0 comments/ 15075 views/ 0 favorites Snowed In By: Nicola31 It all began at work with every customer that came into the bank, telling me just how much snow we were going to get, but being a federally run company we couldn't close until they told us we could, even though the snow was coming down at two or three inches an hour. The steady stream of customers that had been making their way in and out of the bank was starting to dwindle, and I finally had a chance to take my morning and lunch break even though it was mid afternoon. As I was getting ready to run to the store to pick of a few supplies instead of actually taking a lunch, the manager called out, "Great news everyone, we can close and all go home." I was relieved because the snow continued to come down at a steady pace, I cashed out my drawer and got my car dug out of the snow, and drove very carefully to the packed store, I guess I wasn't the only one who needed to pick up a few things. I drove around the crowded parking lot until I finally found an empty space for my car to park in, and with luck there was a snow -covered cart right next to my spot, I brushed the snow off deciding that this was better than trying to find one inside the store. I weaved in and out of people as I went aisle to aisle gathering the items that were on my list, batteries, candles, water, you could never be too prepared for a big storm. I found the chips and opted for the last bag of baked cheddar cheese, but as my fingers touched the bag another pair of fingers also touched the bag at the same time, I let go and looked up and there he was, this hunk, his shoulders so broad, his hands one and a half times bigger than mine, clean shaven and casually dressed. I was amazed that I had never seen him before, but after introducing ourselves, and finding out your name was Curt, I also found out that you had just bought a house here, and actually had just returned the moving truck, with things still in boxes you decided to pick up a few things since, the important things were in a box somewhere. I decided to let you have the bag of chips, noting to myself mentally that I had just did my good deed for the day, I grabbed the nearest bag, and said, "Have a nice day." I hurried grabbing the rest of the stuff, and got into one of those lines that seems never ending, as I stood in line patiently I read the headlines on the Enquirer now that was entertainment… as I began loading my groceries on the conveyer belt, I heard a familiar hello and as I turned around I soon realized that it was you, the hunk from the chip aisle standing in the lane next to me. You just started talking like we had been old friends, my face feeling as though it was on fire as my groin stirred. I made small talk back to you not really knowing what to say, I have never met anyone as nice looking as you, and for once I was at a loss for words. I paid my bill, signed my credit card receipt and headed out the automatic doors wishing you well. I had to load the bags into my car and then re-brush the snow off the car, I had just started my car up, when I heard a tap on my window, your car was stuck in the snow, and you wanted to know if I had a number for a wrecker service, well I do have one but, with all this snow, they won't be able to come until the snow stops, because they also are the ones who plow all of the main roads. I asked you if you would like to come stay at my house until they could get your car out, and you agreed thanking me, stating that you just wanted to get a few things out of your car, we loaded your things in and headed to my house, I was very nervous and you volunteered to take over driving, which was fine by me. It took us a while but we finally made it to the house, we were snow-covered by the time we finished unpacking the car, I suggested that you go take a hot shower and I would put some coffee on, so I showed you the way and got you settled as I went about putting stuff away and getting that much needed coffee brewing. When you appeared you were wearing a pair of sweatpants and a towel around your neck, I couldn't believe that you were standing half naked in my kitchen, I had to force the words "Coffee's ready" out of my mouth, picking up my mug, I took a big sip buying time before I had to say anything else. "Um, good coffee", you stated after taking a sip yourself as you walked over to me, looked into my eyes, and said, "Thank you for having me", and then kissed me, I returned your kiss my mouth opening slightly to allow your tongue to enter, we explored each others mouths, my arms went around your neck, as your found my waist. We stayed like that kissing in the kitchen for a long period only pausing to look into each other's eyes, and what beautiful eyes you had. I told you to light a fire in the fireplace while I took a quick hot shower myself, and before long I was standing before you in my silk leopard skin nighty with a matching robe, I pulled the ribbon freeing the tied robe it fell open revealing my silky thighs, and bare shoulders. I stood before you pulling you up to me, I planted a kiss on your soft lips and told you to lay down on the fur throw, I knelt between your legs, kissing your ears, neck, lips and chest slowly working my way down to your stomach, just a small part of my breasts revealed at this time, I slid your sweatpants off your body, revealing the biggest cock I had ever seen, I started by holding your semi-erect cock at the base, licking all over and running my tongue up and down the shaft, I then took your penis between my lips and slide my mouth gradually down to its base and then back again I continuously slid my lips up and down your shaft, stopping only to gently nibble the sides. My free hand found your balls cupping, fondling and stroking them. I soon had a hot wad of cum in my mouth swallowing my much wanted reward. You removed my nighty, I could feel the warmth where your body had just been, you kissed my lips and then my neck as I squirmed with delight, you continued downward stopping at my breasts taunting my erect nipples with your tongue, mouth and fingers; things continued to stir between my legs and I couldn't wait to have your hot lips on my pussy, and as you kissed your way down my stomach I found myself spreading my legs farther impatiently awaiting your arrival. It seemed like forever for you to reach my freshly shaven womanhood, and you wasted no time beginning, you twirled my clit with your tongue and I knew that it would take long for you to make me cum, you moved running your tongue in between my lips and finally entering your tongue inside moving it up and down, in and out. My heavy breathing became moans which grew louder as I neared orgasm, my pussy so wet from the attention you gave it, I began to shake all over and then felt myself tensing to release my love juice to you, you lapped up every drop but didn't stop, you moved next to me kissing me, as your fingers touched my clit, I found your big cock and began moving my hand wanting you to get hard again so that I could ride you. Your fingers brought me to another orgasm not to long after the first and the moans escaping my throat seemed to turn you on even more, you were stiff again, which was my clue to take my post. I had you sit up and put your feet together so that you sort of formed a diamond with your legs and feet. I stood straddled over you, and sat down with my feet resting behind your tight ass, your arms held my bend legs to your body and your warm hands held my butt, I leaned back, my back arching which pushed my big tits towards you and rested my hands on each side of your ankles. I slid down your hard cock that I had just finished coaxing into life, and began rhythmically squeezing and letting go with my thighs, I was in control so whatever direction I wanted this lovemaking session to go was my choice. Your lips once again found my hard nipples as I continued the movements with my thighs. My clit was positioned at the base of your manhood and with the movement of my hips it was being stimulated by the base of your cock, "Curt, Oh Curt", I began moaning soft at first and then louder, you sucked and nibbled my breasts and nipples until I couldn't take anymore. I sat up wrapping my arms around you nibbling at your ears and neck. I could hear moans escaping from your own throat, my pussy beginning to have spasms and my juices are freely flowing. I have increased the tempo, as my hands touch you all over, I am so hot and from your response I pick up that you are also, it has become a hot steamy session, with hands moving all over the other's body, lips pressing in a hot kiss, hearts feeling as though they are going to pound right through the skin, breathing and moans coming louder and at shorter intervals as my pussy milks your cock for your own love juice, so wet from the act you can hear the sounds of your cock moving in and out of my pussy, I am once again so close, my nails dig into your back as I steady myself for what is about to come, I kiss you trying to stop the eruptions from happening but I can't and I throw my head back as my gush of fluid drowns your cock that is pumping its own fluid inside me, I scream, "Curt, Oh Yes!!" As my body once again shakes, I dig my nails a little deeper into your skin bracing as my orgasm continues, I can't make it and it won't stop until finally I subside into a calm, catching our breaths you hold me, our skin sweaty, I rest my nose upon yours, looking into your eyes, we smile then once again kiss. I climbed off of you, stiff from being in that position so long but yet, so worth it. We decided to make a little something to eat to regain our strength just in case we decided to have another session later and yes, we did. What better way is there to spend a snowed in weekend except spending it inside with a hunk named Curt? Snowed In My first sexual encounter with my sister happened when I was driving her to Chicago. My sister couldn't afford a plane ticket and her car had broken down the week before. So that is how we ended up driving down Interstate 80 when a massive storm front came down from Canada. It started to snow right after noon, and by sundown it was coming down quite hard. I was glad to find a motel parking lot before the road got totally impassable. Shortly after we had pulled into a motel parking lot, the Highway Patrol announced that they were shutting down the roads until the roads got better and the road crews had a chance to remove some of the snow for the roads. So there was me and my sister Ruby together in a cramped motel room with just one bed between the two of us and the temperature outside dropping faster than the room's heater could possibly handle. There was no thought of awkwardness as we huddled together under the sheets for warmth. After awhile, I fell asleep. A couple of hours later, I woke up with a hard-on, spooning my sister. As I started to move awkwardly away from her, she spoke. "It has been a long time since I woke up to find a hard cock in my bed." "Yeah, you have been having a dry spell, haven't you?" I half-asked. "A dry spell is an understatement. I have half a mind to jump on your cock just so I can remember what sex feels like." There was an awkward silence that was only broken when she proceeded to climb onto top of my body---kissing me hard as she did so. Despite the fact that she was my sister, my body responded. Groping in the dark, I cupped her ass in my hands and squeezed her ass cheeks as she ground her crotch frantically against mine. Slipping my hands underneath her shirt, I ran my hands up the sides of her back to cradle her breasts with my palms. She pulled herself away from me as I ran my thumbs over her hard nipples. "Take your pants off," she gasped as she fumbled to remove her own pants. I didn't think as I took my pants off. Her bare thighs straddled my hips, as she remounted me---her fingers guiding my cock into her ready snatch. She rode me like a cowgirl, cumming mere seconds before I did, shooting my hot load deep into her pussy. She collapsed on top of me, and we wearily dragged the blanket over the top of ourselves. In the morning, I woke up to find my cock deep in her mouth and her pussy above my face. We sixty-nined each another for several minutes before I mounted her---this time in the missionary position. She came with my cock rammed deep in her pussy with my balls slapping up against her, as she clawed her fingernails across my back We had just barely uncoupled and got cleaned up when the motel manager came by to inform us that the Highway Patrol had finally re-opened the road and that it was safe to move on. As we got into the car, my sister laughed that we should try to get snowed in together more often. And while we have never been forced to do so since because of the weather, this turned out not to be the last time that me and my sister huddled under the sheets together with one another. Snowed In Adam stared bleakly out the frosted window, seething at the white expanse preventing him from driving back into the city and getting back to work. He tapped his fingers impatiently on the glass. It was the Saturday before Christmas and Adam had hoped to put in a few hours over the weekend before the mandatory three-day holiday break at the advertising agency where he worked. Adam was buried in holiday ad campaigns and had barely slept or eaten for the past two months. His normally handsome and clean-cut visage was scruffy and he'd stopped ironing his shirts a few weeks before, giving him a disheveled, struggling-writer vibe that made him look like he belonged in a Seattle coffee shop instead of a Los Angeles promotional firm. He paced back and forth in front of the beat-up dining room table, staring at his Blackberry (out of range) and laptop (useless with no internet connection). His best friend, Kerry, had insisted he come up and spend a night in her family's cabin in Big Bear. In fact, she'd practically kidnapped him from his office Friday afternoon. They'd barely made it up to the cabin without having to stop and put on tire chains; the trip had taken four hours, and they'd retreated to their rooms in exhaustion as soon as they arrived. Adam mentally kicked himself for not realizing the quickly falling snow was going to destroy any hope of getting back down the mountain the next day. He tried to keep his irritation focused on the weather, not Kerry, who had been delighted at the heavy snowfall even as they skidded on black ice, hydroplaned and crawled painstakingly slowly up the mountain. He was glad to see her. They'd spent the car ride catching up about their lives, comparing notes on their demanding jobs, failed relationships, Los Angeles vs. San Francisco and updates on mutual friends from USC. They hadn't seen each other since graduation two years before. Kerry actually was a struggling writer. She was planning to spend the days before Christmas holed up in the rustic old cabin to try to finish a book on the politics of intersectionality. She had badgered Adam into joining her for the first night to make sure there weren't bears living in the kitchen or anything. Being her usual dynamic, brilliant and argumentative self, she had talked him into it and set a time to pick him up before Adam could think of a way to weasel out of the inconvenient trip. And now he was stuck. He wandered back into his room and flopped onto the bed, unsure of what to do with this unexpected leisure. Kerry still hadn't emerged from her room. She'd fallen asleep on his shoulder at the tail end of their car ride, passed out from exhaustion after a day of traveling. The feelings awakened by the soft contact reminded him that he and Kerry had always shared a latent attraction but had been in serious relationships during most of college and had never been able to act on it. In the back of his mind, he'd hoped this trip would provide an opportunity for the "hook up" they'd never been able to have at school. Last night, however, Kerry had been pretty clear what the bedroom assignments were. He told himself that Kerry was in a whole other league, anyway, and he shouldn't have hoped their relationship would turn into anything more than platonic. Kerry was gorgeous in an intellectual, natural way, with long blonde hair and sun-kissed California skin. She was tremendously fit from biking and swimming, and usually wore short little sundresses that showed off her strong, tanned legs. Adam, on the other hand, spent most of his time in his car or in his office, and although he was still fit from playing in his firm's basketball league, his skin was several shades lighter than Kerry's and his arms had shrunk somewhat since college. He suddenly felt self-conscious and wondered if Kerry had been disappointed by how he looked. I mean, she'd only gotten hotter since college; he imagined her toned arms, wavy hair, blue eyes and those incredible legs... Lying there in the bed, Adam felt his body start to react as the sexy images of Kerry played through his head. He thought of Kerry gently pulling down the straps of her dress, easing the soft fabric past the tips of her nipples. He imagined cupping the firm breasts in his hands and helping her ease the dress down her tight stomach, past her hips and onto the floor... Adam's body felt warm. His cock began to harden. Closing his eyes, he wrapped his hand around his dick and began to stroke it through his boxers. In his mind, he saw Kerry guiding his head down toward her hips toward her lacy red thong. He saw himself pulling the thong to one side and licking Kerry's sweet pink slit, tasting her, and imaged her moaning for more, pleading with him to suck her clit until he obeyed and took it into his mouth, sucking and biting gently while she writhed in pleasure beneath him... Meanwhile, Kerry had woken up and staggered out to the kitchen to start some coffee. She'd been a little disappointed when Adam hadn't initiated anything last night. She wondered if he was really naïve enough to miss the intention behind her invitation to the cabin. Surely Adam felt the sexual tension that had lurked behind their friendship for the past five years. Now that both of them were single, Kerry had been hinting via email that they should "get together," "catch up," "have some coffee"... i.e., bang each other silly like they'd been fantasizing about since they were 19 years old. Finally, she took the bull by the horns and invited him for a pre-holiday get-together in a remote cabin—alone. Was he really unaware of her desire for him? Was she going to have to get him drunk and rip his pants off? Noticing that Adam's door stood partially open, Kerry headed toward it with a glass of orange juice. She stopped, startled, as she realized what he was doing. Adam was supine on the bed, one hand stroking his dick through his boxers. The tip of his big, hard cock was just visible through the boxers' opening. Eyes closed, he was breathing deeply, obviously imagining someone either sucking or fucking his cock. Kerry smiled devilishly. She somehow knew (or hoped, anyway) that Adam was fantasizing about her. She watched his strong chest heaving as his hand ran up and down the length of his rock-hard rod. Her lust growing, Kerry backed away silently, set down the glass of juice and ran into her own room to put on the sexy little Christmas costume she'd brought with her, just in case her plan to seduce Adam had gone particularly well. Kerry shimmied into the tiny red skirt and tightened the soft top over her breasts. Holiday stockings, black heels and a sexy Santa hat completed the outfit. She didn't bother with a thong or g-string. She was already so wet (and Adam clearly was already so hard) that she was eager to put as few obstacles as possible in the way of their long-overdue sex session. Adam was now picturing Kerry giving him a sensuous deep-throat blowjob. He imagined her perfect mouth dropping inch by inch down his cock until he was buried deep in her warm wet throat, taking all of him inside her mouth and massaging the back of his cock with her tongue. He thought of her slowly moving up and down, giving special attention to the wide head and tender underside of his big, throbbing cock. Adam's imagination was so vivid that when he suddenly recognized the pressure of another body on the bed and felt soft, hot hands join his own on his boxers, it took him a moment to open his eyes and freeze with shock. Leaning over him, her hands already stroking his cock, her eyes fixed on his, was Kerry. She was dressed like a naughty Mrs. Claus. Her breasts peeped out of a velvety red top and her skirt was so short that he could see she wasn't wearing any panties. The incredible legs were encased in candy-cane stockings ending in sparkling high heels. She was smiling at him, and when he started to say something, she quickly interrupted. "Were you thinking of me?" He nodded, spellbound. "I asked you to come up here because I wanted you to fuck me. I used to think about you all the time, Adam." He gulped. "I thought about you too, Kerry." "Were you imagining how it would feel to be inside me?" "Among other things." "Like this?" And she carefully slipped his boxers down his legs and onto the floor, lowering her mouth to his cock and taking him deep into her throat. Her mouth felt exactly as he'd fantasized it would. "Oh, God, yes, Kerry... Just like that." He reached down and tangled his fingers in her hair and she slid up and down on his dick. Her mouth felt hot and wet. He could feel her sucking gently, her tongue lapping against his cock with each thrust. Just as Adam's vision clouded and he felt as though he was going to burst, Kerry pulled her mouth up and kissed his cockhead. Looking up at Adam, she moved her head down and took each of his balls into her mouth in turn. Adam's ecstasy increased as she gently sucked his jewels one by one. Kerry was so turned-on by the blowjob she was giving that she couldn't help moving one hand down to her pussy, touching herself as she licked and sucked Adam. Their long-overdue tryst was making both of them hot with lust, bodies responding to every bit of contact and eyes locked. Adam reached down and took her shoulders, pulling her toward him. Their first kiss was deep and passionate. Adam let his hands drift down Kerry's back, enjoying the velvety top and skirt and feeling her stocking legs rubbing against his. Neither one of them could wait. Kerry arched her back and Adam's cock found the entrance to her waiting cunt. Kerry buried her face in Adam's neck as he thrust into her, burying his cock deep inside her as they both moaned with absolutely pleasure. Adam's cock filled her entirely. Kerry could feel him pressing against the back of her dark tunnel, pushing against her walls with insistent, delicious pressure. They held still a moment. Then Adam pulled almost all the way out. Kerry felt the head of Adam's cock hit her delicate g-spot, hard, and gasped with pleasure as he lunged deep within her once more. The force of this second thrust took her from pleasure almost to pain and back again to bliss as his thick, hard cock found places in her no one else had ever discovered. Adam built up a rhythm, fucking Kerry deeply as he sucked at her smooth neck. She dropped her legs next to his and tilted her pelvis forward to allow him even deeper inside of her, beginning to grind her hips against his cock with each one of his strokes. Soon she was bouncing on him and his balls were smacking against her ass underneath the Christmas skirt. They were both gasping, shouting, moaning with rapture, greedy in their lust and taking each other with savage energy that lasted for what seemed like hours. Finally, Kerry deftly switched direction, moving her legs so she was facing away from Adam and riding him in reverse cowgirl. She leaned sharply forward so Adam's cock found her g-spot again with every attack. They were fucking hard. Adam held Kerry's hips and took in the incredible sight in front of him: a beautiful woman, head back in pleasure, riding his cock in a sweet little costume, smooth stockings and high heels. As he watched, Kerry's bouncing slowed slightly and became even deeper and her low groans showed she was nearing a massive orgasm. Kerry pulled Adam deep inside her and then out again. The friction was driving her wild. With each thrust, he was touching every nerve in her cunt and bringing her closer to complete release. She increased her pace and started moaning his name over and over again, getting louder and louder, her pussy squeezing his cock with pre-orgasm contractions. Feeling her bucking wildly on his dick, Adam felt his balls tighten and knew he was about to come inside of her. Noises gave way to grunts of animalistic pleasure as Kerry's pussy walls clenched and let loose a flood of gratification. Adam groaned and shot cum deep into Kerry as she pressed down against him. They ground out their orgasms, moaning with satisfaction as their bodies throbbed against each other. Kerry collapsed next to Adam. They caught their breath together. Kerry's hand snaked into his and he squeezed it, looking at her beautiful face and smiling. "That was completely unexpected." She grinned. "You were great. Had a feeling you would be. It's always the quiet ones." "You were amazing. And the outfit... Kerry... I think you're amazing. I've always... We should... uh... I know we live in separate cities, but um. We should... do this again." He finished lamely, afraid to say more. She brought one hand to his cheek. "We can talk about it later. Let's go back to sleep." She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, leaving her hand on his face. Adam spent a few minutes studying her in amazement, stunned that they had finally given in to their mutual attraction, before succumbing to the deepest sleep he'd had in months. Snowed In It had been another freezing cold Friday night and snowing out. Just another late night in front of the TV drinking beer and trying to keep warm. I was starting to think about going to bed when I heard a knock at my front door. Who the fuck could that be at this time of night? I think to myself. I go to the door and call out, "Who is it?" "I'm really sorry to disturb you so late, but yours was the only house with a light on and my car has broken down. Could I please use your phone?" I open the door to find this cute, and my guess pretty young librarian type looking girl standing there, freezing in the snow. "Come in quick, you must be freezing." "I'm real sorry to intrude like this, I know it is very late." she says as she steps inside. I now notice she also speaks with an accent. Maybe Australian or British even? "It's no problem, I was still up. What happened to your car? I might be able to help." She looks at me uncertainly. She is a real little cutie, early 20s, dark hair pulled up in this tight bun and clear green eyes twinkling behind a pair of glasses. "Well, as I was driving along when my accelerator just went right to the floor and the car lost speed, and the engine won't rev." I winced. That was not good. "Oh no. What does that mean?" "Sounds to me like your timing belt. You're going to need a tow and I doubt you will get one with the snow this heavy out and this late." "Oh shit." she mumbles. "I'm so sorry about this. Is it ok if I use your phone?" "Sure, go ahead and help yourself." I point to the phone across the room and try not to make it too obvious that I am watching her. She is so tiny, barely as tall as my shoulders and slim. The suit she is wearing accentuates her curves and as she moves across the room I get my first glimpse of that tight little ass wiggling underneath her fitted skirt. I find myself imagining what it would be like to undo the buttons of her jacket when I feel my dick starting to grow hard. I quickly sit down to try and hide my rapidly swelling cock when she comes back over to the couch. "I'm so sorry for all this. I am not getting any answer from my room mate. I'm new in town and I don't know any one else. I don't really know what to do now." She just looks at me, this completely helpless look on her pretty little face that does absolutely nothing to ease my hard on. "Well, it is really too late to do anything about it now. You may as well get yourself comfortable here and call for a tow in the morning." I can't believe I just invited her to stay the night. "I'll go get you some blankets and stuff, the couch is pretty comfortable." I quickly add as I get up, hoping she won't try and stop me. "Gee, Thanks so much that is really nice of you. I am so sorry to put you out like this, oh, and I don't even know your name." she reaches out to shake my hand and gives me a cute little smile, "I'm Sophie." I take her hand and smile right back, "I'm Mark and it's no problem Sophie." As I let go of her hand I swear her eyes settle on my bulging crotch for a second before looking away. Oh lord, she probably thinks I'm a perv! I turn my back to Sophie quickly and hurry off to get some blankets and things for her. Surely it was just my imagination. Or was it? I think to myself. Yeah, just wishful thinking I laugh. I grab two pillows and some blankets and take them back to Sophie. I walk in to see she has taken off her suit jacket and is now wearing a white shirt, the buttons undone just enough to show off a hint of her lovely cleavage. My mind immediately begins to race with desire for this cute little piece of ass which fortunately arrived on my doorstep. I start to see myself ripping that shirt open, popping off the buttons one by one, and kissing my way down that slender neck of hers. 'Snap out of it Mark, get a grip.' I tell myself. "Here's some bedding for you Sophie. Would you like something to drink? How about a beer?" I ask. "A beer would be great about now." she smiles up at me. I put the bedding down and go to the kitchen for our drinks. I come back with two beers and now she has taken off her glasses and taken down her hair. Her loose dark curls drop down framing her face and I realise she is not just cute but absolutely beautiful. "Wow." I realise I'm just staring at Sophie, "I just mean you look different without your glasses." I quickly try to recover blushing madly. She just shyly smiles at me. "Thanks. I think they make me look like a geek, but I can't drive without them." "I wouldn't say geek, but librarian maybe..." I joke as I hand her a beer, "You're not are you?" "Ha ha, close," she smiles, "school teacher." "Really? You look too young." "Why? How old do you think I am?" she asks teasingly with one eyebrow cocked. "Well, before you said anything I would have said early 20's, but now..." "Try 28." "No shit? Well, you look a lot younger than that." I'm genuinely surprised. "I get that a lot." Sophie just smiles. "So what about you Mark?" "What about me?" I laugh at the look on her face, "Ok, ok. I'm 29. So tell me, what do you teach?" "Well, I decided I wanted to travel and I had a friend in Ohio who lined up a temporary teaching job here for me. So I'm here for six months teaching 9th & 10th grade English." This explains that cute accent I think to myself. "I have been having trouble placing your accent. So where are you from?" "Australia." she replies. "With that cute accent, I bet you star in many teenage boys fantasies. I never had any teachers who looked like you when I was in school, but if I did, I may have been there more..." I tease. Seeing Sophie blush is real cute, but she still has a laugh with me and tells me I'm awful. So it turns out she is real easy to talk to and we have a lot in common. Before I know it we have been through a six pack and nearly 3 hours have passed when Sophie let's out a huge yawn. "Yeah, it is getting really late. I should let you go to sleep Sophie." I say with instant regret but to my surprise Sophie takes my hand and looks me straight in the eye. "I really do appreciate everything tonight Mark. There must be a way I can show you how much." Without taking her eyes off of me Sophie starts to undo the buttons of her shirt. She looks so sexy the way she is biting her bottom lip as she undoes those buttons. I realise I'm holding my breath as the shirt slips from Sophie's shoulders, and she sits there just looking at me with pleading eyes. "Don't you want to touch them Mark?" she asks me in the coyest little voice. I slowly exhale as I look from her eyes to the creamy skin of her tits inside the lacy white bra, back to her beautiful green eyes. Sophie just smiles at me again and gives me an encouraging little nod. I reach out and slide the bra strap down off of her shoulder and kiss its smooth skin. She tips head back gasping and arches her back as I kiss my way down her chest. I kiss right down into her soft cleavage. I reach behind to unhook her bra. It falls and releases those glorious tits. Her nipples are so small and hard and pink. I run my hands over them, and feel her hard little nipples poking at my palms. I lay Sophie back against the couch as I suck her wondrous titties between my lips one at a time, flicking them with my tongue and kissing them over and over, rolling each nipple gently between my teeth. She starts to gasp and writhe beneath me, her hands running through my hair. We kiss with so much passion and I can feel her hands exploring my body, suddenly pulling at my shirt violently, ripping it off over my head. She goes to my belt and starts to undo my jeans. I give her a hand to get them off and then grab hold of her skirt which just slides down over her hips. Sophie looks so unbelievably sexy laying in front of me in nothing but a pair of lacy white panties. I moan out loud because I can't decide where I want to start when she suddenly says "Eat my pussy Mark, please, eat me until I cum all over your face." I moan again with desire as she spreads her legs wide for me and I can see her panties are wet. I can smell her delicious pussy already and I don't hesitate for another second. I start licking Sophie's panties, tasting her wet patch. I poke my tongue at her panties, stretching them into her pussy until I can't take it any more. I bite at her crotch taking the panties between my teeth and ripping them clean off of her. She gasps out aloud. Moaning as she starts to play with her nipples, I plunge my tongue into her hot wet snatch. "Yes Mark, Oh Yes! Eat my pussy, mmmmmmmmmm, god that feels so good!!!!" She cries out from underneath me. Her taste is so incredible, I want more. I suck her hard little clit into my mouth and slide a finger into that tight little pussy. Her hips start to rock faster and faster. I start to massage her clit with my thumb as she rides my hand. I take my finger out of her pussy and slide it into her mouth letting her taste her own pussy juices. We kiss again with so much desire. She sucks my tongue deep into her mouth; I think to myself how I can't wait for it to be my cock. As her hands run down my body I decide I'm not quite finished tasting her yet. I flip Sophie over so she is on her knees with that glorious ass in my face. She looks back at me over a shoulder. "Smack my ass Mark, smack it hard." She begins to shake her tight ass up and down in front of me and that is all the encouragement I need. With one big *crack* I lay a big stinging slap on to her beautiful little ass. She cries out but continues wiggling her butt at me..."Yes baby! Hit it again, hard...." I give her another huge *crack* and she now has a big red hand print on either cheek..."mmmmmmmm, yessssss...." she is moaning. I start to rub her ass all over and then just slide my cock between its cheeks. I feel her hands reach back and begin to massage my balls as I keep rubbing my cock all over that sweet ass... "C'mon and show me that nice little asshole baby..." She reaches back and slowly pulls apart her ass cheeks showing me her sexy, glistening wet snatch and her hot, tight little asshole. I run my tongue all the way along her swollen pussy lips, spreading her delicious juices all over her asshole and begin to tongue fuck that perfect little ass. Moaning loudly she starts to finger her pussy. Her ass is up in the air at my mercy and her face is pushed down into the couch, which muffles out her cries some. Pussy juice is running down her thighs and the sight makes my cock so hard, I feel like I'm going to explode all over her ass if I don't fuck her juicy little hole right away. I start to rub the head of my cock against her pussy and Sophie responds immediately, pushing her hips back, eager for me to slide my dick into that tight wetness. I take a grip of her hips and slam my cock all the way home, as deep into that horny snatch as I can go. