Weekend on the Mountain Pt. 05

CAUTION: This story contains scenes that arouse the author and may make you horny as well. All characters are fictional, and not based on people the author thinks are really hot and sexy. Enjoy the story only if you're allowed to wherever you are, or can read it without getting in trouble. If you do get in trouble, the author can be found in Istanbul if punishment is involved. If you would like to send the author gifts or money, he can be found in Victoria, BC.

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I lay there, not daring to move. I was listening for any hint of what was about to transpire. I knew they were in one of the bedrooms. I was in a state of rigid attention. On my back. On a fold-out-bed. Int he middle of a living room. Without any sheets. Or clothes.

I heard a creak and tensed for a moment before I was able to feign relaxation again. Another creak.

"Follow along!" was whispered quickly in my ear. Sarah's warm breath sent a shiver down my body.

With barely a second for me to consider what she had said, Sarah calls out loudly, "Giiiirls! Guess who's drunk as a skunk and totally out of it?!"

They must have been practically leaning into the room. I had barely opened my eyes in shock as they fell into the room, laughter already spilling from their lips. Somehow the words, "What's goin' onnnnn?" came out, naturally slurred by a tight throat, dry tongue, and misfiring brain. I was quickly realizing that in bright daylight, being naked was a bit different than the middle of the night.

I catch on in the minute or so of giggling and laughing that goes on as the girls crowd around my bed. Sarah, I think, wants me to pretend to be drunk. And I've got no better options. And then I realize that one of the women standing over me is naked. Another is in a towel, by all appearances.

"K-K-Karin...you're naked. Mmmmmm."

"Oh My GOD!" was Karin's reaction as she remembered her state of undress, slapping her hands across her gorgeous breasts. I turned my neck and looked down her body. A hand snapped down, covering her thin forest of light brown hair. "I can explain, um..."

Sarah took over at that point, "Dave, focus for a minute. Jeeze, how much did you drink? You puked all over all the bags last night. All of Karin's clothes and most of Ondrea's and mine were covered in your vomit. I can't believe how pissed off I am at you right now. " Sarah paused for a breath.

"I'm umm I'm sorry...I had no idea," I slurred, in a hopeful imitation of a drunk. "I'm sorry, um, but um, Karin's naked." I couldn't look away from her blushing, and squirming, and goose-pimpled body.

CLAP! Sarah's hands smacked together to get my attention. "Well, aren't you going to say anything?"

"I'm sorry everyone....what can I do to make it up to you?" I just lay there...turning my head, with regret, away from Karen's fleshy vista, over toward Sarah's laughing eyes and stern face?

"That's up to each of us to determine, and you damn well better do it. You also puked on - or we used cleaning up - every towel and sheet in the place. The only spare is the one Ondrea is wearing, and it's a small one at that."

I appreciated Sarah drawing my attention back to Ondrea - clad as she was in what I realized was - I think - an oversized hand towel. She was such a petite woman that I think she'd managed to wrap a hand towel around her. It covered her pussy and breasts, barely...but I could see that her hip came out one size...the top of the towel held together on one side, by a big safety pin. My eyes traced from her slender thigh up her naked hip to a bare rib, realizing that from the side, only the edges of the towel provided slight modesty.

"What are you looking at?" Ondrea's snapped comment surprised me, "It's your fault I'm wearing nothing but a too-small towel. Look at this! It doesn't even wrap all the way around me!" She traced a finger up her hip, waste, and lower rib cage - the nude side- poking out the side of her wrapped towel.

"I am looking! I'm sorry!" I quivered back, unable to look away.

I think Ondrea's sudden overacting was a result of nerves - but it surprised everyone. Karin let out a bark of laughter, and Sarah gasped. Ondrea even looked a bit shocked as I finally forced my eyes to meet hers.

In an attempt to buy myself some time to think, I start to sit up shakily, only to let myself drunkenly collapse back. This breaks the sudden tension as the three girls suddenly share a lighter laughter.

"I'm drunk." I said it with clear understanding finally sinking in. I had to act drunk. I could do it.

"Dave, you're drunk," said Sarah, "and I checked earlier and saw that you'd finished off that half-bottle of tequila that was in the sink. You didn't do a good job hiding the empty bottle." Sarah had obviously done some planning. I had no doubt she'd actually seen an empty bottle somewhere about the place. You can barely sit up."

