her body brushing my ass as she ran. The three of them were laughing as Sarah blocked the door. It was only then that I noticed that Ondrea was at the end of the hall with my Video Camera, filming the whole embarrassingly erotic experience. “Come on you guys, a joke’s a joke, and you got me good, but where are my clothes?” The three of them all started laughing, and I couldn’t help but notice Ondrea massaging her breast again with her free hand. “Out in the living room Dave, which is where you’ll be sleeping this weekend. Each of us each gets our own private room this trip,” spoke Sarah, a glint in her eye. I made a break for it then, covering as much of my groin with my hands as possible, running toward and then past Karin and Ondrea, the flash going again and again on Karin’s camera. I saw my bag with my clothes on top sitting in the middle of the room, and I quickly grabbed my shorts, forgoing my underwear, and pulled them on. They were actually warm to the touch, and I realized that the girls must have put them in the dryer while I was finishing my shower and getting up the nerve to escape the bathroom. I turned to find the women clapping as Ondrea handed me my video camera. “Nice job there Dave, you really can run quick when you need to,” Ondrea said. “Sorry, we had to get you back for what you did to Sarah,” came from Karin. “And I wanted to see something of yours since you showed everyone something of mine!” laughed Sarah. “Ha Ha…ok, now you’ve all done it, don’t think I won’t get even….somehow,” was all I could come up with, standing there in my tented shorts, quivering in embarrassed excitement. *** They started laughing. “Sure you will.” “Not with the three of us working together.” “Mmmmmm” We all did a double take at that as we turned to Ondrea who was still, absentmindedly massaging her breast. She stopped suddenly realizing we were all looking at her, and all of us burst into laughter together. “The least you three can do is to cook me dinner now.” “Fair enough,” said Sarah, as she walked up and pushed me over the arm of the couch, “Something nice and tender, coming your way, and here’s your drink to help keep you cool.” She handed me my Smirnoff Ice, that I’d left untouched, and I found it was still cold – the must have put it back into the fridge. I grabbed my shirt, lay back on the couch, my legs over the arm, and closed my eyes. To them I was just resting, but I was really reliving the last 10 minutes and the emotions and feelings that were still coursing through my body. The three of them went about organizing the place. The supplies were unpacked, the bags distributed to their respective bedrooms. Aside from the one bedroom off the hall, there was one large and another small one off the living room. I would peek out from under my eyelids as I heard them move about. At one point I looked over toward the kitchen to see Karin bending over at the waist, her edible ass pointed toward me, as she emptied a case of beer into the fridge. Her skirt had ridden up and I could see most of her ass, and, more enticing, her lovely, still engorged lips aiming back at me. I didn’t move, and I don’t think I took a breath in those 20 seconds, but then I heard Sarah whisper sharply, “Hey, what happened to your underwear girl?” Karin stood upright at that and smoother her skirt down over her cheeks. “Sorry, I forgot, um….sorry.” She cast her eyes down, hidden slightly behind her hair, and I swore she looked out of the sides of her eyes to see if I had seen. Sarah’s return whisper, which was still loud enough for me to hear, was cut off as Ondrea turned on the stereo and Abba started pumping out. Sarah and Karin got close together and spent a song or two talking. Sarah’s eyes got big once or twice and she looked in my direction now and then. I still feigned my restful eyes-closed state, just moving my right foot in time to the music, my drink coming to my lips every minute or two. I couldn’t see her, but Ondrea was dancing around behind me, I think, as I could her bumps on the floor, more in sync with the music than my own foot-jiving was. I have to admit, I have no sense of rhythm at all. My friends laugh as I can only clap by visually watching other people clapping, not by actually finding the beat in the music itself. Weekend on the Mountain Pt. 02 My arousal had finally subsided somewhat, and I decided to get up and do something constructive. I opened my eyes fully and started to get up off the couch. Ondrea was indeed dancing away behind me, her shirt now unbuttoned and her arms up in the air. I could now see her blue bikini that had lain hidden all day behind her white peasant blouse. It wasn’t a tiny string bikini, but rather matched her shorts-style bikini bottoms. It hugged her small breasts tightly though, and showed them off to good advantage. What really froze my attention for a few minutes though, were her nipples. They stood out at least a centimeter and were a centimeter across. They were amazingly defined by the fabric of her bathing suit top, and I could see, surrounding them, the raised bumps defining the outer edge of her areolas. I suddenly realized I was staring and looked away as quickly as I could. Despite her dancing, I think the smirk that briefly crossed Ondrea’s face meant I’d been caught. She kept on dancing though. Karin and Sarah, in the meantime, had finished their little chat and had finished unpacking everything in the kitchen. There were no chores to do, nothing to unpack, and it was time for the relaxation to begin. I decided it was time to try to forget about the sexual antics that had come before, and to just work on having a great time with a great friend, and some relatively new friends. Nothing sexual at all. Yeah right. *** Weekend on the Mountain Pt. 03 CAUTION: This story contains scenes that arouse the author and may make you horny as well. All characters are fictional, and not based on people the author thinks are really hot and sexy. Enjoy the story only if you're allowed to wherever you are, or can read it without getting in trouble. If you do get in trouble, the author can be found in Istanbul if punishment is involved. If you would like to send the author gifts or money, he can be found in Vancouver, BC. REQUEST: Feedback is appreciated, as are future story ideas. EXTRA REQUEST: Interested in having your photo taken in fun and creative ways...message me. *** The evening continued in relaxed way. We sat around joking, talking, sharing stories and just plain having fun. None of us alluded to the earlier goings on – I think that we were hesitant to bring it up again. After an hour or so of this easy camaraderie, Sarah asked us if we wanted to play a game. We all said sure, and Sarah jumped up and walked over to the shelves at the side of the room. She stood looking at a wall full of board games. Her family had the place well stocked. Monopoly, Scrabble, Cranium – all the old and current classics. Sarah was reaching toward the top shelf, and I couldn't help but appreciate the curve of her back as she stretched. I was, though, more appreciative of the moons of her ass ass they peeked out the bottom of her now stretched cutoffs. I broke my stare for a moment and looked at the others – Ondrea wasn't paying much attention as she held her cold beer bottle against her neck – Karin was, however looking at the same sight I was. I can't be sure she was looking at Sarah's ass – but she was looking in that direction, and she wasn't looking up toward what Sarah was reaching for. Sarah stopped reaching and asked me to come over and help. I got myself up, glad that I hadn't developed another erection, wandered over and gave her the look, "OK, what do you need?" Sarah asked me to reach for a game in a pink box – the title Pass Out on its side. Sarah was between the shelves and I, and I stretched out to reach the game, purposefully pushing trapping her soft beautiful body between me and the wall. I reached higher, and could feel the firmness of her breasts pushing into my chest. I grabbed the game, not really hurrying, and pulled it down. She looked at me and whispered, "Thanks" in a breathy way, and then jabbed me in the gut with two fingers and a laugh. We returned to the rest of the group. Karin and Ondrea has dragged over a coffee table to play on. They sat on the couch, leaving an easy chair for Sarah and the floor for me. At least that's the way it turned out, since Sarah took the chair. Sarah had taken the game from me as I sat, and explained the rules as she pulled out the board and pieces. Pass Out was a British game that, as you might have guessed, was a formalized drinking game. Each of us received a playing piece of a different colour. Surrounding the board were many squares, most of them saying things like "Yellow take a drink" or "Blue take a drink" or "All take a drink". It wasn't a complex game. There was a bar you got sent to instead of Jail. There were Pass-out cards which told you to "Skip a drink", "Advance to the next Green Take a Drink Square" or even the more complex "Take 7 Drinks and move to "Start Here" square or Take 2 drinks and move forward 3 spaces, or take 1 drink and kiss your partner". I can't remember what it took to actually win the game – we never got that far, but every time you passed start, you had to say a tongue twister from the Pink Elephant Cards...things like "Does your shirt shop stock short socks with spots?" If you screwed up, as I was prone to do, you had to take a drink. And repeat until you got it right. The game was an aid to getting drunk. What made us all laugh, though, was the final warning in the instructions which stated: NOT INTENDED FOR USE WITH ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES. Well, we all started playing. I admit that I wasn't paying a lot of attention to the game. My position relative to the three women I was playing with took care of that. Because they were all seated on the couch or the chair, and I the ground, I was basically looking right at their crotches – if I cared to – which I did. The three of them sat, each enticing in their own way, in a range of relaxed poses. Sarah sat, her legs apart, and elbows on her knees. Her cutoffs were fairly loose the way she was sitting. Her freckled thighs were smooth to the glance and led, temptingly, to the crotch of her pants. I could see the light colour of her panties, which, I though, were either very high cut or thongs. The crease where her leg met her underwear was tempting as one might imagine, her looks cutoffs cut too short to offer any protection. I couldn't help to think what it would be like to slowly slide my hand up there – feeling her heat as I neared her swollen lips. Lightly touching the cotton holding in her lips. Feeling the dampness...oh sorry...you're all more interested in hearing about the