Chapter 9
"It's fabulous!" Janet said as she filled her lungs with the cold mountain air.
"I didn't know Vermont could be this beautiful," Troy agreed, standing beside Donna Haney as they admired the snow-covered slopes to the right of the lodge. The lodge itself was built halfway up a somewhat steep and challenging ski slope. The building was old and blended in with the surrounding countryside. There were tall, snow-laden trees above and below the lodge. On the other side of the valley below the lodge were a number of private homes and several hotels dotting the white mountain. "Vermont is a lovely state," Donna, a tall slender brunette in her early forties, remarked. "We like it here because the lodge has its own lift and you can ski without having to fight the crowds that stay on the other side of the valley. Bill McCannon, who owns this, has a number of savings and loan associations. Who else could afford a ski lodge with a private lift? George has done Bill some favors and once or twice a year Bill lets us use the lodge."
"Are they swingers?" Faye asked.
"Not Bill McCannon!" George Haney, a trim man in his mid-forties, replied with a laugh. "I'd say Bill was the square of squares. He'd probably faint if he knew about our parties up here."
"I still think Bill and Nell might surprise you," Donna Haney remarked.
"Nell is not nearly as square as you think." "But Bill is," her husband retorted. "He's so square he cuts himself on his own corners. But he's got quite a place here! What say we get some skiing in? The slopes look perfect."
The group followed George Haney up to the attic storeroom and began sorting through the well-arranged gear. Janet watched the fourth couple, Mike and Ann Mahon, with interest. They were from New York. Mike was an account executive with a large advertising company and Ann was a fashion model. They were young, both under thirty, and quite attractive. Mike was over six feet tall and very thin. He wore his dark-brown hair in a compromise between the conservative cut and the full mod style. Ann seemed to defy the traditional concept of the ultra-thin model. She had a full body, large breasts and full hips. She was by no means heavy or fat, and Janet could see how Ann would photograph beautifully. Her auburn hair was thick and very long. It was the type of hair Janet had always envied, soft and luxurious.
Both Mike and Ann were open and friendly, and Janet liked them immediately. They were the type of people you could never feel were strangers.
"Look, metal skis!" Ann exclaimed.
"And the best!" Fred said, inspecting the brand new skis in the rack along the wall.
"I'm more worried about boots," Faye remarked. "I still think I should have brought my own."
"Stop worrying, honey," Troy said as he opened a large cabinet. "Look in here. And they're all Austrian boots. If you can't find a pair that will fit you in here, you'd better give up."
"I'll say," Janet agreed, looking at what must have been over forty pairs of the best Austrian ski boots made.
"And look at these pants" Faye called from a second cabinet. "Who needs pants? We're swingers, aren't we?" Ann remarked. "We can ski nude."
"Troy can't," Faye laughed. "The way he skis, he'd freeze his balls!" They all laughed and then set to the task of selecting their gear. Once they were dressed, they met at the back of the lodge where George and Mike had the lift in operation.
"Take the lift to the top," George advised, "and take the run to the left. It's marked with an arrow and it drops you off right over there. Remember, if you get enthusiastic and ski past the lodge, you walk back up." "How long a run is it?" Fred asked.
"A little over a mile," Donna replied. "The first hundred yards are the steepest. Then it becomes a gradual slope. Great skiing." Janet went in the first chair and Fred followed her. The others were right behind. There was a brisk wind that whistled around the pines and made the ride on the lift a cold one, but no one seemed to mind. Beneath them were virgin slopes without a track on them, and the sun shone bright to offer enough warmth to offset the chilling wind. "Look," Janet exclaimed as Fred came off the lift, "there's about an inch of powder on top!" She reached down and scooped it into her mitten. "Perfect for skiing, isn't it?" Fred remarked as he checked the locks on his skis. He and Janet had done their share of skiing, but always on crowded slopes where the snow was packed to an almost ice-like glaze. He had to admit that the rich knew how to live. "Come on, let's make the first run. I've never skied virgin snow before." Fred led the way to the large pine with a white arrow painted on the trunk. A glance told him the run was well marked and he adjusted his cap and dug his poles in.