I took the hint and tried to sit up - realizing that I'd almost forgotten I was nude. Almost. My erection was hard to notice, but I didn't really know how to bring it up - so I just tried to act like I didn't know I was naked. I fell back again - moving my glance from woman to woman.

"You found the bottle?"

"Yes...and it just boggles me how you could go back to drink anything, let alone that much, after getting sick. And it must have been only in the last few hours - which means - God, I can't believe you Dave - that you're going to be drunk for hours. Do you even remember drinking it?"

"Um. No...?" I responded, not knowing the right answer. Sarah's smile let me know I'd answered correctly.

"I bet you don't even realize you're laying there naked," said Ondrea.

The moment had come and I didn't know what to say. I let my head drop, and looked down my body. I was hard and sticking upward at a 45 degree angle...with three sexy women around me looking where I looked. I pushed myself with my feet toward the back of the hide-a-bed, finally leveraging myself upright. It was a good delaying tactic.

I turned my head from side to side. "I'm naked." There was more searching of the room with my eyes. "Where are my sheets and even my clothes?"

Silence.

"I'm naked."

I started to cover myself with my hands, only to receive a shout, "STOP!" from Sarah.

"David. Don't you DARE cover yourself. Now you listen to me, because this is how it's going to be."

I sat there, wondering what was going to happen. So far, I was pleased at being told to stop covering myself. I'd only been doing that as part of my embarrassed drunk roll. I was embarrassed, but was not drunk. And it was a good, wholly arousing embarrassed, which, really was most excellent.

"You have caused all of us no end of trouble and we're upset. Karin is without clothes until the washing cycle and drying is finished, and all Ondrea has is this small towel. And while I've got this t-shirt and bikini bottom, I'm out of clothes too. Until each of us is fully dressed - you won't be wearing a thing. And you must do everything we demand of you until then. And consider yourself lucky." She finished coldly, but I could see a warm spark in her eye. I also appreciated the pert nipples poking through her white t-shirt. And I could see, now that I was sitting up, that she was wearing a snug red pair of bikini briefs.

"Umm...bu..bu.b."

"No buts."

"Umm...er...ok."

"That's OK. Mistress."

"Umm..ahh..ok....Mistress?"

I lay there, hard, warming nervously toward what was to come (pun intended - I hoped!). "Y.ye.yes Mistress. Whatever you command?"

"That's better. Now girls, I think it's time we washed this guy up. He stinks. What do you think?"

A chorus of "Yeah" and "Definitely" came up. I was liking the sounds of this bath I was going to get.

"But not inside, " didn't sound good to me, "we'll use the hose outside."

It took me a second to realize what was going on. Going outside meant visible from the road. And Karin and Ondrea were actually agreeing to that. Which meant that they would be naked - near enough in Ondrea's case - too. Sarah was really keeping everything going, and the other girls were obviously getting enough out of things too. What a rush.

I remembered to stubmle and struggle getting out of the bed, and ultimately found Karin and Ondrea standing close to me, a cool hand on each arm supporting me. I stumbled briefly and stopped myself from falling by grabbing the towel Ondrea was wearing. It was an accident, honest. Well, it didnt' quite pull off before she caught it, and I balanced myself. But it did pull the safety pin completely out of shape. Ondrea fussed, "Look what you've done, now this thing can come undone if I breath too deeply."

"I'm sorry Ond..." A cool hand was suddenly gripping my shaft. "...Mistress. How can I make it up to you?" I decided to lay it on thick.

"I'll think about it. Now stand up straight you lush. Outside we go."

I could see Sarah just outside listening for any cars coming up the road. It was apparently quite and I was led around to the side of the house where the hose was kept. It was a fairly sheltered area, only visible to someone actually coming right into the driveway. The girls gathered round, and I froze for a second, appreciating the smoothness of Karin's naked body, her breasts jutting forward, nipples hard as diamonds in the morning sun. Her light pubic covering glistened near the base, and I could, at least I think I could, see her lips spreading and distending a bit.

She just looked at me in return. Mostly at my cock as it throbbed. I didn't know if she could see the throbbing, but I could certainly feel it. I was shocked, though, as a blast of cold water hit me in the back, causing me to arch away in surprise. Ondrea redirected the hose with Sarah manning the tap. As she continued to drench every part of me, I struggled to shield myself with my hands.

