Mountain Bawdy

Days 1-4 Just The Beginning

This is a story about what might be the vacation I’ve ever had in my life, although I was never more wiped out afterwards.

I guess I should begin by telling you my name is Mike. I was twenty-eight and working for a large engineering firm in Denver, Colorado when this story took place. It all began when I was approached by two buddies at work. It turned out they had planned to go on a vacation with a mutual friend. He cancelled for one reason or another. They had been planning a timeshare somewhere and asked me to come along. They explained the lodge was already paid for and cost would be minimal for me. Since I had some time coming and no place to go, I said, “Sounds good to me.”

When the time came, we set out and had a fun trip. We joked and laughed all the way there. As we arrived at our destination sight, I was a bit surprised. The place seemed almost like a truck stop instead of a resort. I was soon informed this was only the check-in point. We would be driven to our accommodations by way of Hummer SUV. Once we finally got to the resort, I was almost amazed at how gorgeous the surroundings were. It was the kind of place that belonged on a postcard or something. There was a beautiful two-story log lodge overlooking a pristine lake simmering from the afternoon sun. The whole place was surrounded by huge trees. Other than the rugged logging road we had come in on, seemed to be totally secluded.

After unloading and getting squared away in our rooms, we began to check the place out a little better. We came downstairs and went to the kitchen, delighted to see the pantry was stocked with more than enough food and alcohol to supply us, and the other guests for the two weeks we were going to be staying. Across from the kitchen was a very large room, the main activity room. There was a pool table, bar, wide screen TV and another round table with chairs. There was an electronic dart board hanging on the wall to the right of the bar. Sliding glass doors dawned the wall on the other side of the room. The doors opened onto a huge deck which had a spectacular view of the lake. From this deck we could see the dock extending out onto the water and a couple of boats were there for our use. I couldn’t help but think about how much fun this vacation was going to be. Little did I know just how much fun.

The guy who had driven us up the mountain told us the other guest wouldn’t be there until the next day. We had the whole place to ourselves the first night. We grilled some steaks and frank a few brews, enjoying the peacefulness of the surroundings. After eating we decided to take one of the boats for a quick turn around the lake before the sun set. When we got back, we watched some TV and shot a few games of ‘Cut Throat’. It had been a long day and we all decided to turn in because we wanted to get an early start on hiking some of the trails the next morning. I headed for the bed and went to sleep with only the sounds of the wilderness outside my window.

Early the next morning Tom, Dave and I had a light breakfast and headed for one of the trails. From what we could see, the trails were clear enough you could tell the trail from the rest of the woods, but still pretty rough. We chose one and set out for a good morning workout. Our plan was to make if back to the cabin around midday. We would have done son if Tom hadn’t taken a wrong turn landing us on the far side of the lake. Still it was only about 1:15 when we returned. To my surprise none of the other guests had arrived yet. We had lunch and I told them I was taking a nap. My companions decided this sounded like a good idea. We all went in different directions; Tome to his room, Dave to the deck and I opted for the hammock tied between two pines. It wasn’t long, I’m sure, before the woods were filled with our snores.

I was awakened by the sound of the SUV grinding the old logging road as it neared the lodge. It eased to a stop just in front of the steps leading to the entrance. The driver jumped out and without delay opened the rear door, just like a fancy chauffeur would have done. 'Son-of-a b***h didn't treat us that way' I thought. Just then I saw why he was being such a gentleman. Sliding down, out of the Hummer was a rather hot looking woman with long firm legs. As she emerged, I could see she was a bit older than I was, but she was in very good shape. The blue jeans she wore clung to her tight form and she was wearing a plaid print shirt with the sleeves cut off and tied in the front, just above the belt line of her jeans. The shirt bulged with the swell of her full and ample breasts.

As she moved away from the opening of the door, I watched another pair of legs make their way out of the vehicle. They were bare and obviously female. It was almost as though I were watching in slow motion until her feet hit the ground. I heard a giggle, then she popped around the open door of the Hummer. What I saw was a college boy's wet dream. I guessed the girl to be somewhere in her late teens. She was blonde with an athletic build, wearing a bright pink tube top and the shortest, tightest pair of denim cut-offs I think I've ever seen...in public at least.

As they moved around the SUV and toward the steps, I noticed two more men and another woman had exited the vehicle. I wondered for a moment if they were all one party or not, but then my attention was again drawn to the cute little blonde as she began to climb the steps leading to the cabin. Her tight ass wiggled seductively as she took each step, the curve of her bare cheeks clearly visible below the frayed denim. It was quite a sweet sight to wake up to.

