Niagara Falls

"Well here it is, everyone!" Brandon announced as we entered the hotel room. I turned on the lights. Brian and Kelley followed us in and dumped their knapsacks on the bed. Kelley stepped quietly into the bathroom and shut the door. The guys went to look the place over. Brian tore open the curtains and tentatively stuck his head out the balcony door.

Brandon had his head in the mini fridge. Kelley came out of the bathroom and I smiled at her as I went in to take my turn. The countertop had the 'hotel' look about it. The glasses were made of glass, not plastic. That was classy. A basket of soaps and teenie shampoo bottles was in the corner. It was nice to see that we weren't in a complete dump that didn't provide such things. Done peeing, I wiped off and stood up. Guys just didn't understand why it took twice as long. We girls have to take our pants right down, repack it all when finished, and have to wipe. Brandon didn't have to wipe, I'd watched him. One drunken night at the dorm I had even held it for him at the urinal, shaking it off when he finished.

Brandon was still at the fridge. He had pulled it out from the wall and was looking at the back. Inside, it looked like a vending machine. The pop and beer were all in a plastic rack with little hatches that you had to open to get one out. He read to us from the directions card he'd found, "Your selections will be automatically billed to your room." Then he looked at the floor behind. He reached down and tugged on the wires. "That must be what this is for. It's a TV cable going from the fridge into the wall."

"Don't break it," I cautioned, sitting on the bed to watch him. He was wiggling the cable where it plugged into the wall jack. A plastic hood kept it from being unscrewed.

Brian and Kelley weren't paying any attention. They were French-kissing and groping at each others chests. I could see their tongues out, wiping each others lips. He was vigourously massaging her boobs through her shirt. She in turn was squeezing his butt.

"Ew," I started, looking away.

"Welcome to Niagara Falls," he said to her. I could hear them pulling each others' clothes off. I looked back. Off came the shirts. Then more kissing. He wasted no time tugging her bra up so her boobs popped out underneath, and started sucking on them as she pulled it over her head. She gave me a quick glance, and bit her lower lip. I hoped that meant they were going to quit.

"Um, Brandon, could you leave that for a minute?"

He looked up at me, wondering why, then made a shocked look when he saw the other two going at it. He smiled up at me and shrugged.

"Well?" I whispered, and rolled my eyes towards Brian and Kelley. They obviously weren't going to stop, she was pulling down the heavy covers from the bed and climbing in. She had lumped the blankets towards the foot of the bed and they were hidden just by the sheet. I got up and headed to the balcony, taking Brandon by the arm. He sure as hell wasn't staying to watch.

It was cold out there. We could see our breath when we spoke. We were right across the street from the gorge, just past the tourist zone of Clifton Hill. From the balcony, we could see the American falls diagonally across, and off in the distance could make out the horseshoe falls. Night was coming on now, and it was all lost in the gloom and the misty searchlight beams.

Brandon was conciliatory. "I thought we were all okay with this. It's why we agreed to just get one room."

"I agreed to one room because it saves so much money, not because I wanted to watch them have sex," I hissed at him, hugging my arms for warmth.

"We've watched them have sex before."

"I most certainly was not watching them those times, and that was at night, with all the lights off." Brian and Brandon were roommates in the dorm, and sometimes I slept over the same time as Kelley. It was dark and I had made a point of not being loud and noticeable.

I went over to Brandon and leaned my back against him, stealing his warmth. He put his arms around me and cupped my breasts. "We are going to have sex, aren't we?" he asked.

"Yes, of course." With that, he put his hands up under my shirt. He tugged to get my bra up above my boobs. They popped out below it when he pushed up, and it bunched up near my neck, pulling tight in my armpits. He alternated rolling my nipples between his fingers and squeezing the soft flesh in his hands. There was plenty of flesh for him to grip onto. My tits were some of the largest in school, or at least in my dorm.

"Well, I don't think they'll be much longer." He was looking in the window at them.

I shot a look in too. With the sheet off now, Kelley was on her back pulling her feet up to her head as Brian pounded away at her. "Ew.." I gasped, looking away. I looked out over the gorge. The spray created huge mounds of ice all over the walls of the gorge. "Where are we going for dinner?"

"We'll walk up the hill looking for a place."

"Far?"

