Girl Posse Skis Aspen – Highlands Pt. 05

Girl Posse Ski Aspen - Highlands Revisited

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Today's quotes to ponder are:

"There is nothing in the world like going out onto an untouched, open, virgin mountain slope drenched under a thick blanket of new powder snow. It gives a supreme feeling of freedom and mobility. A great sense of flying, moving anywhere in a great white paradise." ~ Hans Gmoser

It's tough to make predictions, especially about the future. ~ Yogi Berra is a famous American sports philosopher known for his witticisms.

When I call, the Posse comes. I'm Nikki Madison, and I'm the Girl Posse Leader. The Posse plays and parties together. This week, we have gathered in Aspen to ski and frolic in one of the world's most famous ski areas.

We play by our own rules, and even then, there are not many rules. No means no, and an open door is an invitation to join. And the Posse shares. One would say we are all very good friends with benefits. And the Posse are independent women capable of making their own decisions to living by the consequences.

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This story contains sexual activities and situations between consenting adults. All characters are above the age of eighteen. Any similarity to any individual, living or deceased, or location is coincidental and unintended.

Each story will be told in the first person; however, there are eight days in our week, and eight women are members of the Aspen Posse. I am planning eight viewpoints - nine stories. Today's story will be told from Harper's viewpoint. But first, Bay, will finish Day Five! Harper and the Posse return to Aspen Highlands.

What's Been the Best Fifteen Minutes of Your Day So Far?

I awoke suddenly. A warm smile crossed over my face. I instantly remembered the pleasure I had just shared with Olivia and Nikki the night before. I was indeed happy. We were under the bed covers, and I could feel a slight chill, so I pulled Olivia in tighter. Nikki was not in bed with us. Olivia and I were alone.

Olivia's hips snugly fit against my body. I loved the feel of her body; It felt very natural. I could easily get used to this. I could feel the heat of Olivia's body against mine. It was a splendid feeling, and it was now my turn to pleasure Olivia.

As I moved closer, Olivia unconsciously rolled into me. Olivia, with her eyes closed, lay her head quietly on my chest, and our naked bodies were intertwined. Her breasts rose and fell against my own, silently breathing heavily. I felt very content at that very moment, but I wanted more of this lovely creature.

I softly ran my fingers in circles around her earlobe and delicately traced the outer lobe of her ear. My fingers slid smoothly down her neck. I am not in a rush, and I take my time. I gently kissed and licked her lower lobe. As I softly blow into her ear, I nibble on her ear. I feel her body twist; I am holding her body tight against me. I don't want to wake her, well, not yet anyway.

Olivia unconsciously tightens her arms around my waist. Her left eye opens slightly. She smiles; I smile back as I lower my head to kiss her. Turning my head slightly, I gently suck on her upper lip, blowing warm air at the same time. When I let go of her lip, I feel the heat building between us. It feels good.

I tenderly pulled Olivia's body, so we were lying on our sides, face to face. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly and pressing us closer. We kiss passionately. My hand cupped the underside of her breast, gently caressing her perky mound, and my fingers discovered her nipple. I gently rubbed the now-hardening nipple with my thumb and finger. Olivia tenderly released more soft whimpers. I whispered, "Relax, sweetie, I can't get enough of you."

My fingers were exploring her perky boobies, gently caressing her bare skin. I could feel Olivia's body tighten to my touch. With my mouth and tongue, I explored her neck, her shoulders, and her breasts. I was mesmerized by Olivia's soft, smooth skin.

Positioning my body in front of Olivia, I straddled her; my chest was dangling over Olivia's body and with two fingers on each boob, she playfully tweaked my nipples. I lowered my body into her face, and her tongue found my left nipple. She twirled her tongue around my areola; it was my turn to whimper.

Moving down her torso, she gradually fell flat on the bed, slightly propping her legs and knees. My hand tenderly explored further down her flat stomach. Olivia lifted her legs, spreading them slightly, and gave me free access to her sex. Her bare pussy was glistening, and I could feel her wetness. My fingers gently caressed her mons; her clitoris hardened at my touch, and the frequency of her whimpers increased rapidly.

Blowing warm air, I brushed my mouth across her outer lips; using my tongue, I easily parted her labia, giving me the taste of her pussy. It was sweet and delicious. As I pushed my tongue further inside her sweetness, I wanted more, needed more. My tongue smoothly covered the length of her luscious lips to her clit. Olivia's body bounced slightly at the shockwave created by my swooshing tongue. To ease her sensations, I made softer kisses against her smooth skin.

