Mr. Estovich's Tales of Tail: Upon Snow-Capped Hills
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he wind cracked frightful whips, punishing the soft, pale skin which hid beneath the layers of Joanna's clothes. She looked off, towards the horizon, trying to make sense of a world swallowed up by whippoorwills of snow. The moisture of this place seeped through the surface of everything. She could feel it there, biting at her. A million tongues of this frozen adventure licked the nervous sweat from her dermas, pinking and prickling her everywhere.
Joanna's nipples had never been this hard, and just walking caused a biting ache in her crotch. It felt like her pussy had frozen shut.
She wiped at her goggles, trying to clear some sort of visual path. She saw her friends, maybe a few yards up. Their bodies were distorted looking, white mounds of familiarity. It was so fucking cold out here, the very atmosphere seemed to bear them all a terrible ill will.
At least it was letting up a hair. She looked up, towards the sky. The gray clouds hung there, smiling down in their disinterested way, but the snow was slowing.
"This is crazy, huh," Danny said as Joanna caught up to her.
"Yeah," she yelled. They were only a foot or two apart, but all the girls were virtually deaf from the wind. The other two had stopped walking, were looking back at them. Katie had a puss on.
Joanna didn't know how they'd all let Katie talk them into this intrepid little adventure. A week's sojourn, just the four of them… the gals. It'd be good for them, it'd be fun, what women didn't need a little girl's night out? even if that night meant camping out in the woods, amidst the snow and frigid cold.
And the night was seven days long…
"What's with the mosey?" Katie asked as Joanna and Danny caught up. "We gotta keep our pace up."
Katie was a leader by trade and birth. She just had that thing about her, that sense of the commander which caused others to roll over and expose their soft, fleshy undercarriage. She was wearing a pair of black snow-pants and a bright green jacket, zipped up with a plaid scarf around her neck. The cold had given Katie's skin some color, a nice, rosy hue. She seemed alive, healthier somehow, where Joanne just looked pale and blotchy.
Even through the heavy packaging, her massive bosom was evident. Katie was stacked, her tits branching out to some obscene letter. She swore up and down they were natural. Joanna wasn't buying it.
"I don't think it's too far away now," Katie said.
Danny and Billy nodded their consent. Those two always hung together, the twin thing, probably. It was odd, Danny and Billy would look just like each other from one angle, then one of them would turn, and the similarities would vanish like that. It didn't matter though, they were both beautiful; slimmer than Katie or Joanna, far less busty, but with an elfish sheen of sensuality.
They'd shared men… plenty of them. What kind of a gift was that for a guy? Sitting at a bar one minute, lying naked on a bed the next, two angelic replicants working their naked magic. The two of them had shared a room at the ski-lodge that first night. At breakfast the next morning, they'd giddily recounted their evening's activities. It seems they'd ordered room service, pizza and a salad or some such nonsense. When the bell-boy arrived, Billy had answered the door nude, grabbed the chap by the collar and drug him inside. The two sisters then stripped the fortunate fellow of his uniform and tossed him onto the bed.
From their description, he'd been a scrawny sort, but what he lacked in muscularity, he'd made up for in endowment. Something about the skinny boys and those plump, veiny sausages of theirs… Probably a lack of body-fat, covering it up. Who knows, maybe there's a secret John Holms hiding deep within the fleshy mass of every guy's doughy midsection.
The girls had a routine; they'd lay their toy flat on his back and Danny would creep up his legs, thighs well apart, letting the very edges of her vagina ooze along his flesh. The hair of the guy's extremities would tickle her slit as she traveled, like sensual cilia, pulling the juices from inside her and mopping them about, preparing her sex for its imminent impaling. While Danny slowly traversed the lower regions, Billy would come at him from the top, running her hairless twat over his forehead, down over his eyes and across his nose. She liked to squat at bit more at this point, feeling the man's schnoz part her lips and sneak inside of her. Her eyes would close, and she would imagine the aroma from his point, the tiny droplets of liquid musk finding their way into his nasal passages as he inhaled, partaking of her luscious quim.
They'd come together then, Danny moving the rest of the way to her patient's lap, running herself up the underside of his member, then falling, letting it slide all the way into her in one, quick motion. He'd gasp then, they always did, and Billy would take this chance to align her pussy with his open, breathing mouth, pressing down on him, forcing her inner labia to pout into his mouth.
The two girls would grind there then, Danny fucking his penis, Billy fucking his mouth, and make out above him, allowing their tongues to mingle and their breasts to graze one another as the sensations they wrung from the man took over. Men were like instruments, the thin layer between them necessary to keep their infernal conquests kosher in the eyes of God.
That night, the bell-boy had yelled out, bellowing into Billy's sex as he spurted ropes of cum into her sister's. They'd thrown him out then, tossing every stitch of clothing he had into the hallway except for his underwear. They kept those, as a trophy… they always did. The two girls would chuckle in their shared nudity, cleaning themselves with their prize. They kept all the soiled undergarments of their years, crusted over with smegma and semen and sex. A drawer in their shared apartment held their collection. Joanna remembered the one time she'd opened it by mistake and nearly threw up from the smell.
Danny had crept up behind her, reaching around to her breast and lightly putting her lips against Joanna's neck.
"Does the smell of pussy disgust you?" she'd asked. Joanna had been too shocked to answer, but thinking back, she'd have to say
yes… yes it does…
"How far are we gonna go?" Joanna asked. Katie seemed to have some sort of camp-site destination in mind, but Joanna'd be damned if she could see anything. It all looked the same to her, just an endless sea of white. Snow littered everything, the ground, the trees, the infantile mountain tops. They seemed lost somehow, upon a fathomless sea of snow-capped hills.
"Until we get there?" Katie responded.
"Where's there?" Danny asked. Katie smiled in her coquettish way.
"We'll know when we find it."
It wasn't just the twins that morning, recounting tales of hotel conquests. Katie, as always, had a story to tell.
While she admitted that the bell-boys and bartenders and what-have-you's were all attractive sorts, it wasn't her style to wander about, fucking the help. Katie tended towards meatier game.
They'd had drinks together the night before in the hotel bar. It was a nice place, all gilded lights and chandeliers with more crystal than a central-park gathering. The four of them had sat around a table, gabbing and imbibing when Katie spotted her evening's game.
A couple, smiling, drinking and eating dinner in a far corner.
It looked cozy… romantic.
The man wore a sports jacket and a nice pair of slacks. He wasn't skinny, wasn't fat, wasn't a body builder either. In fact, other than being well put together, he really wasn't anything at all.
But her… she was fantastic. A black, low cut evening gown displayed a pair of sensational breasts. A pearl necklace adorned her well-carved neck. Makeup, tasteful, nothing over-stated. The woman put her hand on her husband's, Katie could smell the matrimony between them, she had that gift. Even if she hadn't, the formidable rock on the woman's finger would have given it away.
Katie was no lip-sticker, she had no desire to taste a girl's secretions unless they were her own. No, she was a hunter… a temptress… an athlete, if you will, always looking to challenge herself on the fields of life's sensual game.
Danny had been talking when Katie reached into her handbag and pulled out her cell phone. The three girls watched as she casually slid the small device under the table, between her legs and up into her skirt. Katie never wore panties, so all three knew what it meant when they heard that fateful
click.
A few minutes later when the woman had excused herself to use the facilities, Katie wandered over, dropping her cell and a small note on the table. The man looked up at her, confused, and Katie smiled, winking once as she walked away. They all saw the look on his face when he looked at the picture she had up on the screen. They all knew what would happen later that night, when he went to the room number she'd written down.
