Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2003 11:40:02 +0000 (GMT)
From: T J <dubtownswingers@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Rebecca & Mike's ski trip 3

The main bedroom looked like a bomb had hit next morning. Being younger and
some of the first to crash the night before, Susan and Sam were first
awake. I stirred feeling them wriggling next to me. Morning breath meant
kissing was out, but, as always, thanks to everyone cleaning themselves
thoroughly before retiring, oral sex was very much in. Susan was 69ing Sam
under the bed clothes. As I came round to realizing their action I leaned
over to stoke her ass, and continued doing so until she came. I love the
way it felt, the way her buttock cheeks clenched and shivered. Predictably
for two who practiced so often, Sam began cumming too, but both were ever-
so-quiet.

Susan came up for air about 30 seconds later. She'd drunk most of Sam's
cum, but saved some that she dribbled down her face at me as she smiled.
The little minx. She knew I couldn't resist it, and I couldn't. I leaned
forward to lap it up. I leaned back, and mouthed 'thank you'. She then took
my face in her hands as if to kiss me passionately, and I opened my mouth
in response. Susan then dribbled more globules of cum into my mouth. If
this is what I got just for stroking her beautiful butt then I'd be sure to
do it more often. I lay back down and pulled her on top of me. She snuggled
into my breasts. I was just about to think 'what a lovely way to wake up'
when Susan brought her sopping, silky smooth shaven pussy into contact with
my upper thigh and ground it there for a moment. She began kissing my
breasts, cupping them gently, just the way she knew I liked it. She knew
all to well what she was doing. I began stroking her hair and running
another hand up the small of her back. Susan's hand left my breast, went
into her mouth, and down to my clit. I was wet inside by now, and a
delicate finger opened my hole to reach inside and bring some juices up to
me clit to mix with Susan's saliva. She then reached into her own pussy to
bring yet more juice. She looked up from kissing my breasts, but continued
to massage my clit ever so gently, but ever so effectively. "I love you and
Michael" she said.

14 year old love is an all consuming and utter passion. Susan had it in
spade-fulls, for everyone in the room, but I knew Michael and I were
special to her. We had taken her virginity, and Michael was still the only
male organ she'd had inside her, or seemed inclined to want. I smile back
at her. "Then let me make you cum, dear Susan". I winked at her, smiled,
and began to pull her up my body. As her tits rubbed over mine I got such a
rush. As her ear passed my mouth I whispered, "I love you too". I passed
her right up my body until she straddled my face, hands up against the
window curtains behind the bed. I'd kind of banked on Sam joining us, and I
wasn't let down. He scooted under the covers and began to lick my moistened
pussy. I cupped her ass and began to move her over my lips and tongue. I
knew once I got her started she'd do most of the work, and I could
therefore not lose focus on what Sam was doing to me. It worked like a
dream. Susan began to use her thighs and hips to get the pressure and
position just right. She parted the curtains slightly to wipe some of the
condensation off and used it one her breasts. Her nipple hardened so much
and so tingly that she did it again, repeatedly to each breast.

Sam was doing great things to me. I have a vague recollection of other
murmurings around the room, but nothing that could distract us. Susan
flooded into my mouth, her second orgasm of the morning, and I think 7th of
the holiday so far. We'd been there less than a day!! All that sex. And
with that thought I came heavily into Sam. This orgasm was intensely about
Susan and Michael and Sam. I loved it.

When Susan scooted down she placed her nipples in my mouth. Wow. They were
so hard. "You try", Susan encouraged me, so I did. I raised myself up and
began to wipe the condensation of the rest of the window and apply it to my
tits. Wonderful. I cupped them in turn and licked me nipples. Susan sucked
at my clit while I did so. I was really enjoying this. After about 3
minutes I looked out the window, and was aghast to see three figures
standing in the snow staring up at me. They seemed to be three young girls,
about Susan's age, but it was hard to tell. I dived back down into bed.
Susan rubbed herself against my cold tits. "Were the girls still there?"
she asked. And then it hit. Susan had 'performed' for the watchers, and so
had I. I felt so mad at her and yet so sexy. I had captivated them as much
as myself, and no doubt Susan's performance had been a joy to behold - it
had been for me doing to the licking. I couldn't help but start giggling.
Thank god it would be us who recognized them out on the slopes and not them
recognizing us - I wasn't about to ski nude and I reckon they'd need their
jackets. But what a feeling it was having three young girls watch me...




