Date: Mon, 3 Mar 2003 22:28:56 +0000 (GMT)
From: T J <dubtownswingers@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Rebecca & Mike's ski trip 10

Clare and Susan were holding eachother very close. It was no
surprise that when the fireworks stopped they excused
themselves off to bed. No doubt Susan was tired, but we all
knew that these two sisters needed to be together. We all
kissed them good night. Michael gave Susan a long, fatherly
hug. When it came to saying good night to their parents,
each parent lingered with each daughter. This was a very
special night that none of them wanted to end. Susan and
Clare headed off to the smallest free room, smiling
contentedly, and with the best wishes and lust from everyone
in the room. Happy New Year girls..

Once we'd drained our glassed the professor and Jill also
retired, to the main bedroom where they were joined by Mai
Ling. That left Maria, Helen, Sam, Michael and myself to
make a dent in the champagne. Mai-ling popped back out for a
bottle and three glasses at one point. Usually it would be
appropriate for any nookie they were having to be made
public, but none of us were about to demand their presence
in the main room. They deserved to be together in private if
they wanted to, so we left them to it. "Don't worry", said
Mai-Ling "You guys are the toast of our New Year". With that
she kissed Helen, all tounges and moans. Breaking from it
she winked over at Michael and I, and slipped off to join
Jill and the professor

That kiss got Helen quite frisky. She immediately made a
play for Maria, and mother and daughter kissed very
passionately in front of us. For the next half hour or so
there was lots of kissing, nibbling and stroking, but it
wasn't too sexual until we got back onto the conversation of
a summer holiday on a nudist resort. Tomorrow, New Year's
Day, we were due to spend a day at Johan & Freidas, watching
the filming and no doubt lounging around naked all day. The
prospect clearly made us all horny.

By now I was quite drunk and had no inhibitions revealing
some of the things I'd like to get up to. I made no bones
about the fact that I loved sharing blow jobs with Michael,
and I'd be ever so keen to find a few tanned hunks who
enjoyed our attentions, would join Michael in satisfying my
desires, and who would help me ensure Michael got his. My
other fantasy was getting together with Clare, Susan and
Maria and corrupting some 12-15 year old girls into lots of
lesbian frolics. I knew this would get Helen's interest too,
and little by little we began to get more bold with our
fantasies of how we'd seduce them. Michael and Sam were
getting really turned on by this, and soon began stroking
eachother. Maria scooted inbetween then and began using a
hand on each cock to wank them both.

Helen and I took a mouthful of champagne each and moved
across to join them. Needless to say we dived down to blow
them both with mouthfuls of bubbly exquisitely tingling our
tongues and their dicks. In my mouth Michael still had some
way to get fully hard, but Sam was already leaking pre-cum.
He'd cum only once since his morning romp and clearly had
lots to feed us. Maria was doing a fine job of feeding him
into her mother's mouth, and Sam was rapidly losing himself.
Helen briefly removed herself from him to capture some more
champagne.

"Make sure you come for me this time, Sam," she said before
raising the glass to her lips. "I've never had a champagne
and cum cocktail, and I'm really looking forward to one"

Maria kept wanting him as he watched Helen slip a hand down
between her legs and rub herself a few times. She was moist,
horny, and very much looking forward to cum in her mouth.
She took a healthy gulp of bubbly, and then moved back to
her blow-job position. Almost as soon as the cold fizzes
mixed with warm lips and tongue hit his cock, Sam lost
control. I was beginning to get Michael going by now, but we
had some way to go before he came. This left all four of us
able to focus on Sam as he came. Predictably there was lots
of cum, which, mixed with champagne, was going to be too
much for Helen to swallow. I took over the hands on
Michael's cock to free Maria up to lean forward and share
the cocktail kiss with her mom. Wow, it was a real cracker
of a kiss. Cum and bubbles, and the tingle of champagne.

