The Hills Are Alive : by (c) Hamilton Joyce MF We had been walking and climbing for an hour, and were still in the mixed oak and beech forests. Higher up the mountain these would become pine, and higher still open grassland with rocky outcrops. Jolyon was puffing like me, suffering from the unrelenting steepness of the path, and the weight of our packs. So we were not sorry to hear voices behind us, and to stop to let the walkers through. The path was very narrow. I was glad I had got my breath back, and did not seem so middle-aged-unfit by the time they passed us, with a cheerful greeting, before disappearing round a twist in the path ahead. 'Jesus! You see that?' 'I got a hard just looking!' 'Me, too. Lovely tits.' 'Arses! They could sit on my face.' 'Scousers! You could cut their accent with a knife! Scousers fuck like rabbits.' The girls had both been wearing tight, white t-shirts. They had sweated clambering through the airless summer forest, and the cloth had clung to their tits, revealing beautiful young breasts, nipples pert and visible. But for me, it was their legs and butts. Incongruous those heavy boots on such long, slender legs. And one of them with tight, faded blue denim jeans, cut off just below her crotch, so tight it looked as if she had been poured into them. The other, no less beautiful, in khaki combat shorts, flapping wide on her thighs. I didn't mention, they were both black. Jolyon reached out and touched my cock, through my trousers. 'A suck, Adam, to take the tension out?' 'Tonight, lover. Save our energy.' .................................................... It was nearly dusk by the time we got to our overnight campsite. The little alpine meadow had a waterfall and a stream on its southern edge, and this was why we had selected it when planning our trek. The two girls had chosen it, too, and had been there long enough to pitch their tent and even build a fire from fallen branches. What the map had not shown was that most of the meadow was boggy, with the exception of a patch of scruffy bushes, and the place the girls had chosen. They took pity on us, pacing about, trying to find a good place discretely distant from their tent. 'Hey! It's no good. You'll have to pitch beside us. It's the only place. We've been all over it. We don't mind.' We introduced ourselves. They were Charmaine and Melanie, and were indeed from Liverpool. 'When you're done, why not share our fire. But you'll need to get some more branches from those bushes.' They cooked up a stew from dried meat and vegetables, and I fried some sausages to eat with bread. We shared each other's food, and sat round the fire toasting our feet, glad to be shot of boots and socks. I pointed out the stars, Orion and the Plough, red Mars and green Venus, the Milky Way, and how to find the North Star. Jolyon told the old stories of Mars and Venus, Jupiter and Europa, Cupid and Psyche. Moths flew into the light of the fire, and fell like falling stars into the flames. Jolyon had brought some whiskey. 'Emergency rations.' He had decanted it into an old plastic bottle to save weight, and from this he poured each of us a measure into our tin mugs. His story telling went on, and eventually the bottle was empty, and he threw it into the flames. Now, I've had a lot of sex in my life, but this was perhaps the most electrifying moment. I had been sitting with my arm chastely round Mel's waist while Jolyon held us entranced in his myths. Her head was on my shoulder, plaited hair feeling odd against my skin. Then she took my hand and raised it, placing it on her breast... We kissed. Or rather she kissed me, hard, her tongue forcing between my lips. Suddenly an image went through my mind. Mel and Charme kissing passionately. Hers was a lesbian's kiss, and all the better for that! I had been feeling her breast through the thin cotton, as firm and shapely as it had seemed when she passed us on the path. Her nipple was erect under my palm. Her t-shirt had slipped out of the waistband of her shorts as we sat by the fire, and now I slipped my hand up under it, to feel the cool, smooth skin. She sighed, but more to the point, lay down backwards, me half on top, still kissing and fondling both breasts. I caressed her thigh. I found I could slide my hand up the side of her combat shorts. There was plenty of room. Satin panties over her hips. I caressed her through them. How I love satin! But naked flesh even more, and I managed to slip my hand inside the panties to feel her hips and the side of her buttocks. Now round to the front, and I realised she had shaved her mound. Her legs opened slightly as I fingered downwards to find her shaven lips. I opened them with finger and thumb. Her clit was juicy and hard. She reached and felt my cock through my shorts. 'That's nice!' she whispered. 'What? My cock or my finger?' 