Olivia's body was glistening, trembling in tune with each gentle kiss, and she squirmed as my tongue and mouth explored every inch of her inner thighs. To hold her still, I gently held the sides of her thighs, pulling her legs even wider. Pressing my face and mouth closer, my tongue licked and twirled around her swollen clitoris. Olivia was on the edge; her breathing was heavier, and more moans followed her moans.

As her lower body squirmed and twisted, I increased my tongue movements on her mons. She screamed, "Oh, Oh, Oh!" calmly followed by a second wave, "Oh, Oh, Oh!" Her body was pulsating, and her fluid flowed. I buried my head between her thighs, and I eagerly lapped up all I could. I, too, was close, but at the moment, this was all about Olivia's pleasure.

Olivia pulled my body up to lie next to her; Olivia kissed me, " Bay, hold me! Thank you for the tender wake-up call." We embraced. I snuggled in behind her. Her booty was nestled in my crotch.

Outside the room, we could hear Nikki returning, "Wake girls, we're skiing at Highlands today, and the first SUV leaves in 30 minutes." Entering the room, she sees both of us snuggling under the covers. Giggling, she remarked, "I leave you for ten minutes and you have hot and heavy sex! Get dressed bitches!"

We Get Ready In Thirty Minutes - Harper's Ready

I'm ready to go; the others are lagging. So, I guess I have to take on the role of Cruise Director. No one's prepared to leave. Everyone's acting like they were overserved last night. Pepper left with Eric and Dirk and arrived back here early this morning.

Clare, Willow, and I came back with Martin and Robert, two guys from California. They told me where, but I can't remember. We hung out in the hot tub, but they didn't stay long. They were more into Willow, but she eventually lost interest in them, so they left hurriedly. However, it might have been something Clare said or did. I don't remember that either. I will ask her later.

Finally, everyone's dressed and ready. Eager might not be as appropriate. The slopes off the Exhibition, Cloud Nine, and Loge's Peak chairs are our targets today. If we get separated, we'll meet at the Cloud Nine Alpine Bistro at one o'clock. That's the plan.

Pepper, Bay, and Clare ventured off to the Steeplechase section immediately off Loge Peak; lots of Expert runs that merged into the Temerity Chair lift. Harper, Willow, Nikki, Olivia, and Heather stuck to the original plan. The chairs are high-speed quads, so there was always an out person; sometimes we split into three and two; sometimes we had no choice. On one run down the Memory Lane trail, we got separated. No one saw me fall, so by the time I reached the chair, I was several chairs behind the Posse.

Every Woman For Themselves

At the top of the chair, they went right back down Exhibition, and I went left to catch the Loge Peak Chair. Blanchard, the guy beside me on the quad, followed me to Loge Peak. He was cute, with a southern accent, and he chatted me up. He persuaded me to take a few runs in the Olympic Bowl area before lunch.

He convinced me by saying, "Harper, a few slopes still have powder, a little crusted, but they are nice and smooth runs. Are you game?"

I readily agreed and off we went. I had time before our meet-up at Cloud Nine, so it didn't take much arm-twisting from Blanchard. Only a few of the runs were Double Diamonds.

Blanchard and I kept skiing the Bowls and reached the top of Cloud Nine just after twelve. We had time for one more run. We missed the cutoff for the Cloud Nine chair, ending up on the Moment of Truth trail, one of Highlands' most exciting slopes. Unfortunately, the trail feeds to a flat catwalk, which requires time to maneuver. Two skiers had no business on the Moment of Truth trail or even the catwalk.

When we finally reached the Exhibition Chair, it was after our Cloud Nine meet-up time, so I sent Willow a text, 'So sorry Babe, I'm at the base of Highlands. I'm having lunch in the Village. Catch up with you guys after lunch.'

Willow replied, 'Who's the guy?'

I instantly replied, 'His name is Blanchard. You'll like him!'

She replied with a 'Thumbs up!"

Let Me Tell You A Little Secret

Blanchard and I had lunch at the Willow Creek Bistro in the Village. I giggled as they seated us by the window. Blanchard asked me, "Harper, what's so amusing?"

Now, laughingly nervously, I hesitated, what version do I tell him, so I just blurted it out, "Blanchard, do you want the whole story or the abbreviated one?"