Suddenly the water stopped and Sarah's voice told us, "David, stop moving. We are here to clean you. Now come stand over here in the middle so we can reach around you with the hose. We'll keep the flow gently. And just to make sure you don't make it take longer than we want, I mean than IT must, I want you to hold your hands clasped above your head."

I just stared at her.

"Now."

I moved my hands above my head while walking bared to all over to the middle of the small clearing. I looked down at myself, my cock, still hard, but now with the skin pulled tight, by balls wrinkled and recessed. It felt amazing. Any shivers from the cold were balanced by shivers of excitement.

"We need some sort of soap," Ondrea shared to Sarah and Karin's rapid agreement.

In a moment Sarah was back with a bar of soap. She held it out toward Karin and Ondrea. "Here, one of you take it, I don't want to get these clothes wet."

There was a moment of silent and I could feel the various power struggles going on around me, all played out with eyes and expressions alone. I could see as Karin gave in, saying that she'd do it - but that, "I get a pass next time." I was torn about how to take that, as it meant that this time she'd be putting soap on me.

I was still wet, though it was steaming off my body rapidly.

Ondrea returned with the hose which, this time, had a slower run of water emerging rather than blast forth.

She drizzled it on my body, holding the hose out. My eyes locked, instantly and the pin holding her towel together, just under her arm. It held. And suddenly I didn't care. I felt Karin's hands on my back, bar of soap held in one. She moved one hand to the front of my shoulder, holding me in place (as though I would move!) as she began to scrub my back, working up a lather. The bar moved, her finger's trailing it. as she covered my back with soap. I basked in the wonderful sensations coursing through my body, my eyes closed, head thrown back in ecstasy.

The cold water rinsing away the soap on my back snapped my eyes open, and I moved to the pressure of Karin's hand as she turned me around so that she was facing my front.

I met her eyes with my own, and could see the pleasure she was taking in the process. I turned my eyes down toward her body, taking in her flush chest, and firm nipples. It was all I could do to resist leaning over and taking one in my mouth.

A firm grip on my chin pushed my eyes skyward and Karin's voice said resolutely, "It is for us to look at you, not for you to get something out of the problems you've caused." She continued as she began scrubbing my shoulders and chest, "Today..um, at least I mean until the clothes are ready, I can't wear any clothes because of you. Don't let me catch you staring at me again."

"Yes mistress, I'll try," I responded honestly. She let it go at that.

Her hands continued to soap me up, and Ondrea came back in with the hose now and then working to rinse the soap away. As my upper body rinsed clean and I tensed in the hopes that Karin would be continuing applying soap, Sarah called out, "OK. You've done half. Ondrea has to do the next half."

"But you said, " Ondrea began.

"You just heard what I said, now stop fussing. It's fair, and you know it."

Karin looked, at least to me, somewhat disappointed, and I don't' think the wet shine between her legs was from the water.

She passed the soap to Ondrea who began to scrub at my feet. But she soon realized that that was hard to do with any dignity. If she crouched, the towel would be pulled away while she flashed her hidden treasures to the world. If she bent forward at the waist, the front of the towel would fall away completely, while her face would be forced immediately into my ass or crotch. For me, really it was win-win. And she obviously didn't want to kneel in the mud.

As she moved her hands upward, she took grip of my hip with one hand and began to soap up my waist and upper butt with the other. Her touch was different than Karin's, though I was enjoying it every bit as much. I continued to look upward, resisting the urge to look around me. I was swollen with anticipation and didn't want to pop the cork, so-to-speak.

The moment was broken, though, when Sarah spoke again, something that was becoming a doubled edged sword, I decided. It was ending things right before I got the goods, but also constantly leading to something even more exciting. "Stop for a sec girls, look at this." I heard the water stop as Sarah, I guess, turned off the tap.

"Look at the mud on his feet, and yours too, actually. See where it's begun to dry on top and where it splattered? It's a cooled crackling texture. I think there's a lot of clay in there."

"We've sure made a big mud puddle here, and it's thick too." Karin questioned, "What of it?"

I stood there, wondering myself, and not really caring, because I was naked in front of these three women.

"I have that photography class coming up, and I bet I can do something with this. I think we're going to photograph Mud Man, a new super hero of the ages."

Laughter filled the clearing. I wiggled my toes in the mud, realizing that it was at least an inch deep around where I stood.

