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Blizzard

By: Dr. B Evil



Another ice storm whipped through the area, sending motorists into a frizzled commute to their work. It wasn't the best way to begin a day, having your nerves tested as you white-knuckled your way past stranded cars that lay crumpled in ditches and embankments. Arriving an hour late for work did nothing to ease your nerves as everybody seemed to be in a harried, rush-rush mode that tested your patience. You tried to relax, but the office commotion and noise made that impossible. Somehow you managed to get through the day, skipping lunch to tie up loose ends from coming in late. It made the day seem drag slowly and agonizingly for you.

Then your phone rang. For some reason you just stared at it and felt relieved. It was as if you knew it was going to refresh you. Smiling, you picked it up and whispered "hello" in a very sultry voice. My stomach flipped when I heard your voice. I was amazed that you knew it was me on the line. I invited you to come over to a lakefront cabin after work. Knowing how hectic your day must have been, you needed some pampering and I was only all too eager to give you some.

Our conversation was brief, but it relaxed you and energized you at the same time. You skipped to the fax machine to pick up the directions, paying no heed to the stares from your male colleagues. You ripped out the fax before the machine could spit it out, returned to your desk and began to clean up before leaving. Sure, you would leave early, but you put in your time and work was not on your mind.

So, you drove, again patiently weaving through the blizzard like weather, braving the conditions with a cool air. It took you much longer to find the cabin, but you were more concerned with making it than with racing to it. You scurried up the porch, your body shivering from the cold wind and ice and rain and snow. I opened the door before you could even knock and you flew in. I backed the door shut, watching you as you frantically threw off your jacket, pulling your blouse from your skirt as you did. Instantly my eyes wandered down your legs. You wore black nylons with a grey business skirt, showing off your calves and ankles. Quite honestly, all it took for me was a glance at your ankles. Your heels clicked as you skipped towards me, your cold body embracing me tightly, trying to warm yourself against me. We kissed, staring silently into each other's eyes.

My hands wrapped around your bare waist, lifting your blouse to rub your sides and back, swinging my hands forward to caress your stomach. You moaned, mashing your mouth into me, your hands plying up my shirt to rub my body, snaking below my pants to grab my ass. Your hands kneaded my ass as mine grabbed your head, pulling you onto my mouth. We moaned loudly as we kissed wildly, mashing our lips together, licking, sucking, kissing, our bodies ramming and rubbing. You slipped your hands from my pants and unzipped your skirt, stepping out of it quickly to straddle my leg. I pushed you up against a wall, grabbing your nyloned ass, pushing your sex into my thigh. I sucked on your earlobe as I ground you onto my leg. Your fingers plowed through my hair, roamed my body as you humped me harder and harder. Your clit was mashed into your nylons as it rubbed against my leg. I slipped my hands under your nylons and clenched your ass hard. We kissed deep and hard, letting the moment build in incredible lustful passion. You squealed with delight, feeling my fingers ply your ass apart, rubbing you onto my leg faster and faster. Your hands tugged at my shirt pulling the buttons off and tearing it, then attacking the skin around my neck and collar, bliting and kissing me wildly. My fingertips split your pussy and our mouths again met in a deep embrace.

Our lips opened and our tongues collided. We felt our breaths exhale into each other's mouth and sucked in our tongues. My fingers slipped further into your pussy as your clit ground onto my thigh. Your body tensed with pleasure, your nerves tightening with each kiss, each lapping of your tongue, each grind of your hips. Suddenly, in a sensuous flutter of ecstasy, your body released into orgasm. You grabbed my head tightly in your hands and screamed out your orgasm in my mouth, my tongue fluttering inside yours. Your pussy drenched your nylons as your ecstatic nylon clit rubbed into my leg, my fingers dancing inside your pussy and rubbing your ass.

I slipped away from your lips grip and fell to my knees. I looked up at you and you stared down upon me, smiling, flipping your fingers through my hair. I kissed your thighs softly, running my tongue over your nyloned skin, smelling the aroma of your nyloned legs, and feeling the softness of it on my tongue. My hands roamed over your nylon ass and the back of your thighs, rubbing you gently but firmly as I kissed my way down your legs. You spun over to a chair and sat down, smiling, lifting one leg over my bare shoulder, and rubbing your shoe into my skin, over my chest. I grabbed your ankle and helped you rub my chest with it before my hand managed to flip it off your foot, the heel bouncing to the floor. You rubbed your nylon foot over my chest and stomach as I knelt in front of you. I grabbed your ankle and directed your foot to my mouth. Slowly I kissed each toe, one by one, meshed in the nylons. Your other foot, still clad in your shoe rubbed against my bulging hard on. I kissed your toes and ran my tongue along your instep, softly biting your heel.

Slowly my tongue made it's way up and down your foot, licking it, sucking in each toe, then two, three and even all toes at once. Your hands groped your body smoothing your skin as you felt my warm, moist mouth suck your feet and toes, wetting your nylons and cooling your foot when I moved onto your other, which had been caressing my body. I felt the wetness from your other foot as you rubbed it into my skin, moving it around within the wet nylon itself. After suckling on the other foot I moved up your leg, smelling each one as I kissed my way past your ankles and calves, tracing my tongue along the roundness of your knees. Then my lips began loving your thighs. I kissed them with a wide open mouth, sucking and licking the nylon covered flesh of your thighs, noticing the strong scent of your sex become pronounced the more I kissed and loved your thighs. My lips and tongue pressed into your flesh as I mashed my face into them, kissing the flesh of your hips and thighs wildly before slowing to softly kiss your inner thighs. Your hands played with my hair as I slowly ran my tongue above each of your thighs, avoiding your mound and sex, teasing you.

My hands gripped your lower back as I pressed my lips into your flesh between your navel and mound. Your hips ground towards me, trying to push your sex to me. However, I continued to kiss your stomach, running my tongue around your navel, tasting the softness of your skin, and feeling pleasure grip you, smelling your scent. Kissing and licking, I unbuttoned your blouse, running my tongue up to your shoulders and down your arms to slide the soft fabric from your body. My tongue then traced the straps on your bra, following along the cups, my breath steamed on your chest as I kissed and licked you. I kissed the underside of your cups, slightly feeling your hanging breasts against my lips through the heavy fabric. You leaned forward and released the straps, then tossed the bra aside. I kissed your bare breasts slowly, my tongue rounding them, pressing lightly into the flesh. Then I began kissing them with big gulps, taking in as much of the breast as I could, my tongue rolling over your nipples, feeling their soft and dry skin.

I kissed your breasts and nipples deeply, as if trying to swallow them. Softly I bit down on your nipples, tugging at them, pulling them away from your body and releasing them to bounce your breast. Your body was on fire, your nerves tingling frantically, your breathing deep and jumpy. Your hands rubbed hard against my shoulders and down my back, pressing me into you. My stomach pressed into your mound, I began grinding it into your clit, rubbing it with my flexed stomach. I flicked my tongue at your breasts before starting back down trailing my tongue and pressing my chest against your throbbing pussy and clit.

Soon my mouth was at your mound, my tongue running along the nylon seam that split your pussy. It was wet and smelled of deep sex. I breathed in your aroma, licking your nyloned pussy wetter and wetter. My hands cupped your ass, my fingertips at the top of your nylons. I curled my fingers and slowly slid your nylons down, releasing your ass and sex into the cool air of the room.

My lips mashed into your hair, kissing you hard, licking and sucking as your hips ground. I waved my head and nudged my nose against your wet pussy lips, softly running my tongue up and down them. Softly, I flicked my tongue against your clit, licking it lightly. Your body shivered with every glancing touch from my tongue. Your body burst as your clit was teased and massaged and you ground your body in a circular motion, your legs and feet rubbing up and down my body, your hands in my hair. I cupped your clit with my long tongue and began rubbing it, faster and faster. You ground and rubbed your body into mine faster and faster. Your feet slammed to the floor, stomping on it, then rising up to rub my body.

I peeled off my pants, breaking away from your clit to remove them entirely. You loved the feel of your nyloned feet rubbing my bare legs as I dove back into you, smothering your clit and pussy with my tongue. I jabbed the tip in and out of your wet, throbbing pussy, taking it out to tickle your clit. Your hips were bucking wildly, your hands pressed into my head, rubbing me into you. Faster I licked. Faster, harder, smothering your clit, sucking it, rubbing it with my face. Your body was raging inside and out, flailing with desire and lust, raging with passion. You screamed aloud, trying in vain to let the ecstasy out. Faster I licked, covering your clit and pussy with my tongue, rocking my head into you. Screaming, your body felt as if it was going to burst. Then you let go. Your body flushed with orgasm after orgasm, pulsating from the fleeting sensation of pleasure that was flowing through every nerve and muscle. You panted hard, trying to catch your breath. Icontinued to lick and suck, your bucking hips punching your sex into my mouth. Your body raged with orgasmic delight, your nerves on fire throughout your body, your skin slick with sweat and tingling from passion.

Your hips wrapped around my waist hard and you pressed harder and harder. You were engorged with orgasm, feeling it flow throughout your body. It was laborsome for you to even breath, your stomach helping jet out your emotional exhales into the room with moans and shouts. I raised myself up, slowly pulling your legs from my waist, tugging off your nylons. You got up and moved to the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. Instantly, your body was soothed by the fire's heat and the softness of the fur on your naked body.

You laid on your back, spreading your knees apart, offering your throbbing pussy to me. My erection was stiff and wagged as I approached. Bending down to you, I leaned to one side, kissing your knee while rubbing the tip of my cock against your clit. Your hand gripped my shaft and directed it to your pussy. I grabbed your wrists and spread your arms wide, pinning your hands to the furry rug. You wriggled your hips, trying in vain to get my cock to slither into you, but I played against it, rubbing the underside of my hard on against your pussy and clit. I rocked on you slowly, massaging your clit and pussy all the while staring deeply into your eyes.

We rocked slowly together, feeling our bodies energize together, buzzing with passion and desire. I fucked your clit, rubbing my cock over it as I ground my body onto yours, our hands clenched, our eyes locked. Your legs wrapped around mine, your ankles hooking around mine, you began bucking your hips faster and faster as you whispered for me to fuck you. You wanted to fuck so badly, but I was in bliss loving your body, feeling your pleasure. There was plenty of time for fucking.

I continued rubbing into your body with mine, our hands clenched together tightly, our eyes locked together. We rocked slowly in our passionate dance, your back comforted by the soft, plush fur, our skin warmed from our desires and the roaring fireplace. Pops from the burning wood sent flashes of light into the room as I slowly lowered my head. Nuzzling gently into your neck, my tongue softly slid along your skin, my lips gently kissing your collarbone and shoulder, then back across your neck to the other shoulder. All the while my cock was pressing against your clit, my balls rubbing your pussy lips.

Your breathing intensified, as did your moans. I licked the underside of your arms, my dangling erection bouncing off your mound and stomach as I moved. I kissed your palms pulling you up with me as I knelt upright. Your legs wrapped around my legs and you slowly guided yourself onto my shaft. Our mouths were inches away from each other, breathing hotly on one another as you slowly lowered your pussy onto my cock, feeling it ply apart your lips and slowly sink in. Deeper, deeper, you slid onto me, your pussy swallowing my rigid cock. Finally you sat on my lap, my cock stuffed all the way inside you.

We sat there, almost motionless, feeling every tiny move and the incredible pleasure it gave us. Our arms were wrapped tightly around each other and we rubbed our chests together, looking down as we rubbed. Your nipples pierced into my skin and I mashed my lips into yours. We kissed hard. We kissed deeply, moaning and breathing harder and harder as we kissed deeper and deeper. We embraced tightly; rocking slightly to feel my cock firmly entrenched deep inside you. Our lips danced over each other's face, licking and kissing wildly.

We rocked faster and faster until we were finally fucking, your hips ramming your pussy onto my cock, your tongue down my throat. We slapped together and you rolled me on my back. Your hands splayed across my chest and moved down to my stomach, rubbing my skin as you humped my stiff cock. You grabbed at my sides and began rubbing your clit into my crotch. Our lips breaking away, you sat up. My hands gripped your hips, kneading their flesh and moving them in unison with your thrusts. Slurping sounds from our sexes intermingled with the crackling of the fire and our moans as we fucked. You slowed your thrusts, slightly grinding your clit into my crotch. I fired up several hard thrusts, slapping my cock deep inside your pussy, harder and harder. Then you sat back down, reaching back to grab my legs and twist on my hard on.

We were both on fire and I felt my climax coming on. I sat up and attacked your bouncing breasts with my mouth, moving from one then to the other and back and forth. I licked your chest all over, my hands spreading your ass, my fingers digging into your flesh and rocking with your thrusts. We were fucking wildly, screaming our ecstasy into the room when you pushed off on my shoulders. Lifting off of me, I fell back, panting wildly to catch my breath.

You walked over to the hearth and bent over facing the fire. You felt the hot air warm your face. You gripped the sides of the base of the hearth, your knees on the furry rug, spread wide. I approached you from behind and slid my sensitive head into you. You circled your hips and bucked back, but I withdrew quickly. Gripping your hips, I slowly slid my cock into you, then slowly out. In slowly, out slowly, again and again, my cock slowly fucking you. You began rocking faster and faster. Suddenly we were thrusting wildly into each other, my crotch slapping into your ass as my cock rammed deep into your pussy. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper, my cock pummeled your pussy from behind as the fire heated you in the front.

I continued thrusting harder and harder until I stood up and raised you from your knees by pulling up your hips. You bent forward, your breasts swaying in the heat, slapping against your skin as I thrust into you, faster and harder. You screamed knowing that the time for another passionate eruption was nearing. I had passed the point of no return and slammed into you wildly, groaning and grunting aloud as my tired body jerked each thrust into you. Our grunting songs echoed over the crackling fire and soon turned into screams of passionate ecstasy as we both were swept away. My cock pounded into you, it's tip hammering your clit with each thrust, banging scream upon scream from your mouth. I jiggled my thrusts, jackhammering your pussy and clit from behind, sending you over the edge. Tap, tap, tap, I fucked you, faster, harder, deeper. Your body convulsed with each thrust, feeling my cock jab into you faster and harder. Your nerves pulsated, fueled by the passionate fires within and around you. Your hands gripped the stone hearth as my cock rippled your body into another orgasm. Hearing your moans sent me over the edge and I came with a loud scream, banging my cock deep into you with an earthy rage.

I continued bucking into you, draining every last drop deep inside you, ramming deeper and deeper, forcing you into a continuous moan as your orgasm petrified your body into a state of passionate paralysis. I could not stop and encouraged more thrusts with each moan from your lips. Our bodies were jerking uncontrollably, feeling every pinprick of pleasure that tingled the deepest root within our bodies. Finally we slowed to a stop, our bodies shaking from the simultaneous orgasm. You turned, feeling the fire warm your ass. We kissed lightly, then deeply, pressing our worn nakedness together before falling to the comforts of the furry rug. We lay there, kissing, cuddling, nuzzling, caressing our buzzing bodies, slowly recuperating from our own blizzard of incredible sex. Again, our eyes locked and we were oblivious to the world outside.

Blizzard



I remember it well, January 1979...one of the biggest winter storms N.E. Ohio had. I was working in downtown Cleveland, it was five o'clock right after work when the snow was already about a foot deep and still falling. Being a young adult at the time it all seemed fun to me, my friend Mel and I met at the old terminal tower lounge for drinks after work. We enjoyed the company of her coworkers who were very entertaining. We talked, drank, laughed, and drank more not paying attention to time. At eleven-thirty we decided it was time to move onto our next weekend adventure. 

We made it outside and started to laugh at the amount of snow, at least three and one-half feet now! The city was snowed in, no cars, no buses... hotels were putting people up for the night. We made it to a nearby hotel, the desk clerk already knew we needed a room. She explained we would have to wait until the room was ready and showed us the restaurant. We eagerly headed in, sat and ordered munchies and more beverage. Still giggling at our new unexpected adventure we were approached by two men, asking if they could join our table since there was no room anywhere. Mel glanced at me, winked and smiled. 

We agreed and let them join. They introduced themselves...Mitchell and Michael. After initial chat, I could feel Mel's foot nudging mine, I look her way and she excused us and almost dragged me to the ladies room. Once inside I fell onto the sofa and questioned her motives. Mel smiled a devilish grin and asked if I noticed how handsome the two guys were. Of course I noticed I exclaimed. Mel then asked me if it was ok if she sort of got together with Michael...sure I told her. We returned to the table, and Mel using only a fraction of her sensuality began to capture Michael's full attention. 

I turned to Mitchell and attempted more small talk, I was not very good at this. Mitchell was dark and handsome...bronzed skin black man with hazel green eyes that seemed to sparkle like the falling snow. His build was strong and muscular with a great ass...yes I was not totally geeky!! He was a great conversationalist who made me feel comfortable. Music had started to play, it was upbeat and Michael and Mel were up and dancing. Mitchell and I watched them and smiled, they were getting very friendly on the dance floor. 

I saw Michael's hand slide behind Mel's tight fitting skirt and squeeze her bum, Mel responded by moving her hips closer to him and moving very slowly against him. I was getting warm just watching them. Mitchell cleared his throat turned to me as our eyes met I blushed...I felt he knew what I was thinking and feeling. He asked if I wanted to dance, I quietly declined explaining after this evening I doubt I could get up and dance. He agreed, and started to explain his plans for the evening...how there were no more rooms, and the hotel offered to let some people stay in the lounge. 

He wanted to get home since sleeping on a lounge floor or chair did not appeal to him, we both sighed. My eyes were still on Mel and Michael, their activities have progressed to making love with their movements. I couldn't believe my eyes when I noticed her blouse opened, and the large bulge Michael had. I hadn't noticed Mitchell watching me watch them, he let out a low chuckle and exclaimed how sexy my mouth looked when my lips were slightly opened. My head spun back to him only to see those green eyes sparkling into mine. 

Mel and Michael came back to the table just then. They were flushed and breathless. Mel grabbed my hand saying come on all...lets go to our room!! I tilted my head and followed...Mel got the key from the desk and all four of us made our way to the elevators. Mel pressed the top floor, I started to protest because I didn't want a ride...Mel showed me our room keypass and sure enough it was the top floor. I couldn't believe it we were given a great apartment like suite with all the accommodations, stocked bar, large screen TV, movies adult of course, and three bedrooms all with super-king beds. This was great.

Mel immediately took Michael to one of the bathrooms leaving Mitchell and I alone. Mitchell smiled taking my coat and bags and hanging them in the closet. I felt nervous now... I was not like Mel who could just let go. Oh, I wanted to but just didn't know how. I started to apologize for the storm, my actions or lack of them and everything...but Mitchell wouldn't have it. He took my hand led me to the love seat and started to talk about how they got stuck downtown, and continued to explain a lot about himself...where he worked, who Michael was etc. I was more relaxed by his easy manner. He found the remote and turned the television on...yes the channel was already set for the erotic movies. 

He started to change it but I worked up enough nerve to let him know I enjoyed the movie. Just then, we heard Mel and Michael...sounds of lust and passion surrounded us. I was so horny, I wanted to play too but was too shy to begin. I excused myself to the other bedroom and bath. I filled the bath with warm bubbles and let myself sink slowly in. Ahh... just what I needed. I had forgotten about Mitchell in the other room. I must have been in the tub a long time and I was lightly sleeping when I heard a concerned voice asking if I was all right? In my dream state I didn't respond right away...I heard another question and a knock. Then there he was looking upset, worried...standing next to the tub just starring down at me. 

My eyes opened and I gasped, "oh...I...", Mitchell shook his head smiling and told me I gave him a scare. I laughed, and apologized again. He didn't turn to leave, and I didn't want him to. I reached out my hand, he took it and knelt. He gazed at my face searching. I moved closer and kissed him. His lips were warm, my tongue flicked out to taste those lips. His lips parted and our kiss deepened as our tongues delved into each others mouths. It was a long hot passionate kiss, when we released both of us needed more. 

Mitchell stood asking if her could join me in the tub... of course I agreed. I watched him undress...my pussy quivered when I saw his large thick cock...it was only half erect and still rather large. He slowly got in and sat across from me. I thighs touching his legs. He found a soft sponge and began to stoke and lather all of my exposed parts. I let my head fall back and eyes close. He moved, and I felt his fingers gently sliding from my throat down to my swelled breast. He stopped at each nipple to massage and pull them till they stood like ripe cherries. I felt his warm wet mouth cover each nipple, he sucked each and gently twirled his tongue making me arch to him moaning.

He kissed my mouth whispering to join him...I followed him to the bed. Before I could lay down he wrapped his arms around me kissing my face, lips, and neck. A deep throaty moan escaped my lips, he lifted me onto my back on the bed. I reached for him, my thighs were moist not from the tub but from my own moisture. My cunt lips parted and puffy were glistening with my juices. Oh God how I wanted him. He stood there looking down at me saying "no, not yet". 

He spread my legs, knelt between them and used his marvelous mouth to kiss and nibble my swollen cunt lips. His tongue found my clit, he sucked it between his teeth and gently nibbled as his tongue flicked up and down driving me to the edge. My hands grasped his head pressing his mouth harder into me. My moans were louder, and my body began to shudder. He stopped saying he wanted to feel me cum on him. He moved over me, taking my legs around his strong arms spreading me wide. 

Through my lashes I saw his enormous hard shaft. He placed the head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing up and down on my clit. His cock was wet with my juices, his thick head entered my hot wet hole. Slowly, just past the inner lips, then with a thrust he buried his cock deep inside. I gasped with pleasure, my inner walls were wet and throbbing against his cock. He was so thick I felt every inch of him. He slowly withdrew almost all of the way to thrust back in again brushing my clit. My hips moved up to meet him, his eyes were smiling into mine as we both watched each others faces. Our lips met in a deep kiss, covering throaty moans. Our movements were faster now, I could feel his balls bouncing against my ass. 

His cock grew harder and larger and my breathing grew rapid. He groaned that he could feel my pussy pulling and tightening around him, I wanted to cum. I begged for him to fuck me hard, and harder...with a moan he thrust his wet shaft in and out of my wet hungry hole until I cried out that I was cumming!! He continued to pump me fast and hard only stopping to feel my cum throbs against his cock head. My orgasm lasted for what seemed like eternity when I slowly came back to earth. I sighed and smiled, then realized he did not cum!! I began to apologize...Mitchelll just smiled and said its ok, there is more to come. 

After a sip of my drink and a short rest, I let my hands travel over his body. I marveled at how beautiful this man is. As my fingers found his still wet hard cock, it jumped to life. I giggled and he asked if I was ready for more. Umm, yes and my lips surrounded his cock before he could move. He laid back and moaned how good it felt. My head started to bob faster up and down on his hard shaft, faster and faster until he gently stopped me. He asked me to kneel, I favored doggie style and was very excited after sucking his cock so I hurriedly knelt with my ass high in the air. He told me how sexy my back was as he gently caressed my ass and thighs. His hands spread my ass cheeks, and I felt his tongue circling my anus. 

No one has ever done this to me, I squealed with delight. His fingers rubbed my clit, and entered my saturated pussy. He drew some of my juices up to my asshole, I felt his finger pressing against it wanting to enter. My ass was fairly virginal...only had a couple of fingers it a few times. Mitchell asked me if I liked anal, I shyly explained that I was not very experienced in that but I was so hot I wanted to do everything. He left the bed, and returned with a small tube of lubricant. He applied a generous amount to my anus, and some to his cock. I felt his kisses all over my thighs and ass. He told me to rub my clit...I obeyed. 

I masturbated my clit until the warmth of a new climax was approaching. Mitchell gently worked one finger tip into my tight ass making me moan. He didn't push hard, he let my anal muscles suck the rest of his digit in. My head dropped to the flat bed, my lips sucked my fingers as I felt this new sensation. I began to move my hips up and down...sliding his finger in and out of my hot ass. On one return, I felt something thicker entering...at first I stopped my backward movement. Then my lust took over and pressed my hips down hard onto his two fingers now lodged in my hole. I could feel my anus stretching to fit more. They mixture of lust, passion and pain made my cunt throb and ooze more juice. 

Mitchell let his fingers slide out, he was kneeling behind me spreading my ass. He told me to relax, I continued to frig my clit making it swell and very sensitive. I felt the large head of his cock against my asshole, he was holding it steady and pushing gently for entrance. At first I thought he was too large, but after a few moments I felt the head pop into the outer ring of anal muscles. I cried out and gasped, "Ohhh yess...more...please...more!" 

With this he pushed on deeper and my ass sucked his cock in halfway!! Oh God I groaned...he held still again, I caught my breath and slid down taking his entire length up into my hot ass tunnel. Mitchell groaned aloud now, say how hot and tight my ass was. Once his cock was buried deep inside, I began to move slowly at first, swaying forward and back groaning with each movement. Feeling more sensual and lusty than ever before. I could feel every vein of his cock rubbing deep inside my ass. God it felt so good. He told me to keep touching my clit. 

I did and soon my cunt began to throb. I heard him groan he was going to cum too... he grabbed my hips, and started to thrust faster in and out of my aching asshole. I was gasping with each thrust, my groans of pleasure echoing in the air. My asshole was being taken, and fucked so deeply it was quivering. As my orgasm started, his cock grew inside me causing me to thrust my hips faster to meet his. This huge thick cock now sliding in and out of my hot wet ass tunnel made me cum so hard I heard Mitchell cry out, "Ohh God...your squeezing me sooo tight...God...I,...I'mm cumming in yoouu!!!" 

He thrust a few more times all the way out and back in again hard, finally shooting his hot cum deep up into my ass tunnel. We collapsed onto the bed still joined, my cunt and asshole throbbing his cock being squeezed inside. He kept me next to him, holding me and telling me how wonderful I was. We kissed softly, and fell asleep still joined.

As I slept I dreamed of being taken anally, my bum wriggled against him. This woke him slightly he watched me sleep, smiled and let himself fall back to sleep with thoughts of more to come. This was the most exciting blizzard ever...in more ways than one. Of course it lasted more then just that night but that's another story.

Hope you enjoyed my story. I'm sure part two will cum...



Blizzard



It was a cold, damp, gray Monday in the middle of November and Dan was doing what he usually does, driving from one city to the next in his Midwest sales territory. He had left his home in the Chicago suburbs that morning, made a stop in Rantoul, Illinois, and now was on the back roads traveling to Lafayette, Indiana. He liked traveling the back roads whenever he could, as he felt interstate driving was boring. 

When he was getting in his car after the stop in Rantoul, he wondered if it would snow; it was that kind of day. He hoped if it did, it wouldn't be heavy, or would start after he got to Lafayette, where he was planning to spend the night. He was getting sick of all the traveling he did, especially when it came to the wintertime. He had been on the road almost since he graduated from college.

Dan had turned 53 a few weeks ago. He was contemplating retiring the first chance he got, which in his company would be when he reached age 55, since he had so many years with them. He figured he should be able to swing it since his last kid should graduate from college the same year. If he needed extra money, he could always get a job doing something close to home. He was happily married, but he wondered if he and the wife would get along as well if he were around the house all the time. 'I'll worry about that when the time comes,' he thought. About the only thing he would miss from his travels is his ability to get in a little playtime while on the road. When he was younger, he was able to score with women he met in the hotel lounges or nightclubs he would frequent. Now his extracurricular activities were limited to visiting strip clubs and massage parlors in the various towns he passed through.

He was crossing the Indiana State line when he noticed a few snowflakes falling. He only had about 40 miles to go, so he felt he should be OK. But the snow started to get heavier, and that's when he noticed them: a young couple hitchhiking. He was kind of surprised, as he didn't see that many hitchhikers anymore, especially this time of year. He decided to pick them up, feeling sorry for them being out in the snow. By the time he reacted, he had gone about a quarter of a mile, so he had to wait a little while for them to get to the car. While he was waiting, he wondered if he was doing the right thing. He had stopped picking up hitchhikers about ten years ago after he had heard about people getting robbed, but these two sure didn't look like they posed any threat, and besides, he couldn't leave them out in the snow.

When they reached the car, the boy jumped in the front seat and the girl got in the back. "Thanks a lot, mister, for picking us up. I thought we were going to get stuck in the snow," said the boy as he took off his backpack and put it between his legs. 


"Well, to tell you the truth, that's the main reason I picked you up," Dan replied. "By the way, my name is Dan."

"Mine is Rick and my sister's name is Allison."

"Pleased to meet both of you. Where are you headed?" 

