The fire was dying down in the huge fireplace. The heat only inflamed the young couple who were lying on a bearskin rug in front of it.
Ronald pressed his sweating palm against Elaine's fabulous tit, and started to massage it.
But that was not enough. His hand insinuated itself under her ski sweater, and he felt for her flesh. He gasped when his palm pressed into the resilient mound of her tit, and he felt her nipple puckering against his hand.
She wasn't wearing a bra.
"Fuck me," Elaine gasped.
"Right here?"
"Everyone's asleep. Fuck me," she gasped.
Too hungry to think of the consequences of getting caught fucking in the main lounge of the ski chalet, Ronald slid her woolen slacks down off her haunches, and then peeled off her woolen tights.
His breath hissed through his teeth when her blonde-pelted pussy was revealed, shimmering in the flickering light from the fire.
As he was slipping off her woolen tights, Elaine's hands were busy pulling down his slacks, and then his jockey shorts. Ronald stood up and pulled his slacks and jockey shorts off his ankles.
Then he crouched between Elaine's spread-eagled legs, his cock hungry for a taste of her gleaming pink twat.
"Ahh!" he gasped, as he lunged inward.
Elaine squealed with hot delight and locked her long, slender legs around Ronald's waist, as he buried himself balls-deep in her quivering, drooling pussy.
"Wonderful! Can I join you?"
Ronald and Elaine gasped, and stared in the direction of the speaker who had intruded on their carnal ruckus.
Then Elaine smiled.
It was Lennie, and he was holding his throbbing, erect cock in his hand. The tip of it gleamed with pre-come juices.
Ronald gasped when Elaine held out her arms.
"Sure, two's always company. I never get enough," she said.
Lennie moved forward, leering, ready to accept her invitation, Ronald's objections notwithstanding.
CHAPTER ONE
Laurie lived for one thing: skiing. She skied whenever she could, mostly weekends, and always on her vacations.
She was a secretary, a damned good one, and she was well-paid, so she could afford to go to the best resorts.
She was sitting in a coffee shop, staring out the window, thinking, on this particular September afternoon. Her boss had a convention in Chicago, and she had finished her work early, and left.
She was, of course, thinking about skiing. And the problem was, where would she go this year?
She had been to Switzerland, the Italian Alps. She had been to-the Midwest, and to New England, and of course on weekends, she stuck close to home, but still managed to get in some skiing.
Home-type skiing was seldom spectacular. But then, home was home.
She had another problem this year in addition to the question of where to ski during her hard-earned vacation. She had a boy friend, and he couldn't be bothered with skiing, and was annoyed at her for spending so much of her time pursuing the sport.
His name was Ronald. She had decided early on in the game that if that were the way he felt, then he could take a long walk off a short pier.
But somehow or other, Ronald had stuck it out, and he accompanied her frequently, even though he didn't ski.
Laurie knew that he was fucking around with the non-skiing bunnies in the various lodges when she was out on the slopes, and she didn't care.
Ronald was a very good stud, and next to skiing, Laurie loved sex more than anything in the world.
So she .put up with him. But she was getting very uncomfortable with the relationship, without quite knowing why.
They always had fun together. They never really quarreled. The sex was still good, still the same.
She stirred her black coffee vigorously and frowned.
That was the problem: the sex, however good it was, was always the same. She always came with him, and she got all the nookie she wanted, but something was missing, some vital element had gone out of the relationship.
Or had it?
Had the vital element oozed out of the relationship, or was it that it was never there? And what was it?
Laurie was no logician, but she had a keen enough mind and she was perceptive enough to know when something wasn't working.
She wondered, and had been wondering for some time, whether she should get rid of Ronald.
But she didn't want to go through the hassle of finding another lover. And she hated the singles scene, the nightly quest for a lay.
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
Laurie started and looked up.
She was an elegant woman in a black diamond mink coat. Her make-up was flawless, her hair meticulously groomed, her fingernails flawlessly manicured.
Laurie loved class, and she stared at the woman for a moment, after nodding briefly, assenting to the woman's sharing the table.
It was four o'clock, and the coffee shop, being near some warehouses on twenty-four hour shifts, was filled with either late lunchers or people sitting down to early suppers, and there were no empty tables.
The woman sat down, and Laurie wondered what she was doing in the neighborhood. There were no shops around here that would interest her, Laurie thought, and surely she didn't work in the neighborhood-not dressed like that!
After the woman had sat down, she paid no more heed to the girl opposite her. Laurie went back to her cogitations.
She stirred restlessly in her seat, and her startling green eyes flicked back again to the woman, who was immersed in a travel magazine. Laurie's eyes were riveted on the cover, which advertised "The Best Ten Ski Resorts In The United States."
The woman was almost like the answer to a skier's prayer.
She opened her rose-bud mouth to speak to the woman, and heard her own soft intake of breath, as she started to speak. But the woman's mien was such that Laurie decided she didn't want to talk to her.
Instead, she carefully noted the name of the magazine, determining to buy one as soon as she left the coffee shop.
Her own restless mind drove her out of the noisy, busy place in short order, and she left the mysterious woman with her magazine, alone at the table.
At the corner where she took the subway home, there was a large newsstand, and there she found the magazine the woman had been reading.
She bought a copy and went into the subway, and read it all the way home. By the time she reached her apartment, she knew exactly where she was going to go for her vacation.
She was going to a ski resort in the mountains of New England, which, the magazine declared had one of the best runs in the United States.
It was small and she had never heard of it before. It was also expensive which didn't phase her in the least.
Ronald called her about six.
"Want to go to dinner?" he asked.
"Sure," she exclaimed. "And wait till I tell you what I've discovered."
"What?" Ronald asked.
"A new ski resort that I never even heard of. And it's supposed to ... "
"Ah, come on, Laurie, please, will ya?"
Laurie bit her tongue against an angry retort.
"All right, Ronnie, I'll stop," Laurie said. "What time are you going to pick me up."
"About seven."
"Sure."
Laurie hung up, took a shower, and contemplated the impasse she was in with Ronald.
But she was ready with a smile when he came to the door. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He should have been everything a girl would want, but for Laurie, his interests stopped at her predominating interest, and it frustrated her.
Ronald had excellent taste in everything: in food, in clothing, in art and literature. But Ronald had no taste in skiing.
She was fairly taciturn at dinner, which they ate in an exclusive French restaurant. Ronald was fairly interesting when he talked about all his interests, but Laurie got restless, and finally partially withdrew from Ronald in order to contemplate her plans for her coming vacation.
"Hey, where are you?"
"Huh?" Laurie gasped, startled. She looked up into Ron's deep, deep blue eyes. He looked slightly miffed.
"Oh," she said, smiling and batting her eyelashes at him, "I was just thinking about this new ski resort."
"Laurie," Ronnie said, thoroughly annoyed now. "You didn't hear one word I said."
"I'm sorry. Please repeat it."
"I was saying that I have my vacation in February this year, and I wanted you to come with me."
"Great! My vacation's in February, and I was planning on trying out this new ski resort."
"No. I was planning on taking an extra week and traveling to France and England."
"Oh," Laurie said, shrugging her shoulders.
"Oh, what?" Ronald asked.
"Well, that's a shame. I thought maybe you'd like to come to this new ski resort with me.
"I just asked you to come to England and France with me!" Ronald said, leaning back in his chair.
"No, I'm going to this place called Kennelwick."
"You know, Laurie, your interest in skiing approaches a monomania. You're becoming a professional idiot on every other facet of life."
"I resent that!" Laurie spat.
"Well, I wish you'd think about it," Ronald said.
He asked her back to his apartment for a night cap. Laurie, in spite of her resentment of Ronald's lack of interest in her greatest love in life, shivered with excitement.
Ronald-was hung like a horse, and a superb lover.
His terraced apartment was in a large high rise which overlooked the East River.
As soon as they were in the door, before they had even discarded their coats, Laurie had thrown her arms around him.
She pressed her lips against his, and Ronnie pulled away, laughing.
"I said, 'night cap,' remember?"
"You're the only night cap I want," Laurie said, as she walked into the elegantly-decorated living room, and shucked her coat, throwing it over the arm of a chair.
Ronald got drinks for both of them and then sat beside her on the white leather couch.
Laurie didn't touch hers. As Ronald sipped on his, she nuzzled his ear lobe, and then thrust her tongue into the ear itself.
Ronald shivered, put his drink down on the glass-topped coffee table, and drew the ardent young girl into his arms.
He pressed his full, sensual mouth against Laurie's, and his tongue slithered into her waiting orifice.
Laurie trembled, and her body sagged against Ronnie's, her tits getting flattened out as she squeezed him tightly. She could feel his heart beating against her tight tit, as Ronald kissed her passionately.
Her hand moved down to his cloth-covered crotch, and she fondled his bulging manhood.
Ronald's arms tightened around her torso, and then he broke the kiss.
"Let's go to the bedroom."
"We can do it right here."
"We did it here the last time," Ronald said, rising.
"Oh, come on. I don't want to move!" Laurie gasped, laughing, and trying to pull him back down on the couch.
With a twinkle in his eyes that was verging on fire, Ronald hoisted Laurie to her feet and then swung her up into his arms. He carried her into the bedroom, and dropped her on the bed.
Laurie giggled, and Ronald started to remove her clothes. One of the many good things about Ronald was that she never had to worry about his tearing her clothes.
He took them off with a gentle expertise that had Laurie creaming wildly before he had finished, and he laid the clothes carefully on a chair. Laurie always stayed overnight with him, and she would be going straight to the office from his place.
Then Ronald stood up and divested himself on his own clothes. He didn't have to be quite so careful of his attire, since he could change, and he dropped his clothes to the floor, and then lay down beside Laurie, and pulled her naked body into his arms.
Again she felt his mouth pressed against hers. His tongue traced the curved line of her lips, and his hands moved up and down her smooth back. He traced the line of her ass crack with his finger lightly, and then kneaded her deliciously rounded buns.
Laurie moaned and reached between their bodies, taking his prick in her hands. Ronald had almost ten inches worth of manly stalk, and it was thick and hard and pulsating.
She started to caress it, moving her hand up and down over the soft flesh which covered his pulsating hardness, and her juices started to flow very heavily, as her twat heated up.
She felt the soft inner flesh of her thigh becoming wet and matted with the dew of her desire, as she squirmed against Ronald's hot and throbbing body.
Ronald's tongue raked the roof of her mouth, and Laurie sucked on it, drawing it deeper into her hot oral cavity.
Her flesh felt as if it were crawling with the wild sensations which flooded her warm, quivering body.
She pressed her fingertip into Ronald's piss slit, and smeared the drop of pre-come around on his mushroom-shaped cock head and then her hands reached under his magnificent manhood, and she squeezed his heavy, pendulous balls.
She moaned as she felt the hard nuts encased in his fleshy sacs.
Ronald moved down from her mouth, tonguing his way along her throat, until he came to her right breast.
His teeth clamped onto her pert, pink, little nipple, and then his tongue lashed at the tip of it.
Laurie gasped with the wild pleasure she felt as Ronald's tongue stimulated the pink little nubbin which crowned her melon-shaped jugs. The puckered little nipples seemed to become electrified.
Wild waves of pleasure shot through her like electricity, causing goose flesh to form on her soft white skin.
"Oh, Ronnie," she gasped, "please put it in me. I can't stand it any more," she said, humping her thickly-furred muff against his hairy loins.
Ronald pushed her over onto her back, and spread her legs by inserting his knee between her knees.
Her pink pussy lips flowered outward, engorged with the lusty blood which had surged into them. They gleamed with the honey which flowed hotly from her quivering little box.
Ronald pressed his prick against her tight little hole, and thrust inward.
"Ahh!" Laurie gasped. She shivered with the delicious pleasure of feeling her pussy walls stretched wide by Ronald's raging prick.
She bent her knees up as she felt Ronald's prick slithering into her well-oiled hole, and she moaned again. Her inner flesh crawled with the wild sensations which surged through her.
She felt as if her whole body were bloating with the hot ecstasy which flooded her body.
Her ears rang with the lusty blood which pounded through her veins, and sex sweat started to gleam on her soft white flesh, as Ronald's prick battered against the fleshy roof of her hot wet tunnel.
He pressed his body against hers, and Laurie felt her tits flattening out against his sweating throbbing chest.
"Oh, fuck me, honey, fuck me!" she gasped, grinding her swollen pussy meat against his hairy loins.
Against her quivering, sensitive ass flesh, she felt his balls pressing. The thick hairs which covered them tickled her soft skin, and sent more sensations of delight coursing through her lust-besotted body.
Ronald started to move in her. He had been tonguing her ear, and she could feel his hot moist breath caressing that super-sensitive area of her neck just beneath her ear lobe. The sensation shot shivering waves of pleasure through her.
She closed her eyes, her hands moving up and. down Ronald's smooth, rippling back, her fingernails raking his skin, leaving welts behind as her passion mounted.
Ronald pulled his cock out until only the throbbing tip of it was embedded in her hot wet cunt, and then he thrust inward again.
Laurie felt her cuntal walls close in around each other as he pulled out, and then felt them spreading wide as he slithered inward again.
She started to pant heavily, as her passion mounted.
Ronald's prick pistoned in and out of her cunt with more and more speed and strength as his own passion rose, spiraling upward from his fevered loins.
Laurie thought her insides would melt as she bucked and writhed under Ronald's hard-humping body. She started to squeal as she felt the first throes of her orgasm gripping her flesh, causing her muscles to stiffen.
Her breasts felt as if they had swelled to twice their normal size. They throbbed heavily against Ronald's chest, as he pressed against them.
The hair on his balls was now wet and matted with the thick honey which flowed lavishly from Laurie's cunt. They made noisy wet slapping noises as they slammed into her quivering, humping ass cheeks.
Laurie ground her pussy meat wildly against his hairy loins, feeling the heat in her loins intensify.
Her orgasm started to quiver in the depths of her well-stuffed snatch as Ronald's prick pistoned in and out of her pussy.
She felt his prick swelling, felt the throbbing in his hard-driving shaft increasing, as his own lusty blood poured into his manhood, and his balls swelled with their heavy, creamy load of liquid lust.
Her cuntal walls closed in around Ronald's hard-humping prick, and she felt the pre-orgasmic pleasure building in her body.
She shivered violently as the orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, causing her body to buck and heave under Ronald's undulating, sweating torso.
Laurie felt light-headed as her climax gripped her muscles, and caused her pussy to convulse furiously. She was grateful for
Ronald's weight pressing her into the mattress, because as the fury of the orgasm intensified, she became more light-headed, and actually felt as if she were going to float off the bed.
She surrendered to the hot wild sensations which surged through her, causing her mind to short-circuit. She was nothing at that moment but a wild rutting animal, and she accepted that fact, and lived up to it.
At the peak of her orgasm, she felt a surge of Ronald's thick, creamy juices pouring into her quivering, hot pussy.
His scum mixed with the hot syrup which was flowing out of her, and it trickled in more copious streams down her ass crack, to make a slimy, warm puddle on the sheets beneath her humping ass cheeks.
"Ahh!" she gasped, as she felt the orgasm starting to ebb. The furious contractions in her hot little cunt eased up, and her body relaxed, as Ronald shot the last of his load into her tingling pussy.
Then his body collapsed on top of hers.
Their flesh undulated together, fused with heat and the wetness of their perspiration, as they recovered from the wild effects of the orgasm they had both experienced.
"You're wonderful, you know that, Ronnie?" Laurie said, smiling up at the handsome man.
Ronald grunted, and slid off Laurie's body.
He pulled the covers up over them, and then pulled her into his arms. Laurie fell sound asleep, her body still quivering from the orgasm she had experienced.
Ronald fucked her again in the morning, waking her up with his gentle hands caressing her breasts, and then they showered together.
Over breakfast in a coffee shop, Ronald brought up the subject of their vacations again.
"Laurie, I really would like you to come with me."
"Ronald, I would, too, but I'm not going to England and France. That's dull to me. I'm going to try out this new ski resort."
"You're not being quite fair, Laurie. I've accompanied you on your last three ski trips. It's time we did something else. Skiing isn't everything in my life, and I don't think it should be everything in yours, either!"
"Well, it is, and I think you're being very intolerant. I've always loved skiing more than anything!"
"More than anything?" Ronnie asked, mocking her lightly. "That's right."
"More than people? More than sex? More than just plain living and learning?"
"I said, more than anything!" Laurie retorted, getting very angry at Ronald's insistence.
"Very well," Ronald said. He dropped the matter.
Laurie went to work, feeling very happy. She had been well-fucked last night and this morning, and her pussy purred all through the morning's work.
At lunch time, she called the ski resort, Kennelwick, and made a reservation for the two weeks of her February vacation. She was very excited.
Later that afternoon, she called Ronald, anxious to see if she could make him change his plans.
"I hope you have a good time," Ronald said, when she had finished telling him that she had made her reservations for the first two weeks in February.
"Well, aren't you even a little jealous?" Laurie asked, puzzled by Ronald's seeming indifference.
"No, I'm not. Listen, Laurie, I've got to go. My desk is piled high, and I want to finish before tomorrow morning."
"Oh, all right," Laurie said.
She had expected Ronald to invite her out. They had been constant companions for almost two years.
And she felt a little hurt.
As the afternoon wore on, she felt more than hurt. She felt angry. She decided to go to "The Alps," a bar where skiers hung out, after work. To hell with Ronnie, she thought to herself, as she packed it in for the day.
She met a friend of hers at the bar. Her name was Elaine, and Elaine was as avid a skier as Laurie.
Elaine was thoroughly intrigued by the magazine article which Laurie showed her over drinks that night.
"The best, huh?" Elaine asked, looking over the piece on Kennelwick. "So how come you didn't call and ask me?"
"Well, it was kind of expensive," Laurie said.
"I think I'll go, too. Want to share a room?"
Laurie grinned. One of the fringe benefits of skiing was the ready availability of prime studs-most of them in top physical condition, and all of them randy after a day on the slopes.
There was something about skiing which raised your temperature, caused the juices to flow heavily.
Maybe it was the sense of power when a slope was conquered. Maybe it was a sense of command about yourself.
Laurie never knew, but she did know that skiing and sex went together like hand in glove.
"Weeelll," she drawled.
Elaine laughed heartily.
"Don't be silly. I've discovered that most of the men don't share rooms. Why burn up money we don't need to?"
"It's a deal. I'll call the place tomorrow and change my reservation," Laurie said.
"Good. I'll give you a check right now to cover the down-payment. Does that suit you?"
"To a T," Laurie said.
She went home that night slightly tipsy, but more excited than ever. It was always fun to ski, but much more fun to ski with someone you knew and who shared your avid interest.
But she tossed and turned for several hours before she went to sleep. She missed Ronald.
And the more she missed him, the angrier she got at him.
CHAPTER TWO
The situation between Laurie and Ronald seemed to deteriorate over the next few months.
The big kicker came around the holidays.
Ronald had changed all his vacation plans. He was going to spend Christmas in London, and he left right after Thanksgiving, intending to make his trip longer than he had originally planned.
Laurie felt as if she were caught on the horns of a dilemma.
"Why?" she asked him, shocked when he broke the news.
"Why not?" he asked, as calm and imperturbable as ever.
"Well, what about the holidays together?"
"Laurie, I fail to see what the basis of your complaint is," Ronald said. They were sitting in Laurie's apartment. Ronald was sitting on the couch, his long elegant legs crossed, sipping a scotch and water.
"You fail to see! We've been together for two years, and you're taking a holiday without me, and you're going at Christmas time? What am I supposed to do!"
"Your plans are already made, Laurie, and they don't include me."
"Who says they don't! I asked you to come with me."
"To be your shadow?"
Laurie was stung to the quick. She felt her eyes smarting with tears.
"I thought you cared for me," she finally said, mustering up enough strength to quell the tears.
"I do. But, it's obvious that you don't care for me."
"That's a lie, Ronald Dearring, and you know it!"
"No, I don't! You have absolutely no interest in life except for skiing. You absolutely refused to get interested in anything else."
"Well, you could show a little more interest in it. It's fabulous! You have to admit that."
"It is, but not as a way of life. And you're being unjust when you say I haven't exhibited an interest. For the past two years I've gone with you on all your skiing trips, to the exclusion of any other kind of vacation or weekend, and I ski damned well!"
"But this place is ... "
"I don't care about this place, Laurie. I want some variety in my life and I'm going to get it."
That night, Laurie turned cold to Ronald. She thought he was being selfish, stubborn, and uncaring. She refused to see his point of view except in that light, and she dismissed him.
When he approached her, to take her in his arms, she pushed him away.
"I think you better go home," she said.
"Laurie!" he murmured.
