Viral Tries Skiing
mc; gg+; mg; mg+; oral; inc
I was stuck in Hell. Well, it was teenage boy Hell, but I was stuck in it just the same.
I rode shotgun in a van with seven females, those being my mother and six preteen girls. That should be a fourteen-year-old boy's dream carpool, right? Any other girls, perhaps, but not these bitches. In fact, none of the guys I knew even fantasized about boinking any of them, not even my little sister.
To back up a bit, my mother volunteers as the adviser of a Green Ranger Patrol. Think of them as Girl Scouts too lazy or privileged to sell cookies. She took on that role mostly to give my eleven-year-old sister, Ashley, a leg up in entering the upper crust of Dogwood Grove, one of those gated suburbs where 95% of the houses are McMansions. My family lives in one of the other 5%, a two bedroom fixer upper that needs more work.
Aside from my sister, the other Rangers come from money. For example, they all did their Horsemanship Button using their own mare. Their parents comprise three lawyers, two bankers, a doctor, our beloved judge, and the police chief. Mom, being a struggling court stenographer, proved that people with money delegated child rearing to those who don't.
Returning back to the van trip, Mom arranged for a ski outing for the Patrol. Since President's Day fell on the semester break at school, the district had a mini-vacation that week. The Patrol decided that three days schussing down the slopes would rest them up from all that hard mental work in school.
When Mom first invited me to tag along, I refused. Four days in the same place as the bitches was five days too many, in my opinion. She sweetened the offer with three days promised at an amusement park this coming summer. I caved, not realizing she just wanted me for loading and unloading the van.
I blame myself for starting down the road to Hell knowing full well who was going to be there.
The entire trip featured boy band tunes cranked up at max volume and squeals of delight and lust from the back of the van. In the middle row, Ashley sat between a set of twins in her grade, Taryn and Karyn. In real life I couldn't tell the two apart, but my sister could. In any case, the trio sat there, performing synchronized head jerks that sent their long blonde ponytails flailing around. I knew my sister's hair color came from a bottle, her roots matching my undyed mousy brown, but the twins probably had theirs done at the expensive exclusive salon.
In the back seat, the three older Rangers (all of twelve) held court, gossip court. Rowan in her fiery red frizzy mop of hair, claimed leadership of the Patrol by virtue of her early development of her tits. Lissa, sporting raven black locks natural for someone of Chinese ancestry like her, and Sissy (yes, that was the name on the birth certificate) in her white and brown mixture, served as Rowan's posse.
Sissy's father, the judge, owned a small cabin not far from one of the four-star ski resorts. To save a few dollars, the Patrol decided to spend our nights there and spend their big bucks on the ski rentals and lift tickets. In an out of character, but generous gesture, the other parents chipped in to get Mom's package for her.
After enduring the three hour trip on the highway, we turned onto a dirt road leading to the cabin. "Shh!" Mom shushed. She turned off Justin Beavertooth, bringing a chorus of complaints from the back. Then she turned to me. "Matt, did you hear that?"
I nodded. Even with my diminished and possibly permanently mangled hearing, I could make out a grinding sound under the car. Whatever it was, it wouldn't bode well for this trip.
The van limped to the cabin. When we stopped, the princesses, sorry, Rangers piled out and into the nice, warm building. I stayed behind to get the makeup bags, sleeping bags, overnight bags, and craft supplies from the luggage carrier.
While Mom contacted mechanics on the phone, I got to build and light the fire in the fireplace. Yeah, I did it, even though six other people in the room possessed Fire Building Buttons.
I put Mom's bags in the only bedroom and closed the door. While the Bitchy Six laid out their bags in front of the roaring fire, I got relegated to a corner of the kitchen.
After several minutes, Mom called us together. "I have bad news. I will have to take the van in tomorrow for some repairs. Don't worry. It will just knock off one day of skiing so we can go on Sunday."
Grumbles greeted her, but what else could we do. After saying good night, I retreated to my not so cozy corner of the kitchen. With a pillow over my ears, I attempted to sleep. Several hours later, I finally drifted off. The girls lasted even longer.