"Cincinnati," replied Rick.

"I have some business in Lafayette in the morning and then I'm going to Cincinnati tomorrow, so if you want to wait for me, I can take you all the way."

"That would sure be nice of you," replied Rick.

"How old are you two, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Were both nineteen; we're twins," Rick answered.

Dan thought Rick looked boyish for nineteen, but maybe that was because he was towheaded with bright blue eyes. He had a cute face, with a smattering of freckles. He looked like an All-American boy. He only had a glance at Allison as she got in the car and he wondered if they looked alike. The snow was coming down heavier now and he had to slow down, as the road was getting slick.

"Can I ask where you're coming from and where you're going?" asked Dan.

"Sure," Rick said. "We're going to visit our father who lives in Cincinnati. We live most of the time with our mother on our grandfather's farm, which is not far from where you picked us up."

Dan started wondering about what he was hearing. Why would their mother let them leave the house on such a threatening day to hitchhike to Cincinnati? He hoped they weren't runaways. He had to ask. "Your mother let you leave on kind of an ugly day, didn't she?"

"She didn't really let us leave," answered Rick. "She went to Chicago with my grandparents to do some shopping for a few days. We left a note saying where we were going."

"Aren't they going to be worried?"

"No," replied Rick. "We do this all the time."

'Well, he certainly has all the answers and gave them without any hesitation,' thought Dan. What was he going to do anyway? He couldn't put them out in this weather. Allison had not said a word during the whole conversation. 

"Allison, is Rick pulling my leg?" Dan asked in a joking fashion, although he did want her to address the question.

"No," was her curt reply. 

Dan decided to let the subject go. He really needed to concentrate on his driving, as the weather and roads were deteriorating quickly. They finally arrived in Lafayette. He usually stayed on the east side of town near I-65, where motels and restaurants were plentiful. It was also close to his meeting in the morning. As usual, he didn't have a reservation, as he never had a problem getting a room.

As he pulled up to the motel where he usually stayed, a question crossed his mind. "Do you have money for a room?" he asked.

"Yes," Rick said.

"I'll rent two rooms and you can pay me for one, OK?"

"We don't mind staying in a room with you to save some money. But if you don't want to, that's OK," replied Rick.

When Dan left the car, Rick turned to Allison and asked, "Well do you like him?" 

"He seems nice enough, but you know I always follow your lead," she replied.

"Well he seems kinda uptight, but that may be because of the weather. If he rents two rooms we'll just have to play it by ear. Why don't you try to be a little friendlier, that may help," Rick suggested. 

"OK, here he comes now."

Dan got back in the car and said, "A lot of people pulled off the road earlier than usual because of the storm, so they only had one room left. It looks like we'll be roommates tonight. The room has two double beds. Should I have them send a cot up to the room?" 

"We don't need a cot. Allison can sleep with me," declared Rick.

"Get your backpacks and let's go to the room," Dan said as he got his suitcase from the trunk.

When they got into the lobby, he had his first good look at Allison. She looked just like her brother. Her white-blond hair was long and pulled back into a ponytail. Rick was a little taller than she was; he was probably around 5'10". They both appeared to be slender, although he couldn't really tell since they had heavy coats on. 

When they got to their room, everyone used the bathroom and Dan called his wife to let her know he had reached Lafayette all right. Rick and Allison had been wearing sweaters, which they now took off. While talking on the phone, he realized he was right, both of them were very slender. They were wearing T-shirts that clung to their trim bodies. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn he was looking at two young boys. 

When Dan got off the phone, he asked, "Are you two ready to get something to eat? This place has a pretty good restaurant."

"I'm starved," Rick answered. 

"Me too," Allison exclaimed with a smile.

"Let's go, then," Dan said.

When they were seated at the restaurant, he tried to strike up a conversation. "Allison, what year of school are you in?" he asked.

"We graduated last June, so we're not in school right now."

"Are you thinking about going to college?"

"Our mother wants us to."

'She must be feeling more comfortable,' Dan thought, pleased he had gotten her talking. The food was served and the conversation lulled as they all dug into their meals. When they were done, they went back to the room, and Dan checked the weather on TV. He found that they already had gotten about 12 inches of snow and that it was predicted to last off and on through tomorrow afternoon. I-65 had been closed from Rensselaer to Indianapolis because the plows couldn't keep up with the snow, and they weren't sure when it would reopen. The wind was supposed to pick up later that night, causing blizzard conditions. Lastly, the storm was slowly making its way southeast toward Cincinnati.

"Well, it looks like we won't be going to Cincinnati tomorrow," Dan declared. "I better call down and make sure we can have this room tomorrow night."

"That's OK, we like being with you," replied Rick with a big smile.

"Does that go for you too, Allison?" asked Dan.

"Sure does," she replied with a big smile that matched her brother's. 

'God she is cute, especially when she smiles like that,' Dan thought as he picked up the phone to call the desk. After making sure he could have the room for one more night, he asked, "Do you want to see if there is a movie you want to watch? I'm just going to change my appointment to tomorrow afternoon to give them a chance to clear the streets."

"Sure," replied Allison. 

"I'm going to put my pajamas on while you figure out which movie to watch," Dan said as he entered the bathroom. He decided to take a shower and as he was drying himself off, he looked at himself in the mirror. 'I guess the regular visits to the health club have paid off,' he thought, looking at his muscular 6'2" frame with his hairy chest. He combed his medium length brown hair, which was slightly graying on the side. He put on pajama bottoms and left the bathroom.

He saw that Rick and Allison had already changed into their bedclothes. Rick wore only boxer shorts. Dan saw now that while he was slender, he had a muscular body. He also noticed from the bulge in his boxer shorts that he must be well endowed. Allison had on a sheer, thigh-length nightie. She was sitting in one of the chairs and the nightie had ridden up enough to see that she had on matching ruffled panties. She had long, lean, shapely legs. She had let her hair down and it was draped in a seductive fashion over her shoulders. He could see the outline of her small perky breasts through the nightie. Suddenly he got a funny feeling; here he was in a motel room, with two youngsters he had just met, in the state of near undress. Part of him worried and part of him lusted at these thoughts.

"Well, have you picked out a movie?" Dan asked.

"Yes," Allison replied in a seductive purr.

"What's it about?" Dan asked, wondering about the change in her tone. 

"It's a surprise, but something we thought you would enjoy," Rick declared. "It comes on in two minutes."

"OK, I'll let you two surprise me," Dan said, getting into bed and covering himself with the sheet. He could feel himself becoming aroused, like there was sexual tension in the room, but he discounted it as his imagination.

Rick lay on the other bed and Allison turned on the TV and then sat down on the bed with Dan. "Can I sit over here?" she asked. He'll bother me during the film if I sit with him," 

"Sure, I guess so," Dan said as he moved over. He felt like electricity was going through his body, as he looked at the cute, blond teenager sitting next him with next-to-nothing on. His cock was now semi-hard and he tried to get his mind off her and concentrate on what would be showing on the TV.

"Good," she said, propping up a pillow and stretching out next to Dan. She didn't get under the sheet, so her long, shapely legs were exposed and tantalizing close to him. The lighting caused the sheer material of her nightie to become transparent. He could see her nipples protruding from her perky tits like pencil erasers. 

'How can I ever concentrate on the film?' Dan thought. But when the movie started, he immediately saw that it was an adult film. 

"Who picked this out?" he asked.

"We did!" they simultaneously exclaimed. 

"We thought what a better way to warm up a cold winter night than watching a hot film," Allison added. "Don't you like hot films?"

"Well, uh, yea I do," Dan stammered. "But I guess this just kind of surprised me."

"Since you were nice to us, we're going to be nice to you," Rick replied.

Allison was admiring Dan's manly good looks and his big, hairy chest. She had enjoyed being with older guys ever since one of her mother's boyfriends had introduced she and Rick to sex a few years ago. Although Rick was her regular lover, they sometimes found other participants when they hitchhiked. She leaned over and kissed Dan. He felt her tongue seeking entrance to his mouth while her hand roamed over his chest. She pulled back and said, "We sure appreciate the ride today." 

Dan's head was swimming. Was he having a dream? His average-sized cock was hard, as he loved having her touch and kiss him. His attention was attracted to the TV, where two guys and a girl were making love. While the girl sucked one guy's cock, the other guy was eating her. Dan didn't know what to do. Lust was burning inside him, but it didn't seem right. 'But when am I ever going to get another chance like this?' he thought. He leaned over to kiss Allison and then noticed Rick lying on the other bed with his cock out. He was stroking it while watching the movie. Dan was amazed the kid had such a large cock. He bet it was at least nine inches.

Rick then looked right at Dan and their eyes met. "Mind if I join you?" he asked.

"No," Dan replied, realizing that this was going to be a night to remember. Rick stood up, removed his boxers and walked toward the bed. Dan could see the head of his cock was already glistening with precum. 

Dan pushed the sheets away and embraced Alison while their tongues did a love dance. His hand worked its way inside her nightie and he cupped one of her tits. Her nipples were hard and he rolled them between his fingers. He then felt Rick lifting her nightie over her head and pulled back to look at her. She had baby blue eyes, a tiny turned-up nose lightly dusted with freckles, and long, white-blond hair that surrounded her face. He now saw both of their bare chests and realized that while her tits were not much larger than Rick's pecs, her nipples were much larger and cherry red. He put his mouth on one and suckled like a baby. Her nipples were very sensitive and she laid her head back, her faced contorted with pleasure.

Rick moved down and removed her bottoms, then went to the other side of the bed and pulled Dan's pajamas down his legs. Dan had moved down and was kissing around Allison's lower belly and inner thighs. He saw her pussy was lightly covered with wispy blond hair. Her outer lips neatly framed her well-proportioned pink inner lips. He put his tongue just inside her labia and tasted her nectar. She tasted sweet, just like he imagined she would. 

Dan felt a hand lightly grab his cock and it wasn't Allison's. Rick's stroking caused his hard cock to get even harder. Dan was so involved with what he was doing that he didn't stop to think about Rick's activity. He moved his attention to Allison's hooded clit, trying to coax it to come out and play. He inserted a finger into her moist hole and fingered her while his tongue probed her clit. Soon he had success, and her nub peeked out at him. Her hips were moving in a slow rhythm with his finger and she was moaning with pleasure.

Then Dan got another surprise as he felt a warm, wet mouth envelop his cock. He lifted his head and looked down into Rick's baby blue eyes. He had his cock swallowed to the hilt. At first he almost panicked, since he had never been sexually involved with a guy before. He then made a split-second decision to drop any inhibitions and enjoy the moment. Besides, Rick really knew what he was doing. When he lifted his head off his cock his tongue would swirl around the head and then he would swallow him again. Rick's hand massaged Dan's tight scrotum while his mouth took care of his throbbing cock.

The twins' introduction to sex had included sexual acts between Rick and their mother's boyfriend. Because of the boyfriend's methods, the twins had lost their inhibitions a long time ago and learned simply to love sex. 

Rick knew Dan was ready based on the amount of precum he tasted. He took his cock out of his mouth and said, "Why don't you fuck her? She loves having older guys' cocks inside her."

Not needing to be asked twice, Dan put his hands under Allison's thighs and lifted. After getting her pussy in a perfect position, he guided his swollen cock to her love canal. As he entered her wet hole, she whimpered, "Fuck me, Dan, fuck me, fuck me."


Her tight, wet hole felt incredible. He sunk his cock into her to the hilt while she continued to whimper, 'fuck me.' As he began to stroke her, Rick moved around to her face and placed his cock by her lips. When she felt his cock, she opened her mouth to give him access. Rick then slowly buried his long cock down her throat and started to fuck her mouth. Dan's passions were burning as he slammed his cock in and out of her, while watching this cute little vixen suck her twin brother off. Soon his cock pulsated and his semen pumped in her belly, his faced grimacing with pleasure. When Rick saw that he was cumming, he let loose too, shooting his load down her throat.

When his cock stopped pumping and started to wilt, Dan removed it from her and rolled over and lay on his back. He had a big smile on his face. Allison still had Rick's cock in her mouth and was sucking the last drops of cum from him. Rick looked down at Dan with a smile on his face and said, "Glad you picked us up?"

"Best move I made in a long time. I don't think I have ever been that hot," Dan replied.

"Well, the night's still young. You're not through yet, are you?" Rick asked.

"I'm following your lead. I'll go until I pass out."

"Good. Why don't we shower together." Rick suggested.

"It'll be a tight fit, but let's give it a try," Dan replied. "Up to it, Allison?" 

She nodded her agreement and they all went into the bathroom. When the water warmed up, they got in the shower. It was indeed a tight fit and their bodies rubbed against each other. They took turns washing each other. First the twins lathered Dan up. He felt hands exploring every part of his body. He stood in the middle, facing Allison with Rick behind him. She washed down his chest while he felt Rick washing his cock with one hand and his ass with the other. 

Then it was their turn to wash her. Allison faced Dan and he knelt down and washed her legs and then she felt his finger rubbing up and down the slit of her pussy. Rick was behind her and he reached around and massaged her chest and stomach. All the touching had caused both of the guy's cocks to get semi-hard. 

Then it was Rick's turn in the middle. Allison got behind him and washed his back and then his chest while Dan knelt down to wash his legs. Dan had Rick's semi-hard cock almost in his face. He couldn't believe how he felt looking at it as he washed. He had urges to put his mouth around it, as it looked so sexy. He ignored those urges, but soon his hand grabbed Rick's cock. He couldn't believe how hot it felt lathering this young stud's cock and balls. While he was working on him, he looked up and saw Rick smiling down at him. 

When they finished, they all went back and lay down on one bed with Allison in the middle. "Dan, is this your first experience with another guy?" Rick asked.

"Well, uh, yea, why?"

"Well, most of the guys we run into this way, it's their first," replied Rick. "I also saw it in your eyes when I started to suck you off. You're not sorry, are you?"

"No, I decided to let go of my inhibitions during our time together."

"That's good. We'll all have a better time that way. Now, I think my sister got cheated on our first go around, as I don't think she came. Did you?"




Blizzard



"Well, almost," Allison replied.

"Almost doesn't count," Rick stated, climbing between her legs. As he began to kiss and blow around her pussy, Dan leaned over and kissed her mouth. Their tongues flicked as their open mouths met. Dan kissed around her neck and ears, then moved down to her perky tits. 

"I love sucking on your big nipples," he told her as he took one into his mouth. Rick's tongue was now flicking her clit and she began to moan. While Dan sucked her nipples, Rick sucked on her exposed clit and fingered her. It didn't take long for the attention from the two guys to take her over the edge. Her hips gyrated and bucked wildly and her pussy contracted on Rick's fingers. Both of the guys kept working on her as she had a succession of orgasms.

"Dan, lay on your back, and Allison, get his cock hard," Rick directed. They did as ordered and soon his cock was buried in her throat. She used the same technique as Rick had earlier, and soon Dan's cock was rock hard. 

"Mount him, Allison," Rick said when he saw Dan was hard. She put her feet on either side of him and squatted down. She took his cock in her petite hand and guided him home. Dan watched as his cock disappeared through her wispy hair and pink labia. Once they had fucked for a while, Rick got behind her. He had a tube of KY he had taken from his backpack. He lubed up his fingers and probed her anus, and she leaned over further to give him ready access. Once he felt her anus start to relax, he removed his fingers and put more KY on his cock, then moved into position and stuck his glistening rod in her ass, just the head at first, and then he worked his way in until he was buried to the hilt. They developed a rhythm, fucking her in both holes simultaneously. 

Her body felt like it was on fire as the two of them ravished her. Dan could see her pleasure reflected in her blue eyes. Her cute face was contorted and now looked so evil, so lustful. 

"I'm cumming, yes, I'm cumming!" she cried out, as her ass and pussy contracted on the cocks that penetrated her. 

"Ahhhhh," Rick yelled as his semen pumped up her ass.

When Dan felt his Rick's big cock pulsating, he started to unload in her pussy. When she felt both of the guys' cumming, Allison came again. When their guns were empty, they all kind of collapsed in a heap on the bed. Once the passions cooled a bit, Dan suggested, "Think we should get some sleep?"

"Yes," Rick and Allison said in unison.

"But first I need to clean up a little. I'll bring you guys a towel," Allison said as she got off the bed and walked to the bathroom, cum dripping from both holes. 

When she came out, Rick had already moved to the other bed, so she gave Dan a quick kiss and a towel, then got into bed with her brother and gave him the other towel. After they finished cleaning up, Dan said, "I'm going to turn off the light, if everyone is ready."

"Goodnight," the twins replied.

The next morning, Dan had already showered and made one phone call by the time Rick woke up. "Good morning," Dan said. "I need to make one more phone call to change my appointments and then we can go to breakfast."

"I'll jump in the shower and then Allison can take a quick one," Rick replied. 

After they had showered and dressed, and Dan had made his phone call, they went to the restaurant. While waiting for the meal, Dan said, "I have an appointment for three this afternoon. I changed the appointment in Cincinnati to Thursday morning, since I don't know how long it will take us to get there."

"Then we have plenty of time to play," Allison said with a smile. She was sitting next to Dan and when she said that, she squeezed his inner thigh. He felt a tingle in his nuts and couldn't wait till breakfast was over.

"I want to spend as much time in the room with you two as I can," Dan replied.

"We like being with you," Rick said.

When they finished breakfast, the twins went ahead to the room while Dan stopped by the front desk to make sure the room for the night was squared away. The TV in the lobby had on a long weather and road report, so he spent some extra time watching it. When he got back to the room, he saw that the twins had put a 'do not disturb' sign on the door. 

Entering the room, he found them naked on the bed, Allison sucking Rick's cock. He stood there for a minute watching the erotic scene. Seeing Rick's hard, pinkish, nine-inch dick slide in and out of Allison's delicate mouth was getting him hot. Rick noticed him and said, "Why don't you join us. We're lonely."

Dan quickly undressed and got on the bed where Rick motioned him to go. He lay opposite the direction Rick was lying, so that his cock was near Rick's face. Dan had a close-up view of Allison giving head. He felt a hand on his balls and then Rick's soft mouth over his cock. 

Lust showed in Dan's eyes and Allison saw this. She took Rick's cock from her mouth and placed it by Dan's. He felt a twinge of panic. She recognized this, as she had seen it with other guys in the past. "Don't worry, it won't poison you," she said softly. She reached over and put her hand at the back of his head and pulled his face towards Rick's throbbing cock. Her coaxing and the feeling of Rick's expert touch were enough to convince him that he wanted, even needed, to do this. 

Dan opened his mouth and she guided the cock inside. He tasted the salty precum and soon his head was spinning. He was in a 69 with a good-looking teenaged stud and enjoying the hell out of it. He tried to get as much of the cock into his mouth as he could. When it hit the back of his throat he slightly gagged, but pressed on and finally got it all the way in. Rick's blond pubic hair tickled his lower lip and he felt his balls against his nose. He grabbed the balls and massaged them as his head bobbed up and down. His own cock felt like it was in seventh heaven as Rick expertly worked it in and out of his mouth. Allison had moved to the other bed and was finger-fucking herself. 

Dan was the first to succumb to the pleasure. His balls felt like they were in a vise and his cock started to throb. He cried out, "Arghhhhh," as his cum spilled into Rick's mouth. 

Rick kept sucking him until he was dry. As soon as Dan started to come off his high, he went back to sucking Rick's cock. He soon felt the cock start to pulsate and he closed his lips tightly around it as Rick's spunk filled his mouth with its salty taste. He finished draining him and then got up and went to the bathroom. 

When Dan came out of the bathroom, the twins were sitting together on the bed. "Still enjoying yourself?" Allison asked him.

"Yes, I am. You guys are teaching an old dog a lot of new tricks," Dan replied. "I think I'm going to take a short nap." He lay down on the other bed and closed his eyes.

When he woke about 45 minutes later, he heard groans coming from the other bed. He turned over to see Rick with his head buried between Allison's thighs. 'God, these kids sure love sex,' he thought. Watching them for a while made him to want to join the action. He couldn't believe how sexy Allison looked lying on the bed, writhing from the pleasure her brother was giving her. Suddenly she cried out, "I'm cumming!" and her hips bucked while Rick kept his face buried in her snatch.

When she finally calmed down, Rick straddled her chest and she started to suck his cock. Rick glanced over and noticed Dan watching them. "You should be well rested. Are you ready to join us?" Rick asked.

Dan didn't bother to reply. He got up and walked over to the other bed. His cock was already semi-hard from watching the twins. Rick grabbed his balls and pulled him closer. He leaned down and took Dan's cock in his mouth. Both cocks were soon ready for action. "We'll do this a little different this time. I'll mount Allison and you mount me," Rick directed. "Get the tube of KY from the nightstand."

Rick guided his cock into Allison's moist pussy. She moaned, "Ohhh," as it slid deep inside her. 

"Lube up your cock with the KY and get behind me. Get the head in first and then you can penetrate all the way," Rick directed, knowing that Dan had never done this before. He liked being fucked in the ass and he was looking forward to the action. He felt fingers spread his cheeks and the head of a cock penetrate his anus. While this was going on, he kept his cock buried in Allison.

Slowly Dan worked his entire length in. He loved the tightness of Rick's ass. When Rick felt he was all the way in, he started to slowly stroke Allison. All three of them developed a slow rhythm and they were moving in unison, enjoying the pleasures of each other's bodies. Rick buried his cock in Allison and pumped his seed as deep inside her as he could. When he started cumming, the muscles in his ass contracted and caused Dan to blow his load. When they stopped cumming, they all lay on the bed hugging one another.

Noticing the time, Dan said, "I need to get ready for my meeting, eat lunch and go. I want to leave early since I don't know what condition the roads are in."

They all took a shower individually, got dressed and went to lunch. Again as they talked at lunch, Allison put her hand on his thigh, making Dan wish he didn't have a meeting. After they finished, Dan left and the twins used the indoor swimming pool.

When he got back from his meeting, Dan decided to have a drink in the motel's lounge before going to the room. He wasn't worried about the twins, as they seemed more than able to entertain themselves. The lounge was crowded, as the motel was still filled with people waiting out the storm. There were no empty tables, so he sat at the bar. While looking around the room, he caught the eye of an attractive woman who gave him a big smile. He had seen her somewhere before, but couldn't quite place her. He was halfway through his dry martini when he noticed the woman standing next to him and they exchanged smiles.

"Care to join me and my husband?" the woman asked.

"Sure," Dan replied. "Are you sitting out the storm too?"

"Yea, we were on our way to Nashville yesterday. My name is Jennifer."

"Mine's Dan."

When she got the drinks, they proceeded to the table. "Dan, this my husband, Jon."

"Pleased to meet you, Jon," Dan said as they shook hands.

When he got a good look at them together, he realized he had seen them at both breakfast and lunch today. He had especially noticed Jennifer, as she was an attractive woman. She had short, black hair, big green eyes, and full, luscious lips. She wore a sweater that tightly covered her ample tits and a skirt that showed off her shapely legs. She was probably about 5'5". Jon had an average build and thinning light brown hair. He wore a neatly trimmed full beard. Both of them appeared to be in their early 40's.

"Some storm," Jon declared.

"One of the worst I've seen in a long time. They sure missed calling that one early enough," Dan replied. "I never would have started out if I had known it was coming."

"Where are you headed?" asked Jennifer.

"Cincinnati."

"Are you traveling with your kids?" Jennifer asked.

"Well, no, they're not my kids." He realized he needed to explain this a little further. "No, I found them hitchhiking just when it started to snow. Then when we got to the motel there was only one room left, so we're all cramped in one room. But they're very nice kids."

"Looks like you get along with them very well," Jennifer said, smiling.

"Yea, we get along just fine."

"I know, it turned me on watching that young chick rubbing your thigh. Looked like you really enjoyed it," Jennifer replied with a sly smile on her face.

"Yea, made me wish we could change places," Jon added and then both he and Jennifer laughed.

Dan wondered where this was going and how he should reply. He decided to let them take the lead. "I didn't realize anyone saw her doing that," he replied. "I guess it's just her way of expressing herself."

"And your way of expressing yourself is getting a hard-on," Jennifer said and again they both laughed. 

Dan remembered that when he had left the lunch table, his cock was hard from Allison's hand rubbing his thigh. 'I wonder why they were watching us so closely,' he wondered. "You remember more about what was going on at our table than I do," he said with a smile. 

"I don't blame you. She would have the same effect on me," Jon said.

"We need to stop teasing you," Jennifer said. "I'm going to get to the point. We like to party with other couples. If you and your two friends would like to join us, we would love to entertain you. We were lucky enough to get a suite with a hot tub, so it's made for partying. If I'm way off base, just say so."

"Well, I guess I could ask them," Dan replied.

"Why don't you do that. We have stuff to drink and we'll order some finger food from the restaurant so we won't need to go to dinner."

"What's your room number?" Dan asked. "I'll talk to them and then call you."

"69," Jon replied. "Isn't that appropriate?"

"I'll give you a call in about 15 minutes," Dan said as he finished his drink and got up to leave the lounge.

"We'll be there," Jon replied.

Dan discussed the invitation with Rick and Allison and they agreed that it sounded like a great offer. Dan called and said they would be up to the room in half an hour, as he wanted to shower and change clothes first. The twins put on tank tops and shorts while Dan wore a pair of slacks and sport shirt. They knocked on the door and Jennifer answered. She was a knockout in her sexy cocktail dress. It had spaghetti straps and was cut very low. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples tented out the silky material. All of them stared at the sexy lady answering the door.

"Come in and make yourself comfortable."

"Jennifer, this is Rick and Allison," Dan said.

"Pleased to meet you, Rick and Allison," Jennifer replied and then kissed both of them.

Jon walked in from the other room and Jennifer said, "Jon, meet Rick and Allison." He was dressed in a silk robe and slippers and looked like he was ready to host a party at the Playboy Mansion.

"Hi, glad you decided to come to our little party," Jon said. 

The room they were in was like a large living room. It had two couches and a couple of easy chairs. There was a fancy table against the wall, on which they had set up the food and a bar. In one corner of the room was a hot tub big enough for 8 people. Jon had it running, warming up the water. "In there is the bedroom and bathroom," Jon said pointing to the adjoining room. Dan stuck his head in the door and saw that the bedroom had two king-sized beds.

"Help yourself to the food and drinks," Jennifer said, pointing to the table in the corner. "I didn't know if you two drink, so I had some soft drinks sent up."

"We like wine," Allison replied.

"So do we. Jon, can you help them find one they like? Dan, fix whatever you want." 

They all went over to the table, fixed themselves drinks and ate the hors d'oeuvres. While they chatted, all of them were thinking about the fun yet to be had. Jennifer and Jon had lust in their eyes looking at Rick and Allison. Dan couldn't keep his eyes off Jennifer. When she bent over on one occasion he got a glimpse of her tits that made his groin tingle.

After everyone had enough to eat, Jennifer asked, "Jon, do you think the water is warm by now?"

"I'm sure it is, honey," he replied.

"I'm getting another glass of wine and getting in. Anyone care to join me?" Jennifer offered. She refilled her glass and set it down by the hot tub. She moved the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Dan took a deep breath when he saw her. Her big tits had large nipples with hardly any areola around them. They were dark brown, contrasting with her creamy complexion. Her pussy was covered with a thick patch of neatly trimmed black hair. She had very shapely legs and a firm, round ass. Dan noticed that both Rick and Allison were staring at her with a gleam in their eyes. As Jennifer stepped into the hot tub, she said, "Don't be shy. Come and join me."

Everyone poured themselves another drink and walk over to the tub. When the twins removed their clothes, Dan saw that Jennifer was paying close attention. Jennifer licked her lips when she saw Rick's nine inches. As they were getting in the tub, Jon removed his robe and Dan saw that he was also paying attention to the twins, as his cock was semi-hard already. Dan was the last to get in. He sat on one side of Jennifer and Rick was on the other. Jon and Allison sat on the other side and he put his arm around her. They all engaged in small talk while they enjoyed the drinks and warm, rushing water. The sexual excitement grew as their naked bodies, stimulated by the hearty drinks, rubbed against each other.

Jon got the action started when he had Allison sit on his lap. He kissed her while he fondled her little tits and rolled her nipples with his fingers. Dan put his arm around Jennifer and reached down and cupped her tit. She looked at Dan and smiled, then he kissed her. Her hand had found its way to Rick's cock and after just a few tugs, it hardened. She lowered her other hand and grabbed Dan's cock and soon she had him hard, too. 

