| Straight: Threesomes: Ali's Winter Delight (5/11) |
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slightly bobbed about and closed their eyes, endeavoring to feel the sensation, but feeling mostly awkward until Ali let out in a grown, "Oh God this feels great, don't stop, don't stop!" They all burst into laughter. "The champagne!" Lindsey exclaimed, as she turned around to draw the ice bucket chilling a bottle of Korbel Brute to the edge of the deck along with some clear plastic wrapped hotel cups. "How nice," Ali said, "I got to feel really lonely after going back to my room, but a little bubbly always seems to be the medicine to take care of that.” "And friends," offered Paul along with a glass of champagne. "Most importantly, friends.” Ali reached for the glass, carefully but casually exposing one of her nipples above the water for a moment. She was sure it was not missed. They all settled back, talking about how good the swirling hot water felt on their sore muscles. Talk turned to the day of ski racing. Every now and then, just to maintain some electricity, Ali would accidentally brush against either Paul or Lindsey or allow her breasts to float to the surface. She didn't need to try too hard though, the air crackled with sexual electricity. Shortly after opening the second bottle of champagne Lindsey said, "I feel silly sitting in this hot tub with my swimsuit on," and she peeled down her shoulder straps and produced her blue suit from under the surface of the water. Ali looked at Paul. "Well, what about you?" and to Lindsey "What about him?” "Oh no," said Paul, "I'm afraid this whole party'll get out of control." "Not completely ", Lindsey said. "I think we should de-pants him by force," she added, as she suddenly splashed across the tub reaching for his shorts. Ali reached for them too, and as they wrestled Paul out of his suit, Ali’s hand brushed his already stiff cock. She finally subdued him by taking a firm grip on the thing. "OK, Lindz, I got him" she said, "pull them all the way off." Ali was right next to him now, her left arm hugging around his waist, her right hand squeezing his cock. It felt about average in size to Ali, but it seemed to be made out of stone it was already so hard. "OK. Let go," Paul said quite casually. Ali just squeezed harder and lifted Paul almost prone to the bubbly surface with just the head of his cock and part of her gripping fist exposed. "Hey you", Paul said this time with mock insistence in his voice as he pulled himself free and reached around under Ali's right arm for her tit and quickly found her nipple, which he began to pinch. "Ouch!" cried Ali. She took her left hand from around his waist and reached down to find his asshole. When she did, she rammed her middle finger in hard. Paul's cock thrust above the surface. Ali leaned forward and caught it softly with her teeth. "Hey! OK, OK you win. I give up,” Paul said. Lindsey was sitting up on the edge of the tub laughing. "Be careful with that, Ali," Lindsey warned between giggles. Ali let him go, and they all started laughing. Ali was beginning to feel warm too and sat up out of the water too. All modesty had vanished. "Don't worry, I'd never bite off such a terrifically hard cock," Ali joked. "What |
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Fun far from the slopes--