Summit: A High Altitude Gangbang

When her estranged husband fails to show for their romantic get-away, heiress Carey Tynes finds herself alone and horny in their Swiss Chalet. As if that weren't enough of a letdown, a brutal snowstorm obliterates any chance she had of getting off the mountain. Everything looks bleak for Carey's sex life until four Austrian mountain climbers are blown in by the storm. Will Carey have the guts to propose what she has in mind?

WARNING: This 6,000 word story is intended for adult audiences only due to graphic descriptions of a sex deprived woman and the four men who gangbang her.

Excerpt:

At least they were too tipsy by now to argue about the price tag of the drinks on the menu. They talked and joked while I listened, toying with the stem of my wine glass and trying to judge the perfect time to strike.

"Are any of you married?" I asked as a horrible thought struck me. All four shook their heads.

"Nein," Oliver said a little ruefully. ."Actually, I just broke up with my girlfriend. This was kind of a... guys night out. On the mountain." He blushed a little and I tried to mask my excitement and look sympathetic.

"Oh you poor thing." I took a deep breath and then stood up, shedding my big white robe. It was a blue negligee that I knew looked great with my fair coloring and (mostly naturally) blonde hair. It left... very little to the imagination. It wasn't so much a garment as a precursor. "I don't suppose you fellas would like to make it a night in? A night in me, I mean." I giggled, not sure if they would get the joke but apparently shedding down into some very suggestive undies was enough to make my intentions pretty damn clear. I saw the guys looking at eachother.

"All of us... together?" Peter asked. I could hear what he was really asking. You mean I have to get naked with the guys?
"If you four are brave enough..."