game than my fantasies. Ondrea was actually kneeling on the edge of the couch. Her knees, curled under her, actually pushed her pelvis more forward than I'd have though, and the bulge of her pubis was evident. Each time she rolled and I shifted my gaze to her (I didn't want to get caught staring at any one person!) I looked toward the crease in here shorts. To me it looked to be recessed slightly, trapped between her labia, beckoning to me...ready to trap my tongue in her folds much as a black hole would trap a thrusting rocket of ...oh right the game. Well, at this stage it was Karin's turn. She had been sitting on the edge of the couch, her feet on the ground, but carefully keeping her legs together. Well, at least she had been before her third beer during the game. At that stage, they'd slowly started to part, and this provided me with an increasingly open (pun intended) view of her beautiful, lightly furred pussy. I couldn't help but appreciate the fact that her lips, puffy and slightly damp were opening up like a flower. That I knew she knew, inside, what she was doing to me and probably enjoying every minute of it. My eyes moved around the group, trying to glance at their faces as much as the rest of them – which was probably a lost battle. I couldn't help but notice Sarah's eyes as she noticed Karin's display, and was relieved she didn't say anything. It was probably my imagination, but Sarah's legs were a bit wider apart after that, and her panties started to look a bit wetter, and a bit pinker...were they becoming more sheer perhaps? We went around the board many times, and before we knew it, we were all three sheets to the wind. The girls did shift positions now and then...I wasn't always treated to such enticing views. Karin wasn't always bared to me, nor was Sarah. I could, though, have, with the help of a sketch artist recreated perfectly, the beautiful views that had entranced me. Ondrea did, for a while sit on the edge of the couch, her legs spread wide, and her bathing suit most definitely was wrapped around her lips, defining them quite well for the desperate glances I shot their way...er that should be her way. Her shirt had remained unbuttoned this whole time too, here proud nipples remaining defined and on display through her bikini top. I had nothing to complain about her way either. It may seem that this beautiful dreamlike situation lasted for hours...but it was more like an hour. By that time, we'd all lost track of the game, couldn't say a tongue twister if our lives depended on it, and were more interested in the sound of the dice hitting the table than actually moving the pieces. I can't remember who it was, but someone suggested we try another game, and we all agreed. Sarah laughingly tried to put this one away, but for some reason the lid wouldn't fit. It probably had something to do with her forgetting to close the board before trying to fit it into the box. We just put it aside and left it while trying to decide what game to play next. Alas it wasn't strip poker as many of you would expect. We tried playing Clue. Well, nothing much exciting there, but I was treated to more amazing views. As you might imaging, I had been harder than steel for most of this time. I just sat there cross legged, my cock held tightly against my leg by my shorts. If any of the girls cared to look (and I hope they did), they'd have seen it clearly outlined by the cotton fabric. Clue wasn't that exciting, as I said, though I'll point out one nice thing about having Ondrea concentrate while drink and wearing tight clothes. At one point, while trying to see her cards through what must have been blurry vision, she absentmindedly was stroking here breast with her free hand. Her nipples were fully distended, and it was her left nipple on which this hand concentrated. Her index and middle fingers were slowly tracing around the nipple in a clockwise motion which would change ever few seconds to counterclockwise. It probably took her 30 seconds to decide what to do...but it was a good 30 seconds for me. At one point, Karin slurred out a query to all asking the time. "Just after one AM" reported Ondrea, to which Karin laughed, "Time to get you changed then isn't it...er I mean, us to all get changed and ready for bed isn't it." I think Ondrea both went pale and blushed at the same time as she realized that it was technically the next day and that she'd lost the first part of her bet with Karin. Sarah looked curiously at both of them, and just shrugged her shoulders and took another sip of her beer. Karin stood first and reached out a hand to each of the girls, straddling the corner of the table. She was leaning over quite a bit, and I could see her lips parted, and just about came right then and there. She pulled the two of them to their feet and they traipsed off to one of the bedrooms to get changed. I just laid back on the ground....and closed my eyes. Images from the day ran through my head...Sarah's frequent temptations and glimpses of her flesh hidden, yet so available. Ondrea's similar exposures. Karin's definite exposures. My own exposure earlier. That alone kept me hard, and getting harder. I considered the bet between Karin and Ondrea. For each day Karin went without underwear, she got to dress Ondrea for the next day. Sarah must be aware of the bet by now. She seen that Karin was without underwear under her skirt and also under her translucent shirt. Likewise they'd had a good discussion after Sarah first noticed. I listened carefully to the bumps and noises coming from the bedroom. I could here a bit, but not much. After a minute or two I carefully got up and moved toward the room. I put my ear as gently as possible against the door and listened. I could suddenly hear surprisingly well. "I don't think I can do it Karin." "Ondrea, you have to a bet is a bet isn't it Sarah." Sarah agreed, "Yep...and you've seen for yourself, Karin hasn't worn a thing under her clothes all day." "And Dave has noticed too hasn't he...you've been torturing him...his balls must be so sore by now Karin," Ondrea said. I guess I wasn't as subtle as I'd hoped. And my balls were aching and sore. "So we're all in agreement...and you can do it...I'll even up the stakes. If you wear what I tell pick out for all of today, you can pick out what I wear for tomorrow. How's that sound...so revenge can be yours if you want it. Besides...you've obviously been enjoying yourself hasn't she Sarah?" said Karin. Karin and Sarah started giggling to Ondrea's "What are you talking about?" Sarah broke the news, "Ondrea, you've been touching your breasts all night, and your nipples have been constantly on display, not to mention your camel toe." I could feel Ondrea's blush through the closed door. "No I hav....wait..I have...oh my God! Why didn't you tell me I'm so embarrassed...oh my..." "Oh please! David loved it, and compared to Karin, it was nothing." "Yeah," said Karin, "and admit it, you've been liking it. It's obvious. And you are starting to like the idea of showing off a bit aren't you...why else would you be so obviously aroused and caressing yourself all night?" Silence. "Well, maybe a little bit." "Ahah...ok...now what to put you in for bedtime. Something sexy, and teasing, but not too embarrassing for you to wear in front of David." "Oh God, be kind Karin." Sarah, kindly pointed out, "I have my cotton shorts and this t-shirt to wear. What about you Karin, what are you going to wear?" "I've got a t-shirt and panties to wear." Ondrea, though was having none of it, "Um, Karin. Aren't you forgetting something?" "What?" "You aren't aloud to wear any underwear." "But my t-shirt doesn't even cover all of my butt-cheeks. Isn't that..." I'm guessing Karin noticed the looks on the faces of Ondrea and Sarah, "OK..fine. I said I'd do it." A few seconds later Sarah spoke, "See that's not so bad. You can stand there and it's fine. You just can't raise your arms, stand above David, stretch, sit, or really move without showing him, well, everything." "I think it's perfect," said Ondrea with a slight evil quality to her voice. "Fine, but now it's up to me to pick out what Ondrea gets to wear, and don't worry, it involves underwear." More silenced, and then rustling around through a bag – Ondrea's I presume. "And what else then?" "That's it. That's all you get. It's appropriate bed-time clothing." "All you've given me is a pair of thong underwear and a bandana." "Yep." "Sarah, tell here this isn't fair." "I'm not getting involved in this anymore...you're both on your own and both dug your own graves. Besides, I'm enjoying this. Probably not as much as Dave will, but still..." "Besides, we're all going to crash soon, I'm sure. In fact, let's just go out there and tell David goodnight. That's all you have we have to do." Karin's comment was followed by a moment of silence followed by a bold "OK" from Sarah and a quiet one from Ondrea. I moved back to the floor and laid back down, back against the floor, staring up at the ceiling. Waiting. A few minutes later, the door opened and the girls came out. I turned my head toward the door and took in the view. Sarah was in some cotton shorts and a t-shirt, tight against her chest, showing off her firm breasts and currently hard nipples. Karin was wearing a grey t-shirt which came to just below her crotch – barely. From my vantage point, I fancied I might be able to see her pussy if she moved even slightly. It was Ondrea that caught my attention. She was wearing the tiniest pair of black thong underwear I've ever seen. From this vantage point I couldn't see her ass, but the underwear couldn't have been larger than half a dollar bill in the front. The tiny V covered her vagina (unfortunately), but made it obvious that she had no pubic hair at all. The strings supporting it cam up high over her slender perfect hips and wrapped around back. She had the bandana I'd heard about wrapped around her breasts and obviously tied at the back. The girls told me, "We're going to bed David, you get the couch and we get the rooms." I was fine with that, "OK, but aren't you going help me get the couch ready?" I wanted to prolong this moment. And see more of Ondrea's exposed body. Sarah broke the moment, obviously enjoying their predicament. "Sure we will. Karin, you and Ondrea pull out the bed, and I'll get the bedding." Sarah vanished down the hall, and I just laid there, "Thanks so much, I don't think I can even stand up," I slurred. The two of them hesitantly came over. Each walked on either side of me, and I decided to follow Ondrea with my eyes. As she moved past me to the table, I was greeted with a side view. Her stomach was tight and smooth, and her ass was amazingly firm. I looked at the smooth curve as her back flowed in and then out around her bottom. She turned toward