Chapter 2
Andy Kerr had been gone from E-Z Mount nearly a week, and the Weirs had become pretty well-acquainted with the Joneses before any off-season customers of note appeared at the resort. Usually it was fairly quiet in the fall of the year, until the aspens turned yellow. Then that phenomenon of nature gave some an excuse to get away from their usual routines. However, it took the first snowfall of the season to really bring them much business. Although E-Z Mount was not in a good ski area, it was near enough to attract some of the skiers.
Zoe looked up from behind the counter and nearly had to hold her jaw to keep it from sagging. The man who had come up to the counter, was one of the most striking-looking individuals she had ever seen. Besides having handsomely designed features and a physique that reeked perfection, he had a curly mop of well-trained dark hair, a flashing smile that would not stop, and light, penetrating, blue eyes that were enough to make an old hand like Zoe Jones flutter. She could just imagine the effect he had on single women, or—she laughed to herself—women like the two old maid schoolteachers who had spent the summer at E-Z Mount.
"The rest of my party will be in shortly to register," he said in a well-modulated voice, which had built-in bedroom tones. "In the meantime, I'm in urgent need of a restroom."
Zoe swallowed deeply and managed to direct him to the men's room. She watched as he disappeared in the direction she had pointed. She never tried to seduce any of their guests, or even attempted to guess what their particular sex bag was, but this man, she decided, just had to be at E-Z Mount for the Jones's specialty—and, if not, she would do her best to see he was converted at the nearest opportunity.
No more had Zoe regained her composure from the shock of seeing such a handsome individual, and had attempted to get back to her bookwork, when she was aware of being stared at. Looking up, she saw the same handsome face smiling at her, only this time with even more personality radiating what she tried to interpret as prurient interest. There was more of a twinkle in his eye—as if that could be possible. However, she was disturbed with a difference in the appearance. Yes, it was his shirt. Peculiar. Only moments ago she would have sworn he was wearing a vivid green shirt beneath his fashionably attired suit; now the shirt was magenta.
"Am I crazy," Zoe began with a confused expression, "or didn't I just see a green shirt?"
"You're not crazy, Mrs. Jones, you most definitely saw a green shirt." Did the voice have an even more sexy lilt to it?
"Well, there for a moment—" Zoe laughed. "Can I help you with something?"
"Yes, accommodations for four—two couples." The man's eyes were so intense that Zoe had to look away from staring into them. "Can you help us?"
"Oh, yes, this is our off-season." Zoe was cordial, but something else was beginning to disturb her about the man. What was it? She shook her head and tried to cover her action with a smile.
"May I register for everyone?"
"Oh, sure." Zoe handed him a registration card. "While you're filling that out, I'll go get my husband."
As the man scribbled on the card, Zoe took one last fleeting glimpse of him, and hurriedly disappeared into a back room. Ed was nowhere to be found, so she called on the intercom for Steve Weir to come up and give a hand with the new arrivals. Then, like a child afraid she might miss something important, she quickly returned to the reception counter.
"Oh, my!" Zoe gasped as she eyed the handsome man torso to face the back again. "Your shirt-?"
"My shirt? What's wrong with it?"
"It's green again."
"It's been green ever since I put it on this morning." The man laughed good-naturedly, and handed the registration to the puzzled woman.
"But it was magenta just a few minutes ago."
"Not my shirt." His eyes were twinkling. He was playing a game with her.
Zoe quickly glanced from those burning eyes to the card in her hand. "Well, Mr.—a—Mr. McAn— Oh."
"Yes, I'm Roy McAn, in the green shirt." He smiled at the joke. "My brother is Mr. Rob McAn, in the magenta shirt. We're twins. Identical twins." He laughed even more. "And if that isn't enough to confuse you—or anyone else—we're married to identical twins, Bet and Babs."
