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Early morning. A large, comfortable room in a ski lodge somewhere north of Calgary. I was lying on my back on the king-sized bed in my undershorts, still stretching the sleep out of my joints. Pat and Julie Allen were clattering around in the bathroom. Then Pat came out, stark naked, and stretched out casually on the bed next to me. I admired her lazily. Her friend Julie was still in the bathroom, doing something with a candle. "So," came her voice, "from the sounds that came through the wall last night, it sounds as though you and Daphne had quite a date!" I grinned.

"From the sights that we saw through the peephole in the wall just before that, it looks like you two did, also!" I rolled halfway over toward Pat, and took her left breast in my hand. I kissed the nipple, and ran my tongue over the hot sweet skin around it. She sighed and smiled. "OK," said Julie, "give us the details." I told the girls how Daphne Bouchard and I had watched them making love through the peephole, Pat stretched naked on the bed, eighteen-year-old Julie crouched between her legs, eating her.

"She had already taken off her panties, just to break the ice," I said, "and we were about to get very serious on the couch when we were distracted by all your moaning. She seemed to enjoy the view through the wall very much." I had entered Daphne from behind as we watched Pat's orgasm together, and then she had mounted me on the rug, and ridden me to a breathtaking climax. As I told them about it, I ran my hands over Pat's lush body. I stroked her thighs, and she raised one knee, allowing my fingers to explore her pussy. Gently and slowly, I rubbed her mons and the hood of her clit. She closed her eyes and, drawing my face to hers with one hand, kissed me long and luxuriously on the mouth. Our tongues played together as I slipped one finger into her slit.

Julie came out of the bathroom, wearing a short blue terry robe that barely covered her ass. "Hey, you're interrupting the story!" she complained, flopping down on the foot of the bed, and stroking my balls and erect cock through my shorts. I pulled myself away from Pat's bewitching mouth. "That's about all there is to it," I said, "if you happened to be staring through the peephole after Pat came, you saw all the rest." As Pat rolled me onto my back, Julie slid my undershorts off, and took my penis in her hands. "She wasn't outraged about us screwing?" Pat asked, as she swung her body over me. She slid her knees over my shoulders, straddling my neck, and burying my face in her wet crotch. Julie slid her mouth around my cock, and began to suck. "No, it seemed to turn her on, really," I said, lapping at Pat's wide open pussy, "although she did say that you were 'not propair'". I licked and kissed her clit, and she leaned back on her arms, closing her eyes. Her breasts pointed magnificently at the ceiling.

"So, she deserves a chance to broaden her outlook," said Pat. The girls were both enamored of Daphne, but so far the lovely Frenchwoman clearly thought of other women as potential friends, but not potential lovers. "Absolutely," agreed Julie, sliding my cock out of her mouth. I gasped in pleasure, and thrust my tongue deep into Pat's cunt, massaging her swollen clit with two fingers. Julie hiked her robe up above her hips and mounted me, guiding my shaft into her with one small soft hand. Then she leaned forward, putting her arms around from behind, gently cupping Pat's breasts in her hands, and whispering in her ear. I began to thrust slowly in and out of Julie, and she gasped amid her whispers. Both girls' hips rocked maddeningly back and forth, as I fucked Pat with my tongue, and Julie with my throbbing cock. We all groaned in unison. Pat licked her lips as Julie squeezed her tits, rolling the nipples between her fingers. After that, no one talked for some time, although there was quite a bit of moaning, and Julie screamed three or four times.

By the time we got out of bed again and cleaned each other up, it was after nine. Fortunately, Daphne had slept late, and she was still in her room when we came calling. She welcomed us in, kissing me warmly, and smiling at Pat and Julie. Although I now knew her intimately, I found myself freshly amazed by her. Her rich mahogany-brown skin shone in the early sunlight, her long black hair flowed around her like a cloak. Her big round breasts filled her sweater marvelously. The Allens are fine-looking women, but Daphne is a living wet-dream.

We all had a cup of coffee in Daphne's room, and then agreed that with the snow the night before, this would be a good day to do some skiing. The slopes were fast and fresh, the air sunny and cold. The four of us spent the day on the mountain, eating lunch on the peak, laughing and singing on the lifts, and trying to avoid frostbite when the wind picked up. We had dinner together in the lodge dining room. After dinner, Daphne hugged the girls fondly good-night, and she and I went back to my room. We rested, listened to music, and fucked enthusiastially for two or three hours.

In the middle of the night, I woke up, sensing that she was also awake. "Did you have a good time today?" I asked. "Oh, oui," she answered. "Your Pat and Zhulie are so sweet. Most women are the bitch sometime, you know, but them I think are real friends." I nodded, gently running my hand over her bare flank there in the darkness. I could well imagine that many women would find it hard not to resent Daphne's incredible looks. Daphne moved in my arms, stroking my chest, my stomach, and gently squeezing my cock. I kissed her long and deep under the heavy covers, and soon I was on top of her, my penis thrusting, our hips moving together, our mouths whispering urgent nothings, our breaths coming in gasps. She came for a long time.

The next day, the four of us hit the slopes again. Pat and I kept together, being the stronger skiers, and Julie and Daphne dawdled behind, laughing and gossiping down the runs, cuddled together under the blankets on the lifts. Tired and happy, we had dinner at a place halfway up to the peak, relaxing and watching a beautiful violent sunset out the big windows. Pat suggested that we all go back to their room to wash and change, and Daphne agreed at once.

