My Lesbian Twice Baked Potato Ski Instructor Eats Me Ass - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

dang usually when chuck posts a new audiobook i like to go over here to patreon and give my patreon buds the text book to enjoy but today i am late to post. this morning MY LESBIAN TWICE BAKED POTATO SKI INSTRUCTOR EATS MY ASS came out and old chuck thought 'surely this has already been on the patreon' well i am GLAD I CHECKED.

anyway buds this is a winter treat of a story that i very much enjoy the message of. its easy to get caught up in impressing your buds but if they are REALLY your buds theyre gonna love your way just as you are. 

Jill doesn’t want to be left out of her friend’s upcoming ski trip, but soon enough she finds herself caught in a little white lie that won’t stop snowballing. Despite insisting she can handle herself on the slopes, Jill has no idea how to ski.

Hoping to correct this, Jill hatches a plan to sneak off for crash course lessons from the best instructor on the mountain, a beautiful sentient twice baked potato named Brimm. Unfortunately, the only thing crashing is Jill.

Now, inspired by a hardcore lesbian sentient food butt eating, Jill is forced to confront her lacking confidence and hopefully realize that her friends will still love her whether she can ski or not.

This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling human on twice baked potato action and hardcore sentient food ski instructor love.

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MY LESBIAN TWICE BAKED POTATO SKI INSTRUCTOR EATS MY ASS

By Chuck Tingle

As the van full of friends chatters excitedly around me, I find myself disconnecting, lost in my thoughts and staring out the window at a beautiful snowy vista below. My first time up in the mountains, I’ve never quite seen a view like this one and the display is absolutely breathtaking. Still, I’m having trouble focusing on these glorious hills and valleys covered in brilliant white powder.

This should be a moment of absolute pleasure. Not only is the scenery breathtaking, but I’m surrounded by a group of my closest friends, all of them laughing and having a great time while the music plays and the gossip flows like hot chocolate. It’s cozy, and on any other trip I’d be right there with them, but right now there’s just too much on my mind.

Why did it have to be a ski trip? I think to myself. Couldn’t we have gone to the beach?

While most people would be thrilled to spend some time hitting the slopes, that kind of anticipation rests squarely on the shoulders of those who actually understand the basics of how to ski. Not only does this gang of girls know what they’re doing when it comes to shredding powder, they’re all practically experts in the field.

That is, of course, if you don’t include me.

When the girls got together and threw out this trip idea, I wanted to be included. After all, there’s all kinds of fun to be had back at the cabin after a long day on the mountain. I’m sure we’ll be heading out for meals in the ski village and taking some time at the nearby spa. The actual skiing, however, is going to be a problem because of one simple fact: I’ve never skied in my life.

Looking back, I don’t know what I was thinking. I suppose part of me was worried about missing the trip all together, but I also found myself getting wrapped up in the competitive nature of this friend group. Everyone was talking about how much fun they’ve had on the mountain, exchanging stories about their skills on the slope and, well, I might’ve exaggerated my skillset. I didn’t get too crazy with it, but I did suggest that I’d actually ridden before.

This little white lie began to snowball, as these things tend to do, and soon enough I was trapped.

Fortunately, however, I’ve got a plan.

The van erupts in a chorus of cheers as we round the bend and find ourselves pulling into the Tingle Mountain Ski Village, the central town around which this ski resort has been built. There’s a variety of different restaurants and bars, and a small market for any supplies that visitors may have left back at home. Vacationers mill about, bundled up tight in their warm clothes.

We continue driving through the area, making our way past the crowds and then turning off onto another road that’s lined with small wooden cabins. The driver, Georgia, scans for our address, gazing out through the window shield as we crawl deeper into the neighborhood.

“There it is!” someone points out, motioning to our right.

We pull into the driveway and stop, the gang gathering our things and then climbing out of the van to gaze up at the beautiful two-story structure before us. The place is truly incredible, like some perfectly crafted television-set specifically designed for a snow-covered getaway.

Unfortunately, I don’t have long to stand around and enjoy it. I’ve got work to do.

“I’m gonna run down to the village really quick,” I call out as the girls begin to lug their bags inside. “I saw a store I wanted to check out.”