The morning's ski-ing was great fun, and how those days at the dry ski
slope helped. I couldn't imagine being in those packs of 15 or so hopeless
beginners with an old, diseased, smoking letchy ski instructor pawing my
rear. For the first hour or so we got one to one tuition from the family,
all very hilarious, but that got us confident enough to move away rfom the
bedlam of the nursery slopes onto two green runs that were are base for the
day. In the afternoon Jill, the professor, Clare and Sam went further up
the mountain, whilst Susan stayed with us and acted as ski guide as we
tried to master the greens. Well, master is pushing it a bit, cause we fell
repeatedly, one knocking the wind and confidence out of Helen for a bit,
but she came round. She had great spirit, Helen, as well as a wonderful
tongue as I'd found out last night. All those lesbian magazines she read
had prepared her well. It was with a fall of Susan's - ok, just a stumble
and I clattered into her and knocked us both over - that I started to feel
frisky. I just leaned over in the snow to kiss her. After a moments
hesitation she welcomed me, and we kissed hungrily. Cold lips and cold
noses but fire inside our mouths made for a great experience. I wanted
more, but I backed off a little, just in case I was crossing the PDA -
public display of affection - boundary. We looked into eachother's eyes,
and then quickly glanced around. No-one was paying any attention. Two
people collapsed and embracing on the snow looked no different to two
people crashing, and passing skiers couldn't tell if we were two boys or
two girls under all these clothes. Maria was ski-ing toward us, with a
smile from here to England.

"You guy's are being right performers today". We smiled guiltily back up at
her. "First the girls at the window," - we'd told them over lunch, to much
amusement and envy - "and now out on the slopes. Jill wouldn't be pleased",
she said, but not too seriously. Susan and I liked looking at eachother,
grabbed another quick kiss, and were about to get up, when Maria and
Michael piled on top of us both, followed moments later by Helen. We had a
kissing, hugging, laughing, giggling, groping frenzy. Snow was flying
everywhere, as were tongues. After a couple of minutes we calmed ourselves
down, then grabbed the nearest person to us and did it all again. It was
innocent, crazy fun. Not sexual per se, but sexy, and it relieved a lot of
pent up sexual desires. We could now hold on til we got back. If we hadn't
had this I'm not sure I could have.

As we settled down and sat up to retrieve and sort our mangle of
skis, Susan spotted three jackets across the slope, and nudged me. I
recognized them instantly as the three jackets staring up at the window
this morning. From side on we could see that on of them had a dark navy
stripe that the other two didn't, but from the front they were identical.
Maybe like one of last years model and two of this year, or vice versa. Or
possibly two girls and one boy. They were looking over at us and giggling
as two taller skiers, possibly parents, came alongside them, glanced over
at us. After pausing for a moment they skied on, with the three youngsters
in tow. We'd all determined over lunch that there was no way this morning's
voyeurs could recognize us with all our gear on. Helen had said it was like
a masked ball - we could see them but they couldn't see us. They were
clearly accomplished skiers, and as they skied down toward the lift, I
guessed we'd lost them. At that moment Susan grabbed her skis and set off.
Other than two of the cutest wiggles of her ass which manufactured cutting
parallel S's in the snow, she went almost straight down. Wow - this girl
could ski. I looked at the others. We were all quite embarrassed at how
much we must be slowing her up, and simultaneously extremely grateful to
her. I made a commitment to be really good to her tonight.

As we watched Susan went straight up to the three jackets and began talking
to them. It lasted no longer than 90 seconds, and finished with a hug from
the two identical jackets, by which time the queue for the lift was going
inside the station. The two taller people disappeared from our view first,
then three youngsters. Susan then waved over to us and pointed across the
mountain, skiing in that direction, and waited for us. We were all in such
a hurry to see what was said that we had a calamity reaching her,
with Maria and I crashing and Michael finding himself heading off piste and
unable to turn in the softer snow. It was quite hilarious, and Susan was in
fits by the time we all reached her.