"Oh, my, that is confusing." Zoe flushed. "How do you know—"
"Who's sleeping with whom? Well, when you look that much alike, it really doesn't matter, does it?" His eyes flickered and she knew he was a swinger. "We change off, back and forth. Excuse me, Mrs. Jones, I'm not usually this outspoken, but you see Rob and I are good friends of Andy Kerr. We came up from Phoenix to surprise him. He told us all about E-Z Mount."
"Oh, dear." Zoe looked relieved to have the riddle of the shirts solved, but she was distressed to think the McAns had come all that way only to find Andy gone. She explained the situation. But at that point, Steve Weir entered and he and Roy McAn recognized each other.
"Steve Weir! My God, it's been a century!" Roy McAn stepped toward the shorter, chunky man and they met in an open-arm embrace.
"For crying out loud!" Steve obviously avoided calling the name of the twin. "Which is it?"
"Roy."
"Where's Rob?"
Roy flashed a personality smile to Zoe, then replied, "In his magenta shirt—outside getting the girls."
"The girls?" Steve blushed, surprised to hear the McAn brothers were married.
"Yeah. If you think it was hard to tell Rob and me apart, wait till you meet Bet and Babs. They're identical twins, too. Don't think you'd know them. We met them up in Hanover, New Hampshire. A couple of real wild swingers!"
"Steve Weir!" The voice came from the doorway, and in a moment Rob McAn, in the magenta shirt, came dashing in to throw his arms about both Steve and his brother at the same time. There was much back-slapping and groping, digging into shoulders and body rubbing. Zoe looked on in amazement. She had never seen such affectionate friendship between three men.
When the boys broke apart, Zoe could see Babs and Bet standing in the entrance. Even their clothing was identical. "Seeing the four of you," she laughed after studying the McAn party, "is enough to send a body to the optometrist—if not the psychiatrist. You must create a sensation wherever you go."
"Well, teacups are known to rattle," Babs said, as she pulled her sister toward the counter. Their eyes scanned the bulky figure of Steve Weir, and what they saw fascinated them. They said, "Hmmm," in unison, and looked from the man to each other and back again, after giving a nod of approval.
"Is this Andy Kerr?" Bet questioned as she nudged her twin.
"No, Andy's not here. This is another real good friend of ours, honey, Steve Weir." Roy was quick to lead his wife to Steve. He noted how their grips lingered, and turned and winked at his twin.
"You married now, Steve?" Rob asked as he noted both Bet's and Babs' interest in the man.
"Oh, yeah. I married Dot Matson." Steve was all smiles, and practically had to wrench his hands from the girls' grips.
"Steve," Zoe interrupted the reunion, "do you want to take the McAns up to 23 and 25. Those rooms can be made into a suite if desired. Will you folks be eating here tonight?"
"I think so." Suddenly Rob sounded fatigued. He stifled a yawn. "We've been driving steady, nonstop from Phoenix."
"Leave it to the boys to peter out first," Babs giggled, and, arm in arm with her sister, they climbed the stairs behind Steve, admiring each turn of his tight buttocks as if trying to imagine it bare. They tittered amongst themselves.
"Well, then," Zoe called after them, "why don't you freshen up and we'll plan dinner for six? We have no other guests—off-season." She again eyed the twin boys and tried to imagine how they would look stark naked, perhaps rubbing the heads of their cocks over the nipples of her tits. She could hardly wait to tell Ed about the McAns.
Ed and Steve had been painting the cabin interiors that week. After dinner Ed had some touch up work to do. The McAn brothers were in the mood for nothing but a quiet game of Bridge. Zoe and Dot Weir decided to team up opposite them. Soon the four were very involved in their game.
Babs and Bet were twitchy restless. The sight of Steve's bull-like body fascinated them, and sent their juices into motion. But, playing it coy, they asked Steve if he would show them around while the others were occupied with cards. He bounced to their service like a puppy dog anxious to be petted. He, too, had admired their model-like figures, and images of having sex with two identical girls at the same time danced through his mind. But he played it cool and explained several of the attractions of E-Z Mount.
"And this," Steve announced like a tourist guide, "is the play—that is, the game room."