“Want me to come with you?” Georgia calls out. “I can just drop off my stuff.”

“No!” I blurt, coming off a little too frantic in my denial. “I’m fine. I’ll just… be a little bit. Don’t wait up!”

I leave my bag in the car, then turn and start walking down the road. My friends watch me as I go, clearly a little confused by my abrupt departure. Trying my best to make up for it, I focus on acting natural, waving happily toward them and putting a spring in my step.

Unfortunately, this completely backfires when my foot slips out from under me, causing a startled yelp to escape my mouth. My body flips into the air, soaring up and then slamming down onto the slippery road.

The friends watching all gasp loudly, some of them starting to rush toward me, but I cut them off with the wave of my hand.

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” I shout. “Just a little ice patch. I’ll be right back!”
 I somehow manage to climb to my feet yet again and continue on my way, trotting carefully along now, regardless of how silly it looks. It takes a while, but eventually I escape the sightline of my friends.

If I was them, I’d be confused, too. Our first afternoon is scheduled to be a moment of rest and relaxation. After the long drive to get here everyone is exhausted, and a bit of lounging around at the cabin seems like just the thing we’d need. Later this evening, we’ll all head to the mountain and do some night skiing.

Little do they know, I’ll already be warmed up and ready to go from my afternoon on the slopes. I’ve called ahead and scheduled a crash course lesson with the highest recommended teacher on the mountain, a sentient twice baked potato named Brimm. If I stay focused, I just might be good enough to join them on the slopes tonight and not look like a complete fool.

Eventually, I make my way back through the neighborhood, but instead of turning toward town I make a sharp right near the enormous ski lodge nearby. From here, all of the chair lifts extend upward across the majestic mountain, carrying folks to the peak in a never ending cycle of laugher and excitement. It certainly looks like fun, and while most of my desire to learn is based on impressing my friends and not getting caught in a lie that spun out of control, I’m still excited by the prospect of knowing what it’s like to cruise down the slopes.

I eventually push through the large wooden doors of the ski lodge and take a look around, my gaze dancing across the room as I search for my new instructor. I catch sight of her immediately, noticing a strikingly beautiful twice baked potato who immediately stands up to greet me.

“Hey!” she offers. “I’m Brimm, are you Jill?”

“That’s me!” I reply, shaking her hand. “I’m really looking forward to our lesson.”

“Let’s get started then,” she continues, making her way past me and heading out into the snow with her skis in tow.

I follow behind, still unable to tear my gaze away from this gorgeous sentient food. She’s crafted to perfection, a warm, steaming potato that’s covered in melted orange cheese. When Brimm was constructed no corners were cut, stuffing her full of all the greatest fillings that you’d expect. There are chives and bacon bits scattered across her beautiful form, and a large dollop of sour cream in the middle.

I’m sure she tastes incredible, but I have to admit my sudden attraction to her is much more than that. Simply put, Brimm is smoking hot.

Taking it slow, the two of us stroll over to a small hill, not even approaching the lift just yet.

“Why don’t you strap in and let me see what we’re working with,” the ski instructor offers. “I know you’re a beginner, but I wanna see where the fundamentals are at.”

I understand what she’s trying to do here, but it suddenly hits me just how much work we have ahead of us. I’d told Brimm I wasn’t a great skier, but I also made it seem like I knew how to get from one snowy plateau to the next.

That is not quite the case. In fact, I don’t even know how to put these things on.

“Everything okay?” Brimm questions, a little confused as she watches me just stand in utter silence.

“Yeah, I just… these are new skis,” I explain. “I rented them for the trip and it’s not my usual set. I’ll just sit down and put these on.”

I drop to the snowy ground and begin to attach the long, slick planks to the bottom of my boots, struggling to find the right angle.

“I think that one goes on the other foot,” Brimm suggests.

“Oh, yeah,” I stammer, switching it over and trying again.

Unfortunately, this little change still doesn’t seem to matter. I still find myself utterly confused by how exactly these things are supposed to fit together, and soon enough I start to get frustrated, slamming my boot against the ski in hopes that it will just magically click into place.