me more and I was greeted with a closer view of her tiny thong. The skin of her hips and lower stomach was so smooth as it moved toward her pubis. The black material of the thong was smooth and tight against her flesh. The strings were the only thin distracting me. As Ondrea bent over to get grab her side of the table, the bandana moved away from her body. I think I gasped a bit, as she turned her face sharply toward me. I smiled awkwardly, and she turned back to her task at hand, perhaps trying to move a bit quicker. I had gasped because her beautiful tiny breast had been revealed, the light pink nipple standing proud and true. It was an amazing sight for a breast man such as myself. Her arm blocked my view a bit and I glanced back toward her face. She was actually looking right at me. And by me, I mean the tend in my pants. It was my turn to be embarrassed, but I was also excited, a fact betrayed by a twitch of my cock. I turned toward Karin, to see if she too had noticed my predicament. She was trying to shield herself somewhat. It was funny, after her obvious exposure earlier, she was a bit shy now. She was bending over to pick up her side of the table, but her bottom was facing away from me. None-the-less, I was greeted with the smooth curve of the side of her buttock, and loved every second. The two of them lifted the table up and moved it out of the way. I sat up a bit trying to hide my arousal with my the bottom of my t-shirt and pushed myself out of the way with my feet. Karin and Ondrea put the table down as it was earlier, and came back to the couch. They quickly picked up the cushions and threw them to the side. As Karin did that, I was treated to a full view of her lower torso. Her hair was indeed light blond all over, and fairly sparse. It reached up 2 inches above her beautiful lips. Unlike Ondrea's which, from her thong underwear, I gauged were basically hidden between her legs, Karin's pussy came upword into the front of her pubis a couple inches. It was beautiful and to my eye (which was fixated closely) was glistening. Karin's hand quickly grabbed her t-shirt as she pulled it down to cover her privates. She was bright red, on her face, her, upper chest, and even her thighs. I stupidly said something, "You are dressed for bed I see." It wasn't witty, funny, or even made much sense. Ondrea spoke up, "We all are, only you are still dressed." She quickly went red realizing she'd drawn my attention back to her. At that moment Sarah returned, and walked over, arms full of well, a pillow and a couple sheets. She sighed, "You two are so slow, get out of the way." Sarah quickly pulled the bed out of the couch and walked around the far side away from me. She dropped her load and took the under-sheet and flipped it open, across the bed. "Grab your side Ondrea and tuck it in." Ondrea turned toward the bed and quickly grabbed the sheet. The string of her thong vanished completely between her cheeks. Her tan lines were plainly visible, and as she bent to tuck the sheets in, I was able to see the tight pouch of her thong between her legs, barely containing her lips. I could also see the sides of her breast, on one side, and then the other as she tucked in the sheets. As they finished, Sarah turned to me and told me, "OK, you're all set, get up and get ready for bed." "I'll get ready as soon as you guys leave. I have to get changed.". "Nonsense, we're all friends here, you get ready while we finish making your bed." I hesitantly stood as Karin unfurled the other sheet across my bed and Sarah positioned the pillow. I grabbed my bag and held it in front of me as I searched through it for my pajama bottoms. They weren't there. I'd forgotten them. And I noticed something else. My underwear wasn't there either. Where were they? Even the pair I'd worn up here was gone. It appeared that the only pair of clothes I had for my bottom were the shorts I was wearing. I looked up to see the three of them looking at me. Arms were crossed and they looked impatient. Weekend on the Mountain Pt. 03 "Um...my bedclothes are missing." "That was foolish to forget them. We tossed your underwear in the washing machine with the towels and stuff," from Sarah who I now realized was having a blast. "I guess I'll just sleep in my shorts and t-shirt. Thanks girls. Have a good night." "Actually, we'd better wash those too," said Sarah, "right girls?" "Yes" was the chorus from them. I shrugged, not sure how to respond, letting the alcohol guide my judgment (along with the excitement of being nude again). I climbed onto the bed and pulled up what I discovered to be very thin top sheet over my waist. I felt more comfortable now, and slipped off my shorts and t-shirt and handed them to the girls. Ondrea turned away, once more, and took them out of the room toward the washer and dryer. Sarah had a smirk on her face and was looking toward the tend in the sheets that I tried, ineffectively, to cover with my arms. Karin too was looking there, and, to my cock-hardening surprise, was stroking her thigh, her shirt pulled up slightly, showing more than I think she realized. Suddenly, Sarah turned, grabbed my bag, "I'll just put this out of the way so nobody trips on it tonight," and took it into her room at the start of the hall. I heard the bang of the washing machine lid just before Ondrea returned. She grabbed Karin's arm and pulled her toward the hall, "Goodnight Dave!" they yelled as they flicked the light switch in the hall. I heard their doors shut. Sarah returned from hers a few seconds later, "Do you have everything you need?" "Um....I guess so." She sat beside me on the bed, and leaned close to my face, "I hope so. I know you know about Karin and Ondrea's bet, and I know you're loving it." I felt her hand on my thigh. "I'm going to do everything I can this weekend to make sure you have fun. I'm enjoying it too you know." I turned toward her, a look of confusion on my face. "Not seeing them I mean, but being in control. I also know that you're enjoying being embarrassed and seen naked. I intend to make sure that continues too." I was red in the face realizing that I wasn't a closed book like I thought. At that, she gave me a light tantalizing kiss on the side of my mouth, and stood up. I watched as she walked to the side of the room, flicked the light switch and left me for her room. Left me naked under a light-weight thin sheet, without a stitch of clothing within reach. Damn I was enjoying this weekend. Weekend on the Mountain Pt. 04 CAUTION: This story contains scenes that arouse the author and may make you horny as well. All characters are fictional, and not based on people the author thinks are really hot and sexy. Enjoy the story only if you're allowed to wherever you are, or can read it without getting in trouble. If you do get in trouble, the author can be found in Istanbul if punishment is involved. If you would like to send the author gifts or money, he can be found in Victoria, BC. REQUEST: Feedback is appreciated, as are future story ideas. *** My mind kept churning while the rough rhythm of the washing machine banged on down the hall. Between the two distractions, it took me some time to fall asleep. And when I slept it was shallow, every noise snapping me awake in the dread -- no, let's be honest -- hope that someone was coming in. Without realizing how much time had passed, it became aware of the morning sun, and gave up trying to sleep. What was running through my mind and coursing through my veins was that the girls would be getting up soon. I lay there, trying not to move, keenly grasping for any sound in the cabin. I lay on my belly, my body contorted as though I had one foot on a stool, and was reaching for something above me with my hand. I'd carefully pulled the sheet so that it stretched down inside my body, as though it was a vine I was climbing, and draped across my face allowing me a sliver of sight while providing me with the belief that they wouldn't know I was awake if they looked at me. I was hoping one of the girls might be planning such a visit. I was wrong. Time stretched on for a few hours, and then I heard the crack of a door followed by a quiet yawn and shuffling feet. I tried not to move, despite the entire back of my body bare to the unknown visitor, forcing myself to breathe deeply and rhythmically. I heard the muffled footsteps carry someone into the living room and stop abruptly. It was likely only seconds, yet seemed liked hours, before I heard the feet move again, coming toward my bed rather than away toward the kitchen. My cock, again, began to grow -- the realization coming to me only as it throbbed suddenly against my belly. Shadows crossed my narrow line of vision, and I saw the flesh of naked thighs in front of me. I could see nothing else, but waited patiently as she stood there. I could hear her gentle breathing as she stood a few feet away from me looking down. I decided to shift my position, stretching out my top leg, and pulling the sheets more taught; in doing so, my cock, hard as a rock this morning, sprang free, sliding upward toward my right flank, exposed to my audience between the taught sheet and my torso. I heard the intake of a breath and then nothing. I think we were both holding our breath. I shifted again regaining some modesty, and allowing myself to draw in a gasp after holding my breath too long. A few seconds later I heard feet shuffling away from the bed and back toward one of the bedrooms. I might not ever know which of the women it was. *** I must have dozed off wondering, for I awoke to the sound of voices in the kitchen. I was on my back, the sheet covering most of my body, though twisted around one leg. I tried not to move as I figured out who was in the kitchen. It was Sarah and Karin, and I was able to make out parts of their whispered conversation. "He's out like a light, we can talk here -- what's going on Karin?" "Ondrea came into my room last night before I fell asleep. She is claiming..." "What!? What could be so bad?" "That I said I'd be naked all day today. I only meant I'd not wear any underwear again." "WHAT?" "You know about our bet, right? That If I didn't wear underwear at all yesterday, I could pick the clothes Ondrea wore today." "Hah....yeah, of course I remember...it was fucking hilarious and hot watching you get Dave all worked up through the day." "Um...yeah." "Look at you blush, Kar, look at you blush." I could hear the teasing tone clearly. "She's insisting that I agreed to go naked today as the bet continues." "Where does she get that from?" "Well, she's right in that I did say, that I got to make her dress in what I chose on Sunday quote when I don't wear anything Saturday endquote, but I meant I'd just not wear underwear again." "Karin, Karin, Karin, what do you expect of me?" "Sarah, Ondrea agreed