Kirky takes his boys skiing along with their girlfriends...
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My head was still reeling from my weekend with Vicky when my two sons, Kyle and Mark arrived in the wee hours on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving Day. I was about to have a fit as they should have been home Tuesday night so that we could catch our flight to Denver in the morning. They had called, explaining that they had to wait on one of the girls before they could leave Tallahassee, so I wasn’t worried so much about their safety as much as I was worried that we’d miss the flight. Miss the flight and I eat the tickets. Worse still, the later flight that day was solidly booked. If they didn’t get home in time, well, kiss the ski trip goodbye.
Turns out they arrived with girls in tow just in time for us to make the flight. The girls were all good-lookers, but instead of two nubile co-eds as I had expected, there were three. We loaded up my Suburban direct from Kyle’s rolling wreak and hurried to the airport. There wasn’t any time for me to ask questions, not that it mattered… what’s an extra airfare or three during the holidays? Even after the long drive down from FSU, the girls were ebullient, thanking me profusely for taking them along. It wasn’t until after we had checked the bags and cleared security, that I figured out who was who… more or less.
All three girls were lookers. Kelly had a model’s body, tall and willowy with a tight ass poured into her jeans that begged for a groping. Like a fashion model, she didn’t have much in the way of tits, but she was pretty. The color of her short hair was something of a mystery as it was streaked blonde and brunette and done up in what can only be described as well-executed chaos.
Jenny was the shortest of the three at maybe 5’4”. I loved her raven colored hair, so perfectly in place and framing her face with those green eyes. She probably wasn’t any more endowed with boobs than Kelly, but on her little frame, she looked to be stacked.
Then there was the blonde bombshell, Bunny, a statuesque girl with a voluptuous figure. Talk about a rack! Those bouncing beauties were a sight to behold and by the looks she got from every male over the age of ten, they were in agreement with my assessment. By the interactions between the girls and my two boys, it was impossible for me to tell who belonged to whom and who amongst the three girls was the third wheel.
They called for boarding of the first class passengers. Kyle bumped me and told me, “That’s you, Dad.” I looked closely at my boarding pass for the first time.
“What in the hell is this?” I asked.
“Well, they only had one coach seat available when I booked the girls, so I had to buy two first class tickets. Hope that’s okay.”
“Sure, it’s only money,” I grumbled.
I was still voicing my displeasure with Kyle when they started boarding the back of the bus. “Hey, I gotta go, Dad,” said Kyle as he extricated himself from my futile berating lecture on the value of money. “See you in Denver!”
Naturally there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about the situation at this point, so I trudged on board with the regular folks. Who I might be sitting with never occurred to me until I found my seat, or at least the one next to it. In my seat by the window sat Bunny. I couldn’t very well tell her she had to move, so I took her seat by the aisle. Shortly thereafter, Mark my youngest shuffled by with little raven-haired Jenny following close behind him. Kyle had boarded ahead of me and so apparently had Kelly. As Mark passed, he seemed to be about to burst out laughing. When Jenny passed, she gave Bunny a little finger wave with a muted grin.
At least I now had a handle on who belonged to whom and which girl was the third wheel. As I glanced over at Bunny I thought, ‘Some third wheel,’ quickly followed by, ‘She’s unattached? Son of a bitch!’ Immediately my annoyance with my eldest evaporated, though I suspected I was being setup for an old fool.
Bunny proved to be as gregarious and unreserved as she was gorgeous. The entire flight she single handily held up both sides of the conversation. I learned that Jenny wasn’t Mark’s girlfriend and Kelly wasn’t Mark’s girl friend, they (the five of them) were just good friends. I also learned that Bunny’s dad was angry with her, first about her grades. In her third semester in college, she was already on academic probation and her grades this term weren’t so hot either. She lamented that if she flunked out, that her father expected her to get a job and support herself (the cad!). “It’s so unfair!” she declared. “I just don’t get algebra and the stupid old English instructor takes off for spelling! I’m trying as hard as I can, and Daddy is just being so mean to me I can hardly think!”
Secondly, her father was on her case for being chronically overdrawn with her bank account (I could see where he might be annoyed with all those penalties). Third, he was rather unhappy that she wrecked her car a week ago after running a red light and hitting a police car. As I listened to her chattering on about how unreasonable her old man was in expecting her to act responsibly, I thanked my lucky stars that I had two sons and no daughters.
Then she went on about her boyfriend, or rather her ex-boyfriend, who had to nerve to call her stupid. “I am not stupid,” she asserted. “Bozo, he’s the stupid one! I told him I didn’t want to see him again and he got rough with me. Well, to hell with him! But I fixed him… fixed him good. I told everyone that despite his big muscles, he had a dick no bigger than my finger!” (Hell hath no fury…) I was somewhat surprised at her colorful language, but I had to agree with her that Bozo was stupid indeed to have pissed off an airheaded cunt this fine.
