Balling Besties in the Badlands

(Guest Appearance by Snowy_Secret)

Author's Note: I would like to caution perspective readers; this story is edgier than most I have written. It is filled with taboos and fetishes. Please remember as you read; that it is "Erotic Fiction," and not a snapshot of my life, who I am, or in any tangible form a summary of my desires. There are many things in my life I have never done, but I can write about them.

As a young man I had multiple older female lovers. Each of them helped mold me into the lover I am today. As I got older, I had my share of curious young vixens, all of them legal age, who also sought my attention. I taught them what I could, and did things to them no one ever had, all the while drinking in the sparkle in their eyes, enjoying the scent of their fertile young pussies clinging to my spent cock and the sweet erotic taste lingering upon my lips.

Older and younger lovers have been hooking up almost since the beginning of time. For many it's a fetish, for others an obsession, for a few just a fantasy. All the fictional characters in this story are over 18 years of age. Enjoy your reading and if you choose to rate this story please do so with an open mind.

The skies were clouding up quickly and a severe storm, followed by several inches of heavy snow, was forecast overnight. It was Mid-April in the Badlands of South Dakota and the weather, as always there, even in the summer when it's balls hot, was extremely unpredictable. We were far away from our home in the Ozarks on a "maiden voyage" in our new Class A Motorhome, returning to the area for the first time since last August when we made the trip up with our old motorhome and both bikes to Sturgis for the Rally. We were driving back in our little drag-along Honda from a local general store, having picked up a few fresh items for dinner.

Sitting at a nearby campsite were two tightly bundled figures, braving the dropping temperatures roasting hot dogs over the campfire. We couldn't help but wonder if they knew about the approaching storm. They waved to us silently as we exited the warm little car and scampered inside with our groceries. Snowy kept glancing out the window at them as she put away the groceries. It was early afternoon and Snowy was making cheesy potato soup, salad, and bread sticks for dinner. I sat back in the plush, leather theater seat and turned on the ballgame. We were up 5-2 in the seventh inning, which meant nothing since pre-season baseball means nothing really.

Our new Diesel Pusher was our pride and joy, having cost almost half of what our home was appraised at, it had all the amenities. A king-size bed in the Master, multiple power slide-outs, an outdoor cooking station, a heated fireplace, and a big screen TV. We had chosen a small, private campground just off I-90, about halfway between the Badlands National Park and the Missouri River. There were only a few of the campsites occupied since it was before the summer camping season began. Snowy and I like our privacy, so this "off the main drag" spot was perfect for us.

"Daddy, they look cold and hungry," Snowy said softly, leaning over the counter, looking out the window, her ass looking good even in her sweats.

"Who baby, who looks hungry?" I asked, focusing more on the TV than what she was saying as a ground rule double made it 6-2 for the good guys.

"Those two people with the tent," she replied. "They're huddling together and shivering. Can we invite them in, maybe feed them? We have plenty?" She asked with that animal shelter look in her eyes.

"Sure baby, as soon as this inning is over, I will go over and invite them for dinner," I told her and smiled back.

"I love you, Daddy!" she whispered, scampering in her slippers over to the arm of my chair, batting her eyelashes with a playful smirk on her face.

"Uh huh," I told her, pulling her across my legs, delivering a swat to her bottom as she giggled and wiggled atop my thighs.

The inning ended after two more runs. I kept my promise, put on my winter coat, and headed outside. I walked over through the biting wind, to the campfire, which was fading quickly, and invited our mummified guests for dinner and a chance to warm up. They graciously accepted and said they would be over in just a few minutes if that was OK. I told them it was certainly OK and said they might want to batten down the hatches, as a late winter storm was moving in, and things might get a little rocky. They thanked me repeatedly and started putting things away as I turned and walked back towards the motorhome. The temperature felt like it had dropped another ten degrees already.

I had no idea at that moment what our random act of kindness was going to blossom into, just a few hours later, we would be christening our new home away from home in an incredibly special, and unforgettable way. Snowy continued cooking, smiling over her shoulder at me as she boiled potatoes, and I sat back down in front of the TV and began searching for something suitable for entertaining. The storm was making good reception with our rooftop satellite dish difficult, so I turned on the Alpine system on the wall and started pumping music through the six wheeled palace.