"The notorious game room!" Babs exclaimed.
"You've heard of it?" Steve was uncertain which of the two girls intrigued him the most; but since he really could not tell them apart, he figured it didn't matter.
Bet stood at the door as Steve led the way into the room. Then, when all three were inside, she gently pushed the door closed and leaned against it. The room was dimly lighted, but sufficiently enough to give it a certain mysterious atmosphere. Steve looked back as he heard the doorlatch click. He shot sharp glances from one twin to the other, both of whom seemed nonchalant about the entire matter.
"It's pleasantly warm down here," Babs casually observed as she scanned the room and noted the large mats spread over the center of the room.
"Yes, I turned on the heat earlier." Steve reddened.
"Oh? Expecting some sort of party?"
"Well, no."
"A wrestling match, perhaps?" Bet questioned as she pushed herself from the door and moved to where her sister was, next to Steve.
"Well, hardly." Steve's cheeks were fiery hot. He imagined the girls wanted to rape him. He, of course, was eager for that, but decided to play along with them anyway.
"I guess you and your wife are swappers, too," Babs said matter-of-factly.
"Well—yes." Steve was not totally prepared for such a candid question so soon.
"The boys are kind of beat tonight from all that driving," Bet commented, resting her weight sexily on one hip. "I mean, they're wild in bed when it's their time for girls—but they're even more ac/dc than we are. Naturally, when they're not in the mood, we either go out and find some other guy or guys, or—well, we have ways of taking care of each other."
"We may have to take care of each other tonight," Babs said picking up her sister's thought, then pointed her finger, jabbing it into the hard muscle of Steve's chest, "unless you want to come to our rescue."
"Oh, well, I—that is—" Steve shrugged his shoulders and looked down his shirt front as Babs inserted her fingers beneath his buttons and touched his hairy chest. Then, before he could make further comment, she unbuttoned three buttons and rubbed the palm of her hand over his mat of chest hair.
"You look man enough to take on two sex-hungry twins," Babs said, as she stroked the tips of her fingers over the nipples on his chest, which were large and soft. The presence of her hand caused flutters of excitement to throb through him. "Sexy chest. Come get a feel, Bet."
As Bet approached and put her hand beneath Steve's shirt, Babs unfastened the rest of his shirt buttons. That accomplished, she jerked his shirttail from his trousers. The two girls eased the shirt from his back as he looked on, somewhat amazed at their brazenness. Now Bet clawed her fingers clutchingly into the right side of his pectoral development, while Babs scratched into the left side.
"You see, Bet, I told you he had a hard chest." Babs laughed. "Bet thought because you looked so barrel-chested that you would be flabby." She removed her grip from his chest and clamped it on his belly. "Neither is his tummy, Bet. Feel."
Now both girls were digging their fingers into his abdominal muscles. He cringed, but let them get a good feel.
"I'll bet he's hard lower, too."
"You mean his thighs?" •
"And calves. Not to mention his—" Instead of saying the word, Bet clamped her hand over Steve's hardening cock, getting a firm feel of the object which had set her imagination into high gear from the moment she laid eyes on him. "Well, at least it's getting that way."
"Let me feel."
While Babs groped about Steve's crotch, Bet unfastened his belt and trouser buttons. Bet reached into his pants and pushed Babs hand aside so she could get a naked feel of the merchandise, while Babs peeled his trousers down his legs, followed by his boxer shorts. Steve kicked his way out of his shoes so Babs could get the trousers off him. Then, standing naked, and amply encouraged by the finger exploring of the two girls, his cock sprang forward in extended glory. Bet slid the skin back and forth on it several times before she released her hold and let it spring forward on its own. Both girls stood back and admired it.
The twins undressed each other, while Steve watched, his interest nor his cock going down, but responding with a feverish reaction. His eyes nearly bulged when the bra straps were loosened and their round orbs of flesh fell forward. Then as they skinned out of their panties, his cock switched the air to the fullest extent of its length, the head glistening.
