During my student days in the 80s, I worked as a ski instructor in a small ski resort during the vacations to earn some extra money. To be honest, that was just one reason. No less important was the fact that the red ski instructor sweaters acted like magnets on women. It was never so easy to pick up women as it was during those weeks. Many of the female vacationers apparently came to the mountains already with the firm intention of getting laid by a ski instructor. This was true for 18-year-old ski bunnies as well as for married women who were there with their families. And my colleagues and I did everything we could to make their dreams come true.

Often I was simply approached on the slopes. It was like that with Jule. She stood next to me as I waited for the next bar of the T-bar lift with a bundle of children's ski poles under my arm. I can't remember what she said. Some mocking remark about the horde of kids I had to tame that week. Anyway, we had fun on the ride, she then waited for me a few more times at the valley station, and we ended up arranging to meet at one of the cabins for the evening.

Jule was quite sweet. She reminded me a little of Marcie from Peanuts, only without the glasses. Short dark hair, brown eyes, a big grin and always a cheeky saying on her lips. She was from northern Germany and was skiing in Carinthia for the first time with a girlfriend. She was a head shorter than me and looked petite even in her thick ski overall. And she was a good bit older than me: 26. I myself was not even 20.

When I arrived at the cabin that evening, I was surprised to find that she wasn't there alone. She had brought her friend Ellen with her - and she was a fantastic woman! Still a little older than Jule (later I learned that she was almost 30), tall and slim, with a great figure and a very pretty face. Long blond curls, blue eyes, red made-up mouth - why hadn't she chatted me up? But for both women it was clear: Jule had seen me first, I "belonged" to her. Jule made that perfectly clear by snuggling up close to me on the bench and taking my hand.

Jule was indeed as petite as I had suspected. Her body was almost boyish and her small breasts could only be imagined under her sweater. Anyway, she was funny and quick-witted and we had a fun evening together. Just as I was thinking about how best to get rid of Ellen so we could have a little privacy, one of my friends came in. Gerald was my age and worked as a waiter in one of the small hotels. Even though he was not a ski instructor, he enjoyed himself extensively with the female vacationers.

When he saw me, he sat down at the table with us and it was immediately clear to me that he fancied Ellen as much as I did. The two flirted from the first moment and I must admit that I was a little envious. Ellen had probably decided: If Jule fucks, then I want too. At some point, the landlord wanted to close the lodge and we had to leave. For Jule and me it was clear that the evening should not be over yet. We had made out again and again a little and also fiddled a bit under the table. Anyway, we were both horny and wanted to continue this. I suggested to accompany Jule and Ellen to their hotel and Ellen wanted Gerald to come along. But he said something about getting up early and that his boss insists that he be in the quarters before midnight before an early shift, that he controls that, that he has trouble with the boss all the time anyway. If I hadn't known him better, I would have thought he wasn't in the mood.

In the end, he let Ellen persuade him to come along for at least one last drink in the hotel bar. "All right.... a quickie," he said and grinned. The women grinned too, everyone was happy and we trudged off through the snow. When we arrived at the hotel, the bar was already closed. 

"We have a minibar," said Jule, "so we'll drink in the room." Gerald grumbled again about "getting up early" and "only for a short while," but at least he crept up the stairs with us. Ellen unlocked the door and when we stood in the entry room, there was a surprise: "Since Gerald and I don't have much time, we'll get the bed first. You guys can have your fun in the bathroom until then." She opened the door to the bedroom, pulled Gerald in, and shut it again. Jule and I stood in the small hallway, looking at each other. Now that was unfair!

But we didn't let our good mood - and especially our horny mood - be spoiled. In the bathroom was a soft carpet on the floor, there was also underfloor heating - so it was not so bad.

Even before we lay down on the floor, I opened Jules jeans and pulled them over her small butt. She really was a skinny woman, but I kind of liked it. I got out of my jeans too and lying on the floor we undressed more and more. Jule suddenly seemed a bit shy in the process, quite different than I had experienced her before. She didn't resist when I pulled the T-shirt over her head, didn't protest against it either, but still seemed to hesitate. "Don't you like it?" I asked her. "Yes, I do," she replied, but it didn't sound all that convincing.

I was now wearing only my shorts and she was wearing a sleeveless chemise and cotton panties. When kissing, she seemed to be more enthusiastic again. At some point I felt her hand on my cock, which was already quite stiff and she rubbed it a bit. "Well, this is bound to get better once she gets going," I thought, sliding my hand under her chemise. Her breasts were really tiny, but her nipples felt absolutely awesome. Under my touch they became surprisingly big and very hard and Jule started moaning softly. I pulled her undershirt over her head and bent over her. When I started sucking on her nipples, she obviously found it as arousing as I did and she pressed my head tightly against her. I think she had the most amazing nipples I had sucked on up to that point. Big, sensitive, simply wonderful.

