Chapter 3

“Shut up and just read the brochure, Miss Whiny Butt,” Kaja smiled as the flight attendant checked their boarding passes on their IPhones.

“Clothing optional? Kaja, it’s twenty degrees,” Esme complained as they settled into the second row of seats. “I wanted to get naked in the snow I would have gone into the rear lawn.”

“There’s hot springs. You jump into the hot springs then jump out into the snow,” Kaja explained as the flight attendant began the safety spiel for the nine passengers aboard the jet.

“Oh!” Esme said, somewhat interested.

“And our cabin? Is built into the side of the volcano,” Kaja said excitedly as they began to taxi down the runway.

“Volcano?” Esme asked, alarmed.

“It’s been dormant for like a hundred years,” Kaja assured her lover and friend.

“Dormant. Kaja, there’s a huge difference between dormant and extinct,” Esme said as the plane lifted into the sky.

“It’s what feeds the hot springs,” Kaja said. “God, don’t worry so much. If it were active, they wouldn’t have sold us the tickets.”

Esme was not very sea-worthy; she threw up moments after their cabin cruiser left the dock in Tutite. She was still very green as they tied off to the dock at the island of Nyrsol. She did perk up somewhat as four muscle-bound blond haired blue eyed young men appeared to assist them to their lodgings.

“Kaja, why do we need one, two… Four men helping us?” Esme whispered in French. “We have the one suitcase.”

“Who was the one wanted cock?” Kaja giggled, openly ogling the buttocks of the young man that led the way to their cabin, their solitary suitcase in his beefy hand.

“Kaja, you, you didn’t!” Esme gasped, delighted as she scanned the delicious men in front of them.

“Contacted a modeling agency in Neinhall, Germany,” Kaja admitted then gawked at the oak door that was built into the face of the rock. “Is this…”

“Ja,” one of the young men smiled a dazzling smile. “Your erm, your lodgings?”

The floors, walls and ceiling were stone; the entire structure had been carved in the base of the dormant volcano. Despite the heavy blanket of snow on the ground and the volcano itself, the cabin was very warm. Through hand gestures and broken English, the very handsome young men explained that the heat was provided by a lava tube underneath their feet.

“Erm, nein erm, nein clothing?” the tallest of the four young men braved asking, slight blush coloring his cheeks as he appraised the young Americans.

“JA!” Kaja agreed, shrugging out of her heavy parka.

“Ja, ja!” another handsome boy agreed, unbuttoning his heavy wool sweater.

“Bedroom?” Esme asked, also shrugging her heavy parka from her shoulders.

The bedroom had a king sized bed. Just as they did at home, Esme took the left side of the bed and Kaja took the right side. Kaja did not know how the four men determined the selection, nor did it matter. Laying on her right side, she pulled one handsome blond man’s cock to her mouth and indicated her neatly trimmed patch of blonde curls to the other young man. If the slurping sounds behind her were any indication, Esme was performing a noisy, purposefully sloppy blow job on one of her hired hands. An ‘Oomph!’ told Kaja that the other young man had gained entry to Esme’s wet folds. A moment later, Kaja let out her own ‘Oomph!’ of pleasure as a thick cock pushed up into her as her suitor lay down, entering her from behind.

Kaja took the first man into her mouth as deep as she could. Esme was skilled at deep throating a cock; Kaja was not. As she sucked, she enjoyed the taste and texture of the man’s cock, enjoyed the scent of his manliness. Kaja orgasmed fairly quickly; her lover was twisting and tugging her sensitive nipples while her other lover’s cock was pumping warm semen down her throat. A moment later, the second young man let out a curse in German and Kaja orgasmed again as semen flooded her depths.

Urging the two young men to switch, Kaja laughed out loud when Esme declared, “Kaja; this is the BEST spring break ever!”

Kaja had not noticed, but the second man was uncircumcised. She ran her tongue up underneath his foreskin, tasting herself and him as he pushed into her mouth. She let out another ‘Oomph!’ of pleasure as her pussy was entered by a long, thick cock. As both men had recently ejaculated, it took a while for Kaja and Esme to bring their lovers to climax. Kaja did not complain, even as her jaws were beginning to tire; she’d reached several orgasms as the six of them fucked.