"Well, since you're abandoning me for Christmas, I might just as well start getting used to being without you now."
Ronald had turned slightly white. He stood, hands at side, staring at her for a moment.
"Very well, Laurie," he said, gathering up his coat, and heading for the door. "Goodbye."
He walked out and closed the door quietly behind him, and Laurie was left with a wild ringing in her ears.
She went to her bedroom, threw herself down on the bed, and cried heart-brokenly. She thought of the night of loving she was missing, but she was too angry to want Ronald. He was being unfair and unreasonable.
Laurie tossed on the bed for an hour or so. The clock ticked quietly on her night table.
She felt her juices rising in her young loins, and she slid her hand into her jeans, and started to rub her passion-bloated pussy lips.
A shiver of excitement coursed through her, as her hand slid up and down her honeyed pussy lips.
But that wasn't good enough. She stood up and took her clothes off. She opened her closet door and stared at her reflection in the mirror.
She was a stunning woman in many ways. She was five feet five inches tall, with a perfect thirty-six figure.
Her belly was flat and the thick pelt of hair which covered her muff was the same color as the glossy chestnut hair with blonde highlights which covered her head.
Her eyes were large, almond-shaped, and green, and her features were perfectly chiseled.
She cupped her breasts, and pointed them at herself, seductively. Her pink tongue flicked out and licked at her lips. Smiling sensuously, she walked toward the mirror, and pressed her tits against the reflecting glass.
She shivered, and her nipples puckered as they made contact with the cool glass. Her juices started to flow more freely, and she walked up closer to the mirror, flattening out v her tits.
She kissed the reflection of her lips in the mirror, and stuck her tongue out, feeling the coldness of the mirror against her moist glossal organ.
Then she started to hump her pussy against the cold glass. Her pussy meat swelled even more and a delicious shudder rippled through her body, as she felt the coolness of the glass against her body.
She went back to the bed, and lay down on it, raising her knees upward, spreading her thighs wide.
The soft inner flesh of her thighs was gleaming with her pussy cream, and again she pried a finger between the plump white outer lips of her heavily-fringed pussy and pressed into the throbbing, moist flesh of her twat.
She started to rub up and down on her pussy meat systematically, and closed her eyes as the hot welter of sexual pleasure started to surge through her.
She arched her hips upward, and her middle finger slid into her quivering little quim.
She felt the cuntal walls of her pussy closing in around her finger, and again she shivered, as she started to pump the finger in and out of her hot little hole, rubbing the itching inner pussy flesh until her finger was gleaming with the juices which flowed from her.
With the thumb of the hand pressed against her pussy, she made hot contact with her clitoris, and gasped when she felt the hot little love button pop out of its fleshy sheath and tingle with erotic sensations.
Her other hand sought her breasts, and she alternately caressed one and then the other.
Her hips were now bouncing up and down on the bed with increasing fury as her passion mounted. Her finger dripped with the hot honey which flowed from her quivering little quim, as she continued to pump her middle finger in and out of her twat.
She started to sweat as the heat built in her body. Her beautiful face was twisted in an expression of unbridled lust, as she frigged herself into oblivion.
"Ohh!" she groaned, as she felt the first hot waves of an orgasm rippling through her.
Her body thrashed and twisted on the bed, as she continued to frig herself.
She dug her thumb into her tingling clitoris and diddled it back and forth, feeling the hot waves of pleasure course through her, searing her flesh as she bucked and writhed in the growing paroxysms of pleasure she felt.
And then her climax washed over her.
Behind her tightly-closed eyelids, wild fireworks shot off in brilliant colors which seemed to permeate her body, swelling it.
She took her middle finger out of her spastic snatch, and inserted two fingers, enjoying the feeling of her lusty blood pulsating in her tissues.
Her orgasm peaked, and her hand became a blur of motion as she frigged herself to satiety-at least for the moment.
She gasped, as she started to come down from her wild high, and lay, spread-eagled on the bed, listening to the sound of her heart thudding against her rib cage. The sound seemed to reverberate through her body and caused her ear-drums to throb.
After a while, she curled up to go to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come. She started to toss and turn, her anger getting in the way of the relaxation needed for sleep.
Finally she sat up, feeling thoroughly exhausted, and turned on the light. It was only eleven o'clock.
She got up, took a cool shower, and dressed. Then she called Elaine.
Elaine was sleepy when she answered the phone.
"Do you want to go out?" Laurie asked, her voice almost belligerent.
"At this hour of the. night?" Elaine asked, disbelievingly. "Why?"
"I just broke up with Ronald," Laurie sobbed.
"Ohhh," Elaine murmured with genuine sympathy. "I'm sorry, honey."
"Well, I'm going out and look for a stud. I thought we could do it together. But if you don't want to, well, I'm sorry I woke you up."
"No, no! I'll go with you. Sounds like a good idea. I've frigged myself until I'm sore, but it's not the same as having a man."
Laurie smiled.
"Meet you in The Alps?"
"Sounds like as good a place as any. Give me a minute to get dressed and wake up a little more."
"I'll order you an Irish coffee."
"Good idea! See you!"
Laurie threw on her coat, and went out into the cold night. It.wasn't that late, at least not according to New York standards, and the bar wasn't far from where she lived, just a few blocks.
The bar was still busy when she walked into it.
"Hello, Bill," she said to the bartender, as she took a seat. He grinned at her. "What'll you have?"
'Two Irish coffees," Laurie said. She was still upset, and it showed a little on her face.
"Two! It can't be that bad, can it?" Bill asked her.
"No," Laurie said, breaking up with laughter. "One's for Elaine. She's coming down to meet me."
At the end of the bar, two good-looking studs were sitting, talking.
Laurie spotted them, and saw them giving her the once-over. But they didn't make any moves.
It didn't really matter to Laurie at the moment. She figured they were together, and they might make the move as soon as Elaine walked in.
Elaine did walk in about five minutes after Bill had served her the two Irish coffees.
"Oh, goody!" Elaine said, sitting down on the bar stool which Laurie had saved for her, and clinking glasses with Laurie before taking a long sip of the warming brew.
"Now," Elaine said, wiping some of the whipped cream off her upper lip with her tongue, "tell me all about it."
"There isn't much to tell," Laurie said. "He's taking his holidays at Christmas time and he's going to England and France."
"He isn't going to share the holidays with you? That sucks!" Elaine said.
"Well, you know how he is. He has a totally closed mind about skiing."
"Yeah, he really does drag his heels. I remember how he was at Mount Snow. Although," Elaine said, thoughtfully, "you have to admit he really knew how to ski!"
The two men at the end of the bar made their move, which Laurie was pretty sure they would.
"See those two guys at the end of the bar?" Laurie whispered to Elaine.
"Yes, I saw them when I first walked in."
"I think they're on their way down to visit us," Laurie said. "They had their eyes on me when I first came in. But they're together."
"Oh, yum!" Elaine gasped.
The two men pushed their bar stools back, and stood up, slowly sauntering down the length of the relatively busy bar.
Both of them had tanned looks, which indicated they were sportsmen who spent a lot of time out of doors, and no doubt they were skiers.
One of them had Curly brown hair and the other had straight blonde hair which" was sun-streaked.
The two girls smiled at the men, who returned the smiles.
"Hello," the brown-haired man said, "My name's Tad. May we join you?"
"Of course," Elaine said. Laurie giggled. Elaine was squirming in her seat with the same kind of urgency as Laurie, and like Elaine, Laurie had spent some time frigging herself.
"I'm Lennie, the tall blonde man said, smiling with particular warmth at Laurie.
It amused Laurie, who had been out of the singles scene for a while, to notice that Tad had already become engrossed in conversation with Elaine. They had obviously done their picking at the end of the bar, and come down to make their killing.
Laurie wondered what would happen if she threw a spanner in the works by srubbing Lennie and trying to make a play for Tad. But that would only have held up the procedure, if not queered it entirely, and Laurie was not willing to go home alone.
Lennie sat down beside Laurie, who had her initial impression confirmed. The two men were skiers, and they had just come back from the Swiss Alps.
Laurie could talk a lot about them, having been there several times herself, and Elaine; a ' passionate skier, was no less involved in the conversation.
The decision about going home was easily made. Elaine smiled at Laurie, slid off her stool, while Tad paid her bill and his own.
Then they left, Elaine promising to call Laurie in the morning.
Within five minutes, Laurie had finished her Irish coffee, and she and Lennie were walking back to her apartment.
"Excuse the bed. It's unmade."
Lennie grinned, his teeth even and white in his tanned face.
"All right. My bed doesn't get made at all, except on Saturday when the maid does the cleaning and changes the sheets."
Laurie grinned.
"Want a night cap?" she asked.
Lennie walked up to her, and put his hands lightly on her shoulders, his face very close to hers.
"No, I want you."
Laurie sagged against his burly chest, and felt her juices well up and flow downward, staining her silk panties.
Laurie felt Lennie's mouth covering hers, felt his tongue insinuating itself into her hot oral cavity.
She was more excited than she might have been ordinarily. She had really been faithful to Ronald, and this was the first time she was with a strange man in almost two years.
She shivered and her body sagged against his well-developed chest. She pressed her muff against his groin, and rubbed the growing bulge she felt in his trousers.
"Where's the bedroom," Lennie gasped, breaking the kiss and giving her a hot look. His slate gray eyes were keen, and they seemed to pierce right through Laurie's quivering body.
"This way," she said, her voice as hoarse with passion as Lennie's was. She took his hand and led him into the bedroom.
Lennie, with one graceful move, slid his ski sweater up over his head.
"Last one undressed is a rotten egg," he said, laughing.
Laurie and he threw their clothes helter-skelter as they undressed. Lennie lost.
He was wearing heavy boots which laced up the front, and all Laurie had to do was slip out of her loafers.
She was lying on the bed, spread-eagled, watching Lennie's rippling back as he cursed and fumed over the laces on his boots.
"Rotten egg," she said, laughing. Her tits danced on her chest with her laughter.
Lennie turned around and grinned at her.
"Well, I'll make it up to you."
"Hurry up!" Laurie gasped, rubbing her thighs together. Her pussy flesh was already engorged and throbbing with passion.
Lennie finished taking off the heavy boots, and then lay down beside her, pulling her against his warm body.
Her nipples puckered as she rubbed them against his well-developed pectorals. There was one thing about sporting men which Laurie really loved. They were always in peak physical condition, and they could fuck for hours. This she had learned at the ski resorts.
Sometimes, when she thought about it, she didn't know which came first, her love for fucking or her love for skiing. She had had her cherry popped on her first ski trip when she was a senior in high school, and she had invariably associated the two ever since.
She closed her eyes and moaned, as Lennie pressed his mouth against hers again. His big, hard cock throbbed between their pressed-together bellies, and Laurie felt a wild shudder of unruly passion course through her.
This might be a one-night stand, but she had a feeling it would be a good one.
Lennie rolled her over onto her back, and Laurie spread her legs eagerly.
"Hungry, aren't you?" he asked, grinning.
She liked his teasing. It was friendly and warm, and added a note of companionship to their fucking. She remembered all the one-night stands she had indulged in, where no word was said, and the man departed afterward, sated and still a stranger.
He pressed his drooling, throbbing cock head against her quivering quim. Laurie was too hungry to wait. She bucked upward.
Lennie was in a semi-push-up position, and he looked down.
"Oops, it slipped!" he muttered, and Laurie laughed in the middle of the delight of feeling her pussy flesh spread wide by the man's powerful prick.
And then all the laughter died, as his face became distorted with lust. Laurie felt her pussy walls rippling as Lennie, with one powerful thrust, cleaved through her well-buttered pussy with his prick, until he was buried balls-deep in her quivering quim.
Laurie threw her legs up in the air, and wrapped them around Lennie's waist, as he started to move in her.
She looked down over the lush expanse of her body, and watched his cock appear, gleaming with her juices, as he drew it out, and then she almost came as he thrust it inward with a powerful lunge, almost searing the walls of her cunt with the power of his stroke.
He started to fuck her furiously, and Laurie abandoned herself to the wild fucking Lennie was giving her.
She closed her eyes, and started to grind her muff against his hairy loins as he lunged inward, stimulating her clitoris until it became inflamed and popped out of its fleshy sheath.
"Oh, yes!" she shrieked, going wild under his hard-humping body.
Lennie reamed out her cunt wildly, better than she had expected, and she squealed and writhed under his undulating body like a wild woman, totally immersed in the wild pleasure of the fucking she was getting.
Lennie's cock started to make wet sucking noises as he pistoned his shaft in and out of her pussy. Her juices welled up and flowed steadily downward, lubricating his prick as it massaged the itching, hungry walls of her twat.
It was as if her frigging session had been merely an appetizer, greasing her for the fucking to which she had abandoned herself.
She ran her hands over his powerful pectorals as he continued to fuck her, savoring the feel of his rippling muscles.
His rippling ass cheeks rose and fell with increasing fervor as he reamed her out, driving his prick deeply into her teeming twat.
Her cuntal walls started to tingle, and she knew.she was close to orgasm.
She felt her muscles tense, felt the goose flesh rising on her overheated skin, as Lennie's prick pillaged her pussy, driving her insane.
The sweet, fleshy abrasion of his prick against her cuntal walls raised her temperature until she felt as if her pussy were a seething cauldron of unbridled lust.
The constant battering of his hairy loins against her pussy flesh caused her clitoris to tingle wildly, adding to the wild welter of passion which was building in her body.
And then she started to squeal as she felt her orgasm rising from the depths of her well-stuffed snatch.
Her face became flushed and distorted with the intense sensations which she was feeling, and her head tossed from side to side on the sweat-stained pillow, as the climax built in her like a tidal wave, rising upward, bloating her body with its heat.
Her cunt started to convulse, and the pleasure made her ears ring, as Lennie continued to dip his wick into the teeming tunnel of her lust.
"Aiiee!" she screamed, gripping Lennie's powerful forearms which were braced on either side of her trembling, writhing body.
Lennie grunted like a rutting pig, as he felt the pressure of her orgasm gripping at her pussy walls, causing them to close in tightly around his fast-pistoning prick.
Laurie felt as if her pussy had become a gaping, sucking maw, drawing the juices out of Lennie's thick, heavy balls, which slapped with increasing speed and strength against her quivering, humping ass cheeks.
At the height of her orgasm, Lennie's come slit let loose with a warm, slimy spray of his gism.
Laurie felt it washing against the overheated walls of her pussy, mixing with her own juices and flowing downward. There was now a slimy puddle beneath her hips as Lennie continued to empty his balls into her hot, quaking little quim.
Her orgasm started to fade away slowly. Lennie shot the last of his wad into her tingling twat, and then his body relaxed on top of hers.
He lay on top of her quivering body for a while, trying to normalize his passion-spent breathing.
Laurie's legs slipped off Lennie's sweating waist, and she sighed, and stretched beneath his heavy frame.
"Uncomfortable?" Lennie asked.
"No," she said, quite content to feel the weight of his warm body on top of her forever.
"May I spend the night?" he asked. "I'd love that," she said, as he kissed her on her lips.
They curled up against each other, and fell asleep. Laurie felt somewhat recompensed for her loss of Ronald by finding Lennie.
In the morning, he took her for breakfast. Again the conversation was strictly skiing, skiing, and more skiing.
Laurie told Lennie about her plans to visit Kennelwick.
"Oh, say, I've heard of that place. I met a Frenchman where I was staying who had been there. Expensive as hell, but apparently they have some magnificent slopes."
"Right, that's what I heard."
Laurie told Lennie all about her trip, told him that Elaine was going with her.
It was the best thing she ever did. Lennie had taken her number, and that evening he called her to see if she wanted to go out for a drink.
Laurie was more than willing. She didn't like being alone.
"Oh, and I have a surprise for you," Lennie said.
When she arrived at the bar, Elaine was already there with Tad, and she looked like she had just been told she was coming into a million dollars.
"Guess what?" she squealed, when Laurie approached them, smiling.
"What?" Laurie asked, giving her order to
Lennie to give to the bartender.
"Tad and Lennie are going to be at Kennelwick at the same time we are!"
"Fantastic!" Laurie exclaimed, turning with a big smile to Lennie. "That's the best news I've heard in weeks!"
"Good. I just thought it would be fun."
Laurie decided that it certainly would.
Lennie was an interesting find. She had lucked out with him. Maybe there was a good chance for a long-term relationship. Unlike Ronald,. Lennie was as interested in skiing as Laurie was, and could talk about it for hours.
That pleased Laurie more than anything.
CHAPTER THREE
Elaine had her own problems in the matters of the heart.
She was every bit as rabid about skiing as Laurie, and consequently had never been able to keep a long-term boy friend.
The trouble was, she had introduced Ronald to Laurie. If Laurie were partially idiotic because she ate, drank, and slept skiing, and even construed sex as skiing, frequently, Elaine was even more idiotic.
Ronald had appeared to her at first to be the steady sort she could always keep on a string, but his conversation was way over her head. She didn't have the basic intelligence of Laurie, although Laurie frittered hers away.
So, when another stud came along who was almost, but not quite, as well-hung as Ronald, she had shunted Ronald to Laurie.
But the stud who replaced Ronald had an eye which roved just as much as Elaine's had, and in short order, he was out of her life and away from her bed.
Elaine, during all the time Laurie had been going with Ronald, had actually become somewhat jealous of her best skiing buddy. Ronald seemed to accompany her on all their skiing trips, and he was attentive, and if he ever sought the arms of another woman, he did it so discreetly that neither of the girls knew about it.
Laurie had always been grateful to Elaine for introducing her to Ronnie, and had liked the girl even more. Ronald seemed to have cemented their somewhat superficial friendship.
But secretly, Elaine wanted Ronald back, and using all her wiles, making them as subtle as she knew how, she tried to seduce him. Ronald had always seemed impervious to her sexy attacks.
Now that she knew Laurie and Ronald were no longer a couple, she was in a quandary. She had to have him back, had to have his magnificent prick. She would even go along with some of his crazy schemes. She wouldn't mind spending a few Saturday afternoons in museums, as long as she could take him skiing with her when she went.
And he had gone willingly enough with Laurie.
Of course, Laurie had never told her what the gist of their final quarrel had been, leaving Elaine in the dark about what Ronald really wanted.
Much as she wanted him back, she knew better than to try a frontal attack. To call him just after he had broken up with Laurie seemed rather gross, even to Elaine, and she was no slouch about getting what she wanted and breaking the rules to do it.
She started to hang out where she remembered he used to go frequently. And she hung around systematically and patiently.
Her patience was rewarded finally, when she was sitting in the Museum Cafe one day. She didn't particularly like the place, or any of the other places where Ronald hung out. She thought the people were dull, although they conversed among each other with singular animation.
But Elaine had only one interest, and that interest was skiing. Her second concern at this point, was to see if she could get her claws into Ronald.
She realized after a couple of patient weeks that she was running low on time, because Laurie had told her that he was going to spend the Christmas holidays in Europe, and she was contemplating this time factor over a gin and tonic when he walked into the bar.
He stood for a moment, his eyes glancing around the bar, and then his gaze lit on Elaine.
Elaine had seen him walk through the door as she was gazing in the mirror behind the bar. She had gasped, but restrained her reaction.
Very casually, she herself started to glance around the bar. Her eyes finally rested on Ronald, and she gasped again-this time for show.
"Ronald! I thought you were in Europe," she said.
Ronald smiled, but seemed to hang back. But he had been greeted directly and Ronald was nothing if not courteous.
He walked forward, his smile somewhat strained, a fact which did not escape Elaine's keen eyes.
"Hello, Elaine, how are you?"
"Fine, thanks. How are you?"
"I'm well, thank you."
Ronald's eyes were not on Elaine. He was trying to get the bartender's attention.
"Hi, Ronnie!" the bartender said, coming up to him with a warm smile. Ronald grinned back and held out his hand which the bartender shook.
"Hi, Donald. How about an Irish coffee?"
"Sure thing."
"Ahh," Elaine said, jumping in before Ronald slipped away, "I thought you were going to Europe."
"Who told you that?" Ronald asked.
Elaine had noticed that he had cruised the bar. She knew that she was the best-looking woman there, and it didn't occur to her that perhaps Ronald wanted something more than just good looks.
She leaned back in the bar stool, and threw her shoulders back so that her fabulous jugs were more prominent.
"Why, the last time I spoke to Laurie, she had mentioned it."
"Well, I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon," Ronald said. He seemed at this point to resign himself to a conversation with Elaine. He sipped his drink which the bartender had brought with singular alacrity, and stood with his foot on the bar rail, swaying back and forth.