After the blonde and her mother, as I discovered later, were in the lodge I took another look at the rest of the group that had arrived. One of the men was a rather stout looking black man in his late 20's or early 30's. He was about 6' 2" and looking he had spent considerable time in the gym. Given different circumstances, he looked like the kind of guy I wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. The other two were both white and neither of them was really remarkable in any way. They were both in their mid to late 30's and seemed like a typical suburbanite couple on vacation. The man was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt while the woman wore loose cargo shorts and an oversized khaki button up blouse. I couldn't tell much about her figure, but what I could see of her legs indicated she was fit, but not really athletic by any means.

After the luggage had all been unloaded and the Hummer began its retreat from the premises, I decided I'd go see if Tom and Dave had gotten a look at the new arrivals, especially the little blonde. I went inside after the new guests had dispersed, and made my way out onto the deck. There I found Dave still snoozing in one of the lounge chairs. I gave it a kick, startling him.

"What the hell...?" he grumbled.

"You might want to wake up," I said, "we have new guests."

Still a little peeved at my waking him, he replied "So what?"

"So nothing I guess...unless hot little blonde chicks in short tight cut-offs interest you," I smirked.

He sat bolt upright and looked at me with a big grin. "Hot huh?" he questioned.

"Yep, pretty sweet," I answered.

Just then the sliding door opened and Tom came out onto the deck. Sliding the door closed behind him, he asked, "Have you guys seen the new folks yet?"

I told him I had, but Dave had not. "You have got to check out Tiffany," he told Dave, then went on to explain he had met the first two females as he was coming down from his room. They, of course, were going to theirs. Introducing himself to them, they told him they were in fact mother and daughter. Their names were Cheryl and Tiffany. The latter being the blonde object of our excitement.

Dave didn't have to wait too long to get his first eyeful of Tiffany. Just a few minutes after Tom had come onto the deck, we heard giggles and laughter below us. The two emerged from under the deck, we watched as Cheryl and her daughter headed briskly toward the lake. Both were clad only in bikinis that were quite revealing. The three of us were instantly at the railing, ogling these fine specimens of femininity as they jiggled down the path to the dock.

I was quite impressed with Cheryl's body as she dove into the water at the end of the dock. Despite her being at least 10 to 15 years older than myself, she looked nearly as fit as her nubile young daughter. The thought of getting into an older woman's pants sent a little tingle through the pit of my stomach. Of course, the thought of getting into Tiffany's pants, providing she was of age, didn't exactly calm me down. All I knew was a chance at either one of these beauties would be sweet. Trying to keep myself from building my hopes up too much, I rationalized they were simply there for a nice quiet vacation, just like the rest of us.

The remainder of the afternoon and evening was spent getting to know the other guests a little, while trying to not be too obvious with our lustful staring at Cheryl and Tiffany. Confiding their ages Cheryl said, "I'm 41 and Tiffany's 19," and told us they were from Santa Monica, California. The black guy was a semi-pro football player named Mark and 30 years old. It was the off-season and he was just trying to "get away from it all" for a while before training began again. The other couple were Paul and Kelly. I had guessed pretty well about them. They were 38 and 34. They lived in the suburbs of Chicago. Both were successful business people and didn't seem to lead what would be considered an overly exciting lifestyle.

The next couple of days were very much the same, with folks in and out, hiking and swimming, just kind of getting to know the surroundings and each other. Tiffany and Cheryl always seemed to grab the attention when they were present. Mainly because their attire never really left much to the imagination. I even caught Kelly checking out Tiffany at one point. I wrote it off as a conservative yuppie assessing and probably degrading what was, to her, simply a blonde bimbo. As most people would have considered Tiffany, except she seemed very intelligent when you spoke with her. I classified her as a gorgeous young woman just enjoying her youth.

Day four is when this trip started to get very interesting. Tom was feeling a bit hung over (he never could hold his liquor) so Dave and I had decided to hike around the back side of the lake and do some fishing in a cove that we had seen on our boat ride the first night. We didn’t catch a thing, but the view as astonishing. Around 11:00 or so I said, "Let's go back and grab some lunch," to which Dave agreed. We began our trek back to the cabin and about half an hour later we were nearing the dock. I suddenly froze in my tracks and Dave nearly ran me over. Before he could say anything, I spun around and motioned for him to stay quiet, then pointed to what had caught my attention.

