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Sight Seeing|Cold Night|Camping|Threesome|Interracial

Snow Bunnies Chapter Two: Cold Night

Terry takes the two blondes out into the wilds to see the sights and more.

I woke up early and went out to fuel three of my snowmobiles. I made sure they were in good shape and ready to go, then got them onto the trailer.

I knew of a few places that Alison and Debbie would love that had great views of the snow-capped mountains as well as a frozen waterfall.

“Hey,” I smiled as I met them outside their villa.

“Wow,” Debbie smiled as she climbed into the passenger seat. “Nice truck!”

“Yeah,” Alison sat in the back. “Those for us?”

“Yup,” I looked back as Alison put on her seatbelt.

‘Dayum!’ I thought as I watched her large breasts bounce under the black sweater.

I put the truck in drive and shook my head. ‘They don’t call them sweater puppies for nothing.’ I thought as I drove off.

Alison and Debbie talked about their night out with me. When they returned to their villa, some male tourists were outside grilling and kept hitting on them.

“We always get the same thing,” Debbie said as she looked at me. “That they could make us straight again.”

“Yeah, like we haven’t heard that before,” Alison smiled.

“I am sure you guys get a lot of men trying to change your mind,” I grinned as we went through the backwoods.

“A lot is an understatement,” Debbie sat back. “Some men think it’s their manly duty to make us go back to liking dicks.”

“Not saying there is anything wrong with it,” Alison intervened from the back.

“Yeah, most of the female toys are shaped like one, so,” I laughed.

“Hey!” Alison laughed along.

“They last longer,” Debbie said. “And don’t come with extra baggage.”

“Or egos,” Alison added.

“You got me there,” I surrendered.

“It’s nice to be around a guy that doesn’t think that he has to change us,” Debbie stared at me.

“Nothing to change,” I shrugged. “You guys seem happy together, so why change that?”

“See, how hard is that to accept?” Alison said as I put the truck in park. “That’s as far as I can go with this, got to use them to go any further.”

“Well, I hope you’re a good teacher,” Debbie said, opening the door. “We’ve never rode one of them before.”

“Neither have I,” Alison said as we got out.

I smiled as I got the snowmobiles off the trailer.

Alison and Debbie were taking pictures of the outdoors. “It’s so quiet,” Debbie said as she looked around.

The forest area was covered with snow, and icicles were hanging from the branches of the trees.

“Yeah, no tourists in these areas,” I said. “I usually charge a pretty penny to show people some of these areas.”

“No,” Alison said. “How much? We can pay you.”

“Save your money,” I said as I started one of the mobiles up. “It’s good to have company.”

I showed Alison first, as she seemed to learn things quickly. Soon, she was driving it around the small open area like a pro.

I had to get on behind Debbie and show her as it was a bit harder for her to grasp the controls without hitting anything, but after a few mishaps she got the hang of it.

Soon, we were zipping through the trees and toward the outlook.

“My god Debbie!” Alison said as she moved the safety goggles from her eyes upward.

“Alison!” Debbie said as they walked to the edge.

I smiled proudly as the two stood in wonder at the mountains around them. For a long time, they didn’t say a word but just stood close together, hand in hand.

“It’s amazing,” Debbie turned to look at me. “Thank you!”

“Yes, thank you,” Alison grinned.

“Want a picture?” I asked as I held my camera.

“Absolutely,” they both said.

I took a few pictures, and then they wanted a photo of me between them. I set the camera up on one of the mobiles and stood with them.

‘The guys are going to love this,’ I thought as I stood between the two blondes.

“Got somewhere else to show you,” I said as we got back on and sped away.

This time, as we got to the frozen lake with the waterfall, a few locals showed some of the tourists around. I was a bit disappointed in Logan, but he was falling on hard times, so I was sure he was charging them more than usual to show them around.

“Sorry, Terry,” Logan said as Debbie and Alison went to take pictures by the fall.

“No need, Logan,” I shook his hand.

“I wouldn’t do it if Marsha and…” he said as he looked at me.

“Logan, family is always first,” I patted him on the shoulder. “You need anything you come by you hear me?”

“Yes sir,” Logan smiled.