Elaine felt her pussy starting to cream. He was tall and very definitely elegant-looking and the pants he was wearing were so tailored that his gorgeous manhood was clearly visible, not to mention the clean line of his thigh.
"What have you been doing with yourself?" she asked, taking a sip of her gin and tome.
"Nothing very different from what I usually do. I assume you're still skiing."
Elaine sighed.
Ronald was s going to be a tougher nut to crack than she thought.
"Well, my situation is the same as yours," Elaine quipped. "I'm not doing anything very different from what I usually do."
Ronald laughed at the retort, and as he sipped his drink, not making much conversation, which was unusual for him, he seemed to become mellow.
She finally got him talking, which relieved her somewhat. That was one problem she didn't think she would have with him, since he was usually personable and his conversation usually flowed easily.
This time, instead of intruding on his conversation with skiing anecdotes, she let him talk, and asked questions instead.
Before long, Ronald had asked her if she would have a drink with him. Elaine agreed.
By now her heart was hammering in her breast. The more she sat at the bar, listening to
Ronald's voice, watching his body, the hungrier she got for him, and she decided she just had to have him.
He leaned against the back of her stool, and Elaine took the opportunity to brush the back of her hand against the bulge. The next time she looked at his crotch, the bulge was noticeably bigger, and Elaine felt a shiver of sexual anticipation rippling through her.
"Would you like to come back to my place for a night cap?" she asked him boldly, when they had finished their drinks.
Ronald's eyes suddenly flashed, and Elaine felt a surge of hope. After all, he didn't have Laurie anymore, and he was a fairly selective man. A bird in the hand was always worth two in the bush, at least, according to Elaine's philosophy.
He seemed to weigh her proposition for a while before answering.
"Yes, thank you. That sounds like a nice idea."
With trembling hands, Elaine shrugged on her coat, and waited while Ronald picked up their tabs.
They took a cab to her apartment, which was on the East Side, and she and Ronald were finally seated comfortably on the couch, drinking brandy. Again Elaine let Ronald have the conversational lead, and this time she found his conversation interesting.
Whenever she could, she patted his thigh, thrilling to the hard feel of his rippling muscles. She displayed her gorgeous figure to the best advantage she could, trying to capture his imagine.
Ronald bit, finally.
Looking at her keenly, his eyes raking her lush body, he said, "You always were one hell of a good-looking woman, Elaine."
"Was?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him.
"Are," he said.
She leaned forward, and kissed him lightly on his lips, feeling that kiss ignite the fires in her loins, and hoping that Ronald would respond.
"Thank you for the compliment. You were always a nice person."
Ronald laughed, and his laughter puzzled Elaine, but she didn't have much time to muddle it through, because Ronald's arms went around her back, and he pressed her against his chest.
She moaned as she felt his lips cover hers.
The kiss was soft at first. Elaine shuddered, remembering what a fabulous lover Ronald was.
Then the kiss deepened. Elaine threw her arms around Ronald's neck and allowed the wildness of her feelings to well up in her.
Her entire body seemed to throb with erotic excitement, as she surrendered to the warmth of the kiss.
Ronald insinuated his tongue into Elaine's mouth. Elaine sucked on it, drawing it hungrily into her wet, warm orifice.
Her panties were thoroughly soaked by now, as Ronald's hand moved to her tit, and "he began to caress it.
She felt her nipple puckering and shivered, as the tightened little bud of flesh shot wild messages of pleasure and growing excitement through her trembling body.
The kiss deepened, and Ronald's arms tightened around Elaine's body. Elaine brought her hand to his bulging crotch, and she cupped his man meat, squeezing it gently, feeling the way it throbbed.
The warmth of his manhood seemed to radiate through the fabric of his trousers, and permeated Elaine's hand, as she felt his thick flesh.
"Oh, fuck me, Ronald," she gasped, biting his lower lip and flicking her tongue around the curved, sensual line of his mouth.
Ronald grunted, and pressed her back into the cushions of the couch. He sat beside her and undressed her.
Elaine remembered how skillful he had always been with undressing her and she creamed even more wildly, as he removed her blouse, and then expertly unhooked her bra.
Her fabulous boobs bounced free of the silk prison in which they were encased, and Ronald's mouth came down, clamping over the nipple of her left tit. He sucked on it, and his tongue circled the hard little excited button.
Blaine gasped, and arched her back up, pressing the resilient flesh against Ronald's face, as he continued to tease her left nipple.
When he had driven her thoroughly crazy, and she was panting with her passion, he tongued his way to her right breast, and gave it the same treatment with his tongue.
By now the stain in Elaine's crotch was spreading, as the heat built in her lust-besotted body.
She ran her fingers through his thick, glossy hair and then pulled it gently.
Ronald finally abandoned her tits, and his hand fumbled with the buckle of her belt. He released the catch, and unzipped the fly of her jeans, and slid them down over her slender, but well-rounded haunches.
"Oh, Ronald!" she gasped. "It's been so long."
Ronald's fingers hooked into the elastic waistband of her panties, and he slid them down over her haunches, throwing them on the floor.
Then Elaine watched him hungrily as he divested himself of his own clothing. She watched as he slid his jockey shorts down over his raging hard-on, and the ache in her cunt became fiery.
It had been a long time since she'd had a cock that large. There weren't that many around, at least that Elaine knew of. And not only was Ronald well-equipped, he knew how to use his assets.
"Beautiful," she murmured, grasping his thick, stiff rod when he sat down on the couch again. She pumped on it, and then her hands moved under his throbbing manhood, and she squeezed his balls.
"I'd almost forgotten what you felt like," she said, as she pressed the tip of her finger into his piss slit, and smeared the drop of pre-come around his bulbous cock head.
His penis jerked in her hand with excitement, and she felt his hands softly caressing and exploring her breasts.
He pinched her already stiffened nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and Elaine felt goose flesh forming on her smooth skin, as the excitement built to an unbearable degree.
Ronald lay down beside her, and pulled her against his throbbing, warm body.
They were lying side-by-side, and Elaine threw one of her legs over Ronald's lean, muscular haunches, and then rubbed it up and down his strong leg.
His cock rubbed against her pussy flesh. She humped against his hairy loins, feeling the cock slide along her pink, passion-bloated sex flesh, and she felt a heavy gush of her fluids course out of her quivering twat as she experienced a mini-orgasm.
Her love nubbin popped out of its fleshy sheath and began to quiver with delectable excitement, which caused Elaine to press herself more tightly against Ronald's body.
Ronald reached down, sensing her need, and placed his prick against her quivering, hot little hole.
He thrust inward, and Elaine let out a piercing scream of pleasure as she felt his wild, randy prick plowing through her pussy walls, spreading them and wreaking a delicious havoc in her hot little hole.
She clamped her pussy muscles against his thick, throbbing rod as he thrust inward, and her sex flesh rippled with delight as his throbbing rod slid against her hungry walls, massaging her aching, itching pussy walls.
She felt his cock head slamming against the fleshy roof of her little wet nest of lust, felt his balls pressing against her quivering ass cheeks.
He started to undulate his hips, causing his cock to rock back and forth. His strokes at first were shallow, but devastating, and Elaine suffered the exquisite agony of another mini-orgasm, as his cock head rummaged around in the teeming depths of her quim.
She started to hump against him, her inward humping motion matching his inward lunges.
She drove his cock deeper and deeper into her wet and hungry hole, and her body started to go wild.
Sex, she thought, as he continued to ream her out sensually, lazily, is a funny thing. His lips brushed hers and she felt his breath puffing moistly into her mouth.
Sex is funny because it is such a powerful, intense sensation. And yet one never gets tired of it. One forgets it, forgets the impact of the sexuality if one isn't with the partner for any length of time.
But her viscera were responding now, and she remembered with her body what she had always known with her mind: Ronald was one hell of a lover!
His cock continued to massage the inner flesh of her teeming twat, and his lips continued to kiss hers. He bit on her lower lip and then flicked his tongue back and forth over the soft flesh he had captured in his teeth.
Elaine closed her eyes and surrendered to the wild welter of passion which coursed through her. She felt as if her internal organs were being turned inside-out as the blood heated up in her body and threatened to overflow the veinous boundaries in which it normally ran.
It was almost like being split apart, or totally deranged, and the sensation was fabulous to the wild Elaine, as she rocked her hips back and forth, feeling Ronald's fantastic cock sawing in and out of her quivering quim.
Her body seemed to bloat. She could actually feel her tits throbbing as she pressed them against Ronald's sweating, throbbing chest. The nipples continued to pucker wildly, sending lightning-like flashed of bliss skittering through her already pleasure-filled body.
Ronald's thickly-pelted loins became wet and matted with the heavy syrup which flowed lavishly from her over-stuffed pussy, and as he slammed into her, the sensation of his sticky pubes slamming against her nether flesh heightened the growing ecstasy which threatened to take hold of her mind and drive her crazy.
Her fingernails raked over Ronald's back as he continued to lunge into her. His strokes got harder and faster as his own passion mounted.
He drove his cock deeper and deeper into her wet hot tunnel of lust, and Elaine felt the first tremors of her orgasm, like an earthquake, rumbling ponderously in the depths of her vibrating, tingling womanhood.
She rocked her hips back and forth faster and harder, as Ronald's prick sought out the ultimate reaches of her hot little hole, and the spasms which started softly in her wet, pink inner flesh intensified.
The convulsions started to grip her entire body and the orgasm washed over her, seethed through her like a tidal wave.
She groaned loudly against Ronald's mouth which was pressed tightly against hers, and as her orgasm peaked, she felt the hot wet kiss of his gism in the depths of her pussy.
His man juice only caused her orgasm to spiral even higher. Her ears rang with the hot wild tension which gripped her, seeming to her to be an electrical storm somehow triggered off in her body.
Her flesh crawled with the hot sensations which she felt, as she bucked furiously against Ronald's body.
Ronald pulled out all stops. His cock slithered wildly in and out of Elaine's convulsing cunt, his gism spewing into her with each inward thrust.
He felt his balls contract as they churned up their heavy load, felt it surging through his throbbing shaft.
Elaine's cunt sucked at Ronald's prick greedily, as if she were dying of thirst, and gism was the only substance which could satiate her.
Finally the wild spasms eased up, and she started to relax.
Ronald spewed the last of his load into her, and his body relaxed,too. Elaine could feel his heart calming down as it beat against her tit. Their flesh was virtually glued together with sweat and heat, as they lay locked in each other's arms.
"Oh, wow!" Elaine gasped.
Ronald smiled at her and kissed her on her straight nose. Then he pulled out of her.
Elaine sat up, looking at him pleadingly, as he got to his feet. She felt the juices of their combined come oozing out of her still-tingling pussy.
"Are you leaving?" she asked. "Yes."
Elaine was a little dismayed. Ronald, when he did sleep with her, usually stayed overnight, and she was counting on the comfort of his warm, palpitating body against hers, the shared warmth of the bed with two bodies in it.
Elaine hated to sleep alone.
"Why don't you stay? I have a nice, big bed, as you know.".
"No. I can't. I have to be up early tomorrow. There's a lot I still have to do before I board my flight at JFK."
Elaine hid her disappointment behind a bright smile. She kissed him behind the door, before opening it, leaving it between her and the corridor in case anyone were passing by.
"Have a nice trip. Why don't you call when you get back."
"We'll see, Elaine," Ronald said, noncommittally. "Have a nice Christmas."
"You, too," Elaine said.
She closed the door behind her, and then went into her bedroom.
Ronald's fucking had only greased her for more action, and she frigged herself to sleep.
The next day, just for the hell of it, she visited a museum, and stared at the paintings, but the only thing she could think of was her own impending vacation at Kennelwick.
And that night, for all her good intentions, she went to The Alps, and found Tad sitting at the end of the bar. She grinned at him.
"Getting ready for our vacation?" he asked her, hailing her from the end of the bar.
"Not yet. I can get ready in a day," said Elaine, who was indeed expert at packing for ski trips.
Tad laughed, and bought her a drink, and
Elaine had every intention of taking him home that night. She was quite sure he'd go.
"Where's Lennie?" she asked.
"Oh, Lennie had some shopping to do for Christmas," Tad said. "He thought he might stop by after the stores closed for a night cap, so I was waiting for him."
"Want a night cap at my place?" she asked brazenly.
"Sure, why not? Serves Lennie right for not being here, if he missed our fabulous company."
The two of them went back to Elaine's place, and had their night cap. At least Tad stayed the night, which was some comfort for Elaine.
Elaine wouldn't have minded having a live-in lover, but the idea of getting married had not yet crossed her young twenty-two-year-old mind.
She was married to skiing. She even dreamed about skiing.
At the moment, there was Tad. She and Tad and Laurie and Lennie did a lot of double-dating.
Laurie found herself looking forward to her dates with Lennie, just as much as Elaine enjoyed seeing Tad. For the moment, they had a temporary bond, and that was the joint trip they were going to take to this fabulous ski resort.
They talked about nothing else, and the holidays passed without incident, and without too much loneliness.
Tad and Lennie were always fun to be with.
One day when they were walking down Fifth Avenue, Elaine pointed out the museum to which she had gone. It was the Frick.
"What did you do that for?" Tad asked her.
"Oh, I have a friend who goes to them all the time, and he talks about nothing else," Elaine said, exaggerating the situation with Ronald.
"Like Ronald, huh?" Laurie had countered.
Elaine caught herself quickly, and assented.
"What a way to spend the time!" Lennie had snorted. "He must be pot-bellied and pasty-faced. Real ninety-pound weakling!"
Elaine and Tad laughed, but Laurie didn't. The remark triggered a bell somewhere in the back of her mind which she chose to ignore.
"Ronald isn't like that at all. He's built like a bull, and hung like a horse. And he's also a good skier," Laurie said, defending her memory of her ex-lover.
"Well, if he's such a good skier, why is he spending his Saturdays in the museum?" Lennie wanted to know.
Laurie looked at him.
"He doesn't spend every single Saturday in museums, or any other place for that matter."
Lennie shrugged and dropped the subject.
"No," Elaine said, slyly, "when he's not in museums, he's in libraries, and when he's not in libraries, he's at the opera, or a play. Very heady guy."
"What's wrong with that?" Laurie asked. "You like him, too. And you introduced me to him."
"Hey, I'm getting jealous of this guy!" Lennie exclaimed.
Both girls laughed heartily at that remark, and the subject was dropped.
But Laurie had food for thought.
Ronald was very conspicuous by his absence, and in the middle of a fun afternoon, she discovered that she missed him very much.
She missed him so much, as a matter-of-fact, that it put a damper on her happy anticipation of her skiing vacation.
CHAPTER FOUR
Vacation time finally came for the two over-eager skiers.
"Well, there are the two ski bunnies," Lennie said, coming forward to take Laurie's suitcase.
They boarded the train, and were on their way. They passed the time talking about skiing, the weather, which was ideal, since, according to the report they had heard that morning there was a fresh snowfall in the mountains to which they were heading, and drinking bloody Mary's.
They were picked up at the train station in a station wagon which took them to the resort.
They were properly impressed.
"Wow!" Laurie gasped, as the station wagon rounded a corner and drove through a gate.
The lodge itself was handsome, and situated on top of a bluff. It looked as if it were made of glass, the windows were so big. Above the lodge, they could see the mountains with its slopes, and the angular figures of skiers. The lift was busy carting people to the top.
"I second that," Elaine said, leaning forward.
"I just wonder how come we never heard of it before," Lennie said, frowning.
The driver looked at them through the rear-view mirror.
"We don't advertise. We don't want to trash this place up with people who don't really appreciate skiing. However, a magazine writer who is also a serious skier came up here last winter, and he wrote an article for a travel magazine, and included us."
"Free advertising, huh?"
The driver looked slightly dour.
"We didn't appreciate it. We have a waiting list a yard long, and some of the people who come here have never been on skis in their lives!"
"Disgraceful!" Tad snorted.
The inside of the lodge was as elegant as the outside surroundings. The main lounge had a monstrous fireplace, in which a fire was crackling cheerfully. One wall was solid window, and it overlooked the snowy slopes. The view seemed to go on forever. Surrounding the other three sides of the massive, cathedral-ceilinged room was a gallery lined with doors.
There was a large, curved staircase going up one side.
With the assistance of two porters, the two couples were shown to their rooms. The rooms were large, comfortable, and well furnished.
"Dinner will be served in an hour," the driver said, smiling.
"Good! That gives us time to get in one trip down," Laurie said. She grabbed her skis and boots, and with Elaine they ran to knock on the door of the men.
"Dinner in an hour!" Laurie sang. "Last one to the ski lift is a cripple!"
Laughing, the two girls ran down the gallery, and then dashed down the stairs, as the two men, lugging their skis roared out of the room.
It was a close call, but the girls won.
Twilight was just descending, and their first nan was fabulous. They took one of the higher slopes, to protract the pleasure, and finally slowed down on level ground about a hundred yards in back of the lodge.
Their faces tingled, and their eyes glowed with the pleasure of the sport.
They headed toward the lodge, and saw that other skiers were doing the same.
"I'm hungry," Tad said, rubbing his stomach.
"Me, too," Laurie chirped. When she was skiing, she was in her element, and she felt happy-really happy.
She had not seen Ronald since their break-up, and his absence from her life had bothered her increasingly. It also puzzled her.
But now that she was here, he had faded into the background of her mind. The main lounge was now buzzing with happy noise, as the skiers collected there, waiting for dinner.
The four happy, hungry people deposited their skis in the racks assigned to them, took off their boots, and then Went to their rooms to change for dinner.
"Ahh!" Elaine gasped, throwing herself on her back on the bed, "we couldn't have it better, huh? Good skiing, and two good studs."
Laurie was combing her hair and stared at her friend, smiling, in the mirror.
"Right," she said, feeling a slight pang and not understanding the meaning of it.
She should have been completely happy. She didn't have to hussie for a man to spend her nights with, and skiing always made her horny. And she had discovered a fabulous ski resort with superb slopes, and a magnificent ambiance. The people who came here, at least the ones she had seen, were serious about their skiing, and therefore there would be no dearth of the kind of conversation which interested Laurie, but somehow, every time Elaine mentioned how happy they were, it was as if she had poked her finger at a wound.
Something somewhere in Laurie hurt, and no matter how happy she thought she was, there was that shadow lurking in the background.
Dinner was superb. The four people were placed at a table with two other couples, and the conversation was completely dominated by skiing, and those involved with skiing, and famous slopes and resorts.
Many of them had been to the same resorts, and the gossip flowed freely. After dinner, they sat around the fire, laughing, drinking, and carrying on in the same manner.
Many of the skiers retired early, meaning to get up at first light to continue with their favorite pastime.
Elaine, Laurie, Tad, and Lennie were about the last to go to their rooms.
"Well, now," Tad said, his arm around Elaine's shoulder, "who's going to go to whose room."
"Let's swap. You and Elaine can use your room tonight," Laurie suggested, "and Lennie and I can use it tomorrow night."
A very bright light shone in Elaine's eyes.
"I have another idea," she said, grinning slyly.
"What's that?" Lennie asked. His arm was now around Laurie's shoulder, and Laurie could feel his fingers gently touching her breast. Her nipple puckered from the soft, subtle contact of Lennie's questing fingers.
She shivered, and then giggled with pleasure then he gently pinched her already puckered little nubbin of flesh. She felt her panties getting very wet.
"Why don't we swap men as well as rooms?" Elaine said. "After all, this is a vacation, a time to drop everything, and do everything!"
Laurie gasped. It sounded like a fabulous idea!
And then she withdrew slightly. On second thought, and the feeling again puzzled her, she wasn't quite sure it was such a fabulous idea.
She shook herself, annoyed. She was being an old fart.
Lennie laughed, his laughter throaty, guttural with the passion which the suggestion elicited.
"What do you think?" he asked Laurie. "I think it's a good idea, if you do."
"Oh, I do. But not tonight. Tomorrow night," he said to Tad. "Good enough!"
"I can think of other things we can do," Laurie gasped. She was rebelling against the feeling of withdrawing, and she got more outrageous in defense against her reticence.
"Like what?" Elaine asked, her eyes bright with a growing lust.
They knew where they were going to go, and they all knew that they would fuck each other silly, and now they sat, enjoying the pleasant tension of waiting, the sweet frustration that comes with forestalling the inevitable when the inevitable is pleasant to look forward to.
"Well, like a groupie with all four of us," Laurie grinned.
"Shit, fantastic idea!" Tad gasped.
"How about a performance with you two girls together?" Lennie asked, getting even more outrageous.
The two girls looked at each other and the looks on their faces indicated that the idea was attractive to them.
The atmosphere was suddenly laden with sexuality.
Lennie rose and held out his hand to the lovely brunette, who took it. Lennie pulled her to her feet.
