The Hills Are Alive : by (c) Hamilton Joyce MF

We had been walking and climbing for an hour, and were still in the mixed 
oak and beech forests. Higher up the mountain these would become pine, and 
higher still open grassland with rocky outcrops. Jolyon was puffing like me, 
suffering from the unrelenting steepness of the path, and the weight of our 
packs. So we were not sorry to hear voices behind us, and to stop to let the 
walkers through. The path was very narrow.

I was glad I had got my breath back, and did not seem so middle-aged-unfit 
by the time they passed us, with a cheerful greeting, before disappearing 
round a twist in the path ahead.

'Jesus! You see that?'

'I got a hard just looking!'

'Me, too. Lovely tits.'

'Arses! They could sit on my face.'

'Scousers! You could cut their accent with a knife! Scousers fuck like 
rabbits.'

The girls had both been wearing tight, white t-shirts. They had sweated 
clambering through the airless summer forest, and the cloth had clung to their 
tits, revealing beautiful young breasts, nipples pert and visible. But for me, it 
was their legs and butts. Incongruous those heavy boots on such long, slender 
legs. And one of them with tight, faded blue denim jeans, cut off just below 
her crotch, so tight it looked as if she had been poured into them. The other, 
no less beautiful, in khaki combat shorts, flapping wide on her thighs. I 
didn't mention, they were both black.

Jolyon reached out and touched my cock, through my trousers. 'A suck, 
Adam, to take the tension out?' 

'Tonight, lover. Save our energy.'

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It was nearly dusk by the time we got to our overnight campsite. The little 
alpine meadow had a waterfall and a stream on its southern edge, and this 
was why we had selected it when planning our trek.  The two girls had 
chosen it, too, and had been there long enough to pitch their tent and even 
build a fire from fallen branches.

What the map had not shown was that most of the meadow was boggy, with 
the exception of a patch of scruffy bushes, and the place the girls had chosen. 
They took pity on us, pacing about, trying to find a good place discretely 
distant from their tent.

'Hey! It's no good. You'll have to pitch beside us. It's the only place. We've 
been all over it. We don't mind.'

We introduced ourselves. They were Charmaine and Melanie, and were 
indeed from Liverpool.

'When you're done, why not share our fire. But you'll need to get some more 
branches from those bushes.' 

They cooked up a stew from dried meat and vegetables, and I fried some 
sausages to eat with bread. We shared each other's food, and sat round the 
fire toasting our feet, glad to be shot of boots and socks. I pointed out the 
stars, Orion and the Plough, red Mars and green Venus, the Milky Way, and 
how to find the North Star. Jolyon told the old stories of Mars and Venus, 
Jupiter and Europa, Cupid and Psyche. Moths flew into the light of the fire, 
and fell like falling stars into the flames.

Jolyon had brought some whiskey. 'Emergency rations.' He had decanted it 
into an old plastic bottle to save weight, and from this he poured each of us a 
measure into our tin mugs. His story telling went on, and eventually the 
bottle was empty, and he threw it into the flames.

Now, I've had a lot of sex in my life, but this was perhaps the most 
electrifying moment. I had been sitting with my arm chastely round Mel's 
waist while Jolyon held us entranced in his myths. Her head was on my 
shoulder, plaited hair feeling odd against my skin. Then she took my hand 
and raised it, placing it on her breast...

We kissed. Or rather she kissed me, hard, her tongue forcing between my 
lips. Suddenly an image went through my mind. Mel and Charme kissing 
passionately. Hers was a lesbian's kiss, and all the better for that! I had been 
feeling her breast through the thin cotton, as firm and shapely as it had 
seemed when she passed us on the path. Her nipple was erect under my palm. 
Her t-shirt had slipped out of the waistband of her shorts as we sat by the fire, 
and now I slipped my hand up under it, to feel the cool, smooth skin. She 
sighed, but more to the point, lay down backwards, me half on top, still 
kissing and fondling both breasts.

I caressed her thigh. I found I could slide my hand up the side of her combat 
shorts. There was plenty of room. Satin panties over her hips. I caressed her 
through them. How I love satin! But naked flesh even more, and I managed 
to slip my hand inside the panties to feel her hips and the side of her 
buttocks. Now round to the front, and I realised she had shaved her mound. 
Her legs opened slightly as I fingered downwards to find her shaven lips. I 
opened them with finger and thumb. Her clit was juicy and hard.

She reached and felt my cock through my shorts. 'That's nice!' she 
whispered.

'What? My cock or my finger?'

'Both!' She giggled, tickling my ear with her breath. You're big!'

She unzipped her shorts and slipped them down, shorts and panties together. 
In the starlight and the red glow of the fire's embers I could see her legs, 
smooth and shining, and her plump cunt lips, pouting, and glossy from my 
fingering, her little clit peeping out, shockingly red against the ebony flesh.