I was both drunk and getting a little tired now, and I
feared for the first time I might need a little help to get
Michael cumming, rather than wanting help, which I
frequently did. My 'rescue' was mother and daughter, Helen
and Maria, deciding I was in need of an orgasm of my own
whilst the ever eager Sam resumed the blow job. Michael was
treated to Sam's sexy lips and tongue with a vision of me
being mauled by ever-so-horny Maria. I guess it was payback
for earlier in the day, and she was welcome to go fir it. I
was her toy, and, with her mother, they played with me
expertly. With the show we put on and Sam's attentions,
Michael was finally feeling his orgasm build. As it did so
Maria went to join Sam whilst Helen worked her magic on my
pussy to bring it one final orgasm of the day. A final
filling of champagne and licking of my swollen clit brought
it crashing through my body. Second's later Michael exploded
into Sam's mouth, and then onto Maria's face. I came round
to see Sam licking his cum off Maria's cheek and chin, and
cum-kissing her. The two of them swapped, swirled and
swallowed Michael's first cum of the year, and I didn't feel
in the slightest bit jealous. He was my man, and I loved him
so.

Whilst Helen slept with Sam, I slept with Maria and Michael
that night. The roster had us paired off in 'romantic' pairs
- me and Michael, Jill and the professor, Susan and Sam they
always slept together, more so than most couples I guess.. .
But after the events of last night the roster got amended as
we went along. By the time we headed for bed it was past
2am, and we crashed as soon as our heads hit the pillow,
despite drunken commitments that we would make love again
when we got there.

Next morning, and, for the first time in ages, I was hung
over. Hadn't been that way since about week 3 of term - 4
months ago -  but I was hung over this morning. Michael and
Maria had paced themselves better than me, and I was the one
suffering. Whilst waking up with them was wonderful, I was
not ready to get up too quickly. By the time I made it out
of bed for breakfast everyone had left. Not for skiing, as
today of course was our 'rest' day - looking at the masses
of people on the slopes, a wise choice - but off for coffee,
croissants and a wander around town.

I was just out the shower when Kate came by to wish us all a
Happy New Year. She was clearly a bit disappointed to find
no-one home - she had been invited over after all.

"Hi Kate. Happy new year", I shouted through

"Rebecca ? Hi - where are you ? Where is everyone ?"
The shower had perked me up a little and as I walked out to
see her I felt immediately mischievous. She'd clearly taken
some time getting ready and looked really lovely in a mix of
pastel-coloured ski clothes. The combination of tanned skin,
blue eyes, and dark hair had an instant appeal. There is no
better hang-over cure than a shower and some good old
fashion lust. And I was lusting after Kate right now, no
doubt about it. I was stood in a towel that barely did up
over my boob, and came down about the length of an ultra
mini. IF I sat down she should get a great view.

I made for the kitchen. "They'll be back shortly. Just down
the square getting croissants and coffee. Would you like
some tea?"

I made the tea and suggested we drink it in the main room,
over by the window. I knew that would enable me to sit side
onto her, making it possible for her to look into pussy, but
that she'd have to maneuver herself a little to do so. I
wanted her to look at me. I wanted her to lust after me like
I was doing now. As I sat down I adjusted my towel so that
the knot above my boobs loosened some. It would gradually
slide and reveal my boobs over the next few minutes, so I
made a note to see if she was watching my boobs.

Miracles of miracles, as we sipped our 'Lady Grey' tea
together, I began to notice Kate's glances becoming that
ever so slightly sexy. My hang-over was receding rapidly,
whilst I was getting hornier and hornier. I decided to go
for sexy conversation - I wanted to hear Kate talk of sex so
I quizzed her about the nudist resort over the summer.

"You know it was weird at first, but by the end of, well, I
guess the first hour" she giggled, "I felt right at home".

She made me laugh, Kate. She came from south island New
Zealand, and was on her 'OE' - overseas experience - which
takes many of New Zealand's youngsters around the world for
a year or two, seeing the sights, working, getting drunk,
and getting laid. As we got chatting I realized she was
someone who'd actually had very few lovers. But the ones
she'd really fallen for them, and had a ravenous appetite
for sex. Her key was to figure out real early if they were
prepared for her. Few were. She liked her men to be men
strong and handsome - but she was also very turned on if
they were bi for other strong and handsome men.

Clearly I liked the sound of this. This is exactly why I
liked Michael so much. I guess I also liked angelic, picture
perfect guys like Sam and Stephane, but the manly types
always appealed more.

But as we moved onto girls it was evident that Kate was more
into women than guys, which surprised me somewhat after the
tales of the first evening with Michael, Johan and the
professor. Even after the session I'd had with Kate and the
others I had assumed she was mostly hetro, a little bi, but
I was now learning this was not really the case. She had
very little experience with guys. I really wanted to know
more about those experiences, and in particular what it was
like to be at a nudist resort all summer. There must have
been so much making love.. Kate began to explain:
All the staff had been recruited to be physically appealing
as well as good at their jobs, so there were lots of fit
staff there. Most were couples, but a few non-couples were
also hired.

