Perverts 'R' Us

A Ski Trip

By Ralph Kramden ( pedo, MM/ff, incest, M/f )

In a way I was pretty excited about my Christmas present, a week skiing in the Aosta Valley area on the Italian-Swiss border. I am absolutely nuts about skiing and snowboarding. I thought having the Matterhorn to look at as you shushed down the black diamond runs would be a gas.

On the other hand I knew my Dad, who gave me the present, was really giving one to himself. He would be accompanying me as "chaperone" and ski partner: I imagine bed-partner too, the old pervert. Mom wouldn't be coming as she had a big trial coming up and needed to prepare.

I mean Dad is OK and everything and if he wants to get into my pants well "What can I say?" but I wish he would be more up front about it. He gets so drunk and then bounds into my room and gets on top of me and, well, you know.

I don't even know if he remembers those incidents, but if he does I hope he doesn't think he was the one that popped my cherry. Jesus no. I've figured out a few things in life. I had my first orgasm when I was about eight. I played with it a lot since then. But when I turned thirteen, the guys began to notice and I figured out how to get things from them, sometimes by letting them play with it.

I was about 12 or so when I first saw a couple doing it. We were at Baker beach and while mom and dad were setting up the picnic stuff, I was watching the surfers. It was really cool and a lot like snowboarding, you know.

I noticed a white van in the parking lot swaying back and forth and went over to look. The door was open and a couple was in there fucking. The springs on the van squeaked and the girl squeaked and the man huffed and puffed. I watched for a while; the couple didn't seem to mind.

Since I am only fifteen I can't drive, but I found out years ago that I could get around Drake County easily without any wheels. I put on a boob tube and shorts and just sort of pouted at the cars going by. I didn't have to stick out my thumb hardly ever. I always got a ride to where I wanted to go. Sometimes I got more than the ride.

A couple weeks ago my parents had sort of grounded me. They wouldn't take me skiing, so I got my board and stuff and started hitching to Tahoe. Now that's a long way from Drake County, but a car full of guys picked me up in just about 15 minutes, and they were cute too.

We skied all day and were together on most every run. I was a single, so I tried to get in on a quad lift if I could. The guys followed me around and always seemed to have room for me even though there were four of them already. Sure. I know why, silly. I got felt up pretty good on our lifts to the peak.

We stopped to have a bowl of chili at the warming hut a little after noon. The guys said they were going to spend the night at a condo with a hot tub and fireplace and stuff and asked me if I wanted to join them.

They were on college break and were going to have a "kegger" at the condo. I guessed, pretty accurately I think, that I would be the only girl. I had never been at a gangbang and the guys were all pretty cute, so I was tempted

I figured I was already in pretty much hot water with my folks for not telling them about my little trip to the mountains and had better get back. I gave the guys my email addy and my cell number, hoping we could work something out after my trip.

I skied the afternoon with them and hitched home, which cost me a blowjob, but got me delivered to my door.

We flew to London and the next day took the "Chunnel" to France. I really wished we could have taken a few days in England to check out the dogging which is taking the UK by storm. I have been reading about it on the Internet. It would have been really kinky if Dad and I had rented a car and driven to one of their car parks and performed for the voyeurs.

But I couldn't even suggest it. Dad was, I guess, in denial about our "doing it". Even though he was a full-fledged pervert, fucking his daughter, I'm sure he wouldn't consider doing it in front of another bunch of perverts.

We left Milan in a rented car and got to Valtournenche, where we checked into a boutique hotel, the picture of alpine charm called "Hotel Bijou". It was a long day and we were very tired, but dad grabbed a bottle of Chianti and we headed for the hot tub; the "unlaxing arena" of any genuine Drake County resident.

I got felt up. It wasn't so bad and Dad wasn't even totally drunk.

The next morning after a cup of espresso and a Panettone from Scarpato's Pastry Shop we hit the slopes. We did Breuil-Cervinia and planned on doing Zermatt the next day.

"Boy those runs are long." I thought.

It was on our fourth run, I think, that we met Hans and Anna on the quad lift. I was bushed and that was surprising. My ski friends don't call me "thunder thighs" for nothing. I can usually out-ski anyone but the really good male "ski racer" types. But this time I was anxious to get on the lift and just zone out.

Hans was a really great, smiley guy and Anna, his daughter, was nice. They were from Sweden and came down here every year to get their "downhill" fix. Dad seemed to get along with Hans immediately and I could see he had his eye on Anna.

I was pooped and said so. Sitting between Hans and his daughter, I slapped both of them on the thigh and breathed deeply

"Forgive me" I said. "These runs are longer than what we have at home. Hans squeezed my knee.

