Chapter 1

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Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - He looked out the window at the tracks in the snow. The dog was out there and he needed something to distract his mind for the entire weekend. The arrival of his friends, a happily married couple, and a pair of sisters in need of male attentions drive the creature far away and out of sight.

I looked out the kitchen window at the fields of white and knew we had another snowstorm the night before. I started mumbling under my breath happy that I was alone and there was no one to witness my dismal descent into the darkness of despair.

Even though I was still a young man, I had the look of an oldster about me with my stumbling gait and my terrible habit of chewing my fingernails like I was desperate for some sort of sustenance. I saw the tracks in the snow coming up to the cabin and then the double lines when the Black Dog circled looking for a way inside. I have to admit I was a bit frightened because I had never seen the dangerous creature and I had a premonition that if I were to see him it would the end of me once and for all.

I started counting backwards from one hundred just to distract my thoughts from the dreaded encounter. I saw the photo of my Gwen sitting in the ski-lift with her face almost hidden by the fur-lined parka. When I was with Gwen I never had that intense fear of the Black Dog, but I had to face up to the fact that my Gwen would never cross that doorway ever again. The name on my front door was Harry Anderson and I hoped that one day it would say, "Harry and Gwen Anderson" but that looked most unlikely at this juncture.

Gwen had been my salvation when I was drifting aimlessly from one sex-crazed grad student to another looking for the right combination of spirited independence and obedient submissiveness when taking what was dished out was the best course of action for both partners. Not that I was some sort of pervert or anything like that. It was just that I was a bit old-fashioned and believed that nubile females should toe the mark at certain times just to give the impression that they had ceded control to the dominant male partner. At other times, I was willing to be more accommodating in all matters related to sexual pleasure depending on my partner's desires and needs. Well, all of that was behind me now because I had committed the unforgivable sin of sleeping with two sisters at the same time and had no excuse when they confronted me with verifiable proof of my lack of loyalty with photos and love letters that I knew would be certain to get me into terrible trouble at some time in the future. I was still shocked that the day of reckoning arrived so quickly because I hoped my subterfuge would at least last a bit longer.

I had hidden the bottles of Vodka when I was falling down drunk and could not remember when I had placed them. I searched high and low and never even came close. I knew it was a total loss but I still kept looking just so I didn't have to admit how dumb it made me feel. Fortunately, I had stashed a collection of little bottles of almost every drink imaginable. I figured I could start with the wines and then gradually lead up to the hard stuff later on. I knew if my sister was here she would be laughing her ass off at me searching in all the corners and even down in the damp root cellar like in a horror story about ghosts and goblins.

Of course, the snowmobile was always there for an emergency exit but I was loath to resort to it because it would be an admission of defeat. I was hoping that the promised visit from the Johnsons would help solve my booze problem because they always brought a supply of gin with them wherever they decided to visit having mutual problems of fearing isolation without enough booze to carry them through. It flashed thru my mind that I might be flirting with alcoholism but I pushed that out of my brain because I knew I had been a much heavier drinker in my youth and it never became an addiction with me. Now I drank just because I liked it and often went several days with a drop underscoring the fact I was not hooked. Most of my friends were big time beer drinkers but I rarely touched the stuff even when it was free. Still, it was good to be on guard because it was the sort of thing that could sneak up you without warning and bite you right in the ass.

I was certain that my biggest challenge was the feeling of depression which seemed to wash over me like a Tsunami unexpectedly without warning.

The sound of snowmobiles coming up from the valley down below brought me out to the front porch and I saw that it was the Johnsons with a pair of young girls sitting in the back seat. It was enough to drive any thoughts about that Black Dog away and I discarded Gwen from my memory at the same time. Now if they only brought the Gin with them, it promised to be a smashing weekend.

I have to admit that Jenny Johnson looked an awful lot like Gwen but I tried not to think about that and asked her how her book on American History was coming along. That was always a key to getting her talking non-stop and just sit back relaxing watching her lips move in interesting patterns with lots of tongue action to arouse my normal male temperature gauge up a notch or two. The two girls were called Nancy and Naomi and they were sisters but about two years apart and not twins even though they looked like identical twins to me.

The girls were old enough to drink but they professed a dislike for Gin which meant that there was more for Jenny, Ralph and me to share. They were all enthusiastic about the cases of beer in the basement that I kept mostly for visitors and not for my own consumption. They asked me about the brand but I told them the water was all from melted snow and had no chemicals at all. That way they both felt they were doing a service to the environment by drinking the stuff and purifying their attractive nubile bodies as the same time. I found myself wondering what they would look like in bikinis in the hot tub on the back porch. I knew that the Johnsons and I would be eventually finding out way back to it and I always enjoyed rubbing thighs with Jenny who preferred to bathe "au natural".