to let you settle it. And, um, you know I like teasing, but I think that me totally naked is way to much." "Ah, and, you are hoping I agree with you." There was quite a pause then, and I could imagine the heat of Karin's blushing and pleading look and even Sarah's grinning expression in return. "So you've agreed that you won't wear anything today at all. THAT'S my decision! Now, since you're going to forfeit the bet, what do you lose?" "I um...well, ah I'm not really for---oh I guess I am forfeiting, but we didn't decide what I'd lose, because I always win bets." "Hmm...so basically you've agreed to an open ended punishment as determined by Ondrea. It's done. I'm the judge." "...but..." "But nothing, you could always just go nude all day and not forfeit. But I think you're too much of a chicken to do that. Are you scared Karin?" At that moment, a door opened, and the girls in the kitchen stopped talking. I still lay there, barely covered by a sheet, pretending to be asleep as Ondrea came into the living room. I heard a muffled giggle, and a snort, and then all three of the women were laughing. I strained to not tense up or even remotely appear to be awake. "He's completely out Ondrea," said Sarah, a thought echoed by Karin. "I cannot believe he was so drunk, he let us take his only clothes. I just can't believe it." Sarah took the lead, "He's so out of it right now we could -- wait, just watch." I heard bare feet on the floor all gather around my bed over the next few seconds. My heart was starting to race again, and I was sure that my cock would start twitching any second. "He's so out of it, I can blow in his ear and he won't wake up." And I few seconds later I felt Sarah, presumably, blowing lightly in my ear. Thanks to her warning, though, I steadied myself, not jerking awake or suddenly shifting. After a few seconds I let out a light groan and flopped my head over a bit. The blowing stopped. "I dare you to kiss his ear," said Ondrea, "or is that something else you're afraid to do?" There was more silence, and I heard some shifting around...and then I felt it, the light touch of lips on my right ear lobe. It was gentle, sensual, and brief. "There, are you happy Ondrea?" They continued their whispered arguing over my prone body. Ondrea threatened Karin, "Hmm, for losing the bet, I think you may have to do a singing strip-o-gram at Sarah's office...or maybe enter the next amateur stripper contest down at Monty's." Finally Karin gave in, "Fine. I will go naked today, so that I can dress you again tomorrow. And don't forget, I get to dress you all day today too. I'm not afraid, and you're going to pay." I think some draws dropped momentarily, nobody really expecting any agreement to take place. "It's you who is afraid, Ondrea -- why don't you show how brave you are by kissing this drunkard on the lips." Ondrea hesitated, "But he might wake up." Again there was silence, and I felt weight on the edge of my bed, and again, lips pressed against my flesh. They stayed longer than they had on my ear, but then pulled away, the light scent of Ondrea lingering. "Easy Karin. What about you Sarah? You're standing there with a big grin on your face, laughing at us. Let's see if you're brave enough to reach under that blanket and give him a stroke?" Karin, laughed, "Yeah Sarah, I bet you won't do it." "Ondrea and Kar, I will, indeed take you up on it, but what will you do for me in return? I feel safe, as I know he's out and won't remember, but if I do this, you owe me one. Want to decide now, or shall I surprise you with it later?" I don't think Ondrea was that worried, as she laughed, "I trust you Sarah -- you and I aren't in the middle of a real bet." At that I felt cool flesh against my lower chest. It slid under the sheet, and I felt it moving down my body, along my hip, and then up and over my thigh. The fingers lightly ran up the inside of my leg, and onto my balls. My cock, now showing definite signs of growth, twitched strongly, causing the sheet to move. I heard the intake of breath from the other women in the room, and felt Sarah's hand move up onto my swollen penis. But then the heaven was taken away, and the sheet went with it. I felt the sheet pulled back, leaving me bared to the room, my cock hard, sticking out from my body toward my chest. "Now come on girls, I've got an idea," Sarah said menacingly. I heard them leave the room to one of the bedrooms. My sheet wasn't on my body and a quick peek from my uplifted head showed it was totally gone from the room. I realized then that Sarah meant what she'd said the night before when she told me, "I also know that you're enjoying being embarrassed and seen naked. I intend to make sure that continues too." *** Weekend on the Mountain Pt. 05 CAUTION: This story contains scenes that arouse the author and may make you horny as well. All characters are fictional, and not based on people the author thinks are really hot and sexy. Enjoy the story only if you're allowed to wherever you are, or can read it without getting in trouble. If you do get in trouble, the author can be found in Istanbul if punishment is involved. If you would like to send the author gifts or money, he can be found in Victoria, BC. REQUEST: Feedback is appreciated, as are future story ideas. *** I lay there, not daring to move. I was listening for any hint of what was about to transpire. I knew they were in one of the bedrooms. I was in a state of rigid attention. On my back. On a fold-out-bed. Int he middle of a living room. Without any sheets. Or clothes. I heard a creak and tensed for a moment before I was able to feign relaxation again. Another creak. "Follow along!" was whispered quickly in my ear. Sarah's warm breath sent a shiver down my body. With barely a second for me to consider what she had said, Sarah calls out loudly, "Giiiirls! Guess who's drunk as a skunk and totally out of it?!" They must have been practically leaning into the room. I had barely opened my eyes in shock as they fell into the room, laughter already spilling from their lips. Somehow the words, "What's goin' onnnnn?" came out, naturally slurred by a tight throat, dry tongue, and misfiring brain. I was quickly realizing that in bright daylight, being naked was a bit different than the middle of the night. I catch on in the minute or so of giggling and laughing that goes on as the girls crowd around my bed. Sarah, I think, wants me to pretend to be drunk. And I've got no better options. And then I realize that one of the women standing over me is naked. Another is in a towel, by all appearances. "K-K-Karin...you're naked. Mmmmmm." "Oh My GOD!" was Karin's reaction as she remembered her state of undress, slapping her hands across her gorgeous breasts. I turned my neck and looked down her body. A hand snapped down, covering her thin forest of light brown hair. "I can explain, um..." Sarah took over at that point, "Dave, focus for a minute. Jeeze, how much did you drink? You puked all over all the bags last night. All of Karin's clothes and most of Ondrea's and mine were covered in your vomit. I can't believe how pissed off I am at you right now. " Sarah paused for a breath. "I'm umm I'm sorry...I had no idea," I slurred, in a hopeful imitation of a drunk. "I'm sorry, um, but um, Karin's naked." I couldn't look away from her blushing, and squirming, and goose-pimpled body. CLAP! Sarah's hands smacked together to get my attention. "Well, aren't you going to say anything?" "I'm sorry everyone....what can I do to make it up to you?" I just lay there...turning my head, with regret, away from Karen's fleshy vista, over toward Sarah's laughing eyes and stern face? "That's up to each of us to determine, and you damn well better do it. You also puked on - or we used cleaning up - every towel and sheet in the place. The only spare is the one Ondrea is wearing, and it's a small one at that." I appreciated Sarah drawing my attention back to Ondrea - clad as she was in what I realized was - I think - an oversized hand towel. She was such a petite woman that I think she'd managed to wrap a hand towel around her. It covered her pussy and breasts, barely...but I could see that her hip came out one size...the top of the towel held together on one side, by a big safety pin. My eyes traced from her slender thigh up her naked hip to a bare rib, realizing that from the side, only the edges of the towel provided slight modesty. "What are you looking at?" Ondrea's snapped comment surprised me, "It's your fault I'm wearing nothing but a too-small towel. Look at this! It doesn't even wrap all the way around me!" She traced a finger up her hip, waste, and lower rib cage - the nude side- poking out the side of her wrapped towel. "I am looking! I'm sorry!" I quivered back, unable to look away. I think Ondrea's sudden overacting was a result of nerves - but it surprised everyone. Karin let out a bark of laughter, and Sarah gasped. Ondrea even looked a bit shocked as I finally forced my eyes to meet hers. In an attempt to buy myself some time to think, I start to sit up shakily, only to let myself drunkenly collapse back. This breaks the sudden tension as the three girls suddenly share a lighter laughter. "I'm drunk." I said it with clear understanding finally sinking in. I had to act drunk. I could do it. "Dave, you're drunk," said Sarah, "and I checked earlier and saw that you'd finished off that half-bottle of tequila that was in the sink. You didn't do a good job hiding the empty bottle." Sarah had obviously done some planning. I had no doubt she'd actually seen an empty bottle somewhere about the place. You can barely sit up." I took the hint and tried to sit up - realizing that I'd almost forgotten I was nude. Almost. My erection was hard to notice, but I didn't really know how to bring it up - so I just tried to act like I didn't know I was naked. I fell back again - moving my glance from woman to woman. "You found the bottle?" "Yes...and it just boggles me how you could go back to drink anything, let alone that much, after getting sick. And it must have been only in the last few hours - which means - God, I can't believe you Dave - that you're going to be drunk for hours. Do you even remember drinking it?" "Um. No...?" I responded, not knowing the right answer. Sarah's smile let me know I'd answered correctly. "I bet you don't even realize you're laying there naked," said Ondrea. The moment had come and I didn't know what to say. I let my head drop, and looked down my body. I was hard and sticking upward at a 45 degree angle...with three sexy women around me looking where I looked. I pushed myself with my feet toward the back of the hide-a-bed, finally leveraging myself upright. It was a good delaying tactic. I turned my head from side to side. "I'm naked." There was more searching of the room