About fifty yards or so ahead I could see a pair of knees sticking up out of the tall marsh grass growing in the open areas around the lake. It was quite obvious they belonged to a female and I suspected whoever it might be was sunbathing topless. We moved off the trail and quietly up through the trees to try and get a better vantage point. Finally, we were directly above where the knees were. Not really surprisingly, we saw Tiffany lying there on a blanket, completely nude. What really surprised us was she wasn't alone. Even more surprising was who was with her. It was Kelly, who up to this point had earned the reputation of almost a stick in the mud, had her head buried between the thighs of the blonde teen.

Instantly I could feel my c**k begin to stir and my heart raced at the sight. I would have never dreamed Kelly would be adventurous enough to have s*x out in the open, much less with another woman. Boy, was I ever wrong about her! She must have been really good at it too, because within moments after we got into position, Tiffany's body began humping and twisting in what could only have been orgasmic delight. We watched only a short time longer, as Kelly slid her also nude body up to snuggle with Tiffany, then we made a hasty and quiet retreat, hearts and boners pounding.

We returned to the place where we had left the trail and resumed our previous heading, a little more slowly, toward the dock and trail leading to the cabin. As we neared the place where we knew the girls had been, we heard some giggles. We saw them as they got up and began to gather the blanket. Quite surprised to see us, Kelly blushed and looked at Tiffany. They were both dressed again now. Kelly in her cargo shorts and a T, Tiffany in a shiny silver bikini. "What are you two up to?" I inquired with a smug tone.

Without missing a beat, Tiffany responded, "Just watching the bugs..." and then turned and headed for the cabin with Kelly hot on her heels. I could tell from Kelly's body language and her facial expression she knew they'd been seen, but she wasn't about to stick around and discuss it.

After they were out of ear shot, Dave and I shared a couple of joking remarks as we followed the two females toward the cabin. When we arrived there ourselves, we stowed our gear and proceeded to make our lunch. When we had our sandwiches and some beers, we headed for the deck to relax and enjoy our meal. Tiffany was sprawled in one of the chaise lounges, but Kelly was nowhere to be found. In fact, I didn't see her the rest of the afternoon. I was certain she was well aware she had been caught and was definitely embarrassed. I guessed our resident prude was showing her true colors. At least that’s what I thought until much later that same day.

The rest of the day passed without event. Everyone except Kelly made appearances, and we all just blew the afternoon playing pool, horseshoes and the like. Then we all pitched in to fixed dinner, grilling some steaks and chicken, Kelly finally showing up to help. She was quiet though, even more so than usual. After eating, everyone once again helped to clean up. We soon found ourselves watching the sun set over the lake. It was quite a relaxing spectacle. Afterward we all headed inside to play games and watch movies in the activity room. This continued throughout the evening until around 10:00 P.M. when Mark said he was heading for bed. Which kind of signaled the close of festivities for the day with everyone else deciding it was nearly time to turn in as well.

As people began to scatter, I too got up and started for my room. At the foot of the stairs I paused and decided I was going for a walk to clear my head before hitting the sack. As I turned for the door, I noticed Kelly watching me from the kitchen. "G'night," I said to her before heading out the door and down the steps to the path leading to the lake. The moon was bright and I had no trouble seeing where I was going. Within a couple of minutes, I found myself looking out across the lake from near the end of the dock. The moon reflected brightly off the water's surface and it was nearly as bright as day. I breathed in a deep breath, closed my eyes for a moment just listening to the peaceful surroundings.

I was snapped back to reality when I felt what was obviously someone else walking down the length of the dock. Opening my eyes, I turned to see Kelly coming toward me. My first thought was I was going to get the riot act for peeping, but as she neared me, she didn't seem to have a confrontational posture. In fact, it seemed just the opposite, coy and meek. I was puzzled to say the least, but at once reassessed the situation and came to the conclusion she was going to beg me not to tell anyone else about her little fling with Tiffany. Right then I made up my mind I would keep her secret, but not without a little teasing first.

"Nice night," I said to her as she neared.

Stepping past me, right to the very end of the dock, she replied, "Yes, it is." She then turned and took a step closer to me, and in an almost hushed tone asked, "How would you like me to show you what Tiffany and I were up to?"

I think I heard my teeth rattle on the dock. To say the least, I was stunned. I was even more stunned when she stepped closer to put her hand on my crotch. I shifted and nearly stumbled as I tried to regain my composure. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as it was now me blushing instead of her. I usually don’t embarrass easily, but this was completely unexpected. I was caught quite off guard. Within a couple of seconds, I had my wits about me again and acknowledged her advances. "I think you showing me would be a swell idea," I said.

