Glacier Fuck Fest: My Raw Threesome at 3000m in the Alps

June 2005. Glaciers from Chamonix to Zermatt. My man and I, no guide, just us. Encorded, his eyes on my ass in the harness. We hit the refuge early, around noon. Empty except the guardian. And her. Blonde bombshell, Helena. Buck naked on the terrace. Legs wide. Guardian’s tongue buried in her shaved pussy. Her massive tits heaving, nipples hard in the crisp air. Nordic goddess moaning low.

I freeze. Heat rushes between my thighs. My man’s cock tents his pants instantly. I see it twitch. Grab his bulge. Squeeze. We drop packs. Hands frantic. I unzip him, stroke that thick shaft. He fingers me through my pants. Wet already. We watch. Her hips buck. His head bobs. Slurping sounds carry on the wind. Glacier creaks distant. Our breaths sync. Eyes locked on her orgasm face—eyes rolling, back arching.

The Approach

They spot us. No shame. She spreads wider. Smiles wicked. He keeps licking. We strip fast. Naked in sun. My tits free, his cock throbbing. Hers stroke slow. But chopper roars in. Dresses on. Rushed lunch. Helena kisses goodbye. Her tongue darts mine. Hands grope my tits, his balls. ‘See you soon,’ she purrs. Teasing. We hike on. Pussies tingling.

Vignettes refuge. Empty. Snowstorm dumps 1.5m fresh. Trapped. Bliss. I strip for cold wash. Water bites like ice. Nipples diamond-hard. Tits jiggle as I gasp. He towels me rough. Hands turn caress. Sucks my tits. Bites. Tongue flicks. I claw his chest. Foot rubs his cock. Hard steel. Ice cube trails my skin. Goosebumps. Shiver. He melts it on my clit. I do his ass crack. Humps air.

Naked on snow lounger. Furs soft. He slams in. Deep. Raw. No condom, just need. Hips grind. My cries echo off peaks. Cum hard together. Sweat mixes. Round two. I suck him salty. Balls heavy. He eats me. Tongue spears. Clit throbs. Sixty-nine heaven. Then cowgirl reverse. Ass slaps. G-spot hits. We explode again.

The Explosion

Chopper drops her. Helena. Again. Eyes devour us. Knows we fucked. Strips to tank. Nipples poke. We spy her rub on lounger. Dinner: caviar, champagne from granny. Sauna heats. Steam thick. Her naked, sweat-glistened. Grabs his cock. I watch, finger myself. Snow roll. They lick pussies outside. Ice burns. Desire roars.

Dark sauna. Hands everywhere. Mouths. One rides his dick. Other on his face. Tastes different—Helena’s tangy. Swap. I fuck snow-doggy. He pounds. Cum shakes me. Helena next. Slippery. Beatrix caresses her tits. We rotate. Screams. Cum floods.

Nude dinner. Fingers dip caviar on nipples. Lick clean. Bed tangle. Hands roam all night.

Pine d’Arolla summit. They suck me off. Cum arcs on snow. Group arrives. Reality bites. We hike on. Kiss Helena bye. Strangers again. Zermatt three days later. Sore thighs. Fucked-out grin. Glacier ghosts haunt my wet dreams.