with my eyes. "Where are my sheets and even my clothes?" Silence. "I'm naked." I started to cover myself with my hands, only to receive a shout, "STOP!" from Sarah. "David. Don't you DARE cover yourself. Now you listen to me, because this is how it's going to be." I sat there, wondering what was going to happen. So far, I was pleased at being told to stop covering myself. I'd only been doing that as part of my embarrassed drunk roll. I was embarrassed, but was not drunk. And it was a good, wholly arousing embarrassed, which, really was most excellent. "You have caused all of us no end of trouble and we're upset. Karin is without clothes until the washing cycle and drying is finished, and all Ondrea has is this small towel. And while I've got this t-shirt and bikini bottom, I'm out of clothes too. Until each of us is fully dressed - you won't be wearing a thing. And you must do everything we demand of you until then. And consider yourself lucky." She finished coldly, but I could see a warm spark in her eye. I also appreciated the pert nipples poking through her white t-shirt. And I could see, now that I was sitting up, that she was wearing a snug red pair of bikini briefs. "Umm...bu..bu.b." "No buts." "Umm...er...ok." "That's OK. Mistress." "Umm..ahh..ok....Mistress?" I lay there, hard, warming nervously toward what was to come (pun intended - I hoped!). "Y.ye.yes Mistress. Whatever you command?" "That's better. Now girls, I think it's time we washed this guy up. He stinks. What do you think?" A chorus of "Yeah" and "Definitely" came up. I was liking the sounds of this bath I was going to get. "But not inside, " didn't sound good to me, "we'll use the hose outside." It took me a second to realize what was going on. Going outside meant visible from the road. And Karin and Ondrea were actually agreeing to that. Which meant that they would be naked - near enough in Ondrea's case - too. Sarah was really keeping everything going, and the other girls were obviously getting enough out of things too. What a rush. I remembered to stubmle and struggle getting out of the bed, and ultimately found Karin and Ondrea standing close to me, a cool hand on each arm supporting me. I stumbled briefly and stopped myself from falling by grabbing the towel Ondrea was wearing. It was an accident, honest. Well, it didnt' quite pull off before she caught it, and I balanced myself. But it did pull the safety pin completely out of shape. Ondrea fussed, "Look what you've done, now this thing can come undone if I breath too deeply." "I'm sorry Ond..." A cool hand was suddenly gripping my shaft. "...Mistress. How can I make it up to you?" I decided to lay it on thick. "I'll think about it. Now stand up straight you lush. Outside we go." I could see Sarah just outside listening for any cars coming up the road. It was apparently quite and I was led around to the side of the house where the hose was kept. It was a fairly sheltered area, only visible to someone actually coming right into the driveway. The girls gathered round, and I froze for a second, appreciating the smoothness of Karin's naked body, her breasts jutting forward, nipples hard as diamonds in the morning sun. Her light pubic covering glistened near the base, and I could, at least I think I could, see her lips spreading and distending a bit. She just looked at me in return. Mostly at my cock as it throbbed. I didn't know if she could see the throbbing, but I could certainly feel it. I was shocked, though, as a blast of cold water hit me in the back, causing me to arch away in surprise. Ondrea redirected the hose with Sarah manning the tap. As she continued to drench every part of me, I struggled to shield myself with my hands. Suddenly the water stopped and Sarah's voice told us, "David, stop moving. We are here to clean you. Now come stand over here in the middle so we can reach around you with the hose. We'll keep the flow gently. And just to make sure you don't make it take longer than we want, I mean than IT must, I want you to hold your hands clasped above your head." I just stared at her. "Now." I moved my hands above my head while walking bared to all over to the middle of the small clearing. I looked down at myself, my cock, still hard, but now with the skin pulled tight, by balls wrinkled and recessed. It felt amazing. Any shivers from the cold were balanced by shivers of excitement. "We need some sort of soap," Ondrea shared to Sarah and Karin's rapid agreement. In a moment Sarah was back with a bar of soap. She held it out toward Karin and Ondrea. "Here, one of you take it, I don't want to get these clothes wet." There was a moment of silent and I could feel the various power struggles going on around me, all played out with eyes and expressions alone. I could see as Karin gave in, saying that she'd do it - but that, "I get a pass next time." I was torn about how to take that, as it meant that this time she'd be putting soap on me. I was still wet, though it was steaming off my body rapidly. Ondrea returned with the hose which, this time, had a slower run of water emerging rather than blast forth. She drizzled it on my body, holding the hose out. My eyes locked, instantly and the pin holding her towel together, just under her arm. It held. And suddenly I didn't care. I felt Karin's hands on my back, bar of soap held in one. She moved one hand to the front of my shoulder, holding me in place (as though I would move!) as she began to scrub my back, working up a lather. The bar moved, her finger's trailing it. as she covered my back with soap. I basked in the wonderful sensations coursing through my body, my eyes closed, head thrown back in ecstasy. The cold water rinsing away the soap on my back snapped my eyes open, and I moved to the pressure of Karin's hand as she turned me around so that she was facing my front. I met her eyes with my own, and could see the pleasure she was taking in the process. I turned my eyes down toward her body, taking in her flush chest, and firm nipples. It was all I could do to resist leaning over and taking one in my mouth. A firm grip on my chin pushed my eyes skyward and Karin's voice said resolutely, "It is for us to look at you, not for you to get something out of the problems you've caused." She continued as she began scrubbing my shoulders and chest, "Today..um, at least I mean until the clothes are ready, I can't wear any clothes because of you. Don't let me catch you staring at me again." "Yes mistress, I'll try," I responded honestly. She let it go at that. Her hands continued to soap me up, and Ondrea came back in with the hose now and then working to rinse the soap away. As my upper body rinsed clean and I tensed in the hopes that Karin would be continuing applying soap, Sarah called out, "OK. You've done half. Ondrea has to do the next half." "But you said, " Ondrea began. "You just heard what I said, now stop fussing. It's fair, and you know it." Karin looked, at least to me, somewhat disappointed, and I don't' think the wet shine between her legs was from the water. She passed the soap to Ondrea who began to scrub at my feet. But she soon realized that that was hard to do with any dignity. If she crouched, the towel would be pulled away while she flashed her hidden treasures to the world. If she bent forward at the waist, the front of the towel would fall away completely, while her face would be forced immediately into my ass or crotch. For me, really it was win-win. And she obviously didn't want to kneel in the mud. As she moved her hands upward, she took grip of my hip with one hand and began to soap up my waist and upper butt with the other. Her touch was different than Karin's, though I was enjoying it every bit as much. I continued to look upward, resisting the urge to look around me. I was swollen with anticipation and didn't want to pop the cork, so-to-speak. The moment was broken, though, when Sarah spoke again, something that was becoming a doubled edged sword, I decided. It was ending things right before I got the goods, but also constantly leading to something even more exciting. "Stop for a sec girls, look at this." I heard the water stop as Sarah, I guess, turned off the tap. "Look at the mud on his feet, and yours too, actually. See where it's begun to dry on top and where it splattered? It's a cooled crackling texture. I think there's a lot of clay in there." "We've sure made a big mud puddle here, and it's thick too." Karin questioned, "What of it?" I stood there, wondering myself, and not really caring, because I was naked in front of these three women. "I have that photography class coming up, and I bet I can do something with this. I think we're going to photograph Mud Man, a new super hero of the ages." Laughter filled the clearing. I wiggled my toes in the mud, realizing that it was at least an inch deep around where I stood. "Do I get a say in -" "No," Sarah easily cut me off. "This is how you'll be repaying me for you drunken inconsiderate behaviour. I'll be using you, today, as a subject for my next assignment in my photography course. " "Yes mistress." I couldn't resist. I would do anything to keep this ride going, to hell with the future consequences. "So Ondrea, instead of soaping him up, you need to get him covered in clay. But don't start yet. Just rinse him off while I get the camera." The water started again while Sarah ran back inside. I heard her feet pounding from within the building. There was a pause, and the pounds returned along with her. I took a chance and looked around, she was ready, camera in hand. "Now, to get you covered in mud..." said Sarah, "...and that's up to you Ondrea. I must have tensed in anticipation....but instead of hands on my body, I got words in my ears, "OK Dave. I want you to roll in it." Click went a camera. My eyes opened and I looked around. The girls were in front of me, smiles on their faces. Ondrea was just taking a step back from whispering in my ear. Sarah was there, camera to her face, taking a photo of me without any privacy. Karin was just looking, her tongue pushed between her lips, and one hand massaging a nipple. The mud puddle was actually quite substantial, and the continued running of the water only helped it to grow. "Can I have a drink, first?" I asked, hoping to steel my nerves. Karin surprised me by answering, "YES. I think we all need one," as she marched inside, her ass beckoning as she walked around to the front of the house. Sarah continued to take another photo every few seconds, sometimes pointing at my face, others my chest, my feet, my ass, my cock, often close-up, but now and then stepping away. I couldn't help but notice that she was taking pictures of Ondrea as well, though I'm not sure Ondrea realized that fact. She was standing there lost on thought, looking at my body, then away, only