We let Daphne use the shower first, and when she came out in a robe borrowed from Pat, all three of us whistled appreciatively. She stuck out her tongue, and curled up on a couch with a book. Eventually, we were all showered, lounging around in bathrobes and listening to Brian Eno on the stereo. "God, exercise makes me horny!" announced Pat, stretching dramatically out on the bed. This turned the conversation immediately to sex. As we all talked and laughed about favorite sex-symbols, really bad lovers, and unique necking spots, the atmosphere became slowly charged. Sexual tension hung in the room like a mist. Daphne seemed nervous, but also excited; at once uncertain, and comfortable that she was among friends. She let the robe work itself slightly open; her long brown legs and the inner slopes of her big heavy breasts shone in the soft light. Julie sat beside her on the couch, and their eyes met now and then, in looks that became gradually deeper and more serious.

Pat, of course, was the one to turn up the heat. Without missing a word of the conversation, she walked over and sat down in my lap. The feel of her ass against my cock through our robes was heavenly. I put my arms around her and crushed her lips with mine. Her tongue probed my mouth, and I groaned, taking her head in my hands and kissing her deeply. Julie purred with pleasure, and grinned at Daphne, who licked her full dark lips and smiled back. Pat opened my robe and pushed it off my shoulders, pressing her hands against my chest as I kissed her ears and neck. Then I had her robe open, and her big breasts in my hands. I squeezed and licked them, sucking on the erect nipples and kissing the hot skin. Pat moaned and closed her eyes.

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"God, they make me hot!" breathed Julie. Daphne nodded; she was watching us with eager eyes, and squirming in her robe. "If you want to do something, don't be shy," Julie assured her. Daphne considered for a moment, then nodded. She slipped her robe open, revealing the lush curves of her body, her big round breasts, the dark triangle of her pussy. She ran her hands over herself, pinching her own nipples, and then stroking her cunt, her thighs spread apart, her eyes still on Pat and me moaning on the bed. Julie began to breath faster, watching Daphne masturbate.

Pat rose from my lap and shrugged off her robe. She knelt on the floor in front of me, and opened my robe all the way. My cock, erect and throbbing, waved in her face, and she took it in her hands, gently stroking my balls and the thin sensitive skin of the shaft. I gasped. Daphne spread her thighs farther apart, and ran her forefinger up and down over her clit, her mouth open and wet, as she watched Pat caress my stiff cock.

Julie gently touched Daphne's shoulder. "Would you like me to help?" she asked. Daphne's eyes closed in delight, and she whispered "Oui." Julie's eyes sparkled, and she very softly and delicately kissed the excited Frenchwoman on the mouth. Daphne moaned with pleasure, and taking her hands from her cunt, pulled Julie to her. Julie's robe came off, and the two women pressed their bodies together in a long soul kiss.

Pat held the base of my cock in one hand, and slid her full soft lips up and down, until my erection was rock-hard and aching. Then she rose onto the bed and kissed my mouth; I ran my hands eagerly over her body, and ground my palm in between her widely-spread thighs. She groaned and pushed me back on the bed, licking my chest and kissing my nipples as she mounted me. On the couch, Julie slid down Daphne's lush panting body, kissing her breasts, kneading her thighs, and giving little cries of hungry pleasure as she brought Daphne closer to orgasm. As Pat rode slowly up and down on my shaft, I saw Julie begin to lick and kiss Daphne's thighs, and spread open her beautiful black-haired cunt. As Pat and I moaned, moving together on the bed, Daphne gasped in pleasure, whispering "Oh, cherie, oh cherie, oh oui, OUI!" Her body writhed on the couch, her hands caressing Julie's head.

Pat rode me for what seemed like days, the sweet walls of her cunt sliding impossibly slow over my painfully stiff rod. Warm fluid leaked from her pussy over my hips and balls. Her breasts jiggled as she rocked, her eyes closed, her breathing deep and concentrated. I ran my palms over the hot flesh of her sides, her hips, her stomach, the lower slopes of her heavy breasts. Her nipples were fully erect, and when I slid my fingers over them, she moaned and rocked a little faster. We were both holding back, extracting every ounce of loving pleasure our bodies could hold.

Julie and Daphne were less restrained. Daphne had come long and frantically under Julie's practiced mouth, and now she was exploring Julie's young body with her own hands and lips. Her eyes glowed with a hot fascinated joy, as she realized the raw and ultimate pleasure that she could derive from another woman. Her mouth caressed and devoured Julie's, their tongues tenderly probing each other, as her hands ran over Julie's small perfect breasts, and Julie spread her thighs and moaned far down in her throat. Julie's eyes were rolled up in their sockets as Daphne's body pressed hotly against hers; she was lost in a paradise of desire. The walls of Pat's cunt squeezed and pulled at my cock as she began to come, and I took her ass in my hands, guiding her though her orgasm, and prolonging my own pleasure. As Daphne's mouth brought Julie to a screaming climax on the couch, I let myself come, thrusting deep into Pat, penetrating her completely, filling her with cum and mercilessly fucking her as she came again in a hard vaginal orgasm that left her panting and limp on top of me as a last unbearable wave of pleasure tore the last drop of cum from my cock. Then it was quiet in the room, except for our quiet breathing and now and then a low contented moan.

Much later that night, I woke up again, burrowed under the covers between Daphne and Pat. Once again, I could tell Daphne was also awake. I whispered, "So what do you think of Pat and Julie now?" "Eh bien," she breathed back, "they are still not propair! Mais they are not bad, yes?" And I softly kissed her smiling lips, there in the winter darkness.