Sometime after they served the folks in the back their packet of cheese spread and two crackers and we in the imperial section were served Quiche Lorraine and Strawberries Rothschild. Bunny excused herself and disappeared into the back cabin. Presently Kelly came up and took Bunny’s seat. Kelly wasn’t as outgoing or as open as Bunny was, but the conversation we had demonstrated her intelligence. I learned that she was on scholarship and working towards getting into Nursing School. As to anything personal, she didn’t elaborate in the thirty minutes or so that she sat with me before Bunny returned.
There were still a lot of unanswered questions and I figured that perhaps I could get more information out of Bunny, so I asked her why there were three girls on this trip. “Well, after my daddy got so mad at me, I was going to stay with Jenny for Thanksgiving, but then Kyle asked her and Kelly if they wanted to go skiing with you guys. Of course they wanted to go skiing! Well, I didn’t have anywhere to go and Bozo was being such a jerk, so I asked Jenny and Kelly if I could come along. Those two are soooo cool! Any way Jenny told Kyle that if I couldn’t come, then they couldn’t go. And here I am!”
Ah ha! Little Jenny played Kyle like a fiddle! Manipulative little minx! I had to chuckle to myself that Kyle was doomed and had better watch out with that one. ‘What a man will do for a piece of ass,’ I thought. ‘Nice piece of ass too.’ Then I realized that I had it wrong, Jenny was with Kyle, not Mark, and Mark was with Kelly. But Bunny had said that they were all just friends, and wasn’t Jenny sitting with Mark? It still didn’t add up for me.
I was about to press her for more details, but the plane hit a patch of turbulence that if you weren’t strapped in good, you would have been thrown up into the overhead bins and then slammed back down into your seat on into the lap of whoever was seating near you. Along with several other people, Bunny screamed. Thinking that we had just lost cabin pressurization, I waited for the oxygen masks to drop down, but no masks appeared. The rough ride continued until the Capitan climbed above it. Bunny was terrified and clutched my arm like she was about to be sucked through a window. I did my best to comfort her and she buried her face in my armpit. By and by the ride smoothed out and the flight attendants came by to make sure there weren’t any injuries. Everyone in first class was fine, but apparently a lady in the rear bathroom and two or three other passengers waiting for the head didn’t fare so well. Still, no one was seriously hurt. Badly shaken and bruised to be sure, but not seriously hurt. Bunny wasn’t so gregarious after that.
Upon deplaning and retrieving our luggage, we caught a motor coach to Breckenridge. Again Bunny sat by me in the window seat, but she remained very quiet. I couldn’t help but note that Kyle was now sitting with Jenny across the aisle from us, nor could help but notice the little touching games that they played. At first it was just horsing around, little pokes here and there, an ineffectual punch to Kyle’s shoulder there.
Well before we got to the west side of Denver, Bunny had fallen asleep next to me, still holding my arm and cuddled up to me. By the time we started the climb up into the Front Range I noticed that the games across the aisle had calmed down somewhat. That’s not exactly true, the horsing around had stopped, but the games had now turned serious. Kyle had his back to me, but by leaning forward slightly, I could see his hand moving under Jenny’s sweater. I really couldn’t see exactly where Jenny’s hand was, but by the position and movement of her upper arm, I surmised she was rubbing his cock through his jeans. Then again, she may have been rubbing his cock out of jeans. So cute little Jenny and my oldest were a couple after all!
With the generous high backed seats in the motor coach, Jenny and Kyle enjoyed a great deal of privacy… all except from the seat across the aisle where I sat. I know I should have sat back and not watched them, but I’d never seen my boy feeling up a girl before. Within a few minutes, he had her sweater pulled up, her bra unhooked and had her tit out. That’s when Jenny opened her eyes and saw me looking at them. Busted! Quickly she brushed Kyle’s hand away from her breast and pulled her sweater down. Kyle pushed her sweater up again and she pulled it back down.
I leaned back in my seat to where my view was blocked. Kyle turned his head and looked at me. I smiled and gave him a thumbs-up. Kyle turned back to his girl and continued fondling her. After giving them a few minutes, I leaned forward. This time Jenny smiled at me and made no attempt to cover herself. She had great tits, a little big for a girl of her stature, but to me, that was all the better. Given the color of her hair, it wasn’t surprising to see that she had fairly dark nipples with dime sized areolas. I watched as Kyle mauled her, tweaking her nips to little points. Then he lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth. As my boy suckled her, Jenny eyes locked with mine while she caressed his head. There was no trace of embarrassment on her part, just amusement and pleasure.