While the four young men recovered, chattering with each other in German, Kaja and Esme kissed. Watching the two American blonde women kissing, the four men ceased with their chatter.

“Oh, I think they like this,” Esme suggested to Kaja.

“Think they’d like…” Kaja asked, twisting them into a sixty nine, Esme’s semen filled pussy above her mouth.

“Ja! Ja!” the men agreed and watched Esme and Kaja satisfy one another with their mouths.

“Anal?” Esme asked after she and Kaja rolled apart.

“Oh? Erm, ja, erm anal,” the leader of the four men agreed, then rapidly translated for the benefit of his friends.

“If this hurts,” Kaja warned Esme as they knelt side by side, shoulders to the mattress, asses in the air.

“Kaja, it’s going to hurt at first,” Esme promised. “But then? Oh yeah Baby!”

Kaja’s lover must have sensed Kaja’s trepidation; he took his time fingering her anus with one, then two thick fingers, preparing her for sodomy. Kaja had to admit, the penetration had felt slightly uncomfortable, but as the young man worked, the discomfort was replaced by a warm feeling in her guts.

“Oomph! I, oh AUGH! God!” Esme groaned as her first lover forced himself into her bowels.

Kaja felt an odd emptiness as her lover’s fingers retreated from her rectum. She gasped out a moment later when the curiously empty feeling was replaced by a white hot stab of pain shooting from her anus outward. She ground her teeth, determined to go through with the sodomy.

“Push. Push like you’re trying to poop,” Esme grunted out as her lover rhythmically thrust into her. “I, God, oh, oh yes, yes!”

Kaja decided to do as Esme suggested. She gasped out as more of her lover’s cock pushed into her bowels. She could feel his girth stretching her rectum, stretching her wide as his shaft forced its way into her backdoor.

“I, this? This feels, Ess, you like this?” Kaja asked, voice strained.

“Uh huh,” Esme agreed, sweating as her lover pounded her rectum quite vigorously.

Kaja’s hard nipples were dragging back and forth as her lover pushed a few millimeters into her, then slowly withdrew, pushing into her again.

That curious warmth began to push the stabs of pain away. Kaja opened her eyes in shock as she could feel a well of pleasure building up in her guts.

“I, oh, oh fuck,” Kaja suddenly cried out in orgasm.

“Kaja Ann Heissman!” Esme mocked teased her friend.

“Augh, augh, augh!” Kaja grunted, oblivious to Esme’s teasing.

“Oh! Oh,” Kaja’s lover bellowed, then cursed in German as he flooded Kaja’s bowels with his discharge.

Esme’s lover had finished and a second lover was busily working his cock into Esme’s willing rectum. Kaja caught her breath then beckoned the next young man to proceed. A firm knocking at the oak door brought an end to the bedroom hijinks.

“Oh! That, that’s got to be our dinner,” Kaja said, hurriedly pulling her plush robe about her nude form.

“Dinner? Kaja, God! You, you’re amazing,” Esme praised as she scrambled to pull her own robe on.

The Tutite native showed Kaja the large fish he’d managed to catch a mere forty minutes ago. Using root vegetables and minimal seasons, he managed to prepare a filling meal. Kaja did notice several glances between one of the handsome youths and the fisherman/cook.

“Okay, I be back, mm, morning meal is…” the man said, shrugging into his coat again.

“Seven?” Kaja asked, looking at Esme.

“Seven? No, no, five thirty is latest,” the man stated emphatically.

“He has other erm, job? Ja, he has other job,” the young man that had been casting admiring glances at the older man stated.

“Fine, five thirty,” Kaja agreed and the man left the cabin.

Kaja was the one to open the door the following morning. Their four lovers were exhausted from the two insatiable American girls. Esme was also slumbering comfortably between two of the young men; she and Kaja had pleasured one another after the men begged for mercy. The fisherman/cook seemed slightly disappointed that it was a nude Kaja and not the young, handsome lad that answered his knock.