"Donna's right" he said to Janet as she came up beside him, "This first part is pretty steep. Let's take it slow. We'll make a turn over there and then turn back just this side of those trees. Ready?" He saw her nod and he pushed himself off. He had to use his poles twice to get momentum, then he began leaning to the side to slow down once he began his free run down the slope. He glanced over his shoulder just before going into his turn and he found that Janet was skiing just a few feet behind him and to his right. The powdered snow flew from their skis as they turned and then turned again.
The slope became much more gradual and they opened up as they approached the lodge. Janet had always thought that skiing was the most thrilling sport, and today had convinced her. The run was the best she had ever made. She'd had some trouble with the second turn, almost letting her skis get away from her, but she managed to right herself and the powder flying from beneath her skis made her feel like she was riding a cloud. There were none of the bumps or shocks she had experienced on the heavily skied slopes.
"Let's do it again!" she said as she pulled breathlessly up beside her husband. "That was fantastic!"
"I'm game," Fred replied, lighting two cigarettes and handing Janet one. "No wonder they rave about powder snow! Turns are a lot easier, and what a ride! Come on, let's grab the lift."
They made the run a total of three times before the others caught them by the lodge and persuaded them to come in.
"You'll be so tired you won't be able to walk," George Haney said with a laugh. "Donna has fixed some hot spiced wine." "That will hit the spot," Fred said. "I'd have gone again, but I'm mighty damned cold already."
"There's always tomorrow, George chuckled. "And I want a few minutes with you to hear all about this project you have. Troy told me enough to make me think I'm interested in what you're doing." Fred pulled off his mittens, cap and jacket once they were inside the lodge, and walked over to the roaring fire in the oversize fireplace. The others joined him, rubbing their hands together and allowing the welcome warmth to flow through their bodies.
Offering him a mug of hot spiced wine, George pulled Fred over to a small table behind the sofa facing the fire. Fred pretended to be a little reluctant to discuss his project at first, explaining that it was a new concept and he had to protect his interests until it was on the market. Fred had decided on this approach easier and was pleased to see that it had the desired effect on George Haney.
After a number of assurances that he would not be endangering his interest, Fred began to explain the computer bartender concept. He kept his language simple, avoided all technical aspects, and answered Haney's questions readily.
"I think you've really got something, Fred," Haney said enthusiastically when Fred finished. "And where do you see the market for this product?" "Why every bar in the country," Fred replied.
"Wrong," George Haney said. "The neighbor hood bars will never buy it. They exist on personal service, the friendly bartender and all that. And many of your large independent bars will hold out two or three years before they buy. This is a large investment, and a lot of bar operators will want to see plenty of results before they go far automation. But you don't need them anyway! Your market is the operator. The Hilton Hotels, Holiday Inns, Sheratons, and your chain restaurants that serve liquor. The chains will take all the units you can produce for the first couple of years. That's the beauty of it! What you need is a man like Troy to do the merchandising."
"I've already talked to him about it," Fred said. "Good, and now let me give you another tip-put a bug in your ear, so to speak. You're going to have some mechanical problems. Different size bottles from different brands of liquor, things like that. Don't try to conform to their standards, make them conform to yours. They will because they'll see that they'll lose, the business if they don't. And glasses, which happen to be my business, why not cash in on a residual market? Make your computer use special glasses. Think of the problems that will save you. And think of the extra profit in selling the glassware along with the computer. I can show you a way to make a fortune in this thing, if you're interested."
"I am," Fred replied, "but first I have to get a company formed, financed and underway, George. Then I'd like to talk to you. I hadn't thought about special glasses, but it certainly would solve some problems. I'll have to make a note to see what's available."
"No need to do that. You name the glass and we'll make it for you. We can work together on this thing, Fred. I can even get your company started for you. Look, when can I see your working model of this computer bartender?" "Well, I have to go out of town next week," Fred said, hoping that he sounded sincere. "And the week after I'm going to be busy with a supplier on some mechanical parts. Can we make it on a weekend? Say two weeks from today?"
"Where?"
"In Boston. I'll set up a demonstration at Troy's office. My shop is a mess."
"You've got a date."