Being a gentleman, he replied, "Whatever makes you comfortable!"

I promptly responded, "Blanchard, let's go with the full version. I don't want to spring any surprises on you. You're cute and extremely nice." I paused, then continued, "I'm here with seven good female friends, and one of the friends is my Significant Other. Her name is Willow."

Blanchard peered at me a little awkwardly, adding, "I get the connection to the restaurant. But if you have a girlfriend, why are you here with me and not her?

Pausing, I replied, 'Blanchard, that's a fair question... "

But before I could respond, he interrupted, "Harper, you're one of the hotties that I have seen skiing together today? I only saw five of you?"

I remarked, "Blanchard, there are eight. We call ourselves the Girl Posse, and we meet periodically in various locations. Several girls are from the East Coast, two from San Francisco, and one from Chicago. Willow and I live in Dallas."

He replied, " Okay, I understand. I live in Atlanta, and I'm here with a few friends. But why aren't you with your girlfriend now? Mind you, I'm not complaining, but I find it odd. "

"Let me try to explain. The Posse plays and parties together." I paused, took two deep breaths, adding, " And we share each other. One would say we are all good friends with benefits."

Blanchard's jaw dropped. He remarked, "Say that again? "

I repeated what I just said, adding, "We play by our own rules. We are all unique in our own ways, and some of us are a little different than the other girls."

Blanchard stared at me with a perplexed look. He was speechless, trying to figure out what I was telling him.

Having had this conversation before, I just played my cards, remarking, "Yes, Blanchard, I have a secret in my panties!"

Blanchard mumbled, "You're a chick with a dick, but you have boobies?" He was a little agitated, perhaps more nervous. He kept shaking his head. We sat in silence for a few moments. I hesitated, but I placed my hand over the top of his. He did not push me away.

He responded, "Harper, to say that I am astonished is an understatement. I had no idea. You are stunning, and the fact that you are a transwoman renders me speechless."

I could not sense what he was thinking or feeling, so I played all my cards. "Blanchard, most likely after lunch, the Posse will ski Golden Horn. Perhaps, we will have a few cocktails at the Highland Alehouse or head directly back to our chalet. If you and your buddies want to join us, that would be fun. If not, I'll understand!" I paused, then added, "Blanchard, I'm not the only transwoman." I snickered, adding, "BTW, the entire Posse is not trans!"

After lunch, Blanchard paid, and we parted ways. He took the Exhibition chair to the Merry-Go-Round to meet up with his buddies, and I took the Thunderbowl chair to get a few runs on Golden Horn. Before he left, Blanchard kissed me on the cheek, adding, "Harper, how can I let you know?" We exchanged cell phone numbers.

I texted Willow, 'I'm skiing Golden Horn.'

She replied, 'We're still at Cloud Nine. We'll meet up in a bit! Are you with the guy?'

I responded, 'I'm alone. He knows. He may or may not show! He's catching up with his buddies.'

She replied, 'Gotcha. His loss! See you soon, Babe.'

It's Warm and Sunny on Golden Horn

Finishing up a hard day's skiing on the Golden Horn slopes is exciting. When it's warm and sunny, it's the best - a terrific way to wrap up your day. The Posse showed up in twos. Willow and Heather arrived first, followed soon by Olivia and Nikki. Pepper, Clare, and Bay. As a group, the Posse took several runs on Golden Horn.

We were eight stunningly gorgeous women schussing and cruising. Laughing and just having a good time. Once we declared that this was our last run for the day, we found some seats outdoors at the Alehouse. The Posse settled in to relax and enjoy the sunshine. From the wine list, Nikki selected a few tasty Chardonnays from California; the white wine flowed.

Blanchard and his buddies, Bennett and Beau, did show. Perhaps more out of curiosity, or maybe they wanted to live a fantasy. The Posse had an unwritten pact: No one reveals who is trans and who is not. My secret was out, but for the others, we kept the Southern boys guessing.

The Southern boys mingled, enjoying the Posse's lively party atmosphere. Pepper took a liking to Bennett, and he seemed captivated by her. The boys accepted our invitation to join us at the Chalet. Since they had taken the Resort shuttle, we loaded their gear onto one of the SUVs and headed back to the Chalet. This party was just getting started.