By that time I had formed a big wet spot on the front of my jeans where my stiffie was leaking profusely. I decided that for my own sake that I shouldn’t watch them petting each other any longer and sat back in my seat. But with Kyle’s head buried in her chest, I still had a good view. Kyle shifted in his seat and now I could see that she had his cock out and was jacking him. I leaned forward again for a better vantage point and when I did, Kyle erupted, shooting a wad of cum at least three feet, followed by a second powerful gout, followed by a third. It’s hard to say who was most short of breath after that, Kyle, Jenny or me.
I pushed back into my seat and gazed upwards, biting my lip, willing the tingling in my own cock to subside. By the time my own arousal had abated to a safe level, Kyle sat up. I knew he had made a mess, on himself and perhaps on Jenny too. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a fresh clean handkerchief and handed it over to Kyle. Out of the corner of my eye I now watched as Kyle cleaned Jenny up and cleaned up himself. When finished, he sheepishly offered the soiled hankie back to me. “No, you keep it, Sport,” I told him with a chuckle.
The rest of the ride across the Continental Divide was rather tame, and I was able to enjoy the mountain scenery. As we pulled into Breckenridge, I gently woke Bunny from her nap. When she realized where we were she pouted, “Oh, I didn’t get to see anything!” No, you didn’t my dear; no, you didn’t.
We were all famished by the time the shuttle dropped us off at the condo. I suggested that we simply dump our bags and find a restaurant. There were still a few hours of daylight after we had eaten, but it was way too late to do any skiing. We stopped at a liquor store and stocked up on vodka, scotch, beer, wine coolers and other assorted booze, then stopped at a grocery for mixers, coffee and some snacks.
Kyle, Mark and I carried in our bags of supplies. That was the first time I’d really noticed the condo. It was nice, I knew, but now that I had time to check it out, it proved to be fabulous. It was a duplex that an old friend of mine had owned for years. Normally he just rents out both sides during ski season, except that he reserved one of the units for himself and his family every Thanksgiving and Christmas at prime time. This past year he was working in South Africa and couldn’t use it, so he offered it to me for both Thanksgivings and Christmas at a discounted price.
The downstairs was very spacious, consisting of a well appointed kitchen, breakfast area, a bathroom and large great room. There were three sofas arranged in a U facing the gas fireplace that ignited at a flick of a switch. Above the fireplace was a large flat screened HDTV, but what caught the kids attention was the hot tub enclosed in an adjacent sunroom that looked out over the snow covered mountain and the ski runs.
Upstairs I knew that there were three bedrooms, each with a king sized bed and its own bath. Now was a moment of truth, when a question that had been gnawing at me all day would be answered. Before the boys showed up with three girls rather than two, I had assumed that the boys would sleep with their girlfriends and I would sleep alone. Either that or the girls would share a bedroom and the boys would do the same. Either way I would have a room and bed to myself. But now with Bunny in the equation, I wasn’t so sure about that. If the three girls took one room, then there wouldn’t be a problem, but if Kyle shacked up with Jenny, as I was now certain that he would, and Mark slept with Kelly, that meant the third bedroom would have to go to Bunny, leaving me to camp out on a sofa downstairs… a prospect that I wasn’t too keen on.
I gathered my party about me and told them, “You guys tell me what the sleeping arrangements are to be. We have three bedroom and three beds upstairs, and a pull out sofa or two downstairs. Kyle, I assume you and Jenny will want a bedroom.” Both Kyle and Jenny looked like the cat who ate the parakeet.
“Mark, uhmmmm, how about you and Kelly?” Kelly turned a shade of red while Mark enthusiastically endorsed my suggestion.
I turned to Bunny. “Bunny you can have the third bedroom. I’ll sleep downstairs.”
“But that’s not fair!” Bunny protested.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind sleeping on the sofa.”
“But that’s not fair,” she stated again. Her pretty face took on a pout and she added, “Both Jenny and Kelly get someone to snuggle up with, why can’t I?” Did I hear her correctly? Now taking a more matter-of-fact tone she said, “Not only that, but you paid for everything. You should get to sleep with one of us.” Dumbfounded I looked at her. Then she snuggled up to my arm, looked up at me with those baby blues and in her best innocent girl voice cooed, “I’ll sleep with you.” I was still speechless and apparently my feet were glued to floor. She waited for me to respond and when I didn’t make a move of any sort, she backed away and with a look of concern she asked, “You do want to sleep with me? Don’t you, Mr. Kirby?”
Kyle, grinning from ear to ear blurted out, “Dad! You’re not going to turn her down, are you old man?” Then he leaned in close and whispered, “Old man, she’s going to fuck your brains out tonight.” He paused to let that sink in before adding, “Now, about those first class tickets…”
Still in disbelief of my good fortune I muttered, “Worth every penny.”
“I thought you’d see it that way,” my son laughed.