"No, just a block that way," he said, pointing upstream towards the falls.

"Quit looking at them!" He was still peering into the glass. He was nice and warm and I leaned my head back into his shoulder so I could kiss him.

Then the sliding door whooshed open. "Let's go eat, I'm starved," Brian called out.

I tugged my bra back into place and headed in. Kelley was fitting her bra back on. Brian was hanging still it all out. I grimaced at him and stepped back. He leered a great toothy grin at me. His prick was hanging straight down, still enlarged and showing its full shape. It was a decent size, I guess. I hadn't been with a lot of guys and so didn't have much to compare it to. I smiled coyly back, unable to take my eyes off it. "Ah, you should have seen it a few minutes ago, it was a real beauty," he bragged.

"I'm sure it was impressive."

"You'll have to try it out sometime," he said, moving away to get his clothes. I glanced up at Brandon. There was no reaction. I thought he might have been a little upset at the suggestion of his roommate bedding his girl, but there was no hint of that from him. Oh well, I thought. Maybe I'll have to take up the offer sometime.

With the room thereby christened, we headed out and made our way uphill through the tourist area. The gaudy glitz of the attractions was marvelous. We laughed and pointed in the windows at the sights. It's like TV commercials set up as shops. At the top of the hill, there were some reasonably priced restaurants, and we went to a nice Italian place near the 'house of nightmares'. Everything was done large around here. The guys went to the horror house next door, and we tagged along to make fun of them making fun of the cheesy effects.

We also visited Madame Tussaud's wax museum that night. It was a good time. The chamber of horrors must have been frightful 50 years ago, but I'd seen brutal gore like that on late night TV. Having satisfied their manly urge to show how brave they are, we left the tourist trap and meandered along the riverside parkway towards the falls. The mist climbing up from the waterfall settled in the trees overhead making them icy wet. Car headlights made the branches glister and flash as if they were clustered with diamonds. The mist hung overhead like fog. It was all lit up by the tremendous searchlights that played colors across the curtains of water.

We came to a lookout area with those binoculars that you have to put quarters in to look through for a minute. Brandon set his digital camera on its little tripod with the six-inch legs and after a few seconds' pause it beeped to indicate that it had taken a picture. "If I hold the camera, the picture is all blurry. Like this, it sets the exposure long enough that the shots turn out okay. He took a few of the waterfall using that method, then snapped a flash shot of me and Kelley.

The railing was supported by these brick columns that made a little 12-inch pedestal at the top. Kelley climbed up onto one of them and smiled down at him. Taking the hint, he took a picture of her up there. "Hey, be careful," Brian warned. The mist lit up all around us when the flash went off. There was about three feet of grass on the other side of the railing before the drop off, so it didn't seem that dangerous.

She lifted her left leg and caught it behind her head in her left hand, leaning forward in a dramatic skater's pose. She didn't do yoga or anything, but liked to show off her flexibility. Foom went the flash. "Okay, that's enough, " Brian said, holding up a hand to help her down. "You're going to get in trouble up there like doing that." She jumped down into his embrace and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

We walked along for another five minutes and finally came to the brink of the horseshoe falls. We were right at the edge, but you couldn't see over because the railing was back a dozen feet or so from the drop off. We were only six feet up from the water here, but just steps away it fell 200 feet straight down. Not exactly the grand canyon, but the roar of the water made it seem really impressive.

Towards the center of the river were bubbling rapids, but near us the water was inky black right up to the rim of the falls. It was so dark that you could barely tell that the water was moving. It was like an enormous round pit in a black sea, with brightly colored smoke billowing up from it. The water roared. The continuous rumble envisioned within me the great fires of hell roaring and consuming in the vast pit of the foundation of the word. I snuggled into Brandon's chest and dreamed of the enormity of the universe and became a part of it. I was the pit, the canyon, the gorge. The searchlights went green and I was desire. They turned red and I was firey lust. Brandon was scratching was my head through my hair. My back tingled and I felt goosebumps rise all over my scalp. I nuzzled him to let him know that I appreciated it. I moved my lips to his and felt again the same giddy thrill of our first kiss months ago. I was there for him and he was the world to me.

And Kelley was giggling. I followed here gaze, and there was Brian a ways farther along pissing through the railing into the river. It arced out and disappeared into the vast darkness. "Don't encourage him", I said.