Hot Tub Or Bust

When we arrived back at the chalet, Olivia, Bay, and Nikki prepared some munchies. Willow and Clare took drink orders. We opened a few bottles of wine, and I made a few Italian Spritzers. Pepper and Heather took the guys onto the Deck, heating the hot tub and the outdoor propane heaters. Blanchard, Bennett, and Beau settled in around the fire pit. It was nice and toasty outside. I brought the guys drinks and sat in one of the chairs beside Blanchard. Pepper and Heather went back inside.

Beau, the more outgoing of the trio, spoke first, " Are all the girls available, or are they already hooked up with another girl?"

Giggling, I replied, "Beau, we all misbehave; the level of our kink and naughtiness varies. We share, and yes, several of us are here with our S. O." I paused, adding,

" That's not an obstacle. We are all good friends with benefits. His face expressed his disbelief.

Bennett, chuckling to himself, mumbled, "Someone pinch me!" We all laughed, although the guys' laughs were nervous laughs.

Blanchard spoke, "If I may ask, Harper, who besides you is a transwoman? Everyone, including you, is gorgeous." A question I anticipated, but before I could answer, Nikki and Bay placed the munchies on the side tables. Willow brought out the wine.

Nikki overheard the question and directed her response to Blanchard, " Blanchard, right, I'm sure Harper has told you, the Posse has an unwritten pact - no one reveals who is trans and who is not! If she wants to on her own, that's cool." Nikki paused, glancing at the hot tub, she added, " Anyone's secret will soon be revealed, once they're naked! "

Chuckling, Bay interjected, "Remember, guys, our rules are limited, but a No is a firm no!" She teasingly blew a kiss!

Willow snickered, "And boys, the everyone includes you too." Willow had already removed her ski sweater, pulled her Cami undershirt over her head, revealing her gorgeous boobies, encased in her black mid-cup bra. She then wiggled out of her boots and sleek ski pants. In her sheer G-string, showing off her dancer's body, she posed for the guys, adding, "Anyone care to join me in the hot tub?" She grabbed her wine and quickly slipped into the tub.

Beau, who didn't have to be asked twice, stripped naked and hurriedly joined her. I didn't get a good look at his cock. Although they didn't leave their chairs, Bennett and Blanchard's eyes remained focused on Willow's near-perfect booty. They were mesmerized, and I understand fully. Her body might captivate you, but it's Willow's charm, along with her mind, that awestruck me.

Nikki glanced at Bay, "Bay, let's go change." She then added, "We'll be right back!"

It Feels Like a Parade - Coming and Going.

Heather was the first to rejoin us on deck. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt, but underneath, I'm positive she's sporting a bikini. It was almost like a parade. Olivia returned wearing a camisole ski top, sans bra, and a sexy string bikini bottom. Her nipples were visible through the top. She sat next to Bennett.

Clare and Pepper were wearing matching, tight high-cut one-piece swimsuits. Clare was carrying a tray of Italian spritzers. Her suit was red, and Pepper's was black. Their slim crotch area fit snugly over their cocks, and their bulges confirmed that both were transwomen. The tightness of their suits left nothing to anyone's imagination. Pepper always seems to flaunt her goods and stands right next to Blanchard. Her cock was at his eye level. Clare gave both guys their drinks.

I discreetly caressed Blanchard's legs, though his ski pants. His bulge was visible pressing against the tight fabric. I remarked, "Just be patient, Dude, all of the secrets will be revealed.

Nikki and Bay rejoined. Both were wearing their swimsuits. Nikki was hidden under your T-shirt; Bay's red bikini top was visible, but her bikini bottom was covered by a wrap-around tied at her waist. Bay instantly joined Willow and Beau in the hot tub. Nikki sat next to me.

Clare and Pepper joined the girls and Beau. As she entered the hot tub, Clare turned toward Bennett, "Hey, Dude, do you want to join us?"

He promptly replied, "Sure!" and instantly removed his ski clothes, tossing them on one of the nearby chairs. Bennett is tall, fit, and trim, and his package is nicely proportionate. He's not a enormous as Pepper, but his cock looks delicious. Once in the hot tub, he sat between Clare and Pepper.

Blanchard, watching all this take place, remarked, "That's out of character. When you think you know someone, they throw you a curveball. "

I whispered, "Blanchard, you would be surprised the effect transwoman have on straight men. " I hesitated, adding, "I'm not positive of your persuasion, but you seem to be running away from me!" Blanchard took two deep breaths and nodded to confirm my statement.