Allison was now sitting on the side of the tub, out of the water completely. Jon was running his tongue up and down her legs. Whenever he got near her thighs, he would lightly run his beard over the inside part of them and blow on her golden pussy, causing her to writhe her hips. Dan and Rick sat on the side of the tub and Jennifer moved her head from one lap to the other, hungrily sucking their cocks. While she sucked one, she stroked the other guy's cock with one hand and the massaged the balls of the guy she was giving head to with the other. The guys watched her head bob up and down as she swallowed their cocks. 

Jon was running his tongue up and down Allison's pink labia. He could taste, as well as smell, her excitement. He then moved his tongue up to her hooded clit while he inserted two fingers into her tight wet hole. The action on her pussy, combined with the feel of his beard rubbing her inner thighs, soon took her to the next level of excitement. Her head was tipped back, her eyes closed, and she was moaning softly from the pleasure he was giving her. Her pink clit exposed itself and he put his lips around it and sucked. Her hips started to buck and her sight got bleary as her sexual excitement hit its zenith. Once she calmed down, he got out of the tub and led her to the bedroom. 

Jennifer and the guys were already there. She lay on her back while Rick straddled her face and she sucked his cock. Dan had his head between her legs with his tongue penetrating her thick, black pubic hair. He loved the feel of her hair tickling his face. He moved his tongue in and out of her inner lips. Her pussy responded to his probing by excreting her love juice. Dan buried his face in her bush as he put his tongue as deep as he could into her pussy, loving the taste of her. 

Jon and Allison were on the other bed, locked in a 69. He felt as if his cock was going to explode as she expertly swallowed him to the hilt and her long, silky hair rubbed his thighs. He was tongue-fucking her pussy while he used a finger to probe her anus. He then rolled her over onto her back and turned himself around. His cock was glistening with her saliva and his precum. Her pink labia was enlarged from the excitement and stood out through her wispy pubic hair. He looked down into her passion-glazed blue eyes; she looked like she was dying to be fucked. His cock was throbbing as it entered her teenaged love nest. He grabbed her ankles and lifted her for deeper penetration, then buried himself in her tight moist pussy. "Ohhh!" she moaned as she felt him enter her. She loved to get fucked, especially by older guys.




Blizzard



On the other bed, they had changed places. Dan lay on his back and Jennifer was on all fours, sucking Dan's cock while Rick was tonguing her anus. When she felt his tongue penetrate her, she let out a muffled moan. She knew Dan was getting very close, as his cock was really leaking precum and his scrotum was so tight that his nuts had almost disappeared. Her pussy was dripping with excitement as she moved forward to mount Dan. She guided his cock into her sopping hole and sat down. She leaned forward and commanded, "OK baby, put your cock where your tongue was." Rick didn't need much coaxing, as she had such a fine ass, perfect for fucking. She felt his cock-head enter her and then he slowly slid all nine inches in. She had a little pain at first, but soon that disappeared as lust overcame her. The trio developed a rhythm and they all became consumed by the lovemaking. Dan had her big tits swinging in his face and he put his lips around her chocolate-colored nipples and gently gave her love bites.

Jon was fucking the cute teenaged vixen hard now. His nut sack was tight as his cock prepared to deliver a load into Allison. Her face was contorted with pleasure and her hips were meeting his thrusts. She was whimpering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," with every stroke. He was doing all he could not to cum, as he wanted to feel her tight little pussy get even tighter. Then it happened: as her hips bucked underneath him and her pussy contracted, she cried out, "Yes, yes, yes!" When he felt her go over the edge, he let loose. His cock shot stream after stream of cum into her pussy. When he stopped cumming, he leaned down and they kissed.

Rick buried his cock in Jennifer's ass when he started to cum. When she felt his hot load being injected into her, she climaxed. Electricity coursed through her body and she cried out, "I'm cumming!" She was just sitting on Dan's cock and bucking her hips while her pussy contracted on his cock. He looked up at her pretty face twisted from the extreme emotion she was feeling. Seeing her lose it like that was all it took, and his cock pulsated as he filled her with his seed. Then all three of them collapsed on the bed in a heap and just lay there, relishing the moment. 

Slowly they all got up, used the bathroom, got a drink and eventually found their way back to the hot tub. Rick walked up to the hot tub with his limp long cock swinging provocatively in front of him. He noticed that Jon was staring at his cock, so when he got in the tub he said to Jon, "Mind if I sit next to you?"

"Absolutely not," Jon replied.

When he got in the tub he moved in front of Jon and his cock was almost in his face. Rick looked down and saw the gleam in his eye. They smiled at one another and Rick sat down. Jennifer was sitting next to Allison and soon she put her arm around her. As Dan approached the tub, he saw the pairings and decided to stay by himself. He got in the tub and sat between the couples. 

Jon reached over and started to fondle Rick's cock. Rick reciprocated by putting his hand around Jon's dick. Once they were both hard, they stroked each other. On Dan's other side, Jennifer and Allison were in an embrace and Jennifer was fondling her small tits. Dan decided he needed to join one of the groups, so he moved and sat next to Allison. He wanted another first in his life: making love to two women. When Jennifer looked up and their eyes met, he said, "Won't mind if I join you two?"

Jennifer just smiled and shook her head. 

"I think we should head for the bedroom," Jon whispered in Rick's ear, his voice dripping with lust. "We have a lot of unfinished business." 

Instead of answering, Rick got out of the tub with Jon following him. Both of their cocks were rock hard and throbbing with anticipation. As they got on the bed, Jon put his arms around Rick and their lips met. Soon their mouths were open as their tongues did a love dance. 

Jon started kissing his way down Rick's chest and nibbling on his now hardened nipples. He then ran his tongue around his lower belly and inner thighs. The head of Rick's cock had changed from its normal pinkish color to a blood red. Soon Rick felt Jon's tongue probing the tip of his cock. Jon swirled his tongue around the cockhead while his hand found Rick's nut sack. He then went back to licking the tip, enjoying the taste of the teenager's precum. 

Rick felt like his cock was going to burst by the time Jon finally worked it all the way down his throat. Rick knew this wasn't Jon's first time making love to another guy. His head was swirling as Jon's mouth rode up and down his cock. Jon sensed that his partner was reaching his zenith and buried the cock down his throat and gently squeezed the tight nut sack. Rick's cock began to pulsate and his warm spunk filled Jon's mouth. Jon especially enjoyed the feeling and taste of a guy unloading in his mouth. He kept working the nut sack and sucking the cock until it became limp. He then looked up at Rick and smiled as he swallowed his partner's love juice. 

Dan was sitting on the edge of the hot tub, looking down at pretty Jennifer and cute Allison taking turns sucking his rock-hard cock. While one had his cock in her mouth, the other would suck his nuts. They ran their tongues simultaneously up and down his cock, then put their lips around the head and kissed each other at the same time. Jennifer lifted her head and said, "Is everyone ready to head for the bed?"

Dan and Allison nodded and followed Jennifer to the bedroom, where they found Jon lying on his back with Rick on his knees between Jon's legs, sucking his cock. As they walked by the bed, Allison teased her brother by sticking a finger up his ass. He jumped slightly but continued to work Jon's cock.

Jennifer lay on her back and Dan got between her legs and put his face close to her pussy. He licked around her inner thighs and blew gently on her moist cunt. Jennifer motioned for Allison to straddle her face. She was dying to get a taste of her sweet young pussy. Once she was in position, Jennifer lifted her head and kissed her labia through the wispy pubic hair. She could taste the youngster's excitement. Jennifer was also enjoying having Dan's tongue running up and down her labia.

Jennifer probed Allison's golden pussy with her tongue and sucked on one of her inner lips and then the other. She knew Allison was getting excited, as her inner lips were enlarged and red. She was also excreting a significant amount of love juice, which Jennifer was lapping up. 

Dan was having a similar effect on Jennifer, sucking and nibbling her exposed clit. Every once in a while, Dan worked his tongue into her inner lips to taste her honey. Jennifer was the first to cum, as eating a pussy while having hers eaten caused her excitement level to increase rapidly. When her hips began to writhe uncontrollably, Dan buried his tongue in her pussy and soon he felt her contract on his tongue. She let out a groan, which was muffled by Allison's pussy. Her whole body shuddered as Dan kept tonguing her and she climaxed again. While she was cumming, she kept sucking on Allison's exposed clit. Soon Allison's body shuddered as she came in Jennifer's face.

On the other bed, Rick had taken Jon's cock from his mouth. He knew by looking at the swollen purple head that it was ready to be ridden. He made sure the head had plenty of spit on it and got up and straddled Jon. He reached behind him, grabbed the cock and squatted down. He placed the head by his anus and worked it inside. Once he was penetrated, he sat down slowly until the entire length was up his ass. Jon, feeling the tightness of Rick's ass, opened his lust-filled eyes and looked at his young lover. "Don't go to fast. I want this to last," he called out in a hoarse voice.

"So do I," Rick replied in a hushed sexy tone. "So do I." He began to rise up and then lower himself slowly on Jon's throbbing cock. Rick's face showed the enjoyment he got out of fucking an older guy. Jon's eyes were fixed on Rick's groin. He watched his teenaged lover's semi-hard cock flop around while his own cock moved slowly in and out of Rick's ass.

On the other bed, Jennifer had moved toward the foot of the bed and Allison was still straddling her face. Dan cock had gotten rock hard while eating Jennifer's pussy and he was ready to fuck. He gazed at the wispy blond hair on Allison's pussy, glistening with her cum, and decided that is where his cock belonged. He mounted her from behind while Jennifer kept tonguing her clit. His cock slid in easily since her pussy was in a very excited state.

"Ohhh," Allison moaned as she felt Dan enter her.

Rick was riding Jon hard. He looked down at Jon's face, which was contorted with pleasure. He wanted to feel his ass being filled with his partner's spunk, so he moved faster. Jon felt like his nuts were in a vise as his cock slid in and out of Rick's ass. He couldn't hold back any longer and his cock pounded as it shot stream after stream of cum. When he felt this, Rick sat down, burying the cock deep inside him and intensifying the moment for both of them. 

Dan began to slowly stroke the teenaged vixen. He felt Jennifer's mouth close around his tight nut sack and her finger probing his anus. Soon Jennifer was finger-fucking his ass. He was in heaven as he fucked Allison's tight, wet pussy while his balls were caressed by the full, luscious lips of Jennifer. His head started to swim from all the stimulation. His cock felt like it was going to burst and then he felt the euphoria of unloading his cum into Allison's pussy. As he started to cum he moaned, "Ahhh." He buried his cock deep inside Allison and came for what felt like an eternity. Jennifer kept sucking his nuts until she felt him stop pulsating, then she reached up and removed his cock from Allison's pussy and put her mouth around the head and sucked him dry. Dan could only keep moaning as Jennifer's action prolonged the ecstasy of the moment. 

When Dan came off his sex high, he looked at the clock on the nightstand and it read 2:30 am. "I need to get some rest for the drive tomorrow. Allison, you and Rick can stay and party some more and I'll get you in the morning, if you wish. I assume that's all right with you?" he said to Jennifer.

"You know it is," Jennifer said with a smile.

"Well then we'll stay. We can sleep in the car on the way to Cincy. I'm sure Rick's not ready to leave," replied Allison, nodding her head in the direction of the other bed. Rick and Jon were in a 69 position, devouring each other's cocks.

"I'll get you two in the late morning so you can clean up, we'll eat lunch and then start on our way," Dan said as he was getting dressed. Then he turned to Jennifer. "I'll say my good-byes to you and Jon when I come and get them."

"That's fine," said Jennifer. "Thanks for coming tonight and thanks for sharing your friends." As she was saying this, she moved between Allison's thighs and lowered her head towards her pussy. She had gotten a taste of the combination of their love juice off his cock and she wanted more. Before Dan was out of the room, she was licking and sucking up the remnants of their lovemaking. Jon and Rick didn't even notice he was leaving.

The next morning, Dan called the room at about 10:30. After everyone had a chance to clean up and dress, they all met downstairs for lunch. After lunch they said their good-byes and Dan, Rick and Allison left for Cincinnati. The twins asked to spend Wednesday night with him at his motel and he readily agreed. They made love almost the entire night, and the next morning, Dan dropped them off at their father's house before he went to his meeting. 

Whenever he has a chance, Dan takes the highway he first picked them up on, but he has never encountered them again. He finds himself thinking often about how the two youngsters had broadened his sexual experiences during that wintry interlude.



Blizzard



Carol and her identical twin Karla lounged in the living room of Carol's new apartment, finishing their coffee and engaging in Girl Talk. It was a chilly, rainy Saturday morning in late March. Karla was in town for a weekend visit. The girls, in their mid-twenties, were tall, slender, attractive brunettes. They had not seen each other since the Christmas holidays and had a lot of catching up to do.

"So, how's your love life?" inquired Karla. "The last time we were together you weren't seeing anyone and seemed resigned to a celibate existence. Is that still the case? All work and no play makes Carol a dull sister!" she teased.

"No, thank heavens! My life has changed, and much for the better. I've been dating a guy I met at a Christmas party. I think I'm in love!"

"I'm so happy for you!" Karla gushed. "How old is he? What does he look like? Does he have a good job? What kind of car does he drive?"

"Patience, patience! One question at a time, please! First of all, his name is Jim and he's twenty-three. This is the first time I've ever been involved with a younger man and it makes me feel so wicked, like I'm robbing the cradle! Because of my superior maturity, I get to be the brains of the operation. And yes, he is good-looking, in a cute, boyish sort of way."

"How tall is he? Is this Jim a big guy?"

Carol giggled and her face reddened slightly in a self-conscious blush. "He's about average in height, maybe two or three inches taller than me" she replied, then leaned forward as her voice took on a low, conspiratorial tone. "But let me tell you, he's way above average where it counts the most!"

"Why, you brazen hussy!" her sister exclaimed. "I'll bet you're just saying that to make me jealous. Really now, just how big is he?"

"Well, I haven't measured it. Not yet, anyway, but I intend to! I'm curious to find out exactly how many inches of hard meat I've been getting these last few months! It's about this long." Carol spread her hands apart to indicate length. She smiled with smug satisfaction at the shocked expression on her twin's face.

"Oh, my God!" gasped Karla. "And how big around is it?"

"When he's good and hard, it's so thick my hand won't go all the way around it! Tell me, Dear Sister, have you ever had a cock that big inside you?"

"Heavens, no! My pussy hurts just thinking about it. I never knew you were a Size Queen, Carol."

"I wasn't, until I hooked up with Jim!" Carol explained. "The first time we made it together was a life-changing experience for me. That enormous prick of his touched places deep inside me where no man had ever been before. The next day I was so sore I could barely walk, or even sit down! But I soon got use to his size and now I can't get enough of it. I'm so stretched out from our lovemaking that I doubt I can ever go back to fucking little pencil-dicks again!"

Karla was silent for a moment, allowing this new information to sink in. Back in college, she had been the social butterfly, going to parties almost every night while the studious Carol spent her time in the library and the chemistry lab. Though both of them were equally attractive, Karla had dated many more guys than her sister and considered herself the resident authority on the opposite sex.

Apparently this new stud boyfriend had awakened primal urges and instincts in Carol which had remained dormant until the past few months. The quieter, more serious sister had been transformed into a lusty sexual animal. It was now Carol's turn to assume the role of teacher and share her bedroom experiences with her sibling.

Sensing this change in their relationship, Carol gave her twin a lascivious wink and whispered, "Do you want to hear what happened on our ski trip last month?"

"Tell me all about it, every nasty little detail!" Karla inched forward to the edge of her seat with ears perked.

************

"One Friday morning Jim and I, along with two other couples, piled into his Suburban and headed for a ski resort about three hours away from here. We stopped at a Rest Area on the way and the others got out to relieve themselves while the two of us remained in the front seat. I couldn't help but notice the huge bulge in Jim's pants. It started in his crotch and extended down the left leg of his trousers. It looked as if he was trying to hide a policeman's nightstick in there, or maybe one of those big black flashlights you see night watchmen carry."

"I reached over and patted his poorly concealed weapon. 'I can tell you need an oil change by looking at your dipstick!' I joked while stroking his rock-hard cock through the fabric of his Levi's. Jim let out a groan and told me to lay off, saying things were 'hair-trigger' down there and he didn't want to have a messy accident. It seems he had gone the entire week without masturbating in anticipation of a marathon bout of lovemaking at the ski lodge that weekend. How romantic!"

"Let me tell you something about Jim. That boy's testicles produce an ocean of sperm! When he cums, he really makes a mess. He spurts at least four times as much love juice as any guy I've ever been with. I keep telling him he's sitting on a gold mine, since sperm banks are paying sixty dollars – and up – per donation. Do the math! Two deposits per day, times four for quantity, hey, that's four hundred eighty dollars the easy way! Jim's balls could supply every fertility clinic in town and he could retire on his stud fees. Plus make a lot of women pregnant and happy, to boot!"

"Back to my story. Jim usually jacks off at least once a day to relieve the pressure. But that week he was saving it all for me! I felt flattered. But poor Jim had a 'hard' time on the slopes that afternoon, trying to ski with a huge, uncomfortable erection that wouldn't go away. And his balls hung so low from the extra weight he was carrying that I'm sure he had difficulty maintaining his balance!"

"Late in the day it began to snow. By the time we started walking to the lodge it was really coming down. We could barely see ten feet in front of us! When we got to our room, Jim decided to shower before we went downstairs to join the others for dinner. While he was in the bathroom, I stripped down to my bra and panties and relaxed on the king-size bed while talking to Mom on the phone. After I hung up, I went to the window and watched the snowfall. The winter storm had become a full-blown blizzard!" 

"Jim emerged from the bathroom drying himself vigorously with a towel. His dick stood out like a baseball bat. It looked larger than I had ever seen it before and bobbed up and down like a divining rod in search of water. It seemed to beckon me, so I went over and knelt on the carpet in front of him. I took the engorged organ in my right hand and a big drop of clear sticky goo formed on the long pee slit. My tongue licked off the salty secretion and swirled around the purple plum-shaped head as if it were savoring a giant lollipop. My other hand caressed Jim's bloated nut sack. His balls were so big they reminded me of the two large eggs I scrambled for breakfast that morning! I just couldn't resist giving them a gentle squeeze."

"That did it. Jim bellowed like a wounded bull and his tool began jerking violently, pointing skyward. A geyser of white semen blasted forth and shot all the way to the ceiling. It hung there like a stalactite for a moment before the force of gravity caused the giant glob to return to earth. The scalding load landed on my forehead and slowly oozed down my face before dropping from my chin into the valley of my breasts. Jim's horse-like cock continued to pulse and spew. I tried my best to control it with both hands, but it was like wrestling with an one-eyed anaconda! That huge dick looked like an out-of-control fire hose as it twisted and writhed, filling the air with showers of thick pearly droplets interspersed with long streamer-like ropes. It seemed like the blizzard outside had found its way into our room!"

"I couldn't tell you how long this lasted, but when the 'storm' finally subsided I was drenched in sticky male protein and the room was a mess! There were traces of cum everywhere: on the wall, the desk, the lampshades, the curtains, the bedspread, the carpet, and of course the ceiling!"

"Jim's knees buckled and he slumped to the floor with a look of tremendous relief on his face. I grabbed his towel and wiped the slime from my face and hands, then went to the phone and informed our companions that we would be a few minutes late for dinner. They agreed to wait for us in the bar downstairs. As soon as Jim regained his composure, we got the extra towels from the bathroom and cleaned up the room as best we could. Then the two of us retired to the shower to wash away the remnants of his untimely (but long overdue!) ejaculation."

"We had a marvelous dinner with our friends and enjoyed several drinks in front of the lodge's huge fireplace before turning in. When we got back to our room, the air inside was still heavy with the earthy scent of semen. It was the aroma of pure testosterone, and inhaling it made me horny as hell! Soon we were between the sheets and much to my surprise (and delight!) Jim still had enough lead in his pencil to fuck me royally. I whimpered and moaned like a bitch dog in heat as he nailed my ass to the mattress. We heard loud cursing in the next room and the sound of angry knocking on the wall. But we didn't care because we were having a ball, so to hell with that Old Fart! Afterwards we both slept like babies."

"We awoke the next morning to a clear, bright, and beautiful winter day. The storm had spent itself during the night (just like Jim!) and deposited a fresh white coating of snow on the mountains. We couldn't wait to get back on the slopes. 

After breakfast, we stopped by our room for a minute and found the housekeepers at work. The two young ladies chatted away in Spanish and seemed oblivious to our presence. One of the girls was examining an unsightly blob we had missed on the wall while her companion was busily stripping the bed. The little brown maid held one of the bed sheets to her nose and said something to her friend in a voice charged with sexual vibrato. The other girl laughed and they both looked at Jim with big smiles on their faces as they carried on their conversation. I don't know very much Spanish, but I did recognize 'huevos' and 'cajones', which they used frequently. It was obvious they had a pretty good idea what had happened in there the night before!"

"Yes, we had a great time that weekend!"

************

"Wow, what a fantastic story!" was Karla's breathless comment. "Just hearing about your wild winter weekend made my panties wet! Sounds to me like this Jim is a keeper, for sure! Are you planning to settle down with him?"

A dark cloud cast its shadow across Carol's pretty face. "Things are great, right now, but this won't last forever" she said, sadly. "Guys like him are few and far between, and very much in demand! When we spend the evening at his place, the phone never stops ringing. Old girlfriends call him up, wanting to get back together, if only for one night. What's worse is that the word has gotten around about him. Women he hasn't even met are always asking him for dates. Sooner or later he's going to grow tired of me and find a new place to hide his salami."

"Honey, isn't it a bit unrealistic to think you can keep a guy with his attributes all to yourself?" Karla said gently.

"Jim is still innocent in many ways. He considers himself a one-woman man, and I'm the one! It's my turn in the saddle and I'm going to ride this stallion for all he's worth! I won't share him with anyone, not even you, my dear!" Carol tossed her head in mock defiance.

"Possessive, aren't we? And I don't blame you one bit!" Karla sighed wistfully. "Still, I wish I could see Jim's magic wand for myself, just once, so I would know for sure whether or not you are exaggerating."

A mischievous smile played on Carol's lips and a devilish light burned in her eyes. "You know," she said slowly, "I think that could be arranged!" 



Blizzard



1. Saturday

An hour ago, when I checked my altimeter, everything seemed okay, but now it registered an altitude that was much higher than it should have been, according to my map. This meant that the atmospheric pressure was dropping dramatically and bad weather was on the way. High up in the mountains that's a dangerous situation. It was near the end of October and I was on a high altitude tour from hut to hut around the Grand Combin, a mountain top in the southwest of Switzerland.

It was still a one and a half hour's walk to the next hut, the Cabane de Panossière, where I would spend the night. I quickened my pace to reach it in time.

The sky was still blue, but, before long, dark clouds appeared, which covered the entire sky, and gusts of cold wind came down from the ice fields. Then it began to snow and soon I was in the middle of a terrible blizzard. 

I realized that it would be madness to continue. I had to seek shelter as quickly as possible and decided to descent to an old unoccupied log cabin I had seen on my way up.

Half blinded by the snow that stung like needles I sought my way, shuffling foot-by-foot, careful not to fall into the nearby ravine. The wind was howling and it was bitter cold. I had an extra windbreaker in my backpack, which I put on over my jacket, but it didn't help much. 

After an hour of struggling against the elements I suddenly stumbled over a soft mass lying across the path. At the same time I heard a faint moaning. It was a young blonde woman lying down, exhausted and shivering with cold. Wearing only a sweater and no jacket, she was soaking wet and would not survive another thirty minutes. I took my windbreaker off and put it over her. Then I lifted her on her feet, but she was half-unconscious and could not remain standing, so I had to support her and, later on, carry and drag her. 

I do not know how much time it took us to reach the cabin, but when finally we got inside I fell down on the floor, panting with fatigue. But had to look after the woman, so I scrambled on my feet again. At first I thought she had died on the way, because she felt icy-cold and didn't give a sign of life, but when I held a little mirror near her mouth, it got a little bit steamed. 

The fact, however, that she did not shiver was a very bad sign. I feared she could die at any moment from hypothermia. I had to get her warm at any cost.

There was a fireplace and there were logs of wood, so I made a fire as quickly as possible and dragged her near the flames. But that would not be sufficient. I took off all her clothes, rubbed her dry with a towel and put her in my sleeping bag. Then I undressed myself, got in the sleeping bag as well and pressed my naked body against hers. It was like embracing a pillar of ice. I shuddered and my teeth chattered, but gradually I got a little warmer. It got dark and, overcome with tiredness, I fell asleep.


2. Sunday

The next morning I was roughly shaken awake by my bed-companion. 

"Where am I and who, for Heaven's sake, are you," she asked in English. "Oh my God, how did I get naked, and you... Oh my God, what have you done to me? You dirty bastard, you filthy pig, you drugged and raped me. Get out of here! You pervert, you swine." She kicked with her feet and pummelled with her fists.

"Quiet, quiet, let me explain," I said, but she was impervious to reason. 

"There is nothing to explain, everything is clear to me, get out, out!" 

A little embarrassed I left the sleeping bag and put some clothes on. "Oh my God," she whimpered. "Oh my God, how could you this to me, I'll never get over it. Don't touch me, you creep. Damn, you ruined my life, asshole, do you realize that?"

"On the contrary," I said. "I saved your life. I found you half dead in the snowstorm and brought you in with much trouble, risking my own life."

"Tell me another," she retorted. "That won't go down with me. You stripped me and took advantage of me, that's obvious."

"Nothing of the sort," I said. "You were dying from hypothermia and the only thing I could do to get you warm was sharing my body heat with you and ..."

"Where are my clothes? I want my clothes and get out of here."

"Your clothes are still wet, but you can have some of mine," I said. "I have spare underwear, pants and a sweater in my backpack. As for leaving at this moment, that's impossible. Look outside and you'll see it's still snowing. Going out now would be suicide."

I gave her the clothes, which she put on, while I decently turned around. When she tried to stand up her legs were unsteady. She staggered and flopped down on a wooden bench near an old table. I noticed she was a very beautiful blonde, but also very pale, with languid eyes.

"You have to regain some strength," I commented. "I'll get you some bread and cheese from my backpack and make you some hot coffee or tea."

"Tea would be fine," she answered weakly. "Thank you."

I made breakfast for both of us and sat down in front of her. She looked anxiously at me while we were eating and asked: "What are you going to do with me?"

I gave a laugh and said: "You still don't believe me, do you? Do I look like a rapist?"

"I never met one before, so I don't know what rapists look like," she answered.

"You have a point," I said earnestly, "but let me tell you something. Believe it or not, but for me sex is a matter of sharing, not of taking. I always do my utmost to please the woman I make love to. For me there are no more beautiful moments than in the arms of a woman brought into ecstasy by the pleasure I gave her. Rape does not figure in my dictionary, honestly. And, by the way, my name is Harry. I'm from Eindhoven in The Netherlands." 

For a long time she stayed silent. "I'm Marion," she said finally, "from Grand Rapids, Michigan. I'm here with some girlfriends. Yesterday we went for a walk, but the weather got bad. So we decided to return, but then there was that snowstorm and we lost contact and I was all alone and it was very cold and I had no jacket and I thought I was going to die and then I woke up in a sleeping bag, stark naked, with you ..."

"In my birthday suit too. Must have been a big shock."

"It was, I can assure you." And then after a long silence and very seriously: "I must apologize. I was not nice to you and very ungrateful, I guess. I believe you are a decent person. I'm sorry. And thank you for saving me."

"Forget it. How are you feeling?"

"Much better already, thank you. How much longer do you think we'll have to stay here? My friends must be worried like mad."

"I don't know," I answered. "It depends on the weather. There is nothing for it but to wait. Let's hope we can leave tomorrow. However, we are safe here, there is plenty of firewood and we have enough food for a couple of days."

"Okay, let's make the best of it she said."

I had a deck of cards in my backpack, so we played cribbage, writing the score on a piece on paper. We also talked a lot and told things about ourselves. 

After dinner (instant soup, bread and cheese) it got dark and we sat down side by side at the fireplace, looking silently at the flames for a long time.

Finally she said: "You are a nice person, Harry, hold me, please." 

I put my arm around her and she put her head against my shoulder. 

She trembled a little. Then she whispered: "Will you sleep with me tonight?"

I stroked her hair and cheeks that had much more colour now. She closed her eyes and offered me her lips, which I kissed lightly.