"Let's go, little ski bunny," he said, kissing her flushed cheek. They walked up the stairs and into the room which Laurie was ostensibly sharing with Elaine.
As they passed various doors, they heard soft, rutting sounds, and knew that a little bed-swapping had gone on that night, and the very sex-laden atmosphere served to heighten the sensations which surged through Laurie.
She was trembling when Lennie closed the door, and she turned to face him, throwing her arms around his neck.
Lennie put his hands on her waist, and pulled her against his torso, and rubbed his bulging crotch against her muff.
"Oooh, you're big and hard already," she said, teasing him with a feather-light kiss.
Lennie grinned, and flicked his tongue out, and Laurie felt the wet touch of it against her upper lip.
She pressed her thighs against his muscular ones, and felt the tremor of excitement in them.
They stood in the middle of the room for several moments, teasing each other, their loins locked together. Their heat melded and built and suddenly Laurie's knees felt soggy.
Her whole body felt as if it were melting, oozing downward, and she sagged heavily against Lennie's body, seeking his mouth hungrily.
Lennie's arms slid around her back and he pressed her hard against him. Laurie could feel his heart hammering in his chest. It seemed to reverberate through her body. Her heart picked up the rhythm of Lennie's heart and she could almost feel the blood swishing through her veins.
Lennie picked her up in his arms and carried her to one of the beds, and placed her on it.
Then he sat down on the edge of the bed, and started to undress her.
Laurie moaned with the passion she felt. It built in her, and gripped her entrails like a sweating, strong hand. She felt her belly contract and relax with the hot excitement which grew and grew.
She started to pant, as Lennie slipped off the double layer of sweaters she was wearing. He worked his arms under her back and unhooked her bra, and pulled it off her body.
"Nice," he murmured. His hands pressed into her melon-shaped jugs, and he kneaded them, working his sweating palm in semi-circular motions around and around on her nipples.
They puckered into hard, wrinkled, little nubbins of pink flesh which sent shivers of pleasure coursing through Laurie's body.
Lennie massaged her tits until they swelled and throbbed with erotic excitement. She arched her back upward, increasing the pressure of his hands against her sensitive tit-mounds, and then Lennie's hands moved down over her long, slender waist, savoring the softness of her flesh.
He undid the waistband of her ski pants, and slipped it down, pulling it off her ankles. Then he pulled down her long-johns, and his hands came back again to pull off her panties.
Laurie loved to be undressed by men. It was almost like watching a suspense thriller in the movies or on television, and the slower the men were with their pleasant chore, the better she liked it.
Lennie, like Ronald, enjoyed undressing his girls, and he did it well.
She winced mentally as she caught herself making the comparison. And then she forgot her distress, as Lennie slid her panties off her slender, well-rounded haunches.
She arched her hips up to facilitate the maneuver, and then watched as Lennie started to get undressed.
He kept his eyes on her the whole time he peeled off his layers of warm ski clothing.
Laurie smiled as he slipped off his jockey shorts, finally, releasing his massive manhood.
It popped up, standing at a forty-five degree angle to his flat, washboard belly. The tip of it gleamed with a drop of pre-come.
Laurie reached out as he sat down on the edge of the bed again, and she grasped his prick, fondling it in her hand which was curled softly around it.
Then she squirmed down on the bed slightly, and popped the head of his prick into her mouth.
She drove the tip of her tongue into his piss slit and moaned as she tasted the pungent flavor of his manly juices.
Lennie's hand cupped her thickly-furred muff, and she felt his fingertip tracing the line of her curved cunt cleft. He increased the pressure of his finger until he had spread open her outer lips, and his finger was getting wet and slimy with the juices which coated her pink inner flaps of flesh.
Laurie moaned and spread her legs, releasing Lennie's cock from her mouth and rolling over onto her back, as Lennie's finger ran up and down her rapidly swelling cunt lips.
One of his fingers pried into her quivering, hot little hole, and Laurie clamped her cuntal muscles around his prying digit. She felt him twirling his finger around a few times, teasing her soft, honeyed, inner flesh, and then she raised her knees up, humping against his hand.
Lennie got the message.
He got up on the bed, and crouched between her spread-eagled legs, and pressed his throbbing, passion-reddened dick against her glistening little pink hole.
He pushed inward, and the effect on Laurie was devastating.
She gasped, as she felt his prick spreading her pussy walls wide. The hungry itch in her hot little tunnel of love increased, as Lennie's cock slithered through her well-oiled little hole, his throbbing hard shaft massaging the lining of her pussy.
Laurie's toes curled under with the hot pleasure which surged through her. Lennie kept pushing inward until Laurie felt the impact of his hair-covered balls against her quivering ass cheeks.
She clenched her ass muscles together, enjoying the way the wiry hairs which covered his pendulous balls tickled her sensitive ass flesh.
She mashed her swollen pussy meat against his hairy loins, as Lennie lowered himself on her body.
She felt her breasts flattening out, felt the throbbing in them intensify, as Lennie's sweating, throbbing chest pressed against them, pinioning her to the mattress.
She threw her arms around his neck, and caressed his tautly-muscled back, and then she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling on it slightly.
Lennie's mouth came down and covered hers, and his tongue slithered into her hot oral cavity.
She bit at his tongue as he raked the roof of her mouth, his cock throbbing and still in her tightly-stretched hole of delight.
Then he started to move in her, drawing his prick out to the tip and slamming it inward again.
The impact of his prick in the depths of her womanhood was like a heavy stone thrown in the pool of still water. She felt the concentric waves of carnal excitement spreading outward, until her whole body tingled with erotic sensation.
She threw her legs up in the air and wrapped them around Lennie's undulating waist as he drove his prick into her pussy with increasing fervor. She felt his sex sweat forming on his skin, felt their flesh sticking together from the wetness.
The wet sucking noises their flesh made rubbing together enhanced the sexy sensations which Laurie felt.
She closed her eyes, and abandoned herself to the wildness which seemed to be taking possession of her.
Lennie worked his arms under her sweating, quivering back, and pressed her hard against his throbbing torso, and his cock started to piston in and out of her with more and more fury.
As his hard, throbbing shaft rubbed against her pussy walls, Laurie felt her heat building, felt her inner flesh crawling with the pleasure she was experiencing.
She started to whimper as the wild welter of passion intensified. Her hips ground heavily against Lennie's hard-driving loins, as he bucked against her, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her quivering quim.
She felt the first heated pin-prick of sensation which signaled the onset of her orgasm. It started deep in the teeming depths of her pussy, and spread throughout her body.
The massive carnal upheaval which followed almost caused her to faint from the very intensity of it.
Her body bucked and shivered, as the sweet spasms of her pleasure intensified, and took possession of every fiber of her flesh.
Her blood roared in her ears, as the orgasm spiraled upward, seeming to turn her internal organs inside-out.
Lennie grunted when he felt the rhythmic contractions of her pussy against his hard-driving dork. His cock swelled in her pussy, and lurched wildly, as he plunged into the seething well of her lust harder and faster.
His balls which were now soaking wet with the hot honey flowing from her convulsing cunt, slapped noisily against her bucking, writhing ass cheeks.
Laurie started to squeal against Lennie's mouth which covered hers, and her body shivered, and then stiffened as her orgasm peaked.
At that moment, Lennie released his heavy load of gism. His balls swelled and contracted as they churned up the viscid load of man juice.
His come slit erupted with a thick stream of his lusty lava. It poured into Laurie's pussy, swelling the slimy torrents which already spewed out of her well-stuffed snatch.
Lennie groaned loudly as he felt the phenomenal relief surge through him. As he emptied his balls into Laurie's snatch, his spine seemed to become electrified. He felt the searing waves of pleasure shooting up and down his backbone, and the sensation caused goose flesh to form on his overheated skin.
His sweat poured off his body prolifically, as he confined to ram his massive fleshy spear into Laurie's quivering, convulsing cunt.
Laurie's hands moved up and down his back, and she raked his smooth skin with her fingernails, leaving behind red welts to remind him of her passion.
Finally, Lennie shot the last of his wad into her convulsing snatch, and his body subsided, resting flat against Laurie's still quivering body.
Laurie writhed around under him for a while longer. Her orgasm was protracted and violent, and when she came down from the carnal heights she had achieved, she was pleasantly exhausted.
Her body quivered, and a hot flash of warm relaxation coursed through her body.
Lennie grunted. His breathing started to become more normal. His cock still throbbed, semi-erect, in Laurie's pussy, as they lay locked together in lurid embrace.
Laurie sighed and her body relaxed. She opened her eyes and looked up at Lennie.
"You're one hell of a stud, do you know that?"
Lennie laughed, and bit her lower lip.
"Well, you're one hell of a pussy!"
Laurie squeezed her pussy walls around Lennie's prick, massaging the throbbing flesh. Lennie's prick responded by swelling in her pussy.
"Ooooh!" Laurie gasped, wriggling under
Lennie's body as she felt his prick flower to tumescent life again.
Lennie's cock was indefatigable. He could fuck forever, it seemed to the lust-besotted young girl.
' She felt his swelling prick start to throb with more strength as the lusty blood engorged his shaft of flesh.
Somewhere nearby, she heard a muffled groan of passion, and the thought that other couples were lying together, fucking, added to the sweet sensations of sexual abandonment that she felt.
She started to hump upward again, running her hands down over Lennie's back, and cupping his muscular buns. She shivered with pleasure as she felt his muscles contracting and relaxing, as he started to move in her again. , She could fuck all night, and wanted to, and Lennie appeared to be more than willing to oblige the overheated young girl.
He pulled her hard against his chest, as he started to pump in and out of her pussy again, his cock rummaging around in the bloated, teeming depths of her fleshy nest of lust.
Laurie traced the curved line of his ass crack, and then pried her finger in between his cheeks, searching for his ass-hole.
Lennie grunted when he felt her finger prying into the puckered brown ring of his anal opening. She kept sliding her finger inward, feeling his sphincter muscles contract and relax with the humping motions of his hips.
She smiled and thrust inward, until she had buried the finger to the knuckle in his dank after passage.
She started to twirl her finger around, teasing his prostate, and she moaned with pleasure as his cock got bigger and bigger in her hot, little pussy.
She clutched at his prick with her cuntal muscles, increasing the pressure as well as the pleasure of his hard-driving prick, which massaged the itching, creaming walls of her cunt with increasing fury.
She bucked up against his down-thrusting loins. She would have been happy to suck in his balls, if that were at all physically possible, and she wasn't sure it wasn't, the way she felt now.
Her orgasm rumbled like an earthquake in the depths of her belly, and she felt her cuntal walls beginning to open and close like a lurid passion flower, as the delicious delirium spread throughout her body again.
Lennie's prick pillaged her pussy with a wildness she had never experienced from him before. She kept pumping her finger in and out of his ass-hole, further stimulating his prostate.
Lennie was now fucking her like a wild man. She surrendered to the hot fleshy pummeling she was getting from his prick, and her orgasm soared upward, driving her insane.
Again, as her orgasm peaked, she felt Lennie's prick flushing its heavy, viscid syrup into her cunt.
His juices mixed hotly with hers and oozed out of her well-stuffed snatch, making a slimy pool on the sheets beneath her humping, quivering ass.
She pressed the crown of her head against the sweat-stained pillow and her mouth opened in a soundless scream of ecstasy as she sailed through the wild waves of pleasure which seemed to inundate her.
"Arggh!" Lennie growled as he slammed into her one last time, depositing the last of his steaming scum in the depths of her teeming twat.
His body collapsed on top of hers again, and they lay together for a while recuperating from the after-effects of their second orgasm.
Then they fell asleep.
Serious skiers, both of them, they wanted to be up with the first light and on the slopes first thing.
Breakfast the next morning was plentiful and delicious. Many of the skiers stayed out on the slopes all day.
And the two couples were among those who didn't want to stop for lunch. As the day progressed, Laurie actually became more and more exhilarated.
Usually, on the first day, she would tire out early in the afternoon, but this particular day she skied like a demon, without stopping, feeling as if she were made of air.
Around three o'clock Elaine walked up to her as Laurie was heading again for the ski lift.
"You're a demon today!" Elaine said. "Getting tired?"
Laurie shook her head, her eyes bright with excitement.
"I'm skiing until it gets too dark to see," she said.
Elaine looked up at the sky. On the horizon, thick clouds were forming, indicating more snow.
"Well, that won't be for much longer," she said. "Look!"
Laurie saw the storm clouds moving up, and smiled.
"Great, I'll have fresh snow. See you!" she hollered, getting on the lift.
CHAPTER FIVE
The snow started to fall as Laurie took her next trip down the slope. She again caught the ski lift, and went to the top of the longest slope. She was all alone.
The wind whipped around her, and the sky was getting blacker and blacker. Laurie realized with some shock that her exhilaration had something of desperation in it.
A skier didn't ski down a dark slope, or in a storm as heavy as this one promised to be.
But Laurie shrugged and gave in to the demons who were pursuing her. She pushed off, and headed down the slope.
It was really dark when she got to the bottom, and perverse as she was, she went to the top again. The wind whipped against her, making her eyes tear, and the snow was falling heavily now.
She started down the slope again. As the wind whistled in her ears, she would have sworn she heard someone calling her name. The sound got louder and louder, and she was startled eventually to see a skier pulling up beside her, waving her off the slope into a plateau.
She kept on skiing, but her pursuer skied into her, nudging her off the incline. She slowed down, and eventually stopped.
"Now what did you do that for?" she barked, pulling off her goggles and glaring angrily at the man who had followed her.
Lennie pulled off his goggles, and glared back.
"Are you an idiot?" he barked. "No!"
"Well, what do you call it, then-skiing in this kind of weather!" Laurie laughed. "I felt like it."
"Jeez, woman, I thought you were a knowledgeable skier!"
Laurie did not like to be faulted on her skiing knowledge.
"I am!" she retorted. She started to put her goggles back on, but Lennie grabbed them out of her hand.
"Give me those!" she said, reaching for them.
"Come on," he said, moving in the direction of a gentle slope on the opposite side of the mountain. It was lighter over there, because the storm clouds had not completely obscured the sky in that direction.
"I'm not going down that baby slope! I'm halfway down this one!" she retorted, pointing to the slope she had just been knocked off. She yanked at the hand with which Lennie held her by her wrist.
"No you're not. I swear you're trying to kill yourself."
"Oh, don't be silly! I can't get killed."
"You're just as much flesh and blood as any other skier, and some of them have been pursuing the sport a hell of a lot longer than you have-like me! Now come on."
Laurie wrenched her wrist free and leaned against a gnarled pine tree, with thick branches. It protected her somewhat from the heavy snowfall and the piercing wind.
In the dim light, which was rapidly fading, the snow glistened as if it had a million diamond chips in it. There seemed to be light contained in the white crystalline substance which swirled, powder-like at her feet, and it flowed upward, casting an almost lurid glow on Lennie's angry features.
The colors in his brown ski suit glowed.
Laurie felt, for all her anger at him, a strange desire which crept upward, and the desire intensified as if it had a will of her own. She had to have him, and right here and now.
"Fuck me," she gasped.
"What?" Lennie barked, moving closer to her, until the points of their skis touched. The wind had whipped the words away so that Lennie hadn't heard her.
"I said, fuck me!" she barked.
Lennie looked at her, and half a dozen emotions conflicted on his handsome face. The anger gave way to disbelief, which played with desire, and that gave way to a brief hilarity which was supplanted, again by the anger.
He slid his skis along hers, on the outside, until he was closer, and then he shook her by her shoulders.
"You are crazy! What's got into you?"
Laurie sagged against his chest, and her hands reached around to cup his muscular buns through the thick quilted material of his waterproofed ski suit. She rubbed her muff against his groin, and felt the desire well up in her.
She had never felt such a weird, demanding impulse for sex, and she was so besotted with the sensation that she didn't even question it. She simply accepted it.
"Fuck me, Lennie. Fuck me, fuck me!" she gasped, grinding her delta of delight against his crotch. She felt his manhood grow, and felt a tremendous surge of power building in her, felt her power over Lennie.
For some reason, she needed that sense of strength, that sense of command, but it puzzled her.
At the moment she had no time to work it through or consider it. She needed Lennie, or perhaps just any man, and she needed him now, now, now!
She moaned, and pressed her lips against Lennie's slack mouth. Lennie put his arms around her, slowly, enthralled with the wildness of her.
The light in her eyes seemed to flash through his body and ignited the fury of his own tempestuous passion. Around them the wind whipped, and whined, and the roar in their ears matched the roaring in their bodies, as their blood surged through their veins, triggered by the passion they were both feeling.
Lennie was slightly boggled by Laurie's request, but her very wildness triggered the same need in him.
He thrust his tongue roughly into her mouth and felt Laurie sucking on it, felt her teeth dig into it as she bit it.
Her breath blew hotly, moistly, on his face, as he covered her mouth with a passionate kiss.
Laurie felt as if she could have drowned in that kiss. Her juices started to flow heavily, and the cold, which was biting could not penetrate the aura of heat her impassioned body was throwing off.
Her pussy was burning up.
Lennie's hand went to her ski pants, and he undid the waist band, and pulled them down. Then he pulled down the heavy pants and the long Johns she was wearing under them.
As his hands reached for the elastic waistband of her panties, Laurie's hands were fumbling with the fly of Lennie's ski pants.
She felt a wild thrill of excitement as the cold air hit her overheated pussy. Far from cooling off the passion which had her in its grip, it aroused her even more.
Lennie slid back slightly, his skis making a clacking noise as they rubbed against the outside of Laurie's skis, and he dropped his multiple layers of pants, long Johns, and then released his massive cock from its cotton prison.
Again he slid forward on his skis, his cock aimed at the thickly-furred delta of delight which was bared for him.
Laurie moaned as she felt his prick sliding through her passion-bloated lips, until his cock head pressed against her drooling hole.
Then he bent his knees and thrust inward, and Laurie squealed as she felt his prick, like a firebrand, searing the walls of her pussy. Her juices flowed rapidly, as Lennie thrust his cock into her pussy, until he was planted balls-deep in the hot wet meadow of her desire.
He started to pump, driving his cock into her deeply, and then pulling it out. The wind had risen by very perceptible degrees and now it shrieked around them, but the rutting couple felt as if they were in a warm bell jar, preserved from the buffeting wind, from the snow which fell more and more heavily in the growing darkness.
Against her soft buns, Laurie felt the rough bark of the tree rubbing, and the grating, stinging, masculine bite of the rough bark only added to the wild welter of sensations which surged through her, driving her crazy.
Maybe she was crazy, she thought, as she threw her arms around Lennie's neck, and reached hungrily for his mouth again, as he slammed his prick in and out of her creaming cunt. But if she were, she didn't care. She felt as if she had dropped all her pretenses, all the decorum of years. She was nothing but a wild rutting animal.
Laurie's passion inflamed Lennie even more. His balls slapped against her quivering, writhing ass cheeks, as he drove his prick in and out of her. His thighs rubbed against her quivering thighs, and his hairy loins got wetter and wetter, as her juices continued to flow wildly.
"Ahh, fuck me!" Laurie screamed wildly, her head now pressed against the tree. Lennie looked at her passion-distorted face, and discovered that it was another turn-on. He fucked her more and more furiously.
His cock had never felt so big, and Lennie had never felt so wild, as he took the girl wildly, like a wild, rutting animal, piercing through her womanly flesh over and over again, his great spear driving into the teeming depths of her womanhood furiously.
He felt his sphincter muscles contract in sympathetic pleasure as his balls swelled with their heavy load of scum.
Laurie ground her swollen cunt lips against Lennie's hairy loins as he slammed into her over and over again. She felt her breasts swelling beneath their multiple layers, felt the tingling in her puckered nipples. The erotic insanity which had taken possession of her had a life of its own, and Laurie abandoned herself to it totally, quivering beneath the battering ram of Lennie's prick.
His hard, throbbing shaft rubbed against her itching pussy walls, and Laurie felt her orgasm beginning in the depths of her cunt. She felt her cuntal walls close in hotly around Lennie's hard-pistoning prick, felt her juices flow even more heavily.
Her buttocks was banged regularly against the bark of the tree, and she knew that the rough bark was abrading her ass cheeks, but she didn't care. She squirmed wildly against Lennie as he reamed out her pussy royally.
He grunted, and his grip on her shoulders tightened.
Laurie felt his cock swell in her pussy, felt it lurching, and knew that he was about to come.
Her orgasm spiraled upward. The quivering in her pussy turned into wild convulsions. Wave after wave of the spasms gripped at her inner flesh, and her pussy turned into a gulping sucking mouth, which almost devoured Lennie's powerful prick.