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me Mark, Fuck me! Fuck me harder!!!" she screams as I start to pump at her juicy little pussy faster and faster. She looks back over her shoulder at me and winks! I start to slam my dick into her pussy harder than I have ever fucked anyone before. I take a handful of hair and lean forward to kiss her. She hungrily sucks my tongue into her mouth as her pussy clamps down around my cock with her first orgasm. As she moans into my mouth I can't hold back any longer. Breaking our kiss I let out my own shout of ecstasy as I release my creamy load deep inside her. I slide my cock out so I can see Sophie's delightful little pussy dripping with our love, only to see her slide two fingers over her dripping cunt and then suck them into her mouth. "Oh Mark, you taste so good. Let me lick you clean." I sit back and Sophie drops down between my legs. She takes my softening chubby in her hand and sucks it deep into her hot wet mouth. I gasp as she starts to jerk my cock and nibble and lick on my balls at the same time. Suddenly my balls are in her mouth and my cock is nearly completely hard again already. She then starts rubbing the head of my cock in little circles with her thumb as she sucks all over the shaft, like giving my cock lots of little love bites. Her tongue is now circling the head, when her lips wrap right around and start to slide up and down my dick, faster and faster. As Sophie sucks on my dick as hard as she can I feel her squeezing the base to hold my orgasm back. I take her by the arms and pull her up into my lap. Sophie lowers her pussy down and starts to rub her juicy clit against my dick. With one hand on either side of my head she lowers a titty into my mouth as she impales herself on my rock hard cock. I take her ass in my hands as she bounces up and down on my dick enthusiastically; I want to fuck that tight little ass. I pull my cock out of her cunt and start to rub it against her asshole spreading our juicy love all around. Sophie whimpers on top of me as I start to push the head into her especially tight asshole. Oh so slowly she sinks her ass further down on to my cock. Once she has my whole length engorged in her ass I take a hold of her hips and slowly start to pump my cock in and out. With a hurt so good look on her face Sophie reaches down to rub her swollen clit as I start fucking her ass faster. Throwing her head back she lets out one long, low continuous moan as I slam my cock in and out of her ass. I can't hold it for much longer and just as I think I'm going to blow Sophie gasps, "No, in my mouth Mark. I want to swallow every drop of your delicious cum." I pull my dick out of her ass. My cock is all red and throbbing, ready to cum again when Sophie slides her lips over my knob. "Oh my, yes baby, taste your ass." I groan. What a skilled little tongue she has. She uses her tongue to tickle her way down to my ass and then starts to lick my asshole while jacking me real slowly. I close my eyes and feel her tongue sliding further and further into my ass as she jerks my cock faster and faster. Suddenly I feel that fabulous mouth again sliding all the way down my cock as her finger slides right into my asshole. It's like nothing I have ever felt before. Within seconds my hot cum is spewing down her throat and my whole body is convulsing from such an intense orgasm. I open my eyes and look down at Sophie. My cum is now dripping off her chin down on to her glorious little tits and I swear I have never seen any woman look hotter than Sophie did right at that moment. Snowed In I had been putting in a lot of hours the last couple of months and sorely needed a break. A friend of mine had told me about this lodge in Colorado that offered Winter Vacation packages. I looked into it. Five days in a secluded mountain lodge with cross-country skiing, snowmobiling, snowshoe hikes and good food and drink in an old mining lodge. The brochure they sent me showed the lodge and the mountains surrounding it in the summer time. It was a beautiful setting. The lodge faced a fairly large lake and had good fishing, boating and canoeing available, probably not in the winter though. It looked picturesque, and so I decided to make reservations for the first week in December, about a month off. I was really looking forward to a relaxing week. About a week after I had made my reservations my friend Cynthia informed me that she was glad that I had decided to go and that she had also made reservations for the same week at the lodge. This came as a surprise. Cynthia and I were friends, co-workers, and as far as I was concerned not anything more. She wasn't bad to look at, about 38 or 39 years old with a decent figure, about 15 pounds over weight. Nice large breasts, a nice ass and great legs. She had brunette hair that she kept cut fairly short and a pretty face. Not a knock out by any means, but not bad either. If she had a fault it was her mouth. She just couldn't keep it shut. She talked continuously about every thing. She was kidded about being the office gossip. If she knew about something she told everyone. Cynthia was recently divorced, well maybe not recently, three years ago, and to anyone's knowledge hadn't hooked up with anyone since. She had suggested that we have a drink after work a few times, but I had declined, fainting work or other personal obligations so as not to have to go. I really wasn't interested in hooking up with Cynthia. I wasn't completely sure about her motives for booking into the same vacation lodge at the same time that I was, but I had my suspicions. Thanksgiving passed fairly uneventful. Had to ward off Cynthia's invitation to visit her and her family over Thanksgiving. Spent a pleasant holiday with my parents and close family, which was nice, as I hadn't seen them for several months. Finally my departure date for my winter vacation arrived and I headed to the airport bags in hand. The flight to Denver was uneventful which is a good thing. Upon arrival in Denver I had to take a 2-hour bus ride to a small town, and I do mean small, population 636, northwest of Denver. This was not your Vail or other mega ski areas. The bus was met by a Chevy 4-wheel drive suburban from the lodge. The drivers name was Mike, a rugged outdoor type about 60 years old. Seemed like a nice guy. We hit it off well from the beginning. There were three other lodge guests on the bus beside myself. A family of three, Betty and Joe, and their daughter Anne. They seemed like nice people. Betty was about 49 or 50, brunette, average build maybe a little over weight, but just enough that it gave her some nice curves. Nice breasts and a great looking ass with a very pretty face. Her husband Joe was about ten years older than her and was pretty much an average looking guy of medium build. Then there was Anne, their daughter, maybe mid twenties, very slim and petite, small breasts, not more than 100 lbs. She came across with an effervescent, enthusiastic personality. There was one aspect of her body that I noticed immediately. She was wearing a turtleneck sweater under her parka, skintight jersey sweat pants and fur lined snow boots. It was the sweat pants that caught my attention. They were tight and the crotch area showed her protruding mound in exquisite detail. It was large; this young girl had a very large pussy. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. The lips of her vagina were clearly outlined for all to see. We loaded our luggage and got in the suburban and head out of town toward the lodge. The ride was about 45 minutes and the scenery was absolutely breath taking. The road was clear, but there was about 4-5 feet of snow on the ground and higher up in the mountains that surrounded us. Once at the lodge we gathered up our luggage and entered to check in. We were greeted by Karen, Mike's wife and given our room keys. Karen was an attractive woman of 60, medium build but yet very firm and tight for her age, very friendly and outgoing. You just liked her immediately. The lodge was a large log structure with open ceilings and a very spacious interior. The front lobby entry area was a very large room that extended clear across the front of the structure. On one side was a living room like area with a huge fireplace in the sidewall and comfortable chairs and sofas around facing the fireplace and a buffalo rug in the center. On the right hand wall was a bar. There were about four round tables with four chairs each that appeared to be hand hewn from native Douglas fir. Back beyond the front living area were restrooms, kitchen, storage area room and the owner's quarters. In the center was a wide stairway that led to the second floor. Right in the center of the front Den/lobby/bar area was a full size antique pool table made of carved walnut with leather pockets and blue felt. Up stairs there were guest rooms on each side of a wide hall that extended to the back of the building. We would be sharing two communal baths, one on each side of the hall, one for women and one for men. Each was large and would accommodate several people. The whole structure was log construction in a natural finish, it was breathtaking. The guest rooms were large and furnished in rustic natural finish furniture. Each had a breath taking view of the snow-covered mountains that surrounded the lodge. In back of the lodge was a covered hot tub. The front of the lodge incorporated a covered porch that extended clear across the front of the building. There were comfortable looking benches to sit on also, although I don't know how much of that we would be doing as cold as it was. Out the front of the lodge was a beautiful view of the lake that was partially frozen over. I was going to enjoy a very relaxing stay here. We retired to our rooms to unpack and freshen up before heading down for lunch. I followed Betty and her daughter up the stairs to our rooms. Couldn't keep my eyes off of their luscious asses. Neither of which seemed to be wearing any underwear, no lines. At lunch we met the rest of the staff. There was Monica, a friendly out going woman of 35 with a voluptuous figure who was the cook and bartender, and Elsie and woman of about 30 of medium average build, but yet attractive. She was the maid, housekeeper and part time barkeeper. We sat down to a meal of beef stew, salad and fresh baked rolls, very delicious. The conversation was light and entertaining as we got to know each other. Joe was a contractor, who according to his wife spent entirely too much time with his business. She had coerced him into coming on this vacation to get him away from his business so they could spend some time together and he could rest and relax. Joe didn't seem at all happy about this, but was complying with his wife's wishes. Anne was on break from school, she had only one year left to finish her master in education and was looking forward to finishing. After lunch we retired to the living room area in front of the fireplace to relax and talk. Mike headed off to town to pick up the remainder of the guests for the week. He returned in a couple of hours with Ralph, Tom and Cynthia. Ralph was a young man about 25 years old with an arrogant, cocky attitude. He had an athlete's body and was no doubt a jock. Tom was a slight skinny nerdy type guy of about 30 and obviously a computer programmer, typical stereotype. He was not very friendly and once settled in sat at one of the tables in the dining area with his laptop plugged in. Cynthia came on strong attempting to let every one know that we were an item and that maybe by the end of the week we would only need one room. I was not happy with that and told her so. She was a little rebuked, but seemed to get over it quickly. Betty just smiled at the exchange and gave me a wink that she understood the situation was not of my choosing. As we set there in the lounge area, Mike and Karen went over the activities that were available and the amenities that the lodge contained. They mentioned that there was one not mentioned in the brochure. It had inadvertently been left out. We were told that about 50 yards behind the lodge there was an abandon gold mine. It had been cut through solid rock and was quite interesting inside and very safe. There were flashlights inside the entrance and we were welcome to explore it at our leisure. By late afternoon it started to snow. Mike told us that the weather report said it was a mild snowstorm and would blow through by the next afternoon. It was beautiful to look out the front windows and watch the large flakes of snowfall. Ralf started bitching about not being able to do anything outside while it was snowing. Tom didn't even notice, his nose stuck in his laptop. Joe was s preoccupied on his cell phone talking to his construction superintendent. Cynthia had retired to the bar and was having a drink, or maybe two. Betty, Anne and myself decided to put on our parkas and sit on the front veranda and watch the snowfall. You don't see much snow fall like this in southern California where I am from or Florida where Betty and Anne lived, and we were going to enjoy watching it. The snow was falling heavily, and within two hours it had dropped about three inches. I was still watching Anne's vagina through her skintight sweat pants every chance I got. At least I thought that I was being discrete. After about an hour we got up and went into the lodge to get some hot chocolate. Betty and I returned to the veranda and Anne retired to the sofas in front of the fire. Betty and I sat on the front veranda outside and talked about how beautiful the snowfall was and how serene and relaxing it made us feel. She was very easy to talk to. She was a very outgoing and sincere person. I was becoming very attracted to her. " I noticed you looking at my daughter, did you like what you saw?" Her question surprised me. I wasn't sure how to answer. I should say something, but did not want to offend her or embarrass myself. "She attracts a lot of attention, don't feel ashamed for looking, she does it on purpose," she continued. I decided to try digging myself out of this minor hole. "I can see where she gets her good looks and the source is very appealing," was the best I could come up with. She laughed and blushed slightly and put her hand on my arm and said "That's ok you needn't pay me false compliments." "No, I mean it, you are a very attractive woman and I meant no offense." Thank you then, I'm flattered that you find this older woman attractive." " Pardon me for being forward, but I find you very attractive. I'd better stop with that as I wouldn't want to offend you or your husband." "That's ok, Joe would never notice and probably wouldn't care, as for me I do thank you, you are a sweet man and I like it." With that we went back inside. Betty went up to her room to take a nap before dinner and I sat down in the den area in front of the fire to warm up. I noticed that Ralph was hitting on Anne big time and she was trying as politely as she could to ward off his verbal advances. All I could think of was how immature and juvenile he sounded. Anne must have thought the same, as she seemed not interested in him at all. Dinner call was sounded and we all entered the dining area and took seats. Anne went up stairs to wake her mother. Ralph, and Cynthia sat down with Tom, Joe sat with me and Karen. Mike, Monica and Elsie took another table. When Anne and Betty came down they sat with Joe and I. The meals were served buffet style. The evening dinner was pork chops, potatoes, gravy, green salad and string beans and hot apple pie for desert. Simple fare, but well prepared and very good. There was not a lot of dinner conversation we were enjoying the meal too much to talk. About the time dinner was almost over Joe's cell phone rang. He left the table to take the call. Betty just rolled her eyes and shrugged. Anne giggled and I could tell she kicked her mother under the table. Joe returned to the table as we were finishing desert. He told Betty that some emergency had come up and it was necessary for him to return home to handle it. She was noticeably upset with this news, but told him that she and Anne were staying and if he had to go then go. Joe went over to Mike to arrange transportation back to town. I could tell that Mike wasn't happy about this turn of events, but would accommodate his guest. Mike went out to warm up the suburban while Joe went up to pack his bag. He returned very quickly, I would guess that he had never unpacked. He said his goodbyes to Anne and Betty and left. Every one retired to the lounge den area in front of the fire except Tom, who was still at his computer. Ralph, having been thourghly rebuked by Anne turned his attention toward Cynthia, I liked that idea, and it took her pressure off of me. She seemed to revel in the attentions of the young man, giggling and cooing at his every remark. Karen, Monica and Elsie asked if any of us needed anything and if not they were going to retire and would see us at breakfast. Tom folded up his computer and retired also. Anne said that she was tired from the trip and also went to her room. Shortly Cynthia decided to go to her room and said good night also. Ralph also retired, that left just Betty and I in front of the fire. "To bad your husband had to leave," I mentioned. "It's ok, I really didn't expect him to stay the whole week, but I didn't expect him to leave this soon. His emergency is probably his secretary needs some attention to her overheated parts. Nothing new, it's been going on for a long time, "she remarked sadly. "Sorry to hear that, you don't seem to upset about it." "No, I'm just to the point that I really don't care anymore. Just so he doesn't wave a flag in front of me about what he is doing I don't care," she lamented. "I shouldn't be burdening you with my personal problems anyway. This is your vacation and I don't want to bring unpleasant things into it for you." "I don't mind, it's no burden at all." I reassured her. We made small talk for a little while longer then she rose and excused herself to go up to her room. I rose and walked her to the foot of the stairs. She turned to say goodnight. I did what seemed like a natural thing to do and embraced her and kissed her. At first she was surprised, the embraced me and returned the kiss with warmth and passion. We held each other for a minute or too and then parted. She smiled and said goodnight and turned and went up the stairs to her room. In a few minutes I also went up to my room. The next morning the place was busy, with every one rising early after a goodnights sleep, showering and getting ready for the day. I noticed out my bedroom window that it was still snowing, quite hard in fact. About three feet of snow had fallen overnight. When we all got down to breakfast Karen told us that it had taken Mike two hours to get to town and that there was at least a foot of snow on the ground by the time he got there. The road to Denver had been cleared and Joe had gotten out on the bus. There was too much snow on the road back to the lodge and it would be a couple of days before the road crews cleared the road to the lodge for him to get back, so he was going to stay in town. The road to the lodge was a low priority for the snowplow crews. Ralph seemed to panic at being "trapped" as he put it. Nobody else seemed concerned. We had shelter, heat, food and drink and some of us had some good company, what more could you ask. We had a good breakfast, and settled in for the day. I put on my parka and went out on to the front porch to sit and watch the snow. In a little while Betty came out to join me. She brought hot chocolate for both of us. We just set there watching the snowfall and drinking our hot chocolate. The wind wasn't blowing, it was just snowing and it was really coming down. There must have been four feet that had fallen since it started the day before. "I enjoyed how the evening ended last night. You are a good kisser, I'd like to try that again soon," she remarked. "I'm glad you liked it, I enjoyed it also." She just smiled and winked at me. I blushed in reply. We went back inside to see if there was any thing that anyone wanted to do today. Anne came up with a pretty good idea; at least she thought it was. She wanted to explore the old mine. It was decided that Ralph, Tom and I would clear a path to the mine and we would all go and see what there was to see in it. The snow had started to lesson. Having deposited about five feet, that was enough. We started to clear a path, with Karen directing the way. Five hours later we had a path cleared. Well at least Ralph and I did, Tom had quit after an hour. Elsie and Monica served lunch and we feasted on hot chili and BLT sandwiches. God they were good, or maybe it was that I was famished after the snow-shoveling workout. Either way we all enjoyed lunch. When we finished lunch Anne, Betty, Cynthia and I decided to explore the mine, Tom and Ralph weren't interested. We bundled up and head back to the mine entrance. Once inside we found the flashlights inside in a cabinet by the door. The shaft went straight back into the mountain about 25 to 30 yards and opened into a large cavern that was about 20 feet in diameter. There were three other shafts that took off from the main tunnel and also went back into the mountain. Each of these ended in a larger open area at their termination. In one there was a table and chairs. In another was some old mining equipment and in the third was a couple of old wooden cots, a chest of drawers and another table and some chairs. Mike and Karen had also stored some cases of canned goods and sodas there. Down the center of the main tunnel were tracks and the old ore carts were at the end of these tracks in the main cavern. In all pretty interesting, it had been cleaned up inside and was much warmer than it was outside. Warm enough so that once you got away from the entrance you didn't need a coat. Anne and Betty lead our exploratory team with me behind them, shining my light on their round tight asses every time I got the chance and Cynthia bring up the rear. I should say my rear, because that was where she put herself, right against my ass. She was feeling my ass with her hand every chance she got and at times was rubbing her mound against me also. I wasn't encouraging it, but wasn't objecting either. I thought that if I got really horny that she could be a release. I was pretty sure that she wouldn't object if it came to that. We looked around inside the cave for a couple of hours before returning to the lodge. By this time it had quit snowing. Karen told us the phone and power lines were down. This last part distressed Tom, as he wouldn't be able to use his computer. Again Ralph expressed dismay about being further stranded. No one else seemed overly distraught, and for my self I was kind of enjoying it. All these good-looking women, this wasn't that bad at all. Think of your desert island fantasy and you can understand where I was coming from. We had propane to cook with, flashlights, lanterns, candles, food, shelter, water; we were ok for quite a while. The only real discomfort was the bedrooms had no heat. Karen broke out more blankets and Elsie distributed them to each of our rooms. Jokingly Karen suggested we might need to find a sleeping partner to keep warm with. This brought a round of laughter. But I did notice that everyone looked around sizing up his or her choices, myself included. Snowed In Everyone settled down in the den area as Elsie and Monica served coffee and hot chocolate. Karen asked me to help her get some canned goods form the mineshaft now that the path was cleared. Once we were inside the mine and sorting through the cases for what she wanted she told me that the situation was worse than she had earlier let on. There was another storm coming and it was going to be worse than the one that had just subsided. The road crews weren't going to be able to get to us before it hit and we were going to have to ride it out. I asked her about the snowmobiles, if we couldn't get out on them. She told me that it wasn't a good idea. Only three of them were running. One of them had a major ignition failure and Mike had ordered parts to fix it but they hadn't come as yet. There were too many of us for only three machines and it would be a hazardous trip. Our best plan was to stay put and ride it out which sounded like a good idea to me. She was obviously distraught by the situation and her main concern was for her guests. This touched me, so I touched her. I put my arms around her and gave her a hug and told her that it would be ok. We were going to be all right. We needn't alarm the others and I would do what ever I could to help. She hugged me back and told me that she knew that she could count on me. We looked into each other's eyes and she kissed me, fully and passionately. I held her tighter as my hardening member pressed against her stomach. She didn't draw away, but instead held me close and continued kissing me as she pressed her mound into me. She felt good. She reached down and unzipped my pants and reached in and grasp my hard cock. She stroked it slowly and told me to touch her. I popped the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper of her fly and slid my hand past her downy mound to her nether lips. She was hot and wet. We caressed and stroked for a time, when she said that it was time to go back in. We could continue this some time later. For a 60-year-old woman she was still good looking and had a pretty firm body. Not unattractive at all. We gathered up a couple of cases of canned goods and went back into the lodge. Dinner was uneventful. When we had finished after dinner drinks in front of the fire everyone decided to turn in early. We all said goodnight and retired to our respective rooms. About an hour after I went to bed someone open the door to my room and slipped in, came across to my bed, dropped her robe and slipped under the covers next to me. What I felt was bare skin and lots of it. It is my habit to sleep in the nude and I became erect before I even knew which one of the ladies had chosen my bed to enter. She put her arms around me and kissed me passionately and with an open mouth. "It's been a long time and I need you now," Cynthia whispered in my ear. OK, I thought, free pussy is free pussy. I found her nipples with my mouth and began kissing and sucking on them. She reached down too my hard member and took it in her hand. She pulled me over on top of her and whispered in my ear, "Now, I need you in me now, do it." I obliged as she spread her legs to give access. I slipped into her pussy in one fell thrust and started fucking her vigorously. She matched my pace and came within minutes. I came soon afterwards. She lay back ad sighed, "I needed that, it's been to long and I'm glad it was you. Thank you." "My pleasure, now you need to get back to your own room," I told her. She quickly got up, put on her robe and left. The whole encounter didn't take more that 15 minutes and she was happy. I hoped this wasn't going to be a problem. I kind of liked her as a friend, but had no emotional feeling for her as a lover. I hoped that she understood that. I decided that I need a shower. I got out of bed put on a robe, grabbed a towel and head down the dark hall to the shower. We had no electricity for lights but there was hot water from the propane fired hot water heater. I showered and dried in the dark. And it was dark. I fumbled my way back into the hall and started back to my bed. I ran smack into someone. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you and knock you down." I reached out to help who ever it was up. It was Betty. I helped her to her feet. "I was just going to the shower, would you like to join me? Please, I'd like your company," she asked quietly. It was dark and I couldn't really even see her, without saying anything I reached out, took her hand and led her to the ladies shower room, still no lights. She took off her robe and then removed mine and laid them somewhere in the dark. We joined hands and headed into the shower. She turned on and adjusted the water. We could feel the warmth, but had not gotten under the shower yet. We embraced as we had done the night before and kissed passionately. We held each other and explored each other's body. She grasped my hard cock as I felt and massaged her full breasts. Her nipples were large and erect and she like what I was doing to them. Soft moans emanated from her throat as we were making love to each other. She was good and I was enjoying this immensely. I reached down to her pubic mound and was surprised. Her mound was covered with soft downy hair, but what was surprising was the way that it protruded out from her pelvis. I slipped my finger down further and felt her wet warm labia, which were also large and hung down over an inch. This woman had a large pussy. There was definitely a lot to play with here and play I did. As I stroked her ample wet pussy she pressed it further into my hand and fingers and emitted soft throaty moans as she did. She moved back and sat on a low bench that was behind her against the wall. She pulled me down to her. I understood what she wanted and moved my mouth to taste her. I licked and sucked on those luscious large pussy lips, I had never encountered a pussy like this before. I now understood where her daughter got her womanly anatomy. The more I licked and sucked the wetter she got. I moved up and uncovered her clitoris and began licking and sucking on it. She came within a very short time. Her body tightened, arched and fluid flowed from her inner walls. She squeezed her thighs together so I couldn't escape. That was all right with me. Her pussy was so good. Soon she pulled me up and kissed me deeply and hungrily, out tongues playing tag as we did. She pushed me back and turned and placed her back against the wall. She reached down and grasped my excited member. She spread her legs and rubbed my cock against her wet labia. What happened next was the second surprise with her. She inserted the head of my cock in her vaginal opening and I pushed it slowly in. It was tight, very tight! What a surprise! After feeling her large protruding pussy lips I wasn't expecting something so tight on the inside, and it was very tight. It took some time of slow gentle strokes to work my full length into her. Once completely inside we began to move to each other. She knew what she was doing and it was very good. She reached down and massaged her clit. Within in a short time we both climaxed, she first, and then me right after. As I was filling her with spurt after spurt of my come I could fee the inner walls of her pussy massaging my cock. It was an incredible feeling. She had muscle control of the inner walls of her vagina that was astonishing. My cock wouldn't melt, I just kept fucking her and we both came again. We stood holding each other up as we came down. Soon we stepped into the shower and washed each other's bodies. Neither of us saying a word as we did this. We dried each other put on our robes and exited the shower and headed down the dark hall. When we parted we embraced once again, kissed, said goodnight and went to our separate rooms. The next morning at breakfast there were two smiling happy ladies. Both Tom and Ralph were irritable, Ralph because he was feeling confined and Tom because his computer was down. I took my morning coffee out to the front porch and sat in the morning sun, it felt good. Betty came out and joined me. We sat drinking our coffee and viewing out over the lake. It was a beautiful view, it was a beautiful day and I had a beautiful lady sitting next to me, what could be better. We made small talk for a few minutes when she said "I hope you don't think me a wanton woman or a slut. I just needed that last night and seized the opportunity. Thank you, it felt so good and you are a very good lover. You fulfilled my needs and made me feel satiated." " I think you are a beautiful, very desirable woman and I'm only glad that I was there so that what happened did.," was my reply. "Anne has complained to me a couple of times that Ralph is still hitting on her pretty hard, even though she has definitely let him she is not interested and he has no chance," she said. "Would you like me to speak to Ralph? Let him know that he should back off," I replied back to her. "No, I think Anne can handle him herself, but thank you for offering," she returned. With that we got up and went back inside to the rest of the group. Ralph and Tom were both ragging on Karen about when the snow plows were going to clear the road so they could leave. Poor woman, she had no idea, but they kept after her about it any way. "Listen guys, she doesn't know and they will get here when they get here, so why don' you just drop it and enjoy the relaxing serene atmosphere here. You're getting pissed off and ragging on Karen about it isn't going to make them get here any quicker," I admonished them. I must have spoken with some authority as both of them shut up and went and sat down in sullen silence. I went up stairs to my room to lay down for a while. I napped for about an hour before going back down stairs. Some of the girls were playing cards and I sat down in front of the fire. Karen came over and asked me if I would be willing to go to the mine and bring in a couple of cases of soda for her. "Gladly," I told her as I put on my parka. I went out the back door of the lodge to the path we had cleared and went to the mine. As I entered the mine I heard loud voices from one of the caverns. I followed them to the second tunnel on the right. This was the one that had the old mining equipment stored in it. As I entered I saw Ralph holding Anne's wrists and trying to force her to the floor. She was telling him to let her go and get the hell out of there. His back was to me and I stepped up behind him and grabbed the muscles on each side of his neck with my fingers and squeezed as hard as I could. He released her and went down easily grabbing at his pained muscles. I then kneed him in the head as hard as I could putting him completely down. "Get the fuck out of here now, and don't ever touch her again or I'll break both your fucking arms. Now get out of here!" I yelled at him. Ralph crawled a little ways before standing and then leaving with his tail between his legs. Anne rushed to me and grabbed me in an embrace. I just came out here to look at this old mining equipment and he followed me and ..." she sobbed. I held her close and tried my best to comfort her. She sobbed in my embrace for a few minutes before we headed back to the lodge. Her mother ran into us as I was taking her up the stairs. She took Anne to her room and thanked me as they went in. I was pissed, who the hell did Ralph think he was. He was sitting in the den when I came back down. I walked up to him and met his gaze, he looked down at the floor. He couldn't look me in the eye like a man, but cowered like a whipped dog instead. "Don't ever do that again, do you understand?" I told him. All he could do was stare at the floor and nod agreement. I turned and saw Karen, Cynthia, Monica, Elsie and Tom all staring at me. "No big deal, he just needed a little reminding of proper etiquette." With that I turned and went back to the mine to get the sodas. As I got the sodas to return to the lodge, Karen came in the cavern. "What was all that about?" she asked. I told her what had happened and that it wouldn't happen again or I would send him packing through the snow on his way back to town on foot. She laughed at that and thanked me for being there for Anne. She reached out to me and gave me a big wet kiss and said, "You are such a man, thank you for being here!" We went back to the lodge and put the sodas in the refrigerator in the kitchen. "Indulge an older woman for a few minutes," she requested and with that she put her arm around me and held me tight. I embraced her and we just stood there for a while holding each other. "I miss Mike and need him here. You're going to have to substitute for him if you don't mind. All I need is a hug now and then and reassurance that every thing is going to be ok. Can you do that for me?" She asked. "Yes I can do that for you, whenever you need." Was my reply. We returned to the den area. The rest of the day went on uneventful. I got Tom and Ralph to help me bring in another cord of firewood. That would hold us for a day or