"Are they a couple?" Snowy asked, rinsing a stalk of celery.

"They could be," I replied, not telling her they were two young girls. I wasn't sure how old they were, or if they were a couple, but I had an inkling they might be. It didn't matter anyway, inviting them over to give them shelter and a meal was the right thing to do.

"I think so baby," I told her, listening to the knife repeatedly strike the cutting board.

Our temporary neighbors were cold, probably hungry, and we had plenty. A little while later, there was a gentle knock at the coach door. Snowy answered it in her hoodie and tight clinging sweatpants, smiling as she let our guests in for the evening. She raised her eyebrows softly when she realized they were two young girls. One was white, the other black.

"Hi ladies, I'm Snowy and this is Mr. Wett," she said with a bright smile, helping them with their neck scarves, college toboggans, and backpacks.

"Hi! I'm Michala and this is Mindy," said the pretty Black girl.

"Welcome girls, make yourselves at home, dinner will be ready in a little while," I told them getting up to properly greet them.

"Thank you for inviting us over, it' so cold out there. We were talking about packing up and heading home a day early," said Mindy, the taller of the two girls. "I guess we can tough it out one more night."

Both girls were strikingly pretty, but dangerously young. My groin stirred as I discretely gazed upon their tight-fitting jeans; their round firm asses, and the little nipple bumps beneath their hoodies. Snowy told them what we were having for dinner, much to their delight. Mindy offered to help Snowy with the meal, saying that she loves to cook and often helps her mother prepare meals for her and her sisters when she is home on break. Michala sat down in one of the big comfortable chairs next to me, and we struck up a casual conversation.

"Ladies, we're having wine with supper, so I need to see your ID's," teased Snowy, just as curious about the girl's ages as I was.

The girls giggled and reached for their licenses, both pulling them out for Snowy to peruse. They huddled around Snowy and held out their IDs.

"OK, let's see... Twenty-one years and three months, and oh wow! Uhl, we have a birthday girl in the house. Today is Michala's twenty-first birthday," Snowy said with a smile. I could see the wheels already turning in her sexy little mind.

"Do we get to spank her baby?" I teased jokingly, as the sexy young girl smiled, covered her pretty bottom with the backsides of her open hands, and wiggled partially behind Snowy.

"N-o-o-o," she giggled bashfully, peering playfully around my baby.

We all chatted for a while as dinner simmered on the stove. We were just getting ready to sit down for dinner when one of the girl's phones rang, it was Mindy's. It was her mother calling to check on them. She had heard the weather forecast and was trying to talk them into coming home ahead of the storm. Mindy told her they were having dinner and staying warm with some new friends from the campground with an R.V. Her mother seemed happy with the news and must have asked her our names. "It's Snowy and Uhl, Mom," I heard her say softly. I watched her roll her eyes a little embarrassed, then hand her cellphone to Snowy.

"She wants to talk to you," the young girl said, shaking her head softly.

My baby took the phone a little reluctantly, then in her own motherly way, assured Mindy's mother that both girls would be fine and that together, she and I would not let anything bad happen to them. Snowy told her what we were having for dinner and chatted like they were old friends. "They're twenty-one and I know I have to stop worrying about them at some point, but I just can't," I heard the woman's voice say as Snowy held the phone just away from her ear. Momma must have liked what she heard; after a few more seconds of listening as they talked, I heard Snowy reassuring the woman one more time.

"Yes Ma'am, we'll take good care of them. Bye, Bye," I heard her say as she hung up and handed the phone back to Mindy.

After a wonderful meal, we all huddled around the electric fireplace and chatted. The girls both sipped wine while Snowy and I drank rum and bourbon. I grabbed the remote and lowered the blinds in the coach, as the storm outside intensified and the frequency of the lightening increased. Thunder shook the walls of the RV, and the rain pelted the windows as the night went on. It turned out that both girls were athletes and extremely competitive. Michala was a swimmer and Mindy, the shortstop on the college softball team. The storm lasted for hours, with rolling thunder shaking the motorcoach occasionally, making the girls more than a little uneasy.

We chatted for a long time; revealing things about ourselves and getting to know each other as the storm raged outside. The sexy pair confessed they were lovers; they had been together since their freshman year in college. They reluctantly confided in us that neither of them had ever been with a boy. It was hard for me to imagine that somewhere along the way a horny young guy hadn't stuck a hard cock in either of them. My mind filled with all sorts of tawdry thoughts. It had been a long time since I had bed a virgin, the last being a cute little blonde intern that worked with Snowy at the TV station.