“Let me help you with that,” the living food finally offers, coming over and kneeling down as she takes my ski in her hand. She positions it directly in front of me, aligning my foot in just the right way and then pushing forwards until the device finally locks into place. Brimm immediately moves on to the next ski and continues the process, until finally I’m locked in and ready to go.

Before I have a chance to stand, however, the sentient food sits down next to me.

“You’ve never skied before in your life, have you?” she questions. “I’m not trying to put you on the spot, it’s just… I worry I won’t be able to get you to the level you’re aiming for by tonight. For a one day session, this is a lot of ground to cover.”

I find myself flooded with embarrassment as she says this, another little white lie rearing its ugly head when the rubber meets the road.

In this moment, I realize I have two distinct paths to travel. I can come clean right now and hope that Brimm understands, or I can double down on these steadily mounting fibs and avoid facing the music just a little bit longer.

I make my choice.

“No way,” I reply with a good natured laugh, climbing to my feet. Just to prove my point, I push forward a bit and, to my amazement, I begin to glide down the hill. I wobble a bit at first, but the next thing I know I’m picking up speed and coasting along.

I start to laugh, blown away by just how easy this is. All of the anxiety and tension had been building up inside me, but now that I’m actually taking my shot, I’m not half bad.

I glance back over my shoulder at Brimm. “I’m skiing!” I cry out. “I’m really doing it!”

The twice baked potato seems both amused and confused by my outburst, but as she watches me cruise, her face suddenly contorts into one of desperate alarm. She’s no longer watching me, but gazing past over my shoulder now.

“Jill! Look out!” the living food cries.

I turn around to see that I’ve veered quite a bit off course. Instead of heading back toward the ski lodge, I’ve started to angle in the opposite direction. While the ground eventually flattens out on the other side, this path leads me toward a steeper and steeper drop, eventually culminating in a giant plunge into the canyon below.

Brimm is frantically shouting something from behind me, likely a set of instructions to help me stop in my tracks, but right now I’m just too panicked to hear her. Even if these words didsomehow permeate my brain, I doubt I’ve got the skills to implement them in any kind of realistic fashion.

My pace continues to quicken, and the next thing I know I’m launching over the edge of this steep cliffside. It’s not a perfectly sheer face, but it’s sharp enough that only the most skilled adventures should attempt traversing it.

“Oh fuck!” I blurt, immediately losing control and tumbling end over end as the fresh snow cascades down around me. I completely lose track of which direction is up or down, the blue sky whipping past at incredible speeds.

I get the vague sense of some large, dark obstacle looming in my path, but I have no way of avoiding it. I’m moving fast, and by the time I realize it’s a tree I can’t even cry out in alarm.

Suddenly, everything goes black.

I float in this vast darkness for a long while, completely separated from my body. I’m simply existing, enjoying this strange expanse as I accept my position as a non-physical entity.

Moments later, however, I can hear a soft, soothing voice in my ear.

“There she is,” the voice says. “Jill, can you hear me?”

I try to nod, but I’m having trouble due to my lack of a physical body. Gradually, however, my senses begin to coalesce into something coherent, a basic awareness of my arms, legs and torso. I’m lying on my back, but the cold sting of snow has been replaced by something warm and pleasant. I slowly open my eyes, wincing slightly as the light streams in.

“Where am I?” I question.

“You’re at your cabin,” the voice offers. “You took a pretty hard fall, but the doctors say you’re gonna be fine.”

I look to the side of the bed and see Brimm standing there next to me, the twice baked potato smiling warmly.

“How did I get here?” I question.

“Well, the medical clinic fixed you up and asked you where you were staying,” she explains. “It sounds like you don’t remember that part. I brought you over nobody else was here. Maybe they’re out for food or something.”

I lean back into the pillow, resting my head. I’m a little sore, but feeling surprisingly good after such a massive fall.

“Thank you so much for helping me,” I gush.

“I just wish I could’ve done more,” she continues. “Today is shot, but if you want I can take you out tomorrow.”

I shake my head. “By then it’ll be too late.”

The living food narrows her eyes. “What do you mean?”

I let out a long sigh, learning my lesson and finally deciding to come clean. “I just… this is so awkward… I don’t actually know how to ski.”