"Be sweet to me, please," she said softly.

I kissed her again and whispered: "Please, show me your breasts."

She pulled the much too wide sweater she wore over her head. What I saw in the glow of the firelight took my breath. Of course I had seen her breasts the night before, but then I had not really looked, as I had other things to worry about. But now ...

Her breasts were full and round, proudly standing out, with nice pink nipples and wide areolas around them. "Oh my God," I whispered. "How beautiful."

When I touched her nipples, they got erect, and she sighed. "Ah, I'm very sensitive there." 

I softly kissed and licked them and sucked them lightly. 

"Ah, yes," she sighed. "Go on, please."

"Do you like that?"

"Oh, yes, it feels great, not only here, but also deep down."

"In your pussy."

"Yes, there too."

"Say: I feel it in my pussy."

"I feel it in my pussy."

"Is your pussy getting wet?"

"I believe so."

"Say it, please."

"My pussy is getting wet."

"I would like you to strip and show me your wet pussy, would you do that for me?"

"Mm," she nodded.

"Say it, please."

"Oh dear! Okay, I'll strip for you and show you my wet pussy."

She stood up, turned around and slowly removed the rest of her clothes. Her nudity was ravishing. Her skin glowed in the light of the flames. I feasted my eyes on her calves, the backs of her thighs, her buttocks, the small dimples above her rump, her waist, her back, her shoulder blades and her neck, fascinated and speechless. 

Then she turned around again and, standing before me in all her glory, she opened her legs slightly, showing me the most delicious pussy I'd ever seen. Shaven, with full fleshy lips and glistening inner lips appearing. Above it was a little tuft of blonde curly hair. 

I felt my penis stir and grow. 

"Oh my God, how lovely," I stammered with a lump in my throat. "Oh, Marion, you are so beautiful." 

"You are sweet," she said. "But what about me. It's not fair, I have nothing to see."

"What would you like to see then?"

"You know perfectly well what I want to see, teaser."

"Say it."

"Oh my God, have I? I'm not used to that sort of language."

"Does it turn you on?"

"Oh yes, it does, but that's not the problem. It's so confusing!"

"Dirty talk is part of the fun, so just say it, please."

"I ... I want to see your cock."

"Well, suit yourself, darling. Undress me, if you want."

"Oh, yes, I would like that very much. I can hardly wait to see and touch it."

"See and touch what?"

"Damn, your dick of course. Oh my God, every time I use that kind of language I feel myself ... I mean ... my pussy getting wetter and wetter. Oh, my God, look!"

I saw a drop of her juice trickle down the inside of her thigh.

"Your pussy is ready for a nice welcome," I said. "So, what are you waiting for?"

She took my polo shirt off and pulled my pants down. Then she carefully removed my underpants and took my genitals in her hands.

With appreciation she looked at my erect penis. "Oh," she said. "It's so big and hard, and yet the skin is so soft and its tip so smooth. And you are wet, just like me. Oh my, I'm getting horny like crazy. Please make love to me."

Gently she stroked my penis and put a kiss on its tip, which almost got me out of my mind.

I took her in my arms, lifted her and put her on her back on the open sleeping bag.

Lying side by side we feverishly covered each other's faces with kisses and caressed each other's bodies, moaning and panting.

When I sucked at her nipples, she cried out with pleasure. "Lower down, please," she urged.

"What do you mean," I asked teasingly.

"Kiss my pussy, please."

I bent over and my mouth found her wet pussy lips, which I kissed and licked. She smelled wonderfully female and tasted delicious. Slowly my tongue caressed her soft inner lips and the entrance of her vagina. Then I got my tongue in her vagina as deep as I could.

She trembled and moaned: "Oh my God, yes, yes, that's good, and now my clit, lick it, please."

I spread her pussy lips and took her erect clitoris between my lips, sucking at it, while tickling its tip with my tongue.

"Oh my God, oh my God, go on, go on, oh yes, yes, oh, oh, oh, I'm coming, I'm coming, aaaahhhh."

I gave her a minute to recover and licked her pussy again. She reacted immediately: "Oh yes, it's not over yet. Please, enter me."

"What did you say," I asked.

"Oh, you teasing bastard, fuck me."

"Louder please, I can't hear you."

"FUCK ME, I WANT YOUR COCK IN MY CUNT!"

When my penis entered her warm, soft and juicy pussy, it felt like heaven and I trembled with pleasure and passion.

Then we began our heavenly ecstatic horizontal dance, cheek to cheek, moving rhythmically on the way to climax.

Soon she came again, shaking and crying out, and I felt her vagina contract around my penis, holding it in a firm grip. 

"Go on, go on," she urged. "I'm not finished yet. Oh yes, yes, aaahhh." And again she came. 

Our movements got faster and wilder. I felt my excitement increase until it was almost unbearable. The top of my penis glowed with pleasure. Then I felt my sperm rise and my throbbing penis squirt its warm load deep inside her. Oh my God, It was Paradise!


In the mean time she had orgasm after orgasm.

When it was all over we lay panting and spent in each other's arms. I could feel her heart thump against her breastbone and no doubt she could feel mine.

I pulled the sleeping bag around us and zipped it up. Soon we fell asleep.

3. Monday

The next morning Marion kissed me awake. I felt her naked body against mine and her hand on my genitals. "Good morning, sweetheart," she said, giving a little squeeze in my penis. "How are you feeling?"

It was enough to arouse me and I felt my organ swell in her hand.

"Oh my poor boy," she said, "you are to be pitied. Let me solve your problem. Last night I came about a dozen times and you only once. I have had enough, but you are entitled to more. Remain lying and leave it to me."

She unzipped the sleeping bag. "Hmmm, I like that, seeing your cock grow," she said. "Look, its head is coming out already. It reminds me of something. It's like a ..."

"An acorn?" I suggested.

"Exactly, like an acorn in its cup."

That's why in my language, as in many other languages, the head of the penis is called acorn. And, by the way, 'glans' is a Latin word and means acorn as well."

'I didn't know that, but how appropriate," she said, stroking my balls and the shaft of my penis. "Oh, I love seeing your penis, I mean, your cock, growing bigger and bigger. It's a fantastic sight. Oh, let me kiss it. Mmmmm. Oh, it's very beautiful, do you know that? It's so big and straight. I like a big straight cock. A real phallus, symbol of fertility and power, and yet so vulnerable. Oh, look at this, I love it. Oh, I want to make you come, I want to see you ejaculate."

She went on caressing my balls and stroking my penis, which began to glow with delight and desire. With every movement of her hands my excitement increased and a clear drop of pre-cum appeared. 

"I see you like it," she said. "You are getting wet, my dear. Mm, let me taste it."

When she licked at my penis, which set me on fire, it made little spasms and tapped against her nose. She burst into a laugh. "Eeeeee, that's funny. Come on, stay where you are, naughty boy," she said, and went on caressing and licking.

Then she said: "I want to swallow your 'acorn'. I want feel it deep in my throat," and, holding my penis upright she took it in her mouth as deep as possible.

My legs trembled with excitement and I moaned: "Oh my God, yes, yes, make me come, make me come."

She went slowly up and down, up and down, making noises of pleasure and satisfaction. "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm. " 

I felt my excitement rise to its culminating-point, but before I reached it, she took my penis out of her mouth and went on stroking and tickling it.

My penis got still bigger until it almost burst. At first it lay flat on my belly, but now it rose in shooting position like a piece of artillery. I felt its tip burn with a pleasure that was nearly unbearable, and still the feeling got more intense, until in an explosion of lust my penis began to throb and squirt. 

The first two shots of sperm went over my shoulder on the floor. Then my chest got sprinkled and finally my belly. Some more spasms and it was over. My penis got limp and came to rest in a little pool of semen.

Marion, who had looked at my orgasm with visible delight, said: "Wow, that was fantastic. Let me clean you up." 

She stood up and came back with a towel to clean my chest and belly. After that she took a smell at the towel. "Mmmm," she said. "Very exciting. Oh my God, I was already wet, but that smell makes me hot and horny like hell. I have to do something about it. Would you like to see me masturbating?"

Without waiting for an answer she sat down in front of me and, leaning backwards and spreading her legs, she began to finger herself. She closed her eyes and began to sigh and moan. She made undulating movements with her pelvis and got more and more frantic. Then she began to tremble and with a cry she came.

In the mean time the sight of her masturbating had excited me so much that I had an erection again. Seeing that she came over to me. "Oh, poor boy, I'll suck you off," she said and took my penis in her mouth. She gave me a delightful blowjob while fingering herself again with one hand. We came almost at the same moment. With a satisfied look she tasted my semen and swallowed it. 

"That was great," she said. "I wish we could stay here forever, naked and having sex, but I think it's about time to leave and descend. Tomorrow afternoon I have to fly back to the States." 

Looking outside the window we saw that it had stopped snowing. The sun was shining and the sky was deep blue. 

"It will be difficult, for there is fallen a big layer of snow', I said, 'but if we are careful, I think we can make it to the valley."

We put our clothes on, got some breakfast (coffee, bread and cheese) and went outside. It was really very difficult to find our way through the snow and we proceeded very slowly. After half an hour we heard the droning sound of a helicopter and saw it come in our direction. It was a red helicopter of the Swiss Air Rescue Service.

"Stay where you are," a loudspeaker voice called in French. "There is danger of avalanche near by. We'll pick you up and bring you down." The aircraft hovered over us and a rope ladder was lowered. Soon we were both inside.

When we gave our names, the pilot said that we were reported missing and that they were looking for us. We flew down to Fionnay, a small town in the valley, where landed on an empty parking lot. 

When we got out of the helicopter we were immediately surrounded by four handsome young women, all crying their eyes out.

"Oh, Marion, we thought you were dead," they said. They kissed and hugged her again and again. "For God's sake, where have you been. We lost you in the snowstorm and were so worried."

"I almost died from exposure'" Marion said, "but this gentleman here, Harry, saved my life. He found me and took me to a log cabin, where he made a big fire and warmed me up again. We stayed there until this morning." 

They all thanked me, shook my hand, hugged and kissed me. 

"Did you have food?" one of the women asked Marion.

"I was so starved," she answered, "that I had even to eat acorns."

"Acorns, oh my God, how awful," the four women exclaimed.

"Well, it was not too bad," Marion said, winking at me. "No, I was just kidding. Harry had enough food for us in his backpack." 

Then, all of a sudden, her face got an expression of uttermost surprise. 

"Oh my God," she whispered at me, looking at a young man who was running in our direction. "Stephen, what's he doing here. He proposed me before I left for Switzerland, but I asked for some time to consider. What should I do after what happened between us?"

"We had great sex," I whispered back, "but no commitment was involved. Follow your heart and do what seems right."

"Marion," the young man shouted with tears in his eyes. "Thank God you are alive." He embraced her and covered her face with kisses. "I was so worried. When I heard you were missing in a snowstorm, I took the first flight possible to Geneva."




Blizzard



Marion explained what had happened, after which Stephen hugged me and thanked me for saving his darling. 

Then it was time to say good-bye. Marion kissed me on the cheek, whispering: "Thank you for everything. God bless you. I'll never forget you."

"Neither will I," I answered. "Write me, if you wish. Here's my address."

And off they went. Twice Marion turned around and waved to me. Then she was out of sight.

I went back to my hotel, feeling awfully lonely.

Epilogue

A month later I received a letter from Marion. 

She wrote me that she had married Stephen and that I was always welcome at their home.

Near the end of July next year I received another announcement. Marion had given birth to a son, named Henry.

Some day I will visit them. 

Whom will Henry look like? 

Will he look like Marion or like Stephen? 

Or ... oh my God ... like ME?



Blizzard



The wheels spun uselessly in the snow, making a sorry attempt at a "woo-woo" sound. Fuck. Jess's eyes traveled to the blocked road sign that had caused her to swerve and she cursed again. Fuck. She was trapped in a snow bank and the heat was quickly dying in her car, the battery running low. It was far too cold to stay in her car any longer, and she knew that the main highway was only a mile or so back. The snow fall was light so she wouldn't get too cold and when she reached the highway she could hitch-hike to some kind of payphone. Jessica bundled up in all of her warm clothes and got out into the slow falling snow. Walking with purpose she headed for the main road.

..But fate would have it that the minute she had gone too far to turn back, the slow falling snow turned into a terrible blizzard. 

---

His headlights hit what he assumed was a deer. Slowing down to make sure not to hit it. His intention was to tap it gently so it ran out of the way and then drive home. He didn't want to be caught in the blizzard any longer. Michael drove his car closer to discover a suprise. It was no deer, but a woman, looking almost frozen. 

Rolling down the window he was about to curse at her, he watched in horror as she toppled over into the road, unconcious. He quickly jumped out of his car and ran to the woman, pushing her hood out of the way to check for a pulse. He was amazed at how soft her skin felt under his fingers and unconciously bit his lip. He felt a dull thudding and tried to think of what to do. He needed to get her warm or she wouldn't stand a chance. His eyes fell to the swells of her breasts and he watched them rise and fall with her breathing. He felt himself harden slightly and groaned, mentally cursing himself as he picked her up and took her to his car. Placing her in the passenger seat he tried to convince himself he was taking her home because he wanted only to help her. 

---

Mike pulled into his familiar driveway, but with someone in the seat next to him, suddenly nothing seemed similar. During the drive home he had turned the heat on, full blast, more concerned with her survival then with her feeling discomfort at the extreme change in temperature. Half way to his house she had begun to shift and moan in discomfort, the movement and breathy sounds escaping her lips reassuring him that she would be alright, though she was still unconscious. Turning the heat down to only medium Michael shifted uncomfortably in his seat, cursing his body every which way from Sunday as her soft moans made him aware at just how lonely he had been... In more ways then one. 

He left the car running, left the heat on, as he ran inside. Pulling some extra blankets from the closet Mike lined them in front of the fire, creating a makeshift bed. Lighting the fire and stoking it until a hot fire roared in the brick 'place he went back outside to his car. Turning it off, he gently unbuckled her seatbelt and once again lifted her into his arms. It must have been her body's want for heat but she cuddled closer to him, her lips nuzzling his neck. He bit his lip and tried to stifle a groan. This was going to be a long night. 

---

Jess felt as if her whole body was on fire. Needles pricked her all over her body. She moaned and rolled over in her bed, reaching for her thermostat. She didn't remember turning it up so high but that was about to change. Her hand landed on something solid and warm and her eyebrows furled. What the hell? She slid her fingers around for a second before opening her eyes. 

"WHAT THE FUCK?!!?!?"

This wasn't her house. That man certainly wasn't part of her furniture. And his leg was definitely not her thermostat. She jumped up onto her feet, trying to move away from the man and her legs getting tangled in the blankets she had been covered in. She started to fall and the man jumped up, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her close to his body to save her from falling. For an instant their eyes collided and her breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding. She was immediately aware at how his body fit to hers, and how her body was responding to the intimate position. 

"Let me go!"

He shook his head for a moment and Jess was unsure if it was a denial to her request or him trying to clear his head. But his arms loosened from around her body and he waited until she was steady on her feet before releasing her. His fingers lingered on her skin, leaving goose bumps in his wake before he sat back down on the chair he had been sitting in when she had awoke. She looked everywhere but him, moving closer to the fire. Now that Jess was out of the blankets she was really cold and she didn't want to admit to the feelings that were coursing through her body. Her eyes looking out the window she saw the snow falling and smiled softly. She loved snow...

Snow... A blocked road... Her car breaking down... Walking... 

"You...You found me in the snow and brought me here?"

She felt him shift in his chair, even while she was looking out the window and not at him. 

"You were standing in the middle of the road when I drove up. You collapsed in front of my car. I couldn't just leave you out in the snow, and thought if I brought you back I could help warm you up... I mean... I could wait till you woke up and then see what I could do to help you."

His stammer brought a small smile to her lips. Seeing the pictures that had lined the mantle on his fireplace of his family, and all of the quaint furniture she didn't think that he was any kind of killer. But she had watched the news. The victims always thought their killed was the greatest kind of guy. Jess wasn't ready to be buried just yet... But he had saved her... 

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"Oh sure, that's what they all say."

Though it was a disbelieving statement and Mike was suddenly unwary about what she would think of him, she laughed. It was a soft giggle and his insides twisted. He shifted again and then looked up. His eyes met hers and he couldn't take his eyes away, and neither could she. 

"Jessica"

He blinked a few times and she blushed, mentally kicking herself. 

"Jessica... I mean... My name is Jessica... But everyone calls me Jess. Well, except for my mom, and she calls me by my full name, but I hate it. She really only does it to get on my nerves and... And I'm rambling aren't I?" 

Shut up Jess... She bit her lip. It was obvious by the way he just sat there, unmoving, that he really had no intention of doing anything with her. But she, on the other hand, just kept remembering his touch and how it had set her emotions tumbling. She had had her fair share of boyfriends, and she wasn't any lily pure type, but no one had ever made her feel so feverish, and he had only barely touched her. She looked him over slowly and admitted that he was more than cute. Not the type that she usually went for but he was handsome, in a controlled sort of way. I wonder what he would be like if I helped him forget his control? She gasped as her imagination ran away with her. 

---

He had been watching her closely, the blush on her cheeks, the almost dreamy expression on her face, the soft breathy sounds that were escaping her lips. He nearly squirmed in his chair. It was obvious what she was thinking of. He was a teacher; it was his job to read people. 

"Michael...Mike for short."

He watched her and their eyes collided once again as she raised her head to meet his eyes, the smile on her lips throwing him for a loop. She was beautiful and he wanted her, but he didn't know anything about her, save her name. They were alone in his house, and wouldn't be going anywhere because of the heavy snowfall for a long time. It all seemed so simple but his body felt like it was filled with lead. He couldn't move and it looked as if she was experiencing the same thing.

---

Jess couldn't believe what was going on. They were alone in the small house, it was snowing outside, there were blankets in front of the fire, and the lights were low. It was if she had been thrown into a Harlequin Romance love scene. She just couldn't take her eyes off of him, Mike. She rolled his name around in her head. Bit her lip as she envisioned moaning it. God! What was she doing?? She flopped Indian style to the floor and sat, putting her head in her hands and sighing, shaking her head at herself, tears streaming down her cheeks. She didn't know where she was, she didn't know anything about this guy, and all she could think about was getting into his pants. She had been alone for a long time, she was probably just lonely. That had to be it. 

She jumped as she felt a comforting arm wrap around her shoulders, and Jess was pulled tight to his solid chest. She laid her head against his chest, savoring the feeling of being held like this. Mike lifted her head and softly brushed away her tears, she closed her eyes, embarrassed. 

"I'm sorry, it's just been a long day...Thank you, for saving me I mean, I didn't thank you earlier, but it means a lot that you would go out of your way to do that."

"I couldn't help myself."

His words were harsh and pained. She opened her eyes and looked deep into his. It felt like they were meant to be. That they had been this way for years, always meant for each other. 

It was only right to wrap her arms around his neck, only right for him to pull her body close to his. As they lay entwined on the blankets she was the one that made the first move, placing her lips on his. At this show of acceptance and wanting from her he hungrily slid his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply. Her hands drove him wild, her nails running over the back of his neck, his arms, under his shirt, teasing him. He ran his hands along her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through her shirt. Jess moaned softly at his touch and arched up to meet him. He pulled back and he saw the confusion on her face, and he smiled down at her. She returned the smile and he nearly lost himself in her beauty. His hands going to his shirt Mike pulled his clothes off quickly, revealing himself and his wants to her. 

Jess ran her eyes up and down his body, her cheeks bright red as she realized just how much she was getting turned on by him. She squirmed and wanted to feel his hands on her again, and pouted when he didn't move. It finally dawned on her that he was waiting for an invitation, wanting to make sure that this was truly what she wanted. 

"Please..." The wanting in her voice unmistakable by itself she spread her legs and lay fully on her back, her meaning clear. She wanted him.

Pleasure hummed through his veins just looking at her. Before the layers of clothing she wore had looked ridiculous to him but now the promise of revealing her skin layer by layer made him unconsciously lick his lips. He moved closer, kneeling beside her body and ran his fingers along her arms, reveling in her soft gasps and shudders. He stroked her cheek with a finger before moving his hands down to pull the zipper of her sweatshirt down. She shimmed out of it, kicking her feet out of the shoes he hadn't bothered taking off of her when he had brought her inside, along with her socks. 

She watched him watching her and the desire coursing through her was one she had never felt before. This slow torment of undressing her was making her wet and she shifted uncomfortably. Jess wanted him, and all he wanted to do was tease. She smiled wickedly and reached over to his chest, playing with his nipples as he stared at her. The sudden touch made him jump and she smiled wider. Her hands traveled down and his breath was coming in short harsh gasps. Mike moaned out loud as her soft fingers finally caressed the length of his cock, her hands moving up and down along him. 

He could feel ever touch, every caress, every soft gasp she gave and it was more then he could bear. He pushed her hands away from his body and made short order of the rest of her clothes. He had seen by the way she held herself, and the soft lines of her face that she was pretty, but as she lay there on the floor of his living room, completely exposed to him, pretty was no where near the word. She was amazing. Mike ran his fingertips gently over her cheek again.

"You're beautiful."

She blushed. He found it endearing.

"So are you..."

Mike moved his hands lower, cupping her luscious breasts in his hands, teasing her nipples into tight peaks with her thumbs, causing her to cry out and squirm. It took him a moment to discover they were cries of pleasure and not of pain. He smiled and pressed her nipples tightly between his fingers and she moaned out, her body trembling. She was amazing. He ran his hands lower, over her flat stomach to her shaved mound, the fact that she was shaved making him raise an eyebrow at his good fortune. It was if she had been made just for him. He parted her legs gently and she willingly accepted, opening herself for him, begging for his touch. He obliged and found her soaked. 

She moaned, arching her hips up to meet his fingers, overcome with pleasure. She let out a soft dreamy sigh as his fingers gently ran along her sensitive pussy lips, his index finger gently teasing her aching clit. Jess couldn't stand much of this torture and ran her hands back along his body, pulling his mouth down to hers, kissing him hungrily. Wanting to make him feel the way she felt. He moaned into her mouth and she smiled, running her nails down his back, and this drove him wild. She moved to bite on his neck and the instant she did he drove two fingers into her wanting pussy, making her arch in surprise and pleasure. 

He couldn't believe the feelings pouring through his body. This minx who he had only known for a few hours was making him feel better than anyone ever had. She felt so good around his now dripping fingers, her moans and responses driving him crazy. Mike moaned as her hands found his cock again, stroking it with purpose now, her lips merciless on his tender ear. He moved his fingers in and out of her pussy slowly, teasingly, until she started to whimper and scream out in frustration before he lay over her, thrusting his fingers in and out of her fast and deep, fucking her with his fingers, and she wasn't complaining. 

"Ohhhhhhh god Mike!" 

He paused a moment at the sound of his name, pleasure coursing through his body at her breathy gasp. He wanted to hear it again, needed to hear his name falling from her lips. He placed his lips near her ear and thrust his fingers into her hard and fast once more, curling his fingers inside of her and rubbing against her g-spot causing her pussy to tremble around his fingers, tightening around them. He knew she was close to orgasm and rubbed hard on her tender clit. She surprised him by biting hard on his shoulder before throwing her head back against the floor, her chest pressed deliciously high in the air. He leaned down and sucked one of her amazing nipples into his mouth, biting on it gently with his tongue and she cried out.

"Oh god Mike! Ohhhh Mike! I'm going to cum ohhhhh my god Mike! MIKE!!"

Her mind was blank with pleasure as his fingers threw her into the most intense orgasm she had ever felt, her pussy tightening completely around his fingers, drawing them deeper inside of her, her cum dripping all over his hand. Mike slowed his rhythm to a gently stroking her, letting her come down from her high before he knelt between her legs, wanting to be inside of her tight pussy so bad it almost hurt. Her eyes flew open as she felt the tip of his cock brush her pussy lips, hearing his moan and she got the sexiest smile he had ever seen.

"Not quite so fast, you don't have all the control here."

Her statement confused him for a moment until he felt himself being pushed down onto his back, her tongue lashing hungrily on his hard cock. He gasped and moaned, having a hard time controlling his body, his hands fisting in her hair and guiding his cock into her mouth. She obliged and took his cock completely down her throat, the feeling surprising him and pushing him over the edge of his control. Mike sat up on his knees and she moved to make room and to still be able to suck on his wonderful cock. He grabbed her hair and guided his cock in and out of her, fucking her mouth. She moaned and the vibrations made him scream in pleasure. Flicking her tongue over every inch of his cock Jess smiled, pleased with her abilities, loving the fact she was in control now. Sucking him harder and faster, she could feel him tighten. Closing her lips tight she felt him thrust deep into her mouth, tasted him. She looked up at him and met his glazed eyes, swallowing every drop. Mike smiled down at her and then gently pulled her up his body, laying her on her back again and resting himself on top of her.

"You're amazing."

She blushed again. He laughed. 

"Thank you... I can't believe how good this feels... I've never felt this way before."

Mike placed the head of his cock, already hard again, against the entrance of her soaked pussy. She gasped and he trembled.

"I promise...This will feel so much better, Jess..."

For some reason her name on his lips sounded so right, and her heart fluttered inside her chest just as his cock filled her. It was nothing short of taking, possession, his thrusts slow and deep, his arms wrapped around her, his lips close to her ear, whispering her name over and over as if he knew how nice it sounded to her. Jess moaned and screamed softly as she thrashed against his body, his name pouring out over her lips, her whole body taken by his control, her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him tightly and screaming his name as he sent her into orgasm.

"Ohhhhhhh god MIKE!"

Mike felt her pussy tighten around his cock, and knew she was cuming again before the warmth of her cum drenched his cock. He drove into her now, her orgasm pushing him out of his control again, her pussy so wonderfully tight around his cock, pulling him deeper into her. He needed to feel her cum again, wanted to feel her cum once again around his cock. He drove his cock hard into her pussy and she screamed out in pleasure, her nails raking along his back, making him grunt and moan. He reached between them and found her clit with his thumb, rubbing it hard in small circles.

Jess couldn't believe how amazing he was making her feel. She could do nothing but moan and squirm beneath him, letting him control her body, letting him please her in a way no one else had. It was incredible. She panted and moaned his name over and over and that fact just made him thrust deeper, to tease her clit with more power. She loved it. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Mike don't stop oh please don't stop! Ohhhh god I'm so close! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my god I'm going to cum again!!"

He couldn't believe she could cum again so quickly but he felt her pussy tighten even further on his cock and he couldn't take it anymore. Throwing his head back with a harsh cry he plunged into her and came deep within her pussy. 

She was trembling when he finally regained his breath and pulled out of her, collapsing beside her and pulling her into his arms against his chest. He knew he had never felt this good before, and he knew it just wasn't the sex. Somehow this was meant to happen, and he had been meant to meet this incredible woman.

"That was amazing."

She just snuggled closer to his chest, and he obligingly tightened his arms around her. He kissed her head and when he had no response he tilted his head down to look at her. She had fallen asleep. He smiled and listened to her breathing before he too fell asleep.

---

He awoke with a start and found her kneeling between his legs, softly sucking him off and groaned.

"You're going to kill me!"

"It doesn't look like you mind."

Mike smiled down at her and she smiled back. It was that moment that they both knew they would never go back looking for her car, that this would be a story that they would share with their kids...well... Perhaps not the whole story. She flicked her tongue over him teasingly and he moaned, settling into pleasure, a willing subject to Jess's amazing ministering.



Blizzard



PROLOUGE 

Important information regarding the characteristics of the blizzard family of plants - to be read by all parties involved in its studies. 

The blizzards are made up of a multitude of specialised and highly adaptable organisms. The high rate of metabolism and inherent DNA instability of this family makes it nearly impossible to make any valid specifications for the entire species. 

However, the following observations can be applied to the family as a whole. It has a rudimentary "hive" mind, it´s intelligence varying from nest to nest (this intelligence seems to increase proportionally to its age). A nest is usually made up of a main trunk and up to twenty "hunters" and "collectors". 

These "hunters" and "collectors" sports some locomotive features. They are capable of subduing most of the animals found in this region (this capacity increases as the blizzard grows older and therefore, smarter).Make note that there has been no observation of the reproductive behaviour to this date. 

The blizzard shows promising possibilities for industrial use due to its complex metabolism capable of producing a long range of chemicals. This group therefor recommend that the blizzard is included in the target pack for the next xeno-fauna expedition.  