In the morning I woke to the sight of flashing yellow lights illuminating the inside of the cabin. Hastily dressing, I ventured out to find Mom watching the van be pulled onto the flatbed truck.
"Matt, I'm going to town with the van. I should be back sometime, but I can't say when. In the meantime you are in charge. Be nice to the girls. After all, they are your sister's friends."
Wishing I could accompany her, and remain in town for the rest of the trip, I waved goodbye before retreating into the cabin. I got breakfast and ate it while watching the girls sleep. Surprisingly, they looked attractive while they slept. After while, that observation changed. One by one they woke up.
I explained (six times at least) the situation, including Mom's leadership choice while she was gone, and they responded by attempting a coup-de-grace. I was saved by an unexpected ally, my sister. She defused, or maybe only deferred, their plans.
After they got a bite to eat, the girls began combing through the cabin for something to do. They ignored the ton of craft supplies I toted in, stating they only did that for a button. They quickly discovered a big screen television but could find only a connection to a VCR. Mystified that anyone even still had one, especially without a single VHS tape around, we continued searching. Eventually, Rowan found a trunk with games and a tape.
While I pulled out the games, the girls plugged in the tape and started the machine. At first I thought the snow we saw was a bad connection. Then I recognized the static as that from an infamous video circulating on the internet. People saw images among the seemingly random dots and interpreted them into a very personal and controlling meaning.
I peeked at the girls who sat hypnotized by the video. Seeing they were quiet, I decided to join them to see what the fuss was all about.
In the blink of an eye, or so it seemed, the tape began rewinding. We all exchanged glances. I got up to shut it off, only to hear the six yell en masse, "NO!"
When the tape restarted, the girls shifted seats, rearranging to pair off with the young girls taking seats on the lap of their partner. The time flew again, only seeming like a moment, but taking longer according to the clock. I noticed Rowan feeling up my sister in her sleep shirt, while her posse did the twins. Seeing me alone, Sissy motioned for me to join her. I didn't object, especially when she placed my hand on Taryn's nipple.
After the third viewing, the VCR shut off by itself. I panicked, thinking that we had broken the player. I had no clue how to replace the machine or if anyone still repaired them.
Rowan rose and headed to the kitchen. She returned holding a ketchup bottle. "All right, everyone in a circle, crisscross applesauce." Quickly the girls formed a circle including me and sat down cross legged. They scooted forward, hiking the hem of their nightshirts almost to their hips and leaving their panties in full view.
"Let's play the game from the video," said the red-haired leader. "In case you didn't understand the directions, I'll tell you again." She placed the bottle in the middle and flopped back down. "The game is called Strip Spin the Bottle. You spin the bottle. Whoever it lands on has to kiss the spinner. If it points to the spinner, they remove an article of clothing and spin again. You can kiss anything on the spinner that you can see. After the kiss, the kisser spins next."
I liked my odds since I had dressed to see the van towed away and remained clothed. The girls still wore what they slept in. Even counting shoes as a pair, I had six items to their two or three.
Rowan spun the bottle which pointed to Ashley. I watched my sister kiss a girl, and I liked it. I also noticed the others sneak a touch on the gusset of their panties. I liked that also.
Ashley spun, and it pointed to me. Nervously, I bent forward, finding my sibling's lips. Hands down, she was the best kisser I ever had. My future brother-in-law would be a very happy man.
I spun, right back to me. The girls giggled, and my shoes came off. "Socks too," said Rowan. "All footwear counts as one." Smiling, I complied, thinking I was still better dressed.
I spun and landed on Lyssa. And so the game continued. Taryn was the first to lose her shirt while her sister Karyn became the first to lose everything. Sissy held out longest among the girls, but lost her panties with me sitting there solely clad in my boxers.
We learned one interesting and for me at least unexpected thing. Rowan had enhanced her qualifications for leadership with a padded bra. Still, hers were the most beautiful pair of lemons I had ever seen.