But I wasn't there just for the nipples. I stroked her legs and pushed my hand into her crotch. Under the fabric of the panties I felt her cleft. She felt hot - but to my surprise not a bit wet. I rubbed over her vulva and pressed the fabric a little between her labia. She seemed to like it: She spread her legs and pushed her pelvis toward my hand. I increased the pressure, but it didn't make her wet either. "Maybe she needs skin contact," I thought, and slid my hand into her panties. Her pubic mound was clean-shaven, which was quite unusual at the time and only excited me more. She moaned passionately - only with her dry pussy this didn't seem to match at all. With the tip of my finger I massaged her clit and that also seemed to be the right thing to do. She moaned louder and louder and bit my lip lightly while kissing me. I tried to insert a finger into her, but she was just too dry for that. Only by force could I have fingered her. So I stayed with her clit and pleasured her in this way. I wanted to slide down to lick her and thus provide moisture, but Jule held me tight - she didn't seem to want that. The whole situation was more than contradictory.

I thought maybe it would change things if she got an orgasm from stroking her clit. And if not, she could at least give me a blowjob later. After all, it's also a nice way to climax. So we continued to fiddle for quite a while, half under me a woman who sounded as if she was on the verge of ecstasy, but felt as if she didn't care at all. I was completely confused. At some point her moans got louder, short sharp cries mixed in, and then her body jerked. Had she actually orgasmed? I couldn't say for sure. Maybe she had only faked it for me so that it was finally over.

I was just about to lie down on my back and hoped that she would pleasure me now, when we heard the room door. And right after that, a soft knock on the bathroom door. "Gerald's gone. You can move over now," we heard Ellen whisper.

I got up, grabbed a towel, tied it around me and went into the bedroom. Behind me, I heard Jule get up, too. Maybe it worked better in a comfortable bed. When I came into the room, Ellen was squatting in front of the minibar in a bathrobe, choosing something to drink. Her hair was tousled, her lipstick a bit smudged. Gerald and she had clearly had more fun. 

"Your friend really had to leave in a hurry. But hopefully tomorrow he'll have more time - that quickie made me want to continue." Well, at least one of us had gotten lucky, I thought slightly sourly. "Did you guys have a little fun in the bathroom, too?"

She looked up at me and the expression on my face must have told her that it hadn't really been satisfying for me yet. "Oh dear," was all she said, "Jule? What's the matter with you? Didn't you talk to him?" Talked? Now I didn't understand anything at all. Jule was standing in the doorway, she had put her panties back on. In response to Ellen's question, she just shrugged her narrow shoulders and hung her head.

Ellen stood up, tossed me and Jule each a small bottle of liquor, and opened one for herself as well. After a sip of brandy, she looked at Jule again. "You're crazy!" Then she turned to me, "Have you had enough of us or are you going to give Jule a second chance?"

I had no idea what Ellen was talking about. But I was curious. Something was strange here. "I have time," I said evasively, and took a sip, too. There was rum in my little bottle.

"Well, sit down on the bed," Ellen took over. And as I sat down, she pulled the towel away from me. My cock wasn't standing up like it had been earlier, but it wasn't completely flaccid yet either. "There you go, Jule. That doesn't look too bad." I was a little embarrassed by the situation. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. Ellen sat down next to me. "You have to know, our little Jule here ticks a little differently, a little more special. And instead of talking about it, she always waits to see if the men figure it out on their own. But they can't. I'm going to help you two out a little bit." I became more and more confused and thought about leaving. But Ellen didn't give me any time.

"Come here, Jule," she ordered in a stern tone. Jule crept up, still with her head hanging. In her somewhat flabby panties and with her cute little breasts, she stood in front of me, a pile of misery. "You didn't get wet, did you?" Ellen obviously knew exactly what she was talking about. Jule nodded. "Did you come?" Another tentative nod. Well, at least, I thought. "And Bob came up empty, right?" She nodded for the third time. Ellen laughed out. "Every time the same thing with you! And then you wonder why no one feels like getting involved with you a second time."

"Jule has special preferences," Ellen said to me explanatorily. "It's almost like a button you push, then she goes off like a rocket. But how are you supposed to find the button if you don't even know it's there?" And then to Jule, "Lie down!"

To my surprise, Jule wordlessly lay down across my thighs. To her, and to Ellen as well, this seemed perfectly normal. "Slap her ass!", Ellen prompted me. "What?" "Slap her ass with your hand. Go ahead!"

I had no idea what this was going to be, but I gave Jule a slap on her little bottom. "What are you doing?" asked Ellen. "I said slap, not pat. Harder!" Jule hadn't moved or made a sound. She didn't seem surprised by any of this. So I hit her again, a little harder this time. "Harder!" Again came Ellen's command.