“Take them by the outlook, it’s sunny and you should charge them for photos, say something like native Indians or something like that,” I smiled.

“Thanks Terry, I will,” Logan nodded as his group walked toward their snow vehicles.

I watched them walk away.

“What was that about?” Debbie asked.

“Logan’s a good kid,” I watched as they drove away. “Marsha his wife has medical problems,” I wasn’t going to tell them everything. “He needs the extra cash.”

“Did you tell him about the view, he could charge an arm and a leg for that alone,” Alison said. “I told him.”

“Good, plus gas and everything,” Debbie said. “I would.”

“You are starting to sound like a local,” I laughed.

“Hey, this is your place, everybody coming up here and trashing it and bringing their families and kids,” Alison shrugged. “Up charge the fuck out of everything.”

“Especially restaurants,” Debbie added as we got back on our vehicles. “Those loud ass kids, that can’t behave, fuck them, up charge for kids meals.”

I laughed as we started to drive back toward the truck.

“This was great,” Alison said, slightly disappointed.

“Yeah,” Debbie said.

I could see they were disappointed with something.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I like it out here,” Alison said. “It’s quiet, no street lights, and no loud ass drunks.”

“Especially the loud ass drunks,” Debbie said.

“Okay,” I smiled. “Crazy idea, and it might be a bit out there.”

“We are listening,” Alison smiled.

“Want to camp out here for the night?” I asked.

“Yes!” they both said with excitement.

“Wow, that was fast,” I smiled. “Okay, I will take these back and get some equipment for the night, and you guys should get a change of clothes and a lot of layers. It’s going to be very cold!”

“Thank you so much!” Alison hugged me.

Then Debbie hugged me.

“Wait until tonight, you might rethink that,” I said.

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“You lucky son of a bitch!” Dawson yelled.

“What?” I asked with a huge smile on my face.

I went by his house to pick up a few things.

“Camping in the outdoors with two blondes,” he shook his head.

“They are lesbians, Dawson,” I said, putting some of the things in the back of the truck.

“Busty blonde lesbians,” Dawson stared at me.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked as I closed the tailgate.

“For a black guy sometimes, I think you forget that you are actually black,” Dawson shook his head.

“Now, that means something, spit it out,” I stared at him.

“Blondes like black guys,” Dawson said. “I didn’t make the rule, don’t like the rule, but it’s a rule.”

“There is no such rule,” I laughed.

“Hey, like I said, I didn’t make it,” Dawson held up his hands. “I am just saying Blondes on Blacks isn’t just a porn video and it sure didn’t start with porn either.”

“You need to go back into the house, before Darlene hears the words coming out of your mouth, she might shoot you,” I said as we shook hands.

“I am just saying,” Dawson laughed. “Come on you mutt!” He called my dog.

I was letting Dawson and Darlene dog-sit for the night.

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“Wow,” Debbie said as I finished setting up the tent.

“What?” I asked.

“We thought it was going to be one of those small tents,” Alison said.

“Oh, one of those boy scout tents?” I laughed.

“Yeah,” Debbie said as she got inside.

“Nah, bought this a long time ago,” I said as I set up the beds.

Debbie and Alison were amazed at how big the inside was. “Can actually stand in here.”

“No bending and crawling to get into it,” I laughed.

As night set in, we ate dinner by the fire, and Debbie and Alison went into the tent to get warmer clothes.

“You weren’t kidding,” Alison said as she sat on one of the folding chairs I had brought. “It’s fucking freezing!”

“If you have changed your mind, it’s only a half hour back down,” I said. “I can come back up tomorrow morning to take everything back.”

“No,” Alison shook her head. “I will warm up.”

“She gets cold easily,” Debbie smiled. “You should see her back at home in the winter, she looks like a wooly mammoth!”

The two of them were always teasing each other.

“So, you know a lot about us,” Alison said as she looked at me. “What’s your story.”

I stared at the fire and then told them about my ex-wife and how she left me for a younger guy with more money and a brighter future. Elise, my ex, was like me. We came up here for a visit one vacation and fell in love with it.