Lennie's prick pounded into her hot, sucking pussy. He felt his balls contract, and then he bellowed loudly as he felt the juices surging upward. His come slit exploded with a thick geyser of steaming, frothing scum. It poured into Laurie's pussy, and swelled the slimy tide which flowed out of her well-stuffed snatch.
Laurie squealed with delight as she felt the hot wet kiss of Lennie's spunk pouring into her voracious twat.
Her convulsions intensified, and then they started to fade away, but Laurie didn't want them to fade away. She ground her muff furiously against Lennie's hard-humping, hairy loins, trying to catch and keep the ephemeral ecstasy which had suffused her body with a golden glow of pleasure.
She needed that orgasm, wanted to keep it, wanted to stay lost in the labyrinthine reaches of mindless carnality.
Long after Lennie had shot his last wad into her quivering pussy, long after she had come down, she continued to hump against Lennie's crotch.
Lennie finally pulled her hard against his chest, and squeezed her so tightly, she lost her breath.
"Enough, enough, you crazy lady," he said, torn between laughter and puzzlement. "No!" she gasped.
"Later!" Lennie snarled, good-humoredly, pulling out of her pussy. He pulled up the layers of pants which he had dropped, and then helped Laurie to dress.
"We'd be a fine scandal if we froze like that," he said, as he led her over to the gentle slope. This time, Laurie went willingly.
With Lennie leading, she skied down the slope slowly, cautiously, and now that the first tempestuous upsurge of wildness had abated somewhat, she was a little appalled that she should be skiing in these conditions.
They reached the lodge, where the manager was waiting worriedly by the door. The sound of the laughter, and the clinking of glasses washed over Laurie and soothed her somewhat.
"My dear," the manager said, somewhat wryly, "I've heard of enthusiastic skiers in my time, but you take the cake!"
There was some laughter from the skiers surrounding the couple as they stood near the entrance.
"How about a drink?" Lennie suggested, when Laurie had divested herself of her skis and placed them in the rack assigned to her, and then taken off her boots.
"Sounds fine. I'm going upstairs to change," Laurie said. , Elaine came rushing up to them, with Tad in tow.
"Laurie, you are some crazy lady! Skiing in this weather."
Laurie smiled slyly at her friend.
"You should try it sometime. It was fantastic!"
"I think I'll save that thrill for when I want to break my neck or kill myself," Elaine said.
"Get me a hot toddy?" Laurie asked, when Lennie had asked her what she wanted to drink.
She went up to the room she shared with Elaine, and sat down on the edge of the bed to mull things over for a while.
She wasn't sure what had caused that wild exhilaration. She knew it had nothing to do with natural happiness, or the excitement of skiing.
She frowned, lost in thought, and suddenly there was a knock on her door.
She was startled when the door opened, and Lennie stood there, steaming hot toddy in hand.
"Here you are. What's the matter?" he asked, getting right to the point.
Laurie shrugged and sipped the punch.
"Don't know?" he asked, sitting down on the bed beside her.
"No, I don't," Laurie said.
"Well, if you don't know, I guess I can't help you," he said, rubbing her knee. "You are really a wild woman."
"I don't think I meant to be."
"Whatever possessed you to stay out on the slopes?"
"Same thing that made me ask you to fuck me in the middle of a blizzard," Laurie asked.
Suddenly, the whole thing struck her as enormously funny, and she started to laugh. She put the hot toddy down on the night table, and lay on the bed, shaking with laughter. She laughed until the tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Laurie," Lennie said, a puzzled half-smile on his face, "that's downright hysterical behavior."
Laurie took a deep breath, and stopped laughing. She sat up.
"Yes, I suppose it is," she said.
"It's time for dinner," Lennie said, hearing one of the cooks ringing the brass bell. "Are you hungry?"
"Sure am! That fucking made me hungry enough to eat a horse."
"I don't think they serve that here," Lennie said, rising.
Laurie and Lennie went to dinner. Laurie was scintillating company at the table that evening. Her wit was rapier sharp, and she fenced with everyone verbally.
After dinner, they all gathered in the lounge. The fire blazed cheerfully in the massive fireplace, and Laurie had another hot toddy, listening to the ski conversation.
And then a strange thing happened to her.
She subsided, and became quiet, listening to the conversation, and then the conversation started to wash over her like a sea of happy noise, as she withdrew even more.
The skiing talk was boring her!
She frowned, staring into the fire, her back to the happy crowd.
Had Ronald been right? Had the skiing been a monomania, and was she now getting over it?
She couldn't actually say she was getting over it when she had stayed out in a blizzard to ski some more, when no seasoned skier would pull such a stunt.
She suddenly realized with a horrible pang, that she had loved Ronald, and that she missed him terribly.
She retired early from the noisy party in the lounge, and went to her room. She crawled under the covers, and cried herself to sleep, realizing as she sobbed into the pillow that she had wanted to do that for a long time.
One thing about being on a slope, skiing down, down, with the wind whistling in your ears, was that it left you alone, basically, and without even knowing it, Laurie had been coming to grips with a lot of repressed feelings.
She had finally heard herself, in hearing the other skiers, and no wonder Ronald got thoroughly sick of her. She talked about nothing else. When she wasn't skiing, she was looking forward to it, and planning it. And when she was skiing, she was so totally absorbed in it that nothing and no one else mattered.
She was startled awake by a slight sagging of the bed, as someone sat on the edge of it. She sat up suddenly, slightly afraid. "What."
"It's me, baby."
"Oh, Tad. What are you doing here?"
"It's my night to spend with you, remember? You and I were supposed to use our room, but since you've already appropriated your own room, Elaine's taken over our room with Lennie."
Laurie suddenly didn't feel like fucking, but it was she who had suggested the bizarre arrangement, and there was nothing she could do but submit with good grace.
Tad's hands moved to her breasts, and he began to caress her.
In spite of her reticence, her reluctance, Laurie's natural sexuality was aroused, and she moaned and lay back on the bed, as Tad continued to caress her tits.
He squeezed her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, pulling on them slightly.
Laurie never wore clothes to bed, so she was already prepared for being fucked. Tad finally stood up and divested himself of his clothing. She reached out as he pulled down his jockey shorts, and grasped his prick.
He had a wonderful prick. It was thick and long, and it throbbed with lusty life. And then she got very aroused as she thought of the fact that Lennie was fucking Elaine, while she was fucking Elaine's date.
Tad got under the covers, and pulled the luscious ski bunny into his arms, and started to kiss her passionately.
Laurie could feel his heart hammering against her tit, as she squirmed against his body, his cock throbbing powerfully between their pressed-together bellies.
She rolled over onto her back.
"Come on, fuck me," she gasped, as she felt her juices gushing hotly out of her pussy.
Tad mounted her, pressing his cock head against her quivering hot hole, and Laurie moaned, and bucked upward, impaling herself on his fleshy nail of lust.
He thrust inward until the entire length of his cock was embedded tightly in her hot pussy.
"Nice, tight twat, honey," Tad said as he started to saw back and forth in her quivering tunnel of lust.
Laurie gripped his cock with her cuntal muscles, squeezing them around his hard-pistoning prick.
She arched her hips upward, her upward humping matching Tad's downward thrusts.
Her juices started to flow even more heavily, and she felt her pleasure mounting, as Tad slammed his prick into her wildly.
Tad was a wild, enthusiastic lover. His powerful prick throbbed and pumped in her pussy, and wreaked a delicious devastation in her teeming womanhood.
Laurie closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the wild pleasure she felt. It was almost as if that pleasure had a life of its own.
She could have objected, and Tad probably would have taken no for an answer, but Laurie had discovered that she liked the two men, but didn't love them, and having discovered also in the brief span of a few hours, that she had been in love with Ronnie, caused a wild surge of regret to course through her.
She forced the thought out of her head, and responded wildly to Tad's fucking. She ran her hands over his back, and then raked her fingernails over his sweating skin.
"Oh, yeah, baby, I like that!" Tad gasped, as she started to bump and grind against his hairy loins. She felt her clitoris pop out of its fleshy sheath. It tingled with a wild welter of erotic sensations, as she humped and mashed her pussy meat against Tad's hard-humping loins.
Her juices trickled out of her pussy, and made a gleaming trail down her ass crack to the sheets beneath her.
She felt as if her body were swelling with the wild passion that surged through her as Tad's prick rummaged around in the depths of her voracious cunt.
Her orgasm started slowly, deep in her cunt, and spread outward. She gripped his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his overheated skin, as she felt the wild waves of passion mounting through her body, until she bucked and writhed like a mad woman under him.
Tad grunted, and braced himself in a semi-push-up position, his arms on either side of her body, and he started to really dig his dick into her, driving it deeper and deeper into her pussy.
"Come on, baby," he snarled. "I want to feel your pussy going wild. Suck on my dick with that pretty little twat of yours!"
His dirty talk triggered the incipient orgasm, and Laurie started to moan. She gnashed her teeth together as the convulsions in her sex flesh intensified.
Tad grunted and as her orgasm started to spiral upward, convulsing her whole body, he started to shoot in her.
Her pussy created a suction effect around his throbbing, pulsating prick, and he felt his balls churn up their heavy load of scum.
"Ahhh, coming!" he groaned, as he felt his scum surging up through his hard-pistoning shaft.
"Eeeh!" Laurie squealed. She felt Tad's manly juices pouring hotly into her wildly quivering quim, mixing with her own juices and flowing downward. The orgasm short-circuited her brain, and her body obeyed its own impulses, driven by the demon lust, and by the wild phantom of pleasure which took possession of her.
The bed rocked as the two of them battered each other in the throes of their climaxes.
Laurie felt her orgasm started to fade away slowly, leaving behind a warm, quivering feeling of relaxation and remembered pleasure.
Tad shot the last of his load into her quivering cunt, and then his body collapsed on top of hers.
"Nice," he gasped. "You are some wild, randy lady," he said.
Laurie grinned up at him.
"Fuck me again," she gasped, grinding her pussy meat against his wet and matted pubic hairs. "Once is never enough."
"Hunh!" Tad grunted. He started to move in her, pumping slowly at first, and then fucking her faster and more furiously, as his passion mounted.
Elaine was one hot chick. But this broad was absolutely wild, he thought to himself, as he pressed his chest against her fabulous jugs. He felt her puckered nipples rubbing against his hot and throbbing chest.
Tad figured that Laurie was good for an all-night fuck, and so was he. Skiing always did that to him.
And he was more than able to give Laurie exactly what she wanted-total forgetfulness, at least for the time being.
CHAPTER SIX
While Laurie was fucking Tad, Elaine was enjoying Lennie's powerful prick.
Her legs were bent backward, so that her feet were over her head, and Lennie was pummeling her sweet little pussy wildly. Elaine's knees were pressing into her tits, and her tits throbbed wildly with the excitement which had possessed her lithe, young body.
She started to come, and felt the spasms building in her hot little pussy.
"Oh, Lennie, I'm coming!" she shrieked.
Her lovely head tossed from side to side on the pillow and her face was distorted with a look of unbridled lust, as she felt Lennie's cock sliding in and out of her rippling cunt.
Her pussy gushed a heavy stream of fluids which trickled into her ass crack and made a slimy pool on the bed beneath her humping quivering ass cheeks.
She squealed and her body quivered wildly. The sex sweat gleamed on her soft flesh, and goose flesh formed on her skin.
Because of the position in which Lennie was fucking her, she didn't have much latitude for movement, but even that helped to heighten the wild passion and the hot ecstasy which she was feeling.
Lennie's hands gripped her ankles tightly as he slammed into her over and over again.
"Yeahh!" Elaine gasped, as she felt the grip of her orgasm loosen somewhat. Her body relaxed, and she shook with the after-tremors of the climax she had just experienced.
She finally opened her eyes and looked up at Lennie, who was still pumping in and out of her.
His face was flushed, and his cock was still hard and hot and demanding in its fucking. She was puzzled.
He hadn't come yet!
He was a dynamite lay, she discovered, and wondered if there were the possibility of getting him away from Laurie. She winced slightly as she thought about it, remembering Ronald and that last wild fuck before he had left for Europe. He was supposed to have been back in January, but apparently he didn't come back, because assiduously as she hung out in his usual places, she didn't see him.
And then one night she had called him, but there was no answer. She kept calling until long after midnight, frustrated because she hadn't seen him, when she wanted him so desperately.
Elaine wasn't as sharp as Laurie was, and she didn't realize the effects of surfeit-too much of anything isn't good, and a steady diet of anything can create boredom.
She tended to go with whatever wind was blowing. She had one single passion in life, as Laurie had, and that was fucking and skiing, and not necessarily in that order.
"Come on, Lennie," she gasped, feeling her excitement building again. Lennie looked down at her, a lurid light of passion in his eyes.
Then he stopped fucking her, and pulled his prick out.
"Hey, what did you do that for?" she asked. "I want to come in your ass," Lennie said.
Elaine squealed with pleasure. She enjoyed being ass-fucked, and she hadn't done it for a long time.
"Oh, yeah, baby, do it!" she gasped.
Lennie grunted as he pressed his cock, slimy with her juices, and well-lubricated, against the puckered brown ring of her anal opening.
He started to push inward, and Elaine winced as she felt the initial discomfort o having her ass walls stretched.
Lennie's cock was big and powerful, and she felt the effects of it immediately, as his cock head plopped into the tight little after passage
"Oh, God, you're so big," she gasped.
Lennie stopped thrusting.
"You all right?" he asked.
"Yeah, just go slow," she grunted. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, trying to relax her sphincter muscles.
Lennie maintained the pressure of his prick against her ass-hole, and slowly slid inward.
As his cock stretched her rectal walls, they relaxed more. Elaine's stomach churned lazily in her belly, as she felt his cock sliding into her shit chute.
"Ohh!" she moaned. It had started to fee good, and her juices flowed out of her heavily lubricating her ass channel. She loved the sticky, gooey mess that always accompanied sex.
Lennie's cock felt as if it were splitting her apart as he continued to thrust inward. She felt his powerful prick throbbing against her ass-hole walls and the sensation drove Elaine wild. She felt as if the throbbing were reverberating through her whole body.
Finally she felt Lennie's balls pressing against her ass cheeks, and she squirmed against the wet and slimy hairs which covered his thick globes of flesh.
"Ohh, that feels good, Lennie," she gasped.
"Unh!" Lennie grunted.
Elaine squeezed her rectal muscles tightly around his prick, and a powerful surge of passion bloated Elaine's body.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me," she gasped.
Lennie started to withdraw his prick slowly. Elaine felt as if he were drawing the entire contents of her belly with it.
Her skin crawled with the pleasurable sinking sensation she experienced in the pit of her belly, as he drew his cock out until only the tip of it was stretching her ass-hole.
Then he pushed inward again. His strokes, initially, were careful, and slow. Ass-fucking can be a dangerous proposition if one is too violent. Elaine appreciated the care he was taking, because it gave her shit chute time to adjust to the monstrous size of Lennie's dick.
He sawed slowly in and out of her ass-hole, until she felt that her rectal walls had stretched enough to accommodate his cock easily.
Then she wanted more.
"Harder, Lennie, harder!" she gasped, again squeezing her sphincter muscles against his throbbing, hard prick.
Lennie obliged and started to saw in and out of her pussy with increasing fury.
Elaine closed her eyes and surrendered to the wild sensations which surged through her as Lennie's prick pillaged her bung hole. She reached down between her legs, and started to play with her clit.
The hot little nubbin had long since popped out of its fleshy envelope and was tingling wildly, adding to the insane sensations which surged through the lovely, nubile young girl.
"Ahh, good!" she gasped.
"Yeah," Lennie grunted, still holding her legs back, "nice and tight!"
"Oooh!" Elaine gasped as she felt Lennie's prick sawing in and out of her hot shit chute.
The fires in her loins spread to her well-stuffed ass-hole. She felt as if her bunghole were on fire, as Lennie's cock rubbed against her rectal walls.
She panted heavily, and felt her skin tingling with the wild ecstasy which was building in her body.
Lennie's cock slithered into her harder and faster, as her rectal walls relaxed even more. She squirmed around, impaled on his massive spear, as he cleaved through her sensitive ass-hole flesh.
The pleasure built in her body until she was close to orgasm again. She started to squeal and felt the itching in her pussy increasing, as Lennie's prick wreaked a delicious devastation in her after passage.
Her knees kept pressing rhythmically into her tits, as Lennie lunged inward, and bore down on her back-bent legs. The nipples tingled hotly, and added to the sensual melange of pleasure which had so besotted her.
She started to frig herself more and more furiously, her hand becoming a blur of motion as she felt her clitoris burning with intense delight. The tingling sensation in the inflamed love button shot through her, and turned her crazy.
Her sphincter muscles clamped down on Lennie's prick as he sawed in and out of her bunghole, and created a sucking sensation on Lennie's prick which drove him wild.
He felt his balls swell with their seething load of come juice, felt them contract. His cock swelled as he dipped into her dank after passage with increasing frenzy.
His own sphincter muscles contracted with sympathetic pleasure and tingling shards of pleasure shot up and down his spine. His pores opened and his body gleamed with a hot sex sweat, as he lunged into her shit chute over and over again.
"Arrgh!" Elaine growled, as she felt the powerful orgasm building in her body. Her pussy started to convulse and spewed its thick load of syrup out of her hot little hole.
As her pussy convulsed, her rectal walls started to close in rhythmically around Lennie's massive prick.
Lennie let out a bellow of passion, and his bare, rippling buttocks turned into a blur of motion as he pumped into her over and over again.
His come slit exploded with a seething geyser of come cream. Elaine squealed when she felt the hot wet kiss of his gism. It spewed into her ass-hole, and seemed to fill her whole belly.
It also further greased her ass-hole, making Lennie's pumping motions easier and easier.
She felt as if she were being split wide open, as a wild orgasm shot through her body. It was violent and prolonged-much more violent than her first one had been.
Her body seemed to be melting in the heat of the passion which she felt as Lennie shot load after load of his seething scum into her quivering, convulsing shit chute.
With a guttural moan of passion, he emptied his balls into Elaine's quivering, overheated shit chute and then his body sagged forward slightly.
Elaine winced, and Lennie realized that his weight was straining her legs too much. Bracing himself with his hands on the head board, he released Elaine's legs so that she could relax them somewhat.
Then he pulled out of her, allowing her to stretch her legs straight out on the bed.
She was still panting with the aftermath of the hot passion she had just experienced. She smiled up at Lennie, who had stretched out beside her on the bed.
"You're a great lay, Lennie," she said, appreciatively, stroking his heaving, flat belly.
His cock was still semi-erect, and she grasped the sticky-wet shaft, and started to pump on it, wanting still more.
Part of the wages of surfeit is that too much is not enough, and Elaine was willing and ready to fuck all night.
Lennie was more than willing to oblige her and he did.
The next morning, both girls were slightly pussy-sore from all the fucking they had done.
"Why don't we plan on having our orgy this evening?" Lennie suggested, as they sat down to the table. They were the first in the dining room. The sky was still overcast, and the clouds promised more snow, but a fine powder had covered the trails, and the skiing promised to be exceptionally good this day.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea!" Elaine said, digging into her hot cereal, which she had covered with maple syrup, and cream.
That day they saw their first casualty brought down from the slopes on a stretcher-a broken leg.
He was driven to the nearest hospital, which wasn't very far away and which was famous for its work on broken bones, including broken backs.
Laurie, Elaine, Tad, and Lennie skied all day, and came in sunburned about four o'clock in the afternoon.
They had a small snack to hold them until dinner, and sat around the roaring fire as the rest of the skiers plodded in.
"I wonder how many of them we could get involved in an orgy," Elaine muttered to Laurie.
Laurie looked at the men. Most of them were attractive and in good physical shape.
But then she thought of Ronald again, and she could have kicked herself.
"Why do we do this, do you suppose?" she finally asked.
"Do what?" Lennie asked.
"Ski, andd ski, and ski, as if there were nothing else an the world."
Lennie looked puzzled. Elaine laughed.
"There isn't anything else-except sex," she said, cuddling up to Tad. She was thoroughly aroused and couldn't wait for dinner. The sooner this night started, the happier she would be!
"No, I don't agree with that," Lennie said, meditatively.
"You don't?" Laurie asked, looking at him. She was suddenly struck with how handsome he was, and then she was embarrassed by another thought. He had told her once, a long time ago, what he did, and she didn't even remember!
She knew Ronald was an underwriter, but it had taken a while for that to sink into her head.
"You know something?" she said, suddenly struck with the information that had hit her viscerally.
"What?" Lennie asked, looking at her musingly.
"I'm a bit of a freak! I don't know anything but skiing!" She looked at Lennie. "I've even forgotten what you do!"