I overheard Olivia whisper to Nikki, "Babe, let's go to bed, I want your cock inside me tonight. I miss it!" Olivia and Nikki left the deck together.

Heather took Bay a cocktail refill. They also went inside together, and they also didn't return.

Willow and Beau seemed to have paired off, and Bennett was mesmerized by Pepper and Clare.

Blanchard and I were all alone on the deck. We were both still fully clothed. I'm like my S. O. Willow, I'm not bashful, especially when I know what I want. My eyes met Blanchard's. " Okay, remember the either/or game we played at the restaurant? He nodded, then I added, "Do you want to get undressed here and hop in the hot tub, or would you prefer to get undressed upstairs?"

He promptly replied, "Harper upstairs works for me." I held out my hand, and Blanchard grabbed it; we promptly went upstairs.

Blanchard Was Reluctant At First

We went into my shared bedroom with Willow. She'll use the spare room.

Once inside the room, I turned to face Blanchard. He stood at the doorway, anxiously staring at me. At this juncture, I wasn't sure if he was having second thoughts. Eventually, he moved closer and wrapped his hands around my waist just above my hips. He pulled me in closer, resting his hands and arms around my waist.

I wanted to kiss him, but he seemed reluctant to do so. His hands never left my waist. I pushed the back of my head against his chest, and I softly sighed as he held me tighter. Blanchard's hands were firm.

Blanchard leaned in to nibble the back of my neck, and I moaned at his touch. My body was tingling with each soft peck on the nape of my neck, then my earlobe. I turned on the stool to face him. He moved in for a kiss, and I tilted my head to receive his mouth on mine, kissing him back.

Pulling away slightly, I whispered, "Careful, big guy. Are you sure you're okay? You will get more than you bargained for if you keep that up!"

He just smiled, staring directly into my eyes, he whispered, "Harper, there is something about you that is wonderfully wicked and sexy. Your smile captivates me." He has all the right words. I kissed him back, this time more passionately. Blanchard returned my kiss just as passionately. My heart was racing. I could feel the heat coming from his body.

Time to Get Naked

Blanchard was now caressing my boobies through my ski sweater, and I raised my arms in the air for Blanchard to help me out of my sweater. It was constricting Blanchard's access to my boobies, and I wanted to feel his hands on my nakedness.

Underneath, I wore a camisole top. It was tight and conformed to my body. Blanchard struggled, finally flipping the Cami and sweater to the floor.

Blanchard just stared at my breasts. His lower lip dropped. My boobies are not perfect, but they are impressive. I quickly unhooked my bralette. With my firm implants, I don't need a bra, but it feels feminine to wear one when you finally have breasts. Blanchard kept staring; finally, he gently caressed the underside of each breast. I whimpered at his soft touch.

My nipples became hard at his touch. He leaned in to wrap his mouth around my right nipple, flicking his tongue in a circle. I moaned. The heat in my body was building. I wanted his bare skin next to me, but Blanchard was still fully clothed. As I backed away slightly, I whispered, "Let's get you naked!"

Together, we unzipped his ski pants, dropping them to his ankles, and I helped him take off his ski sweater and his wicky undershirt. His chest is hairy and very muscular. Our upper torsos were both bare. I ran my fingers across Blanchard's muscular chest. And he now was only wearing wicky tights that silhouetted his aroused cock. I hurriedly pulled at the hem, freeing his bobbling circumcised cock.

Blanchard pulls his tights down his legs as I sit on the edge of the bed to easily slip out of my tight ski pants. Blanchard dropped to his knees to help me, but instead, she started to lick his way down my bare stomach, and I leaned back on the bed, giving him full access to my body. He kissed and pecked and licked his way all over my upper torso. His hands were still cupping my boobies. I sensed that he was reluctant to take the next big step that awaited him.

It was now or never. Raising my hips, I hurriedly pulled on the top hem of my ski pants and my black wicky tights. My aroused cock was now flapping in Blanchard's face. Blanchard eyes went from my cock, up to my eyes, then back to my cock. To tease him, I shook my booty, making my throbbing cock a moving target.

I then giggled, remarking, "Blanchard, sweetie, are you surprised that I could hide this cock in my ski pants?" I paused, waiting for him to speak. Instead, he looked back into my eyes.

I giggled, adding, " Blanchard stop staring and start sucking!" His hand reached out to touch me, but stopped. I realized that I may have said the wrong words. "Blanchard, let me help you!"

