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From: "Maxtoby Bluette" <maxtoby@hotmail.com>
Subject: Liona's ski holiday (light drug, bond, dom)
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Well here it is my first erotic story.     I don’t care what happens to 
it so long as no-one makes money or personal gain from it.    It is of 
course fiction.      Feedback would be welcome – to  maxtoby@hotmail.com
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I want to tell you what happened a few years ago when Steve (my husband) 
and I 
went skiing in Europe.   We had been married five years  (I was 22 and 
he was 30) 
and until our holiday he was the only man I had ever been with.   Not 
because of 
any lack of offers.   I was voted “sexiest girl of the year” at  in rag 
week at college and I often get guys looking me up and down.
 
No, I guess my shyness and innocence - naivety or stupidity some might 
say - come 
from my strict, sheltered upbringing.   My parent wouldn’t let me out 
after nine 
unless it was a church meeting and maybe that’s why I wanted to get 
married so soon 
after I was 18.       I had known Steve a few years – his parent were 
quite rich but 
went to the same church as mine which was where we met.     I assumed he 
was as 
innocent as me although this proved not to be the case.     He only went 
to church in 
sufferance.     When I married I was an innocent 18 year old tee-total 
virgin and was 
looking forward to my role of being a “good” wife for Steve and keeping 
him happy.    
Although I didn’t know quite what this was going to mean.

I loved Steve when we married and I love him now,  but boy has he opened 
my eyes. 
At first sex was difficult as Steve expected me to do things like wear 
sexy negligees, 
get stoned with him and suck his cock.    But when I saw how much all 
this turned 
him on I slowly changed my mind and anyway I knew what my duty was.     
I still 
remember the first time he forced his cock up my rear.

Anyway back to my story.    We stayed in a ski lodge which had a private 
sauna up in 
the woods at the back.     It was seldom used apparently, except by a 
few staff,  but it 
was available to residents at 7 o’clock - after the staff  had used it.  

Now I’d never had a sauna but Steve said they were great and persuaded 
me to give 
it a try.     I was rather anxious when he said we had to go naked 
because since 
puberty no one had ever seen me naked except him.    But he said nudity 
was normal 
in saunas and anyway we would be alone.    So in the end I agreed.

The next evening, having spent a day on the ski slopes,  we walked up 
the path into 
the wood until we found the cabin  beside a  mountain river which fed 
the plunge 
pool.    It was dark and chilly by this time but inside it was really 
warm  and cosy.     
We undressed in the anti-chamber besides the plunge pool.      Suddenly 
I wanted to 
keep my bra and knickers on but Steve wouldn’t let me.      My firm 
breasts bounced 
free and after I had removed my knickers I stood there feeling a little 
strange.   
Nudity is not something I have done much of.  

Then we went into the sauna proper and I was met by a wave of heat.   
The cabin 
was lined with wood and had benches all around the walls with one which 
stuck out 
into the middle of the small room.   The light was gloomy and I sat down 
in the heat 
while Steve adjusted the controls.     We had been there maybe ten 
minutes and I was 
starting to relax when suddenly the door opened and this guy walked in.

I sat up shocked and was about to cover my nakedness when I realised 
both the 
futility of  this which would only draw attention to my embarrassment 
but also that 
he,  the guy,  was also totally naked.   Bold as brass he just sat down 
opposite me and 
said “Hi”.
I was shocked and felt myself go red, but he was so casual I just sat 
their trying to 
suppress my embarrassment and the urge to run for my clothes.    Then 
Steve said 
something and they started chatting.

I just sat there.   Looking at the guy.    

He was around thirty I guess, ruggedly handsome with a muscular torso 
but I found 
my eyes torn to his cock.    I couldn’t take my eyes off it.    It 
looked  massive lying 
across his thigh - maybe 5 or 6 inches long as it lay there.   This was 
at least twice the 
size of Steve.    I was holding my breath just looking at it and had to 
force myself to 
breath.      Then I realised that Steve had just introduced me to him – 
his name was 
John -  and he was extending his hand to me.    I shock it and felt a 
tingle run down 
my body.   His limp cock was foot or so away and I could not look him in 
the eye.   I 
tried to join the conversation and after a few minutes I relaxed a bit,  
but my eyes 
kept on being drawn to look at his cock and had to force myself to look 
away.    I 
just couldn’t believe we were all have a normal conversation about the 
skiing.

Then the door opened again and a second guy came in.    He too was 
completely 
naked.     He paused to say “Hi” to the other guy and his cock hung 
right before my 
eyes.    My heart pounded - I had just seen two new cocks in 10 minutes.
The new 
guy was introduced – his name was Andy - and we chatted for some time 
before 
Steve said we had to go as it was my first time in a sauna.     