“Hey! Who wants a drink?” my youngest called out. “Party time!” Mark proceeded to unload the booze and snacks on the bar and took up duties as bar keep, passing out wine coolers to Jenny and Kelly, mixing up a whiskey sour for Bunny and pouring me an overly generous scotch on the rocks while popping the bottle caps off two Coronas for himself and his brother. Someone found the stereo and the pounding beat of an old ZZ Top CD filled the room. The party was on!
It’s been awhile since I’ve been to a college party, but I did my best to keep up... with the dancing that is. As for my glass full of straight scotch, I gingerly nursed that so as not to get drunk, at least not too quickly. Bunny and the other four weren’t so concerned about over indulging too quickly. Before I ever finished my scotch (and after refreshing the melted ice twice), I counted that Bunny had guzzled three whiskey sours, while Jenny and Kelly had drank at least five wine coolers between them. Mark and Kyle didn’t go lightly on the beer either.
It is hard to describe who was dancing with whom, as the pairing formed and then melted away. But I can say that Bunny was… let’s just say she was provocative when she danced with me, rubbing her big tits in my chest, then pressing and rubbing her extra fine ass into my crotch and hard-on. Oh, fuck yeah! This was going to be fun ski trip! Of course Bunny wasn’t the only one being provocative, as Kyle, scrunched over and nibbling her neck, had his hands all over little Jenny and under her sweater.
Someone suggested that we all go in the hot tub for a while, and idea that was enthusiastically endorsed by the girls. “Hey guys, help us take our stuff upstairs, so we can change,” Jenny asked. The bags were still at the foot of the stairs and following those lovelies, we lugged their “stuff” upstairs. Each girl staked out a room. The rooms were furnished differently from each other, but all were nicely appointed. I followed Bunny into our love nest and sat her huge over-packed suitcase down with a thud and placed my much smaller bag down beside it. Bunny flopped down on the bed where we would screw tonight while I placed her suitcase up on a bag stand made for that purpose.
Crawling up on the bed and on top of her, I gazed down into her sparkling blue eyes, leaned down and kissed her, lightly at first, then traced her lips with the tip of my tongue, progressively becoming more aggressive with my tongue. “Oh, wow! You’re a good kisser, Mr. Kirby! Most boys don’t really know how to kiss a girl.”
“I’m not a boy,” I replied before driving my tongue into her again.
After a full minute of tongue dancing and spit swapping, we broke the kiss. Looking up at me and smiling contentedly, she said, “I have to go tinkle.” I had to laugh at her choice of words and rolled off to one side to let her take care of business. When she returned, I was still lying on the bed, waiting for her. “I need to change,” she said, “so you need to leave.”
“What if I don’t want to leave?”
“Then I can’t get changed.”
We both knew that we were going to fuck. If not now, then an hour or so from now we’d be fucking. So why the games? “I want to see you,” I replied. “Naked.”
“Gawd! You’re just like all the other guys. All you want to do is get me naked and have sex with me.”
“Guilty as charged,” I pleaded.
“Not now!" she said with a frown. The faux frown morphed into a smile. "Now, I have a surprise, Mr. Kirby. So if you don’t mind, I need to get changed. So be a good boy and run along.”
“Drop the Mr. Kirby. It’s just plain Kirby.”
She stepped up to the bed and running her hand up my leg to my thigh she suggested, “How about if I call you Daddy?” Holy fuck! Not only was she a wet-dream sex pot come true, but she had a kinky streak in her too.
“Sure, honey, I’ll be your daddy,” I croaked out.
She pulled away and pulling her sweater up just enough to show some skin said, “Now, you have to leave, Daddy. Your honey bunny needs to change for the hot tub.” With a soft laugh, she added “Daddy’s hard cock will just have to wait.”
What a prick tease! Maybe getting my cock into her won’t be as easy as I had thought. “Okay, Daddy can wait.” I rose and exiting the bedroom, gave her the privacy to get changed.
I trudged downstairs and found my two boys busy removing the cover of the hot tub and checking the water temperature, etc. From the looks of it, they had changed into swim trunks. I stopped and mixed myself a light scotch and water before joining them. As I approached, I realized that they weren’t in their swim trunks, but in their boxer shorts. Kyle unsnapped his shorts and they fell to the floor where they were quickly joined by Mark’s boxers.
As Mark entered the gently bubbling water he said, “Com’on, Dad. Let’s give the girls a surprise.”
Kyle standing in the buff added, “It’s okay, Dad. Nothing they haven’t seen before.” He turned and joined his equally naked brother in the water.
‘This is going to be very interesting,’ I thought. “What the hell… it’s a party!” I said mostly to myself as I began shucking my clothes and forming a third pile of men’s clothing on the floor of the sunroom. What with the wall of windows facing the mountain, it bothered me a little that anyone who looked could see in. ‘Let’em look,’ I chuckled to myself.
One by one, the girls came downstairs and gathered at the bar all wrapped in the thick white bath robes that were provided for the condo’s guests.
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