to return her glance a few seconds later for a bit longer period of time. By Karin's return, Ondrea was just staring. I was almost dry in the warm sun, and my erection had begun to, um, de-rect. Karin handed me a cold bottle - I don't remember what - and I tossed it back, finishing it in one go. I noticed that three women were drinking theirs just as rapidly. Putting down my bottle, I asked what I was supposed to do. Ondrea took over at this point, "I want you to slather yourself in mud. I want you to roll in it. I want every part of you covered." "Yes, ma'am." I lowered myself to my knees, feeling the cool mud envelop my lower legs...it must have been over an inch deep. I probably had a dazed look on my face, at least if Karin's, "Look how drunk he is, just doing everything we tell him," was any indication. I thought about how I might look from her perspective; I was kneeling in a gooey reddish-brown mud, totally naked, knees apart, and cock sticking straight out. But then I thought about what she looked like. She was as naked as me, but had the upper hand. Any arousal she might feel was relatively hidden, while mine was always obvious. "OK, I'm going to document the transformation from clean to dirty for my assignment." "You want me to cover myself? With mud?" I reached down and slipped my fingers beneath the surface. It felt cool, and as part of my drunken persona, realized that my normal thoughts spoken aloud probably sounded drunk. "Cool. This mud feels cool. I picked up some, realizing that it really was more clay than dirty mud. It was fluid, for sure, but more like thick ketchup than tomato soup. I rubbed some on my arm, smoothing it out and, essentially painting myself. It was chilly to my skin, soothing and relaxing me in my heated state. Ondrea spoke, "But I want you to cover your cock last of all, and when you do, do it slowly so that, um, Sarah can get close-ups for her project." "Um, ok. Mistress." I picked up mud in both hands and proceeded to arch pack and slather it on my chest, smoothing it's buttery texture over my shoulders and then stomach. Sarah took photos, moving close and far, from all angles. Every now and then she or one of the others would tell me, "Freeze," while a specific photo was taken. I would catch glimpses of naked flesh and let my eyes be drawn toward it. Ondrea was careless with her towel, and it frequently failed to cover her hip, her thigh, and now and then her sweet pussy. Karin's total exposure was, it seemed, comfortable to her, though I swear she glistened, and her nipples were constantly hard. Now and then I was sure I'd caught her stroking her breasts and once her, I hoped, wet mound. I realized that I couldn't cover my back with the mud with my hands. I lowered myself to the ground, feeling my ass cool as it touched the mud for the first time. I awkwardly lay back, pivoting my legs around - wishing I had some sort of dance skill. I began to close my legs, only to be stopped with a snapped, "No. Leave them apart." Weekend on the Mountain Pt. 05 I kept them spread as I picked up and continued to smooth the mud up and down my legs, careful to avoid my penis. Click. Click. Sarah continued to take images. I layback now, lowering myself slowly into the mud until completely horizontal. I was a Y in the mud, my head the base. I looked up for a moment, pausing to relax in the moment. I felt so free, so unencumbered. I could do anything I was told to, as it was out of my control. I was loving being exposed to these three women, feeling safely at risk - if that makes any sense to you! I let my head sink into the mud, feeling the wetness soak into my hair, my head cooling instantly. I raised my arms from my sides and began to massage mud into my hair carefully onto my face. I was soon covered head to toe, bar my cock and ball, in a rich smooth layer of reddish-brown mud. "Stop for a minute," said Sarah, "I want to get some close-ups." I lay there on my back, again, an inverted Y. I waited, my eyes flickering from side to side to see what was going on. Sarah was standing above me, and I luxuriated in the sight of her pink bikini bottoms form-fit around her pubis....the moons of her ass smiling at me, her pale freckled thighs begging to be caressed. I was frozen in time, it seemed, appreciating the curves of her bikini as it followed her lips, detailing each crease...and then I looked upward and realized that I could see right up her shirt...the full undersides of her breasts bared to me in the light filtering through her white t-shirt. She crouched then, taking her first photo, looking down my mud covered body. "I love the way the warm colours of your cock stand out against the mud..." Click. I lay there, not wanting the moment to end, and relaxing enough that my erection began to fade. Sarah must have taken a few dozen photos of every part of my body from close and far as I lay there, though a great many involved my cock as it changed state. Now and then, I'd give it a twitch to say, "Hello!" which the girls thought was hilarious. "OK, Dave, I'm ready for you to finish covering yourself. Wait, I think that was supposed to be Ondrea's job. Ondrea, no shirking this time." Sarah sounded serious by the end, serious enough that Ondrea was soon standing over me, looking nervous in her small towel. And completely shaved under her towel. Her smooth lives were shiny and inviting. My tongue tasted the mud on my lips before I recalled it inside my mouth. Her smooth tanned thighs drew my eyes repeatedly back to her lick-able lips. She let out a prolonged sigh - of anticipation of being resigned to the task, I was not sure. And, at this stage didn't care. I began to turn my head to follow her as she stepped down the left side of my body. I felt two hands on either side of my face as Karin turned it to face straight up again. She was crouched by my head, but back far enough that my eyes couldn't find her pussy. They could, though, find her breasts, which I feasted upon, the pert nipples almost letting me forget Ondrea's body and my own nudity. Almost. I was again getting hard. "Now, now, Dave," Karin whispered, "no looking, in fact, close your eyes this instant." I did as told. "Whatever you say," was my slurred response. The hands moved away from my face, but in the process, a single finger caressed my lip as it was drawn across. It may have even paused for a moment. I wasn't sure, because at the same time, I felt Ondrea's fingertips touch my penis. The touch was tentative at first, but that soon changed as I heard a low, "Mmmm," and fingers and a thumb firmly took my shaft to hand. Soon a firm warm grip held my up, and I was swollen to full capacity. I heard movement around me and the sounds of Sarah's camera. I didn't dare move. Now and then a quite request from Sarah, asking her to move me around, to shift her position, to slide her hand up and down, to stand a certain way, and, with a laugh, "Maybe you should start applying mud now." "Oh my God. I um, was just getting him hard so the mud will cover everything." Another hand joined the first, this time, with cool mud. The two hands began to stroke my cock, to gently massage my balls, and to polish my head with a wonderfully smooth motion. I was completely covered in mud. Suddenly, giggling took over from all three girls, and I dared to open my eyes. Ondrea had been leaning in, it seemed, to stroke me more, and had lost her balance. She was arched across me in a bridge, with her feet on one side of me, and her arms on the other. My eyes were instinctively drawn to her forbidden flesh. I traced the naked hip up a tanned and smooth waste. The vista continued, free from any obstruction such as clothing, so far as her arm. What I most appreciated, though, was how her towel had fallen away. I was looking up at her bare mound, seeing the curve of her ass arch above me, and appreciating her perfect, small, and pert breasts. The towel was barely hanging on by the broken safety pin, and it had slid up around her arm-pits, bunched on one side of her body. I really must remember to thank Karin and Sarah from doing nothing. Sarah continued to take pictures. I was aching, most definitely at this point, and must have arched at the same time I let out a little growl. Ondrea's giggling stopped, her eyes widened as she stared at me, and her mouth opened in a perfect "oh". Karin and Sarah, though, began outright laughing. "Don't move and hold that pose!" I stayed in the arched pose, my hungry cock reaching for her obscenely in its mud camouflage. Ondrea's body began to shake, "I can't hold it, help me up, or I'm going to..." Ondrea fell on me, her flesh and mine separated by only a thin layer of wet mud. I collapsed. Ondrea shrieked. Everyone laughed. I said, "Can I get a drink?" Weekend on the Mountain Pt. 06 CAUTION: This story contains scenes that arouse the author and may make you horny as well. All characters are fictional, and not based on people the author thinks are really hot and sexy. Enjoy the story only if you're allowed to wherever you are, or can read it without getting in trouble. If you do get in trouble, the author can be found in Istanbul if punishment is involved. If you would like to send the author gifts or money, he can be found in Victoria, BC. REQUEST: Feedback is appreciated, as are future story ideas. *** The tension was broken. Ondrea started laughing as the safety pin was totally destroyed and her towel was covered in mud, as were her knees, arms, and her breasts and stomach. She lay there for a second, not knowing what to do. We all just looked and took it in. I liked the look of her tanned ass standing in contrast to the dark muddy ground. "All he can think of is more to drink, and Ondrea, I'd get off that thing before it explodes on you," was Sarah's parting comment. Karin, laughing, helped Ondrea get up, and told me to just sit there and not move. The two of them moved a few feet in front of me, whispering and giggling, and Karin announced, "Well, it's time to get you clean." She picked up the hose, pointing it toward Ondrea, walked over to the tap and turned it on. I just stared. And became harder, once again. The water sprayed out, rainbow forming an all that 70's porn awesomesauce, and drenched Ondrea. Karin moved closer, taking her thumb off the end of the hose, and a more normal flow came out, running freely down Ondrea's glistening body. I was torn between watching the dry, but likely wet, Karin, and the wet and likely wetter Ondrea. I solved the problem with rapid head movement. Sarah returned with a couple six packs, already sweating in the air. Ondrea and Karin stopped the shower, and a Clean Ondrea walked over, totally nude and gleamingly wet, to turn off the hose. I was passed one by Sarah, who lingered over me, legs slightly parted, and nipples poking through her