A good time in an awesome yurt with some new friends whilst on vacation (FFM) (Long)

First, a bit about myself, as I couldn’t find a suitable place in the story to describe my physical attributes. I am 5’8″, with curly dark brown hair, olive-toned skin, and vibrant green eyes. At 134 lbs, I have a 27″ waist under a pair of 34DD breasts. I would say my best attributes are my eyes, as they are super expressive and can be dressed well with some dark eyeshadow, and my legs, because they are super long and gorgeously slender. If you’re into nice butts, use your imagination, because I pretty much don’t have a butt. [This is me](http://imgur.com/a/jCwXd) , taken a year and two bra sizes ago, before I gained a little weight in my stomach and chest. Sorry for how hilariously random those photos are, but it’s all I’ve got on my computer.

At nineteen, I was a bit of a promiscuous little minx. Still am, but I was then, too. A dear friend of mine, Sean, invited me to come visit him across the country at the ski resort he worked at. I hadn’t seen him since I’d first met him whilst traveling a year before, and I was thrilled to take the trip. He bought my flight, so I had a feeling he might’ve had intentions, but upon arrival he made it abundantly clear that he was just looking to hang out and teach me to snowboard. Totally would’ve hit that, though, but I digress.
When we first got to his apartment, his buddy John was there, changing into some gear to go teach a ski class. We introduced ourselves and I instantly felt an attraction for him. He was tall, slender but fit, tan, and had an adorable head of messy golden-brown hair. Oh, John, you beautiful tall delicious hippy skier man, you.

Over the next couple of days, Sean taught me lots about snowboarding, and we had an amazing time together. The third night of my visit, we went to a party together, where I met loads of his pals, including this one girl, Chelsea. She was as tall as me, with a wavy light brown hair and beautiful pale skin. She was a natural gal, wearing sporty clothes and makeup-free. So pure. I adored her instantly. Chelsea and I drank loads at the party, and we stepped up to a few rounds of ski-shots, a foreign concept to me until that party that turned out to be SUPER FUN, and ended up wasted. I woke up the next morning and Sean asked me if I enjoyed my tickle fight with Chelsea. “Whaaaa—?” Apparently when we got back to Sean’s apartment, Chelsea and I were rolling around in a giggling fit tickling each other and drinking wine until we were exhausted. Sounds awesome, I thought, if only I could remember it.

The trip went on. Sean took me around, showing me the amazing Cascades, the awesome burger joints, and the strenuous but thrilling snowboarding. Oh my god, I had a blast. On my second to last night, Sean took me to a bar for trivia night, where we met back up with all of his friends. They were wonderful and welcoming as ever, and everyone was quick to stick me in the back corner of their booth where drinks could be sneaked to me as I requested them. John sat beside me. He was happy to keep the whiskey gingers coming, and I was happy to receive them. My friend Sean pretty much abandoned me during trivia night to hang out with this girl he was interested in, and later asked me if I would mind if he went home with her. Nope, I said, I’m sure John could lend me a place to stay. The rest of the night, I joked with the girls, went on a drunk sledding escapade, and John stroked his fingers up my thigh every time I came back into the bar to sit beside him.
Finally, the night was winding down and it was time to go. John offered for me to join him at his home, and I was inclined to do so. Chelsea was coming to stay, as well, and another friend, Kyle.
John’s house was awesome. Tucked in a yard of two foot snow, located by a lake, his house was a [YURT](https://www.google.com/search?q=yurt&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjajpiR2NrLAhWIpR4KHQqfDdsQ_AUICCgC&biw=1366&bih=643). THe four of us cozied into his bed together, and he and I spent the rest of the evening poking each other and silently making out, ’til we drunkenly passed out… it was inevitable.

The next morning I wake up, and Kyle has moved himself to the couch. John is sleeping between me and Chelsea. I lay there for a while, cursing my hangover, until he begins to stir. He grabs my face and we start to make out (yes, we had morning breath. I’m not going to stop a sexy moment to go brush my teeth.). Our tongues are intertwined and our kisses are loud and wet, and I go to feel his defined abs, when I discover there’s a hand that beat me to it. Chelsea is behind him, reaching around and stroking his body as he kisses me. I smile and pull back, tugging his hair and motioning with my eyes for him to give her some attention. He turns around and I massage his shoulders as he kisses her. He and her begin to rub up against each other pretty intensely, and they are clearly getting heated up. Then, Chelsea starts moaning. John has his hand against her pussy, his fingers inside of her, pulling her towards him with his motions. I reach over John and rub my hands down her beautiful body, getting ever so turned on my her shaking and whimpering, and he turns back to make out with me as he continues to finger her, and she and I begin to massage his dick together. Teamwork is the best, am I right?

After a little while, I begin so slowly work my way down his body, allowing his mouth to return to Chelsea’s attention, and as I take his dick in my mouth, I am thrilled to hear the way his moans are stifled by Chelsea’s tongue. He wasn’t particularly big, so it was easy for me to work him all the way down my throat. Every time I pulled my mouth away from his dick, I let a long saliva-string fall from lips to the head so we were still connected, in a way. After a few minutes of my delightful mouth on his dick and Chelsea’s delightful figure in his arms, John flinched, groaned, and his cum spurt into my mouth. I absolutely love the taste of cum, and I relished in it, holding it in my mouth and swirling my tongue around through it before I finally swallowed and gave him a big smile.

John put his hand under my armpit, as if to pull me back up to him, and I pulled myself away from him while shooting a death glare. “Excuse me,” I said, “what about her? Chelsea, would you like me to go down on you?” She was an adorably meek girl, and she blushed and nodded, so I was happy to oblige. I don’t know when the damn girl got her pants off, but I moved over to her, and an undressed pussy was ready and dripping in front of me- awesome. Chelsea, being the natural hippie chick she was, had not shaved at all, which I’d never encountered on another woman. It held her musky smell particularly strongly, which wasn’t totally my thing, but I’m all about a woman smelling like a natural woman so I went with it. I flicked my tongue along her clit quicky, slowly, quickly. She was writhing around and groaning and grabbing my messy morning hair, and John couldn’t resist any longer. “That’s so hot,” he said while he observed, and he came down to the bottom of the bed to join me. He put his fingers into her while I licked and sucked, mimicking the motions that my boyfriend would use on me because I knew how effective they were. Every time she inhaled, she would squeak and have to catch her breath. She quivered and quivered and John and I had a fantastic time working together to pleasure her. Like I said, teamwork.

After a while, I found myself a bit exhausted, poor Chelsea hadn’t come yet but my mouth needed a break. I laid back to breathe for a bit and John slid down my body and surprised me by plunging a finger deep into my pussy. He must’ve been able to feel how wildly turn on I was, at this point I was completely soaking his sheets with my wetness. The way we were laying now was like [this](http://imgur.com/EjfTAFm), I hope you enjoy my fancy diagram, but it seemed necessary to me. Chelsea laid still so I could keep my head resting in her lap, watching with a great big smile and making the occasional eye contact with me, where we seemed to have a mutual gaze of “I adore you and this rocks.” John was great at eating pussy, he licked and sucked on me and worked his fingers along the inside of me, it was just incredible. Finally, I felt the orgasm building inside of me, and I bucked my hips against his mouth and cried out that I was coming. I pulled my body away from him, as I get super sensitive after I finish, and he sat back, clearly proud of his work.

“So, what are you guys thinking about having for breakfast?” Came a voice from across the room. Kyle was sitting up on the couch with a big fat fucking grin glued to his face.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4bupcu/a_good_time_in_an_awesome_yurt_with_some_new