My turn now. I slipped my shorts down and kicked them off. I heard Charme 
giggle as she saw my cock waving there. Mel just grasped it in a cool, soft 
hand. I pulled her t-shirt up to her neck. Her tits reflected the light.

'Now!' She pulled me on top of her and I felt her legs close around my arse. 
'Now!' Her arms were round my shoulders, and her tits pressed into my 
chest. 'Now!' My cock was pressing against her open slit. 'Now!' Suddenly 
my cock found her vagina as she wriggled beneath me, and as she lifted her 
hips to meet me it slipped into her. 'Yes!' I rested my weight on my elbows 
and fucked her with long, slow sweeps. I like middle-aged women for the 
skill and variety they bring to love. But there is nothing like the feel of a 
teenage cunt. So toned and muscular in its gripping, and yet so wet and 
smooth. I remembered a phrase of Henry Miller's, 'like dipping it in honey.'

A log fell in the fire, sending a column of glowing sparks into the darkness. 
This may have triggered my little black girl because I felt her change beneath 
me. I could just see her face in the starlight. She closed her eyes, and her 
head was rolling side to side. I felt her coming, and she moaned and grunted 
her pleasure. Her fingers dug into my back almost painfully. She bit my neck. 
Her hips rose to meet each of the crashing blows from my belly. I speeded up 
and gave it to her hard and fast as she came, only returning to the long, slow 
thrusts as her first orgasm declined. Her fingers relaxed their grip on my 
shoulder muscles, and her bite became a kiss on my neck.

'That was good, Adam.' She kissed me, her hands caressing my back now.

'Not done yet, sweetie.'

I have a trick, taught me by one of my mother's work-colleagues long ago 
when I was a teenager. It is a way to stop yourself coming. I intended to 
make this fuck last, both because she was worth it, and because I was certain 
she would come back for more if I did. It involves counting in sevens. I was 
on the brink of coming, but this would slow me down. One number with 
each thrust. In my mind, I counted. 'ninety-one, ninety-eight, one-hundred-
and five, one-hundred-and twelve.'

Beside us I heard Charme coming. She was more vocal than Mel. Plenty of 
moans and grunts, but oaths and exhortations too.

And Mel was building up again. I thrust faster. Again the clawing fingers, 
again the moans and panting grunts. I gave her the full weight of my body 
this time, crushing her into the thick, soft grass. 

This time, as I slowed again she was silent, just kissing me passionately. Her 
eyes were shining in the starlight. I raised myself onto my elbows again, and 
kissed her right breast, licking the nipple and then sucking it. This set her off 
again, and she had her third orgasm. 

As she came, I felt a soft hand caress my butt, round each cheek, and then 
slipping into the crack. Charme and Jolyon had finished for now, and were 
joining in with us. Jolyon knelt beside, and was fondling Mel's breasts. I was 
on the brink of coming. This would take more radical measures! Counting in 
thirteens. Concentrates the mind even more. A finger was tip-tapping against 
my anus. A hand caressing my buttocks and hips. Mel's fingers on my back. 
Her hips rising to find mine. 'One-hundred and-forty-three, one-hundred and-
fifty-six, one-hundred-and-sixty-nine.' She was coming again. I watched 
Jolyon tweaking and pulling her nipples. She screamed her pleasure this 
time, and it echoed like some strange creature in pain round the hills. I came, 
pumping into her, the strength of my pleasure the reward for my self-control. 
The longer the fuck, the bigger the cum! Fifth law of thermodynamics! 

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Jolyon went to the girls' tent that night, and Mel joined me.

'That was fantastic, Adam. I've never come like that before.'

'We could have gone on if Charme hadn't slipped her finger into my bum!'

Mel giggled. 'Naughty Charme! But I couldn't. I was done. Cooked!'

'You'd be surprised. I bet you could.' We were lying on top of the double 
sleeping bag, still naked, and I was enjoying the feel of her tits. It was pitch 
dark.

'There's only one sleeping bag!'

'Yes.'

'Does that mean....?'

'Does that mean Adam and Jolyon naked together in bed, having fun? Why, 
yes, Melanie.'

'What, sucking?'

'And fucking. Jolyon fucks me.'

She giggled, and felt my cock. 'I'd like to see that. Charme and I do, too.'

'How long you been fucking, Mel?'

'Four years. I'm sixteen now, so it must be four. But playing with Charme 
since I was ten. An Auntie showed me first, and then I showed Charme.

'Same with Jolyon and me. One of my Dad's friends had me first, and then I 
showed Jolyon. We were about twelve, too.'

'And you been doing it ever since?'

'Mm'

'That's lovely. I like you, Mr Adam.'

'And I like you, Miss Melanie. And not just your lovely bod.'