/DR Jessie Andrew CO xeno expedition #1 

"Go and get some water Liz" the girl mumbled as she made her way through the thick jungle. "Can you take my back pack Liz?" she continued, kicking pebbles as she went. "Liz, could you fetch some new batteries?" she huffed as she climbed as rise in her path. "Well, I´d love too, Jessie, please show me the way on the map...bitch!" She ended her monologue, the irony of her last sentence lost to no one of her imaginative audience. 

"Xenobiology 101 my ass" she concluded as she took of her back pack for a short break. "Slavery 101 is more like it" she muttered as she drank some of her water. 

Behind her, in the distance, she could hear the screams of probers. "Hope Jessie gets her mouthful now" Liz thought without reflecting over the human element in the screams. 

Feeling sorry for herself, Liz had no rush to get back to Sue in camp, if Jessie lost her opportunity to film that disgusting prober-thingy mating, it was probably just for the better. Liz was tired of this steaming jungle, it had an unnerving effect on her. She constantly felt observed and...evaluated. 

"Don´t be stupid, Liz" she shrugged "observed by what exactly?" she continued. This part of the jungle had proved remarkably devoid of any animals, save for that unholy prober/deer union that Jessie was preoccupied with two clicks back. 

It never occurred to Liz, that the reason she felt so uneasy in here was exactly that - the absence of animal life. 

"Well, better get going, would´t wanna let the heroine of the day wait for batteries, would we?" she said and got to her feet. 

A sudden rustle in the brushes in front of her made her freeze. "Please don´t let it be a prober" she thought, not at all as intrigued by them as Jessie seemed to be. 

She held her breath as the organism made its way onto the trail. Liz let out a sigh of relief "you don´t look so menacing pal". Roughly the appearance of a giant, green, five armed sea-star the creature crept out of the bush. 

"Hey, I know you, you´re...a blizzard...collector? No...hunter! That´s it! Wohoo! Finally this stupid excursion pays off!" Liz laughed, satisfied to have proven her knowledge. 

As she turned around to get her back pack she was surprised to see yet another hunter sitting on top of it. "How did you get there so fast, little fella?" she asked as she bent down to remove it. 

Occupied with trying to open the back pack, the hunter was surprised by Liz as she grabbed it to remove it. In response, it twisted itself out of her grip and scurried into the bushes. 

"OK, that explains the how-did-you-so-fast part" Liz said, perplexed by the speed the anim- wrong - plant had shown. Sure, the blizzards were capable of movement, but freaking running? 

Picking up her back pack ,she turned around to return to camp. Then the young student tripped on the first hunter, with a short yelp! she fell straight into the bushes. 

"Argh! I hate this freaking jungle" Liz thought shaking her head clear and tried to get to her feet. She couldn´t, her feet seemed to have gotten stuck on something in the thick undergrowth. As she sat up and parted the foliage to get a clear view of the branch trapping her feet, her blood ran cold. 

"Oh my god" Liz whispered, her blue eyes widening at the sight. Her ankles were held together by the hunter, which was in the process of investigating her small feet and calves. Within seconds it had pried off her boots and socks before starting to tug at her pants. "Hey! Cut that out!" the trapped damsel demanded, grabbing hold of the hunter. 

It tried to grab her delicate hands, the only thing saving her was its leathery skin, slipping over her wrists. Liz recoiled in panic, this thing sure meant business. The hunter had finished its exploration of her feet, coated them in secretions and started moving upwards. 

The sensation of the thing climbing her lithe body was making her feel sick, its appendages constantly worming over her pants, drenching them in liquid. As it left her ankles, Liz hoped for mobility only to be horrified at the sight of restricting coils of vines that the hunter seemed to attach as it continued upwards. Realising that it was only a matter of time before she was fully restrained, Liz frantically began to search for some kind of way out of her predicament. 

With a smile she located her back pack further in the foliage "say hello to my little friend K-knife, you bastard!" Liz thought in glee as she started to crawl towards it. 

"Swap!" With a wet slap the hunter arrived at her groin before heaving itself up on her flat stomach, sending three arms down her pants. The middle arm went down her slit, covering it completely before meeting up with the other two holding on to her firm buttocks. 

Liz´s body reacted on instinct, betraying her, at the first, soft touch at her vulnerable entrance. She rolled on to her back and grabbed after the hunter, before realising her mistake. 

With lightning movement, the hunter grabbed her hands with its two remaining arms, pinning them to her side. 

"Noooooo!" Liz cried out to the silent jungle. In the next few minutes she tried everything to regain her freedom, straining every muscle, rolling and heaving her body on the ground. When she finally came to a panting, sobbing stop, the hunter returned all its attention to her labia. 

It inched its way down her pants until its center sat upon it, the liquid moisturizing her, preparing her. Slowly caressing her lips it took note of how this cavity was formed. And opening its own passage, it adapted, 

It sent out myriads of tiny tendrils, engulfing her swelling lips and clitoris. Extending a small tube it slowly penetrated into her warm depths. The ever present liquid changed composition, adding hormones to prepare Liz´s body for pregnancy. For the second time that day, Liz´s body betrayed her, sending her into a gut-wrenching orgasm. After that, the hunter knew how to hold this mate from further escape attempts, punishing each act of defiance with even more stimuli. 

Liz´s freckled face was crossed by the drying traces of tears, her sobs reduced to heavy panting when motion in the edge of her field of vision made her turn her head. Two new hunters approached her, attracted by the earlier commotion. 

She lost sight of them as they climbed up on her tummy to great the first hunter. Then they took up the interrupted quest up her smooth skin, sliding in under her shirt. As they came to her heaving chest they made short work of her bra before settling onto her b-cups. Their arms settling around her back, locking the hunters into place. Her nipples, already erect after the first hunter´s advances, were sucked into the passages and injected with the hormones necessary for lactation. Slowly, the hunters began contracting their bodies, massaging her firm breasts. 

The two hunters grew together with each other, forming a single organism capable of using Liz´s mammary glands as efficiently as possible. 

As the sun set, Liz was gradually stimulated into greater and greater ecstasy. Despite that she didn´t make any more escape attempts, the hunter knew that this mate would be more docile if stimulated the right way. 

Liz wasn´t even coherent as the collector emerged from the jungle, called by the hunters to bring her back to the their nest. Basically a larger version of the hunter, the collector swiftly lifted her of the ground and carried off. 

The blizzard was pleased with this feisty mate that the hunters had produced, although her forms were unknown the exam had proved she was compatible. 

The trunk inserted a tendril into the hunter at Liz´s lap, injecting the seeds into it´s processing chamber. There they would be alternated before being implanted into her fertile body. 

When the seeds had been transferred, it detached and sent away the collector. This mate would have the honour of starting a new nest, further up north, where there still were prey to catch. 

The collector walked all night until it came to a place where the new nest would have room for it´s territorial claims. There it let her down on the ground before slowly working the clothes of her body, this proved easy as she still was all wet, glistening in the pale moon light. 

Coming to in the aftershocks of an orgasm, Liz slowly realised why she hadn´t been devoured by some hideous beast. 

"Please, not like this, not me!" she begged as she felt the pressure increase yet again. 

It wasn´t until well into morning when the hunter was ready for breeding, having spent the entire night adjusting the seeds for Liz´s body. Picking up the pace, it quickly brought the female into a series of orgasms. Her breasts overflowed with milk, sending rivulets over her restrained chest. 

Her body heaved of the ground, heals and shoulder blades digging in. Her body was on fire, ready for the last act. 

The hunter sensed her body craving for release and injected the seed into her ripe womb. "No no no no no no!" Liz cried, realising that she now was pregnant with an alien organism. 

"Gotta get help! Gotta-" was the last coherent thought before the hunter sent her into oblivion once again. Curled up into fetus position, Liz´s body convulsed of orgasms, setting into the pace that would be her existence for the coming month. 

The end



Blizzard



I awoke this morning with my erection tucked nicely in the crack of my wife's ass. She was in a state of semi-consciousness having woken just enough to hit the snooze button on our alarm clock. Fortunately, even in this state of incoherence, she had the thought to rub herself against me and enjoy the feel of my turgid manhood. Things had not always been this way.

For the past few years, our routine had taken over our lives. Karen worked hard, forever threatened with "move up or move out". This meant few hours at home. My business was also succeeding, but demanded even more of my time, especially at off-hours. Our kids soon became more familiar with the maid and the nanny than with their own parents. I admit to being somewhat aloof to this situation, but Karen was emotionally distraught by what she called a "rich, dysfunctional family."

Time and again, Karen would threaten to quit her job to do the mundane chores of house care: laundry, cleaning-up, bathing the children. I could feel her frustration and recognized that it was affecting our relationship as well. We would bicker more, snap at each other, and often roll away from each other in bed. The few friends I confided in all said the same things: 'it's the stress,' and 'it's the same all over.' Something had to change.

It snowed.

It snowed and it snowed and it snowed. The blizzard was completely unforeseen. Two of my kids were trapped in school and I had to borrow a neighbor's snow mobile to get them out. I ended up ferrying some twenty children to various parts of the neighborhood and nearly suffered frost bite. I bought what I could at the local supermarket, but the run on supplies had started with the first flakes and the shelves were nearly empty. As I cruised around town reuniting thrilled children with scared parents, I couldn't help but take in the sights of a society in crisis. Cars were abandoned on the snow banks, looters were trashing electronics stores, there were fires lit it trash cans, and police on horseback trying to control crowds whose purpose was altogether unclear to me.

From these scenes of panic I returned home to a scene of pure bliss. My oldest son, 13, had set up a fire in the fire place, just like I taught him. Karen was in the kitchen with my two daughters baking cookies. And the heat was on full-blast! We had a dinner of franks and beans in some old earthenware stew-pots I'd inherited from my parents. We made popcorn in the fire. We watched a movie. I suddenly found myself with the three kids arm in arm around me and my wife Karen, and a smile on her face the size of the Mississippi. We stayed like that for hours. We never told the kids when to go to bed. Slowly they picked themselves up and disappeared. We could hear random phone conversations with friends, plans being made to go sledding the next day, but we didn't really care. There was a feeling of calm and joy. Christmas had come again -- we were in mid-February at this point -- and it was even better. That night we made love like we hadn't for a long time. We took our time. Karen sucked me and let me ride the crack of her ass 'till I came on her lower back. I ate her pussy through two orgasms. I recovered, and fucked her well in several positions. She came again as I fucked her while standing at the edge of the bed and playing with her clitoris while she lay on her back, her head tossing back and forth from the spasms within her. It was three am before we fell off to sleep, but the light outside, reflected off the snow, made it seem like early morning, a cold blue glow coming in and reflecting of Karen's bare bosom.

I came downstairs the next day to a breakfast of pancakes and maple syrup. Karen and I made no pretense of getting dressed, knowing the chance to spend the day in our bathrobes was a rare and unexpected treat. I was curious to see the news. Trees were down all over town and power was out in half the city. There were some human interest stories of neighborly behavior, but the most interesting was the weather prediction which tried to explain how they missed predicting a snow storm that would now be upon us for another 24 hours at least.

By mid-morning the kids were out with friends, most likely sledding at the hill near the high-school. Karen and I were lounging on the sofa, lost in various newspapers, magazines and books. At one point Karen began audibly bemoaning the fact that she was missing a critical meeting. I assured her they'd re-schedule. A few minutes passed and she complained about something else. I responded with another attempt at optimism. I thought this was great. Of course my business would lose money from lost shopping days and who knows what kind of water damage, but this blizzard had me feeling like a school kid on a snow day. It was just the release I'd needed and I wanted Karen to enjoy it too. When she complained again about how hard it would be catching up at work when she returned, I kept my mouth shut -- that is, with regard to talking.

Before she knew what hit her, I was on my knees with my face in her lap. I threw her legs apart and dove into eating her snatch. Karen laughed, but struggled against me. I could barely get my tongue on her clit. She continued protesting: 'the kids', 'the neighbors', 'not now', 'not here'; but my persistence got the better of her. Soon she'd relaxed enough to let my hands massage her thighs and my tongue penetrate her now dripping pussy. Within a few minutes I felt Karen climax.

Kissing Karen's cunt one last time I stood, opened my robe, and presented my growing erection for similar treatment to what I'd thus far provided. Great was to be my disappointment.

Karen was actually mad at me. All her previous protestations now became after-the-fact accusations. "What if the kids had come in?!" "What if a neighbor stopped by for help?!" "What came over you?! In the middle of the living room?!".

I decided not to answer. I was truly shocked. I got myself dressed warmly and went out for a walk in the snow.

It was truly beautiful out and I was pleasantly distracted by icicles and falling flakes, the glare and silence of a snow bound city. But after a mile or so, my mind went back to being troubled by Karen's reaction. It wasn't just this once that bothered me, but this seemed to be a climax. Our sex life wasn't bad, but it wasn't special. It was routine: about once a week, we'd roll into each other in bed, fuck, and fall asleep. Last night had been a glaring exception. I really thought that we had found ourselves again once the regular pressures to go to bed, get up, go to work and back again were set aside by a freak snow storm. I was hoping she would take to my sexual spontaneity this morning in the same way. But she let me down.

In the background of all these thoughts was my relationship with Jesse. Jesse was a single mom whom I'd hired about a year ago to help out in the shop. She needed a part time gig and that was fine with me. Little did I know how much I'd come to depend on her. Our relationship never became sexual, but it would be wrong to call it professional. There were innuendos, casual contact that belied an underlying sexual tension. In short, I'd been thinking of fucking Jesse for months now. I had fucked Karen with Jesse in mind. I had masturbated imagining Jesse -- tall, slim, and sexy -- stripping out of her tom-boyish outfit and fucking me like a slut. Now, as I walked, frustrated -- emotionally more than sexually -- through unbroken snow in the woods behind our house, I swore that I would begin an affair with Jesse. If Karen couldn't get her head out of her worries and into my pants, then I would go with a girl who knew how to do that. I returned home determined; not happy, but at least not forlorn.

A few weeks passed and it seemed all was forgotten. The snow had turned to slush and melted away. Karen and I had returned to our regular less adventurous sex, and my frustrated libido was somewhat appeased. In the shop, I continued to fantasize about Jesse, but from a distance. Our mild flirtations continued, but I satisfied myself with a hand on her shoulder or on her lower back, and didn't push my luck. That is, until it happened again.

It snowed.

Karen and I, and perhaps the whole town, looked at the flakes falling and wondered if it would pile up like last time. The weathermen had succeeded in predicting this front and the city was prepared and already had its plows out. The kids had gone to sleep convinced there wasn't going to be school tomorrow. I wasn't so sure. But what was foremost in my mind was the romantic evening I'd enjoyed the last time it snowed. To my pleasant surprise, it seemed Karen had the same thought in mind as I caught her slipping into bed without any clothes on. Naked, we hugged and began to warm each other up and kiss passionately. I gently cupped her breasts and fondled her nipples as she rubbed herself with one hand and stroked my cock with the other. Our kisses began to roam and I nuzzled in her neck, just the way she likes it. Soon I was suckling at her teat like a newborn infant. By the time I made it to tickling her navel with my tongue, she knew where I was headed and opened her legs to let me slide between them more easily.

Karen's honey pot was as sweet as ever and I lapped at her slick lips and clitoris for minutes on end. Occasionally I'd stab at her vagina with my tongue and enjoy the wet warmth within, but mostly I tantalized her sensitive bud. The first time Karen came I caught sight of her hands violently pressing her boobs together. The second time I couldn't see anything. I could barely breathe with her thighs clamping down on my head and her whole body shaking the way it was. I was going for a third when Karen reached down and pulled me up by the hair, saying she couldn't take anymore.

I enjoy giving head too much. I put all my attention into it and forget all about my erection. Moving up to lay next to Karen, I felt my limp dick rub up against her leg and secretly prayed that Karen would now go down on me.

"Are you ready to go inside me?" She asked. "Not yet. Could use a little attention." "What do you want?"

On the one hand, it can be very sexy to talk during coitus and communicate our desires. On the other hand, it's nice to make love to someone who can anticipate your needs and silently service your most private needs. In this case, Karen's feigned ignorance simply angered me. After all this time married to me, she knew damn well what I wanted! Her unthinking remark caused a deep sense of frustration and I sat up abruptly.

"This is what I want." I nearly shouted as I shimmied up to her head on my knees and put my semi-limp cock in front of her nose. My right hand was cupped firmly under her head and was guiding her mouth to my manhood. She looked at me warily, but deciding not to take issue, opened her mouth and began to suck. Slowly she got into a rhythm and even held my balls with one hand. I began to forget my frustration and, letting go of her head, concentrated on getting an erection. 

I was fully stiff and sliding in and out of her mouth when the urge came to me. I suddenly felt compelled to cum in Karen's mouth. I don't know where the thought came from or what it meant. I simply decided that I was going to enjoy this blow job to its climax and save myself the awkward transition to the missionary position. Karen was sucking eagerly but looking at me every so often to see if I'd had enough. A coaching voice came into my head and warned me that I'd better cum soon, or Karen would stop before I'd reached my goal. Then an image came before my closed eyes designed to spark the fireworks rising in my loins. It was Jesse, naked on a picnic blanket by the side of a burbling stream. It was a sunny day with insects in the air and friends frolicking in the distance. We had our spot in the shade, Jesse and I, and were naked as the day we were born. Jesse radiates a tom-boy, outdoors-woman feel sometimes, and this fact clearly tinted the semi-dreams forming in my head. As I forced my cock in and out of Karen's wet mouth and as I reached down squeeze her breasts, I was thinking of Jesse with her thighs wrapped around my middle and her closed eyes moaning out a silent expression of pleasure as the leaves of the tree cast shifting shadows over her lithe tan body.

I came.

The dream ended and my eyes opened. I caught a brief glimpse of snow flakes falling past our bedroom window, and then I caught a left hook to my kidney.

I immediately pulled my sloppy dick out from Karen's gagging mouth and let her run off to the bathroom. I had been momentarily frightened that she'd bite my guilty dick off, but Karen was more concerned about spitting out in the sink than punishing me for doing what I knew she'd always refused to allow. In the end I suffered a glare and a cold shoulder. "You know I don't like that," was all the recrimination I received, but it hit hard, like a sharp knife into my gut.

"I thought for sure the snow was going to pile up!" I heard Jesse banter with a customer the next morning. Then she came into my office to help herself to some coffee. "One more snow conversation and I'm going to shoot someone." "That's not an idle threat in a gun shop." I teased back. I run a sporting goods store which includes a small hunting section. I actually worked hard to cut back on the gun shop image and stress the stuff with higher profit margins: baseball mitts, fishing gear, and clothing. "Sometimes I think people just make up conversations to keep talking to me after they've taken their change." "Don't say it doesn't flatter you." Jesse laughed. "My latest boyfriend just dumped me." "I didn't know you had a boyfriend?" I began sitting up and looking out the plate glass window between my desk and the store. I don't know if I was checking to see if anyone was there because I wanted us to be alone or because I wanted to know that no one needed service while my employee was initiating a long conversation. Jesse caught my glance and said, "No one's out there. Slow day. Like my social life." "You just said you had a boyfriend." "Well there was no real commitment or romance there. He was more of a fuck-buddy if you know what I mean." "I wish I did." Jesse laughed again, and her laugh was becoming infectious. The way she sat sprawled out on my desk and the heave of her breast lightly covered by the store polo shirt started raising the heat in the room. There was something unsaid, something seductive in the air. I would have liked the conversation to continue, but at that moment the cat bell on the front door tinkled as a costumer entered, and Jesse was up and out of my office in a flash.

Later that day as we were closing up, Jesse and I were suddenly caught in close quarters. She had been trying to put a box up on a top shelf and nearly stumbled. I ran over in time to catch the ladder and scolded her for taking such a risk. She just laughed it off in her care-free way and stepped up another rung and finished the task. As she came down, her shirt bunched up and I was faced with her gorgeous belly button, less than an inch from my face.

Without stopping to think, I stuck my tongue out and lapped at her pronounced stomach muscles. She giggled as her tummy pulled away. Was it a ticklish reaction or a protest? "I'm sorry --" I began to apologize. "No don't, do it again." She begged. Now it was my turn to laugh, only my laugh was a resigned chuckle and not Jesse's happy twitter. "Jesse, I..." "You want to lick my tummy?" "Jesse don't be naïve." "I'm not naive! Far from it!" Another laugh as Jesse came off the ladder and strode meaningfully in my direction. "I know you want to fuck me. You know how I know?" "How?" "Every guy I meet wants to fuck me. Hell, you've been the only gentleman I've ever met. I began to think you were gay or that something was wrong with me." Now I laughed a little bit more warmly, but I was still feeling out of place -- and in my own shop! I had fallen back into my chair while Jesse leaned against my desk with her two hands splayed apart palms flush on the top of my desk. Her polo was unbuttoned and hanging loose enough to tempt me into sneaking a peek down her shirt. "Jesse, I... of course, it's like you said. I want to fuck you like every other guy. But I'm a married man, Jesse and I can't afford to screw up." "Literally." "Huh? Oh yeah right, literally."

She let it go at that for a few moments as we closed the register. Then she cornered me against a wall and I could feel her warmth against my body even though we weren't touching. "I know you want to fuck me, but do you know why I want to fuck you?" "I don't know... no, I don't know why." "You're a decent guy. You never made a pass at me, you never asked me to work in skimpy clothing to draw customers, you only ever treated me with respect. You're the first guy who ever seemed genuinely concerned with me being a single mother and not because you thought that made me an easy target. And now that you won't touch me even though you have the green light, because you're married -- my god! Do you know how many married men come on to me? As if it were nothing, as if nobody would get hurt, it's like they're advertising: 'I think women are shit'. So now that you're fighting your urges for Karen's sake, I want to fuck you even more." And then she kissed me full on the lips. Her body just fell into my chest and her hands pulled my face down to hers. We kissed passionately for what felt like forever but couldn't have been more than a minute. I felt for her tongue with my own and felt the passion between us melt our inhibitions. Then, just as my hand was coming up to cup her breast, Jesse pulled away. "That's as far as I want it to go." She said. "I just had to kiss you. Just the once." And then I watched as her face morphed from that of an impassioned woman in earnest heat to a happy-go-lucky college kid playing a lark. And just as she wiped some sweat from her brow and tucked her shirt back into her jeans, the bell on the front door tinkled.

It was Karen. 

Women and Men have complimentary or perhaps competitive 6th senses. Mine was scouring the scene to be sure that there was no incriminating evidence of a near affair, while Karen's was diligently noting all sorts of signs indicating that something was going on.

"Did I interrupt something?" Her sixth sense had won. "Hi honey. What brings you around?" "I thought..." and she looked askance at Jesse, "we could go out for dinner." "Great idea. Tony's?" Tony's is our local pub. He makes a mean hamburger with beefsteak fries and some lighter dishes that Karen likes. "I was thinking D'Angelo's" D'angelo's being the gourmet Italian place often referred to simply as 'out of our budget'. "D'Angelo's? Is there a special occasion? Are we celebrating something?" "Yes," and I saw Karen look over to Jesse, "I suppose you could say a celebration is in order." "Why?" I asked with a certain sense of foreboding as I watched Karen watch Jesse. "Well," Karen paused returning her gaze to me, "I've given it some thought and I've decided that I rather liked having you cum in my mouth last night and I would like to swallow some more and then wash it down with Chianti and pasta."

I nearly choked. I couldn't take my eyes off of Karen. This was SO out of character. She was unbuttoning her coat seductively and walking slowly toward me.

Jesse, meanwhile had freaked out. She was buckled over laughing and guffawing at the far end of the counter and just outside my peripheral vision. I distantly heard her say "Karen, you are too cool." But Karen was unbuckling my belt and popping open my button fly at the time. Then she stopped.

"You know that if I put this in my mouth I'll know if you've been fucking her."

"Karen, no." Jesse called out from on top of the counter. It was then I realized how she had been trapped behind the counter unable or unwilling to push past us. She'd been on her way to jumping over the counter when she heard Karen's accusation. "You can suck his dick all you want, but don't go blaming him for cheating on you." "You two aren't fooling around?" Karen asked Jesse. "No. Lord knows I'd love to, but no." "Karen," I chimed in. "Maybe we should leave Jesse out of this. She has to go back to her kid. Let's go eat." "You DO want to fuck her though, don't you? Don't say you don't." "Of course I do Karen. Jesse's a beautiful young woman with a vibrant personality and attractive to all normal men, myself included. What are you trying to do here?" Karen looked back and forth between Jesse and me and then laughed. "You're really not fucking each other?" "No." both Jesse and I stated simultaneously. "Jesse, I'm sorry I made a scene. We had a bit of a fight last night and I was feeling a bit vulnerable." "A fight that ended in swallowing his cum?" Jesse laughed as she said it, but it still smacked me as a bit too personal. "Jesse!" I scolded, but Karen was laughing along. It seemed now that both the girls were sharing a private joke at my expense. "Let's just say that I wanted to make up at D'Angelo's. But when I walked in here I caught this vibe that something sexual was going on." Karen explained. "Sorry to disappoint, but ain't nothing going on." Jesse's retort seemed to me to be stretching the envelope, but Karen was clearly in a good mood. "Well, to tell the truth, I wanted to celebrate getting laid off." "What!" This change of events came right out of the blue. "We're being downsized." Karen continued. "I'd been under all this pressure to help get a bid out and down to Washington. Well the goddam snow slowed us down and we missed the deadline; and just like that our department is being shut down. A few of the researchers will get transferred and a few of us are slated for early retirement. The truth is, I'm actually relieved. I feel like shouting!" "So shout!" Jesse offered as I came over to give Karen a supportive hug. Karen hugged me back and then let her hand graze the soft cotton of my still exposed underwear. "I don't even shout when I come." Karen answered back and I can vouch to the truth of her confession. "How's about I get out of your way and you can practice some shouting." Jesse offered and hopped down from the counter gathering up her stuff. Karen got down on her knees and took over where she'd left off: taking out my cock and engulfing it with her mouth. Jesse had collected her gear meanwhile and headed towards the exit. In a surreal moment I never could have imagined, I felt my wife sucking my cock behind the counter of my store while the object of my lust walked slowly out the door. Just as my cock was getting fully hard in Karen's mouth, Jesse turned to face me. Standing in the doorway she made sure she had my attention and then pulled open her long coat to reveal that she had shed all her clothing. That would explain the big bag, I thought, and then I focused more intently on what I was seeing. Jesse had the most perfect body I'd ever seen. Standing in her big boots, her legs were tan and strong, but not too muscular. Her pubic hairs were shaved and I could barely make out the shadows of a young vagina between her thighs. Her stomach, that had drawn my tongue like a magnet less than an hour ago was tight and glazed with sexy peach fuzz. Her breasts were perfectly proportioned, round and firm and capped with large dark brown nipples. Atop this beautiful figure, perched on a long neck was her gorgeous face with soft features, dark almond eyes and a sexy short haircut. I stood as if in shock, unable to comprehend the beauty in front of me and the sensations stemming from my loins, and then swiftly, Jesse closed her coat and left.




Blizzard



Karen and I ended up fucking in my office. She let me take her doggy style on my desk her hands spread out almost exactly the way Jesse had been earlier. Finally, true to her word, she let me cum in her mouth, making a show of swallowing my spunk. 

We straightened up and enjoyed dinner at D'Angelo's. Symbolically, Karen insisted on taking the check. She may be out of work, but she had good severance pay and was optimistic about the future. Now that she was "in between jobs", she told me, she'd be able to delegate more of the work load and spend more time at home with the kids.

"And with me." I answered back grinning.

The happy end to this story is that to this day Karen and I are more outgoing and adventurous in bed. The sad end to the story is that I lost Jesse.

I came to work the next day and found a note taped to the door.

"I'm sorry to leave you so suddenly and without warning," She wrote. "I fell in love with you a long time ago and always hoped/feared something would click between us. I'm glad for the way things worked out. You and Karen deserve each other. I'll get by, and when I do, I'll be in touch."

I called her at home, but the line was disconnected. I told Karen who went with me to her apartment, but no one answered. I called a few of the day care centers around town, trying to remember where Jesse said she'd had her kid placed, but no one knew or was willing to admit knowing the name.

Karen took over for Jesse. First it was an immediate stop-gap, then she decided she liked it. Karen enjoyed the interaction with people, spending time with me and of course the occasional back-room fuck. Something about the incident with Jesse, or the atmosphere in the shop, or the lack of pressure from her old job, led to a positive change in Karen. She was smiling more, more patient with the kids, and more obsessed with my cock. Not only would she swallow my cum, but she'd opened herself up to anal sex and other sex games. I was happy again.