t-shirt. The others each grabbed their own, polishing them off quickly before grabbing a second. I did the same, being passed a new one within moments of finishing the first. I lingered, more, over this drink, realizing that I might not want to actually get that drunk. The girls soon opened a third, while I'd barely started on my second. Or was this now my 3rd drink in the last hour? "OK...now back to my project, and I'm glad you're clean, because you've given me an idea Ondrea." "I'm not sure if I do or don't want to hear," giggled Ondrea. I chimed in with a resounding silence. I was leering and gawking and loving it, and, for the moment, It was unnoticed. "I think I want to see this mud monster in his natural habitat. That means in the forest around here. He'll blend right in. And look how the mud is starting to dry - it's cracking and changing tone. And I need to damsels to stumble upon, battle, and ultimately beat the Mud Man. And to cure him of his curse by cleaning him off. It's a modern day fairy tale of some sort. And guess who the damsels will be?" There was some whispered discussion, which Sarah obviously emerged triumphant from. But the other two didn't look too disappointed at their loss, in fact, Karin was smiling, and Ondrea was smirking. I just had another sip of my drink while the girls each opened another. "What do you want me to do, Sar..uh...Mistress?" I slurred, maintaining my faux drunk behaviour. "Well, first of stand up, and come stand here right in the sun," she said as she pointed to the center of the small turnabout in the driveway. It indeed was in direct sun, but it was also open to anyone who cared to look down the driveway. But we'd not heard any cars yet, nor was anyone really likely to look through the trees if they did drive by. I got up, and pretended to stumble a few times, never, of course, spilling my drink. I finally stood proud, in every way (ha!), and walked out toward the center of the drive. I could feel, even as I walked, the pulling of the mud against my skin as it dried at different rates on my body. It was a strange micro-massage, which I noticed, quite strongly, on my cock. I stood in the sun, waiting for more instructions. Sarah took photos, again, many close-ups as well as full-body shots. I luxuriated in it all. After a few more minutes, Sarah deemed me dry enough, and told me to follow her. She began walking down the driveway toward the gravel road that went past. I stumbled in my steps and swayed a bit, trying to delay while maintaining my drunken persona. I don't think I did a great job, but the girls' drinking was compensating by lowering their awareness of fine details as well. I suddenly realized that I'd finished my drink. Karin passed a beer over my shoulder, and when I turned to thank her, snapped, "Eyes FRONT, Mister!" I complied. And likely clenched my ass a bit more as I walked to make it look better. Sarah stopped at the end of the driveway and peeked out, and, apparently seeing nobody, marched right out. Easy for her! I followed with a bit more hesitation, and it took Sarah calling from 10 meters down the road, "Come on girls, you agreed," to get Ondrea and Karin to step out into the road. It was pretty silly of us to worry, we'd hear a car coming from far away on this gravel, and we were a few hundred meters from the nearest cabin. I straightened up, enjoying the risk of the experience, the situation itself, and the light breeze blowing over my now warming body. The mud, now mostly dry, was heating up nicely. Sarah stopped just at a sharp bend in the road. She pointed me at a large tree right at the inside elbow of the bend. "Stand there against the tree, wrapping your body around it. Your mud is the same colour it is." I walked over, enjoying the exposed feeling. As I got to the tree, I turned, leaning back against the large trunk. There was foliage above me and around me, but none actually protecting me from view if anyone came down the road and rounded the corner while looking, well, at the inside of the corner itself. I was pretty much out there. I wrapped my arms back around the tree. None of us noticed the absurdity of me holding a can of beer while doing this absurd act. "Karin, Ondrea, I want you two to go down the hill and walk back up here and past Dave, not seeing him. I'm going to take pictures of you coming and walking past. I'll tell you to freeze now and then ok. And Dave - you use only your eyes to follow them, and I'll take close-ups of that when you all freeze." "But what if a car comes," questioned Ondrea? "You'll hear it on the gravel before it gets here, just hide in the bushes." "Ok." "And what about me?" "Ha...Dave, you'd better just stay where you are, and nobody can see you anyway. OKAY?" The 'OKAY' was said firmly, suggesting I had no choice. The girls walked down the slope, perhaps 40 meters away and well out of earshot. "Sarah, what are you doing?" "Oh, come off it, you are totally loving every minute of it. Admit it." "I am not lov..." "STOP. That hard cock is proof that you are." I couldn't argue with that. "The girls are so totally convinced you're drunk as a skunk and unlikely to remember anything, AND they're committed to following through on paying off a few bets and commitments from the last couple days. They're confused enough, anyway, and now basically doing anything I tell them. It's win win." "And you? What are you getting out of it?" I didn't get an answer as Sarah stepped back, pulling her camera to her face and began taking pictures of the scene. I froze in place. It actually did sound visually cool. I could soon hear Ondrea and Karin walking up from my left, out of my field of view. Sarah took images, and I could hear her, sometimes see her, to my right, back toward the cabin. She was moving in and out adjusting her field of view. As the girls passed me, I watched them, and Sarah told everyone to freeze. She took close-ups of my eyes, telling me to move them more and more to extremes so that she could track them. As the girls again moved, staying in my new direction of vision, Sarah got artsy. She also took closeups of my cock from angles that made it appear to focus on the women in the blurred background. And then we heard it. Karin and Ondrea squealed and darted off into the bushes, and Sarah took off in the other direction, behind a large tree. I oriented the sound to my left, realizing that the vehicle was coming up the mountain and would soon round this corner. And me. I pretended I was the tree. Sarah, I saw lean out from behind the tree that shielded her, camera at the ready. I didn't dare move now, as a blue SUV rounded the corner, slowing to less that 10km/h at the sharp bend. I could see, inside, a single woman at the wheel, who, I swear, looked right at me and smiled, before continuing on up the road. She didn't stop, and probably didn't see me, but it was nice to imagine. Sarah came out a few seconds later, laughing about the great expression on my face as the car drove by. She had it on memory chip, of course. It took a few minutes of coaxing for Ondrea and Karin to return, but return they finally did. It seemed we'd survived the experience, un-busted, as the case would be. Sarah stood us in a group, now, around the tree (against which I was still plastered, exposed). Sarah described the tableau that would take place, now. I was keen to act it out, and the girls, each having started another beer, were surprisingly ok with. The girls again walked past me, and Sarah photographed me creeping behind them, using the tree-line as cover. I got closer to the oblivious naked girls. Finally Sarah told me it was time to 'pounce' on them, and, of course, it was back at our mud pit beside her cabin. At that point I rushed - which for Sarah was in small slices of time between "go" and "freeze" commands - the naked 'clean girls' as Sarah had described them. This slow, non-fluid pantomime was staged out, and, ultimately, involved me grabbing Ondrea, picking her up bodily (which involved some carefully orchestrated hand movements), carry her (and yes, my penis kept brushing against her ass) to the mud and lower her in. Karin, was hiding behind a tree at this stage, and Sarah, took several photos from behind that tree looking back toward us; she was behind Karin's bent over person the whole time. Hmmm. Ondrea continued to fight, in our staged manner, and there was much laughter and playful groping as we hit the mud. It became a bit of a wrestling match, orchestrated by Sarah. Before Karin returned to the battle, Sarah had us in the most amazing position. Ondrea was laying on her stomach, pushing hers shoulders up, so that her breasts, covered in mud, were bared. I was kneeling over her, my cock nestled in her ass cheeks like a hotdog in a bun. My hands were on her shoulders pushing her downward. Sarah took several pics of that scene. Karin's return was signalled with cold water from the hose as she "rescued" Ondrea from the Mud Man. The clean water turned the battle in their favour, as mud washed from Ondrea and from targeted areas of me. Which, at sarah's discretion was my crotch. The girls, through pantomime, indicated that they thought I could be saved, and proceeded to wrestle and wash me clean, until the three of us stood there, wet in the warm air, naked under Sarah's digital view. I felt fucking fantastic. We all had another drink, and, standing around naked, seemed to relax a bit. I began to lose my latest erection, and the girls laughed and openly talked about it. We kept drinking. I'd forgotten my plan to not drink. Even Sarah was drinking away. By this time, the laundry had finished washing and Sarah went to throw it in the dryer. She returned a few minutes later, a sparkle in her eye. "I must be allergic to the soap we used. I started getting itchy when I touched the wet laundry. I know you're both sensitive too, so I put it back in just on rinse. We'll have to run it through at least three times until the clothes are safe." This was easy for Sarah to say. She was wearing a t-shirt and bikini bottoms, at least. Ha. Who am I kidding. I was loving this. We all continued to drink standing in the sun in the driveway. We'd accepted our state of dress. Ondrea and Karin just laughed, and I said, "Whatever you, hic, say. Mistress." Ondrea announces, "Well, if I have to be naked, I might as well get a good tan. David go get me a lawn chair from the back of the cabin and lay it out for me." "Yes ma'am." I was off, as dignified as I could, actually starting to feel a bit tipsy. It matched well with my pretended drunkenness. Returning with three of the folding chairs - my mother didn't raise a complete fool, I set them up for the ladies, facing into the sun, which, coincidentally, faced them toward the opening to the driveway. Nobody commented. They reclined on