That evening Steve was really turned on and when I asked why he said it 
was the 
thought of me going into the sauna naked with those two guys looking at 
me.   He 
asked if I had compared him to John and Andy and I lied and said I 
hadn’t.    Until 
that day it had never occurred to me to compare Steve to another man.

We made love three or four times that night and at one point Steve 
asked,  “You 
want a big prick, don’t you?”
At first I ignored the question but then he asked again, and again as he 
pumped  
himself inside me and eventually I couldn’t help it and  shouted out,  
“Oh yes, give 
me a great big cock.”
And at this Steve came almost at once,  pumping more cum into me.

The next evening Steve wanted to go for another sauna and eventually - 
after he had 
given me a stiff whisky - I relented because it was so clearly what he 
wanted.   I felt a 
bit strange as I undressed.    Being exposed to John and Andy the 
previous night had 
been unforeseen but this night it seemed as if Steve was willing it to 
happen again.     
He said it wouldn’t but I was nervous, excited and worried in equal 
measure.

They didn’t turn up and so after a while Steve started gently massaging 
me.  
Maybe it was the whisky or the heat and dim light,  but in the hot cosy 
space I found 
it all so erotic and got really turned on.    Steve  seemed to go so 
slowly and 
sensuously that when he started caressing my breasts they where already 
firm and 
heavy - my nipples hard and taut.      I was breathing hard as Steve 
lowered his hands 
to my thighs and parted my legs.      He spread them wide and a few 
moments later he 
had two fingers inside me and I was moaning and gripping the bench with 
my hands.   
He was just lowering his head to kiss me there when we heard a noise 
from the anti 
room and I had only just sat up when Andy and John walked in, completely 
naked as 
the previous evening.

We struggled to appear relaxed and normal but they didn’t appear to 
notice anything 
amiss and just sat down.   Steve was lying face down to hide his 
erection but  soon 
they where chatting away again leaving me to douse  my arousal as best I 
could.      
John was telling us about saunas and how some people use birch twigs and 
scented 
oils.   There was a selection on a high shelf,  but all the time I was 
still turned on like 
crazy and my eyes kept on being drawn to their cocks.   Steve was right.  
He was 
small compared to them.      As I have said John’s was well over twice 
the size of  
Steve’s  - but Andy’s was even bigger.   I could still feel where 
Steve’s fingers and 
been inside me and it all made my head swirl.

Back in our room we had wild sex and again Steve was really turned on.
Again he 
made me tell him that I wanted a big prick.   He kept asking me which of 
the two 
guys I most fancied and eventually I said Andy and then he made me call 
out,  “I 
want your cock Andy” as he fucked me.     I felt a bit bad doing this 
because in truth 
the idea did turn me on and I felt guilty - I mean I wanted to be 
faithful to Steve.   
 But when my orgasm came I cried out “I want your big cock, Andy”,  and 
I was 
thinking of Andy’s cock,  hard and erect,  being held tightly in my 
small hands.


It was over a week later, on the last day of our holiday, that we went 
for our next 
sauna.   It was much later in the evening as we had spent some time in 
the bar at the 
bottom of the ski lift.       Steve had plied me with drinks because it 
was our last 
evening  and I was decidedly tipsy.      I didn’t even know we were 
going for a sauna 
until we arrived at the cabin in the pitch dark.      To start with I 
just wanted to go 
back to our room but Steve insisted and as soon as we were inside he 
started 
undressing me.       I was giggling as he removed my snow boots but when 
he started 
on my ski suit the energy changed.    I wasn’t wearing much under my ski 
suit and as 
he pulled it off my shoulders he started getting all amorous.       I 
was standing there 
with in bra and knickers with the suit around my ankles and Steve  
running his hands 
over me and pulling me against him.

When I’m drunk Steve can get me turned on real easy and I guessed he 
wanted to get 
all sexy like last time before we were interrupted.    I didn’t really 
think about it as I 
was too drunk.    I just went along and anyway he made me feel so good.

As I said,  Steve knows how to turn me on and it wasn’t long before  we 
were at it.   
  I was naked, my thighs apart and stroking his prick – wanting him 
inside me when 
suddenly the buzzer on the heater went off to say the money had run out 
and Steve 
insisted on going back to the hotel to get some change.     I was too 
drunk to be as 
annoyed  as I would have been usually and it felt strange at first, 
lying there naked,  
aroused and alone.    But after awhile I relaxed.   It was hot and cosy 
and I kept 
playing with myself to keep me aroused for when Steve came back.