The first few days after Jesse disappeared, I sat at my desk staring at the ladder which still stood where she'd left it. Then it hit me. I picked myself up and climbed the ladder pulling down the box Jesse had struggled to get up there. It was empty. The whole thing had been a set up, at least Jesse's half. She'd made her move, exposing herself to me after warming me up all morning. When her hand got trumped by Karen's sudden arrival, she picked up and left. Just like that, like an unexpected blizzard, she's gone and she isn't coming back.



Blizzard Climbs



I glared outside at the snow sweeping the streets of New York City, and sighed. I hated the snow, although I was a so-called "winter baby". Every hour or so, I would glance at the window-doors we had in my store, and squeak at the amount of snow that, somehow, managed the triple as time passed. 

At five o'clock, I had noticed the insane amount of snow we had. It was approximately a foot and a half, but I swore that we were going to get snowed in because of this ridiculous blizzard. I finally grew fed up with the stupid weather. The cold was causing me to sneeze, along with the perfume I was dealing with in the backside of the store. Luckily, my friend was helping me out while we worked; constantly passing me a tissue when I was sneezing. 

"Roha, I swear to god, I'm gonna text him soon." I managed in between sneezes. 

She shook her head at me. "I'm telling you, Priya, don't do it. He's so not worth contacting." The person in the discussion we were referring to was our former co-worker that I somehow hooked up with for a one night stand. Daniel and I were pretty cool with each other, although we were in a fight/argument after our first night. Since then, we didn't really talk to each other, but we were always up to date with contacting each other. He had sent me his cell phone number on Facebook, and since I got a new number, I thought it would've been nice to let him now about it.

"Fuck you Roha, I'm gonna do it." I cursed before I found myself reaching into my apron pocket and texting away on my cell phone. She replied with a string of curses before we joked about it, only to get constantly interrupted by my phone vibrating in my pocket. 

What time are you getting off from work? read his text message to me.

At seven, but my mom is picking me up. I replied urgently. I didn't want to hook up today, per se. I just wanted to see if I could get him for another day.

Wack, you should tell her that you get off at a later time, then come by me in the meantime. ... He was right. Eagerly, I texted my mother and told her that I had to deal with some inventory work tonight, and would be getting out at least a hour and a half than what I had anticipated. She simply said okay, and I figured I could just get a cab to get home. I switched back into Daniel-mode and let him know that the damage was done.

Aiight, you don't mind climbing through a window, do you? he asked.

I shook my head, Why climb?

Because I can't very well just walk you through my front door, introduce you to my parents, then fuck your brains out with them there. Although he indicated that it was a joke, I knew there was some truth to that statement. He and I fit together pretty well with our sexual need. 

Sighing, I conceded to his request. Fine. First or second?

First, and don't worry, I'll pull you through. I almost laughed at his reassurance.

Aww, how sweet. I responded, before returning back to work.

No more than fifteen minutes later, I felt my pocket vibrating again. However, this time it was worse; I was kneeling down, so the vibration occurred on my inner thigh. Instantly, I grabbed my phone and checked the text message, but not before shaking off the urge that came with that vibration. Yoo, go to the bathroom and send me a picture of-- I immediately averted my eyes to avoid reading the text message. I knew what he was going to ask for, and shit, I couldn't do that at work!

So I let him know. And he replied with a sad face, but I nevertheless held my ground. I knew that if I complied with that specific request, I wouldn't be able to stop shy of an orgasm at work. He had me completely flustered at work to the point that my pulse was at least 90 to 100 beats per minute, and my chest was beginning to hurt.

The moment the clock struck 6:55, I made the final announcements for any remaining shoppers in my store. "Attention all shoppers, National Wholesale Liquidators is now closed for the evening. Again, National Wholesale Liquidators is now closed. We ask you to please bring any final purchases to the nearest open cashier as they will be closing within the next two minutes. Again, National Wholesale Liquidators is now closed. We thank you for shopping at National Wholesale Liquidators and have a good night."

Once my announcement was finished, I hung up the intercom phone and rushed over to my register, packing my receipts and store credit papers into the draw before removing the entire draw to take into the office. I ran into the office and immediately began counting my money with my heart racing at the idea of what was going to be happening soon. Once finished, I kissed my friend Roha goodnight, wrapped myself tightly in my coat, and started out into the blizzard to Daniel's house.

When I was near his house, or rather passing through the garages that I recognized, my phone vibrated again in my pocket. But this time, it was different...

Mi nina bonita, mi dulce princesa

Me sienta en las nubas cuando tu me besas...

Fuck, I thought to myself. I checked my phone to find it was a restricted number and sighed. "Hello?"

"Hey." Oh shit! It was Daniel.

"Oh, hi," I responded. Damn, I was relieved; I thought my mother was calling.

"So, where are you?" he asked. From there, I just kept murmuring mumbo-jumbo as he directed me to his place. Finally, I saw the opened window and trotted through the snow to get there. As I approached, I noted the downward ramp, and a railing that was parallel to the building's structure, although it was shorter a quite a distance away from the building. I shook my head as I came closer, before tossing my things to him so he could put it away. 

"Climb onto the other side of the railing, and lean forward." He instructed. I nearly rolled my eyes at him. I was a huge Physics-concept fan; I could figure out how to get past lasers if necessary. I didn't fully require his instruction, but nevertheless appreciated some of it considering the weather. He did something I didn't expect him to do though -- he leaned out into the cold, with no shirt on, grabbed my wrists, and let me swing to the building's wall before pulling me into his room and atop of his bed. I didn't realize it until he pointed it out, but I was shivering like crazy.

He tossed me his towel, which I accepted eagerly as a I dried my face and instantly tossed to cover my hair. He took his position in bed, with the lights off. I sighed before stripping off my top shirt and pants, leaving myself in my underwear and barely covered by the white wife beater I wore. I climbed into bed and huddled next to him under the covers, shivering like crazy. He was sincere though; he held my icicle-hand and tried to warm it up, although his other hand was caressing my legs and ass. I still shivered, before he finally climbed over my body and settled behind me. "Just pretend I'm not here," he whispered. The moment he said it, I bit my lower lip. I was always in trouble when I got with him. I couldn't see, and a part of me didn't want to because what he was doing felt so damn good..

His hands were alternating from being in between my legs to caressing my ass, before he finally undid my bra and gently tweaked my nipples. His breath was hot on my shoulder blade and my eyes fluttered as I tried not to moan too loudly. Originally, he was fully cupped onto my body, but he removed himself for a moment to remove his boxers and I felt the smooth head of his hard and dripping cock in between my thighs. It took a lot of will power to remain still as he manuevered my body to his liking, before finally popping his dick into my hot pussy. I nearly purred and moaned, but I remembered he wanted us to be quiet. I bit the inside of my cheek lightly to keep from moaning, but couldn't fully control my hips from slightly adjusting to give him better access as he thrusted. The feeling was better than I had remembered; it had been atleast two months since I had last fucked him, and doing it now made me remember the first time, only to throw it out the window. It felt like a good while, before he stopped, pulled out, and turned me onto my back as he straddled both himself and myself. Easily, he lifted my legs onto his arms and thrusted inward, before almost laying atop of me and continuing his beautiful ministrations. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I exhaled - my hot breath hitting his equally hot skin. It was at that moment he stopped and I literally felt his pulse inside of me. I nearly let out a small whimper, before he climbed off the bed and motioned for me to lay half-off the bed.

At that moment, he gathered my legs in his arms, and thrusted inside of me again. The feeling was amazing and the altered position always elicited a scream. Knowing this, I brought my arm to my mouth and bit down. Apparently, the contortions of my face brought Daniel worry. He paused, "Does it hurt?"

I had to release my vice bite to shake my head and respond. "No, no... I'm just trying not to moan too loudly." He nodded, understanding my response only to continue thrusting. My body arched a little bit towards him and I bit down harder. God, it was amazing.

Suddenly he pulled out and gripped his own cock, almost as if to stop the need to ejaculate. I flipped over for him, and he slipped on a condom rather quickly before returning to his 'rightful place' for the next hour. His hand slipped underneath my wife beater and grazed my skin gently, as if he wanted to grab me closer to him as he thrusted hard into my hot pussy. My pulse raced - I couldn't believe I was saying it, but Daniel was bringing me close to an orgasm. Closer than any other time with another person had ever brought me. My hands grabbed the sheets as my grip tightened and I writhed underneath his thrusts. Finally, I felt as if I was in a blissful state and music was playing.

Mi nina bonita, mi dulce princesa

Me siento en las nubas cuando tu me besas

I blinked. My ringtone? Instantly, I collapsed onto his bed and turned to look at Daniel. "Did you hear music?" I asked.

He went towards my coat which he hung on his door to dry out."Your ringtone is Mi Nina Bonita?" he asked before grabbing my cell. I had nodded, and reached out to take my cell from him.

Crap, my mother called. I rolled my eyes before getting dressed. "I need to get going now," I announced. He gave me another look before shaking his head.

"Not before taking a hat. You're still shivering," he commented before rummaging through his closet. "I know I have one here somewhere."

When he finally succeeded in getting the hat on my head, we were sitting on the bed, staring out at the ground before us. I had to jump down safely. He was sitting next to me, before noticing that my leg was shaking. I tried to convince him that the reason was because I was afraid, but he wouldn't listen. He insisted that I was still cold and went back to his closet to find a sweater for me to wear underneath my jacket.

I shook my head at him when he finally found one. I stripped my jacket off and slipped his sweater on, then continued redressing. We stared out at the on-going blizzard one last time before finally resolving that I had to leave through that exit. Before we continued, he proposed a few things. "You want to wait until my parents are asleep?"

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, when is that going to be?"

He looked down, realizing that I was right in saying that before mentioning another tactic. "I feel really bad letting you go like that. Maybe I should go with you...," he paused as he realized the error in the plan, "... but then what if they came in?" He turned back to me and sighed. "You need to go through there Priya. I swear, we're crazy, but you gotta." I opened the window before noticing the sill and realized he would have to go out of his way and his abdomen would be at risk of getting injured. 

I turned to him and shook my head, "I'd rather wait here for your parents to fall asleep than have you risk getting hurt because of that window." 

Daniel rolled his eyes, "Shut up Priya, I won't feel a thing. I'll be fine, but you're gonna get killed if you don't leave and get home." His fearless nature sparked something inside of me and gathering my fear, I managed to somehow (probably with his help) lower down to a safe height from the ground before releasing his hands. He stared down at me when I stood upright before chuckling. "That was fuckin' awesome."

"That was some Metal Gear Solid shit right there!" I commented.

"We should do it again," he joked. I laughed with him.

"Yeah, most definitely, we should do it again."



Blizzard of (Com)Passion



"Now tell me, Robert… is this how you thought you'd be spending your Thanksgiving holiday?" Snuggling as close to him as she could, Kathleen rested her head on his bare chest. Outside the hotel suite, the blizzard that had shut down the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport continued to howl, and occasionally rattled the window. But as far as they were concerned, that ill wind had brought some good after all. 

"Kathleen," he replied, running his fingers through the naked woman's shoulder-length auburn air, "I've never pictured having any holiday turn out like this. And certainly not this… how should I say… sensual."

"Oh come now," she said, propping herself up on one elbow. Thickening her natural Irish accent, she added, "Ye've truly never had a dusky Irish lass invite ye to her hotel room for a hot night of unbridled passion? Come now, don't ye be fibbin' to Kathleen here!" Overcome with laughter, Kathleen O'Malley once again laid her head on Robert Camden's chest. The chest-chuckles that rumbled in her ear gave her a special comfort, one she'd not felt in years. Even more than the exquisite and exotic feelings she'd felt and shared with Robert, that comfort told her that for tonight, for this moment, everything was as it should be. It also told her she was truly free to live again.

"Kathleen," he replied, "I honestly can say that before today, I've never had a woman invite me to her hotel room, let alone a 'dusky Irish lass' such as yourself. Nor have I spent an evening – or any part of the daytime, for that matter – in such an intimate way. As wonderful as this has been… part of me is still not believing it's happening. It's like something from a fantasy."

"What sort of fantasy would that be, dearie?"

"Well, not one a gentleman would admit to." Looking down, Robert saw her face turn toward him, lit in a pale ethereal glow from the hotel's outside lights, reflected off the snow swirling outside the open-draped 9th floor window. Seeing the question on her face, he continued, "I think you know what I mean, hon. Stories you normally find in bad magazines, or locker room bragging sessions with guys who've never actually been there."

"But you're there now, dearie," she said, a leering smile creeping across her face. "You're very much there now. And if I'm not mistaken, you're having the time of your life." To accentuate her point, Kathleen started slowly twirling a fingernail around the outer edge of Robert's left nipple. "Ohh," he gasped as her lips clamped around the newly aroused nipple. "Woman, you are evil."

"Of course, my dear. After all, I'm a woman." Seconds later, they were giggling as Robert pulled her upwards on the bed. "I'll let you in on a little secret," she said once they were face-to-face. "The ladies share those stories as well, and have man of those same fantasies. The contents of the story might be a wee bit different from the guys', but the end result is the same – hot, naked, wild, passionate sex! It's just that we're more reserved and demure in how we present the stories."

"There's one big difference, though. This is no fantasy, Kathleen; we're very much two flesh-and-blood people, sharing some very unexpected yet very special and powerful passion. And if you had told me before I left Pittsburgh yesterday morning that I would be spending my thanksgiving afternoon and night having 'hot, naked, wild, passionate sex!' with a beautiful woman I had met at the Minneapolis airport, I would have said you were out of your gourd! Then again, this day and this weather have been totally and completely insane."

"Don't knock a little insanity every now and then, dearie. After all, if we don't go a little crazy once in a while, we'll all go crazy. And besides… if this weren't meant to be, then it wouldn't have happened. It certainly wouldn't have happened between us, nor would we have come together in the way we did." Placing her hands behind his head, Kathleen kissed Robert deeply on his mouth. For several minutes, the only sounds in the room were soft moans as lips sealed against lips and hands re-explored the bodies of companions hungry for passion and lust. When their mouths finally parted, each needed a few seconds to catch their respective breaths before speaking. "Yes, Robert, this was meant to be. I do honestly feel God meant for us to come together, to heal each other."

"And Dylan?"

"Yes," she said, a wistful smile of relief coming to her face. "And Dylan…"





Blizzard of (Com)Passion



"You get some good news?"

"Well, I know my corporate travel agent is working on a possible room for me with the hotels here. At least that's something. So hopefully I won't have to curl up in a waiting lounge chair or a nice, comfy piece of floor. But," she added, seeing the look of pain come across Robert's face, "there's no guarantee he can pull it off. Carl's good, but he's not exactly a miracle worker."

"Well… good luck with that."

"Robert? Robert, please," she said, reaching over and taking his hand. "Please don't be upset with me." The softness of her hand calmed the man down, making him relax a bit and overcome some of the disappointment he was feeling. "Now, look around the room, my friend. Take a glance, and see how many people are on their cell phones right now." When Robert looked, he saw at least half the people in the food court talking on phones, and every pay phone in sight had a line of people waiting their turns. "I will wager you that at least a third of the people making phone calls are scrambling to find hotels here. And if you had, the opportunity, wouldn't you be?"

"Yeah, I would," he sighed. "But that's not all of it. Frankly, Kathleen… I've greatly enjoyed the time I've been spending with you and don't want it to end. At least, not until we catch our respective flights once they re-open the airport." 

"Believe me, love, the feeling is mutual." She gripped his hand tighter as she said this, sending a thrilling tingle shooting up Robert's arm. "Now, relax a bit. We've got a cold, snowy night ahead of us. So just talk to me."

"What would you like to talk about?"

"Well… let's modify the current situation. Instead of being in this blahsted airport, let's say you're in a nice, comfy mountain cabin with an attractive lady." Seeing his blush, she continued, "Yes, dearie, you haven't hidden your attraction to me all that well. But you've been very much the gentleman about it, and I'm deeply flattered by the whole thing. Now, how about you tell me what you would do in that mountain cabin in weather like this." Reacting to the moment, Robert began talking. He was soon describing how he would have a roaring fire going in the bedroom fireplace, a few lit candles spread about the room, and possibly something to drink ready if both he and his lady friend were agreeable. The fire would have been going a while, making the bedroom nice and toasty. As he was describing how warm the heavy comforter would be, Kathleen's phone interrupted him.

"Oh, blast," she grumbled. "Just when it was getting good! Hold that thought." Picking up her cell phone, she said, "Hello? Dylan, love, I told you that I was stuck in Minneapolis… yes, I'm still at the airport; I have my travel agent working on a place to stay… I'm hoping to hear from him shortly. Okay, love. Toodles!" Closing her phone, she replied, "Now, where were we?"

"In a mountain cabin on a very snowy night, talking about a warm, cozy bed. Unfortunately, now I have to put the story on hold. I'm afraid I need to brave the men's rest room. Can you watch my stuff?"

"Don't worry, dearie, I'll take care of it." Robert picked up his empty plate and walked towards the exit. Once she saw him disappear, Kathleen dialed a number on her cell phone. "Hello, Carl? Thanks for playing along, love… yes, I am still using that security blanket… now don't start with me, Carl. What did you find out?" Taking a bite of her food, Kathleen nodded her head at what her travel agent was saying. "You're kidding? That's available? Grab it, Carl… Yes, I'll gladly pay that cost tonight. Book it for two people… that's right, two people. I've made a good friend here, who I am not letting sit in this blahsted airport all night if I can help it. Call me when you've got the room booked, okay? Toodles!" Hanging up her phone, Kathleen took a quick glance around. Robert was still nowhere to be seen.

Washing his hands in the men's room, Robert looked in the mirror. Maybe not the best catch in the world, he thought to himself, but not bad. But isn't it just your luck that you meet a lady who really trips your trigger, and she's married! Well, at least you've got some pleasant company for part of your wait in this frozen wasteland. So go enjoy what you can… and keep your damn tongue in your mouth!

"Good heavens, dearie," Kathleen said as he sat down. "I was beginning to wonder if you had fallen in!"

"Not quite," he chuckled. "Just needed to go. All of those large Pepsi's I've been drinking. Not to mention the odd six-dollar large mocha latte. You ever get the feeling that airport food vendors know they have a captive audience?"

"Only on every trip I take, Robert. Now," she said, leaning in closer, "Let's get back to –" Once again, her cell phone interrupted her. "Damn, I may never hear the end of this story!" Answering her cell phone, she said, "Hello? Yes, Carl? You got it? Great! Okay, what's the phone number? Thanks, you're a love!"

"I take it," Robert said with some resignation, "that your travel agent got you a hotel room. Congratulations."

"Yes, Carl pulled it off. It sounds like he got me a very good room."

Standing up, Robert stepped close to Kathleen. "Honestly, I am happy for you… I guess I just wanted to enjoy more of your company."

"Robert, my dear, you're a love. Give me just one second, okay?" She quickly dialed the phone number her travel agent had given her. "Hello? Yes, I'm calling to confirm a last-minute reservation. The last name is O'Malley… yes, that's it… that's right, non-smoking room, two people." That comment caused Robert's eyebrows to raise, which Kathleen returned with a mischievous smile. "Yes, we're going to need a ride from the airport… okay, we'll be at the curbside shuttle bus shelter in 40 minutes. Thank you!"

Hanging up the phone, she looked directly in his eyes and said, "Robert, I'm not letting you ruin your back on the floor or chairs of this airport. You're spending the night with me in a nice, comfortable room."

"And what about your husband?"

"Dylan? Don't worry, love… he'll understand." And most likely be grateful, she said to herself. I think he'll be very grateful for what's to come.

Walking into the hotel room, Robert was stunned. Kathleen's travel agent had managed not a room, but a multi-room executive suite on the top floor of the Airport Hilton. As Kathleen tipped the bellman for escorting them, Robert dropped his carry-on travel bag on the couch and marveled at the suite around him. Across from the king-sized bed was a whirlpool that looked like it could hold at least four people. "Robert, dear," she said as she wrapped him in a one-arm hug, "you act like you've never been a suite like this before."

"That's because I haven't. Most of the time when I get a hotel room somewhere, it's the Super 8 or Motel 6. Certainly not the premier suite of a Hilton or Marriott. This… this is a different world for me, hon."

"Well, enjoy it. And yes, it's new for me, too. I've spent a lot of nights in a lot of hotels on my business trips, but never have I had deluxe accommodations like this. When Carl told me he could get it, I decided it was time to splurge, and have something nice after all of this travel stress. Besides, the way this storm is going, we might be here two or three days." Stroking a finger on his right arm, she said, "If we're gong to spend that much time in a hotel, we should at least be comfortable."  

Looking down into her eyes (he was a good five inches taller), Robert saw signals similar to the ones her fingers were giving. The erection he had in response made him feel ashamed. Dammit, he said in his mind, she's married! Cut this out. You are NOT about to have sex with a married woman.

Sensing his hesitation, Kathleen pecked him on the cheek, then moved to her carry-on bag. "Robert, I may be a little while in the bathroom, do you want to use it?"

She opened the bag, digging deep and pulling out what looked like a toiletry kit and another small bag.

"Uh, yeah, sure." Robert took advantage of the restroom facilities for their intended function, and as a chance to calm down. The longer he stayed in this suite, the more in over his head he felt. Looking again in the mirror, he decided to do everything he could to remain above reproach. "Okay," he said as he walked out, "your turn. And don't use up all the hot water!" That comment got him a hearty, dusky laugh as the bathroom door closed. Turning on the television, Robert kicked off his shoes and stretched out on the bed to watch a local newscast. Kathleen's decision to get a comfy room looked prudent, as the meteorologist laid out a forecast of worsening blizzard conditions over the next three days.

In the bathroom, it was Kathleen's turn to contemplate one's self in the mirror. It's been three years, dearie, the face in the mirror said. Dylan's a wonderful man and terrific husband... but you have to let him go. Not only is he gone, but he wouldn't want you pining after him this long. You know he would want you to live and be happy. It's time you let yourself live, Kathleen Manning O'Malley. Live, and even love. As a few tears glided down her cheek, Kathleen agreed with the face in the mirror. Opening her small bag, Kathleen started to pull out the silk pajamas, only to change her mind.

"Kathleen," Robert said as the bathroom door opened, "it looks like you were right on the hotel. This storm is supposed to… oh… my…" It was all he could do not to drool. Kathleen walked slowly towards him, wearing a nightgown that left Robert almost breathless. The light beige satin fabric that ended halfway down her calf seemed to blend with her creamy skin. And the low-cut "V" in the front revealed the freckles between and on the insides of her breasts. The apparition of feminine beauty walking towards him immediately brought Robert fully erect. "Kathleen," he stammered, "I… I wasn't… I mean, I didn't –"

"Relax, Robert," she softly replied. "Even when undressing me with your eyes today, you've been a complete gentleman. And I didn't invite you to my room for the purpose of sex. But since we are here, and will be here for a while, let's make the best of each other's company."

"Uhm, Kathleen… what about your husband? Isn't he going to be upset if he finds out about this? I don't want to be a home-wrecker, or have an affair with anyone."

Handing Robert her cell phone, she said, "Call him, Robert. When you do, you'll understand." Seeing the hesitation, she added, "It's okay, Robert. Call Dylan, please."

Taking the proffered phone, Robert scrolled through the stored names until "Dylan" appeared on the screen. "Hello," he said when his call was answered, "May I speak to Dylan, please?"

"Just a minute," a female voice answered. "May I ask who is calling?" The Irish-sounding female voice on the other end of the line had Robert wondering if he had called a cheating husband.

"My name is Robert. Kathleen gave me her phone and said I should call Dylan and talk to him. May I speak with him please?"

"Before I do that, I'll need Kathleen's code word."

"Code word?" Before a now-incredulous Robert could ask, Kathleen handed him a slip of paper with two words on it. "Kathleen just handed me a slip of paper with the words 'Magic Mountain.' Can I ask what's going on here?" He was startled to hear an exultant voice yell "YES! She's finally taking that step!" on the other end of the phone line.

"Robert, my name is Maureen. I'm Dylan's older sister. The reason I'm so happy is that Kathleen seems to finally be moving away from the security blanket she's been using."

"I don't understand."

"Robert… my brother was killed in a car crash three years ago. At that point, he and Kathleen had been married for nine years, and were still deeply in love. Kathleen's been working through the grieving stages ever since then. When she's afraid, when she thinks a man might be getting too close to her, she will call me and talk to Dylan as a way of keeping the more lewd and lascivious eyes and hands away. I didn't like it a first, but I eventually went along with it. I also gave her that code phrase to use if and when she was ready to move on. I've been yearning to hear that from her for the last two years. That she gave it to you is a huge sign. I take it you two will be spending the evening together. Please treat her gently, Robert. She's a special lady, about to come out of her shell. Now, can I speak to her?" Robert simply handed over the phone.

"Hello? Yes, Maureen, it's me. I've reached and climbed the magic mountain. Now I'm going to take a leap, fly and live. Thank you, dear… thank you for everything." Turning off her phone, she looked at the now-seated Robert. "I hope, dear, you understand what I'm going through, and what I'm doing." Joining him on the edge of the bed, she took his hand. "The subterfuge wasn't to hurt you, dear, but to protect me. And now, I want to climb out of that shell. I want to live, and love, and be whole again.

"I also know that, after this weekend, we may never meet again. That's not important. What matters is now. I'm not looking for cheap sex; I'm not trying to make a stud out of you. I've realized that the time has come to live. And living means passion. If you're agreeable… I want to share that passion with you."

Looking over to the alluring woman sitting next to him, Robert felt Kathleen's hand gently touch his cheek. His reply was to reach around, pull her close and kiss her deeply on the mouth. When Robert touched her neck, Kathleen pulled that hand to her breast. As his thumb teased the already-hardening nipple through her nightgown, Kathleen reached down and caressed Robert's growing erection.

"Love, you need to be freed," she said as the kiss broke. Before Robert could ask, Kathleen was on her knees on the floor, opening Robert's jeans. As she lowered his pants to the floor, Kathleen nuzzled her right cheek against the white-cotton fabric of the BVD's covering Robert's hard cock. Then Robert stood up, pulling Kathleen to her full height in the process. With another passionate, deep kiss, Robert's hands hungrily roamed the willing body next to his. Realizing she was wearing only the nightgown, he knelt down and started lifting it up her body. As he continued lifting the fabric, Robert learned that Kathleen was truly a natural redhead and not a product of Miss Clairol. As his hands continued upwards, Kathleen's pale pink aureoles were revealed. Each one received a soft kiss as Kathleen finished removing her nightgown. Then she pulled upwards on Robert's polo shirt, revealing his slightly flabby chest.

"I'm afraid," Robert sighed, "that I'm not a male model of any sort."

"You're better love," she replied while wiggling his under shorts to the floor. "You're a real person. Someone I can actually touch, and feel, and be with." Looking up to his face, she added, "You're exactly the person I need and want. And something tells me that feeling is mutual. I truly feel this was meant to happen. So thank God for that blizzard, because it brought us together."

"Let's warm up. We don't have a fireplace, so let's see what this whirlpool can do." Robert walked over to the tub and started the water. Watching it fill, he felt Kathleen's arms wrap around him from behind. "Just remember," he said as he felt her hand start massaging his cock, "I get to return the favor."

"Dearie," she said with her cheek nuzzling his back, "I'm counting on it!" Then the two of them stepped into the whirlpool. "You're right, Robert, there is room in here for several more people."

"That may be, hon, but I'm only letting you and me in here now." He accentuated the point by reaching between her legs and stroking her pussy. Kathleen immediately opened wider to give him better access. Feeling his hands fumble, she gently gave her new lover a few pointers. She realized Robert was a quick study, as a few minutes later she was moaning in ecstasy from the gentle ministrations of her clit by Robert's thumb. Then he proved he was learning the art of the tease as he backed off for a few moments before starting again.

"Oh dear… you are the right sensual devil, aren't you, dearie?"

