How Polygamy Begins – 6 - Sex Stories

How Polygamy Begins – 6

The first three days of our stay were pretty tame in the sex department. Jean Francois worked the girls hard to teach them to ski or ski better. They all complained of pains in places they didn’t know existed, but they were all skiing like pros by day four.

Connie, Sue, and I all opted for traditional skis, whereas Rachel, Heather, Melly, and Brandi chose snowboards. While Melly and I were highly proficient skiers, Rachel and Brandi were the only others who had ever skied. Connie had water skied, but Heather and Sue had never done any skiing.

Graduating from Jean Francois ski school would culminate in a twenty-five-mile run after jumping out of a helicopter at the top of a local mountain. To wit, Heather exclaimed, “No fuckin way, dude!”

“It will be the biggest rush of your life and the most fun you can have with your clothes on,” exclaimed! Jean Francois.

“When and where are we planning to Heliski, Jean Francois?” I asked.

“Your Mum wants to ski Monte Rosa, and then, if everyone is up for it, the Matterhorn glacier trail the day after Christmas,” responded Jean Francois.

On the fifth day, we jumped from platforms on top of a double black diamond run to simulate jumping from the Helicopter. Although Jean Francois explained that we may land on a plateau a couple hundred meters from the top, depending on conditions.

Heather had reservations about jumping from even the lowest platform until Melly teased and coaxed her into jumping. Heather is a tough girl ...

... in many ways, but she also has her weak points. She had mastered the three-meter jump and, after some hesitation, made several five-meter jumps. The seven-meter jump had her fear level on overdrive, though.

Heather had sat on the edge of the seven-meter jump for twenty minutes while the rest had gone a couple of times each. That is until Melly hopped up beside her, jumped out, and did an Indy Grab while flipping Heather the bird and screaming, “Chicken Shiiiit!”

Heather immediately followed Melly, made a perfect butter landing, expertly maneuvered the moguls, and caught Melly at the bottom of the run. Melly had no idea Heather was behind her, so she stopped and jumped around in a 180 to look up the hill. At that exact moment, Heather skidded to a halt in front of Melly and sprayed her face with snow.

“Who are you calling chicken shit bitch,” screamed Heather as she tackled Melly into the snow.

As the rest of us skied up to them, it became apparent that Heather and Melly were mock fighting. When Rach tried to break them apart, Melly smacked Rach in the head with a snowball.

“Oh, it’s on now bitch,” exclaimed Rachel!

The whole scene digressed into one big snowball fight until Jean-Francois skied up and yelled, “Ladies, this is not dignified!” To wit, the girls stopped for a moment, gave him a look, and then pelted him with six snowballs before he could ski away.

I had been looking at the snowball fight before Jean-Francois arrived and departed until Melly ...