I patted the bed, directing him to sit beside me. I remembered my first time, I didn't want him to now run for the hills, so I slowly moved his hand to my inner thigh, guiding his fingers around my thighs, then softly whispered, "Blanchard if had a pussy, what would you do now?" Blanchard smiled and nodded his head. Blanchard has sucked pussy, but clearly not cock before.

Is It Better to Give than Receive?

Blanchard's hesitation now turned to action. He knelt and dropped his head into my crotch, and I spread my legs wider to give him better access. He rested his hands on my hips. Blanchard, trying to say all the right things, remarked, "Harper, your skin is so soft and smooth!" He gently ran his fingers slowly along my inner thigh, and his tongue followed.

Breathing warm air, Blanchard placed several soft kisses on my skin, followed by little bites. When he twirled his tongue, my body tingled. As I squirmed, my soft whimpers turned to moans.

He looked into my eyes, seeking guidance, and I whispered, "Squeeze my ball sack with your fingers and gently kiss my balls." My cock twitched at his touch and my moans quickened. Blanchard, for the first time, seemed to be enjoying himself, and he surprisingly ran his mouth up my fully aroused shaft. I whispered again, "Blanchard, now twirl you tongue around my cock head." When he did, my moans became louder. And when he did, Blanchard began to moan, too.

I sensed that I was on the edge, but I wanted his first time to last, so I again whispered direction, "Blanchard squeeze the base of my cock." I felt his palm squeeze my shaft. A little harder than I expected. I gasped and mumbled, "Not so tight! Gentle but firm, big boy." Blanchard was a quick learner, releasing his tight grip.

Blanchard was now relaxed and getting into cock sucking. It's powerful once you realize the control you have over the receiver's pleasure. But apparently he has seen too many porno movies, as he tried to deep throat me. I was amused because

I knew there was no way that he would be successful on his first try. Too much, too soon!

But he did anyway, and on his first attempt, he tried to slide his mouth down my shaft. When my cock abruptly pushed against the back wall of mouth. That alone surprised him, and his teeth inadvertently dug into the tender skin on my shaft.

I shrieked. And when I did Blanchard gagged on my cock, and unconsciously pulled his head back, and released his fingers from the base of my shaft. Instinctively, his mouth hovered back over my cock and Blanchard was not quick enough to regain his grip. That's all I needed; my cream spurted all over his face, down my shaft, and onto my stomach.

I was amused, but I couldn't show it. Instead, I cleaned Blanchard's face with my tongue, swirling my cream into my mouth. I thought about sharing, but then changed my mind. I whispered, "Yummy!" Making a gurgling sound, I swallowed all of my cream. We kissed.

A Good Deed Deserves...

I sat up and swiftly pushed Blanchard onto his back. His fully aroused cock was ready to be sucked. It was throbbing in my face. But I was going to be in complete control, so I rapidly squeezed his shaft tight with three fingers. Blanchard wasn't going to cream until I let him.

I whispered, "Blanchard your cock is gorgeous!" It was glistening in pre-cum and with my other hand I smeared his pre-cum all over his cockhead. Leaning forward my mouth covered his chiseled cock head. I love the taste of a man's pre-cream.

Blanchard was going to learn by example. I needed to show him, and teach him

how to expertly suck a hard cock. He moaned as soon as my mouth was on his molded helmet. I twirled my tongue around the circumcised head. His cock was not huge, clearly not bigger than mine; it sure was tasty. I swooshed my mouth and tongue all over his cock, slowly inching down his stiff shaft.

Blanchard's body tensed; he was breathing heavily, trying to stymie his moans. When he closed his eyes, his hands rested on my shoulders. I let his cock momentarily pop out of mouth, only to be stuffed back in. I did this several times, twirling his cock head each time with my tongue and then kissed my way up then down his shaft. I never released my firm grip on the base. I had Blanchard on the edge.

My cock was throbbing again too. I reached down with my right hand, gently stroking my hardness.

Blanchard finally let out a loud moan. I instinctively released my grip on the base. I closed my lips tightly around his shaft of his cock, and carefully gummed my teeth. I wanted to catch every last drop. Blanchard screamed, "Oh, Oh, Oh!" as he ejaculated. I swallowed it all.

His second spurt caught me by surprise, but I was able to swallow most of his cream, letting a little leak out of my mouth. I twirled my tongue over the drip, bringing Blanchard's tasty juices back into my mouth.