"Hey, are you two going to talk business all weekend?" Ann Mahon asked, walking up and putting her arm around Fred. "This is a swinging holiday, remember? We drew lots and I won this handsome guy." "Okay, okay," laughed George with his usual good humor. "But before all these gala turn you inside out, Fred, remember that we have a date two weeks from today. I'll call Troy and set an hour." "Fine," Fred replied, pulling himself to his feet and placing his arm around Ann a slender waist. He was doubly excited and wanted to shout. He was certain that George Haney would put up the money for his company, especially with the glass tie in, and ever since he had climbed on the plane that morning he'd had his eye on Ann Mahon. He thought she had one of the prettiest faces he had ever seen. Her high cheekbones gave her a sensual appearance and her lips looked like something out of a lipstick ad. "More wine?" Ann asked as they walked back toward the fire. "Love it," Fred replied, draining what was left of the spicy brew in his mug.
"Watch it, though," Ann said as she poured him another mug from a kettle on the stave. "This stuff can have the kick of a mule, and when you're least expecting it! I got bombed up here last year, and that spoils half the fun of sex, don't you think?"
"Who likes soggy sex?" Fred chuckled, thinking that this was the second time a swinging girl had cautioned him against drinking. "Come on," Ann said, laughing and pulling his arm. "Let's go join the others."
Fred followed her across the room to find that a series of mattresses had been spread out in front of the fireplace. It was like a large stage, and everybody was on stage. Fred's cock twitched in his pants when he saw that the others were in varying stages of nudity. Janet was stretched out next to Mike Mahon, and she was naked to the waist. Mike was busy sucking one of her tits while she stroked his cock.
Faye was completely naked, kneeling before a nude George Haney and sucking his rigid prick slowly into her mouth. Fred remembered the excitement of Faye's hungry mouth and felt his groin stir. He pulled his eyes away from the erotic sight and saw Donna Haney and Troy locked in a passionate embrace, their bodies rubbing frantically together. Group sex was a new experience for Fred, something he hadn't anticipated. He had always wondered how he would react to public nudity. Not that he was prudish in any way. He had simply never been exposed to it. His reaction was definitely positive. The sight of naked bodies around him excited him sexually.
Fred turned to his beautiful partner and stared into her lovely eyes for a long moment. There was depth there, and an impish challenge. The corners of her beautiful lips turned up in what was a daring little smile. Her long, luxurious hair fell to her shoulders, framing her face to make her even more alluring.
"Hi," Ann said teasingly. She was not a natural swinger. It had taken her quite a while to adjust to the concept of free love. She was, as Mike had pointed out to her, a victim of a very traditional upbringing. Her father was a practicing minister, and her mother was active in a number of community social groups. It was only when she had broken with her family to marry Mike that Ann had found out what life was like outside her tight family circle.
She still felt strange and a little uncomfortable in these swinging situations, but when she was with a man she liked she thoroughly enjoyed herself. And she definitely liked Fred. He wasn't the aggressive, crude type she found so trying to be with. He was handsome and unassuming. "Hi, yourself," Fred replied, taking her gently in his arms. "If I seem backward, have patience. I'm a little new to this type of scene and I don't know the rules."
"No rules," Ann whispered in his ear. "You do what you want to do."
"Right now, I want to kiss you " Fred said.
"So why are we talking?" Ann laughed.
Fred pulled her close and brought his mouth to hers. He felt his prick strain against his pants the moment their lips met. Her lips were soft and pliant, like the petals on a rose, and they parted to allow his probing tongue into her warm mouth. He was very aware of her full body. Her round tits were pressing hard against his chest and her flat belly was rubbing against his groin.
Their kiss lasted for quite a while and became more passionate with each passing minute. Fred's hands roamed freely over Ann's full body and Ann rubbed her leg against his thigh. Then they lowered themselves to the mattress near the fire.
