Aspen Sex Fest – Cg Brumby

©2011 Cowgirl Brumby All Rights Reserved

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From the Author:

WARNING: This story contains extreme adult content, very coarse language and sex scenes. Not recommended for persons under the age of 18.

This title was previously called Aspen Fuck Fest, but due to the extreme title of the book, I was asked to ‘modify’ it for sensitive viewers browsing through retailer’s catalogues.

Forgive me for changing the title. The story has remained unchanged.

I am only trying to keep everyone happy. I hope you will enjoy reading this controversial story as much as I did writing it.

Discarded ski suits were left scattered about the open plan log cabin, situated in the remote corner of the ski lodge, high up in the mountains. The same cabin had been frequented regularly over the years by visitors and guests, but this weekend it belonged to Greg and Molly. It was now their timeshare cabin and a welcomed excuse for a romantic getaway.

Greg had Molly down on all fours. The plush rug the two of them were copulating over was warmed by the dwindling fire. It did nothing to prevent friction burns on poor Molly’s knees from Greg’s manly assault on her wanting fuck hole. He ploughed his wife’s slippery cunt with all the vigour and stamina of a healthy sexual, twenty-nine year old man.

‘That’s it gorgeous. Take my cock,’ he groaned. His fingertips dug deeper into Molly’s fleshy ass and his ram rod of passion took pleasure in the sweet heavenly vice like grip of her core.

‘Fuck, Greg!’ Molly’s mass of blonde hair covered her face. She dug her fingernails into the loose fluffy pile of the shaggy rug. Her head bobbed and her modest breasts jiggled with every frenzied slam his thighs made against the back of hers. The sensation sent vibrations through her entire body; heightened by his powerful thrusting that caused his heavy ball sac to rock up and slap her throbbing clitoris.

‘Come on!’ Greg groaned like a wild man possessed.

‘Yes!’ Molly’s body ground against his, as the inevitable wave upon wave of blinding ecstasy took over and she came; showering him with her feminine fluids until she felt his own natural response warm her inside and out.

‘Fuck, Molly! Oh my god!’ Greg cried, as he shed his seed; pumping all he had in him to fill her up to the point where her cunt couldn’t hold anymore. He pulled his semi hard cock from her well fucked pussy and watched with satisfaction as his come ran out of her and dripped onto the rug.

Their blissful union was interrupted by a knock on the cabin door.

‘Shit!’ Whispered Molly; scrambling to gather her clothes.

‘Who the bloody hell could that be?’ Greg spat, tripping and fumbling about the room, trying to pull on his pants.

‘You go see who it is.’ Molly urged him before she took off to hide in the bathroom and clean herself up from their morning fuck fest.

‘Just a minute!’ Greg called out, wriggling into his tight fitting jeans, and carefully stuffed his semi hard-on in his pants. He quickly pulled on his sweater, ran his fingers through his dark dishevelled hair and opened the door.

‘Surprise!’

‘Mick! Where did you two come from?’ Greg was certainly surprised to see his business partner and a woman clinging to his arm dressed like a puffed up marshmallow in her white ski suit. Clearly, the brunette clinging to his sleeve was not Janice.

‘Sorry to interrupt your vacation mate, but I hear this lodge is exceptional, and the ski runs are world class.’

Greg couldn’t keep his eyes off the woman’s pretty exotic features and wondered how on earth Mick was going to get away with cheating on Janice? It took him a while to gather his thoughts.

‘Uh… Uh…’ He stuttered like an idiot. Molly saved him by opening the door wide. She had put her clothes back on and her hair was tidy once more. She pulled it back in a neat plat that hung over her shoulder.

‘Mick!’ Molly exclaimed. Leaning forward to hug and kiss him, she encouraged him and his ‘friend’ to come in. ‘Don’t stand out there in the cold. Get in here.’

Greg swallowed an impromptu elbow in the ribs from his wife and found his manners. ‘Yes. Do come in, please. We insist.’

‘Thanks, Greg ol’ boy.’ Mick said, with a wide toothy-grin, and slapped his business partner on the back. ‘This is my new secretary, Candice.’