With my boxers the only article left, the game changed. The girls took turns spinning to get my boxers off. I thought Ashley was going to, but it missed, at least according to Rowan. Karyn spun next and landed point blank on me. Defeated, and loving it, I stood and hooked my thumbs in the waistband. Teasing them I pulled it down and then up a few times. I turned around and pulled it to the bottom of my cheeks before pulling it back up. Facing them again, I raked it down my legs and kicked it off.
All six pair of eyes bulged out, perhaps viewing a male member for the first time. With it at full attention, Karyn knelt in front of me and gingerly touched it with her tongue. When it jerked, the others jumped back while I snickered. She explored the tip with her mouth, being gentle.
Even so, the teasing I had received had me on a short fuse. An inadvertent lick signaled the balls to tighten and then let go. "Oh no," I said as I realized. But it was too late. I shot out, sending ropes of fluid onto her face and hair.
"Oh, wow," she said. "I did that?"
The others swooped in like hungry vultures, licking a glob here or there to remove the gel. Taryn scooped up a long streak with her tongue and shared it with her sister. They remained in a twincest embrace while the others played rock, paper, scissors to establish an access line to my cock.
One or two at a time, they licked and sucked on Little Matt. He had no more premature deliveries and thrilled the target of my release.
Even a teen boy eventually runs low on resources. When I became exhausted, they again paired up, this time going down on each other. Using techniques similar to speed dating, most pairings had a turn.
At the end, all seven of us collapsed in front of the fireplace. I made a small flame, just enough to keep us warm. And we cuddled together just to be safe.
When I woke up, Rowan was holding my cock, rubbing it gently. "You can't get blood out of a turnip," I said still half asleep.
"I wasn't looking for blood, at least not yet."
As I processed her last statement, the door to the cabin flew open, and Mom stormed in. I jumped up and hurried over to her, forgetting all about my current state. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"They won't have the part until Tuesday. It seems no one works tomorrow, and Monday is a holiday. Arrgg. Now I have a splitting headache. And did I mention, to top it off no one around here rents eight passenger vans."
I watched the vein in her forehead pulse. "Mom, calm down." I gave her a hug, looking strange as she was still bundled up for the cold while I was…naked. I don't know if she could feel me, but I felt the residual cold. Worse than a cold shower.
Ashley joined me, followed by the other naked girls. What a difference watching a video could make.
"Enough," said Mom. "I'm going to rest for a while. Find something quiet to do."
As she started to walk away, I followed her. "Mom, did anything else happen?"
"Well, I did watch the television. Some weird video that looked all snowy to me." With that she closed the door.
For the rest of the day and into the night, the seven of us found games to play or crafts to do. If anyone had a horny sensation, they found a partner or two willing to help out with it. By nightfall, the smell of pussy juice filled the air.
When I retreated to the kitchen, I found my sleeping bag relocated to the fireplace. Apparently, Sissy had won my companionship for the evening. I found that a good deal.
Waking up in the dark of the morning, I found myself entwined in a girl's arms. Down below, my cock stood at full attention and touched something both soft and wet.
"Morning, lover," whispered Sissy. "I've been waiting for you."
"Have you?"
"Of course." I could sense her smile even without seeing it. "I've been lying here just thinking about the Video and decided I want you to make me a woman."
"Are…are you sure?"
"More than anything. I'm all wet and ready to feel you inside of me. Fill me. Fill all of me. Please Matt, please."
I glanced at the other sleeping bags, but could not detect any overt signs of life. We appeared to be the first to wake. "All right," I said.
Sissy rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her, all in one motion. While I adjusted, she spread her legs wider to give mine more room. Knowing my weight rested on her small frame, I pushed myself up as high as the bag allowed.
"Let me guide you," she said, taking my cock and rubbing it against the slit. Each move let it invade her body a little more until a sense of warmth engulfed the tip. All at once, I was inside her.
"Give me a moment, please." I could feel the barrier and figured she had second thoughts. After a deep breath, she said, "Push."
I did as I was told. The tough membrane tore. I saw it in her eyes as I felt it happen. I paused to let the pain subside.