"As one of the few single girls, I was always getting
invited over by the couples who liked three in a bed, but I
wasn't all that keen at first. It was my first time at a
nudist resort and we'd only had 3 days there before the
guests began to arrive. We worked 12-14 hour days, and I
don't know whether I was just shy or tired or what. Its not
that I didn't fancy any of them, I did, but I just kept
avoiding meeting them for the first week or so.

"At the end of the second week, though, I met Jean-Paul, his
wife Marianne, and I really liked them. We didn't get it off
or anything that first time, but over the course of the
summer I got really close with them. During August and
September I must have been with them almost every day. She
was beautiful, and he was just so tender with her and with
me. It really was lovely." Said Kate, smiling seductively at
her memories.

I was really horny now. I slipped a hand down my towel and

began to stroke myself. I didn't care now if Kate was

surreptitiously watching me. I wanted her to blatantly watch

me. I wanted to turn her on the way she was turning me on.

"What about guests ? Was it allowed ?" I asked

"Not officially, no, but they kind of turn a blind eye to it
if its done quietly and doesn't interfere with the work.
Jean-Paul's friend, Luc, and his wife, were head of my
section, with Luc like my direct boss. Once he knew I was
with Jean-Paul and Marianne, he gave me a pretty easy ride.
As long as I did my job he was cool. He never once came onto
me, and I liked him for that too."

"So, did you ever make it with a guest ?". I was getting
insistent in a way. I desperately wanted to hear Kate's
tale, and my pussy was demanding it was satisfied along with
my curiosity for life on a nudist resort. I raised my hand
up to my lips and licked off my pussy juice as Kate watched
me do it. I so wanted to hear her say she'd been with
guests, making love with them all summer. I knew my juices
would begin to flow at the thought. And if she did, I wanted
to hear all the details.

It was only one guest as it turned out, or rather four but
all connected, and I wasn't to be disappointed

Kate began to tell me the story of 3 weeks unrestrained lust
and consuming passion with an Air France stewardess called
Chantelle. She'd come to the resort with her sister,
Francoise, as a late replacement after her sister's
boyfriend had declined at the last minute. They were
assigned a cabin in Kate's section and, as usual, she'd went
to meet them on arrival. Whilst staff at the front desk were
clothed, once inside the resort all staff were naked too,
with wrist bands the only identifying feature that signaled
them out as staff.

"I loved that part of going to meet our new guests and
walking them to the apartment. When Chantelle and Francoise
arrived I had been there nearly 6 weeks and had a beautiful
all over tan. I felt really fit and healthy, and had just
started seeing Jean-Paul and Marianne. I felt really sexy
and confident. I just loved the idea of mixing with clothed
people when I was totally naked and looking fabulous. Lets
face it, most of the people at the resort are not all that
glamorous, so the staff often stand out. Men, women, kids
they all looked at me, and most lusted after me. It felt
great.

"As soon as I saw Chantelle walk toward me I went weak at
the knees. She was stunning. She came over and kissed me on
the cheek, you know the way French people do. She gave me
that look that if I'd have had clothes on, she undressed me.
Because I was already naked, that look just made love to me
with her eyes. I was expecting a couple, not two girls, so I
hardly noticed Francoise for a moment. I was dumbstruck just
a little too long with Chantelle for Francoise not to pick
up on my fascination with her sister. When she came over to
introduce herself I could immediately see they were sisters.
God, this is heaven, I thought. When I turned to lead them
to their cabin, I made sure my arse moved just perfectly."

Kate went on to explain that within 15 minutes she was
making love with Chantelle whilst Francoise was off to
explore. They were still making love an hour later when
Francoise returned with two young girls, about 14 or 15,
whom she'd bumped into by the pool.

"I was licking out Chantelle for the third or fourth time,
on my knees in the main room which you immediately walk in
on when you open the door. Chantelle was sat up on the sofa,
effectively facing the front door when Francoise came back.
I had my ears plugged by Chantell's thighs and had no idea
she'd come back. Even so, neither sister made any attempt to
hide what was going on from each other or the two girls."