‘Pleased to meet you,’ Molly politely shook the woman’s hand and helped her take her coat off. ‘Darling,’ she glanced at Greg, tipping her head in the direction of their interrupted coitus by the fire. ‘I think you might have to stoke-the-fire. Wouldn’t want it to go out completely,’ she winked at him. Once he understood her hidden meaning, he made a bee line for the fireplace to burn any incriminating evidence. He completely forgot about the used condoms they left lying on the floor, lounge and rug. Molly watched him quickly throw the used prophylactics into the fire while trying to distract their guests with small talk. ‘The reception told us earlier we were in for a bit of a cold night. So, where are you two staying?’

Mick gave a shrug and turned around just in time to see Greg throw something that was not a log on the fire. A grin spread across his face and he turned back to Molly. ‘With the two of you!’ The brazen, more experienced man announced.

Greg’s startled coughing fit made Molly realise he was choking back a response. She had to think quickly. ‘Oh? There aren’t any available cabins left that you might be able to spend the night in?’

Mick shook his head then wrapped each arm around Molly and Candice’s slender waists. ‘Sadly, no. I’m afraid you two are stuck with us for the night.’

Greg finally stopped his coughing fit and tried to back out of his guests’ forced visit. ‘We were planning on hitting the slopes today. We got a good dumping of snow last night here. Molly and I were hoping to make the most of it. Skiing conditions are always best after a storm – or so I hear.’ Greg came to stand beside his wife and possessively, but discreetly, took her in his arms and held her close. ‘So sorry about your plight. I think the next lodge a few miles down the road might still be open if you want to check them out. They might have a room available for you two.’

Mick shook his head. ‘Not an option old friend. The road has been closed. Candice and I were planning on leaving today, but that great dump we had here last night snowed everybody in. Once we checked out, our room was taken by someone else.’

‘Oh that’s terrible.’ Molly sympathised with Mick’s story and Greg knew his friend was up to no good. He tried to think of a way out of this. He didn’t want Mick and Candice staying in their cabin tonight. Greg didn’t want Mick getting drunk on schnapps and cracking onto his wife. He knew Mick couldn’t be trusted around women. He had the habit of taking whatever pleased him. Greg knew that same attitude was the reason their business partnership had been so successful, but his wife was off limits.

Mick sensed Greg’s unrest and gave him the same “don’t let me down” stare that he gave him at work whenever a huge contract was on the line.

Greg knew he was going against his better judgement, but didn’t have a choice. Mick owned fifty-one per cent of the company and he only owned forty-nine per cent. In a crazy way, even though they were business partners, Mick was his boss too.

‘All right.’ Greg sighed. He caved in. ‘The lounge converts to a bed. You both can stay, but only for the night. Tomorrow you’ll have to find your way home. Check out is at ten here, and we have to be gone by then too. Okay?’

Mick flashed Greg a lewd grin and thrust his hip into Candice. ‘Fine by me. Is that all right with you babe?’

Candice wasn’t a woman of many words. She simply giggled her reply and Mick plastered her mouth with what could best be described as nothing less than a passionate kiss.

‘I’ll suit up and the four of us can hit the slopes.’ Greg said. His pants stretched a little and his cock twitched while watching Mick stick his freakishly long tongue down Candice’s throat. The girl’s moans of delight were what caused the fire to grow in his loins, and want returned with renewed fervour for his wife. He quickly turned from the sight and almost knocked Molly down. He caught her from falling, but the closeness of her in his arms and the knowledge of their morning sex romp about the cabin proved to be his undoing. Despite the fact his friend and business partner were in the room, Greg grabbed a hold of Molly. His lips locked over hers. He became overwhelmed with passion.

‘Greg,’ Molly murmured between his rough urgent kisses. ‘We have guests.’

‘Fuck them.’ Greg grunted in reply, walking her backwards over to the lounge. He let her fall backwards over the armrest to land on the velvety soft suede fabric. He quickly removed his sweater followed by his restrictive jeans. His growing maleness had been constricted too long. He ached to be sheathed where he belonged; inside her fleshy, sticky warmth.

‘Oh, Greg!’ Molly gasped at the full sight of his bulging tool. Her body remembered every stroke his cock served her earlier – before they were interrupted. Her slippery cunt twitched with desire. The memory of how it felt when he filled her with his creamy male essence the last time they did it without protection still left her feeling aroused. The smell of sex lingered in the air when Greg pulled down her ski pants and prepared to mount her. He glanced over his left shoulder at his shocked business partner and grinned.