"I'm okay," she said after a few moments, but not sounding confident.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
I tried, but I needed to stretch out her tunnel. "Relax, Sissy." I felt her calm down and the muscles loosen. A few moments later our bodies touched. I was inside of her as far as I could get. I started to develop a rhythm that she copied. Moving together we stimulated the other, building up our energy until... "I'm cumming."
"Cum inside of me. Fill me with your baby fluid. Make me pregnant."
Her words drove me over the edge, and my body heard her plea. Squirt after squirt entered her body. I felt her reciprocate. In my mind I dreamed of seeing her body send an egg toward my onrushing sperm.
I held myself inside of her for as long as I could. Pulling it out, I found myself drowsy. "Sorry."
"Don't be. Just stay in my arms for a while."
With that I drifted to sleep.
When I woke again, the other five Rangers sat around the sleeping bag. "Am I in trouble?"
"That depends," said Rowan. "Did you and Sissy just have sex?"
"Unless I was dreaming."
"Do you know the Green Ranger motto?"
"Not really."
"If you do it to one, you must do it to all."
I thought for a moment. My sleep-addled brain was making sure she really said what I heard. "You want me to fuck all of you?"
"Yes," they said in unison.
"We even have a schedule," said Lissa. "I'm next."
I nodded, not exactly sure what we got ourselves into.
For the rest of the day, I deflowered the Rangers. Lissa, then Rowan, followed by the twins together, and finally my sister. Each was a little different. Lissa insisted we do it in the open so the others could watch. On Rowan, I needed to get her wet first. During the foreplay, I saw her dozen or so red pubic hairs. The twins wanted to have a threesome, so I obliged. Then there was Ashley.
I had never lusted after my sister, but now my feelings had swung a hundred and eighty degrees. At home we shared a bedroom, but now I wanted to share a bed. We rarely talked, but now I wanted to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. But mostly I wanted to fuck her every chance I got.
The awkward first moments disappeared as she took my cock in her mouth and cleaned it off. Changing positions, I licked and sucked her until my tongue became raw. And then I took her hymen and marked her as mine.
Once I had met my obligation, I continued to service each girl. Whether oral or vaginal I made every girl cum several times. And the girls added to those totals between sessions with me.
Every so often Mom strolled through our love nest. The first time I was humping Rowan. For some reason, it was like she didn't see us. The rest of the time she spent cloistered in the bedroom, reading. A few times we heard shouts of passion as though she had cum herself.
After the long weekend of debauchery, I felt I needed to rest up from the vacation. But the best outcome was my new relationship to the Green Rangers. They had become my young friends with benefits.
We packed up our clothes and rolled up our sleeping bags. None of us put anything on, instead wanting to remain unburdened by clothes for as long as we could. While we waited, the girls continued their make out sessions, almost like they had become addicted to sex.
My body wanted to continue with the girls. I walked around with a constant erection. Yet no one paid me any attention.
Just before noon a black car pulled to the cabin. Seconds later the door opened and a short rotund man walked through the door. Sissy stopped kissing Ashley and ran to the man. "Daddy," the naked girl said as she hugged him.
"Judge Parker?" said Mom. "What are you doing here?"
"I heard about the van so I brought a vehicle to take you home. As I suspected and hoped, I see you found the tape. You're going to appreciate the limo I brought. Go jump in."
The Green Rangers streaked out the door and into the vehicle. I tried to follow, but the judge motioned Mom and me to stay.
"I want to thank you, Matt," he said. "I assume you had sex with the girls."
"What will their parents think? Am I going to end up in juvie?"
"Don’t worry. They've all seen the Video. That's when we decided to teach the girls a lesson. Too snooty. But making them pregnant will teach them the humility they need in the world. They're now your harem." He turned to Mom. "You'll need a new place to raise your grandkids. We chipped in to buy a house in our neighborhood for you. The Patrol will be moving in with you in soon, but the home schooling you'll be leading will start next week."
As we closed up the cabin, I had a revelation. I was no longer in Hell. To misquote Milton, "It is far better to Reign in Heaven than to go skiing in Hell."