'Both!' She giggled, tickling my ear with her breath. You're big!' She unzipped her shorts and slipped them down, shorts and panties together. In the starlight and the red glow of the fire's embers I could see her legs, smooth and shining, and her plump cunt lips, pouting, and glossy from my fingering, her little clit peeping out, shockingly red against the ebony flesh. My turn now. I slipped my shorts down and kicked them off. I heard Charme giggle as she saw my cock waving there. Mel just grasped it in a cool, soft hand. I pulled her t-shirt up to her neck. Her tits reflected the light. 'Now!' She pulled me on top of her and I felt her legs close around my arse. 'Now!' Her arms were round my shoulders, and her tits pressed into my chest. 'Now!' My cock was pressing against her open slit. 'Now!' Suddenly my cock found her vagina as she wriggled beneath me, and as she lifted her hips to meet me it slipped into her. 'Yes!' I rested my weight on my elbows and fucked her with long, slow sweeps. I like middle-aged women for the skill and variety they bring to love. But there is nothing like the feel of a teenage cunt. So toned and muscular in its gripping, and yet so wet and smooth. I remembered a phrase of Henry Miller's, 'like dipping it in honey.' A log fell in the fire, sending a column of glowing sparks into the darkness. This may have triggered my little black girl because I felt her change beneath me. I could just see her face in the starlight. She closed her eyes, and her head was rolling side to side. I felt her coming, and she moaned and grunted her pleasure. Her fingers dug into my back almost painfully. She bit my neck. Her hips rose to meet each of the crashing blows from my belly. I speeded up and gave it to her hard and fast as she came, only returning to the long, slow thrusts as her first orgasm declined. Her fingers relaxed their grip on my shoulder muscles, and her bite became a kiss on my neck. 'That was good, Adam.' She kissed me, her hands caressing my back now. 'Not done yet, sweetie.' I have a trick, taught me by one of my mother's work-colleagues long ago when I was a teenager. It is a way to stop yourself coming. I intended to make this fuck last, both because she was worth it, and because I was certain she would come back for more if I did. It involves counting in sevens. I was on the brink of coming, but this would slow me down. One number with each thrust. In my mind, I counted. 'ninety-one, ninety-eight, one-hundred- and five, one-hundred-and twelve.' Beside us I heard Charme coming. She was more vocal than Mel. Plenty of moans and grunts, but oaths and exhortations too. And Mel was building up again. I thrust faster. Again the clawing fingers, again the moans and panting grunts. I gave her the full weight of my body this time, crushing her into the thick, soft grass. This time, as I slowed again she was silent, just kissing me passionately. Her eyes were shining in the starlight. I raised myself onto my elbows again, and kissed her right breast, licking the nipple and then sucking it. This set her off again, and she had her third orgasm. As she came, I felt a soft hand caress my butt, round each cheek, and then slipping into the crack. Charme and Jolyon had finished for now, and were joining in with us. Jolyon knelt beside, and was fondling Mel's breasts. I was on the brink of coming. This would take more radical measures! Counting in thirteens. Concentrates the mind even more. A finger was tip-tapping against my anus. A hand caressing my buttocks and hips. Mel's fingers on my back. Her hips rising to find mine. 'One-hundred and-forty-three, one-hundred and- fifty-six, one-hundred-and-sixty-nine.' She was coming again. I watched Jolyon tweaking and pulling her nipples. She screamed her pleasure this time, and it echoed like some strange creature in pain round the hills. I came, pumping into her, the strength of my pleasure the reward for my self-control. The longer the fuck, the bigger the cum! Fifth law of thermodynamics! ............................................................ Jolyon went to the girls' tent that night, and Mel joined me. 'That was fantastic, Adam. I've never come like that before.' 'We could have gone on if Charme hadn't slipped her finger into my bum!' Mel giggled. 'Naughty Charme! But I couldn't. I was done. Cooked!' 'You'd be surprised. I bet you could.' We were lying on top of the double sleeping bag, still naked, and I was enjoying the feel of her tits. It was pitch dark. 'There's only one sleeping bag!' 'Yes.' 'Does that mean....?' 'Does that mean Adam and Jolyon naked together in bed, having fun? Why, yes, Melanie.' 'What, sucking?' 'And fucking. Jolyon fucks me.' She giggled, and felt my cock. 'I'd like to see that. Charme and I do, too.' 'How long you been fucking, Mel?' 'Four years. I'm sixteen now, so it must be four. But playing with Charme since I was ten. An Auntie showed me first, and then I showed Charme. 'Same with Jolyon and me. One of my Dad's friends had me first, and then I showed Jolyon. We were about twelve, too.' 'And you been doing it ever since?' 'Mm' 'That's lovely. I like you, Mr Adam.' 'And I like you, Miss Melanie. And not just your lovely bod.' 'I like my men hard. She pressed my belly, and then felt my biceps. Yes, nice and hard. Not too muscular, but hard. Especially here.' She giggled as she rubbed her hand up and down my shaft. In the tent next door we could hear Charmaine again, but her swearing was muffled. 