"It's possible, Kathleen. Now, let's try something else." Robert turned off the tub, to Kathleen's surprise. Following his directions and recommendations, Kathleen soon found herself facing a near wall of the tub. Her befuddlement was erased soon after Robert re-started the whirlpool, and she felt one of the water jets squarely striking her sex. The effect on Kathleen was exquisite and immediate. Fondling her breasts from behind, Robert was in position and ready to support her body when the orgasm hit her. As it subsided, Robert gently moved Kathleen away, holding her close in the swirling water. When she calmed down, he helped her out of the tub, where they mutually dried each other before retiring to the king sized bed "Oh, God," she sighed as she lay next to him, "That was incredible. I need to make you feel like that."





Blizzard of (Com)Passion



"I'm going to hate it," Kathleen sighed sometime later, "when this blizzard is over." Once again, they were side by side on the now well-disheveled bed, each cocooning the other with arms and legs. "Once this weather lets up, we'll have to go our separate ways." Looking up to his face, Kathleen kissed him and said, "don't worry Robert, I'm still keeping things in perspective. I know this is not a full-time love we have here. Nor is what we have this weekend enough to base a relationship on. But it's still an evening of love and mutual passion, one that I am going to treasure for a long time."

"So will I, Kathleen," he sighed. The evening had been immensely instructive for him. Robert now knew with much greater clarity the differences between love, lust, passion and compassion. Tonight, and possibly this whole weekend, had been an act and action of love and of life. He had helped someone heal, and helped bring sensual passion back to her. "This was a healing weekend, for both of us. For you, it was the biggest step in getting out and living and moving on. For me, it was learning that something I had thought lost was again possible." Seeing the odd look on her face, he elaborated, "Angela was my fiancée. A few months after we met, she was in a major car accident. I ended up helping her through her recovery, and we fell in love. Having survived the accident, she thought she was invincible… that is… until…"

Sliding up to be face to face, Kathleen whispered, "it's okay, Robert. If you don't want to talk, you don't have to. If you want to let it out, I'm right here."

"Thank you, hon. Like I said, she thought…" Then Robert started crying, with a soft pitch and wail to equal that of a lost soul. Knowing a dam had burst, Kathleen held him close and let it all wash over her. When he calmed down several minutes later, he continued, "She thought she was invincible. She had survived a car accident she shouldn't have walked away from, and eventually came away still able to run and dance. She lived life with zest and fire. Then she thought she was pregnant, and went to see the doctor."

"But it wasn't a pregnancy?"

"No… it wasn't. When they did the exam, they found she wasn't pregnant. They also found something else wrong, and started doing tests. It turned out she was in the advanced stages of ovarian cancer, and it had metastasized. Six month later, she was gone. That was five years ago."

"But dear… you gave no hint of any of that at all today. If you hadn't told me any of this, just now, I would have sworn you had barely dated in your life. I was even thinking of asking how it was that some lucky lady hadn't snatched you up. But something tells me you never made yourself available."

"It took me a good two years before I could start dating again. And even then, the passions and fire just weren't there. But somehow, tonight, in hearing that you had gone through similar to what I had, I was able to overcome that last hurdle, the one that kept me from feeling passion and sensuality again. I know it seems odd to say this… but thank you, Kathleen… for everything."

"You're welcome," she breathed, realizing that she had truly found a kindred soul. "And I think this is further proof that this was supposed to happen. God meant for us to meet, and He made that blizzard out there to make certain of it. He meant for us to make love, and passion, and compassion. Like I said earlier, we may never meet again after this weekend. But we are here now, for a purpose, and that is to heal. So come here, love. Let's snuggle together, and heal each other." With a gentle kiss on the cheek, Kathleen pulled Robert to her. In each other's arms, they fell asleep.





Blizzard Revisited



It had been a full month since Cindy and I had crashed a swingers party by accident. A blizzard had forced us to abandon plans to go home and fate had forced us to stop at the big new house. They had obviously been having a party and we were out of options. The party had been an orgy and we had spent the night there until the plows had paved the way home. 

Neither of us had even thought about swinging before that night. I know I had had fantasies of being in some of those situations, but I had never considered it seriously. I guess I had always liked porn on occasion, but never felt a compunction to go get much of it. I think Cindy was in the same boat. She had fantasies but never the energy or time to seriously chase those thoughts.

Several things surprised me. That night I was surprised at how aroused and horny Cindy had become. No we didn't have sex with anyone else, but she had been a tiger toward me. We had never been nudists or anything but we had both felt natural about nudity that night. Not only had we not been self conscious, but we had both been turned on. We had both been aroused watching other people fuck and Cindy had obviously been turned on by having other people watch us make love.

The main thing that surprised me was that Cindy didn't talk about it. She never brought up the subject and when I did, she just dismissed it. She didn't pretend that it never happened, just seemed to put no significance to it. I wasn't surprised that neither of us felt any guilt, hell we only made love to each other. What did surprise me was that she didn't acknowledge how turned on she had been.

The funniest part was that I knew that that night had had a very significant effect on Cindy. It was apparent in the bedroom. There had not been a night since that Cindy had not practically attacked me. She didn't always wait till bed time either! We'd been married for 20 years and we moved into this house when the kids were just starting school. In all that time we'd never made love on the kitchen table before! I had always thought that our coffee table was solidly constructed, but I have discovered that it is kind of wobbly when a couple bounces on it a bit!

It was a Wednesday that it all came out in the open. Cindy had beat me home from work and she was already in the middle of making us a steak dinner. I didn't say anything just watched her sexy butt working at dinner. I saw the flush on her cheeks when she kissed me and the stack of mail on the table.

Most of it was the usual collection of bills and junk mail but one letter was stuck aside unopened. I glanced at it and saw that it was from Ron and Diane. I knew who it was from immediately even though I had never known their last names. The next thing I noticed was that it had no stamp. It had been hand delivered but how was that possible? They knew we were neighbors but I didn't think that they knew our last names or exactly where we lived. 

I decided that Cindy knew all about that letter and that I'd just pretend I hadn't seen it until she told me about it. It might make her talk about it. I stacked the mail and moved it off the table as I set it for dinner. 

There was a real flush of excitement on Cindy's face and I knew her well enough to know that something was bursting to get out. We ate dinner in near silence. I was waiting for her to start this conversation. She didn't. I continued to pretend that I had just stacked all the mail and put it aside without noticing the letter from Diane and Ron. The flush on Cindy's face just got deeper and deeper. I nearly chuckled to myself.

I'd done a lot of thinking in the last month. All that soul searching had led me in circles. I didn't really know what I felt about the swinging scene. That one experience had left me turned on, but then we had not been fully involved it the activities. No matter what Cindy said, I wouldn't be upset.

We finished dinner and started the cleanup. Cindy washed, I dried. I groped, damn Cindy has such nice tits! I just couldn't resist.

Finally, the work was done and Cindy threw her arms around me and gave me one deep passionate kiss. She was dying to get into this conversation but she wanted me to start it. I let her stew.

"Hun, did you see the invitation from Ron and Diane?"

"No, I guess I didn't." I still pretended I didn't know. Invitation, I thought, Cindy definitely knew much more than she was telling!

"I had lunch with Diane today." Cindy told me. My mind whirled. How had Diane found her? "In fact I've been having lunch with her at least once a week, since we met them. I felt sorry for her. Ron works in Chicago and he's gone most of the week. She doesn't know anyone here. So I have been having lunch with her."

"The invitation is for their Valentine's day party, but Diane wants us to come over tonight and talk about it. I thought it would be fun. What do you think, honey?" I studied her face. I saw lots of emotions there. Fear of my potential anger. The thrill of my positive reaction! I decided that we had not talked about this. I felt a slight resentment, not at the idea but that Cindy had not talked to me before and obviously it had been important to her.

"Oh? And you want to go?" I tried hard not to show anything in the sound of my voice or the look on my face. I had seen Diane in all her glory, in action even and I must confess that I was slightly interested.

Cindy was almost squirming in her chair. I knew her too well, she was trying to be as matter of fact as I was, but failing. "Yes, I want to go!" The enthusiasm leaked through her attempt at deadpan response. "They don't know anyone in town and it would just be neighborly of us to go."

"It seemed they knew plenty of people when we were there before Christmas."

"Yes, but all those people were from Chicago, they don't know anyone here."

"And what do you think we should do? These people are swingers. Are you suggesting we should sleep with them?" I tried not to show Cindy the fact that I knew that Diane was one sexy woman and I wouldn't mind..... The question was, could I stand to see Cindy with Ron?

"Nothing like that, she just wants to talk."

"Then why the invitation to a swingers Valentine's party?" I had her with that one. I thought.

"She thought we had a good time at Christmas and thought we might like to go for the Valentine's party."

"Do you want to go to the Valentine's party?" The flush deepened on Cindy's face.

"Yes!" Her answer was almost a whisper but also a scream. 

I smiled at her. "Then we'll go tonight and talk about it. If you want we'll go to the Valentine's day party. I just want you to be honest with me. Do you want to swing or just go and just us?"

"I don't know, honey. I was so turned on and I don't know what I feel now. I honestly don't know what I want. I don't know if I could stand to see you with another woman. I don't know what it would do to us. I don't know how you'd react if I was with another man."

I looked into her face. "What has Diane been telling you?"

"Diane thinks we'd be fun and have fun."

"You've been talking about swinging with Diane?"

"Yes."

"And, your conclusion was?"

"Diane says that we need to make that decision, but she's made me think."

I probably should have been angry but I was more curious. "You think you'd like to sleep with another man?"

I should have been the one to be mad, but it was Cindy who was getting upset. "I didn't say that! I don't know what I mean, what I want!" She was angry, confused, but not at me.

I pulled Cindy into my arms. "It's all right, babe! I love you. I understand what you're feeling. It'll be O.K." I kissed her lightly, then I kissed the salty tears that were starting to form at the corners of her eyes. She broke the kiss and smiled at me. All thoughts of the anger and frustration gone.

Things went from strained to strange as we got ready to go to Diane's. First, Cindy led me by the hand into the shower. I had expected to be raped, but instead I was prepared. Then Cindy helped me get dressed. She fawned over me like a mother prepping her son for his first prom! 

On the short drive over, Cindy was fidgety and quiet. I still had the feeling that more was up than she was telling. More was up besides the front of my pants.

Diane greeted us at the door with a huge smile. She threw her arms around me and gave me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. I felt her breasts pressed tight against me and I was aware of a slight smile on Cindy's face. She was next and got an equally warm hug. I vaguely had a feeling that that hug had more significance than even Cindy knew.

I think I was expecting a recruiting speech, but I didn't get it. We just talked about the weather and Ron's job that kept him in Chicago all week. And how Diane loved the country and their 20 acres of heaven, but she missed having Ron home and she missed her "activities". The way she said that word told me that she meant, sexual activities. I kept waiting for one of the women to bring up the party. I kept waiting for Diane to start the swinging sales pitch. I kept waiting. 

I kept looking at my sexy wife and she was fidgeting too. She knew far more than I, what this discussion was about and she kept getting more and more anxious. I looked in Diane's eyes. She was in control. She had this planned and she was working the plan.

After nearly an hour and a half of small talk and the first two rounds of drinks, Diane smiled at us. "How bout we all continue this discussion in the hot tub?" Cindy didn't have to be told twice. She practically jumped up and hauled me after her. I noticed that her breathing was rapid and shallow. Her nostrils were flared and there was a touch of a flush of excitement on her face.

We hadn't brought suites but there was no hesitation in Cindy. It was as if she couldn't wait to get the three of us naked and dunked in that hot tub. There was a huge lump in my pants. At least there was until I had no pants.

Diane went for towels while Cindy and I got naked and into the hot tub. Cindy said nothing. She just wore an excited expression.

She snuggled close. Diane had shed her clothes before she entered the room and came to the tub naked. My eyes watched her as she entered the water. I could feel Cindy's eyes watching me look at Diane.

Diane crawled languidly into the tub giving me a good look at her naked body and then she settled in close to me. I was lost! A beautiful naked woman on each side of me. My mind was no longer functioning.

My wife pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply. Her tongue explored my mouth and I felt her arousal. When we broke our kiss, she pulled back from me and smiled. Then she turned my head toward Diane. Diane leaned close as her mouth met mine. My eyes were clouded. I felt the thrill of an unfamiliar kiss. I felt Cindy's breast against me and her head on my shoulder watching the kiss. I felt Diane's lovely tit pressed against my arm and then I felt her hand. She found me and softly caressed my cock! For a moment I was worried about Cindy, and then I felt her hand find my balls. Cindy was well aware of what her new friend was doing to me.

My hands tried to find a pussy on each side, but the closeness of us foiled my plan. The girls were just too close and my arms too restrained. Cindy pulled my face to hers and kissed me again. That kiss was full of excitement and then she moved away and pulled my hand to her pussy as Diane kissed me again.

Two fingers found the warm entrance to Cindy's love as Diane kissed me and caressed my manhood. I was beyond knowing. Beyond caring. 

Diane moved and broke the kiss. Cindy was quick to take her place at my mouth. Kissing me deeply as I felt Diane's soft wet body move over mine. I felt my cock between the pussy lips of a strange woman and then I felt her settle down on me. Cindy's kiss became more passionate. She was excited by me fucking her friend! I could hardly believe it.

I felt Diane's warm pussy sliding over my cock. I felt Cindy's tongue probing my mouth. Then she broke the kiss. I looked into her face, expecting anger, but found only lust. 

The situation was so strange to me. The feelings a swirl. The strange pussy milking my cock and yet my emotions held out for Cindy. Diane convulsed and exploded around my cock. She stopped, my cock still inside her, still excited, in need of relief. She kissed me lightly.

"Thank you lover, that was wonderful," Diane said to me and then she dismounted like a cowboy after the rodeo.

Cindy was on me in a flash. I felt her excitement as she mounted me. She was wild! She fucked me hard. There was nothing loving in our union, it was pure lust. We exploded together in a mind numbing orgasm.

After we recovered, Diane led us out of the tub and into her bed. We snuggled together and a while later I fucked Diane again, this time until we were both satisfied. Cindy watched with lust on her face and then I found it in me to rise to the occasion. Diane moved over me while Cindy bucked over my cock and presented me with a succulent pussy. Then we all collapsed.

After we had all recovered, Diane propped herself on one elbow and looked over me to Cindy.

"So, can you handle your man with another woman?" Diane was smiling, she already knew the answer.

"Damn, I've never been so turned on! I love to watch and I love it when you're here to watch us!"

I knew what had happened. This had been a test and more. Cindy had been testing herself to see her reaction to me fucking Diane. I sensed that it was more though. She was also setting me up. She wanted to swing and she was conditioning me with a strange woman before she did what she wanted, to be with another man. I was prepared. I thought I could handle that.

Diane smiled again. "Make sure you buy Cindy the sexiest outfit you can find before you two come to my Valentine's day party!

I knew I would. It would definitely be a different kind of Valentine's day!



Blizzard Revisited Again



March had come like a lion and it was receding like the lamb it was supposed to be. The sun had finally eaten its way through the gray snow clouds and left only an azure sky with pretty puffs of cotton ball cumulous clouds. Here and there, were signs of spring bursting forth. The grass of the lawns I passed were showing signs of green. Soon it would be time to discard even the light coat and enjoy the buds bursting forth on the trees and plants as the days grew longer and warmer.

All around me were the signs of spring, the beauty of a new beginning. The country road on the way home was dotted by potholes caused by the winter melting into spring. Some of them deep enough to be used as bomb shelters! I kept the windows rolled up tight against the cool temperatures. I saw the tractors towing their multi-ganged plows behind them, dredging up fresh black earth as they turned the fertile soil, the moist earth throwing no clouds of dust. I was glad that my windows were rolled tight because I knew that outside those windows the smell of the fresh manure would sting my nose. 

I passed the huge new house where Ron and Diane lived and memories came flooding back. My life had changed in that house. Now I had only to decide if it had changed for the better or the worse.

I could almost feel the bite of the merciless wind that had driven the powdery snow in drifts across the road and forced us to stop here that December day. I remembered the shock that had struck my wife, Cindy, and I as we discovered that we had been forced to crash a swingers party. I remembered how the shock had turned to excitement as we became accustomed to the nudity and the sex around us. I remembered how excited Cindy had become, how she had nearly raped me while others around us fucked and watched us and each other.

I remembered how Cindy had dealt with the unexpected excitement that had come over her after that experience. She, my best friend, the one who could talk to me about anything, had experienced feelings that she could not discuss. Feelings that had overcome her. She had had to work out those feelings for herself. Now it was my turn. 

The memories faded as the huge new house shrunk and finally disappeared in my rear view mirror. My thoughts returned to the beauty of spring.

I pulled up to the mail box and scooped the mail out of the back of the plastic mail container, throwing it on the seat beside me. Our home was several hundred feet off the road, set back in an idyllic pine forest, hidden from the road. Several hundred feet up a rutted and pitted and holed gravel lane that I made notes to have fixed. Three truck loads of fresh gravel should do the trick, that or several thousand dollars worth of asphalt.

Damn!!!! Three deer were having their evening breakfast in our front yard. One brazenly demolishing the shrub by our front door! They looked up and paid scant attention to the car entering the clearing of our front yard. The one munching the shrub into sticks watched the garage door open and calmly wandered to the edge of our yard and resumed eating the tender grass while the car slipped inside the garage. 

I grabbed the mail in one hand and went outside. The three deer just stared. I waved my arms and screamed an obscenity. Two meandered into the pines with hardly a care. The third, the one who had been converting our shrub into scrap wood, just stared, stomped his/her front feet and snorted at me. I moved closer and the deer glared, then turned and calmly walked into the pines, obviously as upset with me for disturbing his meal, as I was at him eating it at my expense. I was conflicted by the emotions evoked by the deer. One couldn't help but be annoyed by wildlife destroying a hundred dollars worth of shrub, but one had to smile at the beauty and the audacity of the wildlife. We obviously considered each other as mutually obnoxious but harmless neighbors.

I went inside and kicked off my shoes on the rug by the laundry room door and threw my light jacket on the dryer, a move sure to upset Cindy when she got there. I would hang it properly when I was done with the mail, hopefully before Cindy got home.

I sat down at the counter and carefully sliced open the envelopes. Were it up to me, I would have ripped them open to get at the interior contents, but Cindy objected and so I carefully sliced the edges to leave neat envelopes. Once they were all neatly opened, I looked at what I had opened.

Two bills. Three offers for new credit cards. One offer of a new mortgage and.... And.... The memories came flooding back again. An invitation from Ron and Diane. Earth day was as good an excuse as any other to hold a swingers party. 

More memories came back to me I saw images from the Valentines Day party. I saw myself looking into the eyes of Carolyn, the woman Diane had introduced to me as my cock first slid into her warm and welcoming pussy. I remembered how Diane and Carolyn had teamed to lick my gooey penis clean. 

My male member rose to greet the thought and then I remembered watching as Ron fucked my Cindy and feeling what he felt, the wonder of her. I felt pride at how well she pleased our new friend and lust for my wife. I felt Cindy's pleasure. 

Cindy had come after me to check on my emotions. She had been worried about my reaction to watching her fuck another man, but I assured her that I was OK with it. I gushed out the way I felt to her. I could almost see the concern turn back into desire.

Later I watched as Cindy pleasured two men. Perhaps I should have felt disgust or anger but instead I felt lust and pride as one exploded in her pussy and another in her mouth. Perhaps my anger was dulled by the presence of Diane bouncing on my lap as I watched my wife. 

I felt strange feelings when she introduced me to her two lovers. Society told me that I should feel anger at her promiscuity but I didn't feel that way about her at all. She did not fuck anyone who asked but chose her lovers carefully. She spent time getting to know them as people, before she took them as human dildoes. Perhaps, I should have felt anger at the two men who had just had my wife, but we just exchanged knowing smiles and I knew that they thought I was a lucky man to have such a sexually skilled wife. And I did.

I felt even more lucky when we got home and my woman showed me the depth of her feeling for me. We talked for hours and I understood that she only loved me. She made love to me with her heart and her whole body but there she fucked the strangers with only her pussy. That night she showed me the depth of her excitement and fucked me till my toes curled and my heart melted with love for my girl.

My problems began the next day and they were still unresolved. I was not jealous of her other lovers. I was not angry with what she had done. I was not ashamed of the strange pussy I had enjoyed. I was jealous of the depth of her emotions, emotions that I did not feel to the same measure and perhaps I could never feel as strongly.

I was the man. I was the one who was supposed to be hot to chase strange pussy. I was the one who should be enthusiastic to rush back for more. Instead, I found that the experience had awoken things in Cindy, instead of me. She had found her exhibitionist side. She had found a great release in her sexuality. Once she thought she had my permission, She had flung herself emotionally as well as physically into swinging.

Cindy, like most women, had been taught to seek the approval, the desire, the praise of males. What more praise could she receive than the appreciation of her naked body, the compliments about how well she performed sexually? She basked in the praise. She gloried in the knowledge that many males openly lusted for her as they gazed upon her spectacular naked body and watched her sexual performance with other men. Those things had smitten her. She was beyond enthusiastic!

I was not jealous of what she did, or what she wanted to do. Instead I was suddenly turned upside down by the depth of her emotion, her desire, her enthusiasm. It should be me who felt that and instead it was her! I felt a stirring in my groin at the thought of those women open to me, but it was dull enjoyment. I would enjoy it, it would be fun to go, but for Cindy it would be a thrill that would envelop her thinking for the next few weeks.

It was strange. I was upset, not at what she would do if we went. Not by the jealousy of her taking other lovers. I was upset at how much she would want to go to the party. How did one explain that? How could I talk to her about it? I felt something totally irrational. Instead of thinking about how to discuss it with Cindy, I pondered whether I should hide the invitation.

As I was thinking about my strange internal conflict, I heard the scrunch of tires on gravel that signaled Cindy's arrival from work. It was too late to hide the invitation. Instead I steeled myself. I would just suppress the emotion and try to pretend that this strange feeling did not exist.

I met Cindy at the door from the garage to the laundry room with outstretched arms. I pulled her into my arms as she smiled coyly at me and then met my lips with her luscious ones. Our tongues reached out to do battle with each other. I was actually thinking about distracting Cindy while I recovered my coat from the dryer. It sort of worked. She didn't notice the coat. Instead she came into the kitchen and noticed the mail on the counter. The first thing she picked up was the invitation. 

I watched the color rush to her cheeks and the broad excited smile come to her lips. She looked at me and almost beamed. Suddenly, I knew what she was thinking. She had misinterpreted the kiss at the door. Instead of understanding the camouflage of my misdeed, she thought it meant I was as excited by the invitation as she!

Cindy rushed to my arms with that excited smile still on her lips. She threw her arms around me. I felt her heat as she held me close. The quickness of her breathe, the heat of her skin. The girl was positively on fire!

She never noticed my misplaced coat. In fact all of our clothes were misplaced as they all wound up in a pile in the middle of the kitchen. She pulled me to her and then us to the kitchen table. She sat on it and then lay back and pulled me to her. The table was the perfect height and I slid easily into her slick tunnel. We made love hard and fast. She, inflamed by the invitation on the counter, and me by the invitation of her open thighs and her obvious need.

The lovemaking was incredible. The tenderness shared between us, after the explosive orgasms, even better. The evening was one blur of passion but I was left even more jealous of Cindy's new found exuberance for swinging. That night we made love again and Cindy made it plain that it was me she loved. Still I was even more jealous of her excitement for the upcoming party.

The next weeks were strange. It wasn't like we weren't talking. We were talking plenty. It's just that I wasn't telling Cindy what I felt. How could I? I didn't know what I did feel or why. The feeling was irrational, but real. As her excitement built for the coming party, mine increased as well but not to the same degree as hers. My irritation level increased markedly as the day grew closer. I tried very hard to conceal that irritation. 

Perhaps we had been together too long. As hard as I tried to conceal my feelings, Cindy knew that something was bothering me. She knew and I knew she knew. Still, I could not find a way to discuss it with her. What could I say? "Gee, Dear, I want us to go. I want you to enjoy yourself. I just don't want you to be more excited about it than I am?"

Cindy did her job, as the swinging wife, incredibly well. She made me totally aware that it was me she loved, that the party was just fun sex with no meaning. I was special. I felt no fear of her leaving me. No jealousy of her other potential lovers. I had no problem with how much she would enjoy the meaningless sex. I only had the strange irritation at her enthusiasm.

I knew that I could say NO, we're not going at any time and Cindy would not have objected, she might have been disappointed but she would have agreed. The problem was, I wanted to go. I wanted those new experiences. I had no problem with Cindy going. I just didn't want her to be so damned excited by it all!

The weekend before the party, Cindy took me shopping. I'm a guy, what the hell do I know about fashion? I barely cared what I wore. Cindy, however, wanted me to look sexy to her new friends. I kept thinking that I didn't much care, I wanted out of my clothes as quickly as possible anyway. I wound up with jeans so damn tight I felt like they'd rip if I bent over and a T-shirt that scooped low enough to show off a couple chest hairs and let my moderately developed biceps show at the arms. To keep with the earth day theme, the shirt was a sky blue with a picture of the earth from space on both the front and back. 

I found myself getting slightly excited, knowing that Cindy was trying to make me more sexy. My wife was trying to help me get some strange pussy! The very idea was exciting.

Then it was her turn. A trip to the intimate attire shop and some sexy shopping for her. Damn that girl looked good in anything! It put a twinge in my twang to know that I was dressing her up for someone else. Finally I was beginning to feel the excitement that I was supposed to!

Finally we had the sexy inside attire chosen... damn seeing Cindy in that black teddy took the starch out of my knees and transferred all that hardness to another part of my anatomy. Then it was time for the outside attire. She chose some black spandex pants that clung to her sexy hips and fairly showed off the cleft of her pussy. On top of that came a white frilly see through top. The girl looked positively good enough to eat (something I planned for as soon as we got home)! Not much for the earth day theme, unless one figured that it would make the guys want to throw Cindy immediately on the ground and fuck her silly! That idea must fit into an earth day celebration!

The thrill of that shopping trip put me in the mood, for sure! In fact I was probably as excited as Cindy for several days. When my enthusiasm equaled Cindy's, my irritation faded to nothingness. By Wednesday though, Cindy was flying even higher and I was coming down from that excitement. I felt that twinge of resentment for her enthusiasm creeping back, by Friday, it was full blown annoyance once more!

The irrational emotional roller coaster had fallen to the bottom by Friday night. Cindy fairly raped me and then she talked into the night about how much fun we were going to have. She teased me about how many beautiful women I was going to fuck and how proud of me she was going to be. 

I think she sensed that something was bothering me and she didn't mention once how much fun she was planning to have. I tried to kid her back, but those comments were half hearted, at best. Still, I did feel a stirring when I thought of watching her with someone else and more than a little excitement at the thought of me with some of those women! By the time I fell asleep, the irritation had faded as my own excitement had slightly risen from the bottom. Damn it! I wanted her to have fun. I wanted to watch her being fucked. I just didn't want her to be more enthusiastic than me! I knew this feeling didn't make sense and I was slightly annoyed at myself for feeling it!

Saturday started wonderfully. I think Cindy was like a little girl at Christmas! I don't know how much she slept but I know she awoke before me. I know that, because what woke me up was the feel of lips on my penis! 

As I came awake I saw her lips sliding up and down on me. I pulled her up and looked into her eyes before I kissed her. I felt her wiggle her very moist pussy until it found the tip of my cock and she pushed herself down onto me. A gasp escaped my lips as I felt the warm slippery splendor of her tight pussy enveloping me. My arms wrapped around her waist and rocked her on my cock as I pulled her lips to mine. I was lost in the wonder of her. The smell of her skin. The taste of her kiss. The soft brush of her hair against my face. The feel of her full breasts against my chest. The slick wonder of her pussy sliding on my cock. My emotions were lost, there was just the splendor of the two of us locked together in body and mind. Then the excitement overcame me. It felt as if my soul was rushing to my cock, trying to merge with her! I felt the spasms of her pussy contracting in orgasm around my cock and I exploded. In that heavenly moment, it felt as if we had joined to form a single being. We were one, enveloped in joy.

For half an hour, after our loving was done, I just held Cindy. Her head laying on my shoulder as her body laid on mine. My softening prick slowly sliding from her juicy hole. We savored the touch of our bodies and said nothing. I basked in the feel of her against me. 

Slowly my reason returned. I did, after all, want to go to this party and there was a lot to do first! The annoyance was gone and the excitement was coming back! It was I who broke the embrace. 

I led Cindy into the shower by the hand. We washed each other and as my bare soapy hands lathered her pubic hair, I thought of another man touching her there and my cock rose to the occasion. She felt the head of my prick touch her waist and her hand pulled the bar of soap from me just before that same soapy hand locked around my shaft.