two. There was an ample supply stocked up out side the lodge, all we had to do was bring it in. Late that evening it began to snow again, only this time there was more wind to go with it. The temperature was also dropping. We built a large fire and the heat from it kept the den area fairly warm and some of the heat went upstairs to the guest rooms. We opened the doors to allow as much heat as possible warm the rooms that evening. For fun Karen broke out the screen basket popcorn poppers and we popped corn on the fire in the fireplace and had sodas or beer with it. Monica got out a battery-powered radio and found an oldies but goodies music station and we danced. Ralph turned his attention toward Cynthia and she seemed to accept it. I was keeping an eye on him anyway. Monica seemed to take a liking to Tom. Talk about complete opposites, but they seemed to be hitting it off. I danced with Betty and Anne and a few times with Karen. Even took Elsie around the floor for a turn or two. Everyone seemed to be having fun and not worrying about our situation. Around ten we cleaned up and headed up to bed. I suggested that they all leave their doors open to let in some heat from the fireplace downstairs. It was getting colder. About an hour after I went to bed I felt someone crawl into my bed and wrap her arms around me, she was cold and was using me to warm up. "My mother suggested that I come in here and get in bed with you if I was cold. She didn't want my cold skinny body next to her. Is it alright?" Anne whispered in my ear. I didn't answer her; I just put my arms around her and drew her close to me. Her slight lithe body warmed quickly and she began nuzzling my neck with her nose and mouth. Our legs were intertwined and I could feel her large protruding pussy against my thigh. One difference, this one didn't have hair, it was as smooth as a babies behind. I could feel her small breasts and rock hard nipples drilling into my chest. We were both becoming aroused. Thing were heating up. I rolled her to her back and kissed her firmly. Her lips were accepting and parted to accept my exploring tongue. Our tongues explored each other. I move down to kiss and suck on her hard erect nipples. She let out a guttural moan as I did this. I slid my hand down to touch her full pussy lips. To my astonishment I could swear that her pussy was actually larger than her mother's. It seemed to protrude more and her labia lips, both inner and outer were larger and longer. When I slipped my finger inside her warm wetness it felt tighter than her mothers. I continued to stroke and caress her pussy while still working on her breasts and nipples with my mouth. Her breathing was becoming heavier and deeper. She pushed on my shoulders to direct my mouth toward her pussy. I followed her lead and went down on her. This was fantastic, her pussy was every man's dream playground, especially mine. I kissed and sucked on those long fat lips and probed my tongue inside. Their smooth wetness made me even harder. This seemed to arouse her even more. I moved up to uncover her clit and began licking and sucking on it. This action drove her over the edge very soon. She climaxed with great intensity and let out a howling yell I was sure everyone in the lodge must have heard. At this point I didn't give a shit. I just wanted more of her. Her female juices came washing out of her and flooded my face. It smelled and tasted wonderful. I couldn't get enough of it. As she came down she pushed me over and onto my back. She straddled me and placed her vagina on my cock with those large engorged meaty lips on either side. She then began to ride back and forth on me, rubbing those luscious lips back and forth of my hardened cock. I was getting close to coming and she must have sensed this as she rotated her hips as she moved back and forth so that my hard rod easily started to slip into her love hole. It was tight, incredibly tight. It took some time for her to work all of my length into her and once in its tightness and the flexing of her vaginal walls was not going to allow me to last long. She was incredible; there is no other way to describe how she felt and how she made love. She came again, and I could feel every muscle in her body tighten, she screamed a long guttural moan that came from her very core. I know everyone heard this one. Just as she was finishing I felt the pressure build in my testicles and I came with such force and volume that it even surprised me. I shot powerful load after load into her tight small vagina. I could feel our combined fluids draining out of her, onto me and down on the bed. Just as I was finishing she came again, this was incredible. The feel of her pulsating vagina walls on my still hard cock was driving me wild. I pounded into her more and she rewarded me by coming once again. Never had I had it so good. She collapsed on me and just lay there as I held her tight for a long time. Eventually she relaxed and rolled over next to me and snuggled up to me. Just before we both dozed off in a tight embrace she whispered in my ear, "My mother told me you were good, and boy was she right." When I woke the next morning she was gone. I rose, threw on my robe and grabbed my towel and headed to the showers. I noticed that Ralph's door was closed. I showered and shaved and started to feel whole again. That little girl had definitely drained it out of me. I passed Betty on the way back to my room, She said, "Good morning," gave me a big smile, a wink and a slap on the ass as she passed me on her way to the shower. When I got back to my room to dress, I looked outside and the wind was still blowing and it was still snowing. There must have been eight feet of snow on the ground total. This was definitely a big storm. When I got down stairs for breakfast Karen greeted me with a big smile, so did Elsie. Monica, Tom, Cynthia and Ralph were all absent. I got the best greeting from Anne. When she saw me she gave me a smile that made my whole body melt and then gave me a big hug and kiss, then drug me over to sit with her. She made me feel like a king. In a few minutes Monica came in and seemed in a very happy mood also. A little later Ralph and Cynthia came down together, holding hand no less. Betty joined us just as breakfast was being served. As we passed the plates she leaned over an gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "Hope you slept well, it was tough for the rest of us with all the noise that was going on." She laughed and passed me the toast. For lack of anything better to do I decided to clear the path to the mine again. The wind and snow were letting up and some exercise and fresh air would feel good. I got Ralph to carry in more wood for the fireplace while I went out back to shovel more snow to clear the path. Tom still hadn't made an appearance. I was really pleased with my winter vacation despite being snowed in. About ten o'clock Karen brought me a cup of hot chocolate. She had called Mike on her cell and he still didn't know when they could have the road cleared. She told him what had been going on here and he had told her to thank me for him. Teasingly she told me that she didn't think she had a way to say thanks that would be better than what I was getting. Somehow she was aware of both Betty and Anne and didn't disapprove. I gave her a big hug for the hot chocolate and for being so nice. I also playfully hinted that there might be something she could do. She left with a smile or her face and bounce in her gait. Snowed In At noon I stopped shoveling and went in for lunch. Monica had made Vegetable soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Delicious! Of course I was so hungry I'd have eaten anything including Monica. Betty and Anne both hugged and kissed me as we sat down to lunch. One of them sat on each side of me. These were two incredible women, with the most awesome pussies that I had ever encountered. As we ate lunch I felt a hand on each thigh and couldn't have been happier. As we were finishing lunch I reached down and gave each of their pussies a rub and got a very positive response from each. Somehow I got the distinct feeling that they didn't mind sharing me with each other. Damn this was turning out to be a good vacation! After lunch I went back out and finished the path to the mine entrance. I opened the heavy wood door and was surprised how warm it was once you were inside. Cynthia came out to talk to me. She told me that she had spent the night with Ralph and had enjoyed it. She was attempting to let me down easy. I had to laugh to myself; there was no letting down necessary. I wasn't into her and she didn't seem to know about either Betty or Anne. She gave me a big hug and a kiss and thanked me for understanding. We returned to the lodge to get cleaned up for dinner. I went to my room and stripped. Put on my robe and went to the shower. I had been the shower about ten minutes, just enjoying the hot water spraying over my body, when Anne pulled back the shower curtain and asked if I would like to have my back scrubbed. She stepped in and we embraced. We each grabbed a washcloth and soap and began washing each other. This was great foreplay. I spent an extra amount of time washing her pussy with my hand and I could feel her arousal and wetness through the water and soap. I lifted her up and placed her back against the wall as she wrapped her lithe shapely legs around me and slid down onto my shaft. As we kissed I couldn't help but think what an incredible pussy this girl had. We fucked like this with the shower cascading over us until we both came, not as intense as the night before, but wonderful just the same. We rinsed off and returned to our rooms to dress for dinner. Everyone seemed very happy at dinner, even Tom was beaming, talkative and happy. Monica must have taken very good care of him last night. Dinner was good and we all retired to the den. Karen gave us a report on clearing the road and our status in the lodge. If necessary she told us we were good for a month with the supplies she had on hand. We were in no danger and if we did need emergency help the county sheriff would fly in a helicopter to take us out. But as long as we were ok we could wait till the road got cleared. It had quit snowing by this time. I poured myself some hot chocolate, put on my parka and went out onto the porch and sat down. I must be getting addicted to this hot chocolate, but it just seemed to go with everything in this place. There was almost a full moon and its reflection off the fresh blanket of snow was breath taking. The lake, the snow and the moonlight made it look almost surreal. Betty came out to join me. I could tell she was taking in this magnificently beautiful view the same as I was. As we set and talked she held my hand and told me how happy she and Anne were to have found me on this vacation. It had been a long time since either of them had enjoyed something so much. Of course they knew about each other and me, all I could stammer was how good they had made me feel. With that said she set her chocolate down and gave me a big bear hug and probably the most passionate kiss that I have ever received. She snuggled against me and we set there taking in the view. Anne came out and joined us. I got a big hug and a kiss from her also. We sat there for a long time just snuggling and kissing for quite a while. Eventually we got up and went in. The lodge was quite, everyone had already gone to bed. Anne and Betty went up stairs; I threw a few more logs on the fire so it would last the night. I went up to my room, undressed and got into bed. I was tired after my snow-shoveling workout. About ten minutes after I got into bed both Anne and Betty came into my room, closed the door, disrobed and got into bed with me. This was incredible, two very beautiful sharing my bed with me. We snuggled up and believe it or not we went to sleep. This was one of the most relaxing and pleasurable nights sleep that I had ever had. I woke several times during the night and touched or kissed both of them, and then we would snuggle back up and go to sleep again. The next morning we woke early and went and took a shower together. It was crowded, but nobody seemed to mind. Once dressed and down stairs we decided as a lark to fix breakfast for every one. The menu; French toast, bacon, and you guessed it hot chocolate. Karen, Monica and Elsie were surprised, and pleased. It gave them a little break and gave them time to enjoy a leisurely morning cup of coffee. Ralph and Cynthia come down together holding hands and Tom came out from the rear of the lodge from Monica' room again looking like he had really been worked over. Monica must be really working him out. We all had breakfast and after cleaning up we retired to the den in front of the fireplace to discuss what we were going to for the day. The snow was deep and not melting. Still no word on when the snowplow crew would have the road cleared. In fact they hadn't even started on it yet. We each headed off in our own direction. Betty took my hand a pulled me toward the stairs up to my room. Anne gave me a smile and a wink, as if to say have a good time. Once we were in my room with the door shut Betty put her arms around me and gave me a very passionate kiss. I was instantly hard and ready for her. We couldn't strip each other's cloths off fast enough. We tumbled on to the bed and began caressing and orally assaulting each other's bodies. I could fee her hands around my cock as she licked and kissed the head. I then felt her mouth engulf the head and her tongue swirl around it while she sucked. She took more of me into her mouth. This woman certainly knew what she was doing. The pleasure she was giving me was intense. I mover her around till her pussy was directly over my face. I attack her meaty wet vulvae with my mouth and tongue. Sucking and licking her with as much adore as I could muster. She was taking all of my cock into her mouth now. The sensation was exquisite. As I worked on her pussy the juices were starting to flow, washing my face with her fragrant stickiness. I moved to her clit and began sucking on it and licking it in earnest. I could feel her getting closer to climax. She was trembling and her pussy was convulsing as I alternately sucked her clit and inserted my tongue as far as I could into her vagina. It was no contest; I came first, hard and filled her mouth. She was not surprised and had anticipated my climax and began sucking my exploding cock as hard as she could, swallowing all of my hot seed. Right after I came she began her orgasm, washing my face with her abundant flow of vaginal fluid. She was beautiful. Sex with her was beautiful; all of this was beautiful. We lay there in the afterglow for about an hour, each of us napping as we embraced. When I awoke she was gone. I grabbed my robe and headed for the shower. I was standing under the hot shower just relaxing as the shower curtain was moved aside. It was Anne; she stepped in to join me. We hugged and kissed under the shower stream and washed each other's bodies. This was a very sensual act. We ended up with me behind her with my arms around her and massaging her pert little breast and erect nipples with my hand and fingers. She found this to be very exciting. My stiff cock was between her cheeks and thighs rubbing back and forth on her ample vagina lips. She bent forward to give me better access to her and I slipped my hard cock into her tight pussy. I still found it hard to believe that her pussy was this tight, very tight. She wanted it hard and deep and that is what I gave her, ramming my cock into her to he hilt, withdrawing and ramming it in again. She just maneuvered her ass to give me even better access, which I took full advantage of. She climaxed quickly and hard. Holding her self against the shower wall with her hands for support she jammed her pussy back onto my dick as hard and deep as she possibly could. I could feel her cervix, so I must have been deep. The inner walls of her pussy gripped my cock in an almost vice like grip. I came in large spurts inside her and she took it all in. We almost collapsed and held each up against the shower wall. When we caught our breath and our hearts quite racing we rinsed off and dried each other. We hugged and kissed passionately for a few minutes not wanting to let go of the moment. Finally she released me, put on her robe and with an impish smile on her face exited the shower back to her room. These two women were going to screw me to death, I really didn't care though as I was thourghly enjoying it and didn't want it to end. Both of them had incredible bodies and knew what to do with them. When I went down stairs, lunch was ready and we all sat down to eat. Ralph and Cynthia were not present, but no one was concerned. We figured they were together and doing what felt good. Talk at lunch was casual and no one was concerned about our situation. At this point there was no need for concern. Karen updated us on her last call to Mike and they still hadn't started to clear the road to the lodge. We decided to play some card. We spent the afternoon playing strip poker. I'm not sure whose bright idea that was, but it turned into an interesting afternoon. I had already seen everything that Betty and Anne had to offer and it was good. I was curious about Monica, Karen and Elsie. As I recall it was actually Betty and Anne that suggested strip poker. There was a lot of discussion during our play what it would cost the losers and what the winners would receive. Tom was the most uncomfortable with the situation. After a while I could understand his discomfort. He was a terrible poker player. Tom was down to his underwear in very short order. His game plan at this point was to fold unless he had a sure thing, which wasn't very often. I managed to hang onto my pants and underwear. Both Anne and Betty were bare chested. Being one of the more experienced card players, Monica had only lost her blouse and socks. Poor Elsie was down to her Panties and they were brief. Barely covering her womanly privates. She did have some really good-looking breasts though. Under her clothing she was concealing a very nicely formed body. No excess anywhere, just nice and shapely. All of these bare breasts were having a very negative effect on Tom's game. He lost another big hand and was forced to remove his boxers. He was now nude for all to see. And sorry to say there was not much to see. Anne, snickered and Betty and Karen turned their eyes away so as not to embarrass him. Monica came to his defense. "He may not be well hung, but he can eat pussy with the best of them!" She told all that were assembled. This still didn't ease Tom's embarrassment much. The card game pretty much ended at this point. Tom redressed and there was no further discussion of rewards and penalties. Funny thing though Tom was the only one that put his clothes back on. All of the ladies took off their pants and retired to the bar for a drink in their panties. I just sat back in my chair and stared at them, not even trying to hide my visual assault on their bodies. No one seemed to mind; in fact they were all flirting around and encouraging me. This was great. They were all good looking ladies, each in their own way. To get over his embarrassment, Tom retired to his room with his computer. We lounged around for about an hour until the ladies decided to get dressed and fix dinner. As they left for their rooms each came over and gave me a hug and a kiss, except for Betty she grabbed my head and buried my face between her breasts, then hugged and kissed me. To my amazement everyone involved accepted what was happening a very natural thing. My desert island fantasy was becoming more real all the time. Everyone showed up for dinner. Ralph and Cynthia were pretty much into each other. Tom helped Monica and Elsie cleanup after dinner and then retired to their rooms, Tom going with Monica. Anne and Betty decided that they were going out and try the hot tub. There was no electricity to run the Jacuzzi pump, but the water heater worked. Elsie sat with me in the den and we talked for a while. Her marriage was a little rocky. It had gotten to that boring stage marriages sometimes do and they had been trying to come up with some ways to spice it up. "I wish I were better looking like Betty or Anne, then maybe my husband would find me more sexually attractive. I just feel plain," She told me. "No, not at all, you are a very attractive, desirable woman." I replied sincerely. "He just doesn't seem to notice me any more, or look at me in that special way he used to." "Maybe you just need to spice thing up a little. Then He might notice more. Sexy underwear might be the trick to get his attention, "I suggested. "You've got a very sexy body, I know, I've been looking at all afternoon." "Do you really think so? You're not just saying that to make me feel good are you?" She asked. "No, I'm not just saying that. Let me prove it to you," I suggested. Please stand her in front of me." So here in the den in the only light being given off by the fire I removed her clothes. Once she was stand nude in front of me I said, "See there you are in all you beautiful sensual glory. I desire you, I want to touch you and I want to make love to you, what man wouldn't. You have beautifully shaped breasts that are high and proud on your chest, very sensual nipples that also stand erect and inviting. You have a small tight waist and a nearly flat stomach, your legs and thighs are tight ad well shaped. You have a beautiful ass. And your woman hood is near perfection." With that I cupped her mound with my hand and pressed into it. She didn't resist, she only stood looking into my eyes. With my other had I cupped her breast and softly massaged it and her nipple, which responded to my touch immediately. I could also feel the heat from her pussy as it become moist and ready. I slipped one finger inside of her and felt her wetness. I kissed and suckled her other nipple with my mouth and felt it also respond. I put my arms around her and hugged her as I gave her a wet passionate kiss. She returned the kiss and the hug, but released soon. "I can't make love to you or let you make love to me, I'm married and it wouldn't be right, but thank you for the offer. Some how it makes me feel better," and with that she withdrew, gathered her cloths and went to her room. I followed her and proceeded on out to the rear deck where the two lovelies were in the hot tub. I could barely see them for all the steam rising off the hot water into the cold night winter air. It was below freezing and the water in the hot tub had to be at least 80º. I stripped out of my clothes and joined them in the hot tub. Betty excused herself, said that she was going to get out before she cooked and was going inside. Anne just smiled and me and reached over and grabbed my dick under the water. It started to get erect immediately. She slipped over and straddled me and we began kissing and touching. Our lovemaking was slow and tender. Kisses, touches, and little bites all over. She had the cutest small breasts, just barely a hand full, but so firm and pert. Her nipples stood out like plump raisins and were very sensitive. Every time that I touched them with my fingers or tongue she reacted with low soft moans. As she straddled me the head of my cock was rubbing against her full pussy lips. We were both becoming more aroused by the minute. Her small lithe body against me felt incredible, but I did not want to rush our lovemaking, I was enjoying this too much. As I looked toward the rear of the lodge I could see Karen standing in her bedroom window nude watching us. For a woman her age she had a very good figure. Her full breasts had a little sag to them, but were still quite shapely and she only had a little bit of stomach. Her waist was still well defined. She was still an attractive woman in anyone's book. I could see her left hand was touching her breast and her right hand was out if sight below the window ledge and I had to assume that she was masturbating herself with it as she watched us. I didn't mind an audience and continued to make love to Anne who seemed to be thourghly enjoying herself. As Anne was moving her pussy lips over the head of my cock she was slowly working it past the ample lips and into her inner sanctum. Little by little I was entering that tight little vagina of hers. She reached down to uncover and rub her clit as I entered her. Once I was all the way in she began to stroke my dick more vigorously. I could feel the head of my dick just touching her cervix. Without a doubt I was all the way inside her. Each time my dickhead touched her cervix she let lout a small sigh and the moaned. I had my mouth over one breast and was tonguing her erect nipple and nibbling it occasionally. With my hand I was working her other breast and squeezing her nipple between my fingertips. All of this was bring her close to orgasm very quickly. I could feel her tensing up as she climaxed. The inner walls of the vagina were flexing on my cock making her even tighter. She was an incredible lover and was in complete control of her body and definitely knew what to do with it. When she came, her whole body spasamed and she let out a loud guttural yell. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard!" She yelled hoarsely. She must have climaxed three or four times in quick succession before I came inside her, unloading load after load of semen into her hot tight pussy. As I was finishing she came again, only this time with even more force than before. She collapsed on to me and we just set there holding each other in the hot water until we both recovered. This was incredible sex to say the least. We kissed long and deep. "My god that was good, so very good," She said. After a few moments she rose and got out of the hot tub, gathered her things, said goodnight and went back into the lodge. I sat in the hot tub for a few more minutes. I looked up at Karen's bedroom window. She was standing there with her arms crossed over her chest just below her breasts. Her arms were holding her breasts up and out, and they looked magnificent in the soft glow of the moonlight. She smiled at me, waved and turned back into her room. I got out of the hot tub and put my pants on. I turned of the water heater and went I to the lodge. As I passed Karen's door I noticed that it was open and thought I would stick my head in and tease her a little. I pushed the door open and looked in. She was just getting out of the shower and was drying herself off. "Enjoy the show?" I asked. She smiled and blushed slightly as she replied, "Yes, very much, so much so that I was tempted to join you." "Glad that you liked it," I stated while stepping into the room. "Do you like what you see?" she asked as she stood up with her arms raised so that I had a full view of her body. I have to say that for 60 years old she still had an incredible body. She was reasonably tight and shapely. The upper part of her pussy was covered with a full natural bush. Her Thighs and legs were still very well shaped and tight. "Yes, I like what I see, very much so." By this time I was standing in the center of the room directly in front of her. She dropped the towel and approached me. She put her arms around me and gave me a very deep kiss. We held each other tightly as we kissed and I could feel the breasts against my bare chest and I knew that my hardening dick was press into her abdomen. Snowed In It's a blizzard outside. The two of you are safe and warm inside a cabin. How do you pass the time? * * * * * Click Here to listen. (39 min/mp3) * * * * * Snowed in The drive had been awful, 3 ½ hours of heavy snow and stop and start traffic. That was even before we had even managed to get off the motorway and on to the narrow country roads. The snow continued to swirl around in the strengthening wind as we drove up the narrow and rutted lane. It was late February, the school holidays. It marked the time of the annual college walkers' weekend. During the week, a few of the couples had backed out. Only Andrea, the lone single, had confirmed and so we weren't sure how many we would get for the annual bash in the Lake District. We had been doing this every year since college 12 years earlier. Gradually people had lost interest and from the early days of booking out the whole youth hostel we now only had enough for a couple of farmers' cottages. Andrea had been a stalwart, she had stopped for a while but come back a couple of years ago. We turned into the courtyard, a converted farm, with 3 stone built crofters' cottages leading down one leg. At the end of the courtyard lay the 2 up 2 down barn conversion. It was a beautiful spot, remote, miles away from nearest shop and pub. The driveway was long and rutted and took you 1/2 mile from the nearest road. The road itself wound down a narrow valley with a small stream running down its edge, down to the village. This looked like the last hoorah I thought to myself as the car swung into the small courtyard. We were the first ones there and it was already 8.30 PM, pitch black with the snow coming down harder with every minute. Terry and I started to unpack the car; we had the booze, 3 wine boxes, a few crates of beers, a couple of bottles of gin and vodka, some cider and mixers. We wanted a party but had not bargained for the type we would actually be getting. We assumed that a part from the breakfast cereal we unpacked we could get food the next day at the village shop. We found the key under the boot scraper on the step, just where Mrs Bell, the landlady, always left it. We opened the door and tried to switch the light on but nothing happened. The house was cold; indeed it felt like someone had sucked all the heat from it. There was also the distinctive smell of damp, we were probably the first booking of the year and the house hadn't been aired as a result of the poor weather. There was enough light from the car headlights to see that Mrs Bell had left us a note on the table, apparently the power had been off all day and was due back on at any time. She had left us some candles and a torch, the fire had been set and there were plenty of logs. Terry set about unpacking as I lit the fire. She slung a bag over her shoulder and went upstairs being led by the light from the torch. "Derek, you better have a look at this." She shouted down. I stumbled up the stairs to join her on the landing. She shone the torch into the small bedroom at the front of the house and then up at the ceiling. A large crack had opened and water was steadily flowing directly on to the bed below. She shone the torch across the landing, following the trail of water into the other bedroom; this too was dripping on to the bed. "Mrs Bell would have gone by now." I said, "she's probably half way to her sisters' by now." There was no phone and a mobile signal was out of the question. At that moment we heard another car pull into the courtyard. I trotted down the stairs to greet the new arrival. Half blinded by the bright car headlights I could just make out the shape of someone standing behind an open car door, it was Andrea. "I thought no-one else was here. What's with the lights?" she called out. "There's no power. It gets worse!" I shouted back. Andrea has a slight but athletic build, small, perky breasts with short dark hair, a dark complexion and electric blue eyes. She has sleek and sharp features and looks rather boyish from behind, with slim hips and a tight butt. Andrea works as a primary school teacher. She also plays football, she is good as well by all accounts, but didn't gain the physique to make it at a higher level. She coaches and runs girls teams and still plays, even beyond the tender age of 30. She is 5 ft 3, a left sided midfielder; she has a real passion for the game and remains fiercely competitive, aggressive, a ladette on the pitch but demure and quiet off it. She came across and took a hold of me to give me a big hug. This was a nice greeting, Andrea and I had never been all that close. I was always an extra to the group of girls from the college, somewhat of an outsider, I just turning up at weekends, driving 3 hours each week from my job in London. I am 6 ft 2, and am in reasonable shape (I still manage to jog and go to the gym), I have dark hair and brown eyes. Theresa, my wife and an original member of the group is the exact opposite to Andrea. She is 6 ft tall in her stocking feet, a real match for me in stature, taller than me in any kind of a heel. She is buxom, has long flowing and wavy blonde hair, is broad, with a 42 inch chest, that is now blossoming to a generous DD cup as she gains a little weight. She is larger boned and very curvy, not at all sporty nor competitive, but very sexual and horny, willing to try anything. She works a social worker; dealing with some seriously messed up kids and so likes to play hard when the chance arises. The night remained bleak and dark and looked like it was drawing in further, the howling wind was strengthening and white lumps of snow were highlighted in the glow of the car headlights. "What's worse?" Andrea asked as she hugged and greeted Terry. "We have a slight leakage problem as well." I said, trying not to sound too alarmist. At that moment the lights flickered on. "Voila!" Terry exclaimed. "The upstairs is out of action, I wouldn't put the lights on up there, come and have a look." I said leading both women up the steps. We decided to strip the beds and try to dry some blankets off. We all thought there was little point in trying to get somewhere in the village until morning, as it was already past 9.00 PM and everywhere would be full. The weather didn't look all that good either. The heating kicked in and the fire threw up to a roar, the small lounge and downstairs became warm very quickly. I rigged up a line in front of the fire as we sat having drinks. "Sorry I was so late." Andrea chirped up. "I know I am the closest but I had to make a few stops along the way and a detour, I think the weather has blown a few trees down." With that the room was plunged into darkness, the power had failed again. "Oh God, never mind, it will be an adventure." Terry said lighting the candles. We chatted and caught up on the past year and reminisced about times passed as we sat in front of the fire sipping at our wine. It was past midnight when we finally made up a rough bed on the floor in front of the fire, Andrea had found some dry blankets in a cupboard and the duvets had dried enough to sleep under. The room was warm and cosy as one by one we changed into night clothes and dived under the covers. The stone floor was hard but my back was well cushioned well enough by the deep pile of blankets underneath me. We had all piled in together many times before so this wasn't as strange as it could have been. We awoke the next morning to a glorious but rather concerning sight - a complete white out. The weather had worsened in the night, the wind had changed direction and we had about a foot of snow. The view across the valley was a real picture but we all knew that nothing would be moving. "We ain't going anywhere in this." Andrea said dolefully. "I'll get the fire going again, we've got plenty of wood, I saw some behind the bunker over the other side of the yard if we run out." I said cheerily. "Still no lights," Terry said flicking at the switch. "I'll catch the news on the radio," Andrea said, "I'll get some gear on and listen to the 9 o'clock news on the local station in the car, there's bound to be some kind of a report." We all got dressed. I poked and prodded the fire back into life as the girls ate breakfast. There was no milk left as I completed my task and went into the tiny kitchen for my bowl of cereal. "I'll go up the lane to the big house and see if anyone is in, they might have some milk." Terry said, grabbing at her coat and walking boots. Andrea grabbed her gear and went off out of the door with Terry, stopping at her car on the way. It was some time before Andrea returned; the news of the weather wasn't good, warnings not to travel and of worse to come. "The lane looks a bit deep, I wouldn't risk it if I were you." Terry said as she came back through the door. "The big house is empty and locked up tight." "Oh well, we'll just have to haul in for a couple of days, no food, no milk, just booze!" I joked. The cottage was bathed in a bright half light reflected from the snow, the sky was still angry and