Fred turned Ann over on her back and continued hungrily kissing her as he moved his hand up under her sweater. His balls throbbed when he found that she was not wearing a bra, and he cupped one of her full tits in his hand and began kneading the pliant flesh as he rubbed his crotch against her side. Her large nipple popped erect almost immediately, and Fred found her mouth attacking his with an even greater hunger than before. "It's getting very warm," Ann laughed, breathing heavily as she managed to free her lips from his. "Help me get comfortable." Fred lifted her to a sitting position and helped her pull her sweater over her head. His breath caught momentarily in his throat when he saw her lovely tits exposed to his view. They were large, perched high on her chest, and rounded like giant pears. Her nipples were the biggest he had ever seen, full ripe cherries capping the creamy mounds of her tits. Unable to control himself, Fred leaned forward and caught one of the hard cherries in his mouth and began sucking it. "Hmmmm, that's nice!" Ann breathed. "But help me get these pants off. And slip out of your things so we can enjoy ourselves in comfort." Fred hooked his thumbs inside the waist of her stretch ski pants and began pulling down as she lifted her ass from the mattress. Her pubic mound came into view and Fred thought his cock would break through his tight ski pants.
He had to move around to her feet to pull her pants free of her legs, and they both laughed at his struggle. When he at last freed her legs, Fred placed his hands on her thighs and pushed them wide apart. He leaned down and brought his face to her cunt, inhaling the aroma of her sex and running his nose through the soft hair. His tongue slipped between his lips and dipped into her slit. She was obviously aroused. Her cunt was moist with the dew drops of her lust, and Fred drank these as his tongue found her erect clit and began licking it gently. "Oh, that's great!" Ann sighed. "But, darling, if you don't get those clothes off, you'll drive me crazy! I want you naked. Here, let me help you. Oh, please, darling!"
Fred reluctantly pulled his face from her wet, soft pussy and knelt between her legs as she struggled to pull his tight sweater over his head. He repeated this with the cotton turtleneck he wore beneath and realized how warm he had been when he found the cotton shirt damp with his perspiration. He glanced over and saw that Janet and Mike were now completely naked. They were in a classic sixty-nine position with Janet on top of Mike. She was squatting over his face with her cunt locked to his mouth and leaning forward, holding his prick in her hands as she ran it in and out of her mouth. She was just a few feet from Fred, and he could see her lips pressing against the shaft of Mike's cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. The ache in Fred's groin became more demanding as he watched his wife sucking another man s cock.
Janet had consumed four mugs of the spiced wine while Fred was busy talking to George Haney. She hadn't realized she was high until Mike had pulled her to a standing position and took her in his arms. Her head swain and she leaned against him for balance. For a while, Janet had been oblivious to the others. She had been terribly attracted to Mike, and kissing him had aroused her. She would have lost her balance and fallen to the mattress if he hadn't helped her.
It wasn't until Mike had taken her sweater and bra off and began playing with her tits that Janet became aware of the others. She felt embarrassed to be nude before them, and she blushed from bead to toe. Her blush deepened when she saw the others begin undressing. When Faye knelt before George Haney and took his long, thin cock in her mouth, Janet quivered with excitement. She had never seen anything like this, and it aroused her. Mike brought her attention back by sucking her tit until she was almost panting. She did not resist when he lifted her free of the mattress and slipped her pants and panties down to pull them over her hips and down her legs. She had to fight back an urge to cover herself, but when Mike kissed her and manipulated her large clitoris between his fingers she relaxed and allowed her body to become sexually alive. She closed her eyes, trying to clear her head, while Mike quickly undressed. Then she felt him beside her and she immediately reached down and began stroking his cock as he casually explored her body with his hands. She experienced immediate relief when she held his prick in her hand. It was normal size, perhaps seven inches long and the perfect thickness. The thought of another bout with a man built like Troy had made her shudder, and she'd been worried all day that she would have to take something that size inside her again. Janet felt sympathy for Donna Haney, and she felt certain Donna would not go skiing the following day-certainly not if her cunt was as sore as Janet's had been! "God, you're beautiful!" Mike breathed in Janet's ear as he inserted his middle finger in her warm cunt and began finger-fucking her gently. "You're beautiful yourself, Mike," Janet said, holding his cock firmly in her hand and squeezing it lovingly. She meant it. He was a handsome, very desirable man, and she was very much aroused. "Let me kiss your pretty pussy," Mike said as he brushed his lips against hers. "Sit on my face. I want to see every inch of your lovely body." He lifted Janet's body almost effortlessly and she knelt above him. Lowering her crotch to his face, Janet moaned the minute she felt his tongue on her sensitive clitoris. And when he began licking her, tiny sparks raced through her thighs and up her body. Janet looked over to see her husband with the gorgeous Ann. They were just a few feet away and Ann was completely naked, stretched out on her back as Fred knelt between her legs and buried his face in her pussy.