"It's the altitude," he said.

We had so much fun talking and laughing together that we were obviously going to be a foursome for our vacation days. We took several more runs, chasing each other back and forth.

Anna wasn't the best athlete in the world and ran into me, knocking us both down. We laughed our heads off. She struggled to get up, finding her lost ski, picking up her pole. Yet, she seemed to have the time and energy to feel up my thigh and put her hand on my pussy. She looked right into my eyes, her hand dwelling on my sex.

"I'm so clumsy" she said. "Please forgive me"

We took the same shuttle down because they were staying in Valtournenche too although at the Chateau de la Serre. We decided to share a pizza at La Cucina della Marianna.

Anna had, of course, taken off her ski hat. "She is a marvelous beauty," I thought. Her blond tresses flowed over her shoulders like a river. Her breasts were pretty evident even under her ski sweater. She was shy and deferred to her ebullient dad pretty much all the time.

My dad was into a bottle of Chateauneuf du Pape and with the altitude, was getting pretty tipsy.

It finally came down to "whose hot tub?" We picked the Bijou where we could do a sauna and then hit the hot tub.

The Swedes are a lot less hung up than we are when it comes to nakedness, and Hans and Anna had no trouble at all taking off their clothes and getting into the sauna. I understand that they really love the sun, getting so little of it at their latitude, that nudist clubs, etc. are common.

My dad didn't have a problem either since he was blotto. I don't mind saying, although I know it is prideful and not humble, as it should be, that I have a "hot" body. I'm not bragging. Quite a few guys have told me so. I didn't mind showing off my naked body at all.

We got all sweaty in the sauna and then hit the tub.

This tub had the little bubbles that "pop" all over the place. Not all hot tubs do. Anna sort of glided over to my side and put her hand on my sex. Her dad, on the other side of me, did the same. For a minute it seemed they were holding hands on my pussy.

Anna withdrew as her dad put his finger in my vagina. I had one on each side so I "looked" for Hans' cock and Anna's cunt at the same time. My hand found Hans' cock and Anna found my hand and placed it on her sex. I don't know what dad was doing.

Hans was getting really big as I massaged his dick. I was excited and wanted to jack him off, as I had so often jacked off boys in my school or guys who had given me a ride around town.

But I felt an obligation to Anna too. I knew she wouldn't compete with her dad. I understood her need to be touched, felt there. She wanted, needed, to get off too.

She had placed my hand on her vagina so I decided to try to satisfy her and her dad at the same time although I had had considerably more experience with men than with women.

I stuck my fingers in her cunt, trying to find her clit and massage it. She sidled over and thrust her huge tit in my mouth. I licked and I sucked. I soon found I had to compete with Hans, who was feeling his daughter's tits while I was jacking him off.

You know how sometimes you feel that you are carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders? There are times, when others, in this case my dad, are not doing their part and I, only 15 years old, have to figure out how to satisfy two horny people who don't even speak English that well. Is that fair after all?

I guess Dad caught my silent plea, because he rolled out of the tub and crawled over to our little trio. But was he any help? Not. Dad started feeling my tits. Now I had three of them on me.

"Jeesh Dad" I said. I took my hand out of Anna's crotch and pulled dad's head over to hers. He got the hint as he started playing with her hair and kissing her ear.

This left me with Hans. I got both hands on his dick and rubbed like crazy. I held my breath, got down there and put his prick in my mouth. I had to come up for air pretty soon so Hans scooted his butt up on the ledge where I could suck him off and still breathe.

I was licking his shaft when I looked around and saw that dad had pulled Anna out of the tub and the two were doing 69 on the deck. I licked Hans just under his knob while stroking his cock with a steady motion and suddenly he squirted all over my face and in my hair.

He reached over and took a handful of water and splashed my face. I was hot and Hans wasn't going to get me satisfied so I took the head of his penis and rubbed my clit with it until I climaxed.

We lay there on the deck, warm and satisfied with his arms around me as we watched my dad fuck Anna doggie style. It was kinda beautiful. My dad is a good-looking guy and the way he was playing around with her swaying tits....well, it was just beautiful. This was apres ski as it should be.

That night I dreamt about those college guys and what they would do to me in their ski lodge. I'm sure they would want to fuck me in the pussy and in the butt at the same time. I would be swallowing the third guy's cock and maybe jacking off the fourth.

If I tried to escape, they would probably slug me in the face and drag me back. They'd be trading places with maybe two of them sticking their cocks in my mouth at the same time and two others stretching my pussy as wide as it can get by jamming their enormous cocks in there at once.

After that, no doubt they would serial rape me, each one in turn fucking the hell out of me, beating me up, locking me in their bedroom as a sex slave where at any time they could come in and satisfy their lust, using me as their fuck hole.