'I like my men hard. She pressed my belly, and then felt my biceps. Yes, nice 
and hard. Not too muscular, but hard. Especially here.' She giggled as she 
rubbed her hand up and down my shaft.

In the tent next door we could hear Charmaine again, but her swearing was 
muffled.

'They're sucking. You can hear she's got a cock in her mouth. Suck me now, 
Adam.'

'You want a sixty-nine, sweetie.' I was already turning round in the cramped 
tent.

'Mmmm'  

We lay side-by-side, her head resting on my thigh. I could feel her crispy 
hair. I nuzzled her crotch. Her lips were open. I licked, and could taste her 
juice and my cum. She was a skilled sucker, and tickled my balls as she 
gobbled at me. I licked and sucked at her clit, and as I felt her excitement 
rising, slipped my index finger into her cunt. She responded with the tip of a 
finger into my arse. I found her breast with my spare hand and tweaked and 
twisted a nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. I felt her grab 
my hair and pull my face even harder into her crotch. The taste of her cunt 
had now completely masked the taste of my cum. I licked frantically while 
she sucked me, deep in her throat with each thrust. She was moaning and 
panting, muffled and gurgling with my cock between her lips. I felt myself 
coming, and nothing would stop me now. She was coming too. As she 
spasmed under my tongue, cunt gripping my finger, I spurted. She swallowed 
without gagging.

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It was another fine day. Already it was hot inside the tent. I started to caress 
Mel, but she would have none of it. 'Tonight, Adam. Too much to do this 
morning. I hate hurried fucking!'

Complaining, I pulled myself out of the tent. I could feel yesterday's climb in 
my calves; that is unless it was the fucking getting at my leg muscles! I made 
the morning trip to the bushes, and then down to the stream. Charmaine was 
already there, naked and lovely, covered in soap, white whirls on her ebony 
skin. I slipped my boots off...I too was naked... and stepped under the 
waterfall. I screamed. It was ice-cold. Charmaine laughed, a row of perfect 
white teeth.

'Can I borrow your soap?' 

I soaped down.

'Do my back, Adam.'

I needed no second invitation. Standing knee-deep in the icy water, I soaped 
her back, and then her tits, un-asked. They were sharper than Mel's. More 
conical, and the nipples were puffy. But lovely and firm. She leaned back, 
and my cock, hard despite the cold water, rested between the cheeks of her 
arse. I soaped her cunt. She was not shaved, and her hairs were little black 
curls, like tiny springs. She reached  behind, and soaped my cock. I made as 
if to penetrate her.
'Tonight, lover. I want you to do me like you did Mel last night. I heard her! 
Never heard anything like it. And she's got a happy grin on her face this 
morning. I want some of that,'

We held hands under the icy waterfall while she counted to ten. Our yells of 
pain echoed round the hills.

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The first half hour was a climb over short rabbit and goat-cropped grass, with 
rocky outcrops as if the bones of the mountain were showing through its 
flesh. We were four abreast, holding hands, when we reached the col. As we 
took the last few steps there was a sudden, heart-stopping panorama in front 
of us, a great half-circle of icy peaks, stretching off into the distance. That 
was the main range, of which our mountain was just an out-rider. The snow 
was permanent up there.

Mel and Charme fell into each others' arms, embracing. Without thinking, I 
clutched Jolyon and kissed him on the lips. We stood, two couples for 
seconds, un-embarrassed, kissing. Through old habit, our cocks stood, 
pressed the one against the other. By the look of the girls, they were pretty 
excited too.

As we walked along the ridge of the col, we could see down into the valley, 
perhaps six miles away. The lake at the foot was round and black, but I knew 
it would seem blue when we finally reached it. Jolyon pointed out the route 
down, through alpine meadows, pine forests, and finally the oak and beech. 
The path reached the lake almost beneath where we stood, though it had 
wound round the mountainside. Then round the lake to a place where the 
woods had been cleared for a settlement, long gone. There the grass sward  
was beside a narrow beach of white sand, with rocky ridges cutting across it. 
We would camp there, an easy twelve miles downhill today. 

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If anything the air was even warmer than the night before,  probably because 
we were five thousand feet lower. We were sitting in a semi-circle, the four 
of us, with the glowing embers of the fire between us and the waters of the 
lake. A huge full moon lit the scene, and was reflected in the still waters. I 
had my arm around Charmaine, and was caressing one matchless breast. The 
skin was silky beneath my fingers, and her flesh was firm, her nipple a hard 
little nut.

The girls had some pot, and we were passing the cigarette between us, 
getting mellow in my case, and giggly in the case of Charme.

'Do you think we could go to your University in a couple of years when we 
finish school?'

'Since I'm, Chair of the Admissions Committee I should think you stand a 
very good chance.' God, her tits were lovely!

Mel was giggly too. 'I bet you have a lot of your students....'