snow flurried down in waves. The fire soon warmed us all through; I began stripping off layers as the heat penetrated my bones. Terry rigged up a pot to boil some water, so we could have hot drinks and even a wash. We had some deep conversations, even a protracted argument about the offside law in football. Terry was so excited that she just fell asleep. By 3.00 PM it was getting dark, the candles were long since gone and there wasn't enough light to read so we just chatted and chatted. Having exhausted all other options the conversation turned to Andrea and her lack of boyfriends. By this time we were all a little worse for the weather, snacking on dry corn flakes and well into the third box of wine. Terry was slurring and swaying, Andrea was loud and had lost her reserve, openly flirting and spilling the beans about lesbians on her football team and the bi's that will nail anything. "I have a real thing about tongues." Andrea said, "That's why I can't get any boyfriends. The thought of their tongue inside my mouth, it makes me want to, ..... then its all over." "What about oral sex?" asked Terry, rather forthrightly. Andrea retorted in equally forthright tones, "I don't really like oral being done to me, especially with the guy's tongue. I won't swallow, in fact I don't really like the taste of it either, I am not on pill so they can't come in there and I don't like it over my face or tits." "What do you like then?" Terry responded. "Most other things" "But boys like a blow job and I love giving them," said Terry with a coy smile, her reserve beginning to wane. "No wonder I don't get many boyfriends then." "What other things do you like?" I asked. A long silence broke out. Andrea just stared into space. "I get enough," she said, changing the subject, "I just don't to get to meet enough men in my game. " Terry went off to the toilet, staggering and bumping her way through the small dark and cold kitchen. "Derek," Terry's voice yelled in a shriek, "the torch has run out." Andrea shouted, "What size are the batteries?" "Um, mid sized, I think." Came the faltering voice from the toilet. Andrea dove straight for her capacious handbag, overturned it and a torrent of love toys spilled out from the inside. She grabbed a huge pink veined vibro, unscrewed the end calmly and extracted the batteries. I watched opened mouthed as Terry re-appeared clutching the torch and the dead batteries. Andrea calmly inserted the replacements, turned it on and gave it back to Terry. "There you are, as good as new." She said chirpily. "Have you got any more like that?" Terry asked, suppressing a broad grin. Andrea just shrugged it off and sat back down by the fire. She dipped down and sorted the collection of toys slowly and deliberately, lining them up along the mantle starting with a small glittery number, a double ended anal stimulator and a stubby butt plug. "There, now you know." She said gesturing at the line of objects. We both grinned but decided to treat this display as perfectly normal. After a long pause Terry said, "I know we'll play a game," trying to change the subject. I searched the draw under the television, there were no games, but there were bits of boards, some Monopoly cards, a couple of dice, a few playing cards, but nothing that we could use. "What about I-spy or charades?" I asked. Both girls curled their noses. "Perhaps something a little more adult - spin the bottle?" Again no joy "I know what about playing truth or dare?" said Terry. "Andrea, tell us the true story of the vibros", she was banking on her competitive nature and diminished judgement kicking in. "Why have you got them here, why in your bag?" Andrea took a deep breath, "Ok truth. I can't stop wanking, I have to do it every night five or six times until I orgasm, sometimes I get myself off in the lunch break or in the car – I had to stop and wank off in lay-by three times on the way over that's why I was so late." Blushing she explained "It's the only way I can get off to sleep." "Did you wank off in your car this morning" I asked, Andrea just went bright red, "I'll take that as a big yes then." "What about last night? Did you," asked Terry. "No, I do have some control over it you know." Andrea pouted back. "But I did slipe a finger or two in whilst you were asleep." I coughed to break the thread and change tack, trying to mitigate Andrea's obvious embarrassment. "What about your truth or dare?" she said looking at me, "Isn't this the ultimate male fantasy, two women and you, snowed in, you know a threesome. Didn't you do it college?" I nodded slowly to confirm the stories from college, Terry the notorious bi. "I heard stories but didn't fully believe them," Andrea said. "No wonder she was never short of boyfriends." "Something kept me coming up from London every week, I wouldn't drive for 3 hours on a Friday night and back early on Monday morning for nothing would I?" I added. "Tell me the details," Andrea said leaning forward with an excited look. "Do you remember Ruth, the tall dark haired one with the massive tits?" "Yeah" "I did her, she begged me to fuck her after Terry had been licking her out. Terry is really good at licking out" "What about the coloured girl, Trishia?" Andrea asked. "Oh yes, she's the one that liked ATM, my cock from Terry's arse to her mouth, a real naughty one that one" "Who was the best?" "Besides Terry?" Terry butted in, "That has to be Charlotte, God she was a real dirty cow" "Insatiable too," I added, "I suppose she caught me at my best, she would keep both of us at it all night, I don't think I could keep up now, do you know what she is doing now?" "Last time I heard she was working in the city." Terry, jumped in again "She had the widest arsehole I have ever seen, she could cram two of anything up there, cocks, bananas, cucumbers, anything" "Did you see her do that?" Andrea asked in amazement. "Oh yes", we both nodded "Did any refuse?" "Oh yes, the ginger girl, Eve, she wouldn't go in for a threesome." Terry smiled wryly and said quietly, "But she did go in for me once or twice." "It's time for Terry's truth or dare – do you find me attractive?" Andrea asked looking straight into her eyes. "Nice tits and a tidy arse," Terry responded looking Andrea up and down, "nice smell," breathing on to the back of Andrea's neck, "but a worrying tongue aversion, I wouldn't get a good licking." "How did you get all of your room mates into bed?" Andrea pushed further. Terry, with a sexy grin and looked over at me and said "Later" "I like to watch. Derek has a bigger than average cock, not in length but girth. I love to watch a girlfriend struggle to get her jaws around his cock and to see her tight hole stretched over and around his thick prick. Hardcore wasn't easy to get a hold of back then, we had no telly and to make our own entertainment, I have largely grown out of it since then, the kids came along and we haven't really done a threesome since we got hitched." She said, wistfully. Terry continued, "There has been too much truth and not enough daring," stirring Andreas competitiveness further. Andrea said, "I know another game" She gathered the two dice from the drawer under the television. "The game is quite simple," she instructed, "it is called odd and even. It is based on a game that one of the footie team girls played, although she did it with two guys. I have been thinking about how it could be adapted. It starts with us two girls taking it in turns to throw the first dice" "You are even and the other girl is odd. If you throw an even number it happens to you and if you throw an odd one it happens to the other girl" "What happens?" "It's all about where you would receive an object of pleasure. If it is a 2 it happens to your mouth, a 4 to your tits and a 6 to your cunt. Even numbers" "If it is a 1, 3 or 5 it happens to the other girl, although it could be in different places." Terry, "Can I choose where I want it?" Andrea, "Oh yes" "What each time? Can we mix and match?" Andrea continued, "I can't see why not, we'll have to see how it goes, perhaps we could leave it up to the other person or even Derek. But you must say it before the dice is thrown – OK?" "OK" "OK, Terry, 2 mouth, 4 cunt, 6 arse. Me 1 tits, 3 cunt, 5 arse. Derek you throw the other dice" Even numbers are for the actions, 2 mouth, 4 fingers, 6 prick. "What about the odds?" "The odd girl, the one who isn't getting anything does them, 1 mouth, 3 fingers, 5 toy instead of prick" Terry, "I don't get it" "If I am throwing it is my turn I get the evens Terry gets the odd numbers. Throwing a 3 that means Terry is due to get something in her cunt. If you then throw a 3 on your dice that means I have to finger her." "Oh, I get it." Terry said nodding her head with one big lunge. "Let's have a test – Terry you throw." "Go 5 or 6!" I called out in excitement,but not really knowing why. "A 3, odd, you are even so that means I would get it in the cunt. Now Derek you throw" Andrea stated. A 2, even, mouth, that means he goes down on me, although we may have to do some negotiating about that." "We can mix it up a bit can't we?" "What happens when I throw a 3, so you get it in the twat, then Derek throws, say a 5?" "The other girl, the even one in this case does it. You would fuck me with a toy, Derek gets to watch" Each turn lasts 2 minutes, I'll set my watch. "Is 2 minutes enough?" I asked. "Sure I can get myself off in less than 30 seconds if I want to." Andrea said passing Terry the dice. "First throw, Terry, a 4. " She provided the commentary. "Second throw, Derek, a 4 also. Derek gets to finger Terry." I pulled Terry's jogger bottoms down as Andrea set her watch. I proceeded to finger fuck Terry whilst Andrea watched, open mouthed. Memories of college came flooding back as I folded my fingers inside her tight red lacy briefs. I managed to get Terry's cunt to juice up nicely, just before the time limit made the beeper go off on Andrea's watch. It beeped loudly, breaking Terry's concentration on my fingers running up down her smooth inner gash. She opened her eyes and silently passed the small wooden dice to Andrea. Andrea in turn rocked on to the floor and hurled the dice excitedly. She scored a 3, then I threw another 2. Andrea pouted as she announced that I was to go down on Terry. She pulled herself back up on to the sofa and made herself comfortable. She leant in and started her stop watch as I began the show by pulling down Terry's knickers to expose her bushy blonde pubes. I went down on Terry at warp speed, ignoring the niceties of foreplay, lapping and sucking directly at her clit. She gasped and clenched her teeth as I excited her tender and hidden nub. When she was almost at the point of orgasm Andrea's beeper went off again. Terry sighed with disappointment as I withdrew my tongue, licking my lips I spun around towards Andrea. She passed the dice back to Terry and shakily Terry took her turn. Terry threw a 1, then me a 3, this mean it was my turn to watch. I got myself comfortable and pressed the button to start the clock. Snowed in Terry tweaked and teased Andreas's nipples with her hands through the thin material of her cotton top. As speedily as she could she moved her fingers towards Andrea's groin. Andrea pushed her hands away. "I'm not gay you know." She said looking deep into Terry's eyes and yanking down her pants, revealing her wet and cleanly shaved gash. "Neither am I," said Terry as she pushed her fingers back towards Andrea's glistening and open pussy. With fierce thrusts she drove first one and then two fingers into Andrea's diminutive frame. Staring straight into Terry's eyes Andrea gasped deeply and rolled her eyes with pleasure. With a few short thrusts Andrea came, driving her body lower and squirting a generous amount of fluid over Terry's expertly frigging hand. Terry and I stared in awe at her razor clean cleft, it was a straight and clean gash, there were none of the generous folds that protruded from Terry's quim. Barely any flesh cover the hood of her petite little clit as it readily sprang into full view. The stop watch beeped. Andrea climbed off Terry's greasy fingers to sit back down on the sofa; Terry licked them clean before picking up the dice. Next Terry threw a 3, and me 1. This time I was to go down on Andrea. She said, "No tongues, please." She said in a begging tone, she had a look of panic in her eyes as I moved in front of her. "OK I'll see what I can do." I said lowering myself down. I motioned her to spread her legs. She leant back on the sofa and duly obliged, I took in the smell of her sex and gazed at her straight and clean slit. I went to work on Andrea's snatch without using my tongue. I sucked at her lips and clit and nibbled her nub. She clamped her hands to head as I ran the tip of my nose up and down the length her soft and wet slit. I inserted the end into her opening cunt to gather her juices and spread them up her tender inner cleft. She pulled on my ears to make me concentrate on her clit. One hand pulled at her gash to expose her button fully to my oral onslaught, the other pushed down on the back of my head, to increase the pressure of my teeth against her cunt. I inserted my finger, she ground her hips upward to my face as she built up to orgasm. The beeper almost deafened me as she continued to clamp my head at her crotch. She made no attempt to stop it as she ground upwards screaming as another orgasm ripped through her taut body. "God that was good, the best oral I think I've ever had." She said with a satisfied smirk. The next turn was Andrea's. She threw a 6 and me a 5. That meant that Terry was to fuck her with a toy. Terry was very excited and chose the double ended toy from Andrea's collection still set out on the mantle piece. The long and thin arms of the contraption were meant to fit in two different places at once but Terry thrust both into Andrea's sleek and slender cunt, she lubed the long and thin arms before withdrawing them fully. Again pushing both into the same hole Terry forced Andrea to rise, drawing in a sharp breath, as she forced both tentacles up her taut back passage. Andrea arched her eyebrows in surprise as Terry, holding both arms together; thrust the flimsy looking device upward deep into her boyish butt hole. She drove it in and out, forcing Andrea to rise as if she were at a trot. Andrea clamped her eyes tight shut at the top of each deep thrust. Terry motioned for me to pass her another of the objects lined up over the fire. I chose the small and glittery vibro. Its loud hum broke the still of the air as I passed it to my wife. Terry immediately pushed the vibrating tip against Andrea's fully exposed clit. She jumped and writhed as the small toy took command of her pleasure button. The beeper went off again, this time Andrea tore at the strap with her teeth, turned it off and flung it over the room. "Sod that." She said, continuing to rise up and down over the sleek toy embedded deep in her arse. The rules had disappeared. Terry motioned me to join in. I climbed down to the floor and clamped my mouth at Andrea's left breast. I drew and sucked on each teat in turn and then moved upward to deep kiss her, again without tongues, Hollywood style. I caught her breath as our mouths mingled. I felt her body melt in the moment. I ran my mouth and hands down again to her nipples, I cupped my lips over the erect buttons and tweaked at them. Slowly I lowered my head toward the buzzing sound of the mini glittering vibro. I replaced the shiny shaft with my mouth, again sucking and cupping at her swollen nub, nodding my head in time with her trotting motion. She clamped my mouth to her clit, this time with her thighs wedging my head in place. She ground her clit deeper into to my mouth with each downward thrust. Terry sensing the increased urgency removed one of the arms from Andrea's ass and inserted it into her cunt. It gripped the shaft tightly as it entered driving her to a deeper and more sustained orgasm. "Sex is like fast food for you." Terry suggested, "You need to slow down and savour the moment." Andrea nodded and then gasped as I rose to allow Terry to remove my pants. My hardened cock sprang into view. "My God it is big, isn't it?" Andrea said, wide eyed in disbelief. With that she lunged forward and took it into her mouth. "I though you didn't like blow jobs." I hissed out through waves of pleasure. She let my thick tool slide out and exercising her mouth she said, "Well I'll do anything for a dare, even take a cock this size in my mouth". With that she went back to work. Andrea arched her back to allow Terry access to her private parts. Terry duly obliged by inserting two fingers straight into her pouting crack. Terry then leaned forward, drew out her tongue and licked Andrea right down the length of her cleft, ending at her brown eye. Andrea jumped, I tensed, and then she let out a deep "mmmmmm" right along the length of my shaft. She wiggled her ass in acceptance and invitation. Terry proceeded to give her the full rim job, probing and darting her tongue as deep as it would go into her tight butt. Andrea loved it, she was bucking and grinding her hips as Terry teased her asshole and plunged a further finger into her sopping wet snatch. Andrea was very turned on, on her knees next to Terry. Terry was pulling at her own nipples as she moved her other hand from Andrea's cunt to her own. Andrea reached across at Terry's dangling and pendulous breast to tweak a nipple, urging her to replace the hand at her cunt. Andrea spun around and threw me onto my back. She squatted over my cock and guided it into her soaking pussy. It gripped tightly as she slid herself down over my shaft. With four or five sharp thrusts she came again, sighing and licking her lips. "Slow down." Terry demanded as Andrea ground her clit hard against my pubic bone. Andrea slid off and allowed me to move behind Terry, I wanted to fuck her ass. I prepared her tight hole by gathering her cunt juice with my fingers. Terry sensing where I want to go adjusted her position and stuck her ample ass out for my attention. Andrea rolled over and demanded that Terry lick her out. "I thought you didn't like tongues, " we both said in tandem. "A girl can change her mind can't she? Now eat me out you blonde bitch." She purred. Terry dove in, her tongue lashing and swashing at Andrea's open gash. Her ass was pushed out ready for me to enter. I plunged my cock first into her cunt, lubing it up with her juices. I drove in for two or three thrusts before pulling out and offering it at the entrance to her open and inviting butt hole. It slid in without too much effort, drawing a sigh from Terry as she ate at Andrea's creamy snatch. I began to ease myself in and out of my wife's tight ass. She squealed with delight as I drove it in to its full length, with her ass struggling to adjust to my girth. Andrea sat up and looked over Terry's shoulder. "I want some of that, how's about fucking my arse?" she said huskily. "But first I want to do something very dirty. Derek can I suck your dick?" Terry swung around ejecting my cock from her dark tunnel. "He's all your honey." She said leading me by the cock to Andrea's eagerly awaiting mouth. "I want you to come all over me. I want you to spray me with your come. I want to taste Terry's arse on your dick." She went on until I thrust my cock into her mouth making that last sentence an incoherent muffle. Terry loved to watch another girl suck me off. She sat cross legged with one hand at her clit and the other tweaking a nipple. Her mind was straying back to earlier times, re-living past glories, but this was the here and now. Andrea was lapping at my tool, cupping my balls with one hand and making me thrust forward with her other at my butt. Humming and rocking she began to expertly massage the end of my cock with her tongue. Slurping sound were coming from Terry's cunt as she sped her fingers across her clit plunging them into her dripping pussy on alternate strokes. Terry came first with a deep and sustained sigh. The pleasure of Andrea's sucking became too much and I began to spurt my load into her mouth. Gagging as the first torrents hit the back of her throat she sat back and allowed jet after jet to arc through the air and land on her face, her cheek, neck and tits. As my cock jerked its last she took it back into her mouth to extract the last few precious drops. She pulled the globules up on her fingers and licked them clean, she rubbed the remainder into her neck and tits with an intense grin of satisfaction. "You taste good, really good," She cooed. "Now Terry we need to get this boy hard again so he can fuck my arse. Got any suggestions?" Terry just grinned and threw Andrea on to her back. She attacked the smoothed area of her cunt with the appetite of a starved boy. She licked, lapped, sucked, fingered and nibbled at the arrow clean lines of Andrea's snatch. "God your cunt tastes lovely." She said as Andrea allowed her to come up for air. "It looks pretty lovely too." I added, my tool twitching at the sight on my wife's arse wiggling in front of me. "Can I lick you out whilst your husband fucks my arse?" Andrea asked extremely politely. Without a response Terry laid on her back, Andrea knelt before her blonde bush and began to dine out on my wife's juices. I moved behind Andrea grabbed each rounded cheek and offered my cock up to her back entrance. She arched her back and pushed backward to help the process of insertion. Her butt stretched as my cock, almost folding in two, forced its way into her back passage. With a sigh from me and a squeal from Andrea it plopped fully in and past her tight inner ring. "Oh my God." She groaned as I began to thrust in and out. "Make me come, make me come," she repeated in a husky whisper. Panting from pleasure and the exertion I built a steady rhythm as Andrea sucked and tongued at Terry's love hole. Terry started to thrash and whimper, locking Andrea's head to her groin. "Just take your time." I called out from behind Andrea. Terry looked up guiltily and mouthed a few choice words. Andrea didn't notice, she was lost, sucking at one end being fucked hard in her ass the other. Terry must have come twice more before I was ready to part my load into Andrea's warm and tight butt. I felt the come rising in my balls, my cock swelled and stretched Andrea's taut arse even further. She must have noticed as she stopped lapping at my wife's crack, arched her back even more and gripped her muscles even tighter. She yelled out "Oh Yessss" as I pumped home my hot semen. She turned to me and said "We may be stuck here for a few days, how are we ever going to pass the time?" She tensed her ass as my cock spilled out. We all collapsed in a heap and drew the covers over us as we lay in front of the cosy fire. Much more happened both then and now but that is a different tale. Snowed In "This is a deer camp?" Shawna Miller stood in the entry of the cabin, her eyes wide, "It looks more like a log-built resort!" "Hey," Mason Holloway replied from the bar, "just because we men-folk shoulder our responsibilities manfully and trudge forth into the wilderness seeking meat for our beloved families doesn't mean we have to suffer while we're at it. A touch of the creature comforts helps us stay longer and insures success." "A touch? Separate bedrooms, king-size beds, sofas you need a map to get out of and a fireplace big enough to park a truck in? This looks more like a royal hunting lodge to me. All it needs is gold leafed chandeliers." Bill Miller pushed his wife the rest of the way inside and shut the door behind them. "And since everything in the camp is powered by firewood, propane gas or lamp oil we're completely independent in the event of really bad weather. And that, from the look of the drive up, is what we're in for." Angela Holloway set down her drink and snuggled up next to her husband. "I know. The weather report began predicting snow. Then it started talking about serious snow and now the prediction is blizzard followed by freezing rain. It's a good thing the guys really stocked up because I kind of expect we're going to be here for a few days." She watched Bill shuck his down coat and ski hat. She noted that he had lost quite a bit of weight since their last get-together and that his trousers were in danger of sliding off. The image was enticing and she licked her lips in appreciation. He caught the glance, blushed darkly and pulled the offending garment higher. "In my opinion," Angela continued, "bad weather can be a really good thing. Shawna, you have just got to watch the guys wax all caveman with their dutch-ovens and high-speed, low-drag housekeeping. It will be enough to make you want to sell off that fancy condo of yours and move up here permanently. The only drawback is that no one has invented a propane television. I don't know what we'll do for entertainment." Elliot Boxer looked up from the fireplace where he was checking the condition of the big kettle of venison stew and the sourdough biscuits. "We usually play poker and tell lies but someone forgot the cards . . ." "Don't blame me!" Mason was indignant. "My job was seeing that we were well provisioned for this trip. No one said a word about entertainment." Karen Boxer handed each of the Miller's a glass of red wine and pushed the cheese plate toward them. "Somehow I don't think that three or four days of poker would be something that would appeal to the women. We were planning on cross-country ski picnics, weren't we ladies?" "I was," Angela refilled her glass, "but since that's a faint hope we will just have to come up with something else. I suppose we could always have an Air Corps party . . ." Brenda Corleone burst out laughing. "My mother told me about those when I finished flight school." Elliot carefully lay the ladle aside. "Your mother? My grandfather claimed his squadron invented the car key party back in World War II. I didn't realize they were still going on during Viet Nam." "Oh definitely. I think it was her way of explaining why I look like her but nothing like my father and older brothers. Not that it mattered. Being the baby as well as the only girl I had Daddy wrapped around my littlest finger clear up until I was commissioned. Genetically or not, I was Daddy's Little Girl." "Excuse me?" Shawna looked around the room in confusion. "Just what is an Air Corps party or a car key party? And what might that have to do with Brenda being the brunette in a blond family?" Mischief ruled Brenda's face as she glanced aside to Elliot. "You wanna start?" "Shawna, back in World War II fighter pilots had a really dangerous life. A lot of them were either shot down or crashed into the sea. The ones who had gotten married were worried about their new wives and wanted to make sure they were taken care of in the event they were killed. They finally hit on the idea of the car key party. Basically it was supposed to bond the squadron into a single family that would take care of its members, no matter what. They did it with sex. On Friday nights they would meet at the officer's club and the men would all put their car keys into a bowl. The wives would close their eyes, reach in, pull out a set and go home with the man whose keys they got. It was, I suppose, really tribal." Shawna's big brown eyes stood out in her dark face like headlights. "No—they didn't! Regular Army officers being swingers back in the forties? I don't believe it." "Believe." Joe Corleone's voice was dry. "I grew up with a 'Great-aunt Alice' who lived with my grandparents. She wasn't really related to my mom but she was definitely family all through my childhood. It wasn't until after she died of pneumonia that I got the whole story. Her husband was a member of Granddad's bomber squadron and he was lost in the final days of the war. The grandparents just gathered her in and brought her home with them. It took a long time before I had the nerve to ask if she had continued to sleep with the old man all the years she lived with them. When I finally raised the question, Mom gave me the 'you're such an idiot' look and said 'Of course she did! It was part of the understanding.'" Brenda nodded. "And it was still going on during Viet Nam. Daddy flew Thunderchiefs and those damned things were always getting blown out of the sky. So whenever they rotated back to the States the first week was spent fucking twice a day with their wives and the next week the car key parties would start. I went back and looked at photos of Daddy's squadron and I think I know who Mom slept with nine months before I was born. It wasn't Daddy." Shawna glared at her husband. Bill responded with a lazy smile. "William Miller, you haven't said a word! Surely you aren't going along with this nonsense? Wife swapping? The very idea!" "Oh, don't give me that!" Bill's usually amiable face turned grim. "I don't want to hear any innocent indignation from you, Miss Texas A&M Cheer Captain. Don't even try to tell us that casual sex never happened in your life." Shawna shrank into her well-filled sweater. "Well, not when I was sober. Besides, that was part of a cheerleader's job back in the day. If you weren't willing to entertain the team you didn't try out for the squad. The reason I worked hard to become captain was so I would have first pick of the backfield. But I've been good ever since we got married, Bill. You've got to believe that?" Bill pulled her onto his lap. "Now baby, of course I do. I just want to keep the discussion honest, hear?" After all four couples were in bed Mason rolled up on one side and regarded his wife in the darkness. "Were you serious? Do you actually expect the other women to go along with a car key party?" "Are you kidding? Brenda is already on board and Karen will do it if Brenda does. The only stopper is Shawna. She's trying to do the AME 'good wife' thing right now but you saw how Bill shut that off. We'll bring her around and before the end of the weekend you'll be cock deep in that little brown pussy." "I don't suppose you thought far enough ahead to have stocked up on condoms . . ." "Hell now, I didn't. The long range forecast didn't say a peep about this storm. Mason, I really was looking forward to X-C picnics. I even had my skis waxed and everything but since that's not going to happen I'm up for getting bonked. Seriously, lover, just the right pressure tomorrow and by the time we can get out of the deer camp you will have fucked all four of us." She reached down inside his pajama pants. "And you may as well start with me. Come on, stud, do me. Do me fore and aft. I need a good butt-fucking for being so naughty." In the morning, Shawna looked out the window. One glance confirmed the worst the weather service could have imagined. While there was a streak of light along the top of the pane, the snow was piled up nearly to the eaves. Who knew how much was on the roof. They really were going to be in the deer camp for 'a few days'—at least! The good news was that the men did have the cooking and housekeeping under control. "We don't want you touching anything, honey," Bill explained, "since we know where everything goes and we're usually working in the dark before dawn and after dusk, if you put something away in the wrong place it will be chaos next trip. Just curl up in front of the fire with a book or something and we'll take care of everything." By the second game of cribbage, Shawna was feeling an itch she couldn't quite figure out how to scratch. "Brenda, I can understand why the last two generations had those car key parties but now all of you are flying RPV's. You're in no personal danger. Besides, today we don't need men to 'take care of us' they way they did fifty years ago. Are fliers still playing like that?" Brenda snickered. "Shawna, today it's considered part of the culture. And it isn't confined to aircrew. When Joe and I got married I made sure that he understood clearly what he was getting into. And when we moved to the base here we went to the 'O' club and looked over each of the groups that hung out together. Once we decided which one we liked, he took home a really cute little Vietnamese nurse and I spent the night with an Intel officer who was hung like a horse. You bet your chocolate ass we still play like that." "And you really think we ought to—to share like that here?" "What can it hurt? We've all been friends for years and none of us are carrying any unpleasant diseases. Unless you aren't, the only one not on the pill is Karen and if she gets pregnant with a boy, Elliot will be ecstatic. He's the only son in the family and they have three daughters. Whether it's genetically his or not is irrelevant. After all, by law the children of a married woman are presumed to be her husband's." "Uh, I'm not on the pill, either. But in my case—well, I've never had sex with a white man before! And if I get pregnant everyone in the family will know what I did." "So? Take a 'morning-after' when you get home. On the other hand, might I point out how light-skinned Bill's younger brother is? Your kin will just think the baby takes after his uncle. Anyway, are you close to your most fertile time?" "I don't know. I'm so irregular there's no way of telling. Besides, I promised to be faithful to Bill when I married him. I'm not going to break a promise." Brenda's only response was a dubious nod. Bill and Joe were digging a path through the snow to the well. Heat and light were no problem in the cabin but the water lines had to be kept clear and that meant the well needed regular checks to insure it wasn't frozen. "You think the girls can bring her around?" Joe's reference was obvious to both of them. "Oh, sure. The only question is how soon. Thinking about it, I really do want to get into all their panties and the longer Shawna stays obstinate the less chance I have." "Dude, all we need to do this trip is slip a toe in the door. If they get her to yield the first time, after that it's smooth sledding. A little additional nookie on the side will do wonders for the annual deer hunt, the trout opener, Halloween—you name it." "Don't I know it! Angela was giving me the beady eye when she saw how loose my trousers are. That is one horny minx and I hope to Hell she's the first one to pull my key." Joe sniggered. "Brenda wants to pull more than your car key, Bill. You think Angela's hot for your cock? Huh!" Brenda and Karen leaned on the kitchen counter, coffee mugs in hand. "You still up for the game?" Brenda asked. "I think so. I can see Angela wants it badly and so do you. So I won't stand in the way. Heck, if I can get pregnant with a son for Elliot this weekend I'll have the happiest man in the city. The girls will be thrilled to have a baby brother to boss around, too. It's all down to Shawna, isn't it?" "Honey, Shawna will fall. You just watch. And when she does, she'll fall hard. By the time we head for home she won't just be balling all the men, she'll be balling them all at once. We will get her to come around and I have a few other 'little helpers' to speed up the process. There's this Medical Marijuana I imported from Mendocino County up Northern California way? The first time I tried it I almost cut Elliot's clothes off with with a knife! I made that poor man fuck me three times in one night. He had to call in and ask for the day off the next morning. So--you know those chocolate chip cookies I baked this morning? I mixed in just a pinch of it into a couple of the ones on the end. I know which ones they are and guess who's getting them for dessert!" Karen laughed. "I guess that means guess who's getting whom for dessert, no?" Saturday wore on amid banter, war stories, lies and flirting. The women kept the last mild for Shawna's sake, at least for the present. They could see she was spending a lot of time deep in thought. "Bill, honey?" "Hmm?" "This all started when you and Mason were flying Goblins over Iraq, didn't it?" "Hmm?" "I mean, it's a military thing, isn't it? Kind of like that movie 'Band of Brothers'? I've heard that combat units get really tight, even more than a lot of marriages." "Mm-hmm." "And in the Old Testament, if a man died his brother took his widow to wife, didn't he?" "That's right." "And after all, the chance of my getting your keys are pretty good." Good grief. She's talking herself into this. Hot damn! I'd better play this cool so I don't screw it up. "That's true. There are only four couples here so you've got a twenty-five percent chance of getting me. I would call those pretty good odds, better than you'll get in Atlantic