"Do I get a say in -"

"No," Sarah easily cut me off. "This is how you'll be repaying me for you drunken inconsiderate behaviour. I'll be using you, today, as a subject for my next assignment in my photography course. "

"Yes mistress." I couldn't resist. I would do anything to keep this ride going, to hell with the future consequences.

"So Ondrea, instead of soaping him up, you need to get him covered in clay. But don't start yet. Just rinse him off while I get the camera."

The water started again while Sarah ran back inside. I heard her feet pounding from within the building. There was a pause, and the pounds returned along with her. I took a chance and looked around, she was ready, camera in hand. "Now, to get you covered in mud..." said Sarah, "...and that's up to you Ondrea.

I must have tensed in anticipation....but instead of hands on my body, I got words in my ears, "OK Dave. I want you to roll in it." Click went a camera.

My eyes opened and I looked around. The girls were in front of me, smiles on their faces. Ondrea was just taking a step back from whispering in my ear. Sarah was there, camera to her face, taking a photo of me without any privacy. Karin was just looking, her tongue pushed between her lips, and one hand massaging a nipple. The mud puddle was actually quite substantial, and the continued running of the water only helped it to grow.

"Can I have a drink, first?" I asked, hoping to steel my nerves.

Karin surprised me by answering, "YES. I think we all need one," as she marched inside, her ass beckoning as she walked around to the front of the house. Sarah continued to take another photo every few seconds, sometimes pointing at my face, others my chest, my feet, my ass, my cock, often close-up, but now and then stepping away. I couldn't help but notice that she was taking pictures of Ondrea as well, though I'm not sure Ondrea realized that fact. She was standing there lost on thought, looking at my body, then away, only to return her glance a few seconds later for a bit longer period of time. By Karin's return, Ondrea was just staring. I was almost dry in the warm sun, and my erection had begun to, um, de-rect.

Karin handed me a cold bottle - I don't remember what - and I tossed it back, finishing it in one go.

I noticed that three women were drinking theirs just as rapidly.

Putting down my bottle, I asked what I was supposed to do.

Ondrea took over at this point, "I want you to slather yourself in mud. I want you to roll in it. I want every part of you covered."

"Yes, ma'am."

I lowered myself to my knees, feeling the cool mud envelop my lower legs...it must have been over an inch deep. I probably had a dazed look on my face, at least if Karin's, "Look how drunk he is, just doing everything we tell him," was any indication. I thought about how I might look from her perspective; I was kneeling in a gooey reddish-brown mud, totally naked, knees apart, and cock sticking straight out.

But then I thought about what she looked like. She was as naked as me, but had the upper hand. Any arousal she might feel was relatively hidden, while mine was always obvious.

"OK, I'm going to document the transformation from clean to dirty for my assignment."

"You want me to cover myself? With mud?" I reached down and slipped my fingers beneath the surface. It felt cool, and as part of my drunken persona, realized that my normal thoughts spoken aloud probably sounded drunk. "Cool. This mud feels cool. I picked up some, realizing that it really was more clay than dirty mud. It was fluid, for sure, but more like thick ketchup than tomato soup. I rubbed some on my arm, smoothing it out and, essentially painting myself. It was chilly to my skin, soothing and relaxing me in my heated state.

Ondrea spoke, "But I want you to cover your cock last of all, and when you do, do it slowly so that, um, Sarah can get close-ups for her project."

"Um, ok. Mistress."

I picked up mud in both hands and proceeded to arch pack and slather it on my chest, smoothing it's buttery texture over my shoulders and then stomach. Sarah took photos, moving close and far, from all angles. Every now and then she or one of the others would tell me, "Freeze," while a specific photo was taken. I would catch glimpses of naked flesh and let my eyes be drawn toward it. Ondrea was careless with her towel, and it frequently failed to cover her hip, her thigh, and now and then her sweet pussy. Karin's total exposure was, it seemed, comfortable to her, though I swear she glistened, and her nipples were constantly hard. Now and then I was sure I'd caught her stroking her breasts and once her, I hoped, wet mound.

I realized that I couldn't cover my back with the mud with my hands. I lowered myself to the ground, feeling my ass cool as it touched the mud for the first time. I awkwardly lay back, pivoting my legs around - wishing I had some sort of dance skill. I began to close my legs, only to be stopped with a snapped, "No. Leave them apart."