"Mmmmmmmm", Cindy moaned. "Something got your motor running." She snuggled her wet, warm, naked body against mine. I kissed her lips lightly as our wet slippery bodies crushed together under the warm spray.

"I was just thinking that someone else was going to be touching you there in a few hours. Kind of got my motor running."

She giggled. Her hand stroked my cock. "And another woman will have her hands on this. I can't wait to see that!" Her hand went up and down my cock again. "So what do you think of watching another man touching my pussy?"

The image of the two men fucking her ran through my mind. If it was possible, my cock got harder. "I can't wait to see it!" And I knew that was true, I just didn't want her to be more excited than me! "I can't wait to see them do more than touch you! Now let go of my cock and lets get moving. I want to save some of it for the other girls."

She giggled and snuggled. "OK, you naughty boy! Lets get going then. We don't want to use him all up before the party."

Out of the shower, into street clothes, off to breakfast. Off to get the price of admission. The invitation was clear. It was Earth day, almost anyway, the Saturday after. Ron and Diane had a new house with minimal landscaping. The price of admission to their party was a tree or shrub to be planted during the opening ceremonies of the party. Two cases of beer, a couple bottles of wine, and two fifths of liquor all went into the back of the explorer. The final stop, a trip to the drug store. Cindy insisted we buy two dozen condoms. A dozen for her and another dozen for me. It always made me think of my youth on those rare occasions when I bought condoms and brought the red to my face. 

We wouldn't have been in any hurry, if we hadn't gotten up so late but it was already pushing 2:00 P.M. when we got home. The planting ceremony was scheduled to 3:00. My irritation was totally gone. I was starting to feel the same excitement that Cindy did. I could hardly wait to get there!

Suddenly Cindy was in a hurry. I shaved again and put on the Cologne that Cindy told me to. Cindy was fixing her already flawless hair, shaving her legs, doing the makeup that she didn't need, and whatever else women had to do or thought they had to do, to get ready for a sex party! I just watched and smiled. There was something intriguing about a beautiful naked woman contorting her body to shave her silky legs.




Blizzard Revisited Again



Finally it was time to wiggle myself into the too tight jeans. I cursed a bit. Men are supposed to dress comfortably. It's women who are supposed to squirm and strain into paint tight pants! I guess this swinging thing was turning everything around!

Cindy emptied her purse so it could contain her frilly teddy, a dozen condoms, her wallet, and keys. Her purse had never felt so light! Damn was there ever a pile of junk on the dresser where she had emptied the rest of the contents!

First Cindy pulled on a frilly beige bra and put on the see through blouse. She strutted her stuff for me then removed the bra and asked me which way was sexier. Decisions, decisions! Nothing is sexier than Cindy's beautiful naked tits, but there was something to be said about how that bra lifted and separated leaving some very sexy cleavage! I thought about it for a while and then told her to put the bra on This was torture! There wasn't room in my tight pants for the hard on she was making me have! 

Sometimes, the weather in Northern Indiana can be fickle in April but this was going to be a perfect day! The temperature was 72 and the sky was blue! Perfect for a bit of planting on a spring day. I was practically hyperventilating on the drive over thinking of what I was going to plant!

We were early, but only a few minutes. Probably because I was driving too fast wanting to get there! But then, we weren't the first. Ron and Diane were from Chicago and their friends were all from the big city. We were, in fact, the only local couple and everyone else had a couple hour drive to get here. Four of the couples had allowed some extra time and hadn't needed it. They had beaten us there.

For most of the couples it was a weekend in the country.

I unloaded the maple tree we had brought and put it with the other four that were already out. Asking your friends to bring a tree or shrub is not a very good way to landscape. The early offerings were a very mixed lot.

No one was exactly dressed for serious yard work! Maybe I was prejudiced but I thought Cindy was the most beautiful woman. Diane came in a close second. The other four were not bad looking but not in the same league as Cindy. The other men seemed to agree. The four strangers nearly drooled over her. I was in serious danger of ripping my pants from the erection! The question was, what was causing that early reaction? The four women who were not shy about getting to know me or the attention Cindy was getting?

Ron led me back to help with the hog he was barbecuing over a huge kettle cooker. I think he thought that since I'm from the country, I should know about cooking whole hogs. He was wrong.

We waited until 3:30 for those planning to be fashionably late. By then there was quite a crowd. There were 17 couples gathered with 19 offerings for the yard. Somebody must have brought more than one.

First order of business, if you didn't consider sizing up the opposite sex, was to divide the bootie into types and kinds of fauna and then decide what to do with it. Cindy was actively involved in the discussion. I said nary a word. I have a black thumb! My idea of a good plant is one made of silk that takes no fertilizer, no sun, no water, and only needs an occasional dusting. The perfect lawn is green cement, preferably with a built in water system to automatically wash it clean! 

The next hour and a half was rather interesting. Watching a bunch of people dressed for sex, not gardening, plant trees and bushes and shrubs. More than a little attractive tit showed in those clothes as the women helped place plants in the ground. I was a hero however, I was the one with the beer in the cooler.

By 5:00 the meat was falling off the well done rotating carcass in the barbecue and I helped Ron peal it off into disposable aluminum tins. Some of their friends had brought buns and paper plates and napkins and disposable silverware. I discovered that Ron had placed a bunch of pealed potatoes in pots under the hog where the juices dripped on them. 

The next couple hours, until the sun went down and the temperatures dropped below the level of comfort, were spent munching whole hog sandwiches, wolfing down food and getting to know each other.

I had the attention of a number of very attractive ladies, and I must confess a real interest in later activities. My mind was not just undressing them (a feat that would take little effort in reality) but also pictured me engaged in some rather interesting activities with them. Cindy had a full entourage of men following her around. My jealousy had left me and I found it humorous to watch the men drool and Cindy play them like guitars. 

No one was making any sexual moves, but the tension was thick in the air. I could hardly contain my desire to get on with the activities. A feeling intensified by the cute busty red head hanging on my every word.

Ron came over to me and smiled. "Don't worry, it'll all happen soon."

"It's that obvious?"

"Not to me, but Diane noticed. This is the interesting time. Everyone knows what they want to do, but they are all waiting for someone else to do the first ummmm dance. Call this the foreplay for the evening. I kind of enjoy the tension actually."

I chuckled. "Yeah, it is kind of exciting."

Judy, the red head, snuggled her body close to me. I could feel the heat from her. "Don't worry, darlin, you're going to be," she chuckled, "Dancing soon, if I have anything to say about it." Her eyes met mine and I saw the invitation in them.

Ron smiled at me. "Cindy is sure enjoying the game isn't she? She sure has a following."

I looked at my wife, then smiled at Ron. I wasn't jealous anymore. In fact I was excited knowing that all those men wanted my wife and excited by the thought of watching them with her. The presence of the busty red head rubbing her ample breasts against my arm had some effect as well. I smiled at Ron. "She sure is drawing a crowd."

"You're a lucky man. She is one sexy lady." 

I looked at Diane and remembered the enthusiasm of her bouncing on my lap. I remembered the silky feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock. I remembered how luscious her tits were. I smiled back at him. "You're pretty lucky, yourself. Diane is one hot woman!"

He smiled. "Don't I know it. We're both pretty lucky to have women willing to share us. Now come on, it's time to move this party inside."

Judy smiled at me. "I think, I'm going to be the lucky one that she shares. If you think Diane is sexy. Wait till I get my hands on you." She emphasized the point by brushing her hand over the front of my pants.

For just a second I considered bringing up the subject of my weird jealousy of Cindy's enthusiasm with Ron and Judy, but decided against it. I just went over and stood beside Cindy as she chatted with three men. Judy stayed right with me. Cindy smiled at me. "I think the party is moving inside, dear." I said to her.

Cindy looked from Judy to me and smiled a knowing smile. "Go on in and have fun. I'll be right behind you."

I didn't have time to turn. Judy grabbed my arm and led me to the house. As we walked, I mused that there was something wonderful about swingers. You certainly didn't have to play any games. Judy wanted to "dance" with me and she let it be well known! I did not have to guess what she wanted.

Judy led me into the house and directly up the stairs. Ron and Diane had already told us all the rules. Any bedroom with an open door was available. If you didn't want extra company, close the door. If you left it open, then don't object to someone else joining in. Make sure the bedroom door is left open when you're done.

Judy led me to the first open door and quickly through it. She turned in a flash and had her arms around me. Our lips met in a long passionate kiss. My arms wrapped around her trim waist as our tongues danced together. I drank in the smell of her. My dick sprang to life inside those tight pants. She felt my arousal against her belly. Her hand slid along my body from my back where it had naturally been when we embraced, to feel the swelling in my pants. She broke the kiss as her hands moved to my belt. She tugged at it for a moment and then my hands moved hers out of the way as I unfastened the belt and then the pants.

Her eyes locked on my front as I tugged my pants down. A soft moan escaped her lips as my hard cock sprang into view. She took a long look and then pealed her own clothes off. 

I pulled my shirt over my head, reluctant to take my eyes away from her as she pulled the sexy frilly shirt off her frame. I stood there naked as she discarded her bra. My eyes watched those luscious pale tits with the pink nipples. I watched her as she stooped down to tug her pants off. I watched to see if she was naturally a red head. The pale skin spoke of her true hair color but she was shaved. 

She came back into my arms and I felt her breasts against my chest. My erection brushed the soft skin of her belly as we kissed again. A long lingering kiss. My hands found the soft bulge of her breasts and lightly weighed them as my thumbs found her nipples.

She broke the kiss and her eyes smiled into mine. She stepped back and looked at me. Then she smiled and stepped to the door, swinging it shut. "I want you all to myself." She said. Her voice husky. I voiced no comment as she stepped back to me and pressed her body against my back as her hands found my stomach and then slid lower to grasp my manhood. She kissed my neck, sending shivers through me and then broke away and took my hand and led me to the bed.

I kissed her passionately and then my mouth worked down her body, kissing her neck, shoulder and then her left breast. I sucked the nipple into my mouth as my hand found a very wet pussy. She arched her back as my finger slid over her clit. I moved my lips to her other nipple as her fingers found my hair.

I started to move my mouth lower but Judy pulled me up by the ears. She didn't say anything but as our lips met, I felt my cock near her slick entrance. Her hand reached down to grasp me and aim my cock at her. I didn't need more of an invitation than that. I slid into her in one smooth thrust. We both gasped at the feel. I paused for a moment, just enjoying the tight, warm, wet feel of her. Her legs wrapped around me and her back arched below me. Her hands found my back and she began to rock her hips at me as her hands pulled me to her. I rocked into her in the rhythm dictated by her hips and her hands.

I tuned into the rhythm of her body, trying to feel what she liked most and repeating it. As I learned the way she liked me to thrust, her body reacted. 

Judy's head rocked from side to side as she moaned loudly. I was excited by her loud vocalizations and rammed her harder. I felt her pussy convulse around me as her eyes rolled. Her whole body convulsed under me and then was done. I kept slamming into her and then she came alive again. As I felt her explode a second time, the pressure built in me. Her hips were rolling into me and her head twisting as I exploded into her. Our bodies slowed as we gasped for breath. I collapsed beside her.

Judy's eyes smiled into mine as my fingers roamed over her naked body. She kissed me softly.

"Thank you, Darlin! You were wonderful!" She smiled at me across the pillow.

"You were pretty good yourself!" I said to her.

She sat up and then pulled herself erect. I watched her as she pulled on her clothes. Judy opened the door and was gone. I was filled with strange feelings. The joy of having just had sex with a beautiful almost stranger and an empty feeling at her departure. I got up and pulled on my own clothes.

I had barely stepped into the hall when I heard a familiar sound. The sound of my wife in the throws of orgasm. I took a few steps toward the sound and found an open bedroom door. Inside a man was hammering my wife while a dark hared woman watched. I watched fascinated as the man exploded into my wife. The olive skinned woman smiled at me then went to where the man's body mated with my wife. 

I watched as she licked his testicles and then reached for his softening prick as he pulled out of Cindy and pulled the cock to her mouth. The girl sucked the penis, gooey from my wife's juices clean. As the man rolled off Cindy, the girl lowered her face to attack Cindy's pussy, licking and sucking her man's juices from my wife.

Cindy's eyes opened wide as she watched the woman. Her mouth tensed as if to protest and then she laid back and let her lick. At first Cindy's body was stiff with apprehension and then she relaxed. I watched her face as it went from shocked to pleasured. My cock sprang to life.

The naked man smiled and waved me into the room. I nodded and then went to my wife as I stripped naked. Cindy's eyes locked on mine and then I kissed her. I felt the excitement and the pleasure in her as her hand reached out and grasped my familiar cock. She pulled me toward her mouth.

The brunet looked up from eating Cindy's pussy. "Hun, those things taste lots better when they have a little sauce on them." She wiggled her ass in invitation.

Cindy laid there, her hand wrapped around my cock, her mouth open. The pressure of her hand pulling me toward her mouth eased. A strange look crossed her face, half disgust, half excitement. The disgust faded, replaced by pure desire. She didn't say a word. She just looked into my eyes and a slight smile appeared on her mouth. She nodded at me.

I moved away and took a look at the brunet. She was very attractive with long dark brown hair and olive skin. She had pendulous breasts and was a few pounds over ideal weight but still very attractive. I moved behind her. The woman wiggled her pussy at me as I moved up to her. We both had to adjust our height and then I popped easily into her. She made a noise into Cindy's pussy as I penetrated. I began to thrust into her pussy as she bounced with me against Cindy's clit. Cindy's eyes looked over the girl to lock on mine as I fucked her new friend.

Cindy's eyes rolled as her hips rocked into the girl's face as a long wave of orgasm came over my wife. A few moments later the brunet gasped as her pussy convulsed in orgasm around my cock. The sight and sound of Cindy and the girl both cumming pushed me over the edge and I exploded into the girl's pussy.

The girl kept licking softly on Cindy's clit as I pulled out of her. Cindy's eyes looked onto mine. There was a strange look there. "Mmmmmmm.. bring me that thing!", She said to me.

I moved around the bed again and presented my wife with my semi-erect cock. She sucked it into her mouth. "Yummy!" She giggled with her mouth full. She sucked and licked with vigor, using all her talents on my dick, but it wasn't responding. I pulled away.

The brunet looked up from my wife's pussy and smiled. "I'm Debbie by the way." She gave me a dazzling smile as I looked into her brown eyes. "You want more, honey?" She asked my wife.

Cindy said nothing. There was a strange look on her face. Not excitement, not disgust but interest. Debbie moved over her and Cindy's tongue reached out tentatively. She licked and sucked on Debbie's pussy and Debbie closed her eyes. After a few minutes she shuddered slightly and then moved off Cindy.

The man and I smiled at each other. I went over to my wife and give her a great big kiss on her gooey lips sharing the taste of Debbie's pussy. When I looked up from the kiss, the couple was gone.

Cindy looked around the room, discovering that we were alone.

"Did you like the show.. and the pussy?"

I smiled at her. "I sure did. So how did you like the pussy?"

"Strange. I wouldn't have thought I would like it, but it was kind of fun. Now I see why you like to eat my pussy."

We laughed together for a moment. "Shall we get dressed and join the party?" I asked her.

We both watched a naked couple walk by the open door. "I guess we don't need to get dressed. But lets join the party." 

A few months ago, I would have been shocked if my wife had suggested we wander around our own home naked and now it seemed normal to wonder around someone else's house with no clothing. I think Cindy was reading my mind. "I actually like being naked now. Wouldn't have believed it a few weeks ago." We both chuckled.

Strangely I didn't feel out of place without clothing. We weren't the only ones. About a third of the people were naked, another third of the women were wearing lingerie, while the last third were still wearing their "outside" clothing. 

I suddenly realized that I was thirsty and went off to get both Cindy and I a drink. When I came back with two beers, Cindy had company on the couch. A man sat on one side talking to my wife while one of his hands rested on her naked thigh. I smiled and sat down beside her. I was actually enjoying watching my wife flirt with him. 

We talked and joked for a while. I looked at my watch and realized that it was still only 8:30. The man's hand was wandering up her thigh. Cindy smiled and spread her legs as her hand found his and put his hand in her pussy. I watched him finger fuck her for a while as we held a perfectly normal conversation, with the exception of some rosy color creeping into Cindy's face. It seemed a rather surreal scene.

Finally, Cindy looked at the man. "Are you going to take me upstairs or fuck me right here?"

Bill needed no further coaxing. He stood and took my lady's hand. I debated if I should follow and watch the show or stay there. I finally decided to let Cindy have her way with the man alone if she wished.

I wandered back to the kitchen where the beverages were. Judy was standing there resting her naked bum against the counter while holding a discussion with two other women, one naked, the other in sexy lingerie. I took in the sight of Judy's pale ponderous tits and then looked to her two friends. 

The naked one was a very petite blond. She stood barely 5 feet tall in her bare feet. Her skin was pale and her blond hair shined. There was a sparkle in her blue eyes. Her breasts were firm and shapely but not overly large. Her waist was trim. The light curls of her pubic hair was trimmed into a landing strip pointing toward the cleft in her pouty pussy. Her blond hair framed her face nicely as it fell straight to her shoulders where it curved upward.

In contrast the other girl was very tall, taller than I, and dark complected. She was also a big girl but she had chosen her lingerie carefully to show off her figure. Her tits were exceptionally large. The straight falling lingerie hid the fact that her waist was slightly larger than it should have been but the material let her large dark nipples show through. She may have been a touch heavier than required, but that was more than made up for by a dazzling smile with gleaming white teeth and brown eyes that sparkled.

Judy spotted me and her eyes lit up. She reached out her arms in invitation. I walked into her arms and wrapped my arms around her in a tight naked hug. My cock responded to the touch of naked skin.

"Mmmmm stud! I was just telling the girls about you." She giggled. "I think you should save some of that for them." She broke the hug but left one arm around me. I felt a little self conscious with my half hard cock. I shouldn't have. Except for a brief glance from each woman at my midsection, they paid no attention.

Judy made the introductions. The blond was Pat, an apt name for a blond bombshell. The big dark girl was Tammy, a name that didn't fit with her appearance at all.

"I'm telling you, girls, this one is good! I think we should drag him off to a bedroom while we have the chance." A flush of excitement went through me. I felt a surge of pride at the compliment and a gush of excitement at the thought of having three women.

Tammy looked deep into my eyes. "Sounds like a plan to me!" Her eyes twinkled. 




Blizzard Revisited Again



Judy urged me toward the living room and the stairs beyond as Tammy put an arm around me. I was led to slaughter. A Naked woman with an arm around me on one side, at rubinesk brunet in lingerie on the other and a naked blond following. All I could think was "WOW"!

What we discovered was that six bedrooms was not enough for a party this size. All the rooms were occupied. Three of the doors were open but the beds were already accommodating writhing people.

The four of us peeked into each room and then made some lured comments in the few minutes that we waited. The wait was short. A door opened and Cindy and Bill emerged hand in hand. Bill must have been a fast study!

Cindy's eyes met mine. She saw the gaggle of women around me and raised her eyebrows then broke into a broad smile. Cindy sent Bill on his way and stayed to watch.

The girls wasted no time dragging me into the empty room. Judy closed the door as soon as Cindy was through. I heard the door close but didn't see it! Tammy had already pulled me to her and our tongues were dueling. I felt hands pushing the two of us apart and then a tongue on my very erect penis. The sensations were mixed and a blur. I only knew that I was kissing Tammy. I knew there were one and then two tongues on my cock and I felt eyes watching but I didn't know who was watching and who was licking.

I don't know who or how I was moved to the bed but at least three women directed me there. I happily half fell onto my back on the bed as the kiss and lick session temporarily broke up.

Tammy who had been directly in front of me was quickly out of her scant clothing and following me up the bed. My eyes locked on hers as she rose over my manhood and then lowered herself down on me. I felt hands spread my legs as a tongue found my testicles. Pat was approaching the head of the bed and I saw Cindy watching with fire in her eyes. 

I watched as Pat straddled my face and lowered her pussy to my face. My tongue reached out to taste her as my nose drank in the smell of inflamed pussy. My senses were overcome. I felt a tongue on my scrotum and lips around my nipple. 

As Tammy bounced, my concentration was directed to pleasing the clit on my face and the sensation of warm wet pussy sliding on my cock was only a vague very pleasant feeling somewhere below my conscious. Pat's body jerked as she convulsed in orgasm, spilling warm wet tasty juice over my face. Her body sagged and she crawled off me. I saw the intense look in Cindy's face as her mouth withdrew from my nipple. She watched as Judy came around the bed. Tammy stopped her movements on my cock as Judy crawled over my face and lowered her pussy to my waiting lips. My tongue reached out and my concentration returned to licking and pleasing the new pussy pressed to my face.

"Oh My God! Lover!", It was Judy's voice. "You are just as good with your tongue as you are with your cock." I heard a slight giggle and knew it was Cindy.

I felt Tammy's pussy convulse around my cock. I heard her throaty moans as she exploded. I felt her body shaking from side to side. I felt her back arch and her hips thrust hard into me. Then I felt her body sag and she slid from me. All I could see was the beautiful folds of Judy's pussy on my face. Lips engulfed my throbbing cock. I had no idea whose! Fingers hefted my balls. 

The feeling came on me suddenly, unexpectedly. I felt the pressure, more intense than I had ever felt before. The explosion rocked my body with an intensity I had never felt before. I felt greedy lips suck until I was empty and then release my cock. I tried hard to keep ministering to Judy's pussy as she began to grind her hips against my face. 

I felt totally drained, exhausted. Still I tried to concentrate on the movements of the lady on my face. I concentrate on giving back the pleasure I have just felt. I hear Judy literally scream in pleasure as she slams her pussy into my face. For a moment I am near panic, unable to breathe. Then she moves herself and I gulp down air before the pulsing vagina crushes into my face once more. Many seconds pass but before I need air, Judy collapses, her head at my feet. I can hear her gasping for breath.

My body relaxes totally as I feel that I have fulfilled my duty to the women. The toil done. Now I can relax. Still my vision is blocked by Judy's thighs wrapped around my face and her pussy is right before my eyes. As I regain some of my strength, I crane my neck and kiss her pussy lightly. 

Judy twitches and I hear her speak. "This is your husband?" I don't see Cindy nod her head but I know she does. "Damn, you are one lucky woman! This boy is Goooood!!!!"

As she says that, Judy rolls off my body. "Believe me, I know how lucky I am!" Cindy says.

I see Cindy's face near mine and she leans down to kiss me. She licks the juice off my face. My hand reaches for her and cups her breast. I'm exhausted but filled with love for my wife. A strange emotion for a time when I have just had three other women. Cindy lays beside me and cuddles as the other three wander off. I pay scant attention to them.

"Tiger, they are going to be talking about you for years." My wife says in my ear and she giggles. She senses my exhaustion and gives me a few more minutes to recover before she prods me out of bed and leads me out of the bedroom. Where there is a line at the door.

Either I'm too tired to even notice or the novelty has worn off. I hardly notice my own nudity, or that of the others. I don't even feel self conscious around those people who are fully, if sexily clad. There seem to be people everywhere around the house. The couch in the living room is vacant and I count myself lucky to drag Cindy there and plunk down. 

Cindy snuggles her naked body against mine and smiles at me. "Hun, you look like you could use a drink. Want me to go get you something?"

I nod my head and Cindy heads for the kitchen. I can't help but watch her beautiful naked butt as she wanders off. Damn I feel lucky!

Despite the visual image of Cindy and a few others of interest, I recover slowly from my sexual exhaustion. It seems a long time before Cindy comes back and following her are another couple. The facing love seat is full so Cindy curls her naked body up on the floor leaning against my legs while the girl sits her equally naked body down beside me.

It seems perfectly normal to discuss the weather while surrounded by naked people. After a while, the man asks us if we would like to accompany them upstairs. Cindy looks up at me with hopeful eyes. I smile down at her.

"I think I'd like to sit this one out. But if Cindy wants to go, it's fine with me." Cindy gives me a half smile. I think that means she wants to go but would have preferred if I had gone with her. Iwas feeling back to myself an hour later when Cindy came back with a huge smile on her face. 

We both continued to mingle although I did not ask anyone else to "dance".

An hour later I saw Cindy wander up the stairs and then right back down from the upstairs bedrooms with two naked men in tow. I watched from across the room as they had a heated discussion. Then Cindy snuggled up to both of them. I watched her hands reach out and grab a cock in each hand as she kissed from one man to the other. That leads to an amazing threesome on the floor before me. I watch in awe and pride as Cindy takes care of her two studs with true enthusiasm and skill. She is pleasured, as I have never seen her. When they are done, Cindy is crumpled like a dishrag. This kind of shock and awe I can deal with!

By the time they are finished, both my strength and my erection are restored to normal. She nearly crawls to the sofa and I join her. Cindy slumps her body against mine. Her eyes look into mine and I smile at her.

Cindy recovers much more quickly than I and half an hour later when Ron and Diane come to join us, Cindy is back to her perky self.

Diane complains that they have had not had any time with their neighbors. What do you say to a beautiful naked woman when she complains (in other words) that you haven't fucked her yet? Nothing! You just follow her to her bedroom.

The two giggling naked women beat us to the bedroom and flung themselves on the bed, side by side. I looked at them and my body reacted! How could it not?

The two women reach out their arms, beckoning us. Ron and I exchange smiles as he heads for Cindy's arms and I for Diane. 

Diane pulls me to her. Our lips meet in a long wet passionate kiss. Beside me I hear the sounds of Cindy exchanging a lip lock with Ron. I feel the motion of the bed as Cindy wiggles under Ron and the sounds of Diane moaning under my kiss.

I hear the gasp from Cindy as Ron enters her and then feel the bed begin to move as Ron begins to thrust. Cindy makes short gasps on each thrust which further inflames my member.

The sound spurs Diane on. Her hand reaches for me and urges me inside her. I feel the wet silken warmth of her pussy engulf me. I push slowly into her until I hit bottom and then wait a moment, just basking in the wonderful feel of her. Our kiss becomes more passionate. I feel eyes on me and I rise to my hands as I begin to rock into Diane.

I look beside me and see Ron looking at me, watching me pound his wife. My eyes look lower to Cindy. Her face a strange mingling of emotions. Her eyes look to mine with a trace of a smile and then the next thrust causes her eyes to close in pleasure. Then she looks to Ron's face. 

I look into Diane's eyes as I thrust into her again. Her eyes look back and then roll. 

The sounds of the two women inflame me. I feel the pressure build. My breathing quickens and Diane feels it. Her pussy grasps my cock, milking it. Her eyes beg for my offering. Then her breathing comes in gasps and the clenching of her pussy is no longer to bring my pleasure but a sign of her own.

For a moment, I lose track of everything. There is only Diane and me, as we explode together. As I come down I sense that Cindy came with us. Ron explodes as the three of us are slowly getting our breath back to normal. 

The four of us smile at each other and the girls giggle. A strange sound for the aftermath of sex but somehow exciting. 

As Ron and I roll off our women, they roll together in a 69. 

I watched my wife, obviously enjoying her lesbian encounter. Unlike earlier in the evening, Cindy is alive with excitement, committed totally to the experience. The two women lick each other clean before exploding in orgasm. 

The scene was incredible. Two beautiful naked women fully enjoying each other.

It wasn't long after that that Cindy and I went home, minus one sock and Cindy's bra, which we could only hope would show up later.

After we crawled into bed, both seemingly exhausted, Cindy told me all about her adventures, including her introduction into the world of bisexuality. The sexual energy returned for both of us. The retelling rekindled our mutual desire and we made love. 

I told her about my adventures and since I thought I knew who's mouth I had blown my wad into, and knew that she knew the answer, I shushed her. The not knowing was more exciting than the knowledge would have been. We made love again.

Cindy had had another new awakening. There was even more excitement in her than before.

A week later, the excitement had gone for me but the glow was still in Cindy. Diane called and I could see the excited flush on Cindy's face as she talked to her. I felt the twinge of irritation creeping up on me again. I closed my eyes and pictured the four women fucking me silly. My cock and my level of enthusiasm both came up and I smiled. The irritation was gone and I knew that from now on, all I would have to do to banish the feeling was close my eyes and think of that experience. I could only wonder what it would have been like if I had not had that experience. Would the irritation have gone on? Would it have ended our swinging or worse our marriage? The only answer I have is that when I close my eyes and think back, all is right with the world.