I fired up the grill and broke out some steaks that I had been saving for a rainy day.

Naomi informed us in a serious tone of voice that she was a "Vegetarian" and I watched her sister shake her head in disgust like she was from some other planet.

I assured the apologetic young girl that I had a good supply of carrots, onions and sweet potatoes all ready to be grilled to perfection. She thanked me with her soulful eyes and I right away tried to picture her looking up at me the same way with her mouth crammed full of "Harry Anderson" special. It was a bit rough even for me and I smiled back to reassure her I was totally sincere in meeting her vegetarian needs.

Jenny, Ralph and I were working on our third Gin and Tonic when Jenny suggested we fire up the hot tub after we finished eating. Both Ralph and I were onboard for that immediately and the two girls perked up their ears at the mention of "hot tub".

"Do you have a hot tub, Mister Anderson?"

I was fairly certain it was Naomi who asked that question but I couldn't be completely sure.

"We sure do and it will be ready right after we put away our food. It really helps to get the old metabolism working on high gear and keeps those pounds off hips."

The two girls giggled and told me that they didn't bring any suits with them.

Jenny broke in right away and told the girls,

"We are all friends here girls. There are no nosy neighbors and birthday suits are perfectly fine providing you girls behave yourself."

Both Naomi and Nancy were really giggling now and I guess they were with the program because they looked like they were in an all-fire hurry to get through eating as fast as possible. I noticed that it took a lot of beer to help wash down the food for both of them and that they were sort of slurring their conversation in between the giggles. Jenny looked at me and grinned and I guess she was reading my mind about nailing one or both of the pretty young things before the weekend was over. I didn't care because I was sure old Ralph was thinking the exact same thing as well.

I eased off the gin without Jenny or Ralph noticing because I wanted to be at my maximum ability to give pleasure when we finally got down to serious business in the hot tub. I really liked the fact that there were three females for Ralph and I to share and I knew that I needed my wits about me in order to score with all three if possible. I had a thing for Jenny for a long time and about all I had accomplished so far were some tentative explorations of her mouth with my tongue and some careful insertions of my little pinky up her pretty tight pucker when she allowed me free range of her backside. Her husband Ralph was aware of my interest but he didn't seem to mind because he was screwing any graduate student silly enough to bend over in front of him. I desperately wanted to introduce Jenny to my technique of deep thrusting and skillful manipulation of those seldom reached corners of the vagina that a horny female needs attended by a person other than a boring husband.

I knew that Jenny was a very oral person because she often kissed and licked my ears and my fingers like she wanted me to understand how it would be if I ever got lucky enough to her head down between my legs for a session of dick-sucking Jenny-style. I could tell from Ralph's up-tight attitude that he seldom received her attentions in that area and I suspected she reserved it for strangers and married friends who would pose no danger to her marriage.

Right after I poured Jenny her fourth gin and tonic, she stood up and started shedding clothes on her way out back to the hot tub. The two girls were giggling non-stop but I could tell they were excited because they were starting to fondle each other in a way that was usually reserved for lovers and not best friends. I stripped off my shirt and started to get rid of my trousers hoping that our movement to the hot tub would intrigue the girls enough to cause them to follow.

I noticed that the sly dog Ralph was already behind both girls starting to help them out of the clothing and that they were not objecting to his prompting letting him run his greedy hands over their goodies like he was buying tomatoes to make into a nice salad for dinner. I was completely naked by the time I reached the hot tub and I saw that Jenny was presenting her bare bottom to my perusal knowing that I was a completely anally fixated ass-man.

It was obvious that Ralph was engrossed in his interaction with the two sisters and I took advantage of his absence to run my hand up between Jenny's legs and frig her slit and her rear opening at the same time. She groaned out her pleasure and smiled at me over her shoulder excited at the fact that her husband was just outside the doorway and might discover her naughty actions any moment. I could feel how wet she was already and she had not even sunk into the warm waters of the tub as yet. Her hand snaked down to my cock and she stroked me with a tender motion that made me harder if that was possible under the circumstances. My pre-cum started leaking onto her fingers and she took her hand up to her lips and licked it off with a provocative look that promised depraved action to follow.

We both separated just as her husband Ralph and the two girls Nancy and Naomi entered the hot tub area all without a single stitch of clothing. Ralph's huge cock was swinging left and right and the two girls both sported impressive boobs that exhibited aroused nipples probably already licked into hardness by Ralph's eager tongue.

It was beginning to look like a very interesting weekend ahead and I was certain the Black Dog was in full retreat because my happy face was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

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