The early light streamed through the window panes and I awoke, horny as hell. "Jeesh" I thought. "Am I normal or what? All I think about is skiing and sex and it seems sex has overtaken skiing. I think I must be sex-addicted"

I started to masturbate when I heard my dad stirring. I got out of my bed, tiptoed over to his bed and jumped on him, grabbing him around the neck and kissing his cheek. He had his hand on his cock.

"So he was masturbating too" I thought.

"Are you jacking off Dad?" I asked. He sort of grumbled and pulled me next to him. His rock hard penis was pushing on my vulva. It felt great. He got me under him and pushed and pushed. I had on my PJ's but I could feel him just right. He had his cock exactly on the right spot and I climaxed several times before he soaked my pajamas with his sperm.

As I got out of the shower, Dad was talking to a young man who had evidently brought us our breakfast. Dad had started his. I could see mine was there too, under a silver cover.

As the guy left, our eyes locked. God what a hottie, I thought. Medium height, but broad shoulders and huge biceps. He must work out. His name tag read Klaus. We exchanged smiles as he shut the door.

For some reason I was still horny. I walked over to Dad and ran my fingers through his blond hair, savoring the picture of Klaus.

"Hans called when you were in the shower Skookums" he said. "He and Anna are going over to Zermatt today, want to join them?"

Suddenly it dawned on me. "I haven't been fucked," I thought. "Not technically"

"Remember when we skied New Mexico last year and they had that gondola thing in Albuquerque, you know, the tramway or whatever they call it"

"Yeah, I jacked off Hans and masturbated with his cock and Dad masturbated on me this morning but I really haven't got fucked for several days, that's why I'm so horny" I thought.

"Well they've got one of those things at Zermatt too, it ought to be fun" he said.

"What's that, Daddy?" I said.

"Zermatt, Skookums, Zermatt" he said.

"Yeah OK, Daddy" I said as my thoughts were a mile away.

We stuck our skis in the slots provided for them on the outside of the swaying gondola. This one was much smaller than the one in Albuquerque, it only held six or eight people sitting down, more if they stood in the center. Hans and Anna were already there, Anna more radiant even than yesterday. They smiled broadly as Dad and I got in. Another couple followed us.

"Valcomnande!" said Hans "You're just in time, the snow is going to be good today ya? Nice and cold"

I took a seat next to Anna. We hugged each other and kissed lightly on the lips. She held my hand for a moment, gave it a squeeze and winked.

"Let's meet at Blauherd and if we miss one another, at Sunnegga for sure" Dad suggested. "We can have lunch there." The gondola was full and slowly pulled away from the platform.

We were about halfway there, I guess, when I got up to look at the scenery, Hans joined me at the window.

"We fock tonight ya, little one?" he whispered in my ear as he ran his hand over my ass. He let his hand fall and tried to get to my pussy through the rear entrance. I could see that the other couple in the gondola was appalled. They were whispering to each other and looking at us.

I wanted his hand on my sex, but wondered if this was right moment. On the other hand who gave a damn about some skiers from who knows where? Let them look!

I turned and faced him, we kissed and put our hands on each other's genitals. He rubbed me pretty good and I got wet. Anna got up and stood between the other couple and us so they couldn't see. I started rubbing Anna's cunt while Hans got his hand down my pants and was fingering my clit. We had a three way jerk off, hands going back and forth in different combinations.

At Blauherd Dad, Hans and I met in the warming hut. Anna was a slower skier and fell behind. I should have stayed with her, and felt pretty bad about it. Hans was as horny as usual and over hot coffee he was making suggestions about what we were going to do that night. He had tried, I guess, to think of as many sex positions as possible for the four of us.

Suddenly Anna was at the door stomping off the snow on her boots. I rushed over to her and offered her some of my coffee. She took a sip while removing her scarf

"I gotta go to the toilet" she said in her charming accented English. We headed to the john together.

"That dad of yours is quite a guy" I said as I touched up my mascara in the mirror.

"He doesn't think about anything but his cock" she answered. "He's so horny. How are you and I ever going to get together with him around?" I thought about that as Anna took a piss.

The toilet flushed and I could hear the bolt slide back on the door. As it started to open I got in the booth with Anna. She looked surprised but not for long. I put my arms around her and we stood French kissing for the longest time. I let my hands fall down on her ass and she reciprocated.

I unsnapped the fasteners on her ski pants and let them drop to the floor. She did the same for me. We stood there, our tongues entwined, fingering each other's sex. I put my thumb up her vagina and pushed my index finger into her rectum. She shuddered.