City, at least." "Now don't get me wrong. I'm still thinking about it. And if I do agree to this silly idea it will be on the condition that I get first pick. Understand? And I haven't agreed, yet, either!" "Of course, you haven't" Right . . . Dinner was over and dessert was gone. The only light in the cabin came from the coals in the hearth and dim oil lamps in the bedrooms. Brenda smiled to herself as she watched Shawna squirm in her seat with an odd expression on her face. The cookies had done their work and now it was time to strike. She casually rose and walked into the unlit kitchen, opened a cupboard and took out a large black bowl. It rattled slightly as she took it down and laid a thick black velvet cloth over the top. The contents were invisible. The conversation stopped dead when she re-entered the living room and walked over to the coffee table. She placed the bowl in front of the Millers. "First choice you want? First choice you get, honey. One chance in four gets you Bill but three out of four . . ." Shawna swallowed. She looked to Bill for support but got nothing in return but a sly smile. The others were grinning, too. Oh dear lord, I'm really going to do this. But I know what my man drives. I'll find those keys by touch! Boy are they in for a surprise. Taking a deep breath, she slipped a hand under the velvet and reached in—to find that the contents were four identical cubes! Someone had put the keys in boxes and there was no way she could tell which was which. Oh, no! And now I'm committed. Bill will never forgive me if I back out now. Please, let this box be a big GMC . . . At once the other women reached in and each pulled out a box. Karen was the first to open hers and found keys for a Jeep Commander. She looked sideways at Joe Corleone through lowered eyelids. Brenda opened her box and shook out a set for a Toyota 4Runner. She blew a kiss to Elliot. Two down and two to go. Please, GMC, please . . . With trembling hands Shawna prized open the little cardboard cube and shook out a set of keys. Land Rover! Her heart sank as she looked up to see Angela pop open her box and pull out Bill's truck keys, a predatory smile across her lips. "Well, that turned out quite nicely, I think," the woman remarked, "a clean trade all around the room. Tell me, William; are those stories about black men true?" The others tittered. Bill's face was wry. "Well, I'll guess you're about to find out aren't you? Maybe a couple of times, even." He put his big hand under his wife's bottom and gave her a gentle push up off the couch. She stepped around the table and stood in front of Mason with the keys held out. "I believe these are yours, Mr. Holloway?" "Why, yes, Mrs. Miller, they are. And so, for tonight, are you. Come, don't play shy. Just settle down on my lap and we'll start the festivities." Quiet giggles and murmurs behind her told Shawna that the 'festivities' were already under way. She tried to sit primly across Mason's knees but he pulled her close. One hand reached up and grasped a fistful of her Cleopatra braids while the other wondered down her back, gave a quick twist and undid her bra through the flannel. She gasped just as his mouth covered hers and his tongue began to explore the inside of her mouth. The incipient heat between her thighs flared. Oh god! When a hand began to work its way down the row of buttons on her shirt, she broke the kiss and grabbed his wrist. "Mason," she hissed, "not here!" "Yes, Shawna, right here! We all know what we're doing so there's nothing to hide. Besides, I want to see that gorgeous body of yours by firelight." With a gulp, Shawna released her grip and watched as the man opened her shirt, then unsnapped her jeans and pulled down the zipper. As her shirt came loose, he pushed it aside and grabbed her bra in the center and pulled it away. Her breasts sagged slightly. Mason reached behind her and grasped the back of her jeans and panties together. "Lift up, girl." She raised her bottom off his lap and in a single, smooth pull was naked. "There, now. I always knew my old roomy was a gentleman of taste and refinement," Mason whispered in her ear, "you really are lovely to look at. And I just know you are lovely to feel, too." He kissed her deeply again, sucking on her lower lip while hands stroked the underside of her nipples. First one, then the other, he tickled and aroused. Soon he was squeezing and massaging. She threw her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with passion. Thought gave way to sensation as she mewed and whimpered softly into his mouth. Around the room Karen knelt naked on the floor, her face buried in Joe's lap. Brenda straddled Elliot's thighs, hungrily undoing his clothing. Angela stood bent over with her hands flat on the coffee table. Bill's face was pressed against her ass. Whether his cock turned out to be exceptional or not, she thought, his tongue was among the best she'd ever encountered. Mason bent forward, pushed Shawna up onto his knees and with one hand around her chest and the other under her knees stood up, lifting her into the air. She looked at her friends in amazement. She thought she knew these people and never suspected that they could behave like this. As Mason turned and headed for his bedroom, the others called out encouragement. "Hey, you two, leave the door open. We want to hear all those moans and cries." "Don't keep her up more than half the night, honey; you both need to be rested up again for tomorrow." "Do me proud, girl. My old roommate deserves the best." In the soft lamplight, the bed was turned down on one side. Shawna felt herself placed onto cool sheets. Mason stood up and began to take his clothes off giving her a triumphant smile as he did. "I—I've never had sex with a white man before," she stammered. "We're all the same in the dark, my dear." When the last of his clothing dropped to the floor Shawna was mesmerized by his stiff manhood. It was as though nothing else existed, just this proud, solid flesh that was about to bury itself in her most intimate place. Her new lover slipped into bed with her and pulled the covers over both of them. He ran a hand down her belly and fingered her slippery sex. Snowed In "My, I guess you are ready, aren't you? That's wonderful because so am I." Rolling over on top of her he pushed her thighs apart with his knees and lay full length on her. Thrusting gently he ran the helmet of his cock across the trimmed bush on her mons and up and down her belly. She lay still, trembling in anticipation. "Now Shawna, you are going to take my cock in your hand and put it in your pussy. You're not going to play helpless, you're going to accept that fact that I am going to fuck you half the night and you might as well play along. After all, it will be a lot more fun for you that way. You can bet Angela will be doing the same for Bill, you know, so woman up." She swallowed. "All right, I will. I guess I really am yours for the night. Here, now fuck me!" Mason began thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. It was obvious he was in no hurry and intended to prolong his pleasure. Shawna tried to speed up the rhythm. The sooner this was over, the better, she thought but her body was beginning to betray her. She could feel the tension rising. The tingling in her belly began to spread outward to the rest of her body. It worked its way up to her shoulders and into her face. He's going to make me cum. No, I don't want that! "No, Mason, don't. Don't make me do this. I'm just playing and I don't want to— CUMMMMMMMMMM! Oh god, Mason, you bastard, oh god!" The others heard her screams. "My goodness, Bill," remarked Angela, "has—she always—been a screamer? Oh!" "Oh yeah. I had to have the walls of the condo specially insulated because the neighbors complained about it. For a little gal she can make a whole lot of noise when she's wound up" "I—think—oh god—Mason—wound her up! Just like—you've done—meeeeeeeee!" Brenda giggled. "That's one." The night continued and the men rolled on. At last, with Shawna almost incoherent, Mason shot his load into her and collapsed on top. She pushed him off to one side. "You animal! I'll bet you think you're so smart making me come like that." "It's a game, Shawna, and the first one over the finish line loses. I beat you, my little prize and I'll do it again--in about twenty minutes." In spite of herself Shawna grinned. "You're sure you can't do any sooner than that? No? Fine, you rest, stud. How do you want me next time?" "How . . .?" "I've got three holes, Mason. You reamed the Hell out my pussy so you've got two to go. Which will it be, ass or mouth?" "Neither. I find myself developing a taste for dark meat so I'll stick with what I know I like." She slapped him starting a very short wrestling match that quickly degenerated to more kisses and gropes. Mason was wrong. He could recover in less than twenty minutes. Breakfast was served around lunch time. Afterwards the women slouched on the sofas with contented smiles on their faces. At least three of them did. Angela's wasn't contented, it was wicked. "So, am I to assume that last night's fun and games was a total success? No complaints from anyone?" Shawna stuck out her tongue. "I have a complaint. That was dirty pool putting all the keys in boxes like that." "Love and War, Shawna. Can't be cheating if either of those are involved. Brenda and I have been talking about this for months. We got Karen on board with the possibility that she might get pregnant with a son for Elliot's family. The only road block was you. And no, the guys didn't have a clue. Guys never have a clue, it's part of being male. But you did such a good job of talking yourself into it all we had to do was give you a couple of tiny nudges. That wasn't cheating; it was just a nudge to get you to do what you wanted all along. Now 'fess up, you've wanted Mason in your pants for years, haven't you?" "What? Uh, how did you know?" Brenda guffawed. "How could we not know? We could see the way you looked at him when his back was turned and the way you squirm in your seat near him. I know, I know, you kept telling yourself he's the wrong color, it's wrong, you wouldn't do that to poor old Bill—bullshit! Now, the ice is broken, we've all gotten thoroughly laid and it's time to plan for tonight. Keys again, Angela?" "Naw, that was just a starter. Tonight when it's bed time we all just stand up and go to the room on the left from last night's. I go with Elliot, Brenda does Mase, Shawna gets Joe and our little breeder Karen gets the dark stallion. Tomorrow we cross the room and the night after we're all home with our men again. Hopefully by then the roads will be clear. If not, we'll just have to improvise." The roads weren't clear by Wednesday. A cell call to the Department of Transportation got the promise that the plows should have them free by Thursday morning but Wednesday was out of the question. There was a double layer of comforter spread on the big coffee table and in the center sat Shawna, stark naked. She looked around at the others and shook her head. "No. Absolutely not. There is no way I'm taking on all the guys at once. I do men one at a time, period. If all of you want to fuck me tonight you'll have to take turns. I am not doing double penetration, triple penetration or anything like it. Someone wants that kind of a show, they can volunteer. I'm not doing it." Brenda shook her head. "I'll do two but that's it. No three or four on one for this gal." Karen agreed. "Nope, not me either." "Well then, my dear," Mason announced, "since you're the one who brought up the subject, guess who's elected, Angela?" The tall blond shrugged and stood up. She shook out her long tresses and unzipped her caftan. "All right, then. Bill, you lay on your back and Joe can take me from behind. Ell, you stand next to my head. I guess that leaves you doing a bukake on me, Mase?" "No, Angie, Mason is taking me back into the bedroom." Shawna sauntered over and sprawled down onto Holloway's lap. "He has some unfinished business with a couple of parts of my anatomy, don't you, darling?" The DOT was as good as their word. By ten o'clock the cabin was sealed up, the pipes were drained, the propane valve closed and all four couples were going their separate ways. As the big GMC diesel bounced down the road, Shawna sat deep in thought. "Bill?" she asked at length, "am I—are we—am I married to the other guys now?" Bill Miller raised his eyebrows in surprise and then nodded pensively. "Yeah, I suppose. That's a pretty fair way of looking at it. Kind of sets it up for New Year's Eve, Valentine's day, the trout opener and other 'family' get-together's. Yeah, I guess we are one big horny family. Why do you ask?" "Well, I was thinking that if I have four husbands now, when we finally decide to start our own family that gives me lots of choices, doesn't it? After the first one, of course? I mean, if I have your son then Elliot would probably give me a daughter and . .?" "Tell me, Mrs. Holloway, are you quite proud of yourself?" "I am. I'm proud of myself, I'm proud of Brenda and Karen, I'm proud of Bill and I'm especially proud of you, my husband. Sunday morning Shawna could not stop smiling no matter what anyone said or did. You must have done her right, Mason, and that was what it took to set up our own little pod. Now we can be really selective on whom else we let in but the eight of us are the core. I think it's great!" The Jeep purred down the highway. Joe Corleone was nodding along with the music in his head when Brenda caught his eye. "Hey, are we going to 'O' club this Friday?" Joe pursed his lips. "We can if you want to. However this weekend has given me a new viewpoint on that kind of thing. Do we need to be part of the key party culture now that we have a love group of our own? Do we want to be part of it?" Brenda nodded approvingly. "That's a very good question, honey, and I don't have an answer for you, at least not a definitive one. But I think we ought to stay home this weekend. It's just barely possible we've been taking each other for granted." Karen Boxer leaned over the console between the seats and rubbed her head against her husband's shoulder. She hummed tunelessly, a slight smile on her pretty lips. "A penny for your thoughts, Karen?" "Probably a lot more than that. Saturday night I was lying next to Joe after he fell asleep. I got this funny feeling. It was kind of like the ones I got each time I got pregnant with the girls." "Oh, that feeling? The one I refused to believe for each kid until the last one? I mean 'once is an accident, twice is a coincidence' but three times? So how is it different?" "I can't put it into words. It's probably a woman thing and probably only a few women but I'll swear I'm pregnant again. I mean, he had me on my hands and knees and all that kept going through my mind was 'I'm a field, a field plowed for planting. I'm getting planted.' And we might want to find a thank-you gift for Joe and Brenda, Elliot, after the ultra sound. I think I'm carrying a boy for you." Snowed In This is based on some inspiration I had from a friend the other day. I've used "Sir" instead of a name so that it is easier to imagine yourself in the place of the characters. Please give feedback, I'm always working on improving my writing. * It'd been storming outside for what seemed like days. Thankfully, my Dom and I had been well prepared -- we knew what was coming, so we stocked up on movies and groceries. Personally, I love nights like this, when the snow is falling and the world outside looks crystallized and beautiful. I love it even more when I can stay inside with friends or family and spend time together, warm and snug inside away from the chill. Last night was night one of being snowed in, and we spent the evening curled up on the couch, rather low key. Today we both had felt a bit of cabin fever, so I'm not sure how long the peaceful, calm atmosphere will last. I know my fidgeting increased the longer I'd been inside, and my Dom was probably ready to either smack me or tie me down...things that we both enjoy. I was in the kitchen just finishing cleaning up from dinner when Sir came into the room and proceeded to quite literally drag me to the bedroom. He whipped out a pair of handcuffs, and before I knew it I was attached to the bed. With a curiously evil grin, Sir told me to rest up and sleep, because I'd need the energy for later. I *love* that look -- it makes me squirmy. Part of me wanted to stay up, out of some stubborn resistance to being put to bed...but I surrendered to the submissive side of myself and curled up on my Dom's pillow and passed out. Several hours later, I awoke to my Dom gently kissing my neck. When I stretched awake, shuddering from his attentions, he moved and passionately kissed me on lips. I couldn't help but shudder again, my arousal being stirred from the combination of his talented tongue, wandering hands, and the helplessness from being handcuffed to the bed. I could feel my hips seeking out his, and cursed myself for how easily he could get me hot and bothered. I felt Sir pull away, and suddenly my world went black as he tied a blindfold around my head. I could feel him pulling off my jeans and panties, and then he uncuffed me. "Don't move," he softly commanded (as if I'd want to, with my sexy Dom undressing me). Once I was entirely undressed, he threw me for a loop, and I could feel him putting socks on. He recuffed my hands behind my back, this time using constable cuffs. I started to get a tad nervous -- usually the constable cuffs were for when there would be protesting involved, as they made it easier for him to control me. Sir pulled me to my feet, and then led me out of the bedroom; I couldn't really tell where we were going. I heard some rustling, and then Sir sat me down on something. I started to figure it out when I could feel my winter boots being pulled on. Now, I start to question him, but he quickly cuts me off with another passionate kiss. Before I had a chance to say anything else, Sir pushes a ball gag gently into my mouth. "Wouldn't want the neighbors to hear, would we?" he murmurs into my ear as he pulls mittens onto my hands. I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with the ball gag. On the one hand, it makes me feel deliciously helpless. I also sort of hate how it makes me drool, and how humiliating the experience can be. But, I enjoy being able to make noise without worrying about being too loud. At this point, I started getting really nervous. I know it is late in the evening, probably the middle of the night, and no one will be outside. Even so, we don't have that much privacy in our yard. More than that, it's cold. Very cold. And I know that I'm probably not going to be getting any more clothes than what I have on, which leaves much to be desired. Sir pulls off the blindfold and looks in my eyes; he still has this mischievous glint in them that is unbearably sexy, but it doesn't quite calm my unease about the cold. "Do you trust me?" he asks. I nod, because I do trust him. I know he won't let me get frostbite or push me too far. He reaches down and pulls on my nipples roughly, making them stand hard at attention. I can't help but moan slightly through the gag, my arousal heating up yet again. The time has come, and Sir grabs hold of my cuffs and pulls me with him as he steps outside. I flinch back, and try to stay near the warmth, but I quickly lose hope when he twists the cuffs, digging the metal deep into my wrists. I wince and step closer to my Dom, already shivering. I do appreciate the thought that he put into this, though. The lights are off so we aren't illuminated to the neighbors, the snow has stopped falling and the evening is clear, and I can see a small basket near one of the trees in the yard, showing how well prepared he is for this adventure. Sir steps behind me, so that I'm cradled into his warmth. He takes a second to bite my neck, first gently then rather roughly until I'm trembling again from the combination of desire and cold. While I'm distracted, he walks us over to his prepared tree. He places me with my back against the bark. In a highly efficient and rather impressive move, he kicks apart my ankles and has them tied to the tree so my legs are spread widely within just a minute. He uncuffs my wrists, and then ties them similarly so that they are wrapped around the tree, behind my back. The cold harshness of the tree bark scratches against my back as I squirm, testing the bonds. As usual, Sir has me tied tightly, barely able to move at all. The helplessness renews my arousal again, and I moan softly around the gag. I can feel the first bit of drool trickle down my chin, making me move my head and whimper again at how little control I have right now. I'm entirely at my Dom's mercy, a cold, shivering, drooling mess of arousal. My nipples are rock hard, and I can feel warm wetness between my legs. Sir is just standing there, grinning at my predicament. I'm jealous of his warm winter coat, and his self-satisfied grin grates on my nerves, making me struggle again. This is a battle I'm familiar with. My innate stubbornness always gets me in trouble. When I told to do something in a tone that sounds just a tad too cocky, my feathers get ruffled and I want to fight back. I want to protest, to win back some of my control just to take that look off his smug face. The feeling usually doesn't last long. My Dom is stronger than me, and he always wins. He knows me weaknesses, how to make it so I can't win -- this is why he was smug in the first place. My submissive side nearly always wins over, and my arousal ratchets up a few more notches having been reassured of his complete control. In this situation, my struggle is even briefer. The bark is scratchy, the bindings tight, and in a masochistic, truly submissive way, the entire situation is arousing as hell and I'm anticipating my Dom's next move. Sir waits for me to bring my eyes to his, patiently knowing that I'll give in to his control. In fact, as always, I'm reveling in it. Sir steps closer, and reaches down to grab a handful of snow. He packs the snow into a tight ball, and my nerves spike again and he moves even closer. He moves in and nibbles on my neck, then moves down and takes a stiff nipple into his mouth. Simultaneously, he starts rubbing the snow against the other nipple. The juxtaposition of warm and cold quickly has me squirming, this time in pleasure. Suddenly, Sir bites the nipple in his mouth hard while thrusting the half-melted snowball against my clit. I let out a stifled shriek through the gag, and I can feel Sir's grin. After another fast nip, he steps back again. I watch him deliberate for a second, and then he reaches down into his basket of torment and steps closer again. I can't see what is in his hand, but before long I feel it. Sir slowly but surely pushes one of larger vibrators into my pussy, and twists the bottom so that it is pulsating steadily inside me. He rubs my clit gently, making me moan and twist against my bonds again, and then he steps away again. This time, he walks outside my vision, and comes back holding a menacing icicle. He spends several minutes teasing me with the frozen icicle, alternating between a light tracing and a rough scratching. Even though I can feel that I'm dripping arousal, I still can't help shivering almost constantly from the cold. Knowing that it's almost too much, Sir throws the icicle away and steps close to me, rubbing his hands up and down my arms. He turns the vibrator up a notch, and moves so that we're touching head to toe. I can feel his arousal against my stomach, and after a few minutes I can't help but try to move so that our hips are touching. Sir gives me a sexy look and steps away, ready to resume his evil torment. This time when he reaches into his basket, he doesn't hide what he brings towards me. With a contradictory, tender touch, he attaches clover clamps to my pebbled nipples, evoking another set of stifled moans. Even though my nipples are almost numb from the cool air, the clamps bring waves of fresh pain. Sir moves down and before I have time to wonder what comes next, I feel him take my clit into his warm mouth. Immediately, I am whimpering, on the edge of climax. My Dom nibbles gently, swirls his tongue, and pulls away before I have the chance to cum. I sob gently, and he switches down the vibrator, laughing quietly to himself. "Not yet, pet. It's still early," he says quietly. I can tell he is deliberating which route to take next. I watch him pull out a candle and a lighter, and then move down and form a loose snowball in the other hand. He moves so he's standing a few yards away, and then holds both up in front of me, measuring my fear of each. "Hmm...you make such a lovely target, all strung up for me," he jokes. He moves in again, dropping the candle into his pocket. He trails a finger through the drool on my chin, making me hang my head in embarrassment. He moves and nibbles my neck, grinding his cock against my hip to reinforce that my helplessness is pleasing to him. He moves one hand to trace up and down my side with the still frozen snowball, and then moves his warmer hand to roughly fondle my clit. When I'm thrusting my hips, he starts to gently fuck me with the still humming vibrator until I'm once again on the edge of climax. I start to beg through the gag, pleading for release. Sir deftly keeps screwing the vibrator in and out, in and out, with his thumb occasionally caressing my clit, while reaching down with the other hand. I'm half out of my mind, and at this point am totally unaware of his actions beyond what he's doing between my legs. He bites the chain between my clamped nipples, sending a fresh wave of pain through my body, then pistons the vibrator even harder. Tears are running down my face as I try to hold back, knowing I'm not allowed climax without permission. Sir steps back and shoves a hard snowball between my legs, and I scream at the bitter cold's harsh cutoff of my climax. He moves back against my body, warming my body up once again, and making us less obtrusive as he waits to see if my cries awoke our neighbors. Once he can feel my body warm again and he can tell the moment of alarm has passed, he removes the clamps, and quickly engulfs my engorged, stressed nipples into his mouth. Once they are warm but hard in his mouth, he pulls away. I meet his eyes, and my Dom can tell that I'll reach my limit soon. He smiles gently, and gently pushes the hair away from my face. He stays close to my body, but reaches down and forms several snowballs. My anticipation rises again as I watch him pull the candle back out, lighting it then guarding it from the occasional breeze. He gently rubs my clit again, pulling it between his fingers to keep my arousal high as the wax gathers. After a minute or two (time is lost to me now), he grabs a snowball, and while he torments my right breast with a snowball, he pours wax onto my left nipple. I can't help but gasp and moan, and try to move away from the contrasting feelings. Sir just steps closer, trapping me even further until I'm entirely unable to escape his sadistic desires. As my helplessness is reiterated, my arousal rises again. The pain and pleasure combination, the contrast of burning hot and bitter cold, bring me to the edge yet again. He switches hands, and repeats his treatment to the alternate breasts. As I'm whimpering with arousal, Sir pinches my clit and pulls the vibrator out. I moan a protest, but before I can do much more, Sir removes my bindings. He moves us quickly to a blanket next to the tree that I hadn't even noticed before (I told you, isn't he well prepared?) and shucks his pants. He pins me down and dons a condom, then thrusts hard into my waiting, wet pussy as he simultaneously bites my neck. I raise my hips and wrap my cold legs around his hips, throwing my mittened hands around his neck, and neither of us can hold back. On each upstroke, Sir's hard cock rubs against my engorged clit, and I'm straining to hold back until he reaches his satisfaction. I'm glad for the gag at this point -- there is no way I could voluntarily be silent. I can feel the cold ground underneath us, and I shiver, tightening even further around Sir's cock. With a muffled growl, Sir commands me to cum, and I hide my head in his neck as I scream out my long-awaited climax. I feel him pulsating strongly inside me as he cums hard, then he collapses on top of me, rolling over so I'm cradled into his side. Despite my exhaustion, I still have a little bit of energy left, and I'm ready for my revenge. I discreetly start making a snowball as Sir lies next to me, entirely satisfied. I plan out my escape and then move quickly, pulling his jeans into my arms and throwing my snowballs in quick succession at his crotch and chest. I run away fast, knowing I'm fighting a losing battle -- my only hope is he will be significantly tired from our endeavors that I'll have an edge. I make it to the porch before I feel him catch me, and he pulls us inside. I forgot the handcuffs were still next to him, and before I know it I'm cuffed again. He undoes my gag and passionately kisses me, then looks at me with a half laughing, angry look and sternly tells me to kneel by the couch and await my punishment as he cleans up outside. I watch him depart with a smile, exhausted and unable to fidget even a little bit. Playing in the snow can be fun, even for adults. Snowed In In a family of four, Shannon Cole was always referred to as 'The Black Sheep'. When her siblings grew up listening to contemporary classical tunes and doing their homework, Shannon was blasting God Module from her noise-canceling headphones, taking long drafts of the pink muscato she kept hidden in a discarded bottle of body wash. While her brother Andrew was the star quarterback of their high school football team, Shannon skipped under the bleachers, smoking cigarettes with the other burn-outs. While her twin younger sisters, Maya and Leia, were hitting the books, Shannon was clam-baking in an old Civic while discussing the finer things in life to hate. This difference was solidified in their family picture: There were smiles in their best Sunday clothes all around, with the exception of, you guessed it, Shannon. She was clad in all black and staring at her toes, despite the vehement protests of the photographer. Shannon reflected on this one day, sitting in the park. She held the picture tightly by the edges. While she stared, her mind wandered. Back to the days where her parents couldn't stand her and her siblings wouldn't even walk near her in public. She thought back to the days of hushed whispers as she walked down the hall, venting her rage by clutching her books ever tighter. "Humph." She quickly wadded up the paper and tossed it behind her. That was all in her past now. She tossed her head back and began watching the snow surge. She had not prepared for a full-on blizzard, having opted to wear a sweater, jeans, and boots; all in black. Her shoulder-length hair was tied in a neat ponytail, her hair only 1 or 2 shades brighter than her clothes. The snow was coming down in waves now; after it began to slow, she stood up and began the slow trek to her dorm. To make her walk more pleasurable, she had cranked her iPod's volume to the point the music could be heard as if it was coming from a speaker, resting her headphones on her neck. Hands shoved into her loose jeans, she hummed with the blaring death-metal that exploded from the speaker. Walking quickly, she heard heavy footsteps from behind her. What she saw almost made her laugh. Running up the pathway was and a man carrying several books, a freshman, Shannon surmised. He was huffing and puffing, the campus bookstore ironically not on campus. Once he reached Shannon, he stopped to catch his breath."Could you..." One hand firmly on his knee, his breath finally caught back up with the rest of him. "...tell me where the library is?" Shannon shook her head. "Are you crazy? Did you not look outside when you left your house?" He was definitely unprepared. His outfit consisted of a worn Nirvana t-shirt, and a pair of grey sweatpants. His sneakers were untied; had she not came to the park that day, he probably would have tripped and hurt himself. "I meant to go to the library today but I overslept. The Library closes at six, but I thought if I ran I would get there before the snow started." "I'm also guessing you didn't check the clock before you left?" He frowned and shook his head. She quickly pulled out her phone and glanced at the time: 6:30. "Well you're a little late now." "Aw, crap..." He was shivering heavily. Night was also closing in. He would freeze to death before he made it back to his house. "So, let me get his straight. You left to find a library, which you don't know where it is, you left and tried to beat a blizzard, which you failed horribly at, and now you're in the dark cold without a jacket. Did I get that right?" He scratched his brown hair, which were struck with a terrible case of bedhead. "Well I guess so..." Strange as Shannon was, she definitely was not heartless. "Your gonna freeze to death if you head back now. My name's Shannon and you'll stay with me until the snow blows over." She was not asking. She was telling him. He looked as if the wind had been knocked out of him. "But I-" "Shut the fuck up and walk with me. My apartment is up the street." She grabbed his hand and pulled him through the snow covered park. It was a quick walk back to her apartment. Once they entered the complex and the door closed, she took a quick look at him again before pulling him up to her fourth floor apartment. His face redder then a ripe tomato, he continued to shiver even as the heat swelled around him. He was also tired, much more then he initially let on. Once they were outside her door, he leaned against the wall and tossed his head back, drinking in the warmth. Grabbing his arm tighter than necessary, she led him to the loveseat near her television. She quickly lit to jasmine candles that rested above, creating a natural light that gave the room an eerie feel. Finally able to rest his bones, his breathing began to reach a normal pace. Shannon placed her hands on her hips, shaking at the old man masquerading as a college freshman. I'm gonna go see how long his snowstorm is gonna last. Can I trust you not to die of hypothermia until I come back?" He flashed a thumbs up. Stopping in the doorway to her bedroom, she turned around one last time. "You wanna tell me your name? I am housing you from the freezing your balls off after all." He smiled, but did not open his eyes. "Eric." Shannon closed the door and sighed quietly to herself. She thought for a second. I'm just too good a person. She quietly peeked out her door. She hadn't noticed it until then, but Eric was quite attractive. As his chest pushed outward, his broad shoulders rose up and down. He was slightly skinny, but Shannon always preferred her men like that. She closed the door gently, and took a seat on her bed. She laid her head onto the soft bed, soaking in the warmth as Eric did. Her phone vibrating in her pocket broke her stupor. On their way up the stairs, she sent a text message to one of her few friends, and asked them to check on how long the storm would last. "Oh, fuck." Apparently, it would be snowing all night. That meant Eric would be staying longer than expected. A sudden shiver seized her. It would be nice to cuddle up with someone for a change, which was something she hadn't done in a long time. In the interest of staying warm, at least. She forced herself out of her bed, heading the living room to check on Eric. He was sitting up now, rubbing his hands together. "You okay?" She asked nonchalantly. Eric frowned. "Kind of. My hands won't get warm for some reason." Shannon knelt in front of him, and clasped his hands between hers. She ran her hands back and forth, in attempt to get the blood flowing. "Feel better?" He didn't respond simply moaned his approval and tossed his head back. She rested her hands in between his thighs for a moment, but that was all it took. Eric's member made itself known by pitching a tent in his sweatpants. Shannon had not had sex since high school. The thought of being fucked again had planted itself in her head. Once Eric opened his eyes, he wrenched his hands free and tried to cover it, turning even redder then before. "Oh, crap. Shannon I'm so sor-" He didn't finish. Without