'They're sucking. You can hear she's got a cock in her mouth. Suck me now, Adam.' 'You want a sixty-nine, sweetie.' I was already turning round in the cramped tent. 'Mmmm' We lay side-by-side, her head resting on my thigh. I could feel her crispy hair. I nuzzled her crotch. Her lips were open. I licked, and could taste her juice and my cum. She was a skilled sucker, and tickled my balls as she gobbled at me. I licked and sucked at her clit, and as I felt her excitement rising, slipped my index finger into her cunt. She responded with the tip of a finger into my arse. I found her breast with my spare hand and tweaked and twisted a nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. I felt her grab my hair and pull my face even harder into her crotch. The taste of her cunt had now completely masked the taste of my cum. I licked frantically while she sucked me, deep in her throat with each thrust. She was moaning and panting, muffled and gurgling with my cock between her lips. I felt myself coming, and nothing would stop me now. She was coming too. As she spasmed under my tongue, cunt gripping my finger, I spurted. She swallowed without gagging. ............................................................... It was another fine day. Already it was hot inside the tent. I started to caress Mel, but she would have none of it. 'Tonight, Adam. Too much to do this morning. I hate hurried fucking!' Complaining, I pulled myself out of the tent. I could feel yesterday's climb in my calves; that is unless it was the fucking getting at my leg muscles! I made the morning trip to the bushes, and then down to the stream. Charmaine was already there, naked and lovely, covered in soap, white whirls on her ebony skin. I slipped my boots off...I too was naked... and stepped under the waterfall. I screamed. It was ice-cold. Charmaine laughed, a row of perfect white teeth. 'Can I borrow your soap?' I soaped down. 'Do my back, Adam.' I needed no second invitation. Standing knee-deep in the icy water, I soaped her back, and then her tits, un-asked. They were sharper than Mel's. More conical, and the nipples were puffy. But lovely and firm. She leaned back, and my cock, hard despite the cold water, rested between the cheeks of her arse. I soaped her cunt. She was not shaved, and her hairs were little black curls, like tiny springs. She reached behind, and soaped my cock. I made as if to penetrate her. 'Tonight, lover. I want you to do me like you did Mel last night. I heard her! Never heard anything like it. And she's got a happy grin on her face this morning. I want some of that,' We held hands under the icy waterfall while she counted to ten. Our yells of pain echoed round the hills. ............................................................................. The first half hour was a climb over short rabbit and goat-cropped grass, with rocky outcrops as if the bones of the mountain were showing through its flesh. We were four abreast, holding hands, when we reached the col. As we took the last few steps there was a sudden, heart-stopping panorama in front of us, a great half-circle of icy peaks, stretching off into the distance. That was the main range, of which our mountain was just an out-rider. The snow was permanent up there. Mel and Charme fell into each others' arms, embracing. Without thinking, I clutched Jolyon and kissed him on the lips. We stood, two couples for seconds, un-embarrassed, kissing. Through old habit, our cocks stood, pressed the one against the other. By the look of the girls, they were pretty excited too. As we walked along the ridge of the col, we could see down into the valley, perhaps six miles away. The lake at the foot was round and black, but I knew it would seem blue when we finally reached it. Jolyon pointed out the route down, through alpine meadows, pine forests, and finally the oak and beech. The path reached the lake almost beneath where we stood, though it had wound round the mountainside. Then round the lake to a place where the woods had been cleared for a settlement, long gone. There the grass sward was beside a narrow beach of white sand, with rocky ridges cutting across it. We would camp there, an easy twelve miles downhill today. ......................................................................... If anything the air was even warmer than the night before, probably because we were five thousand feet lower. We were sitting in a semi-circle, the four of us, with the glowing embers of the fire between us and the waters of the lake. A huge full moon lit the scene, and was reflected in the still waters. I had my arm around Charmaine, and was caressing one matchless breast. The skin was silky beneath my fingers, and her flesh was firm, her nipple a hard little nut. The girls had some pot, and we were passing the cigarette between us, getting mellow in my case, and giggly in the case of Charme. 'Do you think we could go to your University in a couple of years when we finish school?' 'Since I'm, Chair of the Admissions Committee I should think you stand a very good chance.' God, her tits were lovely! Mel was giggly too. 