‘You kind of interrupted our fuck fest,’ he said. His voice dripping with animalistic desire and Mick knew that Greg was going to fuck Molly real good. Right in front of them!

Mick was surprised by his business partner’s exhibitionism. It was out of character for Greg, but then again, Mick had never seen Greg overcome with lust before. He became deeply affected by the erotic sight and grabbed his own powder puff girlfriend and headed for the rug in front of the fire-place.

Candice was quick to peel off her puffy parka and coveralls to reveal a tiny pink beaded G-string. Her perky tits sat high on her chest with erect rose coloured nipples that pointed toward the rafters of the log cabin. She straddled Mick, who was lying naked on the rug, and ground her moist mound down onto his thighs. She grabbed a hold of his growing tool in her soft little hand and began pumping it vigorously while frigging herself with her other.

Mick was preoccupied massaging her tits. Each hand was full of quivering young flesh. She moaned as his hot lips clamped down over her plump nipple and began to suckle at her teat. His tongue swirled around her areola and flickered across the hardened tip of her nipple until he got another deep throaty moan out of his newest secretary.

‘I think your new girl needs her pie hole filled, Mick.’ Greg grunted as he rammed his raging fuck pole deeply into his wife’s juiced-up cunt.

‘Ah! Oh! Mmm yes…’ Molly groaned, as Greg’s meat pounded her pussy for the fifth time that morning. She loved feeling full every time he rammed his rod inside her, stretching her tight hole to the point her pussy would finally clamp him so tight and accept his seed.

‘Come on Molly, show Mick what a dirty bitch you can be.’ Greg barked down at her and grabbed her legs. He threw them over his shoulder to raise her heart shaped ass off the couch so Mick could get a better view of her hole being fucked. ‘Watch my little wifey come, Mick. She’s a squirter.’

Mick’s cock grew hard watching Molly’s lightly haired, slick twat eat his partner’s meat. From down on the floor he felt his own hips begin pumping a robust rhythm into Candice’s soft palm, wishing her hand was Molly’s cunt. Greg was taunting him, but he was not the type of man to be taunted without seeking vengeance. Mick watched on as Greg pushed Molly to her climactic fountain finish; showering her husband’s cock with her copious feminine fluids that culminated in a cry of ecstasy. Mick could only imagine what her sweet juice tasted like. It would surely be the forbidden fruit for which he would readily sell his soul for, in a heartbeat.

‘Fuck!’ Mick groaned as his balls clenched and he felt he was about to come. ‘Don’t make me come yet!’ He demanded of Candice and she immediately pinched the tip of his cock to prevent his release. ‘Get off me.’ His mind was already working out a way to get his sample of Molly’s forbidden fruit. ‘Lean up against the lounge,’ he told her forcefully, as he tried to steady his breathing. ‘I want you to watch them fucking before I stuff your mouth.’

Candice obeyed and sat with her back to the lounge. Her head resting on the edge of the seat and she could see Greg’s impressive mass plough in and out of Molly’s snatch. His balls hung above her head and with each penetrating thrust, her face got showered in their love juice. Candice opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to lick Greg’s hairless scrotum. She was tempted to suck on his balls, but knew Mick wanted her pretty mouth for himself. He crouched over her and grabbed her behind the neck, drawing her spattered face to his. He licked her cheek, getting his forbidden sample of Molly, but it wasn’t enough. He let go of her and she got comfortable once again resting her head against the seat of the lounge. Mick drew erect and positioned his throbbing member in front of her face.

Candice flicked out her tongue to tease the head of his cock which she did with all the skill of an experienced street whore.

‘Go on.’ Greg urged his buddy. ‘Face-fuck that bitch.’

Mick grinned. ‘Only if you face fuck yours. I want to watch her swallow your entire length. I hope you can deep throat sweetheart.’ Mick winked at Molly who was on the verge of another orgasm.

‘Get your cock out of me Greg, and let’s show this prick what we can do.’ Molly panted, and Greg got off her trembling body. He was about to crawl around to the other side of the couch when Mick stopped him.

‘May I make a suggestion?’ He couldn’t hide his pleasure. His silly grin only grew wider. Candice licked his twitching cock with skill, teasing him to the point of insanity.

‘What?’ Greg asked. He helped Molly sit up. Her overflowing cunt juices spilled out to dribble down between her ass cheeks.