Jolyon answered for me. 'We manage most of the girls, and the prettiest of 
the boys!'
'And what would your little wives say if they knew? What would they say if 
they could see you now?' In the light of the moon and the glow of the fire I 
could see Jolyon one hand on Melanie's breast, and the other between her 
thighs.

'I'll tell you, Mel. Each Saturday either Pierrette... she's Adam's wife. You'd 
like her. She's a petite blonde. Either Pierrette or my wife Eugenie has a 
party for a few friends. It's more of an orgy. Anything goes. So, you see, they 
wouldn't mind at all.'

Melanie giggled. 'Students too?'

'Only the prettiest!'

'Could We come to your parties? I'd like that!'

'You just want to be sucked off by a petite blonde! Of course you can. You'd 
like Eugenie too. She's Latin looking. Tits nearly as nice as yours, my little 
darling.' He kissed and then sucked a nipple.

While the other two were talking, Charme had taken my free hand in hers 
and guided it to her thighs, and then onto her crotch, as she sat with her legs 
apart. I could feel her crispy little curls. Her cunt was warm, and felt full and 
plump. Her clit just peeped out between her lips, and I ran my finger down 
into her juicy slit. She sighed, and her legs opened just a bit more. I was 
rubbing her clit now, and felt her hand on my cock, rubbing the shaft.

Suddenly she pushed me backwards and was on top of me, astride. I felt her 
grasp my cock and wipe it up and down her slit, and then the warm wetness 
as she lowered herself onto it. I must have worked her up close to the point of 
coming, because she started the commentary of oaths and panting moans that 
I had heard through the tent wall the night before. Then she slipped my cock 
out of her cunt and was shagging me up and down, my cock slipping up and 
down her cuntlips, between us, rubbing against her clit. I reached up with 
both hands, one holding each breast.

'Yes! Fuuuuck. Fuuuuuuck. Oh, shit. Aaaaah! I'm cu....Oh, lover. Yes. Like 
that. My tits. Yes!' I tweaked each nipple as she rode me, and she pounded 
my chest with her little fists. Then she collapsed on me, and I felt my cock 
slip into her again, felt her cunt pulsing. Her tits were nice, pressed against 
my own nipples.

'Jesus! I love that! I love a cock on my clit!'

Beside us, Jolyon was on top of Mel, fucking her slowly and powerfully. His 
arse shone white in the moonlight, her legs crossed round his back, two black 
bars.

I rolled us over, my cock still in her, and lay on top, kissing .'My turn now, 
sweetie. My turn on top.'

Long, slow sweeps, my hair mingling with hers each time our bodies crashed 
together. Then, remembering how she loved her clit to be stimulated, I 
moved an inch or two higher up her body. Now each time I thrust, my cock 
ran its length against her nub. Her hips rose against me to make the friction 
even greater. She started to come. I pressed my lips to hers and forced my 
tongue into her mouth. She was bucking and wriggling under me. I felt her 
coming, silent with her mouth blocked by mine. I was in danger off coming, 
but her finger nails dug into my shoulder muscles, and then raked painfully 
down my back as she came. The fierce pain helped my control, and I was 
back to long, slow, deep sweeps when I released her mouth.

'That was....'

'Sh!' I interrupted her. 'I want you kneeling!'

'I don't....'

'Your cunt, I mean! From behind. Kneel!'  

I grasped her hips and pulled her back onto me. My cock slid in. 'You do 
your cli! You do your clit, and I'll do your tits.'

Her hand was already down between her legs, and I could feel her fingers 
tweaking and rubbing a centimetre from my cock. I reached two arms around 
her, my hands beneath her, and holding her by the tits. Now I could pull her 
away from me, and then towards me again, using her tits.

Beside us, the other two had finished, and were laying side-by-side panting.

The running commentary beneath me started again, unmasked by any 
swallowed cock this time, and I shagged harder, making my thighs crash into 
her polished arse. I could feel her fingers clutching at her clit. I took one hand 
off a tit, and dabbled it in the mixed cum and juices. On impulse I slipped a 
finger into her arse. She squealed, but still her buttocks slapped back with 
each thrust.

Then I felt a finger penetrate my arse. 'Bastard!' I roared. But the finger 
persisted, and I felt my arse gripped by two smooth hands. It was too much. 
The weight of her body on my back, breasts boring into my bleeding flesh, a 
tit in my hand, my finger in her arse, and a finger wanking my tender 
arsehole. I was coming! There was nothing I could do. I heard myself yelling, 
and her cries echoed over the loch as well. I heard Jolyon and his partner 
laughing, giggling pot-induced burbling. I collapsed onto her, my cock still 
up her, and was sandwiched between the two lovely girls.

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Next morning we parted, the girls on around the loch to the village bus-stop, 
Jolyon and I on up the mountain to our cock-filled vacation.