'I bet you have a lot of your students....' Jolyon answered for me. 'We manage most of the girls, and the prettiest of the boys!' 'And what would your little wives say if they knew? What would they say if they could see you now?' In the light of the moon and the glow of the fire I could see Jolyon one hand on Melanie's breast, and the other between her thighs. 'I'll tell you, Mel. Each Saturday either Pierrette... she's Adam's wife. You'd like her. She's a petite blonde. Either Pierrette or my wife Eugenie has a party for a few friends. It's more of an orgy. Anything goes. So, you see, they wouldn't mind at all.' Melanie giggled. 'Students too?' 'Only the prettiest!' 'Could We come to your parties? I'd like that!' 'You just want to be sucked off by a petite blonde! Of course you can. You'd like Eugenie too. She's Latin looking. Tits nearly as nice as yours, my little darling.' He kissed and then sucked a nipple. While the other two were talking, Charme had taken my free hand in hers and guided it to her thighs, and then onto her crotch, as she sat with her legs apart. I could feel her crispy little curls. Her cunt was warm, and felt full and plump. Her clit just peeped out between her lips, and I ran my finger down into her juicy slit. She sighed, and her legs opened just a bit more. I was rubbing her clit now, and felt her hand on my cock, rubbing the shaft. Suddenly she pushed me backwards and was on top of me, astride. I felt her grasp my cock and wipe it up and down her slit, and then the warm wetness as she lowered herself onto it. I must have worked her up close to the point of coming, because she started the commentary of oaths and panting moans that I had heard through the tent wall the night before. Then she slipped my cock out of her cunt and was shagging me up and down, my cock slipping up and down her cuntlips, between us, rubbing against her clit. I reached up with both hands, one holding each breast. 'Yes! Fuuuuck. Fuuuuuuck. Oh, shit. Aaaaah! I'm cu....Oh, lover. Yes. Like that. My tits. Yes!' I tweaked each nipple as she rode me, and she pounded my chest with her little fists. Then she collapsed on me, and I felt my cock slip into her again, felt her cunt pulsing. Her tits were nice, pressed against my own nipples. 'Jesus! I love that! I love a cock on my clit!' Beside us, Jolyon was on top of Mel, fucking her slowly and powerfully. His arse shone white in the moonlight, her legs crossed round his back, two black bars. I rolled us over, my cock still in her, and lay on top, kissing .'My turn now, sweetie. My turn on top.' Long, slow sweeps, my hair mingling with hers each time our bodies crashed together. Then, remembering how she loved her clit to be stimulated, I moved an inch or two higher up her body. Now each time I thrust, my cock ran its length against her nub. Her hips rose against me to make the friction even greater. She started to come. I pressed my lips to hers and forced my tongue into her mouth. She was bucking and wriggling under me. I felt her coming, silent with her mouth blocked by mine. I was in danger off coming, but her finger nails dug into my shoulder muscles, and then raked painfully down my back as she came. The fierce pain helped my control, and I was back to long, slow, deep sweeps when I released her mouth. 'That was....' 'Sh!' I interrupted her. 'I want you kneeling!' 'I don't....' 'Your cunt, I mean! From behind. Kneel!' I grasped her hips and pulled her back onto me. My cock slid in. 'You do your cli! You do your clit, and I'll do your tits.' Her hand was already down between her legs, and I could feel her fingers tweaking and rubbing a centimetre from my cock. I reached two arms around her, my hands beneath her, and holding her by the tits. Now I could pull her away from me, and then towards me again, using her tits. Beside us, the other two had finished, and were laying side-by-side panting. The running commentary beneath me started again, unmasked by any swallowed cock this time, and I shagged harder, making my thighs crash into her polished arse. I could feel her fingers clutching at her clit. I took one hand off a tit, and dabbled it in the mixed cum and juices. On impulse I slipped a finger into her arse. She squealed, but still her buttocks slapped back with each thrust. Then I felt a finger penetrate my arse. 'Bastard!' I roared. But the finger persisted, and I felt my arse gripped by two smooth hands. It was too much. The weight of her body on my back, breasts boring into my bleeding flesh, a tit in my hand, my finger in her arse, and a finger wanking my tender arsehole. I was coming! There was nothing I could do. I heard myself yelling, and her cries echoed over the loch as well. I heard Jolyon and his partner laughing, giggling pot-induced burbling. I collapsed onto her, my cock still up her, and was sandwiched between the two lovely girls. ........................................................ Next morning we parted, the girls on around the loch to the village bus-stop, Jolyon and I on up the mountain to our cock-filled vacation.