As Kate related her story she looked beautiful. I opened my
towel and exposed my body to her. I wanted her to look at me
the way she must have looked at Chantelle, and I wanted her
to do to me the things she had been doing to Chantelle. I
let my hands wander all over my chest, playing with my
breasts and moving down in turn to my pussy, generating
juices and driving me wild. Kate slid a hand inside her
jumper and began playing with her breasts, but for now that
was all.

She continued. "Apparently they stood there watching us for
a few minutes until they began to play with themselves and
one another. Chantelle told me later that the show they
provided for her was just as horny as the show we were
providing for them, with the girls and Francoise kissing and
groping at first, playing with eachother's tits and stroking
pussies. As I brought Chantelle to climax, across the room
each was kneeling down to lick out the others.

As she got to this bit, Kate eased herself off the couch and
began the short crawl over to me. Her eyes were totally
fixated on mine. I was willing her to lick me out the way
she was telling me she'd licked out Chantelle. My breasts
were on fire, bursting for attention and sucking. I was
beginning to lose control.

As Kate reached me, she put her hands to my knees and then
began to stroke her way up my thighs, ever so softly. She
continued telling he story as she did so.

"I was so lost in drinking Chantelle's juices that it took
me a couple of second to sense that I had someone stroking
my bum ever so faintly. Next thing I knew was two hands were
on stroking my lower back and moving round to my stomach. I
felt this person press her stomach against my bum as she
hugged me from behind. As hands moved toward my breasts I
moved one of my hands down to meet it and press it against
my tits. I was delirious. Never for one moment did I think
it was anyone but Francoise, and I couldn't quite control my
delight at her touch."

I was having the same problem. I kept trying to pull Kate's
hands into my pussy but she kept brushing passed it ever so
lightly, stroking my thighs and stomach instead. I was going
crazy.

"Then the hands moved back down my body to my pussy and
began to massage my clit. I'd cum once earlier but was
definitely ready for more, and these two hands were doing a
wonderful job of taking me there. By now Chantelle was
coming back to life and began stroking my hair. Gradually
she raised my face and leant forward to kiss me."

With this I sensed a need to do the same. I lifted my pussy
drenched hands to her lips and she softly kissed my fingers.
Raising herself toward me she continued licking my fingers
as I pulled her up to kiss my lips. It was a soft, ever so
tender kiss. Lips and tongues came out to play, but very
gently. When we broke from the kiss, Kate continued her
story:

"As Chantelle and I kissed her hands played with my tits and
the hands in my pussy began to work their magic. Very soon I
was cumming. It was divine."

It was then that Kate finally moved her head towards my
shaven pussy and began to kiss it. They were soft kisses,
lips against lips, without any interfering hairs. And then
her tongue began to explore. Within less than a minute I
came in crashing waves, my images of these two French
sisters mixing with images of the twins just across the
courtyard and Michael guzzling cum from three cocks with
these hitherto unseen youngsters from Kate's story.

Kate was not about to let up from her story, not her
attention of my pussy. She told the rest of her tale to my
pussy, kissing it in between sentences, looking up at me
every minute or so, sensing the lust in my eyes. I couldn't
keep my hands from my boobs and stroking Kate's hair.

"It was only when I was gathering my senses that I realized
what had been happening. As I turned round to greet
Francoise I saw her being licked out on the couch to the
side of us. Then the face of a pretty young girl appeared
from behind me, her hands still in place in my pussy. As She
came forward to kiss me I tried desperately to make sense of
it all. As soon as our lips met I knew what made sense was
to kiss this exquisite creature back. What lips.

"As we kissed she moved round front on to me and Chantelle
rose off the couch and hugged me from behind. It was whilst
we re-adjusted our positions I recalled where I knew this
girl from. I'd seen her out by the pool a couple of days
ago, and remembered her beauty quite clearly. I wrapped my
arms around her and pulled her closer into me, exploring her
mouth with my tongue. I felt her breasts meet mine and her
pussy grind into me. I was about to get carried away when
shoe broke off from the kiss and pulled herself back a
little. Had I been to forceful kissing her ? I was mortified
if I had. But no. She just smiled at me and then brought her
hands up to her lips so she could taste the fruits of her
labours. She then dropped to her knees and began licking the
juices from my moist pussy."