The sight made Janet's body quake. It seemed to magnify the fantastic sensations that were racing from her cunt up through her body. She had never seen Fred make love to another woman, and instead of making her jealous it seemed to increase her own sexual stimulation. Her eyes darted to the left and she saw a naked Donna Haney pulling Troy's ski pants down. Janet's eyes fastened on Troy's huge cock as it sprang free. She saw the unbelieving look on Donna's face as the older woman brought her hands up to the mighty cock and began caressing it. The sight of Troy's cock made Janet shudder. She quickly looked down at Mike's crotch and was thankful for what she had. A sudden affection of Mike's prick swept through Janet and she reached down and took his rigid shaft in her hands and caressed it fondly. Then she leaned forward and brought her face to his crotch. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the odor of his sex. It was so masculine and exciting! Janet brought her tongue out and began licking the lovely cock she held in her hands. She felt him respond immediately and she opened her mouth and slid her lips over the swollen head of his prick. Janet found herself floating on a cloud of tense excitement as she began sucking Mike's cock. His tongue was working her clitoris expertly, and Janet experienced a tiny orgasm as he licked her. She was in a position where she could watch Fred and Ann while she ate Mike. She saw Ann help Fred pull his clothes off, and she saw Fred stare at her while she slid Mike's cock in and out of her mouth. Feeling terribly naughty, Janet increased the tempo of her sucking on Mike's prick while her husband watched.
Fred's balls ached as he saw Janet bob her head up and down at Mike's crotch. He almost exploded when he felt a wet warmth encircle his own cock and he looked down to see Ann holding his prick in her hand as she slowly sucked him into her mouth.
The sight of those beautiful lips sliding along his shaft made his blood pound in his ears. He felt her tongue rubbing against the bottom of his prick as her cheeks caressed the sides. Fred felt like a king as he knelt with his pants around his knees and a beautiful girl sucked his cock. It was like an erotic fantasy, but Fred knew it was reality when her teeth scraped lightly against his prick and she began a slow bobbing motion with her head.
He placed his hands on his hips, enjoying his role of king for a moment, and watched his prick slide gracefully into Ann's beautiful face. If he had any doubts before, this convinced Fred that swinging was the living end. He glanced over to see George Haney's fists clenched at his sides as Faye obviously sucked his cock dry, Fred remembered how Faye liked to take a man's first come in her mouth and the thought brought him to immediate reality. His balls were aching and rumbling and he knew he would pop his nuts in Ann's throat if he didn't stop her right away. Fred reached down and gently took Ann's head in his hands, pulling her free of his straining cock. Then he sat down and struggled briefly with his pants over his ankles.
"Hot?" Ann asked with a giggle.
"Red hot," Fred replied. "You almost pushed me over the line." "Why didn't you let me?" Ann asked. "I like to have a man come in my mouth."
"I wanted to save it," Fred responded, reaching over and taking her in his arms and kissing her neck and cheeks. "I want to feel it bounce off your womb."
"Oh yes, darling, fuck me!" Ann breathed against his ear as he played with her and kissed her body. "Now, I'm on fire!" Fred knelt between her widespread legs and feasted his eyes on her luscious body. Her tits were heaving and her hair was spread beneath her head like a dark halo. He looked down and saw her soft cunt. Her pubic hair was covered here and there with drops of her dew, and her slit was plainly visible as she reached down and spread the lips of her cunt with her fingers. Fred watched the pink meat of her pussy become visible and his balls began to twitch.