We walked slowly, careful of the wet sidewalk, back in the direction of the hotel. And I staggered slightly too because Brandon's hand was down my pants working his fingers up and down the wet gorge of my pussy. I grabbed his ass and imagined that I was naked in the dark walking along with him. The cool night air whispered down the gap he made in the waistband of my jeans and spurred on these thoughts. I had undone the front button and the fly to make room for him, and held my pants together with my free hand.

Some people were coming, so we stopped at the railing for a kiss. "I want to be naked with you," I whispered.

"Soon, baby, soon."

It was 11:30 when we got into the hotel. Kelley and Brian were pawing all over each other. Once the door was closed, they really went at it, kissing madly, sloppily. His hands were up under her shirt, under her bra, massaging her boobs. She lifted her shirt up over her head and discarded it. They were still in the hallway in front of the bathroom. Then her hands went down to his butt, under his pants, massaging them in the same manner. They mouths slurped at each other, like ravenous kids with ice cream.

I took Brandon by the hand and led him to sit on the bed with me. It had to get his eyes off the other two lovers. I gave him a light peck on the lips, and he returned the favor, turning his attention to me. We kissed lightly, tenderly. I gave him a happy smile and a big hug, pleased that he was with me. We slowly undressed each other with plenty of kisses and squeeze titty and pat tushy. When I was just in my bra and panties, I slipped under the covers into the bed. He followed.

Kelley had gotten Brian's pants right down, and with one hand was still working at his butt cheeks. The other had latched onto his cock and was pumping it heartily. He had moved one hand down to her crotch under her pants and was plunging in as if he'd lost his car keys somewhere down there.

I giggled. Brian smiled now. I guess he was glad that I wasn't upset about their behavior this time. I knew we were going to share that room, and that we would all end up fucking tonight. The earlier incident had just taken me by surprise. We pulled each other's underclothes off. I was on my back, with him on top of me in the classic missionary position, but we were still under the covers. There didn't seem to be any reason to wait or have more foreplay, so I relaxed and accepted him when Brandon took his cock and wormed it into my pussy. I sighed like I always do when the lovemaking part of lovemaking starts.

Kelley pulled her face away from Brian and turned around, pulling his prick to her butt and between her legs. He took control, ramming deep into her pussy.

"Unhh!" she moaned. She looked over at me, her lips writhing as she stared into my eyes. Brian rode her bottom with abandon, making a slap! slap! slap! noise as he thrust home.

"Huh, huh, huh," Kelley softly breathed in rhythm.

Brandon leaned close to kiss me, inserting his tongue deep in my mouth. I intertwined mine with his. I could feel my pussy lips flap in and out as he stroked me with his ample cock. I moved my tongue into his mouth in the same rhythm. Glancing at the action on the other bead, I saw Kelley's face pushed down into the mattress, her eyes still intent on me, struggling in her ecstacy to keep them open. With the exertion I was now sweating heavily. I wasn't a novice lover, just shy. I pressed inward with my thigh muscles to tighten the grip of my pussy on his cock during his upward strokes, and thrust up with my pelvis when he came down. It took a bit of concentration to master, but I knew he could feel what I was doing, because he kept his pace slow and steady to match my timing.

Our breathing huffed softly in matched rhythm as we worked. I would occasionally utter a quiet squeak or moan of pleasure, just as he gave a regular throaty grunt. We were hot and wet. The sweat was like a river between our bodies. Brandon changed our pattern, and went to sliding horizontally up and down, like a toboggan on my belly. At the top of the motion he would pause and I licked his salty chest while he ground his pubic bone hard into my clit. It was painful, but wonderfully pleasant at the same time. It reminded me of the joyful pain of losing my cherry to him. For the truth was that Brandon was the only boy I had been with.

"Aaaaahhhh!" I whispered in anguish.

"Aaaaahhhh," again as he repeated the motion. His hands found my tits and squeezed them like two wet sponges.

I was distracted then by movement on the other bed. Kelley turned over and sat facing Brian. She turned to face him and scooted up to where she could lean her shoulders on the headboard. He chased up after her and mounted her pussy again.