By the time Michael made it Maria, who'd got there way ahead of us despite
the crash, was getting playfully impatient, but Susan held her ground
despite Maria's threats of forced sexual abstinence for the rest of the
week. Fact was there was no way any of us could not melt in her presence.
Susan just had 'it', whatever 'it' is - a combination of beguiling beauty,
eyes you could dive into, a pornstar body in development, and a porn star
attitude to sex already fully formed. All this at 14. And the little minx
could ski like a professional. God I wanted her so much. I didn't want to
be her, cause she wasn't going to marry Michael - I was - but as sure as I
was standing in front of her now, I wanted Michael and I to make love with
her for the rest of our lives. As Susan continued to tease Maria and Helen,
I hugged Michael passionately, then looked at him. "I love you" I said.

I turned back to Susan. Ok girl, get on with it, what's the story ?
"They're twins, identical twins" she said excitedly, "and identically
gorgeous". Over the next few minutes we got the low down, a pool of
information it would have taken me weeks to get out of someone, and Susan
had taken about 90 seconds.

The two twins were Ulrika and Joanna, with stunning blue eyes and long
blonde hair tucked inside their ski suits. Stephane was their elder
brother, - a boy ? oh my god I performed at the window for a boy ? - who
Susan compared to Rob Lowe, her favourite film actor. She didn't get their
ages, but said maybe Stephane was about Clare's age. And the twins ? Maria
had asked. Don't get bogged down in the details, said Susan. They were all
gorgeous and I got pecked on both cheeks by both girls - Susan had clearly
been quite taken with them....

Their parents were Johan and Freida - Susan said like James Bond and one of
his babes. They came from Norway, and were staying in the chalet diagonally
opposite ours. There were two older boys staying with them too, ski-ing
elsewhere. Susan's introduction was wonderful. "Hi, I'm the girl from the
window this morning". Susan said that as soon as she said it the twins
immediately smiled in recognition. Clearly English was not a problem. Susan
had said she was staying with her family, two girls and a boy - "like you"
- and that the other girl in the window was a 'special' family friend.
Freida had said her daughters had been talking about the 'girls in the
window' all day, and it was lovely to find out they had not been making it
up. Freida then invited Susan and her 'special friend' over for a sauna
'apres ski'. 'Can we all come?' Susan had asked. 'How many of there are
you' asked Joanna, seemingly the more talkative of the two drop dead
gorgeous twins. '6 family, 4 friends' replied Susan. There was evidently a
'wow' expression on their faces. They' didn't seem to pick up on a family
of two girls and a boy adding up to 6 - Susan thought of Mai-Ling as family
- but it would no doubt strike them later. 'Well perhaps you younger ones
can get together and we'll catch up with the adults later on' suggested
Freida, and with that the queue had moved them inside. 'see you later' said
the girls, and that's when she got her 'continental' kiss on the cheeks.
Stephane just smiled, winked, and followed inside.

Susan was so excited she just couldn't contain herself. "I've never made
love in a sauna" said Susan. "I've never even been in a sauna, come to
that". It was Helen who brought some reason to the episode.

"Susan, don't get ahead of yourself. They might just be inviting you over
for a sauna. Its the done thing in Scandinavia. We might just share a drink
with their parents and you might just get very hot and uncomfortable in a
wooden box, and all the time we'd be missing spending time with eachother."
She put an arm around Maria. "And I think we have quite enough to play with
ourselves without chasing after others like a dog on heat". Maria gave her
mom a deep, open mouthed kiss. Helen had said it with humour and
compassion, and we all, including Susan, knew that she was very right
indeed. ''We could spend our whole lives making love just with eachother.
Most people have only one partner, we have 8 each. Get real girl. You can't
just walk up to a beautiful family and expect they're shagging eachother
like rabbits and on the look out for others". We fell about with laughter.
To hear Helen talk so was hilarious, but it wisely got an important message
across whilst at the same time being very funny.

"I agree with Helen" I said, "but I see no harm in some of us going across
and maybe having a sauna too. It would be rude not to now they've invited
us." As we skied on for the final hour we agreed that one we got back to
the chalet we'd discuss it over with the others, but in principle Susan,
me, Sam and Michael would go over, whilst Clare, Maria, Helen, Mai-Ling,
Jill and the professor would stay back. When we got back Jill and Mai-Ling
were added to the sauna party, just to meet with the family and make sure
they weren't axe murders or something. The others would stay at the house
to meet our chalet maid, and we arranged to have dinner in about an hour.