Without a word she began to unbutton my shorts. Of course, by now my d**k had begun to swell. By the time she finished undoing the four buttons, it was ready to burst free. Before I knew it, Kelly had slipped her hands into my shorts and worked them off my hips to slide to the wooden dock below. Now my hard-on was poking straight out from my abdomen. I felt a little silly standing there in my T-shirt so I reached down to pull it over my head, dropping it in a crumpled pile next to my feet.

By this time Kelly was stroking my rigid 8" prick and my feeling of embarrassment was replaced with pure lust. My hands went to her still clothed breasts and I began to gently massage them. "You can take my shirt off," Kelly said with a little laugh. I wasted no time tugging the garment up and over her head, exposing a very firm pair of t**s. They were not overly large, yet still full and prominent. Her n*****s were hard as little rocks and protruded invitingly from the mounds of flesh. I took her breasts in my hands and resumed the massaging I had been performing. This only lasted for a few brief moments until Kelly lowered herself before me, gathering our discarded shirts to cushion her knees against the rough wood of the dock.

Once settled, Kelly didn't hesitate in taking the head of my c**k into her warm, wet mouth. Her hands went to my thighs and she began a slow, firm, up and down rhythm on my manhood. She was very skilled and her tongue felt wonderful as she steadily took more and more of me. It wasn't long before her saliva and my pre-c*m had the whole shaft lubricated. Her bobbing motion was replaced by one slow continual push as she swallowed my entire length. The feeling was incredible as her nose pushed against my abdomen and her tongue worked on the underside of my d**k. She began the whole process over again, repeatedly bobbing her face the length of my pole before swallowing all of me.

She kept this up for several minutes, driving my senses wild. When I felt the first twinges indicating I was going to blow my load, I mustered my willpower and held off. I knew it wouldn't be long before the inevitable would come (no pun intended) to pass. Trying to be polite, I offered a warning, "You better take it easy or you're gonna make me cum."

Kelly withdrew my spit-covered c**k from her mouth and looked up at me, her dark hair tumbling down over her shoulders. "Don't you want to c*m?" she asked playfully.

"Well yeah, of course I do," I said, "I just thought you might want to know," I added.

Kelly chuckled and went right back to work on my throbbing pole, pausing only long enough to retort, "I knew you were going to c*m when I started giving you a blow job."

She once more began working her mouth slowly along my c**k, again and again, sucking deeply on the swollen head. It was only a couple of minutes before my balls were bubbling and I knew I couldn't hold out any longer. With a grunt I grabbed Kelly's head and began shooting my juice right onto her eager tongue. After the initial blast, she pushed her face forward, taking most of my shaft deep into her throat again. It was in this position I emptied my remaining spunk into her. Once she felt the throbs begin to cease, she pulled partially off of my already softening member, but she continued to suck and lick all of the c*m from it.

I was in total ecstasy. I mean I've had plenty of good blow jobs before, and even had girls let me c*m in their mouths. But there was something about this experience that was different. I don't know if it was because Kelly had seemed so prudish, because she was older than me, the fact she was married, where we were? Take your pick. Whatever the case, the circumstances I found myself in were almost overwhelming, and I was loving it. I just stood there caressing her head while she continued to clean the last remnants deflating p***s.

I opened my eyes and looked down just in time to see her lick the last bit of my cream from her lips. She then stood up, without a word, undid her shorts and slipped them off. As she did, her full hips and the dark triangle of her bush came into view. She was, some would say, on the verge of plump. I considered her just about right. I have always preferred girls with a little meat on their bones as compared to the skinny runway model types.

Before I could say anything she turned and dove right into the lake. I wasn't about to let this end so soon. I stepped out of my shorts, still bunched around my ankles, and dove into the unexpectedly warm water after her. I swam over to where Kelly was and put my arms around her. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you..." I began, "But what in the world just happened?" I queried, understandably a bit confused.

"Silly boy. You just got a blow job." Kelly replied with a giggle.

"I know that...and a damn good one too, I might add." I said, "But I still don't......"

Kelly cut me off, "Let me explain," she said. She then proceeded to tell me she and Paul were both 'swingers', and as she put it is, "somewhat of a closet whore." That clarified her strange behavior around the cabin. She informed me her goal was to suck and f**k each and every person there, at least once.

Obviously she already had a pretty good start but I was curious and asked, "Besides me and Tiffany, who else have you done so far?"

"No one," was her reply. "I was going to try to make a move on your friend Tom this afternoon, but Paul needed a little attention," she said. Adding, "And he always gets first priority."

"Well, you've sucked me, but you haven't f****d me yet," I stated, offering, "Want to fix that?" Her answer was clear as she slipped a hand below the water's surface to begin stroking my d**k back to readiness. I took this opportunity to further explore her sweet breasts and firm, round ass, letting my hands roam over her naked body.