Holding his cock in his hand and guiding it to her soft mound, Fred brought his body forward. He mashed his cock against her clitoris and moved it back and forth with his hand. Then he brought it down her slit until the swollen head was lodged at the entrance to her cunt. She was not fight and the head of his cock slipped inside easily. Ann reached down and wrapped her fingers around the shaft of Fred's cock. She knew that her vaginal canal was tight beyond the opening, and she wanted to ease him in. She squeezed him fondly as he began pressing forward and working his prick up inside her. She rubbed her palm against her clitoris and let the waves of excitement and pleasure inundate her body as she felt his cock digging deeper and deeper inside her. "Yes, yes, yes!" she chanted. "Fuck me, darling, fuck me!" Fred dug his toes into the mattress and rammed his cock all the way up her, crushing her hand to her crotch with his surging pelvis. She was fight, but not as fight as Janet. A perfect fit. He pulled back, and when she removed her hand he thrust hard, mashing his pelvis against the top of her cunt and crushing her clitoris in a grinding motion. "Ooooohhhh!" Ann moaned, throwing her legs into the air and wrapping them tightly around Fred's heaving waist. This was the moment when she forgot her traditional upbringing and became a thoroughly female animal. She loved the feeling of a man's cock inside her. It seemed to fulfill her and make her whale.
Fred's waist felt like it was locked in a tight vise with Ann's legs wrapped around him. He had intended fucking her slowly, but when he felt her hips begin a hard rocking motion he lost all control and drove his prick into her like a raging stallion.
Ann was beginning one of her long, all- consuming orgasms. She felt it begin in her forehead and toes, like two fires burning toward each other. She threw her arms around Fred's neck and brought his mouth to hers. She loved to feel a man kissing her when she exploded with his prick inside her.
They moved a few inches across the mattress as Ann clung to him while he drove his cock in and out of her body. Only a small part of her back was touching the mattress as she fused her body to his. She felt his bans bouncing against her ass and she wiggled to rub her red-hot nipples against his hairy chest.
"FUCK ME!" Her whisper in his ear sounded like a scream. "I'm commmminnnggg! Yiiieeee!"
Everything seemed to happen at once for Fred. He felt Ann's body spasm and wrap even tighter around his until he felt he couldn't breathe. Then her urgent voice begged him to fuck her and her hips gyrated, grinding her crotch against his and yanking on his pumping cock. At the same moment, Fred's balls exploded with a roar he was certain could be heard for miles and his cock began jerking wildly as it pumped jet after jet of his juice into her quivering body. He felt her teeth sink into his lip and he ground his body into hem savagely. It seemed like his entire body was being spewed into hers through his pumping cock. Then her grip on his body relaxed and he collapsed on top of her on the mattress, every ounce of his energy gone in what was one of the most intense orgasms he could remember.
"Wow!" Ann sighed as she turned and snuggled her body against his.
"HOLY SHIT!"
Fred and Ann, along with Janet, Mike, Faye and George Haney, turned to look as the cry split the quiet air in the room. "JESUS CHRIST!" Donna screamed a second time. More than anybody else in the room, Janet understood the older woman's anguished cry. She saw that Donna was on her back and Troy was poised between her thighs. Troy's giant prick was lodged just inside the woman's cunt, and he was thrusting hard into her body. But his cock was barely moving, wedging its way into the brunette's hole a fraction of an inch at a time.
"NO! YOU BASTARD DON'T STOP!" Donna cried loudly. "I WANT THAT GORGEOUS PRICK UP ME IF IT KILLS ME! OWWW! HARDER!" George Haney smiled. Although he had been drained dry twice by the insatiable Faye, he felt his cock begin to grow hard again as he watched his wife's body impaled on Troy's huge prick. Donna was always talking about finding a man with a big enough cock to satisfy her. Well, by God, this should cure her forever!
Pulling away from Faye's insistent hand, George crawled over beside Troy and Donna. He stared at Troy's cock spearing his wife's body and smiled. "Go ahead, Troy," he said, "fuck her. Fuck her until she can't walk. She's always wanted a big prick in her, so give it to her!" Troy laughed heartily, bracing his knees and lunging as hard as be could into Donna's body. She was one of the tightest cunts he'd ever experienced, but the way she was begging for it drove him on. Donna wasn't sure she could stand the pain. In her entire life she had never dreamed of a prick this big! When she first saw it, Donna had thought he was wearing a dildo, but her probing hands soon discovered that it was real. She had tried to suck him, but her jaws would not open wide enough to take his cock in her mouth. So she had licked him and played with him with both hands until he was so hot he had to fuck her. She had braced herself for the pain, knowing that anything that size would not enter her body easily, but the pain was much greater than she had imagined it would be. It felt like he was ripping her cunt apart! She raised herself on her shoulders and her eyes bulged when she saw that he was at the most an inch inside her.