warning, Shannon pushed his back to the couch and leaned forward, stopping inches from his face. "You're such a prude." It was physically impossible for his face to have been a deeper shade of red. Her lips curled into a seductive smile. "It really turns me on." Her lip pressed against, his lighter than a feather at first, but eventually Eric became courageous and pushed his tongue outward, mingling with Shannon's. As their lips interlocked, he broke the kiss to reach forward and pull on the hem of her sweater, raising it over her head. Shannon's large breasts spilled out, nearly free of their bonds. He took one in each and squeezed, his thumbs running lightly over the mesh covering her nipple. His hands soon moved behind her, removing her bra after some quick fumbling. Before he could take in her dark nipples, she stood and quickly glided to the candles. In one breath, she ended their lifetime, plunging the room in darkness. The only sound was the quiet snow pelting her window, and her silent stride back to him. She grabbed his hands and led him to the bedroom. The moonlight had caused an eerie glow to envelop the room. Lit only by the otherworldly glow, they touched lips again. Eric would not allow himself another missed opportunity. This time, he rubbed her nipples in between his thumb and forefingers, feeling them harden beneath his touch. Shannon moaned softly into his mouth, a familiar sensation cropping up in her panties. When he could stand the foreplay no longer, he become the dominant and pushed her onto the bed. Not wanting to lose control, Shannon quickly rolled him over, straddling his shins. "Let's not waste any more time..." Shannon whispered, pushing her fingers inside his pants, and yanked them downward, boxers and all. His 8-inch dick sprang free, throbbing in anticipation. She, however, would not give him that pleasure immediately. Shannon dipped her head downward until she was just a few centimeters away from his raging hard-on. Eric had ceased movement altogether, soaking up the spectacle and awaiting the best. He was a virgin, never having experienced these things before. He tried to soak it all in, hoping this anticipation would finally come to an end. He would not be denied for very long. Shannon brought her tongue out and, starting at the head, began to lick up and down the shaft. Eric shook as her tongue danced up and down his cock, grunting his approval. At one point, she brought her tongue to the tip again and, after licking around the head once for good measure, took four of his 8-inches inside her mouth. "Oh, shit..." Eric moaned as she gradually took more inside her. Grabbing a fistful of hair, He prodded her onward as her head bobbed up and down, sucking down the pre-cum that dribbled out. It was only a matter of time before he felt that familiar sensation in his balls. Shannon too had felt hi cock begin to twitch, preparing to explode. She began to go faster, sucking harder and harder, feeling his cock begin to twitch. Once he was at his absolute peak, she came up one last time before deep-throating his entire cock, sending him over the edge. Eric grunted loudly as his seed spilled down her throat. She swallowed as much as she could, but some still managed to dribble down her chin. Once he was drained she wiped her mouth and crawled next to him, but not without stroking his cock, which had already begun growing again. Eric was panting heavily. "Shannon...oh my god." She only smiled. "You seem to have enjoyed yourself," her voice retreated into a low whisper. "But are you willing to return the favor?" He didn't respond, simply surprised her by forcing lips upon her. Eric took some time during his free days, he was researching sex techniques. It consumed his free time. Now he would put those techniques to use. Every conception Shannon had about him was shattered as his tongue created cyclones in her mouth. Without realizing, he rolled himself on top of her, pushing her legs apart. He withdrew his tongue only to drag it down her cheek, past her neck, tracing her collarbone, before finally settling on her rigid nipple. With one swift flick he struck it, and it sent ecstatic shocks up and down Shannon's body. "Oh, shit. Where did you learn that?" she barely managed to choke out through deep, guttural moans. No response, just more flicking, except this time his hand fell between her legs and began slowly thrusting into her awaiting pussy. Before she could take in all of the pleasure she was receiving, Eric's tongue began its advance once again, slowly down her stomach, across her belly button, before finally reaching its destination. He wasted no time in shoving his tongue into her throbbing box, slurping at her nectar voraciously. Her moaning had reached a fever pitch; she spread her legs as far as she could, arched her back, and grabbed his matted hair. Just when she thought she could hold on no longer, he suddenly stopped. Before she could protest, he replaced his tongue with his cock. She gasped in shock as he shoved his dick deep, up to the hilt. Her tits were bouncing haphazardly, the sheer force of his thrusts smacking them around. Losing balance, Eric quickly reached forward and grabbed her them, now able to thrust harder thanks to his stable support. After a few more thrusts, Shannon felt her toes curling as she prepared to explode. At the same time, Eric felt himself begin to reach his own climax. With a final push, Eric fell forward, shooting his hot sperm deep inside her. At the same time, Shannon herself came, their bodies becoming one in orgasmic bliss. After their ecstasy subsided, Shannon glanced out the window and laughed. Eric gave her a confused look. "What's so funny?" She raised her hand and pointed out the window. "The snow stopped." Eric's eyes fell where she pointed. "Well, shit. Does this mean I can walk home?" Shannon shook her head and embraced him. "Not tonight. And probably not tomorrow, either." He landed on her side, and closed his eyes. "Good night to you, too." Shannon giggled- something she had not down in a long time- and fell asleep herself. Snowed In It was late January and I was packing up my studio apartment in Boston in preparation for my move back to my home state of Texas. I had finished my grad school program in December at a local University then flown down home for the holidays, and my fiancé had returned with me so that I would have company on the three day drive south. We had planned to spend a few days in Boston packing and cleaning up loose ends before hitting the road. Unfortunately, bad weather had begun moving in and the forecast was for a significant blizzard for most of New England. There was really no way we were going to beat the storm so, we resigned ourselves to a couple more days in Boston. Anyway, after almost two years apart, we weren't going to complain about more time alone. As we followed the storms progress, the forecast became worse, so in preparation we made a run to the market and liquor store to be well stocked just in case. My beautiful fiancé, Jill and I have been a couple for five years. We met in undergraduate school, and after graduation she went to work in product marketing while I went to grad school. She is a slender 5'7" with dark brown hair that she keeps shoulder length, deep brown eyes, long legs, a flat stomach and a tight behind. It's her legs and butt that I think are her best features sculpted from a dedicated workout schedule. In addition, she has well proportioned breasts that she thinks are too small but, which I enjoy immensely because they are so sensitive. Jill is one of those women that appears classy and sophisticated in public, and gives the impression of being conservative but, can become quite passionate behind closed doors, when the mood strikes. We started making love after only two weeks of dating, and have maintained our appetite for each other throughout our relationship. Our infrequent meetings over the past couple years have resulted in marathon session in the bedroom when we did get together. Finally done with our shopping, we returned to the apartment just as the snow started getting heavy. My studio apartment was actually a walk down with the entrance off the street since, as a student, I couldn't afford much space especially since I wanted to live in a good part of town with public transportation nearby. Basically, I had a room with a queen size bed, a small TV stand, a desk and a counter that served as a kitchen with a microwave, a hot plate and a small fridge underneath. There was a bathroom with a shower, and other than that, the only additional space was a tiny closet with the door missing. The apartment was cool in normal times and with the storm there was definite nip. Jill and I made a snack tray, opened a bottle of wine, sat on the bed and watched news of the blizzard on the TV. We had barely started on our second glass when my hands began stroking her body, and within seconds we had shucked our clothes and were wrapped in a tight embrace as we enjoyed the feeling of each other. I pushed her arms up and held them over her head as I kissed her neck and licked her small nipples, drawing appreciative moans from her slightly open mouth. Then downward over her tight tummy my mouth traveled, and skipping her vagina I moved to the inside of her thighs, teasing but not lingering, while causing her hips to roll with the light touch of my tongue. "Mike, don't tease me. You can do that when we get back to Texas," she panted, as her legs tried to pull my waist towards her. I grabbed a condom off the night stand, quickly put it on, and we both groaned loudly as I slowly fed my cock into her wet, shaved pussy. The feeling was so good that I lasted only a short time before I lost control and gasped for breath as I erupted. We lay there in each other's arms cuddling and kissing, both thinking about the life together that we were about to start. The cold drove us under the covers, and her warmth against my body soon had me hard again. This time we went slow and steady, and I had the joy of feeling her body spasm against me as she was engulfed by her orgasm. Afterwards, we lay side by side our gentle kisses drifting further apart as we fell asleep. I was awakened later by a sound that I didn't recognize. For some time, I remained in bed trying to figure out its source before finally getting up. The TV had lost its signal, no doubt from the storm, so I turned it off, and with less noise, it seemed the strange sounds were coming from outside. Unable to look out and worried about the conditions, I continued to try to figure out the meaning of the sounds without opening the door. "Mike, what's the matter?" Jill asked, still half asleep. "Nothing, just some noise," I answered, looking over and seeing her right breast uncovered. The noise began again, this time louder, and it almost sounded like mumbling. Despite my concerns I figured I needed to open the door and see what was outside. I unlocked it and with my foot against the bottom, and with my hand firmly on the knob I eased it slowly open. The snow was falling heavily and the stairs down to my door were now partly buried. Lying mostly covered in snow was a dark mass, and only after reaching out and touching it did I realize it was a human. "Shit," I said out loud. Opening the door wider I reached out into the cold and used both my hands to shake the form. "Hey. You need to get up. You can't stay here or you'll freeze," I said over the noise of the wind howling around the building, hoping he or she wasn't already frozen. My shaking only resulted in eliciting more moans from the form. I rolled it over to get a better look, and a ruddy male face came into view with longish hair and a full beard on his face. Snow was caked into his hair and beard, and as I shook him again his eyes slowly opened but they were heavy and unfocused. "Hey mister. Get up," I said, shaking him harder. "What's going on Mike?" Jill asked, now sounding fully awake. "Some guy is out here," I replied. "Is he okay?" she asked, her compassionate side kicking in. I heard fumbling behind me and Jill quickly appeared at my side in a long t-shirt. "You better get him inside he doesn't look good," she stated. Even though I knew it was the right thing to do, I was reluctant, fearing we would be starting a long process that might end up with police and an ambulance. "Okay, stand back I'll try to roll him inside," I answered. The snow had formed to the door and pulling him inside brought a mound in that I had to scoop and throw out so the door would close. After that, I had to half drag and half roll him to a place away from the door, near the foot of the bed. Jill began brushing away the snow from his coat and pants, and now in the light we could see that he was a big man, probably in his forties, with a large belly. "He has a strong pulse," Jill announced, while she held his wrist. I bent down close to his face and slapped him softly. "Hey, are you okay? Wake up," I demanded. His heavy eyes opened and he tried to say something, and as he did I caught a heavy wave of liquor from his breath. "Shit he's drunk," I stated, now getting pissed as I thought about how he was ruining my night with Jill. "Are you sure?" Jill asked. "Where in the hell am I?" The man blurted out in an obviously intoxicated voice, then seemed to drift away again. "Yeah, I would say so," I replied, sarcastically. "Wonderful," my fiancé giggled. "Call 911. Tell them to come get this guy," I said, as I looked him over some more to make sure there were no injuries. I heard Jill dialing then she stuck the phone into my hand. "Hello please state the nature of your emergency," a female voice said flatly. "I found a drunken man on my doorstep. Can you please get this guy before he freezes?" I explained. The operator fired off a couple more questions but, when she learned he was inside she stated that emergency services were almost shut down because of the storm and this was going to be very low priority. She explained that I needed to act like a Good Samaritan before finally asking for the information from his driver's license. After a brief search of his pockets, we were unable to find any identification, and with that she hung up. "Well, what did she tell you? Jill asked. "You heard most of it. City's basically shut down. Bigger emergencies. We are low priority and the guy will probably sober up before they get over here," I said, angrily. While Jill mopped up the melted snow, I took the guy's jacket and shoes off, threw a blanket over him, and put a chair cushion under his head. Jill put on some sweat pants to go with her t-shirt then; we went back to bed hoping we had done the right thing. Hours later, for the second time, I was awakened by this guy when he yelled out in a thick south Boston voice, "Ohhh...sweet Mary, my head.' "Where am I?" he said seconds later in a louder voice, and I could hear shuffling sounds as well. "Hey, you passed out on my doorstep. You're okay," I answered, hoping to quiet him down. "Oh shit. What fucking time is it?" he asked. I looked over at the clock and it showed 6:46 AM which I announced to him. "Fucking great," he said. You good enough to get going?" I stated, more than asked. "Yeah man. Where's my clothes?" he said, and I pointed towards his jacket and shoes. I could tell he was hurting but he finally got his clothes on and stumbled towards the door with me following. He swung it open quickly, and we both froze when the light showed that snow had filled the staircase at least to the height of the door. A few clumps fell inside but for the most part it stayed as a wall. "How deep is this door?" he asked. "Maybe three or four feet below street level," I replied, using my hand to poke at the snow near the top of the door frame. It was solid implying we were buried pretty deep. "Can we dig out?" I asked, thinking a native would know how to deal with this situation. "Not from inside. Never get the door closed again," he stated. "Well then what?" I asked, growing more annoyed and frustrated. "Got to wait for the city to clean up," he replied then said, "Turn on the TV." "It's out. But we have a radio," I replied. The radio was on the desk and as soon as I turned it on we found that the local station was providing 24 hour information on the storm. We learned that the state was under an emergency condition and no one was allowed out unless it was essential. That didn't seem to matter much though as the blizzard had left all roads impassable. The worst was that more snow was predicted, and that it could be days before people got dug out. My attention was on the radio, and it wasn't until I looked at the man and followed his stare that I realized Jill was now awake and was peeking out from beneath the blanket. His eyes were clearly appreciative of what he saw but, when he caught me watching him he quickly looked away. "Well hell. Might as well make the best of it. I need to piss though," he stated. I pointed towards the bathroom, and he shuffled the short distance to the small enclosure where, without closing the door, he dropped his pants to his knees, and moments later we were rewarded with the sound of his urine landing in the toilet. "I feel like we've been shipwrecked," Jill said, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm sure it will be a good story to tell our grandkids some day but right now it stinks," I answered, quite harshly. The man came out of the bathroom with his pants back up, shed his coat then, flopped into the desk chair while I stood hoping the radio would provide some glimmer of hope. What's your names." he asked, suddenly looking up. "I'm Mike and this is Jill," I said. "My name is Liam," he offered, without being asked. After that, we sat there listening to the radio while make passing comments on the weather until Jill got out of bed and came up behind me. "Think I'll take a shower," she whispered. I nodded to her and I was hopeful the water heater was still functioning. Jill quietly made her way to the bathroom and closed the door, and I returned my attention to the radio. It was some time later that I looked up to see Liam's eyes looking towards the bathroom, and turning I could see that the door had come open about a foot and Liam was feasting on the view of Jill, illuminated through the translucent plastic shower curtain by the dim bathroom light. It was an erotic scene, and I surprised myself by looking as well for a few seconds before moving over and closing the door. "Beautiful lady," Liam's boldly replied, when I turned back. "Yes, very," I answered, deciding it wasn't his fault, and rationalizing that any man would have looked given the opportunity. "She knows what she's doing," he said with a snicker. "What the hell does that mean?" I asked, with my voice rising. But, he ignored my question and returned his attention to the radio. A few minutes later the water stopped in the shower and we could hear Jill moving around the bathroom. "All fresh now?" Liam asked, as she stepped into the room. "Yes, thanks," Jill replied, shooting me a quick look to which I just shook my head. "Well Mike and Jill we got a lot of time to kill and I'm still hung over. I'd like to try to get some more sleep and nothing new is likely to happen. Do you mind killing the light and radio?" he asked. I had to admit he had a point, so I reached over and turned off the radio and light in the main room, while he kicked off his shoes, found a spot on the floor, and pulled the blanket over his large body. Only the dim bulb in the bathroom, through the half-closed door, provided any light. Jill and I lay back on the top of the bed, and listened to Liam's heavy breathing becomes snores. "I'm sorry this happened," I whispered, when I knew he was asleep. "Don't be silly it's not your fault. Let's just try to get through it best we can," Jill replied. "I guess that's all we can do," I answered, disappointed by the impact of the stranger on our lovemaking. I lay there holding Jill for what seemed a very long time, thinking about what I wanted to do to her which made it impossible to sleep. I sensed Jill was still awake too as her body was a bit tense and her breathing was quiet. "Jill are you up?' I whispered softly. "Yes," she answered. "I love you," I replied, kissing her ear and running my hand over her smooth tummy. "I love you too honey," she replied, pushing back against me. My hand began caressing her through her clothes and Jill began to respond with soft purrs, which enticed me to reach under her shirt and play with her firm breasts - gently pinching and rolling her nipples. Jill loves nipple play and her breathing became deeper while her body movements against me grew more pronounced. My hand explored down her body and pulled free the knot holding her sweat pants up. Jill's opened her hips expecting my hand to go immediately to her slit but, instead I massaged and toyed all around which aroused her even more. I could feel the heat of her sex as I explored, and suspected she was very wet which was proved true moments later when I ran two fingers along the length of her opening. "Ohhhhhhh...." she gasped, at the sudden contact. ""Shhhh..." you'll wake our friend I said. "I'm sorry I can't help it," she replied, giggling and turning her head to give me a deep, wet kiss. I continued using my fingers on her, teasing and arousing with first one inside her and then two, before I removed them and began gently massaging her clit. I wanted her hot but not satisfied because, I had decided I wanted to be inside her, and didn't want her to say no. "Sweetheart let's make love," I stated, when I thought she was ready. "In front of him?" she replied, with surprise. Fortunately, her response seemed to lack any real negative conviction which emboldened me to begin pushing her sweats down. Half-way to her knees, she pulled them the rest of the way off. I rolled over to mount her when she grabbed my arm and said, "You need a condom." "They're in the cupboard and I don't want to get up," I said, looking at her with pleading eyes. "Okay, but you know the risks, I'm a Catholic girl and if you knock me up you have to marry me," she replied, with a huge smile. "Done," I answered, then sunk my hard cock balls deep into her on the first thrust. "Oh yes my love," she called out, as we started a gentle rocking motion. Our passion was so great that both of us quickly forgot that anyone was in the room, and despite the chill, within minutes the sweat on our bodies was making a wet slapping sound, as the old springs on the bed screeched in tune. The cover had fallen down to our waists, and I looked down to see Jill's breasts doing a circular dance. I tried very hard not to cum before Jill but, my balls were boiling and the more I tried not to the closer I got. The first shot was inside her before I was able to pull out and finish across her tummy and breasts. I was on my arms above her panting with drool coming out of my mouth before I collapsed back on top of her. "God I love you," I said, between gasps. "You feel so good when you're inside me," she answered, gently stroking my hair. I knew she needed an orgasm so, after catching my breath, I rolled behind her and pulled her against me in a way that allowed me to use my hand between her legs. I started slow and kissed her neck trying to get her back into the zone she needed to be in to relax and release. On her side with her left knee up, she was giving me complete access to her pussy and slowly her body began to respond. Building on that, I gave her clit light strokes, and when she began to shudder, I increased the intensity until she started racing forward excited and ready. "Pinch my nipples," she suddenly blurted out, and my hand on her clit was replaced by hers. I pinched and rolled her nipples as she masturbated, and in less than a minute her body stiffened, she exhaled hard, then slammed her legs closed and groaned loudly. Her body began experiencing short, random convulsions from the electrical aftershocks of her orgasm. It had been a nice orgasm, and I held her firmly against me as her body slowly relaxed and her breathing returned to normal. But, as she quieted, another sound in the room became apparent; faintly at first, then louder and as it grew I realized it was close by. Now curious, I lifted onto one arm and looked around the room, and in the faint light from the bathroom spotted Liam on the floor with his pants around his knees masturbating furiously as he stared at Jill. Looking at Jill, her eyes were transfixed on his cock, and I realized she wasn't aware that I was watching her. His cock looked to be 7" or so and fat and his balls were huge, hanging almost to the floor between his legs. The bed covers had fallen away so that Jill was partly exposed to his eyes, with his view only hindered by the angle from his position several feet below. She made no effort to cover herself, and as we both watched, his cock spit out its juices across his large hairy belly as he grunted and smiled. I looked down at Jill and she was now looking at me, and as our eyes met, a look of panic crossed her face before she looked away and grabbed the blanket to cover her exposed body. I put my arm around her and pulled her to me without speaking as I thought through things. Had he seen her orgasm? Hell, had she cum from watching him? This guy was middle aged, fat and hairy. What possible attraction could she have for him? "Jill?" I asked, turning her to face me. "I'm sorry," she said, before I could say anything else. "What happened?" I said, our faces now inches from each other. "What do you mean?" she replied, in a nervous voice. Snowed In "Was he watching us the whole time?" I asked. "I don't know. I only saw him when you were playing with me," she answered. "So, he saw you orgasm?" I continued. "Maybe, I think so," she replied, after a pause. I was about to ask some more question when I heard Liam moving. He got off the floor and went to the bathroom, and as he did, I felt Jill stiffen in my arms. Again, we were treated to the sounds of him peeing through the partially open door. Liam came out soon and after clearing his throat a little too loudly lay back down. I continued to hold Jill quietly as my mind raced wondering if her guilt would bubble up but, after a few minutes when she hadn't reacted, I started to think about what had occurred, and surprisingly I was more curious than upset. In fact, I was feeling a bit aroused thinking about it happening to my normally reserved fiancé. Everyone fell asleep and it was sometime later I awoke with a start from sounds of movements in the small apartment. It took a few moments for me to remember the circumstances and surmise that the sounds were coming from Liam. A quick look at the clock informed me that it was 5:26 PM. "Damn, I need a drink," I heard Liam mumble, and saw his large shape, illuminated by the bathroom light, moving slowly about. Without speaking, I slid out of bed, slipped on my boxers, and flipped on the radio, while adjusting the volume to not wake Jill. After a few minutes of storm information, the announcer informing us that there was at least another 24 hours of snow to which we both groaned. "Shit, going to be stuck here forever," he said. "Can't you just go back to sleep," I asked. "Been sleeping. Now I'm damn bored," he replied and I followed his gaze to see that Jill was now awake. "You got any booze in here?" he followed, still looking at Jill. "It's in the cupboard to the right of the sink," Jill answered, before I could reply. She seemed to show no shame from being seen by Liam or seeing him which surprised me. Liam opened the cupboard and fumbled with several bottles, selecting more by feel than by sight, until he withdrew a quart of Jack Daniels with about with about half left that I had planned to throw away. He found a small glass next to the sink, rinsed it, and poured a healthy amount. The alcohol had a calming effect on him, and we watched him sit down against the wall and sip his drink. The radio crackled with repetitive information interspersed with stories on unique human interest situations being caused by the storm. The news was on a 10-15 minute cycle and we sat through four rounds and two refills of Liam's glass before I got up and turned it off. "Am I going to have to drink alone?" Liam demanded, more than asked. I was about to answer that we were not in the mood to drink when Jill stated, "Honey, why don't you open a bottle of wine? I could use something to drink too." "That's the spirit," Liam exclaimed, "It will make the time go faster." "When do you think we can get out?" Jill asked. "Probably be a while. Whole city is going to be a mess," Liam replied, before I could. "I never realized how irritating doing nothing could be," she replied. "Well a drink will help pass the time. If nothing else, will help you sleep later," he told her as I moved to the counter. With trepidation but, without speaking, I found the corkscrew and a bottle of Malbec we had purchased. I opened it and poured two glasses assuming Liam would stick with his whiskey. Jill accepted her glass and sipped from it slowly while sitting on the bed with her back against the wall. She had slipped back into her sweats and t-shirt, and you could just barely make out the points from her nipples through the fabric. At first, everyone was mostly quiet, sipping their drinks in silence, but Liam began talking and occasionally asking questions, and before I realized it Jill and he were in a conversation. It started out as one word questions mostly initiated by Liam but progressed to more involved discussions. Jill, always the friendly type, was asking questions about his life and family still showing no apparent shame from being watched by Liam. Liam would respond then ask her similar questions which she readily answered. For my part, I was quietly stewing, wishing this storm would end so we could rid ourselves of this loser and be on our way. After she finished her glass, Jill excused herself to the bathroom and was gone for almost twenty minutes. The conversation died for a while until Liam decided to bring up the earlier event. "Very beautiful woman," he suddenly stated. "Yes," I answered, knowing he had some agenda. "A good climax I have to say," he said. "Shut up asshole," I demanded. "You know that was for me, right? She was looking at my cock when she let go," he said, not heeding my statement. "Bullshit old man. Now shut up before I throw you out," I replied, angrily. "Hell, your one of those dumbasses that thinks all women are saints!" he said, beginning to laugh. "I know my fiancé," I replied sternly, trying to shut him up because I was unsure about how she had behaved. "You're such a young shit you can't understand it. It's going to fuck with your head though. Missing a big chance college boy," he replied, with an air of wisdom and confidence incongruent with his circumstances. "What chance," I blurted out before thinking, stepping into his game. "See what's really in her head. What turns her on. Most men married to a woman their whole lives never know it," he answered. "And you think some old fat bastard like you can get that to happen?" I replied, intending my words to be insulting. "Already did once wouldn't you say," he shot back. I stopped responding, singed by his words, and a few minutes later Jill came out looking refreshed, and announced how much better she felt after cleaning up and brushing her teeth. She sat back on the bed with her back against the wall supported by several pillows, still in her sweat pants but now sporting a new t-shirt. Liam, acting the gentleman, poured her a fresh glass of wine. After a trip to the bathroom myself, I returned to the room surprised to see that Liam had boldly seated himself on the bed near Jill's feet. Jill didn't seem to be concerned, and they continued their conversation as I sat in the chair at my desk. Jill and I were sipping our drinks slowly but Liam was hitting the whiskey hard. "The lady needs another glass," Liam announced, slurring his words some when Jill finished her second glass. Jill looked at me with a silly grin and held her glass, and I dutifully took it and poured another drink. Liam refilled his glass then beat me back to the bed, and got back into his spot again, relegating me to the desk chair. They picked up the conversation, which was now flowing freely and Jill, pressing him on personal details, was able to get him to explain that he was a longshoreman, had been married twice and had seven kids. He went on to say how he had started out with some buddies at a bar the previous night, and when it closed he couldn't get his car started. He stumbled down the street trying to find a cab and somehow ended up here. "You like to play cards? Let's play some cards. Mike you got any?" Liam suddenly blurted out. I had two decks in the desk drawer but I didn't respond unsure of his intentions. "There are some in drawer," Jill said, pointing to the desk as I tried to get her attention. "We'll play hearts to pass the time. Mike grab them," he demanded. I paused for a moment then opened the drawer and took out a deck. We played for about an hour with them talking and me mostly silent, lost in my thoughts, and wondering how she could be so carefree with a stranger who had seen her orgasm only a short time before. Without warning, we were dropped into pitch darkness. "Shit. Power's out," I said, stating the obvious. "Could be out for a long time," Liam offered, "Hope we don't lose the heat." He was right about the heat. It was probably 55 to 60 degrees in the apartment, and without the heat there was no telling how low it might plummet. I felt around until I located the flashlight then lit a candle in the bathroom and two on the counter in the main room which provided just enough light to play then, returned to the game. "We need a bet," Liam announced, as I sat down. "What bet?" Jill asked, now experiencing a buzz from the wine. "Whoever ends up with the queen of spades has to take a shot," he decided, after a pause. Liam got up and went to the cabinet with the liquor and returned with a full bottle of tequila. "No, that's not a good idea," I said. "Don't be a party pooper," Liam said in his rough English, "Besides, what else do we got to do?" "Jill has had enough already," I told him. "Honey, I'm fine. Besides I don't plan on losing," Jill replied as Liam smiled at me. Jill was very competitive and it was not out of character for her to take on a challenge. Yet, she was not used to being around men like Liam, and I was concerned. I just shook my head as Liam picked up the cards to deal. Fortunately, for the next three hands, Liam ended with the queen and each time took a swig from the bottle. The next time it was me and then on the fifth hand Jill had to take a shot for the first time. Liam handed her the bottle and she tipped it quickly, and with a grimace, she forced the liquor down as her body shuddered from its effect After that, it seemed we all were equal losers. The game continued but as we drank it was hard to maintain any focus on the cards. For a while, Liam kept us distracted from our drunkenness with his non-stop chatter but, finally we reached a point that we were so smashed it no longer worked. Surprisingly, Jill was in the best shape and tried to pick up the slack but, it didn't last long before she faded and we all grew quiet. Liam was still sitting on the end of the bed but was slowly falling over onto his side, and I was in the desk chair trying to fight the alcohol but losing. Jill after a while either grew tired or gave up and leaned her head back and closed her eyes. I wasn't how sure long I had been out when I woke from my alcohol stupor with drool falling from my mouth and my back and shoulders sore from my position. Jill had slid down so she was sleeping comfortably in the bed and Liam was still half-on and half-off the bed, and was now fitfully snoring. Standing up slowly, I checked my watch to see it was 2:20 AM. Grabbing Liam by the shoulder, I pulled him off the bed and onto the floor. Thankfully, he was too far gone to fight my efforts, and I was able to get him settled, kill the candles, except the one in the bathroom then slide in next to Jill. So far, the heat had somehow stayed on and the room was still at the same temperature, chilly but tolerable. Pulling her close to me without waking her I snuggled into her neck then, unable to help myself, ran my hands over her breasts through her sweatshirt. "Mmmmm," she purred, pushing her butt against