When Kelly felt I was "up" for the task, we swam back to the nearby dock. I watched her glistening body emerge from the water and ascend the ladder. At the top, she turned around and sat down, her legs spread and dangling, one on each side of the ladder. What an incredibly inviting sight it was as I climbed the ladder, my face rising right into her crotch with the dark wet tangle of pubic hair only inches from my nose.

I wasted no time and immediately began to lick her beautiful, full p***y lips. In short order I began to taste her sweet nectar, which only excited me more. This caused me to lap at her even more diligently. I would pause from time to time and flick the tip of my tongue over her stiff little c**t. At one point I stopped everything and just sucked as hard as I could on it for a few seconds. Eliciting a deep, growling moan from Kelly.

I continued enjoying her tasty t**t for several more minutes, darting my tongue in and out of her sweet little bush. I pushed her hips up and back as much as I could so I could slip my tongue down, past the vaginal opening, to the tight ring of her anal opening. I tickled it with just the tip of my tongue and then licked my way upward again, allowing her ass to rest on the dock once more. I did this a few times and then centered my attention on her c**t again. First flicking my tongue back and forth across it as fast as I could. Then engulfing and sucking it, almost as she had done to my c**k not so many minutes before. Once more this was met with squirming and moans from my lover.

Kelly began scooting away from me and said, "Come up here and put that c**k in me, Big Boy." I climbed the rest of the way up the ladder and then lowered my dripping body over her. She reached between us and guided my tool into her waiting box. I pressed about half my length into her and then withdrew until just the head was still lodged in her opening. Again, I eased forward, this time pushing my entire shaft into her hole. Which she accepted with ease. Once buried in her I just stayed there for a moment, basking in the wonderful feeling of her warm v****a clinging to my manhood.

I leaned down and gave her a passionate kiss before beginning to stroke in and out of her. After I got into a rhythm, Kelly placed her legs around my hips and started to hump back at me with each thrust. With her arms around my neck, eyes closed, and her dark brunette hair sprawled on the wooden surface below us, she was a true vision. I couldn't help but think about how jealous Tom and Dave were going to be when I told them about this little escapade. Of course, if what she had told me were true, they would get their chance with her as well. I just hoped I would get another opportunity to enjoy her company too.

After a few intense minutes of this adjusted missionary position, Kelly said, "Let me get on top for a while." Well who am I to complain. I quickly withdrew my dripping c**k from within the warm confines of her cunt and switched places with her. Facing me, she straddled my hips and squatted down over my protruding p***s. She deftly guided herself down until her now gaping hole simply swallowed up my meat.

"Oh, God that feels good," I told her

"Mmmm, Uh-Huhhh; It sure does," she responded.

While she began to slowly bounce on me, I reached up to grab her firm titties, teasing and pulling at her stiff n*****s. She ground her crotch down on me, over and over again, and before long we were both nearing orgasms.

Just then, Kelly jammed her right hand into her crotch to diddle her own c**t as she slid up and down my pole. Then, suddenly, she impaled herself as far as she could and just stopped. Her back arched and I knew she was about to blast off. Her fingers were still ferociously working on her c******s and the sensations on my d**k were amazing.

"That's it. c*m on my d**k, Baby," I encouraged.

"Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh, Uh-Uh-Uhhh..." she whined.

Then I felt the first of her contractions as her orgasm washed over her. Her p***y squeezed hard on me and I couldn't hold back. I felt like "Old Faithful" as I erupted into her with jets of hot c*m. Her body was twitching and grinding against me as her climax continued for what seemed like several minutes, although I'm sure it was only a fraction of that. Still, I had finished pumping my seed into her well before her orgasmic tremors came to an end. When they did cease, she just slumped forward on my heaving chest. We were both well spent.

After catching our breath for a few minutes, Kelly rolled off and sat up next to me. She leaned over and gave me a sweet kiss, almost like payment for services rendered. She found her shirt and shorts and began to pull them on. I did likewise and stood up and stretched. I glanced at my watch and to my surprise it was nearly 1:00 A.M..

"I would appreciate it if you didn't say anything to anyone about this," Kelly said. "I would rather control who I do and when, instead of having a cabin full of lusty guys chasing me all over the place," she continued.

I could appreciate that and told her her secret was safe with me. "But I hope we can do this again sometime before we leave," I confessed.

"Not to worry," she reassured, "We're gonna have a lot more fun before this trip is over."

And with that we quietly walked hand in hand up the path to the cabin. I slept like a rock.