As she said this, it was exactly what Kate was doing to me,
and within less than a minute she had me cumming again. She
came up to join my after that, with lots of kisses and hugs
and stroking and touching, during which she completed her
story. Kate became lovers to both the youngsters and
Chantelle for the next 10 days. She slept with Francoise a
couple of times in the first few days, but after that
Francoise seemed to lose interest in Kate and the girls.
Kate never saw Chantelle and Francoise together sexually,
but they seemed totally at ease with each others amorous
adventures. Kate and Chantelle made love with the girls two
or three times a day thereafter. When the girls left with t
heir respective families it had been heartbreaking, but Kate
and Chantelle had two more days alone before the two sisters
had to leave. It was after Chantelle had left that Kate fell
back in with Jean-Paul and Marianne, spending the rest of
the summer with them as her only lovers. In fact she'd spent
the 6 weeks after the resort had closed for the season with
them back in Antibes. She left Antibes to come to the ski
resort at the end of November, so her love for them and
Chantelle was really quite fresh.

"Seeing Susan that first morning, I couldn't help think of
the two girls over the summer. Then, when Clare and Maria
tried to kiss me, it all came flooding back. I was thinking
of resisting at first, but then I just let go. What a night.
Helen reminds me of Marianne in some ways," Kate said. She's
maybe 5 or 8 years older, but nonetheless as beautiful"

"She so enjoyed being with you yesterday, you know. I think
you two may have something there."

"She's so gorgeous, and the relationship she has with Maria.
When I was with them initially that first evening I really
didn't know they were mother and daughter. Maria had shouted
'mom' when she was cumming, but I thought it was just a
reaction to hearing Susan cry 'daddy' moments earlier. I
really didn't connect that Helen was her mom. It was Jill
who told me. I couldn't believe it. Blew my mind."

I giggled at this. I guess it would blow ones mind come to
think of it. We'd gotten to know them as lesbian daughter of
a lesbian mother, so what had intrigued me was how they'd
come round to enjoy male sex, and that's what I told Kate

"Kind of like me. I knew from a young age that I liked
girls. Boys were such jerks. But, like I said earlier,
before this summer I'd only had one boyfriend and two
girlfriends. Neither girl liked guys at all, but the guy I
was with was, I don't know, different. He cared about women,
and had had some bi adventures during his OE. It was meeting
him that I first began thinking about boys. Soon we were
lovers, and it lasted for about a year til I fell in love
with my second girlfriend. I kept running back to him every
couple of weeks, though as much to hear stories of his bi
exploits as to have a shag. Anyway, by the time I came
overseas I knew I liked boys, but only certain kinds, and I
liked girls, but not total dykes."

I cuddled Kate close to me. "I guess I only found out I had
similar feelings through Michael. It was just being with him
that switched on all sorts of buttons and inspired all sorts
of fantasies I never knew I had. Meeting the family
here...just amazing."

"You're so lucky, you know ? You've found the perfect guy.
I'm not sure how many there are like that. Jean-Paul was
one, and Marianne has him. You have Michael, Jill has the
professor. You can tell I love girls." she squeezed my hand,
"but I would like a bi guy who understands my wants and
needs, and is able to express his. God, life could be so
much easier." She smiled at me. I knew exactly what she was
saying. So many people just don't tell their partners what
they really like.

"Do you like Jill?"  I asked.

"That night, with her and the professor... They're something
else, aren't they?"

"We do like them," I said, with heavy emphasis on the 'do'.
"And they're such good lovers. I ache all over for them
sometimes"

As we continued talking I began thinking more and more about
the Jill and her family, how she deals with the professor
now, and what was it like before they met Mai-Ling. How
could she handle her own desires. And what of his ? where
they honest and open about their bi leanings ?

As Kate and I tried to answer these questions we heard the
rest of the guys chatting outside. I looked into Kate's eyes
and kissed her again. I decided I really liked Kate. Could
we imagine how it would have been if the chalet maid had
been a prude and reported us or something disastrous like
that ? No, Kate had been wonderful, and after last night and
this morning I knew we could be friends for a long while,
not just this week. And I thought she could be very good for
Helen and Maria.

I looked again a that combination of dark hair,
blue eyes, tanned face, cute accent and, well,
I can't deny it, a very tasty pussy and one
hell of a tongue, I was becoming horny all over
again. But I'd been on the receiving end for
the last 40 minutes, and wanted to do some
giving. As the guys came up the stairs, I
hatched a plan.

"You horny?" I asked. Kate smiled.

"Yes. Very" she replied

Good. We were going to have a great afternoon.