"Pour it to her, Troy!" George said excitedly. Donna thought she'd like to see George take this cock up his ass! But she'd show them all! She bit her lip and watched Troy work it another inch into her body. Her eyes registered his every move and she saw the thick cords of veins on the shaft of his cock compress as they slowly forced their way up her. She screamed twice, and once it was all she could do not to lean over and slap George's face when he kept goading boy on. Donna blacked out for a moment, and when she opened her eyes she breathed a sigh of relief to see that Troy was all the way up her. She could feel the head of his prick in her belly. Never in her life had she been penetrated so deeply! The pain was diminishing and she held her breath in an effort to gain control of herself.
Fred admired the way Donna took Troy. He knew it was a superhuman effort on her part, but she never wavered.
"Hi," Faye said, taking Fred's cock in her hand as she scooted over beside them. "I seemed to have lost my partner. Mind if I join you two?" "Hey," Ann complained, "I'm damned if I'm going to give him up!" "Just share him, Ann," Faye said. "He can eat one of us and fuck the other. But first we have to turn him on. Fred darling, why not double your fun, take on two girls instead of one?" Without waiting for either of them to reply, Faye dipped her head to Fred's crotch and began kissing his balls.
Ann was furious about the intrusion and was determined not to give an inch of ground to the petite redhead. She brought herself to her knees and also dropped her face to Fred's crotch. Taking his limp cock in her hand, Ann began kissing it fondly while the other girl licked his balls. Fred felt his prick jerk and become rigid. He could hardly believe this was actually happening to him. He blinked his eyes as he looked down and saw the two beautiful faces buried in his groin. He felt Faye's teasing teeth nibbling on his balls and he saw his prick disappear into Ann's gorgeous mouth. The blood pounding m his temples told him that what was happening was real. The contrasting colors of the girls' hair blended and their heads moved around at his crotch. Faye's tongue had found his asshole and she was rimming him. Her hand caressed his balls at the same time and he felt Ann's suction increase on his cock. He reached out and cupped a lovely tit in his hand from each of the bodies and began kneading them as his body temperature rose to a dangerous level. "He's your partner," Faye said, pulling her head up and speaking to Ann, "so you choose. You want his tongue or his prick?" Ann couldn't help but smile at the bold, natural, and thoroughly erotic approach of the small redhead. "If you want to borrow his mouth," she said, "be my guest."
Ann pulled herself up and threw one leg over Fred's body, straddling him and poising her pussy just above his rigid cock. She held his prick in her hand as she lowered herself on top of it. Fred was watching his cock glide slowly up inside Ann's body when suddenly his vision was blocked with a familiar sight-Faye's cunt. The red fuzz of her pubic hair was covered with streaks of moisture. A strong, pungent odor wafted to his nostrils as she lowered her crotch to his face. "Suck me, Fred darling," Faye said as she brought her pussy against his mouth. "Let me feel that tongue. Oh, that's nice!" Fred began nibbling on Faye's clitoris while he felt Ann start riding his prick. She was moving up and down slowly, bringing his cock deep into her cunt and then withdrawing it to the very entrance to her pussy. Fred felt her grasp his balls and he thought he was going to climax right at that moment.
Ann was surprised at how stimulated she was. Faye was squatting on Fred's mouth facing her and she could see Fred's tongue lapping at the redhead's pussy. That, combined with the marvelous feeling of having his prick deep inside her, served to arouse Ann to new heights of sexual pleasure. She held his balls in her hand as she began riding his cock faster and faster. Her eyes fastened on the petite redhead's cunt and what Fred's tongue was doing to her clitoris. At times, Ann could swear she could feel Fred licking her!
Faye watched the pretty brunette's body move up and down on Fred's prick. She seldom envied another woman, but she envied Ann's body. It was so beautifully proportioned and full. The brunette's full tits bounced on her chest as she increased the tempo of her movement on top of Fred's prick. Faye ground her cunt against Fred's mouth as she felt her excitement grow to a fever pitch.