Well, then even harder. From Jule had so far come no protest. It clapped loudly and immediately the same moans were heard from Jule as before, when I had stroked her clit. She liked it!

"Keep going... please!", this came not from Ellen now, but from Jule. I continued to smack her ass. Not brutally, but already reasonably hard. The skin on her ass cheeks started to turn red. And to my own surprise I noticed how my cock became hard again. It pressed firmly against Jules' bare belly.

"Wait," Ellen said. "Reach between her legs." Jule opened her legs a little and I grabbed her pussy. I could hardly believe it! Her panties were soaking wet. "So this is what makes you horny?", I asked. "Yes.... Sir." This girl was into being dominated and she was into pain. I never would have figured that out without Ellen's help. I pulled her wet panties over her ass, crumpled them up and stuffed them in her mouth. "You learn fast," Ellen laughed. Right, she was still sitting there watching me spank her friend's ass and make her horny. I kept slapping her bare bottom. "And you like watching that, don't you?" "Gerald had to go," she said with a grin, "and I don't feel like sleeping alone on the bathroom floor."

Then she leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "I guess if you like, you can fuck her now. That bitch needs a cock in her cunt."

I slapped hard again, then said to Jule, "Lie down on the bed and spread your legs!" She lay down in the middle of the bed with her legs wide open. "The other way!", I ordered her and without complaining she rolled onto her belly. She was so aroused now that her juice was dripping onto the bed. I grabbed her by the legs and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. I knelt behind her and without hesitation I pushed my cock completely into her wet hole. We both moaned at the same time, even though only a very muffled moan could be heard from her because of the panties in her mouth. I grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her. The arousal that was almost gone earlier was back. Even more... That Jule was such a submissive bitch excited me to no end. I pulled her panties out of her mouth so I could hear her moaning. But I got more than that: "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

Jule was totally wild now. She moved her ass so I could penetrate her even deeper, thrusting it back at me. The insecure woman from the bathroom had become a horny nymphomaniac who clearly enjoyed sex. She pressed her face into a pillow so that the screams did not wake the neighbors and was still loud enough. And there was another noise. I looked to the side and could hardly believe it: next to us, Ellen was sitting cross-legged on the bed, her bathrobe open, fingering herself like crazy. Fascinated, I looked at her thick but carefully trimmed bush and large firm breasts. I had not been mistaken in the cabin: the woman looked sensational. And I was allowed to enjoy the sight while I fucked her friend to orgasm.

She noticed my stare and gave me a cheeky look, "You like that, huh?" "Oh yeah!" That was all I could get out. "Well then, I'd better get into focus, or you're going to wrench your neck."

Before I realized what she meant, she let the robe slide off her shoulders and sat down with her legs spread right in front of Jule's face. She was right: now I could see her pussy much better. She didn't have such a tight closed cleft like Jule, but I could clearly see her labia. But not for long. She reached into Jule's short hair and pressed her face between her legs. I couldn't see it, but the way Ellen began to moan now, too, Jule must have licked her really well.

Again and again I took out speed, just not to cum too fast. I wanted to enjoy this incredible fuck as long as possible. Every now and then I slapped Jule's ass, which spurred her on even more. Then I pulled my cock out and just said briefly, "Turn over!" Jule rolled back onto her back and as soon as I lay between her open thighs and penetrated her again, she wrapped her legs around me and held me tight. I reached under her ass with both hands and fucked her like crazy. And as I kissed her, I realized that I was licking Ellen's cunt juice from Jule's lips.

Ellen protested because Jule couldn't lick her anymore in that position. But she quickly found a solution. She simply squatted over Jule's face. I have no idea if she was aware that I now had her cunt and especially her ass right in front of my face. Just as I had my hands on Jule's ass, Jule put hers on Ellen's and pulled her ass cheeks apart.

Now I had the perfect view of Jule's tongue in Ellen's open pussy and on Ellen's butt hole. And then I saw it: something white was slowly dripping from Ellen's cunt into Jules' mouth. She had apparently let Gerald fuck her without a condom, too, and was now letting his cum trickle into her friend's mouth. "If she's such a slut...", I thought, bending over and licking Ellen's asshole. She twitched briefly, but then held still and moaned, "Yes!" She was being pleasured by two tongues and she didn't last long. Her wonderful ass moved up and down and she moaned and groaned before just letting herself fall to the side and enjoying her orgasm.

Jule and I were also just about to climax. I was completely out of breath, was sweaty and my pulse was racing like crazy. A few more hard thrusts, then I unloaded into Jule's now so deliciously wet cunt and she came for the second time that night. We just kept lying there, Ellen next to us. At some point she pulled a blanket over the three of us and a little later I felt Ellen's hand on my ass. Then I fell asleep.