Snowy turned up the Alpine system in the Coach a little, hoping to take the girl's minds off the storm. She poured them each another flute of wine, herself another rum and me another bourbon. My baby sat down beside me after rinsing off the dishes and sipped on her rum as she crossed her legs. accentuating her impressive camel toe. She was up to something, I could tell. I just didn't know what. I knew the moment she got up, swayed over to the counter, and pulled out a fresh deck of playing cards. Snowy smiled mischievously at me as she walked slowly back, shaking her hips.

"Do you ladies like to play cards?" Snowy asked, after retrieving a brand-new deck from the drawer under the counter by the door, unwrapping them slowly.

"We do!" said Mindy, adjusting slightly in her seat.

"What do you know how to play?" asked Snowy innocently.

'Poker, mostly," replied Michala.

"Strip poker," giggled Mindy, blushing red, recalling a recent dorm room slumber party that both girls had attended.

"Strip poker, huh?" teased Snowy as the girls sipped their wine. "You know that Uhl and I are nudists?" she added as their eyes widened.

Both girls looked at each another and giggled, Michala bit her lower lip and squeezed her legs together. I raised an eyebrow, more than a bit taken by Snowy's boldness, then took another sip of bourbon as I watched the girls' less than innocent reaction. The first cards hadn't even been dealt yet, but I had a feeling that if I played them right, when they hit the table, I could be holding three Queens before the night was over. My cock hardened slowly beneath my jeans as my mind processed all the erotic possibilities.

"I'm teasing you," Snowy said softly, "We are honestly swingers, that just spend a lot of time naked. Do you know what that is?" added Snowy. "So, what do you say girls? Are you in or out?" asked my baby with a reassuring smile.

Both girls nodded shyly to her question and looked apprehensively at each other. Michala shrugged her shoulders and smiled. Mindy simply giggled softly.

"I -- I -- I guess we're in," stuttered Mindy nervously, tilting her head softly, squeezing her little titties together between her upper arms as another flash of lightening, followed by a loud clap of thunder, lit up the campground and shook the RV.

"I knew I should have worn a bra," joked Michala, squeezing Mindy's left thigh softly as Snowy shuffled the deck.

"Winner takes all," Snowy told the curious and adventurous pair, preparing to deal out the cards. "This will be fun," smiled Snowy shuffling the crisp new deck.

The girls squirmed nervously and giggled mischievously as Snowy dealt out the first hand. The first few hands were inconsequential for the most part, leaving shoes and socks in piles on the floor, but things got interesting when Michala dealt me three kings. I had lost my shirt and shoes, the girls were both barefoot, and Snowy was down to just her tight black sweatpants and baggie hoodie. I smiled softly as I laid my hand out on the table. Their eyes widened and they began to blush when they realized that reveal time had come.

"Who's going first?" I asked, leaning back smiling wide, brushing my goatee with my thumb and index finger, feeling my cock grow harder in my jeans.

Snowy smiled softly and peeled off her hoodie with the girls both watching. Sighing softly, but deviously as her gorgeous bare tits settled on her chest. Her nipples were hard and dark, drawn up tight, the tips were blood filled. Tiny little nipple bumps lined the perimeter of her quarter sized areolas and complimented her diamond studded barbells. I wanted to suck them instantly but powered through the urge by giving my stiffening cock a gentle rub beneath the table. Mindy peeled off her sweater slowly and revealed a succulent pair of C-Cups wrapped in one of Victoria's prettiest lace bras. Michala, being braless beneath her hoodie, chose to go with another, less revealing option.

The pretty Black girl stood up, eased back from the table, slowly and hesitantly she unsnapped her jeans and slid down her zipper. She turned away shyly, tucked her thumbs inside the waist on both sides and wiggled off her tight-fitting jeans. Her ass was amazing, round, and muscular, the narrow ribbon of her light-yellow thong was pulled up tight between her cheeks, The contrast of the pastel yellow panties against her flawless ebony flesh made my cock throb. Precum oozed from the tip and flooded into my silk boxers when she turned slowly to face us.