"Unh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." she cried out. From her new position she could watch him pounding into her snatch. She gave short kisses to him, darting her mouth to his face and away. He had both hands on the headboard and the muscles in his arms flexed rigidly as he pulled on it, driving deep and hard into her.

I pulled my knees up and wrapped my legs around Brandon's back. I longed to get up like them. I love being on top and watching my lovers body as he expends himself in me, and I love the exhilarating workout of doggy style. I just couldn't bring myself to do it in the open, to be watched by someone else. Brandon changed his movements to match the new position. He stopped thrusting momentarily and oh-so-slowly withdrew until the head of his prick was felt at my pussy lips, then suddenly drove in with all of his speed and power. I knew it was coming, but the shock of it made me squeal every time.

"Eeeee!"

Long pause while he reloaded his weapon.

"Eeeee!"

Three short breaths in anticipation.

"Eeeee!"

I put my hands on his ass to encourage him on, for I was ready to come. He leaned forward with his weight on his elbows and his hands under my shoulders to get a good grip and fucked me in rapid strokes, deep and very, very hard.

Kelley and Brian were there too. Her face was contorting, her lips quivering. She had one hand on his shoulder for balance. They both were watching me. I could feel that my face was clenching too, my forehead knotting, as I reached the peak.

"OOOOOhhh!" I cried.

"Aaagh!" Kelley wailed, her body convulsing.

"Ohhh!"

"Aaagh!"

"Ohhh!"

"Aaagh!"

"Oooo."

"Aaaa."

He collapsed in an exhausted heap on top of me, a long wad of drool oozing from his mouth onto my tits, letting me know that he was spent.

Brian was acting the nut now. The idiot pulled out right after Kelley's final shuddering cry, and began milking his spooge onto her tits. He stood up so he could make the biggest show of it, grinning at me. It was stringy and hung like a vine a foot long in the air from his dink to her chest. She was too exhausted to make any mention of it. She just smiled weekly in consternation at his antics. He twirled his dick like a lasso, sending droplets flying everywhere.

"Ah! Stop it," she said as some landed on her face. She dabbed at it with a corner of the blanket.

Brandon rolled over onto the bed beside me, exposing my breasts as the covers slipped down a few inches. Brian leered lecherously. Creep. I cupped my jugs in my hands.

Kelley reached over to the remote, which was curiously bolted to the end-table between the beds, and turned on the TV. I sat up, continuing to hide my tits. The others continued to languish naked. "Want beer anyone?" Brandon inquired, cracking open the case. "Of course you do." He proceeded to pass them all around. He waved mine back and forth in front of my face, daring me to expose myself to take it. I deftly moved my right hand to my left tit, keeping the right boob covered with the arm, and took the bottle in my left hand. I smirked. He winked at me and I burst into a smile. These really were good friends and a little teasing was fun.

"We aren't going to se your naked bod?" he inquired?

"Maybe." I replied, standing up from the bed, heading for the bathroom. My snatch was hidden in the bush. I shaved my legs and crotch to the bikini line, but didn't bother trimming the mound at all.

Brandon let out a little whistle and smacked my bottom. His hand stayed to give it a good squeeze.

"Ah! Chips and beer," he said, opening the big bag of potato chips. "How about some euchre?"

The other two agreed and set up chairs around the little table. I grabbed a t-shirt from my bag on the way to the john. I shut the door and sat naked holding the shirt as I went pee. What were they doing? Was anyone else going to get dressed? I took some tissue and wiped my furry snatch. Would I be the weird one for covering up? I put on the shirt anyway. It was black and said 'Hell Raiser' on the front, with a picture of a girl with devil's horns. I won't wear panties, I thought, so I can still say that I'm baring it.

I came out to find Brian in underwear and Kelley in t-shirt, like me. Hers was white and said 'Teen Angel' on the front, with a halo symbol. On the back was pictured two large wings. Brandon was still hanging it all out. They had cards on the table and the first euchre hand already dealt. Beers all around. This was the best of times in my life. Well laid, beers at the ready, and good friends to play cards with.

"Who else noticed the Michael Jackson figure in the wax museum?" Brian asked.

"I did," Kelley replied.

"You bet," from Brandon.

"No, I didn't notice, I had to admit.

"He was in his sequined jacket, with just one white glove."

"And those funky glasses."