"I want to suck you off" I told her. She moaned and pushed her pelvis against my thumb rhythmically. I pulled up my pants and got down on my knees. She sat back on the toilet and with her ski boots together, spread her legs. I pushed aside her panties and got my tongue in her vagina. I just slobbered all over the place but finally found her spot because she started to moan and grunt like an animal.

She was practically shouting something in Swedish, which I didn't understand, but I could tell she had several orgasms. Finally her head dropped to her chest and she started breathing normally.

"'Bout done in there?" it was a woman's voice accompanied by a rap on the door. Anna and I looked at each other and started to laugh. We fixed ourselves up a little and straight-faced the woman waiting outside the stall as we left.

Our dads were gone when we returned to the restaurant.

"They'll meet us for lunch in Sunnegga" I said. "We can take our time getting down"

It was fun skiing with Anna and she felt more relaxed not having to rush so hard to keep up. We tried skiing hand in hand. When we pulled over to the side to take a rest or survey the hill, we always kissed and patted each other on the butt. I'm sure everyone on the hill thought we were the youngest lezzie couple they had ever seen.

Anna and I knew it was going to be a fuckfest tonight with our dads. Hans and Anna had to fly to Gothenburg tomorrow so this would be our last night together. It was nice to have a little peaceful time with Anna alone, and also reassuring. Anna spent almost all the time thinking about sex she said, as did I. Maybe I'm not a freak.

After lunch we skied down and took the gondola again for our second run. I skied awhile with Hans while Dad accompanied Anna.

Hans was sure sexually aggressive. He always wanted to put his hands on me in every which place. He kept asking if I had ever been fucked in the ass, which I honestly answered: No. That seemed to turn him on even more, if that was possible.

Finally I asked him if he had ever been fucked in the ass. That seemed to shut him up.

The four of us had dinner at the Cucina again and Hans was jumping up and down to get to the sauna. When we got there we were not alone as we were last night. In fact the sauna was a little crowed with seven of us in there but I didn't mind because one of them was that hot waiter, Klaus.

The other couple started to talk to Dad, while I surveyed Klaus. I find it difficult to talk in a sauna because when you take in a mouthful of air it is so hot. Nonetheless I learned that Klaus was working at the hotel this winter in order to ski. He had a room in the attic. He was a hunk, especially without his clothes. Dad could see I was captivated.

Klaus wanted to get out of the sauna and into the hot tub. I, of course, followed. The others stayed behind talking.

"Listen Klaus" I began. "I would really like to get out of here. I know it sounds forward of me but could 'we' go somewhere else?" I didn't want to tell him that if I stayed around I was definitely going to get fucked in the ass but on the other hand I felt he was my salvation.

He smiled a little quizzically and said, "I guess, sure, if you want" We grabbed our robes and hustled to the elevator.

"What floor are you on?" he asked.

"Lets go up to your place - no, stop on five and I'll get some clothes then we can go up to your place. OK?" I said. "Come with me, please"

"Turn around" I ordered. It was a little silly. We were in Klaus's tiny studio apartment and I was taking off my robe to put on my clothes. We had been together naked in the sauna and the hot tub but somehow this was different. I pulled on a sweater and slacks.

"Can you go skiing with me?" I asked.

"I can ski half-day tomorrow" he answered. I sighed and sat down beside him on his futon.

"Don't you want to put something on?" I asked. He was sitting there in his bathrobe. I put my hand on his shoulder and felt his bicep.

"You are very pretty" he said. "Are you with your dad? What's your name? How old are you?"

"Lisa Cunningham from California and I'm eighteen" I lied. "You are very pretty also" We both laughed. We just sat there looking into each other's eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked. "Yes" I replied "I'd like that"

It was hopeless after that kiss. I'm such a dirty little whore. I had my arm under his robe and around his back and pretty soon I was holding on to his cock. I hadn't put on any underwear so he didn't have much trouble getting to my tits. I gave him a blowjob and he unzipped my slacks and fingered my cunt. We were both naked shortly after that

My pussy was so wet. I was just aching for his cock. We fucked for about an hour I guess. It was heaven. I may be a slut but I really enjoy life.

Klaus, Dad and I skied the next afternoon and I spent the night in Klaus's bed. We fucked our brains out as we did the succeeding two nights before Dad and I had to get to Milan for our home bound flight.

"That was such a special Christmas present Dad" I said as we were in the air. "Thank you so much, it was the best vacation I ever had"

"I liked it too, Skookums" he said.

"Did you and Hans double team Anna?" I asked. He smiled and nodded. Poor Anna.

I looked out the window at the Alps and began to think about how I would contact those college boys I had met at Tahoe.