This time, I wanted him to taste his own cream, so I quickly loaded two fingers. I pushed my loaded fingers into Blanchard's mouth. He eagerly licked my fingers dry.

My Turn Again!

I was ready to cum. I pushed Blanchard supine on the sofa, I climbed his upper torso, pushing my cock into his face. I took control of my release. I slowly pushed the tip of my cock into his mouth. I moaned as he twirled his tongue over the tip. I slid my shaft deeper down his mouth, controlling the movement. His hands were now on my hips, then caressing my booty. I moaned. My body was tensing.

His fingers were busy on my ass, then one, then two fingers were pushed into my butthole, circling and probing. I gasped.

I rose onto my knees as I began fucking his face. Blanchard was moaning and gasping for air, so I eased my rhythm slightly. I was now loudly whimpering and breathing heavily myself.

Blanchard, with his fingers, was close to my P-spot, but he wasn't there yet. I couldn't wait. My scream was silent as I spurted my cream down his mouth.

This time, Blanchard did not gag. He swallowed my entire load. When I released my second load, I did scream, "I'm cumming again., Oh, Oh, oh! " When I did my butthole clenched his fingers. My body slightly shook. It wasn't a complete full-body orgasm, but it was good.

Blanchard rolled me onto my back. We snuggled. He was holding me tightly. We were both breathing heavily, but I wasn't done yet. I hope he wasn't either. We both needed to regain our stamina. In no time our cocks would be aroused again.

Blanchard spoke first, "Harper, this has been a fantasy come true."

Giggling, I replied, "Blanchard, you need more guidance on your blow jobs, but how did you learn about P-spots?"

Smiling Blanchard replied, " I dated a woman who was big-time into anal. She pegged me a few times, too! She was a good teacher!"

As we snuggled, we drifted off to sleep. Somehow, we managed to slip under the covers.

The Morning Came Early

As I woke I unconsciously caressed my cock. Moments like this are why I remain non-op. As I did, I must have awakened Blanchard; he was stirring. With my other hand, I gently caressed his cock. He was quickly aroused and rolled over to face me. He pushed back the covers, and his muscular body hovered over me. He had that gleam in his eyes. He was ready to ravish me.

He whispered, "Harper, your body is so smooth, and your shaved cock is handsome. There is not a hair on your lower body." He stared into my eyes, and this time, Blanchard did not hesitate as he gently stroked my shaft he smeared my pre-cum all over my growing cock from my to tip of my cock head. I sighed at his touch.

Finally able to speak, "Do you like what you see and feel?"

He replied, "Yes, Harper, you excite me. I never knew that rubbing another cock would turn me on!" I smiled. One of my biggest turn-ons is knowing that I have turned someone else on.

Blanchard crawled on top of me. We kissed. His hand never stopped gently caressing my cock. I pressed my bare skin against Blanchard's naked body, Blanchard's cock was growing, too. He unconsciously started to grind his cock against my body. But I wanted more!

"Blanchard I want your cock inside my booty!" He gave a surprised look. I added, "Last night you said you done anal. I want your cock inside me!"

Wiggling out from under Blanchard, I reached onto the nightstand, chuckling, " I've got lube!" I popped the cap off the tube. "On your back, Dude!" I pushed his legs apart, then crawled between them. I tossed the tube to Blanchard, holding my palms out. I spoke, "Fill my hands." Blanchard squirted a liberal amount of lube into my hands. I kept saying more, more.

Blanchard's cock was already throbbing in anticipation. I grasped his cock with both hands, greasing it thoroughly. I could hear him moan. I remarked, Blanchard your cock is enormous, and my butthole is tight. Unfortunately, I had not inserted a plug last night. Let's go slow!"

This time it was Blanchard's turn to chuckle, "Harper remember your ass is not the first one I've smashed!" I glanced at him awkwardly, he quickly added, " But this is the first with another cock dangling in front of me!"

Together we liberally greased my butthole.

I positioned myself over his cock and Blanchard helped guide his greased cock toward my butthole. I gently pushed down, stretching my butthole to enable Blanchard to enter me. He pushed his cock tip into my puckered butthole, and I yelped with pleasure as he was finally eased his inside me.

As I slowly eased my butthole down his shaft, Blanchard pushed his knees up to enable me to relax my back against them. Using this leverage, I slid my booty up and down his cock, taking deep breaths. I moaned and whimpered, then mumbled, "Dude, you feel so good inside me."