‘Get Molly to squat on the lounge above Candice, and you can feed a mouthful of your cock to the little woman while we watch from down here.’ Mick had alternative motives for wanting Molly in that open and exposed position.

‘Do as he says, Molly.’ Greg told his wife who obeyed. She squat above Candice’s head on the lounge, knees spread wide and she tilted her head back over the headrest of the lounge. Greg fed her his beefy cock and she swallowed him; savouring their love fluids on her tongue.

Mick supported himself with his hands on the seat of the lounge while pumping his little secretary’s mouth. Her throaty moans and sticky saliva served to intensify his experience. When he was certain Greg posed no threat to him from the other side of the couch, he made his move. He leant right over and gripped Molly by the ankles. Mick buried his face in her slicked up pussy. His tongue darted into her open wanting come-cave, and his lips nibbled at her throbbing clitoris.

Molly couldn’t stop Mick’s oral assault on her hot box. It heightened her pleasure and gave Greg the benefit of her throaty moans; probing his way down the back of her throat.

Greg opened his eyes and saw his wife being ground out by his partner. The only thing preventing him from knocking Mick’s block off was the blinding euphoria flooding his senses from Molly’s vibrating, throaty moans.

The four of them were coupled together like carriages of a run-away train; destination, unknown. He knew one thing was certain, and he needed to make that perfectly clear to Mick. After today it would never happen again. He didn’t want to find out later he’d been cuckolded by his business partner without his knowledge. At present, the given situation was win-win, and he didn’t mind too much. The erotic image, bound with the physical sensation, was too much for Greg and he came first; coating Molly’s throat in lashings of his warm spunk.

She gasped and gagged a little before he withdrew his length. She swallowed her mouthful before letting her own elated cry echo around the cabin walls.

Mick savoured the face full he received of Molly’s sweet forbidden juices. She came hard and showered him, quenching his thirst, but not his lust for her. He yanked his cock free of Candice’s lips and pulled Molly down. He was about to stuff her with his slick fuck-stick when Greg hauled Molly off the lounge and over his shoulder.

‘My wife. My fuck hole.’ Greg stared Mick down. ‘Do we have an understanding?’ Greg’s eyes were hostile. Mick understood their hidden meaning.

Mick reluctantly nodded. ‘What happens in the cabin stays in the cabin.’ He watched Greg carry Molly outside to roll around naked in the snow. He turned around to find Candice had joined them and sighed. ‘When in Rome.’ Mick shrugged, and ran out to join them in their snow bath. He’d bide his time and take his pound of flesh from his new secretary later.

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The following is a teaser to Taboo Lovers – also by Cg Brumby…..

Taboo Lovers © 2011 Cowgirl Brumby All Rights Reserved

Author Cg Brumby

Cover Korenic Designs

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Taboo Lovers ~ Cg Brumby ~ Flash Fiction

Jimmy and I shared a cigarette in the parking lot of a lookout, while the city lights softly glow and illuminate the deserted streets below. The wind rustled stiffly through the trees casting shadows all around, while the moonlight bathed us in enough light to show us the way. I exhaled my last drag on his cigarette from the corner of my lip before his masculine hand gently caressed the side of my cheek, drawing my head closer to his. Our lips met and his tongue voraciously explored my mouth as the explosive flavours of coffee, tobacco and breath mints buzzed between exchanges of our saliva. I heard the distant sound of a train rocketing past just below us before the vibrations of the noise sent a shiver up my spine. I couldn’t help but associate that sound with the vision of Jimmy’s throbbing manhood entering into my cave of wonder. It felt as though my urgent need for him was about to derail me.

I moaned into Jimmy’s mouth as he raised my legs around his hips and lifted my tight skirt above my waist. His sensual hands set my soul on fire as he wedged me against the large rock we were sitting on. My breath blew plumes of hot air into the cold night sky as he pulled apart the snap buttons on my pale blue shirt. My nipples reacted naturally as they were exposed to the cool night air. Jimmy ran his thumbs over my engorged nipples concealed just below the delicate black lace of my bra causing me to moan a little louder. His hips began a slow luxurious rhythm against mine and the firm bulge of his jeans teased my wanting cunt into releasing enough moisture to make my panties a sticky wet mess….

To continue reading, please head to your local online book store and search ‘Taboo Lovers’ by Cg Brumby today. Happy reading.