me. "Thought you were asleep?" I whispered. "I was," she whispered back. Reaching beneath the shirt, I started rolling her small nipples through my finger tips and kissed her ear, expecting her to tell me to leave her alone so she could sleep. Instead, I felt her butt move against me in an attempt to make contact and arouse my cock. God how I loved her sensitive breasts. Jill loves to have her neck kissed so when I started on her with small gentle ones she turned her head to give me better access. After a minute or so, she tried to turn in my arms to kiss me on the lips but, I held her firm not wanting to give up my position that allowed my right hand to roam her body. "Be still sweetie, let me play," I said to her. Her reply was a sensual moan and I spent the next five minutes exploring her body, caressing her breasts and tummy, and pushing the sweat pant down low in the front. I could tell Jill was getting excited from her purrs and the movement of her body, and I thought maybe I would play with her pussy until she climaxed, and if I was lucky she might reciprocate. Working my hand down, I found, as expected, a well lubricated opening. I took her leg and pulled it over mine spreading her open and then began a slow but determined toying and teasing. Jill has never been a real vocal lover so it caught me off guard when her moaning started getting loud. "Sweetie, you might wake him up. If you don't quiet down I'm going to stop," I threatened. "Don't stop. He won't wake," she panted and as if on cue, Liam let loose with a big snore. Under the blanket, Jill's bottoms and thong had been worked down almost to her knees, and she was now so wet I could hear the smacking sounds of her juices, as I worked her with my fingers. "I need to feel you." she exclaimed breaking my hold and turning to work my pants down. "Damn woman, that wine made you horny," I giggled. "The tequila," she replied, now acting a bit frantic with her efforts. Soon, she had my pants down to my knees, and her head disappeared under the blanket. Jill has a natural gift when it comes to oral sex, as she has nice full lips and knows how to make it nice and juicy. When her mouth found my cock, I had to stifle my own gasp caused by the incredible feeling. She was hunched low on her knees, with her pussy close enough to me that I could still play with it, and my tickling and teasing must have had an effect because it was only a few minutes later she turned back. "I need you in me," she said, and in the faint candle light emanating from the bathroom, I could see a hunger in her eyes. "He might wake up," I said, sincerely concerned about our confined situation. "He won't wake up. He's plastered. Listen to him," she answered, as her hand stroked me. In reality, I was damn horny too, and didn't need a lot of convincing. "Okay but be quiet," I said, half scolding. "Okay, okay," she replied I tried to roll on top of her but had to wait while she kicked off the sweat pant from one of her legs. She was so ready and wet I literally fell into her. The soft warmth was overpowering, and I had to moan into the pillow to dampen the sound. I went very slowly, rocking gently and savoring every millimeter of feeling as my cock entered and withdrew. "I love you," Jill whispered. "I love going slow and feeling you," I told her. "I like it too darling," she answered. We continued in our slow deliberate love making trying to keep as quiet as possible. I lifted up on my arms slightly so I could see her face, which always excites me when we make love, and saw that her eyes were shut and her lips half parted. She was holding her breathe then forcing it out in soft gasps in time with my motion. Despite the thrill of our lovemaking, I found my mind going back to our last time, when Liam had seen her. In my experience with Jill, lovemaking was the time to find out her true feelings, as it was like a truth serum for her. In the past, it's been when I learned truly why she was mad at me or what her opinion was on something where I felt she had been evasive. It was a lousy trick in this intimate moment but, I really wanted to know. "Sweetie, did it turn you on?" I asked her, immediately feeling bad for bringing it up. "What, honey?" she panted, in reply. "Him watching you and playing with himself," I explained. Jill stiffened and I thought she was going to be angry. The moments ticked by before she finally answered. "Maybe some," She admitted. "What does that mean?" I asked, not satisfied by her answer. "Let it go Mike," she counseled. "No, I want to know. I'm not mad. I'm just curious," I told her, honestly. "It did some," she repeated. "What does that mean?" I queried, again hoping she would answer honestly. "It was exciting because he wanted me," she explained. "Sweetie, all men want you," I said, still confused by her answer. "Not watching while we are making love. Not naked. Not locked into this tiny space with us with no way out," she said, losing her breath in the process. It was quiet as we gently rocked while I processed this information. Its times like this that you realize how different men are wired from women. Jill could have any man she wanted. Wealthy, successful, athletes...and yet this old out of shape drunkard had gotten into her head in a way that no other man had to my knowledge. Certainly part of it was the bizarre situation but still.... "Maybe he should watch again," I threw out. There was a quick almost imperceptible gasp from her and also, even less discernible but still there, a quick spasm almost like a pulse in her pelvis. "Not a good idea Mike," she replied "Why not?" I pushed. "Just not. Hush and let's make love," she answered, pulling my head back into her neck. "I will but why not? I now needed to know. "He's not the kind to take no," she told me, after a pause. My only response was to kiss her passionately and tell her, "I am so in love with you." "You better be," she replied, with a smile. We continued on in silence for a few more minutes then, it was time for a change. "Roll over and get on top," I told her, which happens to be one of her favorite positions. Jill got on top and I pulled her down against my chest. She worked her hips taking me in and out but, with her now in charge of the pace. We could still hear Liam snoring away loudly with an obvious case of apnea, and there were times his breathing would stop for what seemed like a minute then, a large grunting snore would erupt. "That's the man that turns you on," I said, trying to mock her previous admission. "He has a big dick," she shot back. A reply like this from her was so unexpected I was speechless. Sensing my shock she whispered in my ear with a giggle, "I win." "Hush and fuck me," I said, having no other come back. "I need to stretch," she replied. As she straightened up on top of me the blanket, caught under my legs, fell away and she arched backwards now fully exposed from the waist up. Both of us glanced at the same time towards Liam. Jill could see but my view was blocked by the edge of the bed, and I had to rely on his sounds to confirm he was still asleep. "Come back to me," I said, taking her hand and pulling her to my chest. "Leave the blanket off for a while, I'm hot," she said. "You just want to be seen," I said, pushing my hips up now to meet her rocking. Jill matched my thrust and we started going faster until the bed started squeaking. Nervous, we slowed until it stopped and with the silence we both realized something else at the same time - the snoring had stopped. I grabbed the blanket and quickly covered Jill up to her neck. "Stop for a second and see if he starts snoring again," I whispered to her It was like hiding in the bushes when playing hide and seek as a child. We were barely even breathing trying to determine if he was really awake and if we had been spotted. It didn't take long to get the answer. "You two are like rabbits. Every time I lay down you go at it," Liam spoke, definitely still feeling the liquor. We remained quiet, neither responding at first. "Don't pretend to be asleep. Go ahead I don't mind. In fact it will make a good show," he chuckled. I was about to roll Jill off me when I felt her hips rock just a little. Our eyes met and I saw in her an odd look. Playful, but also needy and she opened her mouth to speak then stopped and instead pushed down hard on my cock. When I put my left hand on her ass and grabbed her breast with my right she kissed me hard on the mouth and started moving faster. "That's it kids," Liam said. Jill started fucking me so fast that the bed started squeaking again, and this time we ignored the sound. I was now getting caught up in the eroticism of the moment, and bizarre thoughts would fly into and out of my head. Our movements caused the blanket to fall a bit but Jill was still low, with her body close to mine and out of sight. Snowed In "Jill how's it feel?" he barked out. Jill's body stiffened against me and she caught her breath. She gave me an odd look and opened her mouth to speak and then stopped. Then, we both heard a zipper being opened and knew Liam was pulling his cock out. "Tell him," I told her. She gave me a strange look staring into my eyes for a few seconds then said, "It feels really good." "I hope Mike gets you off again. I like how you look when you cum," he answered, egging her on. Again there was no reply from Jill but some demon was now putting bizarre thought in my head. "Show him your tits," I said into her ear. As I whispered the command, it seemed like it came from another person standing in the corner, and this odd person wanted Jill to be seen, to be on display. Up until then, Jill was bent close to my chest, with the blanker hiding most of her and the only evidence of our lovemaking was the movements beneath the blanket, our moans and the noisy bed. "He'll want more," Jill said, but it seemed more a statement than a warning. "What do you want?" I asked. "What do you want?" she quickly shot back. For a moment I thought about the risks. I thought about just pulling her to my side and going to sleep. But, she had opened a window with the way she responded when Liam saw her climax and I had to see what else was out there. "Show him your tits," I said again. Jill slowly sat up straight in the bed without missing a beat on my cock, while staring at me the whole time. The blanket fell around her hip and she arched her back and tossed out her hair. I knew part of this was not my command it was her genetic need to act like a peacock - to be on display. "Well if you're going to give a show I'll get a front row seat," Liam said, and within seconds he was sitting in the desk chair next to the bed no more than four feet away. His pants were open and he was stroking his fat cock. Jill looked over at him for just a second too long before she closed her eyes again. "Those are damn nice tits, Jill. My first wife had ones just like those. Liked them pinched hard. You likes yours pinched?" he asked. "Damn Mike, don't lay there having all the fun, pinch on em," he demanded after several seconds when Jill didn't respond. For some reason, I did what he said. I had done the same thing dozens of times before when we were making love but, this time Jill started going crazy. Her mouth fell open and a long moan escaped. She started tossing her hair around and her pussy seemed to get even wetter. I was so enjoying Jill's show that it wasn't until Liam was pulling the pants off his legs that I realized he was getting naked. His shirt was already off and when he was done he sat back in the chair. His body was completely covered in thick hair like some man-bear, and his large belly hung so low that all I could see was about 4 inches of his cock protruding from below with its fat head. Jill saw him too and tried not to look but I could see that her eyes kept going back to him. Before long, I could see him getting antsy, and with his eyes locked onto my fiancé I feared he was going to reach out. "Liam, stay in the chair," I told him, trying to regain some control. "Whatever Jill wants," he replied, staring at her. "Just stay there," I demanded. He didn't stay still for a minute before I saw him lifting his naked body from the chair. "Stay there," I tried to command, but he ignored my words and moved behind Jill. From his spot, I realized he could watch her rising and falling on my cock. He was also in a position where neither Jill nor I could see him easily, which had the effect of increasing the sexual tension in the room even further. "You are one hot woman," I heard him hiss to my fiancé, "Mike you're going to share, aren't you." "Just watching Liam, no touching. Get back in the chair," I called out but, my demands got no response. At the same time, the feelings from Jill's pussy were too incredible to stop. I could see Jill looking over her shoulder trying to keep an eye on Liam but from my position I could see nothing except an occasional fat thigh when he moved to the side. Suddenly, her back went stiff and she pushed her chest against my hands. "What's wrong? What's he doing?" I asked. "He's touching my back," Jill replied. Leaning as far as I could to the side without losing Jill, I looked around her and saw that he was leaning forward from the end of the bed and was using his right hand to rub on her back. "Cut it out Liam or we are going to stop," I threatened. "Calm down. No ones being hurt," he replied, not stopping his touching. Jill's motions on top of me were getting erratic and when I looked up her eyes were almost closed and her mouth was hanging open. She licked her lips and took her breaths in short gasps, and it was clear that the scene was making her very excited. My God I thought, here is my girlfriend, my fiancée, the future mother of my children getting turned on by an old fat hairy dock worker. Maybe Liam was right, maybe there were some things to learn about her. Jill stopped her movements and for a moment the room went dead quiet, and I cringed thinking this was where she was going to launch on me in a tirade about not protecting her. "I need to go to the bathroom." She said allowing me to breathe again. She climbed off me, and showing amazing modesty given the circumstances, got out of bed and moved swiftly to the small bathroom. As soon as the door was closed, I looked at Liam who was smiling widely with heavy alcohol affected eyes. "Don't fuck it up Lad," he counseled. When I didn't respond he went on. "You know what I said before. You've seen a bit now but there's more for sure. No one will ever need to know too," he said, while chuckling a bit at the end. "This is freaking me out," I said to him. It was an honest answer but one that showed him some opportunity. "Just get it started than let it go on its own," he replied, with his hand now fondling his large balls. "No way," I said, shaking my head trying to find some clarity. The toilet flushed and the water started in the sink. "Don't fuck this up or you'll always wonder. No one will ever know," Liam said again, as the door opened. Jill left the door open and the dancing light behind her illuminated her slender, naked body as she moved the few feet to the bed. Liam gave out an admiring whistle as she stepped past him, and surprisingly he didn't try to make a grab. She sat down next to me, her legs tightly together, before I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her onto her back in the middle of the bed and covered her with the blanket. "Mike, you asshole," he exclaimed. "Show's over," I replied. At first, we lay still next to each other but there seemed to be some sensual pulsing between our bodies, and I pulled her closer to me squeezing her hard. I began to kiss her and whisper to her how beautiful she was while I thought about Liam's words. She pulled my hand to her breasts, and I began massaging them as we continued kissing. I was truly torn. Part of me wanted to push the envelope -- to challenge Liam's view but it was frightening too. After his initial outburst he had gone quiet, and I sensed he was in the chair watching but I didn't lift my head to look. Jill couldn't keep still. Despite Liam being only feet away her body was undulating against mine sensually. "I'm so horny," she whispered, into my ear. "Let him go to sleep first," I whispered back. "Okay," she replied but, in a needy way. Jill's hand found my dick and started squeezing and stroking it slowly. I was hoping the alcohol would overcome Liam and he would go back to sleep quickly. "Why don't you suck on him a bit?" Liam spoke, startling us both. "Liam, go to sleep," I demanded. Almost as soon as the words left my mouth Jill's head started down my body, stopping to kiss my nipples, and then continuing. "Jill!" I exclaimed, truly surprised by her actions. Jill, in her horny and inebriated state, inhaled my dick into her warm and wet mouth. She swirled her tongue around my head on each stroke which had my back arching in no time. "Goddamn son you can't have all the fun," I heard Liam speak, which brought me back to reality. "Go lay down and jackoff," I told him, hoping he would leave us alone. Jill's mouth was driving me crazy and I was getting close to cumming, reaching that point where nothing else matters. I had my hands on the back of her head guiding her up and down when she suddenly tried to pull away. "No not yet," I implored her. The more she squirmed the harder I held her head until with a sudden jerk she pulled away. "Oh my god, Oh shit. He's licking me!" Jill exclaimed. I looked quickly over her shoulders and saw that in moving down to suck on me her body had become positioned on the bed in such a way that her butt was near the edge. The covers were off her lower half and the top of Liam's greasy hair behind her ass was all I could see. The first thought that flashed through my brain was how this fat old man had gotten there so deftly without causing the bed to move. That thought was quickly replaced when I saw Jill trying to use her legs to squirm away from his invading mouth. But, before she could make progress, he grabbed her ass and flipped her onto her knees. "Mike his tongues in me," she exclaimed, looking to me for help. I looked into her eyes for several seconds then pulled her up to kiss her. At first she turned her head but I grabbed her chin and forced the kiss and she accepted it passively. "You're beautiful," I told her. "Do you love me? Tell me you love me," she implored. "I love you Jill," I said sincerely, and kissed her again. I began to plant soft kisses on her forehead, cheeks, ears and lips all the time whispering how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. I could tell Liam's efforts were taking hold as she began to breathe in short quick breaths, struggling to be still. I had never been big on giving oral sex only doing it a few times for Jill, and I'm sure not very well. Her reactions certainly seemed more intense than I was used to, which made our kissing difficult. At that moment, he flipped her onto her back, spread her legs and dove head first into her wet pussy. Jill grabbed my head and pulled my lips to hers and we kissed deeply as she whimpered into my mouth. We broke our kiss and I lay next to her now the complete voyeur and watched her other hand, the one that I had been holding, move down to Liam's head. His tongue played her young taut body like a musical instrument finding every chord and hitting every note. The whole time, his shaggy head and full beard filled the space between her legs never stopping, never lifting to catch his breath or look around. I could see Jill's legs start to stiffen and her neck muscles begin to strain, and it was obvious he was taking her towards an orgasm. She had been quiet throughout, which is her nature, but as the climax approached she started getting vocal. Softly at first with soft sighs and moans that then turned louder and urgent as she pleaded. Just when Jill was about to let go, Liam stopped. He lifted his head and I saw him smile but he made no movement for several seconds. "Don't stop. I'm so close," Jill begged, as her hands pulled at his hair and her body writhed seeking contact with something. Liam lifted his belly showing the full length of his fat cock with its large head. He stroked it several times while looking down at my fiancé. "I know you want to feel this," he stated. Jill's hip continued to move still feeling the tongue that was no longer there. This was the moment of truth and with all my power I remained silent, deciding it was Jill that needed to make the decision. "Mike?" she whined, seeking guidance. The tension in the room was profound and my silence left her alone and vulnerable. After several more seconds she asked again, "Mike, what do you want me to do?" I stayed silent and despite Jill searching my face for an answer I remained expressionless. Then with a barely perceptible movement Jill's head moved up and down, and Liam immediately lifted his large, heavy body over her. "Put it in you." I heard him tell her, and saw her hand fumbling between them. "Ohhhhhhhh..,ohhh God yes!" Jill suddenly exhaled. "Damn that's good." Liam pronounced at the same time, and I knew that he was inside her. Liam body was so big that all I could see of Jill was her legs from the knees out and her arms from the shoulders out which were wrapped around his large torso, and her face was completely blocked by his large head and greasy hair. Slowly at first, then faster, his hairy ass started its back and forth motion causing the fat to ripple in waves. It looked like some wild beast was taking Jill. "Uhhhh, uhhh.." She responded to his deep thrusts, as his heavy body and fat cock forced the air from her lungs. "You like it?" I asked, her no longer able to be quiet. Rather than a verbal reply, her legs rose so that her feet were touching his large ass and her hands gripped his shoulders tightly. Liam pounded into her relentlessly and the time ticked by. I had tried several times to speak with her but was unsuccessful, as her voice seemed only able to communicate, through whimpers and moans, the joy she was receiving from his cock. Soon, the short gasps and continuous whining let us know that Liam was bringing her close. All the time, he was quiet seemingly completely focused on driving his cock deep inside Jill. "Oh, don't stop," Jill demanded, as her legs stiffened and her hands pawed at his broad shoulders indicating she was close. "OHHH YES, OH MY GOD YES. FUCK ME. DON'T STOP. FUCK ME GOOD." Jill wailed, as her body was consumed by a powerful orgasm. Her legs kicked into the air and her pelvis slammed against Liam's meeting him wetly on each thrust. Her hands were pawing his shoulders and back as if searching for something and, although I couldn't see her face, there was a wailing sound from her like a hurt animal. In all our lovemaking, I had never seen her react so powerfully. Liam slowed but didn't stop and Jill's moans turned to whimpers and then I heard soft crying. "Oh so good, so good," she cried several times. Finally he did stop and it became quiet in the room except for their breathing, and I lay there next to her in shock from the power of their mating. "Get off her," I said, prodding Liam on the shoulder. "I haven't got my nut yet," He replied, and although I wanted to call him all kinds of four letter word names, I managed to stay calm wanting only to get to Jill. Liam reluctantly rolled off her and I couldn't keep from looking between them as his large cock slid from her now gaping hole. When she was free, she looked up at me with heavy eyes, her body covered in a film of sweat. "Do you love me?" she whispered. "Yes, of course baby," I told her, stroking her hair. "Make love to me," she panted, now pulling me to her. I let her have her way and seconds later we were joined. Me, flat on my back and her on top, with her naked form on display, glistening in the flickering candle light. She rode me fast and leaned forward to kiss me. "I love you. Tell me you love me," she demanded. "I love you Jill," I replied sincerely. I wasn't sure how we would deal with tonight but knew it wasn't the time for confrontation. Liam's cock had done a number on Jill, stretching her pussy so its normal snugness was not there, and Jill's eyes were boring straight into mine as if she was searching for some sign of anger or contempt. Strangely, I didn't feel either. Rather I felt a lot of confusion but also arousal. Liam had been right after all and I was struggling to process that reality. From nowhere, Liam appeared standing to one side of the bed alongside Jill and I could see his large cock, now wet with Jill's juices, hanging from below his belly. His big meaty and calloused hands reached out and took Jill's nipples between his fingers. "Ohhhh...don't," Jill exclaimed, moving her shoulders to try and break free but at the same time I could feel her pussy tightening on my cock. "Bet she's squeezing on you ain't she?" Liam asked, as if reading my mind. My answer was to grab her hips with both hands and pull her tighter against my cock. Jill continued to stare into my eyes but now hers were glazy and her mouth was partly open. "Fuck her good Mike then I want some more," Liam announced. I wanted to cum badly but, for some reason, I couldn't get there as my mind was still locked into the sight and sounds of their coupling. It seemed Liam was reading my mind again. "Let her suck on you why I do her doggie," he suggested. "Suck on me," I said to her, my lust and curiosity now stronger than my sense. "Mike?' Jill questioned. "Suck on me," I said to her again. This time without hesitation Jill dismounted and moved down and took my cock in her mouth. She tried to lie flat but Liam grabbed her by the hips and lifted her to her knees, and when he got her into position, he lifted his belly and pushed himself into her very wet pussy. It didn't take long for me to lose her. She struggled to keep a rhythm on my cock while Liam stroked her. After several minutes she gave up and just rested her head on my stomach, drool coming from her mouth along with the whines and grunts caused by his movements. Liam's words were again coming true and taking a page from his book; I reached down and took her nipples between my fingers pinching softly and then harder. "That's right. Keep it up. She's squeezing my cock now," he stated. "Don't cum in her, she's not protected," I told him, suddenly remembering the situation. "Okay man," he answered, between grunts. Liam grabbed her hips firmly in his hands and was pulling her forcibly against him on each thrust, and Jill lifted herself onto her elbows, still straddling my body with her head slowly shaking back and forth inches from my stomach. The couple began moaning together, almost in chorus as Liam's fat cock reigniting her passion. Jill came first. It wasn't as big as her first but I could feel her body spasm as she moaned and whimpered. Her orgasm must have set him off because soon thereafter his moves became more pronounced and his grunts louder. "Pull out," I reminded him, but it was too late. "Ughhhh man, damn, damn...it's fucking good. Sweet fucking pussy," he exclaimed struggling to catch his breath. Liam stayed connected to her for a few seconds then with a plop his cock exited and he flopped back into the chair. Jill with labored movements slid up on me until her head was next to mine. "Mike, that's first class pussy. You're a lucky man," he said, still breathing hard. I was suddenly taken by a burning need to add my semen to Jill's pussy. Rather than respond to Liam, I flipped her over and slid my dick effortlessly into her sloppy hole. Jill's body was so limp I had to reach down and pull her legs around me. "That's it Mike, we'll keep her filled till we get rescued," Mike laughed. For some reason, rather than anger me, his words inspired me to fuck her harder. Unlike last time, I soon felt that familiar feeling in my balls and quickly added my cum to Liam's. Jill had regained some energy and held my shoulders with her hands as I finished but remained quiet. After catching my breath, I rolled off and pulled her into a spoon position against me. I kissed her neck and told her I loved her but she stayed quiet. I wasn't sure whether she was upset, exhausted or both so I continued holding her tight thinking it was the best course to take. I felt the bed move and looked up to see Liam crawling next to Jill. It seemed pointless to argue the point, so I stayed silent as he slid in next to her, and fortunately, it wasn't long before he began snoring - the alcohol and the exertions from the sex evidently taking hold. Snowed In "Are we still getting married?" Jill suddenly spoke, in a very soft whisper. "Yes, don't worry. Just go to sleep," I said to her, pulling her tighter to me. For some reason, I lowered my hand to her pussy and gently prodded her to spread her legs so I could feel inside. She was unbelievably wet and when my finger entered I could feel the gooey wet cocktail of mixed semen. It was very erotic to me for some strange reason and my cock hardened against Jill's butt. "Did it turn you on?" she whispered in the same soft voice, probably inspired by my new erection. "Yes," I answered without elaboration, knowing what she meant. Soon thereafter I fell into a fitful sleep struggling to find a good position in the crowded bed. Later I awoke to the sound of voices speaking softly. "Don't." I heard Jill say with a gasp. Pretending to be asleep, I could see that Jill was now close to Liam in the crowded bed. "Had he pulled her over or had she moved on her own?" I asked myself. "You're a good fuck," he told her. "Thanks," Jill replied softly. Normally, I would have expected that type of statement to generate a negative response from her but the tone in her voice seemed to have an element of pride. "You ever had one this big?" Liam asked. "No," she answered, after a short pause. "Don't," I heard her say again, but her voice lacked conviction. There were slow movements under the cover but I couldn't make out what was happening. They were facing each other on their sides so I assumed that Liam was trying to fondle her somewhere, and I continued to feign sleep now very curious how Jill would react and deal with the attention. "You're wet again, baby," Liam stated, removing the question about where his hands were. Jill didn't respond and after a brief silence Liam followed, "Open your legs." There was some more movement and then Liam said, "Yeah like that." I heard Jill suck in her breath and then she started emitting barely audible moans. I could see Liam's shoulder moving and assumed he was working her with his fingers. "Mmmm," the sound came from Jill, now louder. "Feel good, baby?" he asked, and after several seconds with no answer he repeated himself. "Yeah," She replied with lust in her voice. "Do you want me to fuck you again?" he asked boldly. "Suck my nipples," she demanded, and I saw Liam's head move to them. "Ummm...uhhhh....yes," I heard Jill responding, and I could hear the sound of Liam's lips kissing and sucking. "Let's fuck," Liam stated, again. I had to force myself to remain quiet listening intently, very interested in how Jill would reply. I knew she was more aroused than she had ever been and wondered if she had any control at this point. Had she had enough or was there more to come I wondered? Was she worried about our future? "Mike's asleep," she replied, not really giving an answer. "We'll be quiet he won't wake up," Liam replied, answering what was probably her real concern. "We can't," she answered, but again her voice lacked conviction. "Yeah we can. He already let you once," Liam said. "Not in bed. In the bathroom," she finally answered, after a long silence. "Okay baby that sounds good," Liam replied, and I immediately felt the bed move as he got up. Jill was slower getting up, and clearly trying to get out without waking me. When she did, they left hand in hand leaving my eyesight as they moved towards the bathroom behind me. I heard the door creak as it was closed slowly taking away the dim candlelight. When it stopped, I turned over still feigning sleep until I could tell they were not watching. Getting up, I moved to the closed door feeling my way in the dark. "You suck a mean cock," I heard Liam announce, just as I arrived. I pictured Jill on her knees in front of Liam's heavy, hairy body with his fat cock sliding through her full lips. A couple minutes later Liam announced he was ready to fuck her and there was some rustling behind the door then a grunt from him and moan from Jill. The sounds started coming in rhythm and I knew he was taking her. There was a trick to closing the door and making it stay and suddenly it creaked open about six inches causing me to freeze in panic. I fully expected to get busted when they looked out to check on me but they must have been too deep in their lust because they just kept going. The door opens facing the shower and they were not in view so I moved quietly so I could look in the crack around the hinges. In the candlelight, I could see Liam had Jill bent over the countertop pounding her from behind. She was on her toes and his hands were cupping her breasts and pulling on her nipples. They were using the mirror to look at each other. There was no denying that Jill was enjoying it. Her mouth was open and her eyes wild with excitement. Liam was thrusting slowly but hard and deep forcing a moan from Jill on each stroke. Liam took one hand, turned her head and kissed her sloppily on the mouth to which she passionately reciprocated. Amazingly, it was the kissing that upset me more than their sneaked sex. "Have you ever had it this good?" he asked her the followed when she didn't reply, "Tell me." "No, never like this," she finally answered, and he kissed her again. "I'm going to fuck you ever hour till we get out," he said to her. "Okay," she answered. It was a simple reply but one that communicated her complete submission to Liam. They continued mating with Liam steadily prodding her with his words along the way, building her arousal. I saw her biting her lip to try and stay quiet, and she fell forward putting her hands on the mirror to maintain her balance but, her body began to shake and despite her efforts she couldn't hold back her moaning as another orgasm swept through her. "I want to come in your mouth," Liam announced, after her breathing slowed. He turned her and pushed her to her knees where Jill used her right hand to stroke him and suck on his head, concentrating on the first couple inches. Slowly, she worked more into her mouth until most of it disappeared as she bobbed her head. It wasn't long before Liam's grunts became more urgent and with a muffled roar he emptied himself inside her pretty mouth "Damn, a good fuck and a good cocksucker!" he exclaimed. I rushed back to the bed and got back into position but, it was quiet for a while, and I thought maybe they were going to have another round before I finally heard the movement of their return. Jill climbed in very slowly and waited for Liam to get in bed as well before she pushed herself close against me. Liam's snoring came first, and then Jill's heavy breathing indicated she was sleeping, and finally I drifted off as well. The sound of the radio woke me and I checked to see that it was 10:23 AM. Liam was sitting in the chair listening to the latest news report covered by a blanket. I could feel a bit of a hangover but overall felt better than I had feared. Jill was still curled up next to me but I sensed she was awake as well. "Storm's clearing," Liam announced. "But they are saying in may take a couple days to dig out." Jill's eyes opened and she stared at me for several seconds before speaking, "Think I'll take a shower." Her statement prodded me to notice that she reeked of sex. "How are you feeling?" I asked as she crawled over me and shamelessly walked naked towards the bathroom. "Little headache but, I'm okay." She said, answering about the drinking instead of the sex. I stared at her ass as she made the few steps to the bathroom. Jill didn't bother to close the door. She started the water and waited for several minutes for it to warm before stepping into the shower. As soon as she did, Liam spoke. "Lad, you're going to have good fun with that woman if you don't fuck it up," he counseled. "Liam why don't you join her in the shower?" I replied to him. My suggestion brought a big smile to his face. "Now you're getting it," he said, and headed to the shower throwing the blanket off along the way. It had now reached a point where I wanted to