"I'm vice president of sales for the Remington Company, remember?"
"Yeah, I do now."
"Well, what difference does it make what we do? I'm a librarian, and you're a secretary to the chairman of the board of Laird Enterprises. Big deal!" Elaine said. She was slightly puzzled by Laurie's remarks.
"It does make a difference," Lennie said. "In all the time I've known you two, you've never talked anything but skiing and sex."
Elaine giggled. "Well, you don't seem to object."
"No," Laurie said, snapping her fingers, and suddenly discovering something else. "But then, they're not with us all the time."
"Well, so what?" Elaine said, frowning now. "Listen, this conversation is getting a little heavy. Did you see that guy on the slope who ... "
"Oh, shut up!" Lennie laughed, "I like this conversation."
"Well, why?" Tad asked.
"Because it's going somewhere," he replied. He fixed his gaze on Laurie, his eyes warm, a slight smile playing across his lips.
"And ... ? " he asked, encouraging her.
"I'm going down to the billiard room," Elaine said, stretching and rising from the chair. "Want to join me?" she asked Tad.
"Sure," he said, getting up with alacrity. The conversation was getting too heavy for him, too.
"And?" Laurie asked, after the two had left. Laurie suddenly felt as if they were alone in an island of people who swam in and out of her vision.
"And," Lennie said, nodding.
"Do you. . . ? " She stopped for a moment, working up the courage to ask the question she wanted to ask.
"Yes, I do avoid you a lot, even though I like you," Lennie supplied. "And I do it. . . "
"Because that's all I talk about, huh? Skiing, skiing, and more skiing."
"And sex! Sometimes when I'm with you, I don't even think you feel I'm a person, just a sex object."
That made Laurie laugh.
"I didn't know men felt that way," she said.
"Why not? If a man uses you strictly for sexual purposes, then you're a sex object. If a woman uses me strictly for sexual purposes, then I'm a sex object, right?"
"Right," Laurie said, blushing slightly. That was exactly what she had been doing!
Here she was, thinking constantly about Ronald, and about how Lennie compared with him, without even knowing that she was doing it, and she really didn't even know Lennie.
She sighed and leaned back in the couch in which she was sitting.
Lennie's arms went around her shoulders, and he pulled her against his chest. She looked out the window. A few snowflakes drifted lazily past the huge plate glass, glinting in the light which flowed from the large room.
"It's snowing again," she said, using the inane remark to buttress her own thinking.
"Mmmmm," Lennie said.
"What else do you like?" Laurie asked.
"Opera, baseball, tennis, theater, and good food," Lennie said. "Do any of those topics interest you?"
She looked up at him and caught the smirk on his face.
She grinned.
"Yes."
"Which ones."
"All of them."
"That's a switch!" Lennie exclaimed, laughing.
"Very sudden, too," Laurie said, nestling her head against his comfortable shoulder again. Suddenly that feeling of being driven faded slightly. She still felt a lump in her throat at the idea of having lost Ronald for not having expressed the kind of interest she was now expressing to Lennie.
"Maybe I like you," Laurie finally said.
"That's a concession," he said wryly. "Thanks!"
"No, I mean it," Laurie said, again looking at him. "How?"
"Well, I think I'm seeing you for the first time."
Lennie laughed again and pulled her close to him. Laurie started to squirm, feeling her juices boiling in her veins.
She suddenly wanted him, and in a totally different way. Instead of giving vent to it, however, she caressed his thigh, savoring the feeling of his strong muscles beneath the woolen cloth of his trousers.
The station wagon pulled up under the car port, and there was a clatter in the hall, announcing new visitors.
Most of the skiers still awaiting dinner turned idly to see who the newcomers were, and then went back to their socializing, and their ski talk.
Laurie and Lennie both turned in the direction of the door, and then Laurie gasped.
The newcomers were none other than Ronald and with him, dressed in the same black diamond mink coat, was the woman whose magazine had given Laurie the idea for this vacation!
Her hands became ice cold when she saw Ronald's handsome face. The bell boy had taken the luggage of the two and was ascending the stairs to the gallery with it.
Laurie's ears started to ring, and she felt light-headed.
"What's the matter?" Lennie asked, puzzled by the sudden and very obvious change in Laurie.
"Nothing," Laurie said, lying, and not caring if Lennie detected the lie or not. He did.
"Hey, are you all right?"
Ronald was still standing by the entrance to the large lounge, and the woman was talking animatedly to the manager of Kennelwick. She headed for the stairs, and Laurie finally took her eyes away from Ronald, as his gaze veered in her direction.
She felt all choked up. The bell sounded for dinner.
"Shall we go?" Lennie asked, looking at her with some concern.
"Yes," Laurie said in a small voice. She rose and followed Lennie to the massive dining hall with its beamed ceiling, and sat at the table. Elaine and Tad were already there.
"I hear we've got a couple of weekenders," Tad said.
. Lennie chuckled.
"Word gets around fast in these here parts," he quipped.
"Can't miss it!" Tad exclaimed. "One of them's an owner of this resort," he added.
"Who?" Laurie asked, suddenly very interested.
"Woman by the name of Marie Cullom. She has a chain of them like this. All exclusive, and she doesn't advertise. Everything's word of mouth," Tad said.
"Where did you hear this?" Laurie asked.
"From Carl Simpson," Elaine said. "He played pool with us."
"Oh," Laurie said. She bit her tongue. She didn't know whether she should tell Elaine that Ronald had come with the woman named Marie Cullom, or whether she should just let it ride.
She felt as if she were being tossed on the horns of a dilemma. In the first place, she did like Lennie a lot, and she didn't want to wear her heart on her sleeve, particularly when that heart had nothing to do with him. Secondly, she didn't know what to do about Ronald's presence at the resort.
She wondered if she had told Ronald the name of the ski resort to which she was going, and then she remembered the conversation, and Ronald had exhibited enormous impatience about it.
She was pretty sure he was in the dark about her presence. She decided she would spend all of the next day on the slopes. That way she could avoid meeting him.
And she needed the time to sort out the wild feelings which roiled in her breast.
What she didn't know was that Elaine had indeed seen Ronald come in. Her first reaction when she saw him with the elegant woman was one of rage. How dare he, she had thought.
But she checked the feeling. Ronald had made no commitments to her, and therefore, he owed her nothing in the way of faithfulness.
While the brief conversation about the weekenders was going on, Elaine had studied Laurie carefully, wondering if she knew that Ronald were at the resort.
She couldn't be sure at all, but decided that perhaps Laurie hadn't seen him. That would give Elaine leeway that very evening to see if she could seduce Ronald away from the woman.
The woman didn't look like much of a skier, even though she was the entrepreneur of several exclusive ones, and Elaine knew that Ronald liked to ski, even though he didn't devote as much time to it or attention to it, as the girls did.
"Time for our orgy," Elaine gasped, eagerly, as dinner was ended.
"Fine with me," Tad said, rising from the table. "I'll go get a bottle from the commissary, and you girls will join us, I hope, in our room?"
Laurie's smile was wan. She didn't want to have this orgy, especially given the confused way she was feeling, but she had to be a good sport. It had been her idea.
She rose, and left the table, her eyes searching around for some sight of Ronald. She couldn't see him, which was a relief.
She and Lennie went up to the room Lennie shared with Tad.
"Want a quickie while our two friends are scouting for the booze?" Lennie asked, his finger tracing the outline of Laurie's puckered nipple.
She smiled, and slipped off her clothes, and lay down on the bed. Lennie stripped out of his clothes, and lay down beside her and started to caress her.
"You said a quickie," Laurie said, her voice breathy with desire."
"So I did," Lennie said, rolling her over onto her back. "Spread your legs woman. I'm going to fuck you like a fiend, and make you come like a house on fire."
"I dare you!" Laurie laughed, bending her knees up and spreading her thighs wide.
Lennie kept his promise. The two of them were coming like gangbusters when Elaine and Tad walked into the room with the whiskey.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Well, will you look at that!" Tad exclaimed, placing the two bottles of booze on the dresser. "Couldn't even wait for us."
"Not at all," Lennie gasped, his breathing still labored from the orgasm he had just experienced. "We were simply warming up the bed for you!"
"And getting it all wet and sticky, too!" Elaine said, noticing the come stains on the sheets.
Laurie discovered that she wasn't the least bit self-conscious with the other two people in the room.
Tad locked the door, and Lennie got off the bed lazily, his massive cock swinging from side to side. He padded over to the dresser and poured drinks for everyone, and passed them around.
Elaine in the meantime, had undressed. Laurie had never seen the girl undressed, even though they had shared rooms before when they went skiing. She looked at the girl's body, and decided that Elaine was beautiful.
She knew that part of tonight's sexual ceremony would be an affair with her. That was the way of all orgies that she had ever heard of, and the men had expressed an interest in watching the two of them.
Laurie was more than willing to accommodate them, and the orgy, she decided, was exactly what she needed to keep her mind of the troublesome matters which had assailed her with such seeming suddenness.
She decided that it hadn't happened so suddenly after all. She had probably been brewing these thoughts, and had pushed them out of her mind, just because she didn't want to think about them.
After all, they weren't pleasant, like the thought of skiing was.
Tad and Lennie sat at the foot of the bed, engaging in titillating plans for the evening-Outside the door, a couple laughed, their laughter fading away as they traversed the gallery.
Laurie felt as if all her senses were keener than usual, felt excited. Every sound seemed to fall, razor-sharp on her ears, and every movement or sensation was pleasant. She was getting back that wild state of exhilaration she had had the day she skied in the blizzard.
That was the day she had fucked Lennie against the tree.
Leaning against the headboard of the bed, she drew her knees up to her fabulous breasts and enjoyed the gooey feeling of her juices flowing out of her hot and quivering twat.
Her little tunnel quivered from the fucking she had just received, and there was more to come.
She noticed that Elaine was looking at her, hotly.
"Why don't we start with the girls together?" Lennie suggested, noticing the look. Elaine giggled.
"You're really pretty, Laurie," she said.
"You mean you two have never seen each other naked before?" Tad asked. "I thought girls who roomed together always ran around in the buff, and got it on once in a while."
"I never have," Laurie admitted.
"I never did-not with Laurie, anyway," Elaine said.
"You don't mind, Laurie?" Lennie asked her.
Laurie smiled and then winked at Elaine.
"Not at all. I'm curious, but you have the experience, so you're going to have to tell me what to do."
"Oh, that's easy," Elaine said, sipping her drink. With her free hand, she caressed one of her fabulous jugs. The sight of her caressing her breasts turned Laurie on. The drink was going to her head, and the warmth of it suffused her body.
There was suddenly a sense of wildness in the atmosphere. Two naked men, drinking casually, watching two women eyeing each other with sexual intent.
Elaine must have felt the same way. She squirmed up to the head of the bed where Laurie was sitting, and laid her glass on one of Laurie's tits.
Laurie gasped, and jumped. Her nipple puckered with the coldness of the class.
Very slowly, smiling sexily, Elaine rubbed the cold glass over Laurie's tit. The sensation was weird and fabulous at the same time. She shivered, not necessarily with the cold, but from erotic excitement.
She finished her drink. The warmth of the alcohol spread through her. Her body was very, very warm, except for the breast which Elaine was caressing with the cold liquor glass.
Elaine moved to her second breast.
"Feel good, baby?"
"Mmmmm!" Laurie said. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together, pressing them against her already passion-bloated pussy lips, which throbbed with the excitement which coursed through her.
Elaine thoroughly caressed Laurie's other breast with the glass, and Laurie felt her nipples puckering more tightly than they had ever been before. Her breathing started to come in heavy gasps.
Laurie put her glass down, and reached out to caress Elaine. Again she had the sensation that the room was sexually charged. She felt as if she were steeping slightly out of herself. She could almost picture the way she and Elaine looked to the two men.
She glanced at them out of the corner of her eye, as she softly caressed Elaine's tits, first one and then the other. Elaine's breathing was getting harsh and labored with her excitement, and her breath puffed warmly on Laurie's face, adding to the sensual pleasure she was feeling.
The two men were looking slightly glass-eyed. They sat at the foot of the bed, and Tad was already playing with his massive prick. Both of the men had hard-ons, and the thought that she was going to perform sexually , with another woman for them, turned Laurie on in a strange way.
It was not something she had ever considered in her sexual career, but now that she was doing it, she wasn't the least bit sorry. The sensation to her was fabulous.
She squeezed Elaine's nipples, and then pinched them, feeling them puckering between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.
Elaine moaned, and squirmed down on the bed, as Laurie concentrated on her physical exploration of Elaine's body. Elaine was moaning loudly, as Laurie continued to savor the marvelous sensation of having her hands on another woman's breasts.
She had caressed her own tits, but she had never caressed another woman's. The sensation was wild and strange to the lust-besotted girl, as she dug her fingers into the fleshy wealth of Elaine's fabulous, ripe tits.
Elaine reached up, and pulled Laurie's face down close to hers, and Laurie gasped when she felt Elaine's mouth on her lips. Elaine's lips were soft as they caressed Laurie's lips lightly.
Then Elaine deepened the kiss, and Laurie felt a shiver of excitement course through her.
Her thick honey flowed out of her pussy, and stained the soft inner fleshy of her thighs.
Their breaths mingled as the two women kissed, both of them hotly aware of the eyes of the men glued rapaciously on the sexy scene in front of them.
Elaine's tongue slithered between Laurie's unresisting white teeth. Laurie moaned, and then flicked the tip of her tongue against Laurie's tongue. Elaine's kiss was so soft, so sweet, that Laurie went a little bit crazy.
Elaine pulled Laurie against her breast, so that their tits were rubbing together, and Laurie thought she would choke with the wild excitement which surged through her.
She started to whimper as Elaine's hand moved down over her curvaceous body. Laurie decided that the best thing to do would be to copy what Elaine did, so as Elaine's hands moved down to caress the gentle swell of her slender haunches, Laurie did the same to Elaine, and felt Elaine's shiver of pleasure.
Elaine pressed her tits more tightly against Laurie's breasts. Laurie could feel Elaine's hot, puckered nipples rubbing against her sensitive tit-flesh, the hard little dots denting her resilient mounds.
Then Elaine broke the hot wonderful kiss that Laurie had almost drowned in, and squirmed down over her body, until her face was at Laurie's muff, and Elaine's muff was hovering against Laurie's mouth.
Laurie moaned and spread her legs, as Elaine squirmed on top of her body, and spread Laurie's legs. She blew on the quivering, honeyed flesh of Laurie's muff, and Laurie instinctively bucked her hips up with excitement.
Laurie blew gently on Elaine's muff, and got the same reaction from the beautiful girl. Now, Laurie had no time to think of the men, and she didn't really care.
What was intriguing her was this brand-new sexual sensation which she was experiencing. Elaine's tits rubbed now against the lower portion of her abdomen. Her weight pressed Laurie into the mattress.
She felt Elaine's tongue flick out and make hot contact with her bloated pussy. Elaine's tongue was soft at first on her cunt flesh.
Laurie felt her tongue tracing the curved line of her cunt cleft, and then she felt her blood starting to boil in her veins as the excitement swept through her, driving her crazy.
She shivered, and flicked her own tongue out, with a slight diffidence. She ran her tongue from the tip of Elaine's pussy down to the quivering little fold of flesh which hid her hot little hole, slurping up the juices which covered her roommate's pussy.
She took her mouth away and smacked her lips. The taste was strange but not unpleasant, musky and slightly pungent.
Elaine moaned with pleasure at the hot contact of Laurie's tongue against her cunt lips, and she started to undulate her muff gently against Laurie's mouth.
Laurie felt the vibration of Elaine's moan of pleasure. It shot through her like lightning, and her heat shot upward, until Laurie felt feverish with the wildness which suffused her body.
"Oh, that feels good!" she gasped, as Elaine's tongue dug into her pussy. She felt the tip of Elaine's tongue rummaging around in the throbbing folds of flesh. The pressure of her tongue created some wild sensations which caused Laurie to squirm with increasing ardor, as Elaine's skilled tongue glided up and down over her twat meat.
Laurie thought she was going to come when Elaine's tongue tip made hot wet contact with her little button of desire.
"Eeeh!" she squealed, and then she started to get so excited that she got. hungry for Elaine's pussy.
She couldn't quite understand what had aroused her so enormously, probably the strangeness of the situation. But to Laurie it didn't matter any more. The soft wet tongue of Elaine was striking fleshy sparks of ecstasy which flickered through Laurie's lust-besotted body.
She ran her hands hungrily over the backs of Elaine's thighs, and then started to knead Elaine's firm, dimpled buns. She caressed the soft ass flesh as she pressed her mouth against Elaine's furry delta of delight, and Elaine started to lash her tongue faster and faster over Laurie's pussy meat as her own excitement built.
Laurie inhaled deeply of Elaine's excited womanhood, and then systematically started to run her tongue up and down on Elaine's bloated folds of flesh, following Elaine's example.
She slid her tongue from the hot little hole which was oozing come cream, down to the prominent, inflamed little love nubbin. Then she flicked her tongue back and forth over the hardened little button.
Elaine was whimpering now with her own growing excitement. She started to mash her pussy meat harder and harder against Laurie's mouth.
Laurie discovered that the hotter and more excited she got, the more she wanted to please Elaine, and as Elaine got more and more excited, Laurie reaped the benefits with Elaine's increased fury as she tongued her twat.
Laurie bent her knees up and pressed her legs against the side of Elaine's head, as her rommate continued to tongue her twat with increasing ardor.
Laurie was now thoroughly absorbed in what she was doing. It seemed to be a part of the pleasure she was getting.
She pried her finger into Elaine's ass crack and rummaged around for the puckered brown ring of Elaine's ass-hole. Finding it, she started to insert her finger.
"Oh, yes, baby, do it!" Elaine muttered, the sound vibrating against Laurie's pussy meat causing her sex flesh to tingle.
Laurie closed her eyes. Her body now gleamed with a thin patina of sex sweat, as she continued to slide her tongue up and down over Elaine's hot, swollen pussy meat.
She flattened her tongue out, and slid it up over the bloated pink folds of flesh, feeling the throbbing in Elaine's sex flesh increasing as her excitement built.
Then she stiffened her tongue, following Elaine's lead again, and tried to drive her glossal organ into Elaine's hot, drooling hole. She slurped up the thick juices which were flowing lavishly and hotly from the woman's quivering hole, and felt the familiar itch building in her own pussy.
She was close to orgasm, and she could feel her heart hammering wildly, driving the blood through her body in surging waves that caused her ears to ring madly.
Laurie clamped down on Elaine's swollen labia and nibbled at the pink little folds of skin, slashing at the soft flesh with her tongue, as Elaine continued to suck on her twat.
"Ahhh!" she gasped loudly, bucking upward powerfully. Elaine's straight white teeth had clamped down on her little love button, and her tongue was flicking back and forth, lizard-like, over the tip of the tingling, thoroughly inflamed organ of ecstasy.
At the same moment that she felt her own incipient orgasm rising up from the depths of her teeming womanhood, she sensed the pre-orgasmic tension in Elaine's body.
She thrust her finger into Elaine's ass-hole hard, as Elaine started to hump against Laurie's mouth in real earnest. Her juices flowed heavily out of her tingling hole, and dripped down on Laurie's mouth and then dribbled down over her cheeks and chin.
She whimpered as she moved her tongue up and down furiously over Elaine's quivering flesh, and then she clamped her own teeth down on Elaine's hard, throbbing little love nubbin.
Elaine started to squeal against Laurie's pussy, and Laurie and Elaine both went wild, their flesh quivering with the growing pleasure which surged through them.
As their orgasms mounted, the two men started to shoot their loads. They had been pumping on their pricks as they watched the two girls making love to each other.
Their semen spewed out of their come slits in opaque arcs, and then dropped on the soft, overheated flesh of the two women. . Laurie's body tingled and thrashed under Elaine's undulating body as the two women drove each other into a frenzy. She felt the soft wet kiss of the men's spunk as it poured on Elaine's back, and on her hand.
She pumped her finger in and out of Elaine's hot ass-hole, feeling Elaine's sphincter muscles clamping down around her prying digit.
Then her orgasm peaked. Elaine's mouth now covered Laurie's twat, and she had applied a sucking, rhythmic pressure to the girl's delta of delight. Laurie's juices spewed heavily out of her hot, quivering hole, and Elaine's seemed to be sucking them all up.
Their mouths made wet sucking noises, as they continued to tease each other's flesh, until the orgasm faded softly, leaving their pussies tingling with erotic memory.
The men groaned, as the two girls rolled off each other.
Elaine looked up at Laurie and grinned.