We quickly found our rhythm. His cock went deeper with each thrust. He rested his hands on my hips to help guide and control his thrusts. I stared into his eyes. His eyes were focused on my cock bobbing up and down. With each deep push, I took deep breaths, and my moans increased. I grasped my flopping cock, to squeeze my shaft and balls.

Blanchard quickened the pace of his thrusts. My entire body was bouncing. My moans became louder. My boobies were bouncing. I closed my eyes and caressed my nipples with my other hand. I was enjoying the ride. I was close to climaxing.

Blanchard mumbled, "Harper, I'm not going to last long. Your ass is still so tight." As my mind raced, I could not find words to answer him.

His thrusts were now deeper and deeper. Then I could feel his cock tense inside me; I felt his hot cream spurt. He began to slow down his thrusts. I screamed, "Don't, don't stop!" I was on the edge. I pushed back against his knees. My mouth was open, but no words came out. As he tightened his grip on my hips, Blanchard kept thrusting deeper and deeper inside me.

My butthole spasmed hard around Blanchard's cock. I could feel him squirt a second time. I pushed forward as my cock uncontrollably erupted streams of cream everywhere. All over Blanchard's stomach, my stomach, and the bedsheets.

I collapsed on top of him. My body squashed against his stomach, and mine. It was gooey. I was still whimpering, trying to calm my body. His cock was still throbbing inside me. I took more calming breaths. Blanchard popped his cock out, turning us both to lay on our sides. He held me tightly. We lay silent, just cuddling and slowly breathing.

I broke the silence, "Good morning, Dude!"

Mornings After Can Be Amusing and Awkward

Blanchard mumbled, "Harper, what time is it?" It was early, I didn't know how early. I fumbled around trying to locate my cell phone. Blanchard did the same.

He's started to get dressed as he continues to look for his phone. I rummaged through my suitcase and found a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

"Blanchard, perhaps you left it downstairs." So, we went down the stairs, and in the kitchen, we found Bennett having coffee with Clare. Clare was her usual spunky self, but Bennett looked like he needed more sleep.

As I fixed us some coffee. Blanchard kept looking for his cell.

Bennett mumbled, "Have you seen Beau?" We both shrugged, so I went back upstairs to see if he was with Willow. She was fast asleep, naked, on the bed in the spare bedroom. Beau was not with her.

I squeezed her booty; she mumbled, "Leave me alone." I spanked her booty, and she turned over, and said, "There you are?"

"Blanchard's looking for his buddy. Has he been with you?"

She giggled, "Yeah, I rocked his world, but he was more talk than action." She paused, adding, "This morning he was looking for his clothes, which were not here. He mumbled, then left, and I haven't seen him since."

I started to leave, and Willow reached out to grab my wrist. She missed but blurted out, "Babe stay with me, I need a good fuck!"

"Later, Babe, I'll be back!" I went back downstairs, and when I returned, Blanchard was waving his phone. He found it on the bar.

"We found Beau, he's back at the hotel. He called a taxi, but his ski gear is still here." He paused, looking at me, then at Clare, adding, "Can someone give us a lift to our hotel?"

Clare, patting Bennett on his shoulder, spoke, "I will, Bennett here needs some sleep, and from the looks of you, Dude, so do too!" Clare went upstairs to dress.

Blanchard and I finished our coffee, and I helped him load their ski equipment on the SUV's ski rack and tossed their boot bags in the back. Bennett searched for his ski parka. He found it outside on the deck.

Mornings after are always awkward. This one was no different. We both knew it was a one-night stand. Or at least I did. Blanchard and I embraced and asked, "Harper, can I see you before you leave? You are so unique." That most likely wasn't going to happen, but how do I delicately say no without hurting his feelings? So, I told a little white lie.

"Blanchard, you were wonderful last night. Today is our last full day here, and we will all be leaving tomorrow. When I know what we're doing later, I'll text you." The SUV was loaded. Bennett was already in the backseat. Clare, waving the keys, stepped outside. We kissed and embraced, then Blanchard jumped into the passenger seat beside Clare.

As the SUV left, I waved goodbye. I knew we weren't going to get together again. I was disappointed in myself for not saying so. I'll deal with that another time; right now, Willow is waiting for me. I hurried upstairs.

To be continued in the 'Girl Posse Ski Aspen - Day Seven'

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