It was delicious lying there in the heat playing with myself but then I 
heard a noise 
and suddenly John and Andy walked in.       Luckily I had stopped 
masturbating  but 
it was still a shock as I forced myself to behave normally and chat with 
them.    I was 
cursing Steve for getting me in the situation  especially when they said 
they passed 
him on the path.    Apparently Steve said he would be some time but I 
should wait for 
him in the sauna.   

It felt really strange sitting and talking with them both while I was 
all aroused and 
dizzy from the drink. .   I could feel the heat between my legs and the 
memory of 
Steve’s fingers being inside me.    I just kept on telling myself that 
saunas and nudity 
was a normal part of the culture.  Normal. Nothing to worry about.

I was sitting opposite Andy and John but I couldn’t look them in the eye 
and 
struggled not to stare at their cocks.    John’s was big - maybe twice 
the size of 
Steve.    But Andy was massive - twice the size of John as I compared 
them side by 
side.

John suggested they showed me how the oils and birch twigs were used and 
I jumped 
at a chance of a distraction for my arousal – a chance to think about 
something else.    
John went out and returned seconds later with a box and  a joint.       
He lit the joint,  
passed it to me then started getting things out of the box:  a bowl into 
which he 
poured some oil from a bottle and some smaller bottles of scent.    I 
remember asking 
myself if I should smoke the joint but it would have been rude to 
decline so I took a 
few drags and it was only later that I  realised how strong it was.   
John asked Andy 
to hold the bowl over the brazier to warm and when I passed back the 
joint they both 
declined saying they would later.      So I had a few more drags and 
before I knew it I 
was really stoned and feeling ever so spaced out.     

But I was still feeling randy and I must have been staring at Andy’s 
cock because he 
interrupted my thoughts by asking,  “I notice you keep looking at my 
prick.     Do 
you like it.    I’m bigger than your husband, aren’t I?”

My heart leapt at this.   “No, no, I’m sorry,”  I mumbled slowly - all 
confused,  “It’s 
just that I haven’t seen another man before.”     As soon as I said it I 
wondered if it 
was a stupid thing to say.

Andy  slowly stood up so his fat cock was hanging right in front of me.
“That’s 
OK” he said,  “you can take a closer look if you like.”  and he moved 
forward so his 
cock was only inches away from my face.        

I gaped at his heavy cock hanging massively fat in front of me.    I was 
entranced by 
it.  I could see the veins which appeared to throb.     Andy moved 
closer and I 
instinctively moved back but Andy rested a hand on my head stopping my 
retreat.   
  Gently he pulled my head forward.    It felt just like what Steve does 
when he wants 
me to suck his cock and I was so aroused and stoned I nearly did.      I 
tilted my head 
and opened my mouth to accept his swelling meat,  and it was only when I 
reached 
out to hold  his cock steady that I realised what I was doing.       As 
I touched it, it 
seemed to pulse and twitch in my grasp and I gasped at the energy it 
seemed to have.   
 One hand was too small to hold him so I used both and  I could feel him 
start to 
swell and harden.     

Then I came to my senses.    “No,” I mumbled, more to myself than him 
and pushed 
his  cock away realising with horror what I had been about to do.    I 
felt suddenly 
over-awed by its size and strength.

John was saying something but I was hardly listening.    He was ready to 
show me 
how they used the oils in a sauna and wanted me to lie down.       I  
had already 
agreed I suppose.     Anyway,  John  gently pushed me back until I was 
lying on the 
bench.     Even then I was so delirious and stoned that I didn’t think 
they might rape 
me or anything.     I had it in my head that this was a normal behaviour 
which I was 
not used to - and I just had to ignore my arousal and behave as if 
everything was 
normal.

Andy started massaging oil into my calf muscles.        John was sitting 
at my head – 
his feet either side of the bench and started gently massaging my 
forehead.       I had 
my legs tightly closed and my hands over my breasts to protect my 
modesty as I lay 
there  but even my own hands on my hard nipples sent delicious 
sensations through 
me.      

Andy’s hands slid over my waist and up to my stomach.  I felt the oil 
trickle into my 
belly button and was moaning softly to myself as his strong hands spread 
the oil 
around my waist.    His hands felt so commanding and sure.    John 
lifted a hand off 
my breast.     It was as if he did it in slow motion and I wondered why 
I did not stop 
him.    But somehow I couldn’t.    And  as he started massaging my palm 
all I could 
think of was my firm aching breast, large and round exposed  to them 
both  and 
hoped they wouldn’t notice how hard the nipple was.         

