We were entranced as Flopsy moaned from Cotton-tail’s attention. She looked directly at us with a sly smile, then beckoned with her fingers, and smiled wide with an unspoken, “What are you waiting for, boys?” That broke the spell. The three of us got undressed as quickly as humanly possible and joined them.
Now, we aren’t shy around each other. We’ve shared girls three-on-one many times. Phil eased Mopsy aside and pushed his cock into Cotton-tail’s pussy. Taking hold of her hips, he started ramming into her. She moaned with appreciation into Flopsy’s pussy. Stan presented his dick to Flopsy, and she happily took it into her mouth. I moved to Mopsy and took hold of her tits, squeezing them gently. She lay down on her back and I got atop her and slid my hard rod into her damp muff.
I pounded away and continued groping her breasts, both of us grunting and moaning in pleasure. Cotton-tail came up for air as she screamed from orgasm, which gave Stan a chance to pull Flopsy away from her and take that sweet pussy for himself. He pulled the carrot out of her, tossed it aside, and replaced it with his eager cock. It landed near me, so I picked it up and offered it to Mopsy, who greedily licked the juices off it and ate it down while I continued pounding her.
I heard Phil grunt as he fired his load into Cotton-tail, and he must have sat back to rest because suddenly she was in front of me, lowering her cum-filled pussy onto Mopsy’s open and eager mouth. She squealed as Mopsy’s tongue went to work. That was too much for me, and I screamed out while unleashing my jism into Mopsy’s pussy. Then Flopsy pushed me aside and dove in after my cream pie, with Stan right behind her as he resumed fucking her from behind.
With that view in front of me, it took no time at all for my cock to recover. Likewise for Phil it seemed, since he pulled Cotton-tail off of Mopsy, gently pushed her onto all fours, and pushed his dick into her ass. I waited until Mopsy came hard from Flopsy’s licking, then I followed suit, pulling her away from Flopsy and taking her rear entry. Her tail twitched as I jammed it into her tight asshole. I saw Stan switch holes as well, and his and Flopsy’s moans increased in volume until they came, one right after the other. With all of us finally exhausted, we fell asleep right there, naked on the bear rug.
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The next morning, we began our ski adventures in earnest. We stuck together initially, but after a few runs we split up, each in search of his own perfect slope with one of the girls accompanying. Cotton-tail tagged along with me, Flopsy went off with Stan, and Mopsy accompanied Phil. We found some great runs, and the heli-lift got what promised to be some great footage. A few times I even didn’t need to make much of an effort to concentrate on the slope instead of Cotton-tail’s body.
As midday approached, a cliff caught me off guard and I went over the edge unprepared, making a spectacular plant into a snow bank. One for the wipeout compilation video to be sure. I can only assume that Cotton-tail made a perfect landing, since when she pulled me up I was the only one covered in snow. “Derek, are you okay?” she asked.
“Just perfect, thanks to you, baby,” I answered, pulling her in close so I could kiss her and grab her ass.
She returned the kiss for a bit, then pulled back and smiled. “Yes, you’re clearly feeling just fine. Ready for another run?”
“Actually, I feel like something low-key to help shake off that fall,” I said.
“It’s almost lunch time anyway, how about we hit one of the runs to the cabin?”
Yeah, I could eat. Maybe a sandwich followed by pussy. “Sounds perfect.” We summoned the heli-lift down to us and rode it up to the mountain overlooking the cabin, then skied straight down to it.
As we slid to a stop, Cotton-tail looked up and stared into space. “Mopsy, say again, I didn’t get all that,” she said, then paused, obviously listening to a built-in radio frequency. “Shit. Okay. Derek and I just arrived back at the cabin. We’ll head right out to you. Flopsy, head back to the cabin and get protocol epsilon ready.”
“What is it?” I asked. She ditched her skis and headed around to the back of the cabin. I followed suit.
“Phil went off course and managed to dunk himself in a mountain stream. We need to go pick them up. Get on,” she said, indicating the sled that was attached behind the snowmobile she had just mounted.
“What about the copters?” I asked.
“Too many trees where they are to land safely, and given his situation, there’s too much wind when you’re riding one. Have to do it this way,” she explained. I nodded and got on board. She started the engine and off we went. It was no short distance away, and I actually started to worry what condition we would find Phil in. Finally we got there, and Phil was on the ground naked with Mopsy lying on top of him. They weren’t fucking, of course, it was the proper first aid for the situation: remove the wet clothing and share body heat.
I ran over and grabbed Mopsy to pull her aside and get a look at Phil. “Whoa, she’s really warm,” I said, surprised.
Cotton-tail said, “She increased her metabolic rate to generate additional heat. She’s in sleep mode to dedicate all her resources to that purpose. At this point she’s already low on energy and what you felt will fade quickly. I need to do the same. Help me get them onto the sled, then I will join them. You drive back. Flopsy will tell you what to do from there.” I did as instructed and strapped the three of them down onto the sled, covered by a blanket. Cotton-tail fell unconscious as she initiated her emergency heat mode. I grabbed Phil’s clothes and gear, then mounted the snowmobile and let the GPS receiver guide me back to the cabin.
Flopsy and Stan were waiting for us. “Grab him, and follow me,” she said. We unloaded Mopsy and Cotton-tail onto the ground and then picked up Phil and brought him into the cabin. I wondered if they had some sort of hidden med bay in there, but Flopsy led us onto the back deck where she had the hot tub already going. She got in and helped us lower Phil in after her, then sat him down and snuggled up next to him to keep him from falling over. “Alright, good. Now, Stan, where I showed you.”
“Right,” he said. “The girls’ charging pads, we need to get the other two onto them.” Yep, that made sense.
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We ate a lonely lunch, just the two of us, then dropped down into the couches, a bit worn out from worry. We ended up falling asleep, because the next thing to happen was Mopsy waking us. It was already dusk outside. “How’s Phil doing?” Stan asked.
“See for yourself,” said Cotton-tail, who was looking out at the hot tub. Actually, we didn’t even need to see, we could hear them. The unmistakable moans and screams of sex.
“I guess he’s feeling better. No sense in letting him have all the fun,” I said, already halfway to the hot tub and already half naked. The other three shed their clothing as well and we all joined Flopsy and Phil.
I settled into the water and pulled Cotton-tail to me. She eased her tight pussy down onto my hard rod. Mopsy similarly settled into Stan’s lap, and now all three girls moaned their appreciation of our dicks inside them as they rode us and we fondled their tits, legs, and asses.