We moved here while we were still dating. Eventually, we got married here, built our house, and became part of the community. Then, after three years, she decided it was too small for her and missed the city life. She met someone online, and that was it. There was no goodbye, no let’s talk about it, nothing. I came home one day after work, and she was gone.

I got the divorce papers in the mail, and that was the end of it. I looked Elise up and saw her back in our old neighborhood with a younger man and a lovely house. I didn’t contact her or anything after I saw that she was happy.

“Sorry to hear,” Debbie said.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” I shrugged as I stoked the fire.

“Are you happy?” Alison asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I got my shop, the house, the garage and I make good with what I got. Dawson and the others keep me company.”

“Good,” Debbie smiled.

“Dawson is a funny guy,” Alison smiled.

“Yes, he is,” I grinned. “Says some off the wall things at times, but he has a good heart.”

“I am sure he said a few things about us,” Debbie smiled.

“Oh yeah,” I chuckled.

“What?” Alison stared at me.

“Nothing I can say out loud,” I laughed.

“No one is around for miles,” Debbie sat back and stared at me.

“Okay,” I sat up.

I repeated what Dawson said, and they both laughed.

“Well,” Alison folded her arms and stared at me. “He isn’t wrong about the porn part.”

“Yeah, Blondes on Blacks, Blacks on Blondes, Blacks and Blondes, I mean the list is endless,” Debbie said.

“And to be truthful,” Alison stared over at her wife. “If, and I mean if, big if, I was to go back to men, it would be a black guy.”

“Definitely!” Debbie added with some authority. “Hands down.”

I sat back and looked at them. “Why?”

“Easy, you guys are more,” Alison paused.

“Assertive, and like you for example, you take charge,” Debbie said. “You see something you go for it.”

“Also, what if I said one of your black women was dating or sleeping with a white male?” Alison asked me.

“First, not mine. Unless she has a ring on her finger, she isn’t anybody’s, and she can do whatever and whoever she wants,” I smiled. And if I knew her, then who cares? I am not dating her.”

“See!” Debbie pointed. “Most, not all white males take a white woman dating a black male as an insult, when it has nothing to do with them as a whole.”

I had to agree with that. A lot of the local men didn’t like seeing interracial couples walking around and, as they would say, ‘parading it’ in front of them.

“Plus, the whole black cock thing,” Alison said.

“Of course,” Debbie added.

I stared at them, knowing they were about to burst anytime now.

They both started laughing at the same time.

“Was expecting that,” I laughed with them.

“Who made that up by the way?” Debbie asked.

“I think it was one of you,” I laughed.

“White woman, of course,” Alison nodded. “We like things that are small, tiny and cute.”

“So, something a little larger than normal and it’s Oh My God, it’s so HUGE!” Debbie mocked in her best white girl voice.

As the night grew darker and colder, we put out the fire and turned on the small heater that I had brought.

We moved the chairs to the truck and went inside the tent.

“So,” Debbie said as we lay on the beds.

It was completely dark inside the tent.

“Yes,” I said as I sat up and turned on the portable light.

I knew Debbie was the talker.

“Have you been with a white woman?” Debbie asked.

“Debbie!” Alison sat up.

“Curious minds,” Debbie said.

“No,” I smiled.

Alison was the one who stared at me now. “Ever? I mean, like a girlfriend in high school, dating, anything?”

“Nope,” I shrugged. “Never really happened for me.”

“I am shocked,” Alison said.

“I’m not,” Debbie smiled. “The way you keep staring at our hair and well our boobs, I could tell.”

I grinned. “Harder not to stare at them.”

“Well, she has never been with a man,” Alison added.

It was my turn to be shocked.

“What!” I turned to Debbie.

“Nope, never,” Debbie grinned. “Been a lesbo all my life.”

“You?” I asked Alison.

“Two guys in my college years,” Alison said. “Disappointed by both of them.”

“Huh,” I said, staring at these two beautiful blondes.

“I think we should do it,” Debbie said excitedly.

“Do what?” I asked.

“Fuck!” Debbie got out of bed.

“Definitely!” Alison exclaimed.

Before I knew it, I had two blondes pouncing on me and stripping my clothes off.

“Well, that’s not a rumor!” Alison stared at my cock.