He was nibbling on her sensitive clit with his teeth and driving her wild. "Oooooohhhhh!" she moaned as she felt her climax grip her. Faye had to reach out and place a hand on Ann's shoulder to balance herself as she pressed her mint against his hungry mouth and let her orgasm sweep through her system.
Faye's orgasm triggered Ann's. She watched the redhead grind her crotch into Fred's face and knew exactly the feeling that was going through the girl. Ann pumped Fred's balls until she felt them swell up and explode. Then she relaxed and let her own orgasm sweep through her. "Aaaaaahhhh!" Ann moaned, bringing her hips down to effect maximum penetration of his cock in her cunt, and holding him in that position while jet after jet of his hot juice splashed inside her. When the two girls climbed off Fred's body, he looked around the room and found that all the others were sound asleep or curling up to go to sleep. Donna was dead to the world, but she held Troy's limp cock in her two hands and had a pleased look on her face. Fred saw Janet's eyes close as she cuddled close to Mike's sleeping body. George Haney was missing. Fred wondered where the host had gone. He knew that if they all fell asleep here, they'd wake up colder than hell when the fire went out. He knew he should wake them all and get them to the bedrooms, but Fred found he was too exhausted to move. He was sandwiched between Faye and Ann. What more could a man want? he asked himself as he closed his eyes and went to sleep.
The group did not awaken until five in the morning. They found that George Haney had played the perfect host and covered them all with blankets. Fred and Troy, shivering in the nude, made a fire. The others came awake slowly. "Man, I'm famished," Fred announced.
"Yeah," Troy agreed, "somehow we overlooked dinner last night."
"Fred had his," Faye said. "Didn't you, darling? Pussy pie." "We all ate a lot," George said, "but nothing that sticks to the ribs. Why don't you girls help Donna fix a heaping breakfast?" They had orange juice, eggs, hash brown potatoes, hot cakes, thick slices of ham, toast and coffee, and there wasn't a scrap of food left when they finished.
"I'd say we were hungry," Janet remarked when they had finished and began clearing the dishes.
"Skiing and sex can give you a real appetite," Mike replied. "And I feel like skiing this morning."
"So do I," Janet called from the kitchen.
"Me too," Fred agreed.
"I'm game," Ann added.
"What time does the sun rise up here?" Mike asked. "In another hour, maybe a little less," Donna said. "Plenty of time to take hot showers and get dressed."
Donna remained in the lodge when the rest went out to tackle the slopes in the early morning sun. She gave in to their good natured kidding and admitted that she was so sore she could hardly walk. Janet handed her a bottle of cream, but Donna had her own. She said she'd be back to normal before the day was out and waved to them as they bundled up and left for the lift.
The morning passed quickly. George pleaded that he was tired after his second run and offered to drive the station wagon to the bottom of the hill if the others wanted to ski all the way down. He'd meet them and drive them back to the lodge. Fred accepted immediately and the other five joined him on the lift.
The second half of the run, from the lodge to the floor of the valley, was steep and fast.
Twice Fred thought he was going to lose control, but he managed to keep his balance. A small jump came on him before he had time to analyze it and he bent his knees and made it. He almost lost his balance looking back to see if Janet and the others had made the jump. Janet looked like she was going down, but she righted herself in time and made a long turn to slow down. Fred saw the station wagon by the edge of the road and decided he would have to come in above and make a fast turn to stop. "How about that!" Janet shouted with glee as she pulled to a powdery stop beside her husband. "My first jump! God, that was really great!" "I forgot to warn you two about that jump," Mike said as he pulled up and dug his poles into the snow. "Ann went ass over end on that last year." "But not this year!" Ann said as she glided to a graceful stop beside her husband. "I bent my knees like you told me and it was a breeze." "If I wasn't so damned tired, I'd go again," Janet commented. "Hey, hey!" George called from the car. "None of that talk. We have to leave at three in order to make it back to New York tonight. That leaves time for a nice lunch and same swinging for dessert. Come on, get those skis off and pile in!"