Fat Skis: A Story of Lust

It was my friend Kevin who first hooked us up. "Come on, you're going to love them. You three will get along so well. They'll change your life."

"Yeah man, I hear ya, but they're way too tall for me, and… how can I put this delicately? They're really fat!"

Hey, they may have some extra girth at the waist, but they're really curvy, and that makes a huge difference. Just take them out for an afternoon, have yourself a quickie, and you'll understand.'

Kevin spent a little more time convincing me, and eventually I gave in. I agreed to take the Megawatts out for a date. I wasn't sure if Kevin was right, but I'm a pretty open-minded guy and willing to try (almost) anything once.

I was pretty nervous when I picked them up at the house. Despite all of Kevin's assurances, I still wasn't sure I was ready for such a big couple. It was only last year that I first started taking out two at a time, and that was a big enough change. What if I get them mixed up? Will they be angry? Now I'm going to take out two that are several inches taller than me, and just be OK with it? No way was this going to work out.

We went somewhere easy for the first date. Easy to get to, beautiful views to set the mood, and a nice short afternoon, which would allow for a quick escape if we didn't get along. On the way there I was already having second thoughts. It wasn't the twins so much as what they were wearing. I'm used to going out with a pair that's scantily clad in Dynafits, so a trench coat covering of freeride touring bindings was a bit much for me. Either way, I bit my tongue and made polite conversation while I hoped that I'd see what Kevin was so excited about.

After a couple hours of small-talk touring, we got to a nice-looking place, and I made my move. I stripped off their underwear, put on some protection, and we went for it under a blanket of last night's ten-inch snowfall. It only took a few seconds before I knew that we had something special. The three of us just clicked. Everything was fast and easy (the fast part wasn't my fault, I swear.) As we tossed the blankets around, I understood how Kevin could have a thing for fat and curvy twins, because now I did too. Afterward, the twins and I all wanted to go again, so we climbed back on top of the blanket and went for another round.

We said goodbye that night and unfortunately would not see each other again until the next winter. Months went by, and one day, not long after the snow started to fly again, the twins showed up on my doorstep. They were tall, wide, and curvy as ever, but they had lightened up a bit and were now barely covered with a pair of sexy black Dynafits, just the way I like it.

Luckily, the Wasatch made her bed with a nice thick blanket of early season snow, so it wasn't long before I and the twins got to fool around. It was just as quick (still not my fault) and easy as it was the first time, and we've been going at it like mad ever since. We go at it all day on the weekends, sometimes six to eight hours at a time. But even that isn't enough. The twins regularly wake me up at 4 a.m. just so we can get in a quickie before I have to go to work. Everyone at work has started to suspect what's going on. It's probably not that hard to figure out. All this getting up early to fool around has made me pretty sleep-deprived.

The twins and I have an open relationship, and I still see others on occasion. A short while ago I wanted to fool around with ropes and stuff, and the twins weren't really down with that kind of experimentation. So, I had to go with a skinnier, shorter pair that wasn't afraid of getting a little rough. Just as I thought, the twins didn't mind that much. Though I got a bit of a nasty look when I walked in the door that night, two days later they woke me up at 5 a.m. and wanted to get out to play in the deep blanket of Wasatch powder that fell overnight. I was tired and still a little bruised, but who am I to turn down such an offer?