"That wasn't so bad for a first time," she said, smiling and kissing the flushed face of the lust-besotted ski bunny.
"It was nice," Laurie admitted.
The two men, their eyes gleaming, lunged for the two girls.
"How are all four of us going to get it on?" Tad asked, as he grappled with a laughing Laurie.
Laurie, far from being satiated by her session with Elaine, felt greased for far more action.
"Oh, I think it can be done," Lennie said, laughing in a guttural tone of voice which signaled his passion.
His prick was still hard and passion-red, and ready to go, and Laurie reached out, and gripped it, yanking it lightly.
"I'd like to dip my wick into a pussy, and eat one out," Tad suggested. He had rolled Laurie over onto her back, and was sucking oh one of her nipples.
"How would you like to be double-fucked?" Lennie asked Laurie.
Laurie laughed.
"If you can do it, more power to you."
"All right, move to one side for a moment, Tad," Lennie said, getting up on the bed.
Laurie was curious as she saw him lie on his back, his cock standing straight up in the air.
"Laurie, turn your back to me, and straddle my hips. I'll take you in the ass."
Laurie felt a rush of blood going to her head. That would be incredible, if it could be done. She liked ass-fucking occasionally, and this was the first time Lennie had suggested it to her.
She didn't know about Lennie's previous career, and Lennie was a great ass man.
She got up and straddled Lennie's prick, kneeling with her legs on either side of his body.
Then she bent forward slightly, as she felt Lennie's hands parting her delectable buns.
She felt his prick pressing against her tight little brown ring. She started to lean backward, pressing down on his thick member. She shivered, and her flesh crawled with heated excitement as she felt his thick member spreading apart her rectal walls.
"Ohhh!" she gasped, as she continued to move downward. Lennie stroked her back, and then braced her body by pressing his hands at her waist, as she continued to slither down on his pulsating prick.
Elaine watched the procedure, and remembered her earlier ass-fucking session with Lennie, and she started to frig herself.
"Hey!" Tad exclaimed, "you save that!"
Elaine laughed; and continued to run her fingers up and down over her passion-bloated pussy lips.
"There's plenty of it and more," she said, her eyes glowing with lust, "so don't sweat the small stuff."
"Mmmmm!" Tad moaned, licking his lips lasciviously as he watched the girl fingering her pussy lips, and alternated that sexy scene with the sight of Laurie being impaled on Lennie's prick, which was rapidly disappearing into her ass-hole.
"Ahh!" she grunted, when she had finally buried his prick balls-deep in her ass-hole. She could feel his powerful rod pulsating against her delicate rectal membranes and the pulsations seemed to echo through her whole body.
Lennie reached up and hooked her under her shoulders and pulled her back, slowly. His cock lurched in her ass-hole, and Laurie shivered with the hot pleasure, as she found herself lying on her back on Lennie's body.
"O.K., Tad, take her pussy," Lennie said, laughing. Laurie's body jerked with Lennie's heaving chest. She squirmed her back against his torso, savoring the undulating of his belly and his chest as he breathed deeply. Every time he breathed his cock moved with subtle softness in her bung hole.
She squeezed her sphincter muscles against his raging prick.
"Easy, easy! That's loaded!" Lennie gasped, as he felt the sucking pressure against his bloated, throbbing prick.
Tad crouched between the out-spread legs of Lennie and Laurie, and pressed his tumescent tool against Laurie's drooling hole.
"Slow and easy does it," he gasped, as he started to push inward.
Laurie stiffened for a moment, nervous about the way she felt. She felt Tad's prick slithering into her hot hole, and the feeling of being stuffed was incredible. She was also afraid that he would tear her apart, since Lennie had already stuffed her ass-hole to what she felt was the limit.
"O.K.? " Tad asked, stopping his inward lunges for a moment.
"Yeah, I guess so," Laurie said. She bent her knees up slightly and felt Lennie's prick moving in her ass-hole again. Tad's cock started to slither into her a little more easily.
"Man, I can feel your prick!" Tad gasped, as he thrust in and buried himself to the hilt in her hot willing little cunt.
"Oh, wow!" Laurie gasped. '
Lennie's hands moved around and he started to knead the soft resilient flesh of Laurie's breasts. Tad remained crouched in a semi-push-up position, his hot cock throbbing in Laurie's pussy.
"Now come over here, Elaine," Lennie said, choreographing the obscene joining of the four people at this point.
Elaine crawled over until she was at Lennie's head. Using a couple of pillows to raise her up somewhat, she sat down near Laurie's head. Laurie looked up and grinned. She could smell the pungent aroma of Elaine's arousal, and ti caused her juices to gush downward, around Tad's pulsating prick.
As Laurie lay, pinioned between the two men, her ass-hole walls and her pussy walls stretched slightly to accommodate the two pricks more comfortably.
"This is as stuffed as I've ever been in my life," she gasped, squirming first against Lennie's hairy loins, feeling his wiry hairs tickle her sensitive ass cheeks, and then bucking upward slightly to grind her swollen, throbbing pussy flesh against Tad's wiry pubic hairs.
Tad lowered herself until he was pressed against Laurie's body. The pressure of his chest caused Lennie's grip on Laurie's tits to tighten somewhat, and Laurie moaned and shivered with a mini-orgasm as she felt her nipples puckering and tingling with erotic excitement.
She closed her eyes, and started to undulate her hips back and forth. As she bucked upward, her muff pressed against Tad's prick, which slithered further into her overheated twat.
As she pressed downward, she drove Lennie's massive manhood deeper into her quivering, tingling bowels.
"Ohh!" she gasped, forgetting the choreography, and getting into the wild welte rof carnal sensations which coursed through her.
Tad started to move, pulling his prick partially out of her pussy, and then thrusting it inward. As he thrust inward, Lennie's hands slid off Laurie's tingling breasts and he brought them down to cup her ass cheeks. He pushed upward on her ass cheeks, and withdrew his cock partially.
Both men worked in tandem with hot, strong, short strokes. Their position didn't give them too much leeway for movement, but the effect was devastating on the joined trio.
Tad reached up and flicked out his tongue at Elaine's pussy. She had spread her legs wide, and was straddling Laurie's head.
Laurie opened her eyes and looked up and the sight of Elaine's bright pink passion-bloated sex tissue, and Tad's tongue slurping at it, caused another rush of sensation coursing through her body.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Laurie felt as if she were being drowned in sex. The two pricks plowed in and out of her ass-hole and her cunt hole.
Her breasts swelled beneath the pressure of Tad's chest, as he grunted, pulling his prick out as Lennie slammed his in, and then plowing through her creaming vaginal canal as Lennie pulled his prick out of her ass-hole.
She started to buck up and down, matching the rhythms of the two men who were reaming out her nether holes.
At the same time, Elaine's juices were dripping on her sweating forehead, as Tad's mouth made rhythmic contact with Elaine's dripping pussy.
"Oh, I like this!" Elaine gasped, squirming her swollen pink buds of flesh against Tad's mouth.
Tad's tongue made wet slurping noises, as he laved Elaine's pussy. She squirmed and squealed when he drove his tongue into her dripping hole, sucking her hot syrup out of her.
"Like cream," Tad murmured, swallowing the thick effluence which seeped from Elaine's quivering pussy.
Laurie closed her eyes. Her mind pulled a strange trick on her at that point. She started to fantasize.
As Lennie's cock pumped in and out of her ass-hole, and as Tad's body rubbed against her soft flesh, driven by his prick which he kept slamming in and out of her hot, over-stuffed little hole, she pretended that she was being raped.
She pretended that she had been kidnapped and taken to a mountain resort, and she was the slave of these two men, who were taking her against her will.
Her hands moved out to the side of the bed, and she gripped the mattress tightly as her body rose and fell, and the two men wreaked a sweet havoc in her ass-hole and her cunt.
She was pretending that she was tied to the bed.
Her lovely head which was resting on Lennie's sweating shoulder, rolled from side to side, and she moaned with the excitement of her fantasy, as Tad and Lennie plowed through her ass-hole and her cunt hole.
The scent of Elaine's aroused womanhood got stronger and stronger. Laurie felt as if she were buried in flesh, rutting flesh, as she surrendered to the hot wild sensations which surged through her.
She started to whimper as she felt the throbbing of her body increase. Her. whole body felt like one huge pulse point, as Lennie battered her bowels and Tad pillaged her pussy, their strong, powerful rods cleaving through her flesh.
When they pulled out, Laurie had the sensation that she was losing all her internal organs, that like magnets, the two cocks were drawing her viscera downward.
The sensation was fabulous, and her fantasy of being helpless in the clutches of the two men between whom she was sandwiched, made her juices boil.
She got light-headed. Behind her tightly-closed eyelids, hot flashes of light went off. The brightly colored flaming lights seemed to surge through her body, which was now empty of all her internal organs except her heart which beat wildly against her rib cage, causing her blood to swell and surge in her veins.
She got hotter and hotter, and then she pressed the crown of her head back against Lennie's shoulder, as she felt the first pin-pricks of her orgasm deep in her over-stuffed womanhood.
It was a long, deliciously frustrating time coming. It seemed to simmer softly in the depths of her being, that climax, like a storm hovering on a horizon, which charges the air long before the storm breaks overhead.
Her body quivered, and Lennie's hands on her haunches tightened to control some of her movements.
Tad was too busy sucking off Elaine's dripping sex ditch, and fucking Laurie, to pay much attention to the way she was squirming under his body.
She felt as if all the breath were being sucked out of her, as she writhed and bucked between the two men.
Tad's pubic hairs were all wet and sticky now, as his hairy loins slammed against her passion-bloated pussy meat, which was covered with the thick honey flowing from her well-stuffed pussy, and Lennie's pubic hairs were just as wet and sticky from the flow which trickled down her ass crack, and pooled on his pubes, as he slithered in and out of her ass-hole.
Even the shallowness of the strokes added something to the dimensions of her incipient orgasm.
Her body gleamed with a thin patina of sex sweat, and the wetness of her overheated body was enhanced by the sexual lubrication of the two bodies of the men, who were also sweating.
Their flesh, making rhythmic contact in their humping motions, and then parting, made wet sucking noises, and everything just bombarded Laurie's senses.
Her brain short-circuited, and she squealed as she felt the orgasm building. Her whole body seemed to bloat with the passionate paroxysms of delight which built and built in her.
Her grip on the mattress tightened instinctively. She didn't want this to stop, didn't want to buck and writhe so hard that she knocked Tad off. His position on top of her body, given the way he was sucking off Elaine, was precarious at best.
Over her face, Elaine's body bucked and quivered as Tad's tongue flicked out and drove the lust-besotted girl wild.
The hair on the nape of Laurie's neck seemed to be curling with the wild ecstasy which surged through her.
Her orgasm broke over her like a tidal wave.
Laurie wasn't quite sure, when the carnal upheaval had faded away after a very, very long time, whether she had passed out or not when the first sweet convulsions ripped through her, seeming to explode in her body.
Or maybe she had just turned into a mindless, rutting animal. She could never be sure. She didn't lose any of the fleshy pleasure, and the intensity of the erotic sensations which had taken possession of her body did not diminish, but Laurie turned wild, knew she was wild, and she abandoned herself hotly to the delicious delirium which gripped her.
Her whole body seemed to be one big hole in which two cocks were stuffed, and those cocks were the biggest cocks in the whole wide world.
As her orgasm peaked she felt the rhythm and speed of the two pumping cocks increasing in her quivering, writhing body.
Lennie's cock swelled and lurched in her ass-hole, which was burning with a tingling passion of its own, and Tad's cock swelled in her pussy.
She started to scream, at the same moment that Elaine was squealing in the throes of her own orgasm.
Her juices dripped down on Laurie's face in greater quantity now. Laurie felt as if she were going to drown in come as she had first felt that she was going to drown in flesh.
The two bodies which sandwiched hers bucked and slammed against her pinioned body faster and harder.
Elaine's pussy juices were fragrant and they acted like an aphrodisiac to Laurie as she gasped and bucked in the throes of the wild orgasm which took possession of her.
Then she felt the two cocks exploding in her pussy. The sensation of the gism pouring into her burning ass-hole, and the sensation of Tad's gism slithering into her hot, well-oiled pussy drove her insane.
The pressure increased, and she felt for one moment like a ballon, pressed between the two men, which was on the verge of popping.
In effect, she did pop, since she abandoned all rational control of her body. She let out all stops and was buffeted divinely by the quivering, lightning-like flashes of passion which coursed through her.
She thought the orgasm would never end, and she didn't care, as the two cocks continued to pump in and out of her ass-hole and her pussy.
She felt her sphincter muscles gripping Lennie's hard-pumping prick, and her cuntal walls closed around Tad's prick spastically.
Elaine's body subsided somewhat, and Tad reached down as he emptied his load into Laurie's pussy and he kissed her, his tongue slithering into her moist, hot orifice.
Laurie sucked on his tongue, drawing it more deeply into her mouth. She could taste Elaine's juices on his tongue, and smell the pungent aroma of her aroused womanhood in Tad's mouth which had sucked her off so passionately.
Finally, her body subsided, leaving her quivering, panting, and soaking wet with the heat which had felt as if it were melting her.
She gasped slightly, and her chest heaved as she strove to normalize her breathing.
Her breath hissed through her passion-constricted throat harshly.
Tad and Lennie were far from finished with Laurie, however. Their cocks were still planted in her soggy ass-hole and her pulsating pussy, and Tad continued to kiss her, driving his tongue deeply into her mouth.
Lennie at the same time laved her ear, driving his tongue into her tiny little ear canal, causing more shivers of pleasure to course through her gorgeous, pinioned body.
Finally, Laurie relaxed, her grip on the mattress loosening.
Tad pulled out of her, and then Lennie pushed her off his cock.
She lay on the bed, totally, absolutely relaxed, quivering with remembered passion.
For a long time she couldn't speak.
Tad grinned, and slapped her lightly on her dimpled, bare ass cheeks.
"Fantastic, Laurie, fantastic! Best idea you ever had!"
Laurie just grinned idiotically, and then the four of them had another drink. Their orgasms had been wild, and they were perfectly willing to call it an evening.
Laurie just wanted to go to sleep. She felt it was necessary for her to stay on the slopes all of the next day, in order to avoid Ronald. She didn't know what she would do when dinner time rolled around, but at least the physical exercise of skiing would leave her time to think. And she needed time.
She was too tired to think right now. She curled up in a fetal position, and watched Elaine and Tad throwing their clothes on to make the trip to Tad's room.
"Move over, sweetie," Lennie grunted, as he crawled into bed beside Laurie. Laurie moved over and turned around so that she was facing the big, handsome buck.
Lennie pulled the covers over them, and then turned out the light.
"Slam the door when you leave," he said to Tad.
"All right, party-poopers, but we're taking the booze," Tad said. Elaine's chuckle was low and deep.
Laurie was asleep before Tad and Elaine had left the room, snuggled against Lennie's still-sweating chest, his arms around her.
Elaine and Tad were far from finished.
The two of them fucked each other silly, and then Tad fell asleep in Elaine's arms.
As far as Elaine was concerned, it was still early. She lay in the dark, listening. Every now and then she would hear a laugh, or hear footsteps moving in the gallery outside.
After awhile she wondered if Ronald were among those who might have gone down to the lounge. After a while, the lodge became quiet. Elaine had had too much excitement for one night, and she wasn't sleepy. She was in a pleasant relaxed state, but tingling with remembered pleasure.
Beside her, Tad snored peacefully, then grunted, and rolled over, away from Elaine's body.
She slipped out of bed quietly, and threw on a pair of woolen slacks and a sweater, and quietly left the room, to sneak downstairs.
The fire still flickered in the fireplace, but it was beginning to go out. The wind whistled around the lodge and the reflected light from the snow outside cast an eerie pall over the room.
The only island of warmth seemed to be in the yellow glow from the hearth.
"Well, hello."
She looked up, startled.
"God, you scared me. Ronald! What are you doing here?"
"Spending a weekend."
"Oh, I see."
Elaine looked up at the handsome stud. Ronald was usually attired in business suits, which he wore well. He had a tall, elegant kind of figure, but his muscular build was shown to best advantage in the outfit he had on now. He was wearing a cashmere turtle neck sweater which fit him to a T, and displayed his lithe pectorals, and the long clean line of his waist, as well as the flat, rippling plane of his belly.
And the jeans he had on also fit him like a second skin. Elaine's eyes flicked down to the bulge at his crotch. In spite of all the activity she had experienced that night, that bulge in Ronald's jeans set her pussy lips a-quivering again.
She squeezed her thighs together tightly as she felt the passionate flush rush through her lust-besotted body.
"You look good," she said, eyeing him hotly. "How was Europe?"
"Magnificent! I saw some wonderful places, and I met some wonderful people."
"Like that woman you came with?"
"You saw me come in? Why didn't you come up and say hello?"
"Well, you disappeared so fast. Who is she?"
"The woman?"
Ronald's eyes were grave as he stared at Elaine.
"She owns this place. She owns several places in Europe. I met her in Paris. She was inspecting one of her resorts in the French Alps. I believe you and Laurie went there one year for your vacation."
"Oh, Le Sans Souci?"
"Yes, that's the name of it."
Ronald sat down beside Elaine on the couch.
"Where's Laurie?"
Elaine grinned.
"Sound alseep with her new man. You know how she is. On the slopes from morning to night. She created a bit of a sensation here a few days ago. She actually stayed on the slopes and skied in the middle of a blizzard!"
Ronald did not laugh in response to Elaine's laughter. Elaine felt like a bit of a heel, mentioning Lennie. She wasn't sure how Laurie felt about Lennie.
She was damned sure how Laurie had felt about Ronald. Maybe Laurie felt the same way about Lennie that Elaine felt about Tad. A nice guy, and nice to ski with, but not terribly special.
But Elaine wanted Ronald. She had always been sorry she had given him up. And after that lust fuck scene with him, she had thought she was on her way to capturing him.
She put her hand on Ronald's knee, and felt him flex his muscles.
She proceeded cautiously moving her hand up by inches to his bulging crotch. She couldn't tell from the look on Ronald's face how he was taking the news about Laurie's boy friend. He must still be interested, because he asked, which left Elaine pondering on just what the relationship was between Ronald and Marie Cullom.
"She's real nice," Elaine said, experimentally.
"Who?"
"That woman."
Ronald smiled.
"She's a very bright, aggressive woman, and very interesting to talk to. I'm here as her guest. I told her I had friends who were staying here."
"Oh!"
Elaine took heart, and her hand found the bulge in Ronald's crotch. She squeezed it slightly, and Ronald grunted.
Elaine reached up and kissed him softly. Ronald accepted the kiss, and then Elaine heard his breathing getting heavier and heavier. His bulge seemed to get bigger and hotter and harder.
Elaine felt a sense of power and she increased the pressure of her hand against the bulge.
Ronald winced and pulled her hand away, and then his mouth smashed down onto hers, passionately.
He pushed her with him off the couch and onto the floor. The fire had died down some more in the huge fireplace, but it still cast a warm flickering glow over the couple rolling on the bearskin rug in front of it.
The heat only inflamed Elaine more, as she writhed under the wildness of Ronald's caresses and kissed. She had never known him to be that wild, that demanding before. He was like a rutting animal and Elaine reveled in it.
He pressed his sweating palm against one of Elaine's fabulous tits, and started to massage it.
But that wasn't enough. His hand insinuated itself under her ski sweater, and he felt for her flesh. He gasped when his palm pressed into the resilient mound of flesh, and felt her nipple puckering against his hand.
Elaine was never happier that she hadn't worn a bra.
"Fuck me," she gasped, breaking Ronald's passionate, sucking kiss and staring at him hotly.
A wry grin spread over Ronald's handsome face.
"Right here?"
"Everyone's asleep," Elaine gasped. "Fuck me!"
She would have preferred to find someplace more private, but she didn't want him to know she was here with a man. The more available she seemed to be, she thought, the easier it would be to get Ronald, and she really wanted him for herself.
Too hungry to think of the consequences of getting caught fucking in the main lounge of the ski chalet, Ronald slid off her woolen slacks. He gasped when her thickly-furred love mound was revealed, glistening with the juices which were pouring hotly out of her pussy.
His breath hissed through his teeth, as he sat up and peeled off his sweater, and then his woolen T-shirt.
Elaine moaned and reached up to caress his pectorals, squeezing his brown, small manly nipples, as he fumbled with his belt.
Elaine unzipped his fly and then Ronald stood up and slid out of his trousers and his jockey shorts.
His fantastic fleshy prod popped up and stood stiffly, at a forty-five degree angle to his flat, washboard belly.