“I thought it was supposed to shrink in the cold,” Debbie said as her hand gripped it.

“Fuck!” I said as I felt Debbie’s mouth fall onto my cock.

For someone that had never been with a guy, Debbie knew how to suck a dick.

“Come here,” I gripped Alison and pulled her toward me as we kissed. Then, she pulled on her sweater and shirt.

“Like them?” Alison asked as she took off her bra.

“Fuck yes!” I said as I started sucking one of her bright pink nipples.

Debbie’s head bounced up and down on my cock as Alison pushed me down onto the ground and straddled my face.

‘Fuck yes!’ I thought as I licked and sucked on Alison while Debbie sucked my cock.

Debbie stopped sucking, and then I felt it; she was riding my cock.

‘Two hot fucking blondes!’ I thought as one rode my face and the other rode my cock.

I felt Alison’s thighs tighten around my head and her nails dig into the top of my head as I tongued her hot box. I felt Debbie riding me harder.

“Fuck yes!” I heard Alison yell as it felt like she was going to crush my head between her legs.

I was so glad there was no one around for miles as Alison was very loud. “Eat me!” Alison yelled. “You long tongued freak!”

I reached around and held her thighs down on me as I licked and sucked on her.

“Switch!” Debbie yelled.

“Dammit!” Alison said as they switched positions.

“Holy fuck!” I said as Alison impaled herself onto my cock.

Debbie took over, riding my face, and just like Alison, her thighs gripped my head like a vice.

“Fuck yes!” I yelled as I fucked Alison from the back after they had both fucked me the first time.

I pulled on Alison’s long blonde hair as her tight body slammed against me. “Goddamn this pussy is good!” I yelled as I fucked her hard.

Alison’s head was buried between Debbie’s legs. I pushed deep into Alison and came hard. Thrusting my hips forward as I emptied my cum into her.

“You were right,” Alison said to her wife. “He does cum hard.”

“And there is so much,” Debbie said, pushing upward and moving between Alison’s legs to lick my cum out of her.

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“Yes, yes, yes!” Debbie shouted from the back seat as I fucked her on the way back.

Alison was driving and smiling. “Take it bitch!” Alison smiled.

“Fuck you!” Debbie said with her legs touching the ceiling of my truck as I fucked her.

I was fucking Debbie’s tight cunt and sucking and nibbling on her long nipples. While Alison had small ghost nipples, Debbie had thicker bite-able nipples.

“Don’t stop,” Debbie said, holding my head against her tit. “Bite it harder,” Debbie ordered.

For the fifth time, I pushed my hips forward and came into one of them. I pulled out just in time to the town sign as we coasted back into civilization.

We quickly composed ourselves as we pulled up to Dawson’s house.

Darlene was outside walking my dog.

“You got to teach this dog how to take a shit!” Darlene said as I got out.

“Yeah, he likes to take his time,” I smiled.

“So, how was it?” Dawson said as he came out of the house.

“Quiet,” Debbie said.

“Cold, very cold,” Alison smiled.

“Well, come on then,” Darlene said. “I have to go into town anyway, so I can take you two back. The boys probably want to talk and bullshit.”

Darlene was Dawson’s girlfriend. I once called her his wife, and to this day, she still reminds me that was a mistake.

Even though they had been living together long before I came up here, they weren’t officially married.

“Look at the smile on you,” Dawson said as he leaned against my truck.

“Shut up,” I said.

“I told you,” Dawson shrugged. “It’s a rule.”

“Shut up,” I laughed as I unpacked.

“What goes up must come back down,” Dawson said as he packed his pipe.

“Dawson,” I stared at him.

“Water is wet, don’t look directly at the sun,” Dawson said.

“Seriously?” I stared at him.

“Just stating some rules,” Dawson smiled. “Blonde women like black men and vice versa,” he followed me into his shed. “Aren’t white women with blonde hair like Kryptonite to black men? I thought I saw that in a movie once.”

“Okay, you were right,” I smiled at him. “Is that what you want to hear?”

“Yes, all is right with the world,” Dawson laughed.

“You can be a pain, you know that,” I smiled.

“Darlene tells me that every day,” he chuckled.

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