The smell of coffee did the trick and five nude people joined Kaja and the hired hand in the kitchen/dining area.

“Okay; I come back, make evening meal,” the man stated, getting his heavy coat on. “Nordic Tavern? On north shore? Has excellent noon meal; you go, tell them Ernst said you go.”

The coffee and the food did rejuvenate the four young men and Kaja and Esme happily took advantage of the moment. Then, locking the four men out, they retired to the shower room to clean themselves. In the large shower, Esme grabbed Kaja in a tight embrace.

“I love you so much,” Esme declared, kissing Kaja.

“Even though I’m so super OCD?” Kaja teased.

“Hell, probably BECAUSE you’re so super OCD,” Esme laughed. “God, you even made sure we have my favorite soap!”

“I hope you mean that,” Kaja said seriously. “Because Ess, I love you. I love you with all of my heart, with every fiber of my being.”

“I, I do mean it, Kaja,” Esme agreed, softly kissing Kaja. “You’re my best friend and my lover.”

The four young men grumbled when a fully dressed Kaja and Esme exited the bathroom. The quartet then hurried to clean up and dress; they were going to the Nordic Tavern for the noon meal.

The noon meal was a hearty stew; Kaja was not sure what type of meat it might be, but it was delicious. The stew came with thick crusty bread and hefty steins of dark beer. The waitress seemed to be entranced by the four young men; Kaja had to ask thrice for more beer before the woman heard her request.

On the return trip from the tavern, Kaja stopped at the lodge and inquired about the skiing. Two of the men did state they could not ski; Kaja would not need to make reservations for them.

Using her cell phone, Kaja made the payments. Noticing something else in the lobby of the lodge, she quietly asked the young woman behind the counter for assistance.

“Okay, Ernst will be at the cabin tomorrow morning at five,” Kaja said, taking Esme’s gloved hand into hers as they left the cabin. “So, our first ski lift will be at six thirty.”

“Six? Kaja, I need to get dressed and ready,” Esme complained.

“It is skiing, Ess. No one will care what you look like,” Kaja said. “And if you do as good here as you did in Colorado…”

“Shut up!” Esme squealed. “I was…”

“…all we’ll see of you is your butt sticking up out of the snow,” Kaja finished with her taunt.

“Erm, but it is beautiful butt,” one of the young men suggested.

“Just for that,” Esme giggled, wrapping her free arm around his waist. “You’ll be first to get my butt when we get back to the cabin.”

“Oh!” he happily proclaimed and Esme giggled.

Their fifth day on Nyrsol, they visited the hot springs. Esme complained bitterly about disrobing; it was bitterly cold. Kaja stuck her tongue out at her lover and plunged into the steaming water. Surfacing, she let out an exuberant squeal and told Esme to hurry and join her. The water was very nearly scalding, especially as cold as Esme’s skin had been standing on the snowy bank.

“This, this come for you at main postal office in Tutite,” the fisherman/cook said, handing Kaja a small cardboard box as he entered, six thick steaks underneath his arm.

“What is it?” Esme demanded, but Kaja waved her away.

On the fifth morning, after the morning meal, the four young men took their leave of the two crazy American girls. Each was delighted with the Euros Kaja gifted them. Esme pouted and was somewhat surly as Kaja bade her to shower, dress and get ready; they were going to hike the volcano to the crest that morning.

“””Before we go, Ess,” Kaja said, hand on the door of the cabin.

“Ess, I, I love you,” Kaja said.

“Kaja, I know that. I love you too,” Esme said.

“No, I mean, I mean, forever and ever love you,” Kaja said, working a ring box from the pocket of her parka.

“I, Kaja, is, is this what I think it is?” Esme asked, feeling tears beginning to form.

“It’s what you think it is,” Kaja whispered, showing Esme the simple engagement ring she’d ordered sent to the main post office in Tutite.

“Yes,” Esme whispered, holding out her left hand so Kaja could slip the band onto her finger.