A Devil's Christmas (MFM) | 2016

*** Part 3*** With the loss of Kerry still heavy in my mind, Dawn took me down to Old Faithful to have a look at the little cabin we would be staying in for the next few months. The place was nondescript tucked between a little grove of trees. It was one of twelve twin buildings used for employee quarters. It wasn't more than a living room/dining room with four adjoining bedrooms and a community bathroom all the size of mobile home cut in half. The furnishings, consisting of a floral couch, table and chairs, was sparse and rustic. The beds were nothing more than little cots. This was were Dawn, Stan, Natalie and I made our home for the next three months.

Well, at least Dawn, Stan and I made it all three months. Natalie left after one, when the snow was so high we had spend twenty minutes bundling up, strapping on some snow shoes to get to work only to unbundle. If you don't like the snow, Old Faithful can be extremely miserable. It seemed that all we did was work, eat and sleep. There was no TV, no computers and the only phone was a pay phone at the hotel.

Dawn and Stan had a thing at some point before Natalie left. It lasted all of two days of noisy, room shaking sex. However, Stan was kind of a jerk and flirted with everything that had tits and Natalie had a solid rack. Stan's chauvinist persistence along with the constant snow may have lead up to Natalie leaving. I couldn't be sure, but she left and Stan and Dawn had this love hate relationship afterwords.

Luckily for us there was plenty of beer kept in stock throughout the season. I'm sure half our pay checks were spent on that cloud covered liquid gold. It was our only source of entertainment and we spent hours thinking up fun and interesting ways of forgetting the outside world in our inebriation. It also kept Dawn and Stan pleasantly content with each other.

All this drinking led to my one and only threesome. A devil's threesome. Now the sexual tension was always palpable between Dawn and Stan after a few drinks. Hell, there was tension between Dawn and me. I had to spend much of my time fighting to keep those two from killing themselves screwing and the other half keeping my hands to myself. There were nights, after some heavy drinking that Dawn would be sprawled out between Stan and me. Her head on one of our laps, her legs across the others. For one reason or another we would stumble to our rooms to pass out, nothing ever progressing further than that.

By the end of December I was very home sick and was thinking that if I didn't get out soon I would become some drinking alcoholic. I made the decision that my last day would be the Christmas and made all the proper arrangements. Dawn and Stan made a big production about my last night, saying it was going to be the part of the century. Well, as always it was just the three of us, but that was more than enough. They had become my best friends.

After work, the games began. My favorite drink game was a card game called queens. Needless to say this quickly matured into strip pokers, but stopped when Dawn had us down out of our boxers and she still had her panties and shirt on. Strip poker is not all that fun when the girl is the only one left dressed. Again, we ended up on the couch, Dawn's head on Stan's lap, her ass propped up looking me in the face. Yeah, I couldn't help but touch it. Slap it really. She enjoyed getting spanked and laughed at every slap I gave her. Stan did his part by holding her down, keeping her from squirming too much.

Now Dawn had on those bikini panties with lacy floral mesh that covered too much of her soft ass cheeks for me to be able to give her a solid spanking. I wasn't feeling bold enough to pull the panties down, so I just bundled them up to the side and pulled them up her ass crack. Then after warm up her tender flesh with my hand, I slapped her bare ass. There was a solid, resounding noise from the smack followed by Dawn's own gasp of surprise. She wiggled and jerked against Stan.

Very soon I had both her ass checks blushing red as my cock throbbed solid poking her tender belly. After what must have been her tenth spanking, I was aware that her gasps were suddenly muffled and wet. Stan was laid back, his eyes closed and to my astonishment, she had his cock in her mouth. Wholly crap, she was sucking him all the way down to his balls. He took hold of her head and held her to his cock, pushing her head further down, almost rubbing her nose in his pubic black hair.

Feeling suddenly unwelcome, I stopped what I was doing, tying to think out my escape plan, when she grabbed hold of my cock. She maneuvered to her knees, still grasping my cock and sucking deftly at Ryan next to me. I was conscience of Stan, but concentrated on keeping my eyes firmly on Dawn at all times. On her knees between us, I pulled her panties down pushed a finger inside her very wet pussy. I used the technique I had perfected with Kerry, searching for that bit of spongy flesh located at the upper front of the vagina while rubbing at her clit with my thumb.

Dawn was different than Kerry in every way and that included her pussy and what she liked. Between a slobbery breath while sucking on Stan, "Don't push there or you'll make me pee." So I wet to something different. Something more bold. With two hands, one focusing on her clit, the other fingering her pussy as deep as possible, I got her groaning on Stan's dick like a rabid pit bull bitch in heat.

She cam within moments, leaving her panting to the side stroking Stan with her hand. "My pants," she breathed back at me. "Get that condom and come fuck me!" She ordered.

No need to tell me twice. She flopped to the floor in front of Stan as I pulled the condom on. Kneeling behind her ass I pushed into her vagina slowly, her head bobbing at the other end. I thrusted forward forcefully. Dawn let out a slobbery gasp. As I backed out, her head fell, enveloping Stan again.

Don't start picturing a giant Christmas tree in the back ground as we're roasting Dawn like chestnuts above the fire place. No, the rangers didn't trust us enough for any of that. No tree and a space heater to provide warmth for the cold nights was all we got. A picture of a Christmas tree and a few strings of lights were our only decorations.

It took just a few moments of this before Dawn started chocking as Stan cam in her mouth with a series of grunts while hold to the sides of her head. Dawn slapped at him saying he was an asshole, but none of this slowed my pace. With Stan out of the picture, I put more weight into each thrust. Dawn arched back her ass in air, pushing at my every forward plunge. We slapped together with a wet smack. She told me to fuck her harder. "No!" She demanded still. "Harder!" As we cam, I was pushing and pulling at her waist, jamming my cock deep inside of her. She was gasping, biting down at her wrist as we both spasmed. I felt myself filling the condom with bolts of seaman as Dawn's juices dripped down our legs. We collapsed into a semi naked hep.

Stan was clapping with a satisfied grin on his face as if he a been apart of some great accomplishment. Of course he had to make a misplaced comment about how slutty Dawn was. I can't remember exactly what he said but Dawn sat forward with a look of shock. I do recall him saying, "Damn, the only way that could have been better would if Natalie was still around. I would have fucked her real good and hard. I bet that would have made you real wet, wouldn't it?" I could never understand why guys like Stan couldn't leave it well enough alone. If there was a button to push Stan had to mash down on it like a four year old in an elevator, even though he knew how Dawn would react.

She stomped off slamming her door. That was the last time I saw Dawn. The next day she wouldn't answer as I was leaving. I left her a note saying that I would miss her and cherished the time was had together. I left my number, address and an open invitation for her to visit Houston anytime she wanted. I shook Stan's hand as I climbed into the snow cat that would take me out of the park. My last thought as the cat bucked down the snow covered road was what would my life have been like if I had picked Dawn over Kerry. Was I more of an issue to Dawn than Stan could have ever been? How did she really feel about me? Was she dating the other guys to make me jealous? We never talked about us relationship wise. I just assumed we would always be close friends. If I knew that would have been the last time I'd see Dawn I would have busted her door in to be certain everything was okay. Heck, maybe i would have done just that and told her that she was important to me. I pray that she is doing well, safe and happy. The friendship I had with Dawn was very important and lasting.