Michala revealed one of the sexiest camel-toes I had ever seen. The seam of her toe was well defined, the soft fabric of her panties was pulled up tightly between the swollen, puffy outer lips of her pussy, a little darker and moist.

"Someone's a little excited," teased Snowy, softly wrenching her ready to be sucked nipples as Michala sat back down, squeezing her legs together, shyly trying to hide her wetness as Mindy shuffled the card.

Michala won the next hand and watched smiling as the rest of us shed clothing. I stripped down to my black silk boxers as Snowy took off her last piece of clothing. Now naked and out of the game, she sat down Indian style in the chair closest to the electric fireplace. Mindy thought about it for a moment, then wiggled out her jeans, letting us all see the pink cotton bikini panties she was wearing. Now at a disadvantage, I needed to up my game. With Mindy in her matching pink bra and panties, and Michala in her gray North Dakota Hoodie and her bright yellow thong, the three of us played on.

Both young girls grew a little bolder with every additional sip of wine they took, staring at my baby's hard nipples as she sat naked and silent, with her hand rubbing softly between her thighs, waiting for the next hand. Mindy took a lengthy gaze at Snowy's gorgeous body, admiring her smooth hairless pussy, then summoned the courage to ask before I started dealing out the hand.

"Do you wax or shave Ms. Snowy?" she asked smiling, blushing a little.

"I am shaven baby, but I don't do it; Mr. Wett does," replied Snowy, tugging softly at my salt & pepper hair.

"Oh, no way," giggled Michala. "I would never let a man shave me there," added the half-naked swimmer.

"He does it all the time," Snowy told them. "He's very good with a razor," she added as I smiled innocently. "How many different women have you shaved baby?" she asked me with a smile.

"More than a dozen baby girl," I answered, taking another sip of my bourbon, watching both girls squirm nervously. "I've never drawn a drop of blood," I chuckled softly.

My next hand: a full house, aces and eights, left both girls topless, nervously folding their arms in front of them trying unsuccessfully to hide their pert young breasts. Michala's modest B-Cup titties jiggled softly as she shuffled the cards and dealt the final hand of the night. I read my cards weighing the options carefully, trying to read their faces, as they hem-hawed around. In a bold move, I threw down two cards and took two from the dealer. I held the 5, 8, and 9 of hearts. I needed some help if I was going to win this hand. Pulling the cards up into my fanned-out trio, I added the 6 and 7 of hearts, I had hit. I was feeling good.

"What do you have Mr. Wett?' asked Mindy with a cocky smirk.

"Ladies first," I smiled, leaning back into my chair, watching as each girl closely as they played her final hand.

"I have a pair of ladies," smiled Michala nervously, laying down a pair of queens, knowing inside that wasn't likely going to be enough to win the hand and that she was going to be naked very shortly.

"I have three Jacks," beamed Mindy, laying her cards and her tits on the table.

"Read them and weep girls," I smiled, after hesitating briefly, elevating the suspense, before placing my hand on the table.

Michala closed her eyes and slapped her forehead, while Mindy softly muttered "shit" as reality set in. I had won the game, and it was time for them to get naked. They both eased from behind the table and walked over slowly holding hands as I turned my chair to face them, the bulge in my boxers, no longer hidden beneath the table was clearly visible. I smiled softly as they stood nervously in front of me. I slid from my chair onto my knees on the floor in front of them. Their panties were damp and clingy; their nipples were hard and ripe.

Mindy smiled nervously as I ran my open hands slowly up the backside of her thighs and placed warm, wet butterfly kisses around her navel. She pushed her fingers through my hair and wiggled like a dashboard mounted hula girl when I nuzzled the soft, damp crotch of her pretty panties and inhaled deeply. Michala slid her hand beneath her own damp panties and rubbed her puffy folds gently, she knew she was next. She watched quietly as I explored her bestie's excited little pussy and listened to the soft pleasure filled moans as I tasted her through the wet cotton fabric.

"Fuck," I moaned, with the wet spot in my boxers growing larger, curling my fingers beneath the waistband, wiggling those pretty panties slowly down off her firm round ass, holding them to the floor as she braced herself by placing her hand on my shoulder and stepped out of them.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said softly, her voice cracking slightly.

"Now, turn around pretty girl," I told her as Michala watched curiously.