“No shit,” Brimm replies.

I can’t help but laugh. “I told my friends I could because I didn’t want to miss out on this trip. I wanted to impress them,” I explain. “I guess I just figured we could train this afternoon and then by the time we all hit the slopes tonight I could fake my way through it.”

“Well, as you can see, skiing doesn’t really work like that,” the twice baked potato counters. “It takes a while to get the hang of it.”

“I can see that,” I reply.

“You know, caring this much about what other people think is going to make you really tense,” the living food offers. “The key to skiing is to relax. That’s why I get high as fuck before I hit the slopes, you just need to stay chill and make sure your body is loose.”

“You’re high?” I question.

“Twice baked,” she replies, “but I wouldn’t recommend that for you. You need to focus so you don’t end up taking another spill. All I’m saying is that this anxiety you’re carrying around inside you is not going to make you very good at carving powder.”

I nod with understanding.

“You seem pretty damn cool to me,” Brimm finally continues. “I know you feel like you need to impress your friends by being a good skier, but I think you’re great regardless.”

I can’t help it as a smile creeps its way across my face. “Thanks,” I reply. “You seem pretty cool yourself.”

I sit up and then swing my legs over the edge of the bed, standing gradually as I collect my senses. I stroll over to the bedroom window, which looks out across the glorious landscape below.

“You’re right,” I finally offer. “I just need to find some confidence.”

“How?” Brimm continues, her voice dropping into a sultry tone. “What’s the confident version of you like?”

My heart skips a beat as she says this. I get the distinct sense this twice baked potato is flirting with me, but I’m not sure if I can find the courage to do anything about it.

I consider her question a little longer. What would the confident version of me do here?

Suddenly, I turn around and stroll toward Brimm. The next thing I know the two of us are meeting in a passionate embrace, kissing one another deeply on the lips. I can feel the tension between us immediately release, transforming into a potent ache of burning desire that overwhelms my thoughts. In this moment, I want nothing more than to give myself over to the beautiful twice baked potato, to allow myself this erotic encounter without second guesses or doubts.

As the food and I continue to make out she begins to undress me, pulling away my clothing and tossing it to the side. I tremble with anticipation as my body is revealed, sensing the warmth of the cabin on my skin.

Meanwhile, I’m exploring the topography of Brimm’s round, potato form, exploring the twice baked shell that holds her delicious fillings. She’s absolutely breathtaking in her construction, cooked to perfection with every topping you could ask for. Pressing up close to her, I can really enjoy the scent of chives and cheese, the savory goodness wafting across my nostrils.

As I work my way across Brimm’s frame my attention drifts lower and lower, gradually arriving at her waistline. I stop here for a moment, hesitating as I take control of the situation and explore the internal confidence that I so desperately crave. The twice baked potato desperately wants me to take things farther, but in this moment I’m the one calling the shots.

“Please,” Brimm coos into my ear, the sentient food aching with anticipation.

Finally, I reach down and slip my fingers across her pussy, causing a startled gasp to escape her lips. The twice baked potato immediately begins to grind back against me, pumping her hips as the two of us fall into a steady rhythm.

Meanwhile, the sentient twice baked potato rubs me in return, the pleasure passing back and forth between us now as it continues to build. We’re both sighing and whimpering loudly, pressed together as the sensations elevate.

Eventually, I drop to my knees before the ski instructor, pushing her back against the wall and aligning myself before her. I gaze up with a wide smile and then offer her a playful wink before diving in. Soon enough, I’m hungrily lapping away at Brimm’s pussy, enjoying the glorious twice baked flavors that make me feel right at home. She is perfectly prepared, with the wonderful balance of umami and salt. It’s easy to get lost in the moment.

Realizing that I’m taking things too fast, I immediately slow down.

I take a moment to collect myself, wanting to show this sentient food the good time she deserves. When I return to my task, I start with a slow pulse of my tongue across Brimm’s clit, taking my time with her as I gradually escalate speed. Eventually, the two of us fall into sync.

Brimm is clearly enjoying herself, her groans becoming louder and louder over time. She reaches down and places her hands against the back of my head, holding me in position while I continue to work her. I can sense her muscles clenching and releasing in time, the first signs of an impending orgasm.