the lounges, and I was sent to find some sunscreen in Karin's bag in the cabin. I decided not to comment on the clothes in her bag, and simply returned with the sunscreen. She refused it, though, as it was handed to her. "You're the slave, you put it on me. But don't you dare get an erection. In fact, Sarah, Ondrea, what should his punishment be, for getting an erection?" The two girls laughed, then hemmed and hawed for a few minutes. "Well, he's already following our commands as punishment for his bad behaviour, isn't that right Dave?" "Yes, Mistress." It didn't quite sound like what had transpired, but I was happy to go with it. "We'll come up with a punishment when it happens, I think," said Ondrea in response to Karin's comment. I wasn't sure how I liked that, but I was comfortable with it. Except that I knew I'd be getting hard once or twice more today. Oh yeah. But I still hadn't come, and I was feeling a bit tender. "Well, what are you waiting for slave," Karin called, "start lotioning." I didn't wait long, and moved over and began applying suntan lotion to her feet. I worked it in, massaging as I went. I slowly wrapped my hands around her angles, massaging upward with firm pressure. I looked at the crease between her legs, not shield from this angle by her light pubic hair. "Um, Dave, stand up right now and stop what you're doing. You're hard." I stood there. Erect and proud. "Karin, it's your job to punish him, since it's directed at you," continued Sarah. "Hmm....now what to do? I'll decide while you go get us another drink each." I went off with as much dignity as I could muster...ha, who am I kidding, I went off, walking on air and anticipating, well...something good. I grabbed a couple more drinks for everyone, myself included, and enjoying the chill of the cans against my body, carried them out to everyone else. I took my time, letting the anticipation build, though I really had no idea what she could do more than "forcing" me to remain naked. As I walked out the front door, I took in the site of two nude women and one clothed woman - all gorgeous. I walked slowly toward them, enjoying their pointed glances. Sarah was the first to speak, her words not as well enunciated as they had been an hour ago, "David - Karin has come up with a suitable punishment for you that has met with our approval. "I'm not sure, " I paused to hand the girls their drinks and take one of my own, "if that's a good thing or a bad thing?" "Well, " spoke Karin, "After all that you did to cause this situation, you'll be doing everything we say. And you agreed to it. So um, here's your next task." There was a pause there, and I could see the question on each of their faces. Would I do that task? Karin finally continued, "It's been decided that, well, that is, um," -drink- "you've gotta get rid of your boner...," - all the girls laughed- "or else it just isn't fair to punish you." "Um...ok, I'll just have to go away for a bit, let myself, um, cool down?" I questioned. "No!" snapped Ondrea in a controlling tone. "I mean, um, for us to feel safe, that is for us to not worry about your going all lust-attack on us, we want to be sure it won't be coming back for a while." I drank and then asked, "I don't get it. Are the clothes ready?" It was a stupid question as they had only been in the first rinse cycle for a few minutes. Sarah clarified, "No, Karin has decided, and Ondrea's having trouble saying it, that you are commanded to jerk off right here. Then we can be sure you won't be getting another erection for a while. And if you do, it's your fault. And you WILL be punished." "But I...." The three of them cut me off with a glare... "...but, I mean, I just don't know what to do. You'll be mad if I do that won't you?" "Why would we be mad," shared Ondrea, "because, you're doing what we are telling you to do. Accept it. We are the mistresses. The bosses. You'll only make us more mad by not doing EVERYTHING we tell you to do while you make up for last night's problems." Ondrea paused and whispered to the Sarah in a voice made, by drink, louder than she realized, "And I want to see someone shoot his load!" This, really, was something I'd always fantasized about. I acted hesitant, and even clumsy in a drunken way as I slurred, "I guess I have to then. I just wish I'd never done all those things...and it sounds like I should be glad I don't remember them either. I...um....er....I'm not sure where I should be. Should we go inside?" "Nope...go get another lounger and you can lay back and do it on there." I listened to giggles as I walked around to the side of the cabin, and also to Karin's whispered, "I can't believe he's really falling for this. He's totally doing everything we say...this is fucking cool!" "...and he's still drinking," Sarah helpfully pointed out, "so there's no way he'll remember any of this tomorrow. Just remember to be kind." "It's not hard to be kind, and this is getting kinda hot. And you'll be deleting all the pics with us in them right?" Sarah answered Ondrea's nervous question, "Of course, that was the deal." "And yes, Karin," she said, anticipating Karin's open mouth and ready question, "I'll let you have copies of the pics of Dave - but remember we agreed to keep them private." There was a pause. "Well, mostly private - hahahahaha." The three girls laughed while I now started to really think about that proposition, as that meant Sarah would have images of me nude - that weren't getting deleted - and that others would have possession of. I resolved to ask her about it later. I returned with the plastic recliner under one arm, not noticing the plastic scratching my rib cage. I sat it down right at the edge of the driveway, as far out of site as possible. "Um, Dave, that's not where we want it," chimed in Ondrea. Karin's, "Yeah, put it right in front of us, in the middle of the driveway," wasn't what my now more nervous person needed to hear. I followed the instruction, none-the-less. I placed the chair right in the middle of the driveway, about 6 feet in front of Karin's recliner, with Sarah and Ondrea on either side of her. Karin, I think, had forgotten about her nudity more and more in direct correlation with the amount she was drinking; I took her sitting on the recliner, one leg on each side of the seat, showing me, fucking-A, the Goods, as it were. Her straddling position opened up her lips to me, her inner lips obviously wet, nicely blossoming forth in the most inviting of ways. The sparse hair she had did little to shield her from my view. It was all I could do not to stare. Ondrea was still more in control of herself and aware of her state of dress - at least she was sitting in a more dignified (and less exposed) manner, her legs together as she reclined on her side, staring at me, waiting for me to begin. Weekend on the Mountain Pt. 06 Sarah was clothed, it's true. But there was something about the taunting, teasing way she sat. Her left leg folded up with her knee under her chin, her other leg, straight out to the side, her bikini briefs stretched tight across her mound. It was obscene, despite, really, showing nothing. "Well?" Sarah's snapped, bringing my focus back to the situation at hand, so to speak. I tentatively lifted a hand and the glares stopped. With that, I was committed, and closed my eyes as I touched my chest. My fingers trailed over my skin, warm in the mid-morning sun. Lazy circles around my right nipple and then my left. Tracking down my body with my left hand, my fingers reached my belly button and I flattened my hand against my body. I slid it down, slowly embracing my manhood. I then opened my eyes and took a quick look around. I definitely had their attention. Karin's hands were on her breasts. Ondrea was now sitting up leaning forward, one leg on either side of the lounger. And Sarah was taking photos. I did what came naturally...I closed my eyes for a moment, then began stroking. I started slowly, realizing how sensitive and how ready to come I was. After 15 seconds or so, I realized there was silence, and I opened my eyes and looked around, my hand changing its grip and technique. Sarah was taking photos...but pausing more in between each shot...her breathing more rapid; I enjoyed the sight of her breasts rising and falling under that t-shirt. Ondrea still leaned forward, her legs spread across the width of her lounger, her sex on display. Well, it would have been, but for the hand that slid across it while I was looking, though not to shield it from my sight. Rather, she was applying some pressure, at least that's what here finger movements suggested. And Karin. She was crouched to my right, her legs apart and her left hand unabashedly stroked her pussy while her right cupped and massaged her left breast. She was staring right at my cock, from only a couple feet away, unaware that I was staring at her. Thank god for alcohol! "Freeze" shouted Sarah, snapping us all, I think, out of our distracted states. Karin looked at herself and stood up, taking a few steps back. And I snapped my head to Ondrea who was bright red and looking away from everyone while hugging herself nervously. "I want to get the precum." I held my cock steady while she snapped some close-ups, even asking the girls to move around so that they, or at least their legs and feet, appeared blurred out in the background. At last she allowed me to continue. It didn't take much, and I was soon clenching every muscle I had, trying to hold back - luxuriating in the click of a camera, and the knowledge that three fucking hot women were watching me. When I came, it shot up, onto my chest, repeatedly spurting out and I left a trail of semen running down to my belly. "Well...." started Ondrea. "...that works for me," finished Karin. And at that, we all laughed and I was sent to hose down, and bring back more drinks. We all lay out in the sun, warming up, and passed the morning away joking and talking. I did, of course, have to run all the errands - getting drinks and whatnot - and, when amongst the group, forced to lay parallel to, and slightly forward of the others. They could look down my body, while I could only see their calves and feet. Each time, and there were many, that I turned my head to look directly at them, I was quickly yelled at and forced to look forward again. I still got several peeks. And then I got another erection. It really couldn't be helped. You can't fault me, and you know it. Ondrea, though, could and did. "Girls, look, he's got another," she paused and giggled, "...stiffy!" All of them broke into easy and somewhat drunken laughter. "Ondrea, " said Sarah, "you caught him at it, the pervert, so you punish him." "But what should I do?" "I think we should go inside, I've had a bit too much sun. I'll punish him inside." And with that, we all trooped inside.