Andy’s large hands were virtually encircling my waist and a couple of 
times his hands 
slid under my buttocks and I was bodily lifted off the bench as if I was 
a feather.      
His hands went down my thighs and he gently tried to part my legs but I 
held them 
firmly together.

John had finished massaging my hand and  stretched it above my head.   
He sat on it 
pinning my arm to the bench with the weight of his thighs.     Then he 
reached for my 
other hand and lifted it  away from my other breasts which were now both 
naked to 
their gaze.    He started massaging my palm.     I didn’t know what to 
do.

Andy stood astride the bench and as he moved up my body his prick came 
into view 
over my breasts.    I gasped aloud.    My breathing was all ragged now.  
His cock was 
now hard and erect, waving before him.    And if it was large when soft 
it was 
massive now hard.    It must have been the size of a cucumber waving in 
front of him.
    Then his hands where on my breasts - squeezing and pushing them at 
his whim.   I 
couldn’t help moaning as my body responded to his touch and arched 
upwards 
towards him.    I tried to cover myself but John held my hands firmly 
above my head.    

Andy’s large hands found my nipples and he was pulling and squeezing  
and caressing 
my breasts and I was crying,  “No,  Please leave me”,  between gasped 
breaths but 
they ignored me.

He pressed his prick between my breasts and he felt so hard and hot.
Stepping 
back he ran his cock over my body until it nestled  in the valley of my 
thighs.      Then 
he was pushing it between my legs and although I held my thighs tightly 
closed I 
could feel his bulbous tip closing in on my clitoris.     I knew that 
once he found my 
clit I would not be able to stop him but I had no strength to stop him.

Then suddenly I managed to free my hands and I tried to get up.     
John, at my head 
stopped me but I twisted myself so I was lying on my front.

John and Andy where more insistent now, their hands holding me down on 
the bench.      
  I looked up and saw that John, straddling the bench also had a stiff 
cock poking 
towards me.        Andy was doing something behind me but I couldn’t 
work out 
what.     Then he pulled my knees apart and I realised he had somehow 
tied the other 
one to the bench.

I felt my thighs slowly opening.     There was nothing I could do.   
Wider and wider 
he forced my thighs.   So wide that I had to raise my buttocks to ease 
the pain on my 
muscles.      Having opened my thighs he tied my  leg to the bench with 
some strip of 
cloth around my knee.

I could feel his gaze on my wet, hot snatch and is hands roamed my 
thighs and 
buttocks.        He was fingering my clit and I was moaning 
uncontrollably.          I had 
given up pleading for them to stop. 

I felt the tip of his cock press against my labia and I remembered how 
big his cock 
was.      I remembered the power it seemed to have when I touched it and 
I 
remembered crying out Andy’s name when Steve was fucking me.       I 
felt suddenly 
awed and powerless as if this cock was commanding and controlling me. 

I felt him push and the massive bulbous head slid inside me.   “Oh, Oh, 
Oh my god,”  
I moaned as he opened me up.    I didn’t know I could ever feel so full.
Then he 
pushed again and more of his length pushed up inside me.      

When he started fucking me, with deep strokes I came with a massive 
orgasm that 
rocked me.   It seemed to go on for ages and Andy carried on fucking me.
He 
pulled my buttock up so I was kneeing on the bench.     John, still 
holding my 
shoulders down let me raise myself and then slide in closer and pressed 
my mouth 
down on to his cock.         I don’t know what happened to me but all of 
a sudden I 
was pushing my arse up so Andy could slam his fucking dick into me and I 
was 
sucking and slobbering on John cock, letting him thrust it into my 
stretched mouth so 
I could feel it tickling my throat and nearly making me gag. 

I forget most of the rest.      They untied my legs and carried of 
fucking me.   I 
wanted it.   Or at least a bit of me did.     I wanted the sensation of 
being completely 
filled and dominated by a massive erection.     

When finally they left,   I said a reluctant farewell to there cocks.     
I stayed in the 
sauna some time before showering and returning to the hotel.     I found 
Steve in 
our room drunk and snoring like a pig.     In the morning we left for 
home and I have 
never spoken to Steve about that evening.     I sometimes wonder if he 
set me up,  
but I decided it was better that I don’t know.    I often thought  about 
being fucked 
by a big cock again but I knew I would never do anything about it.     
You see,  I still 
love Steve.

But then, just recently something  happened and I now realise that I 
have a thing 
about big pricks but I’ll tell you about that another time.



 




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