“Just like that, just like that,” the living twice baked potato starts to repeat over and over again, her voice growing more and more frantic with every round until she’s screaming out at the top of her lungs. “Just like that! Just like that!”

Suddenly, the orgasm hits Brimm hard, causing her to buckle forward as wave after wave of pleasure erupts across her form. I keep going with my tongue, not letting up for a second as I carry her across the finish line.

Once the twice backed potato is completely satisfied, she immediately collects herself and turns her attention to me. Brimm floats down toward me, pushing me back and laying me out across the cabin floor. She spreads my legs open and then maneuvers herself lower and lower, finally arriving at my pussy.

The sentient food doesn’t waste any time, immediately getting to work as she licks my clit. She was clearly paying attention to that way that I pleasured her, turning my own technique around on me and falling into a similar rhythm. She’s reading my body perfectly, pushing forward or pulling back with every subtle reposition of my hips.

It’s not long before an orgasm of my own begins to blossom within, spilling out down my arms and legs and filling me with a powerful hum of erotic energy. In a moment of inspiration, Brimm slips two fingers within, only adding to the glorious bloom of carnal pleasures that fight for space across my frame.

These two distinct movements begin to swirl together, transforming into something even more powerful than the sum of their parts. I arch my back as a howl escapes my lips, lost in a state of utter bliss.

Just when I think things can’t get any better, however, the sentient food changes things up completely. “Has anyone ever eaten your ass?” she blurts out, her eyes wild.

“No,” I gush, “but… I want it so bad.”

Brimm swiftly takes my legs and pushes me back even farther, lifting me up so that the alignment of her mouth is directly over my butthole. The sentient twice baked potato immediately dives in, plunging her tongue into me with a ferocious rhythm as she continues to finger my pussy.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna fucking cum!” I scream.

The next thing I know I’m completely overwhelmed with sensation, my body quaking hard in a fit of orgasmic spasms. The feelings are so powerful that it’s my first instinct to pull away from them, but I use all the will power I can muster to let this moment overtake me and enjoy the ride.

Meanwhile, Brimm carries me though the entire journey, not letting up for a second as I convulse wildly. She knows exactly what she’s doing, making sure this story has the happy ending it deserves.

When I’m finally finished, I fall back against the wooden cabin floor, exhausted.

My sentient lesbian twice baked potato ski instructor climbs down next to me, cuddling up close. “That was really nice,” she offers.

“Just what I needed,” I reply.

“I’m sorry the ski lessons didn’t work out,” Brimm continues. “I think you would’ve done a good job. Maybe not an expert in the time that we had, but I think you could’ve been… okay.”

“I don’t think so,” I reply, appreciating her words but finally deciding to be honest with myself. “I’m just not cut out for skiing, and that’s fine.”

“Yeah?” the twice baked potato questions, glancing over at me.

I nod. “There are other ways to spend time with my friends up here, and that’s nothing to be embarrassed about. No more lying, no more talking down to myself about the skills that I do or don’t have. Who cares about that stuff? We’re here to have fun.”

Brimm smiles. “I guess that’s the most important lesson of all.”

I dismount the ski lift, gasping aloud when I see the glorious sunset that’s spilling across the sky before me. The views around here had already been spectacular, but this display of oranges and yellows above the stark white snow takes the cake. I’m just thankful I found the confidence to get up here and enjoy it on my own terms.

Thankfully, I don’t have any skis to worry about, so I have no problem trudging across the mountaintop to where my friends are all waiting. The rest of the girls are sitting along the edge of the peak, facing away from me as they discuss their path down the snowy hillside.

“You ready to shred or what?” I call out, prompting them to turn around and smile warmly when they see me.

“Jill!” Georgia cries. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better,” I tell her.

I watch as the faces of my friends turn to expressions of confusion. “Where are your skis?” someone calls out.

“I don’t know how to ski,” I tell them confidently, then hold up my sled, “but I’ve got this.”

“Hell yeah,” Georgia replies with a smile.

The gang stands up and gets ready. Soon enough, we’re beginning our descent together as cries of joy echo out across the mountainside.