Elaine spread her legs. Her passion-bloated pussy meat flowered outward, glowing with the thick honey which coated the pink little flaps of flesh. Ronald crouched, between her legs, his cock hungry for a taste of her tight pink twat.
"Ahh!" he gasped, as he lunged inward.
Elaine squealed with hot delight and locked her long, slender legs around Ronald's waist, as he buried himself balls-deep in her quivering, drooling pussy.
"Wonderful! Can I join you?"
Ronald and Elaine both gasped, momentarily startled by the sound of the voice behind them in the darkened lounge.
Then Elaine smiled, recognizing the intruder in their carnal ruckus.
It was Lennie, and he was holding his throbbing, erect cock in his hand. The tip of it gleamed with pre-come juices.
Ronald gasped with shock when Elaine held out her arms.
"Sure, two's always company. I never get enough," she said recklessly.
Lennie moved forward, leering, ready to accept the invitation. Ronald was not ready!
He pulled out of Elaine, and stood up.
"Oh, come on, Ronald. Don't be a spoil-sport!" Elaine laughed. She knew that he couldn't resist a pussy, not with his cock in that condition.
"Be my guest," Lennie said with good humor. "I was thinking of her mouth myself."
Ronald paused for a moment, and then looked down at his prick. It gleamed with the juices which had lubricated it as they flowed from Elaine's hot little pussy.
With a strange, hot look in his eyes, he again crouched between Elaine's long, slender legs, and rammed his prick with an almost brutal gesture into her hot little pussy. Then he pressed his body against hers, as Lennie crouched at Elaine's head, his throbbing prick aimed at her mouth.
Elaine bent her head back as Lennie crouched on his knees, his hands braced on. either side of her shoulders, lowering his prick toward her up-turned mouth.
She flicked her tongue out and captured the drop of pre-come which oozed from the tip of Lennie's prick.
Lennie moaned, and slammed inward. Elaine gagged slightly and then started to swallow around his cock head which was pressed against the entrance to her mouth.
Ronald started to move in her, as Lennie started to buck his hips up and down, driving his cock deeper and deeper into Elaine's mouth.
For one brief moment, before she got lost in the carnal labyrinth of her passion, she wondered if what she had done was wise. Ronald had objected, initially, and this kind of a scene might turn him off.
But then she started to buck up against his hips, which were driving his prick in and out of her pussy, and she looked at his lust-besotted face and was assured.
Her breasts were pressed flat against Ronald's chest, as his ass cheeks rose and fell, pumping his prick deeper and deeper into Elaine's hot and quivering quim.
Elaine kept sucking on Lennie's prick, drawing it more and more into her mouth, until her orifice was so stuffed that her saliva dribbled out of the corners of her distorted mouth.
She felt Lennie's-prick throbbing between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, as he slid it further and further into her throat.
She kept gulping against his thick prod, her hips still moving with the same rhythm as Ronald's hard-humping hips.
She ground her swollen pussy meat against his wet and matted hairs and went wild, as she captured all of Lennie's prick in her mouth. His pubic hairs tickled her chin and mouth as he started to fuck her mouth, drawing his cock out until only the tip of it was embedded in her hot oral cavity, and then thrusting inward.
Elaine moaned against Lennie's prick, and the sensation shot through Lennie like a thousand lingers of fire, inflaming his loins still further.
Unable to sleep, he had come down to the lounge to sit by the fire. He had seen Elaine and Ronald on the floor, and divested himself of his clothing.
For some reason, although he knew there were no strings attached to the relationship among the four of them, a bell went off in his head. There was something slightly off-center about what Elaine was doing, and quick as his intuition was in spotting it, he couldn't define it.
And Ronald's objections! There was some other matter at stake in this coupling. Ronald was fucking Elaine's pussy with the same kind of libidinous fury that Lennie was using as he fucked Elaine's mouth.
He felt his balls swelling with a seething load of man juice as they slapped against Elaine's saliva-wet chin. His balls contracted, and then he felt his prick swelling in her hot sucking mouth.
His sphincter muscles clamped together with the fury of his passion as it mounted from his loins and permeated his whole body.
"Ahhh!" he gasped, slamming brutally into Elaine's hard-sucking mouth. His come slit exploded with a seething load of manly juices.
Ronald started to fuck Elaine with more and more fury. Elaine felt her orgasm rumbling in the pit of her belly as she started to swallow Lennie's juices. She writhed and her face turned red, as the sweet convulsions mounted, and her pussy flesh clamped around Ronald's hard-pistoning prick.
She felt Ronald's come slit explode with a thick load of gism, just as her wild orgasm peaked, causing her body to shudder violently with the sweet, intense pleasure which surged through her.
Her juices gushed lavishly out of her pussy, as she swallowed Lennie's musky man juices and sucked up Ronald's seething load with her convulsing pussy.
Finally her body subsided, and she lay, quivering, under Ronald's body. Lennie pulled his spent prick out of her mouth, and then his face registered a look of shock.
Elaine looked instinctively in the direction in which he was looking, and Ronald, still lying on top of Elaine turned his head.
Laurie stood there, her expression inscrutable, watching the obscene vision in front of the still-glowing fireplace. , "Laurie!" Ronald gasped.
Without a word, without even rushing or displaying any kind of distress, Laurie turned on her bare heel, and mounted the stairs.
The trio on the bearskin rug watched her progress along the gallery, watched her go into her room and close the door.
In the deathly silence, they heard the lock turn. There was a sound of terrible finality about it.
CHAPTER NINE
Laurie had stirred from her dead sleep, unconsciously missing the warmth of Lennie's body beside hers.
She stretched and yawned luxuriously, and then sat up when her hand, which had reached out expecting to feel his warm flesh, made contact with still-warm sheets.
She had got out of bed, and thrown on her slacks and a sweater over her nakedness, and peered out into the gallery.
What she had seen as she leaned over the railing drew her, as if she had been mesermized, down the stairs and into the frame of vision of the three rutting people, who were clearly visible up in the gallery in the golden glow from the fireplace.
She had stood there, watching them, feeling numb, until they had come wildly. There, she thought, as their bodies subsided, gleaming with sex sweat, were the wages of lack of commitment. There was Ronald, fucking Elaine, whom she had considered her best friend. .
And the new man in her life, whom she had discovered that she did care for, and who was promising to be a good friend, was fucking Elaine's mouth.
For one brief moment, when she felt the surge of anger at Elaine, felt the sense of betrayal, she wondered how Elaine could get it all. After all, Ronald was one of Elaine's cast-off studs, and here he was again, fucking her.
But what had Laurie done to give either man any idea that she wanted a long-term commitment. So far that had been the gist of her thinking as she plowed down the slopes.
Lennie saw her first, and his eyes widened in shock. She watched, totally incapable of expressing any emotion whatever, as Elaine spotted her next and then Ronald:
Ronald called her name, and the sound of his voice smote on her ears like a hammer. It also galvanized her into action.
She certainly wasn't going to stand here looking like an idiot. And there wasn't anything she could say. She had no claim on either man.
She turned, amazed at her self-possession, and walked quietly up the stairs and into her room. She closed the door quietly, and then leaned against it, suddenly feeling her knees turn to sponge rubber.
She frowned.
She didn't want Lennie back in the room. She didn't even want Elaine in the room. She wanted to be alone, to think.
With a sudden irritated gesture, she locked the door. If Elaine could be so free and easy with the men, let her find a place to sleep elsewhere. She sat down, and turned on the light, and then contemplated her navel in the growing dawn.
How could she accuse Elaine, she thought, when she herself did the very same thing? What had been happening to her, she wondered, that her thoughts would become all topsy turvy like this, and her smug self-assurance just vanish.
She watched the dawn slowly coming, and finally went to the bathroom and took a shower. Her ass-hole and her pussy still tingled from the wild fucking she had had the night before.
There was only one thing to do-go skiing. She went downstairs, and found two other avid skiers, up before the rest of the crowd, eating a very early breakfast.
She ate a good meal, knowing that she would need the nourishment, and then she took her skis and went out to the slopes.
It was a beautiful day for skiing.
Thick clouds scudded overhead in a royal blue sky, and the sun shone intermittently. It promised more snow that evening. She could just barely see the purple bank of clouds on the horizon, but they were moving very slowly. It would take them a while to get to this spot, and Laurie was grateful for that.
She pushed off for her first run down, the powdery snow glinting and sparkling to her dazzled eyes as she felt the rush of pleasure at her growing speed. The wind whined against her ears, and whipped tears out of her eyes as she manipulated the slope.
She drew her first run out, careening wildly and with considerable skill down the sinuous trail.
And she let her thoughts speed, too.
It occurred to her like a bolt out of the blue, as she started up the ski lift again, that one of the reasons she liked skiing was that to her it was analogous to thinking.
Laurie had never had the discipline to sit down and think things through at the moment when attention to them would have been beneficial. She did most of her thinking by hindsight. She remembered the first time she had clearly made the determination to become a secretary had been in high school when she was careening down a slope as she had just done.
And after that, her frequent weekend trips kept her going as she, without even being aware that she did it, sorted out her past week or weeks in her own head.
She had always loved the after-effect of a long ski trip. She would be more peaceful, more at one with herself, and seemingly better equipped to handle the challenges, big and small, that came her way living in the city.
So that's it, she thought to herself.
Her problem now was Ronald, Lennie, and Elaine.
Elaine was all right she decided, on her fourth run of the morning. Elaine wasn't the best friend in the world, but she was fun, and Laurie had lived life just the way Elaine did.
Only now Laurie knew there was more to life than skiing. Good as she was, she would never earn a living from it, unless she chose to teach it. And she didn't want to do that.
When push came to shove, she decided as she headed for the ski lift for her fifth run, she did enjoy city life and variety. Now she also understood why skiing had been such a monomania to her.
"Boy, you never let up, do you?"
Laurie turned as she got into the car of the ski lift, and smiled at the man who had come out to the slopes as early as she.
"We only live once," she quipped, as the lift started to move her up, up, up.
On her fifth run, she still couldn't straighten out her dilemma with regard to Ronald and Lennie.
But she was resigned to the fact that she had lost Ronald by her own stupidity, and she no longer wanted to be close to Lennie. She had decided that Lennie was a stopgap, and it embarrassed her to think that she had used him that way.
He was a nice guy, and Laurie wanted to know him better-the right way, not through a fog of her own personal interest.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts, that she didn't notice the slopes filling up with people, didn't notice how the day got darker as morning waxed to noon, and then waned into an increasingly cloudy afternoon.'
If anyone had hailed her or noticed, Laurie didn't take note of it, as she made another run. She had long since lost count of the runs she had made, but she was suddenly aware that it was getting darker, and she was almost alone on the slopes.
Just ahead of her, slaloming around a curve, was one of the men who had had an early breakfast with her that morning, and who had quipped that she never quit.
She looked up at the sky. The only evidence I of the sun was one golden shaft which spilled through a chink in the thick black clouds overhead.
The shadows on the slopes got deeper, darker, and she knew it was dangerous. She was not now experiencing the wild exhilaration which had caused her to ski in a blizzard just a few days before.
She knew she had to get off the slopes, but she was reluctant to do so. The automatic lift was still lunk-clunking its way upward, when she reached the bottom of the slope, and headed for it again.
She assessed the sky, and then her keen eyes studied the slopes.
She suddenly shivered, wondering how in hell she had dared take those slopes, and the biggest, trickiest one at that, in the middle of a wild blizzard.
"Oh, no you don't! I'm not risking my neck on those slopes to bring you back again."
A hand was laid on her arm and she swung around. It was Lennie.
"Come on. There's a lovely hot toddy waiting for you by the lovely blazing fire."
He pulled gently on her arm as she stood there, undecided what to do.
Then she shrugged.
No matter what happened, she still had to face Ronald and Lennie and Elaine. After all, she wasn't an idiot, and running away never solved problems.
She walked with Lennie up to the lodge.
The manager, with Marie Cullom were milling around near the door of the lounge.
"Ahh, there she is, our ski bunny. Do you realize, young lady, that you just broke the record of runs completed in one day?"
Laurie smiled in spite of herself.
"You're quite a skier, I understand," Marie Cullom said, smiling at the young girl who was still grinning with the scattered applause she was getting from the manager's remark. N
Then the woman frowned.
"You look familiar," she said.
"Yes. You were sitting in a booth with me at a coffee shop last September. As a matter-of-fact, you were reading a magazine which gave me the idea to come here," Laurie said, shaking hands with the woman.
She talked-with her for a while, and then joined the rest of the skiers who were now watching the first thick, wet flakes falling.
"Damn!" someone muttered. "It's going to be a wet one!"
"Well, maybe it will change," someone else suggested.
"Laurie?"
Laurie turned, to see Elaine looking at her, rather timidly. She was holding out a steaming cup for her friend.
"Thanks," Laurie said, smiling wanly at Elaine.
"Gee, I didn't see you all day, and then I saw you slaloming down a trail like a madwoman," Elaine said, looking for a way to warm up Laurie. "You were really in great form today!"
"Thanks," Laurie said.
"Listen," Elaine said, stumbling over her words, "Unh, about last night. . . "
"Forget it, Elaine. That's the name of the game, I guess."
"Well, I certainly didn't ask Lennie to join. He did that himself."
"It's all right, Elaine. Forget it."
"Hey, Elaine!" Tad hollered from the other end of the room, "come on! We're going to the game room to play strip poker!"
At that remark, several other laughing skiers followed Elaine to the game room, while Laurie stood by the plate glass window, staring out at the obscured but still beautiful vista.
"Nice view, huh?"
She turned to contemplate Lennie, gravely. "Yes," she replied. "Who is he."
"Who?"
"That guy who was fucking Elaine last night when I walked in on them?" Laurie shrugged.
"He sure seemed to care for you." Laurie smirked.
"Some caring! He used to follow me around to ski resorts because I wasn't interested in anything else. This time he went to Europe, and I see him fucking my best friend."
"Well, we all get stuck in corners eventually, if we don't look where we're going."
"True."
Laurie went to a couch and sat down, nursing her hot toddy.
The juke box was blaring in another large room, and a lot of the skiers were dancing. In a dark corner of the lounge, all by themselves, a couple was necking heavily, the man's hand on the girl's breast.
They sat there silently for a while, Laurie lost in her thoughts, Lennie contemplating her. "Laurie?"
Laurie turned around at the sound of the familiar voice.
"Hello, Ronnie," she said, quietly, her face expressionless.
"I'd like to talk to you for a moment."
Laurie didn't respond, and Ronald looked straight at Lennie.
"Alone," he said.
Lennie laughed and stood up.
"I think I'll go down to the game room and see how the game of strip poker is progressing."
He sauntered off, leaving Laurie feeling as if she had been abandoned on a desert island.
Ronald sat down beside her, his thigh so close to hers, she could feel,the warmth of it.
"I'm sorry about last night, Laurie."
"Why? I don't have any strings attached to you. You can come and go as you please."
"Laurie," Ronald exclaimed with a note of aggravation in his voice, "that's certainly not the way I wanted it!"
"What?"
Laurie rounded on him, her eyes wide.
"If you'd spend a little time listening to topics of conversation other than skiing, you might have caught the drift of my conversation."
Laurie grinned ruefully. "Sorry," she said.
Ronald sat back, frowning, and sipped his drink with a gesture which indicated some degree of aggressiveness.
"How was Europe?"
"Nice. You should try it somewhere-away from the ski resorts."
"I intend to."
"Oh? Since when?"
"Maybe I'll write a book," Laurie said, twirling her cup around on the glass-topped table in front of the couch, her cleavage showing through the V-necked sweater she was wearing as she bent over, resting her elbows on her knees.
"About skiing, of course."
"Sort of. Maybe I'll call it 'Zen and the Art of Skiing', "
It was Ronald's turn to smirk.
"You never did read the one on motorcycle maintenance which I gave you."
"That's because after page four it wasn't about what the title was all about," she quipped. "But I think I'll be able to get through it when I get home."
"That might be nice."
"Because skiing to me wasn't all that skiing was."
"Was?" Ronald asked.
"Was," Laurie said. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I love it, love it, love it! But there are other things in life, and I've just turned skiing into one big treasure chest, and dumped everything else in my life into it."
"Now this sounds like an interesting conversation for a change," Ronald said, grinning.
The bell sounded for dinner.
"Sit with me for dinner?" Ronald asked, getting up.
"Aren't you with that lady?"
"I'm that lady's guest. I wangled an invitation because I decided to give you one more try."
"Me?"
"Laurie, you're hopeless! After two years of going together, do you think it's that easy to give you up?"
"Ronald, do you love me?" Laurie asked, taking the bull by the horns.
"Yes, dammit! And it's taken you almost a year to discover that! Why the hell would I shadow you to your ski resorts, and give up a lot of what I loved, just to be with you."
"I don't know-at least, I didn't!"
"Come on. Let's talk about it."
They sat down at a quiet table near a window, and Lennie walked up to them, spotting them as he came into the massive dining room.
"Shouldn't have left you alone with him," he said wryly.
"Ronald, I'd like you to meet Lennie. He's a very nice and interesting guy."
Ronald rose, and shook hands cordially with the tall handsome stud.
"I'm glad to meet you, nice guy," he said.
"See you later?" Lennie asked, looking at Laurie.
"I guess so."
"We'll see," Ronald said.
As it turned out, Lennie didn't see Laurie later. Ronnie took Laurie home with him, because he had to go to work, and Laurie still had a full week of her vacation left.
They talked about everything in the week that followed, except skiing, and by the time Elaine came back, their wedding plans were pretty well solidified.
"I want you for maid of honor," Laurie said, as the two met for drinks on Elaine's first day back.
"That's nice," Elaine said, with a definite look of relief on her face. "What do you want me to wear?"
"Oh, just something you like that's pretty," Laurie said.
"Let's go bar-hopping tonight and celebrate," Elaine suggested.
Laurie smiled at her.
"I am celebrating tonight-quietly with Ronald. We're going to dinner and then to the opera."
"Yecch!" Elaine expostulated. Laurie laughed.
"It's fun, Elaine, honest to God it is!"
Laurie went back to her apartment, She had already found a sublessee for it. She was going to move in with Ronnie after the wedding, since his apartment was much larger, and well decorated.
Ronnie was waiting for her.
He pulled her into his arms, and kissed her.
"I missed you. I thought I'd have to go down to The Alps bar and pull you out of there."
"No, I just had a quick drink with Elaine. She's going to be my witness. Who's yours?" Ronnie grinned. "I asked Lennie."
"Ronald! You didn't!"
"Why not? He kept you on ice until I could get to you."
Laurie threw her arms around Ronald's neck, and pressed her muff against his bulging crotch.
"I love you, you know that?" she grinned. "Prove it," Ronald said, his voice husky with desire.
"That's easy," she said, as She fumbled with his zipper.
Before long, the young couple were writhing on Laurie's couch.
Ronnie was lying on top of her, his prick slithering in and out of her hot little pussy.
Laurie bent her knees up, to make his humping motions easier, smoother, in her well-greased twat. She felt his cock head rummaging around in the depths of her pussy, and she moaned.
Her body quivered with hot delight, as she lost herself in the hot fucking of her husband-to-be.
"Ohh!" she moaned, bringing her arms up and wrapping them around Ronald's sweating neck.
She closed her eyes, and surrendered to the hot kiss which Ronnie gave her. She felt his tongue insinuating itself into her mouth, and she sucked on it, hungrily, her body quivering under Ronald's sweating body, as his cock slammed into her pussy harder and faster.
"Oh, Ronnie, Ronnie!" she gasped, feeling the first hot pin pricks of her orgasm tingling in the depths of her pussy.
Her juices gushed out of her well-stuffed snatch, as she humped up against Ronald's hard-driving dork.
He lunged into her tight little tunnel of lust over and over again, and his balls, seething with a heavy load of man juice, slapped noisily against her quivering ass cheeks.
She felt her juices trickling in a slimy tide down her ass crack, making a pool on the cushions beneath her humping, quivering ass cheeks.
Her orgasm mounted upward, as Ronald's prick pillaged her pussy. She pressed her head backward against the cushions of the couch and her mouth opened in a soundless scream of ecstasy, as the convulsions started deep in her pussy, spreading outward in concentric waves until her whole body shuddered with hot delight.
"Ahh!" she gasped, as she felt Ronald's come slit explode with a seething geyser of his manly juices.
She threw her legs up in the air, and wrapped them around his hard-humping, sweating waist, as he lunged into her, each inward plunge spewing more of his scum into her hot, quivering quim.
There was more to life than sex and skiing, and Laurie was beginning to learn just how varied the world was.
But still, Ronald was a very sexy man, and Laurie was a very sexy woman, and she had no intention of depriving herself of any of the good things in life.