The girls, once completely naked, stroked their bodies before slinking toward the man like cannibals scanning a menu. Steve imagined he was a bird being stalked by two ravenous pussies as each pounced on him at the same moment. Each fastened their mouths to the shallow area beneath his collarbones, then, with eager slurping, they began outlining that collarbone until their mouths met at his sternum. They washed. their mouths back toward his nipples, over the soft body hair. One girl, Steve had no idea which, was sliding her hand down to grope his cock, while the other girl cupped and fondled his balls. Each of the girls had their other hands sliding and exploring about his back, until each gripped a cheek of his ass and wiggled their fingers around the crack of it to find the puckered anus.
Their mouths met again at Steve's navel, their tongues simultaneously piercing that indentation, licking in and at each other's in the same motion. By then Steve was alive with sensation which caused his body to jerk from side to side, twisting as if to free himself from their tickling stimulation. Their tongues lined down the middle of his lower belly, side by side, then separated and lapped about his entire lower belly.
Now one girl, again he was uncertain which, began moving around his side and licking up to his armpit before her tongue ran over the thickness of his back, from side to side and down his spinal column.
As the tongue reached the base of his spine, Steve called out, "Jesus! What a sensation!" At that same moment, as he felt fingers parting the cheeks of his ass so that the tongue could trace in between them, he was shattered into a prickly invasion throughout all his nerve ends by the connection of a hot mouth over the head of his cock. Slowly the mouth completely covered that rigid muscle, while the tongue at his ass penetrated its liquid point into his asshole. Now he screamed out a series of Ohs! and Ahs! and a couple of Goddamns! as the mouth at his cock seemed to take the full length of it as if she were attempting to meet her sister's lips approaching from the other side.
He had reached one had in front of him to grasp at the tits he found there, and behind him to fumble for the other set of orbs. He was milking and undulating as the mouths at his lower extremities attempted to devour him.
Steve had reached the point where another moment of that frantic stimulation would cause him to pop his load. He warned the girls of his lack of further control. Almost immediately the tongues and lips were withdrawn from their places of interest.
He was unaware of it, but while the twins were mouthing his body, they were fingering each other's cunts and massaging them with such gouging and caressing that they, too, were on the verge of climax „
"Get down on your back," Babs, who was in front, ordered. "I want to sit on your cock."
Steve obeyed the command, and was no sooner into a reclining position before Babs was straddling his hips and reaching to guide his throbbing pole into her liquid cunt. Once she held the cock-head to the opening, she wiggled herself down until she was completely impaled by that hot muscle. Holding it securely in place, Babs motioned for Bet to crouch down over Steve's face. As she did, she held her cunt-lips apart to make an entrance for Steve's tongue.
Babs' hands wrapped about her sister, cupping one of her tits in each as she began a bouncing motion over Steve's cock that was pistoning back and forth within her. Bet's cunt-lips, wet with excitement, met Steve's mouth and she shrilled as his tongue stretched up into her pussy. Once all three were in that position and in movement, their bodies twisted and jolted, as hands groped and squeezed.
The girls soon began a chorus of hysterical screams and gasping sobs, indicating that their moment of climax was at hand. Their bodies pitched back and forth atop Steve, as his jolted with each thrust of his cock.
Bet let out a shrill, sustained scream, broken only by intermingled erotic gasps. "Now-NOW-NOW!!!!"
Bet's scream of climax triggered Steve as he loosened as much come into Babs' cunt as he could muster, driving his cock even higher into her with fierce jerks and spastic lunges.
Babs shrieked with the invasion of Steve's fluid, and jerked at her sister's tits as if she were attempting to pull them from her chest. Once the flood of excitement had subsided within her cunt, Babs fell forward and rested her teeth at her sister's back.
"Oh, man, that was something else," Steve observed, once he had regained his breath.
"That's only the start of it, Daddy," Babs replied.
And Bet echoed her sister's sentiment. "Only the very start, Stevie-baby."
Steve eyed the girls. He was game—for a time or two more, at least.