determine Jill's limits. Where was she going to say no or would she? Liam stepped in and shortly after Jill pulled the curtain back and looked at me. I was propped on an elbow and just stared back. We held each other's gaze for several seconds before she let the curtain go leaving me just a slight view. I could see Liam's hands through the steam soaping her up spending lots of time on her breasts and pussy as she leaned back against him. Then he turned her and kissed her deeply. She didn't fight him and instead her arms went around his neck and she kissed back, and I knew his big cock had completely conquered her. They rinsed and then Liam put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her onto her knees. Her body blocked the view of his cock but I could see her head moving back and forth slowly. This went on for a few minutes until he lifted her to her feet and turned off the water. They toweled dry quickly and Liam led her back to the bed. I got up, grabbed the blanket Liam had discarded and sat in the chair as Liam positioned Jill in the center of the bed. Rather than pushing himself into her, Liam began kissing her belly and thighs as she spread her legs open for him. His tongue danced around and teased her causing her to squirm before centering and tongue lashing her with long strokes. He used his hands to push her thighs back and began licking from her anus to her clit. Jill grabbed his head pulling him hard against her. As far as I know she had never had her ass played with but she was clearly enjoying it. Liam lifted up long enough to instruct her to play with her nipples which she did, and I caught her eye for a few moments but when Liam pushed a finger into her pussy she arched her back and I lost her again. Liam assaulted her pussy with his tongue and fingers until he pushed her over the edge. As she came, her hands went back to his head and she cried out loudly while her legs jerked in the air. One wave passed through which was followed by a second after that she began pulling on Liam. "Put it in me now! I need you!" she begged. Her language continued to surprise me but it was a huge turn on too. Liam obliged and raised himself over her then fell heavily down driving a deep moan from her. Like before, she was buried beneath his large body and I watched his big ass rise and fall as she cried out in joy. His cock in her seemed to extend her orgasm. "Oh it's so fucking good!" She suddenly exclaimed, again, her language being so out of character. "You tell him baby." Liam encouraged her not missing a beat, "She likes this big cock, Mike." "Don't stop. I might cum again," She panted. He had worked her pussy over so well that I could now hear it slurping with each stroke. "I'm not sure I can cum again right now Mike. You might need to take over," Liam announced after several more minutes. He took a couple more strokes then rolled off her falling on his back breathing hard. I immediately took his place and picked up where he left off but not filling her like he had. "I love you sweetie," she whispered into my ear. "Are you having fun?" I whispered back. "Yes, I feel so naughty but it's exciting," she answered quickly. "You are naughty," I replied. "Are you angry?" she answered, her body pulling back from me. "No baby, I like you naughty. I'm going to let him fuck you all he wants," I told her. "Okay if it's what you want." She gasped, "I'll do it." Liam had been quiet. Whether he couldn't hear, or chose to stay silent, I wasn't sure. I had just about forgotten about him when I felt his arm snake between Jill and me. Rising higher on my arms, I let him play with her breasts while I continued fucking her. First he just rubbed them but when he started pinching her nipples I could feel her pelvis jerk against me and her muscles tighten. "Nothing like sharing a beautiful woman," Liam announced. Next, he turned her head to him, and began kissing her while still plundering her nipples. "Let's change again," Liam suggested, with clear lust in his voice. I'm not sure why, but I went along with his suggestion and rolled off Jill with Liam right behind me taking my place. Jill didn't say a word and accepted him back into her with a deep moan. Liam got into his rhythm quickly and this time seemed to have more of a purpose. Jill's legs wrapped around him and her hands gripped his shoulders. "Pinch her nipples like I was doing. I want to feel her squeezing," he said to me. I moved up into position and started pinching them lightly and then harder as her moans got louder. "Oh yeah, good feeling isn't it Mike," he said, and I knew his big cock was getting squeezed. Jill was letting out continuous gasps and whimpers as her pussy and nipples were assaulted, and looking closely I caught her looking at Liam with passion on her face. "It feels so good!" she exclaimed. "I'm going to cum soon," Liam grunted. "Do you want his cum baby?" I asked Jill, so completely aroused that I couldn't help myself. "Yes, yes, I want it," she answered, without hesitation. Less than ten strokes later Liam came inside her with a roar, pounding so hard against her I thought he might break the bed. "Take it, take it all," he forced from his mouth. "Yes, I can feel it," Jill gasped, with her eyes closed tightly. Liam's remained on top of her with his body rigid and his breathing labored. When he finally flopped to her side, I looked down to see her pussy completely wet and still gaping open from his big cock. It was frightening and arousing at the same time. Had he launched his semen directly into her cervix? Was she right now being impregnated? Jill made no move to cover up until she saw me staring, and then pulled enough of the blanket from underneath Liam to hide from the waist down. Liam thrashed about the bed until he was partly covered too. I went to the chair and wrapped the blanket around me and digested what was happening some more while looking at the lovers as they rested. Jill and Liam fucked four more times until we were finally dug out a day and a half later. Liam was insatiable; I suppose realizing that getting a woman as beautiful as Jill at his age was a rare gift. Although Jill became sore from the constant sex, she never denied him, and put on her own wanton display of lust urging him with her words, using her mouth aggressively and receiving his seed inside her each time. I stayed the voyeur which seemed fine to them as neither challenged it or encouraged my participation. Within an hour of the door being cleared, Liam was gone, stopping only long enough to give Jill a deep kiss while he held her nude body against him. The following day the roads had been cleared enough for us to head south. It was a week before Jill's body recovered enough that she was ready for any sex. Amazingly, Jill didn't get pregnant and six months later we were married. We never really talked about those few days. Each time we tried the conversation would get stilted and difficult quickly. Before long, we had moved on with our lives and it seemed to be forgotten although, sometimes when we make love and her eyes are closed I wonder what she is thinking. Snowed In College Town My friends told me that I was lucky living in a college town. I never saw it that way. I guess they figured that with all the young pretty college girls running around, I could have my pick. Actually, even though I worked at a hotel bar near campus, I never saw very many college girls. They tended to go to the bars on the strip that offered better drink specials. I had been a bartender for about two years and made decent money. It paid my bills and left me with enough time to do school work as I finished up my graduate degree. One more year and I would be able to quit this job and find something more 9- 5 ish. The weekend was supposed to be pretty busy as there was a couple of sporting events on campus as well as lots of high school seniors taking tours. I was asked to work Friday and Saturday night as the hotel was booked and we were hoping to have a crowd. However, these plans changed due to a major snowstorm. Most of our reservations ended up canceling as the road were quickly becoming impassable. I was beginning to think that the weekend was going to be a bust when a large group of young women came into the hotel carrying large gym bags. It turned out that the women’s basketball game had been cancelled, but the visiting team had already arrived. As they could not make it back home, they stopped to see if they could get rooms at the hotel for the night. As we had a lot of cancellations the hotel was able to secure them rooms for the night. After getting their belongings to the rooms, the team came into to get something to eat. The weather prevented many of our staff form getting to work, so I was called upon to help serve our new guests. As I got a closer look, I was pleasantly surprised to find that there were some stunning looking women in this group. When I went to the bar to fill their drink orders, my mind raced with thoughts about how great it could be to be snowed in at a hotel with 15 beautiful, athletic women. Yeah right, whom was I kidding? They probably wouldn’t give me the time of day, let alone invite me back to their rooms. After a leisurely meal, I was cleaning up the bar area when two of the girls came up to the bar. We started talking casually when one asked me what there was to do in this hotel for fun. I mentioned the pool and game room, but it became clear that they were looking for something more. As I was closing down soon, I mentioned that I had access to the coolers and could meet them in their room when I closed with some drinks. They thought this was a great idea. They told me their room number as they left the bar. I still could not believe that anything was going and figured that they just were looking to score some beer. I was wrong. I wheeled a cart full of ice-cold beer bottles to their room around 10:00. The door swung open and I was cheerfully ushered inside. When I got inside, I found several girls lying on one of the beds watching a porno movie on the TV. Four other girls were playing cards. I sat down at the card game after everyone got a beer. All of the girls were wearing shorts and t-shirts, as they hadn’t packed to spend the night. After we had each downed one beer and were starting on another, everyone turned to watch the movie on the TV. The girls were talking about whether or not the girl on the screen was faking it or if she was truly enjoying the pounding she was taking from the stud. This led to a discussion from most of the girls about sex, faking orgasms, and fantasies. I was quietly listening to the conversation and trying not to show my arousal when I was asked what I thought. I told them that I thought that if the guy was good, then the women wouldn’t have to fake it. They asked me about fantasies and without thinking I blurted out that being in a room with a bunch of beautiful women was great. One of the girls came toward me and asked me if I wanted to fuck her. Before I could answer she had stripped off her t-shirt and exposed her breasts. She grabbed my head and brought my face to her chest. I quickly sucked at her nipples. The room was then filled with the sounds of clothes being stripped off and I found myself surrounded by naked women. The sounds from the TV continued to inspire us as I kissed licked and sucked at every breast and nipple I could reach. Soon, I felt hands removing my clothes and soon felt a pair of lips sliding up and down my cock. Shorts quickly found their way to the floor as a mini orgy broke out on the two beds. I was laid down in the middle of one bed surrounded by naked horny women. I did my best to not leave anyone out as I grabbed at as much flesh as I could. The mouth at my cock was quickly replaced by a hot wet pussy as one girl slid down my hardness. Another girl sat on my face so that I could tongue her pussy. I didn’t have time to think about how great this was as I felt hands and lips all over my body. The girls switched positions and a new girl rode my cock as got to tongue a very wet shaved pussy. After licking one girl to orgasm, she slid off my face and I could see the other bed for the first time. On it, two girls were in a 69 position eating each other’s pussy. The sights and sounds quickly helped me to the edge and I moaned out that I was cumming. The girl on my cock quickly got off and she and another girl started licking my cock clean. I came all over their faces as they shared my cock back and forth. Another pussy soon covered my face as I felt those two tongues working on my cock. I don’t think I ever lost my hard on and then I felt another tight pussy slowly engulf my cock. This went on for hours and was the most intensely pleasurable experience of my life. I don’t remember when we finished fucking that night, but when we woke up naked and tangled on the bed, I knew I had not been dreaming. I’m not sure if I had actually fucked each of the girls, but I doubt if I could have gotten hard again if I had wanted to. I quietly made my way around the room trying to find my clothes. As I looked over the two beds full of naked women, I wished that I had a camera so that I could have evidence of this. I knew that the mental picture would be forever etched into my brain. I decided to take one of their girls t-shirts as a souvenir. Every time I see that shirt in my drawer, I smile and remember the greatest night in my life. Snowed In Three months. The realization hit Alexis like a ton of bricks as she saw the date on the calendar on her computer screen. Three months since her 9th wedding anniversary, the last time she and her husband Matt had made love. No wonder the tingles of her normal state of arousal had built into full blown, almost carnal, craving for sex. Masturbating with her vibrator provided some relief for a brief time, but there was nothing that could replace the deeply satisfying feeling of being with Matt as he made her erupt with pleasure. The same thoughts that had haunted her over the past months rose again in Alexis' mind as she swiveled in her home office chair to look out the window at the falling snow outside. "Why doesn't he want to have sex? Is he not attracted to me anymore? Is it something I did, or didn't do? Is something wrong with him that he's not telling me? Is he cheating? Is watching porn and masturbating just less work than sex with me? Is he bored?" she thought, the questions barreling through her brain for what seemed like the millionth time. But, as always, she had no answers. Only the confusion, hurt, and loneliness that plagued her when she allowed herself to think about it all. Despite her trying to initiate sex with Matt on many occasions over the past months, he was never in the mood. The rejection had taken its toll on her. Alexis felt the all too familiar tightness in her chest that always preceded tears forming in her eyes. "No," she thought, mentally shaking herself. "I'm not going to let myself feel like this anymore. It's too much. I've got to talk to Matt. We've got to fix this. I can't go on this way." Alexis noticed the snow falling in larger flakes outside the window and that it was really starting to come down hard. She rose from the chair to go to her office window and was surprised to see that the few inches of snow that had been on the ground a few hours ago was now over a foot. The weather forecast was right for once. "Snowmageddon", as the local news were calling the snow storm, was officially upon them. The weather person was predicting 2 to 3 feet of snow over the next 24 hours and it looked to Alexis like they were going to get every bit of that. Alexis' thoughts turned back to Matt, who was at the grocery store getting last minute supplies to get them through for a few days in case the weather was too bad to get to the store. She appreciated his thoughtfulness in volunteering to go as he didn't want her to drive or be out in the cold weather. He was such a wonderful husband in so many ways. All she wanted to do was show him just how much she loved him in the most special ways she knew. She just didn't understand why Matt didn't want to receive it. Knowing a hot shower would relax her and help her feel better, Alexis made her way to the bathroom and turned on the water to get hot while she undressed. As she slipped under the hot stream of water and let it wash over her, in her highly aroused state she couldn't help but think of the times she and Matt had made love in the shower years ago. As Alexis washed herself she imagined that it was Matt's strong yet gentle hands feeling her silky skin covering her supple, toned muscles. As she relaxed under the hot water she began to feel the light tingles of arousal that had spread over her as Matt's hands washed her body. The tingles quickly turned to strong electric-like pulses as he had kissed her deeply while his slippery soapy hands caressed her breasts, teased her nipples, and made their way down her stomach to her very wet pussy. Alexis steadied herself by leaning against the wall of the shower, but it only made her remember the intense sensation of the cold tile against her back as Matt pressed his hot, muscled body tight against her and slowly inserted two fingers of his right hand into her pussy and stroked her G-spot while his thumb massaged her sensitive clit. Alexis closed her eyes and could feel the slippery smooth skin of Matt's hard, thick cock in her right hand while she stroked him. She could hear Matt's voice in her ear, husky with need, telling her "Come for me baby." She could feel Matt's strong left arm encircling her waist, holding her up as she let herself go. Her left arm around his neck and her legs trying to support herself but failing as her powerful orgasm overtook her. Alexis recalled recovering from her orgasm and wordlessly looking deep into Matt's emerald green eyes and holding his gaze as she began stroking his cock again and dropped to her knees in front of him. She remembered the feeling of the warm soothing water running over her as she slowly stroked his rock hard shaft and opened her mouth to let her tongue tip make slow, teasing circles around the head of his cock. Alexis had loved the pleasure reflected in Matt's eyes as she let her tongue wiggle lightly on his frenulum. Matt's hands had gathered Alexis' shoulder length wavy blond hair back from her face and held it gently on the back of her head, his silent signal he loved watching her pleasure him. Alexis pulled her eyes away from Matt's so she could see to hold his balls in her left hand and gently but firmly tug them as her silky lips slid over his dark red cock head. She remembered hearing Matt's low moan and feeling how his cock stiffened even more in her mouth as she slid it in slowly as far as she could while circling it with her tongue. She heard Matt's sharp intake of air and felt his body start to quiver, so she pressed her middle finger into his taint and increased the suction of her mouth on his cock while slowly pulling up and pushing back down his shaft. She felt Matt's body shaking and his balls tense in her hand as she heard him say breathlessly "Oh God... yes," just before tasting his warm, slightly salty cum as it spurted into her mouth and she let it slide down her throat. Alexis' fingers were just starting to rub her pulsing clit when the sound of the back door of the house closing reached her ears over the noise of the shower and it brought her back to reality. "Matt's home," Alexis thought with relief that he was home safe but also anxiety over how to talk to him about their lack of sex. Her hardened nipples, slight aching in her abdomen from her engorged G-spot, and wetness trickling out of her pussy and dampening her inner thighs only drove her determination to rekindle the passionate lovemaking they had once shared. Alexis shut off the water and grabbed a pink towel hanging on the towel rack to dry off. Wrapping and tucking the towel around her body, her sizable breasts holding it up, she went downstairs to the kitchen to help Matt unload the groceries. As she entered the kitchen Matt paused unpacking and Alexis felt more than saw his beautiful green eyes glide over her body briefly. She went over to him to welcome him home with a hug and kiss. "Glad you're home safe sweetie. Thanks for braving the storm," she said, noticing his attention had been drawn to her full breasts. The cold wet snow on his jacket and chill that remained on him from being outside, as well as the wonderful feeling of Matt's warm smooth lips on hers, had made her shiver and her nipples grow even harder and become visible underneath the towel. "No problem sexy girl. Looking good," Matt answered in his baritone voice as his smiling eyes met her gaze and he reached behind her to lightly pinch her round, firm butt cheek through the towel. Alexis' heart warmed with his compliments and playfulness. A grin spread across her dark pink lips that also lit up her blue eyes. "Maybe I'm in luck and he's in the mood to take this further," Alexis thought to herself. Her hand went behind Matt to lightly run over his ass through his jeans, loving the feeling of his muscular butt through the denim. "You're looking good yourself sweetie," she said. And did he ever. Alexis had been attracted to his thick, wavy dark brown hair, handsome face, intensely green eyes, charming smile, and toned body since the first time she saw him 15 years ago playing billiards with his friends at a bar. While there were now touches of grey in his chestnut hair, and a few laugh lines had developed on his face, they only endeared him to her more. Alexis pressed herself against Matt and used her hand to press his butt and make his groin grind against her as she stood on her toes and leaned in to gently and sensuously kiss him. Briefly and softly at first, letting her nose nuzzle his and gazing deeply into Matt's eyes between pressing her lips to his, each time holding her kiss a bit longer than the last. While Matt responded with a tentative smile in between kisses and kissed her back, she saw hesitancy in his eyes and felt him tense up a bit. Just as Alexis was about to ask him what was wrong, Matt backed away from her and averted his eyes, going back to unpacking groceries, saying "We've got to get this stuff in the freezer before it melts." The hurt of her rejected advances, confusion over why if he thought she was so sexy that he didn't want her and physical frustration of her prolonged arousal bubbled up rapidly inside Alexis, quickly turning to anger. She felt like a pressure cooker ready to explode. Instead of being able to push down the feelings as she usually did, this time they burst out of her. "For God's sake, Matt!" she exclaimed, exasperated. "Forget putting the food away, and for once don't pull away from me! Do you know how long it's been since we've made love? Three months – our anniversary! And it had been two months since we'd made love before that. Is sex being relegated to only special occasions now?" she shouted. Alexis realized the venom in her sarcasm as the hurtful words left her mouth but it was too late to take them back. Matt stood shocked, his face frozen for a moment before his eyes narrowed, brow furled and lips frowned as he shouted back defensively, "What's wrong with you? All you ever think about is sex! No, I hadn't realized it's been three months since we've been together but I'm not counting days like you obviously are. Thanks for throwing my inadequacy in my face!" Alexis felt every bit of the intended sting of his words, but it only fueled her anger as tears started to roll down her face. "That's not fair! I've never thought you were inadequate and I don't just think about sex! It's not just about physical needs! I miss the emotional connection with each other that only making love can bring!" she retorted, angrily trying to defend and explain herself through her tears. As if the universe was trying to punctuate her words, at that moment a loud CRACK and crashing noises could be heard from outside as a large limb on the big old willow tree in their yard, weakened by the heavy snow and blowing winds, broke off and fell on the power lines supplying their house. They were instantly plunged into darkness. The thick tension of their argument still hanging in the air, Alexis heard Matt exclaim "Shit!" in frustration and then the sounds of him fumbling around and opening the kitchen drawer that held a flashlight that he eventually found and turned on. The beam of light made it possible to see enough to make their way to the kitchen window for Matt to shine the flashlight outside to survey the damage. "Looks like we're okay," Matt said softly in the dim light a couple of minutes later as they saw they weren't in danger. Alexis shivered in her damp towel as the room started to grow chilly from the loss of power to the furnace. Her need to get some warm clothes on gave her an excuse to take some time alone and pull herself together. "I'm going to get some clothes on," she said, glancing at Matt's profile but he didn't look at her, his eyes focused on the tree limb and whirling snow barely visible in the darkness outside. "Here, take the flashlight," Matt said brusquely, offering it to her still without looking at her. "No. I know my way well enough to get to the bedroom," she replied defiantly, not wanting help from him. Alexis slowly made her way across the kitchen into the darkened hall and even darker staircase leading upstairs. As carefully as she crept up the stairs, about two-thirds of the way up her foot slipped and her shin slammed into the edge of a step as she caught herself from falling. "OW! Damn it!" Alexis cursed loudly from the physical pain shooting through her leg and emotional pain and frustration still flooding through her. As she fumbled around to sit on the stairs while one hand rubbed her shin, trying in vain to soothe the throbbing, it was as though the dam that had held back her emotional hurt broke loose and she collapsed into sobs. "Alexis! Are you okay baby?" she heard Matt's concerned, urgent voice say over the blood rushing in her ears and heaving gasping breaths of her sobs as his figure appeared in her blurry sight through her flowing tears and dim light of the flashlight he held. Alexis felt him squeeze next to her to sit on the step, quickly putting down the flashlight and holding her with his left arm to comfort her while his right hand went to her hand on her leg to gently remove it so he could see if she was injured. "Are you okay baby?" Matt repeated his words with more urgency, needing to hear Alexis speak and fearing she was really hurt by the way she was reacting. Alexis took a couple of long, slow breaths and calmed herself enough to say quietly, "I slipped. My shin is killing me but it's not broken. I can move it." She demonstrated by moving her leg under his hand as he gently pressed and felt a swollen bump growing but no broken bones. "But no, I'm not okay," Alexis' voice breaking as her tears started to fall again. "I haven't been okay for quite a while. Not being able to make love with you, your rejection of me, has been slowly killing me inside. I've really been hurting, but just didn't know how to tell you. Everything just built up. I'm sorry for what I said and how I said it, but I'm not sorry that I said it. Please, whatever is holding you back, just tell me. I just want to know why you don't want me," the words rushing out of her like a flash flood through a canyon, tumbling over each other. A few moments of silence passed that seemed like an eternity to Alexis as Matt hugged her tighter to him and took a deep breath before softly saying "I'm sorry sweetie. I had no idea you were hurting so much. I've never not wanted you..." Alexis, regaining her composure, wanted to interject but felt he had more to say so waited patiently for him to find the words. Matt eventually continued, his voice barely above a whisper, "But I guess... lately... I've felt like I can't... like I don't... satisfy you as much." Alexis put her hand on Matt's cheek so he would look at her and softly told him "But I've never felt unsatisfied." Alexis saw pain and vulnerability in Matt's face that she had rarely seen in him as he carefully considered his reply. Coaxing him, she said soothingly "It's okay baby. I love you. You can tell me anything." Matt paused for a few more moments before saying quietly "I want to make love with you, but I know I can't last as long as I once could. I can't... I can't stand the thought of being less of a man in your eyes. I guess it just... it just hurts too much." Alexis had noticed that their lovemaking sessions weren't as long as they once were, but Matt always ensured she had one or multiple orgasms even if it wasn't always during intercourse. It had never occurred to her that he was bothered by it. Alexis looked directly into Matt's eyes and told him "I've never felt that you're less than you once were. If anything you're more of a man now than you've ever been." She could see the relief in Matt's eyes before they wordlessly fell into a long embrace, feeling the need to just hold each other. After awhile Alexis whispered in Matt's ear "I wish you had told me how you felt. I think I know of some things we can try together to help us both enjoy each other even more. But only if you want to." Matt pulled back from their hug, looked at her quizzically and asked hesitantly, "What kinds of things?" Alexis was a bit anxious but felt it was now or never to suggest ideas that she had wanted to try but had been too embarrassed to bring up. "Like you using my vibrator on me. Trying things that make it easier for you to hold out and for me to orgasm. Those kinds of things..." she trailed off, searching Matt's face for a positive or negative reaction. The smile that appeared on his lips and traveled to his dark green eyes first reassured Alexis he wasn't upset, and she was thrilled when Matt replied with a small chuckle, "Can we start now?" While her leg still hurt a bit, the pain was forgotten as Alexis cupped his face with her hands, silently grinning and nodding her head yes while leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. As she pulled back Matt reached for the flashlight, handing it to Alexis as he got up from the step and, much to her delight, reached down to scoop Alexis up in his arms. She giggled as she shone the light for them as Matt carried her up the remaining steps and down the hallway to their bedroom, gently placing her on the bed. As Alexis turned to set the flashlight facing up on the nightstand so they had a bit of light to see, the pink towel around her came upwrapped, exposing her nude body. She instinctively reached to grab the towel and put it back around her, but Matt gently stopped her hand. She faced him and her heart skipped a beat as she saw a look of adoration and desire on his face she hadn't seen in a long time. "You are so beautiful baby, inside and out," Matt murmured."I'm sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise." A rush of relief and love for Matt welled up inside Alexis and she smiled her forgiveness at him and moved over on the bed so he could lie down with her. She tossed the towel onto the floor as Matt quickly removed his clothes and let their naked bodies entwine with each other as he joined her on the bed. Alexis felt safe, loved and incredibly aroused as they held each other and exchanged slow, sensuous kisses and let their hands gently explore the other. Alexis adored Matt's strong hands tenderly sliding over her luscious curves as she felt his warm, soft skin and firm muscles pressed against her. She loved his musky, manly smell mixed with his cologne that enveloped her senses. She heard Matt's sigh and felt it against her lips as he kissed her when she slid her hands slowly over his rough patch of hair covering his toned chest, up his neck, and onto his head to run them through his hair and massage his scalp. Alexis felt strong pulses of pleasure course through her as Matt's hands lightly caressed her breasts, her nipples tingling, growing firm and extended. She felt a trickle of wetness in her pussy and moaned as the pulses increased in intensity as Matt lifted her left breast and teased her nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his warm, welcoming mouth. Alexis gently pushed his head against her, urging him to gently nibble and softly bite the bud of her nipple in between flicking it with his tongue tip. A small gasp of pleasure escaped her mouth as she felt electric-like sensations travel to her G-spot and the wetness between her legs increase. As much as she wanted to touch and stroke Matt's cock to full hardness, she didn't want to move too fast so instead took one hand from Matt's head and moved it to his inner thighs to slowly run her fingertips up and down them, just barely avoiding his balls. She felt Matt's thighs quiver a bit and his body tense for a second, hearing and feeling him murmur "Mmmm..." against her breast and relishing his body's response to her touch. As much as she loved the attention Matt was paying her breasts, she felt she wanted more and gently eased his head away from her so she could disengage from him and get her vibrator from her bedside table drawer. Snowed In She placed the small egg shaped vibrator in Matt's hands and demonstrated how to use the attached remote control with a slider button to increase the intensity of the vibrations from low to maximum. Matt's eyes widened in surprise as she took it to the highest level and he grinned at her, saying, "Wow. I think we're going to have fun with this." Alexis grinned back at him, repositioning herself on her back next to Matt, handing him the controller and took his right hand that held the vibrator and placed it on her stomach. Chuckling softly, she said "We can go slowly until you get the hang of it." Matt turned on the vibrator to a low setting and Alexis began to guide his hand slowly over her body, letting herself get used to the vibrations while the slight tickling sensation made every nerve ending come alive. Alexis looked into Matt's eyes and saw a mix of awe and lust as he watched her squirm slightly and muscles twitching as her arousal grew. She felt his wonderful cock steadily growing harder against her right hip. She felt compelled to touch him and slid her hand down Matt's side and around his cock to cup his balls and gently roll them in her hand and massage them. She loved the feeling of their weight and the soft trimmed hair in her hand as she deftly tugged on his balls just enough for him to feel pressure in between massaging that slowly coaxed his erection. Alexis guided Matt's hand with the vibrator to her left breast and made small circles over it, and as they reached her nipple Matt turned up the vibrations to medium speed. It forced a gasp and moan from her lips and her eyelids fluttered closed for a few moments. She let go of Matt's hand to let him tease her nipples and quivered with the strong pleasurable tingling shooting through her and making her pussy crave attention. "You've always been a fast learner," Alexis complimented him in a shaky voice, her brain having a hard time forming words. The sexy grin Alexis loved to see appeared on Matt's face before he leaned down to kiss her, letting his soft lips drag lightly over hers and gently easing his tongue against her lips, silently asking for permission to enter her mouth. Alexis felt swept away with the sensations and couldn't have helped parting her lips and meeting his tongue with hers if she tried. Continuing to kiss deeply, Alexis felt Matt move the vibrator slowly down her stomach and around her pussy to her inner thighs, using his hand to gently guide her to open her legs a bit. Pulling back from their kiss, Alexis felt herself sink deeper into the blissful abyss of pleasure as Matt moved his mouth to her right nipple and gently sucked and nibbled it as he slowly let the vibrator roam over her thighs and the sensitive creases between her pussy and legs. Alexis felt Matt's cock twitch against her side and looking down at his swollen red cock head with a bead of pre-cum forming on it, she felt the strong urge to have him inside her but had an idea. She put her hand on Matt's and gently removed the vibrator from her so she could roll on top of him and straddle him, her moist, hot pussy on his lower abdomen just above his rock hard cock. She moved his hand and the vibrator to her pussy lips, moaning as the vibrations slightly stimulated her clit. She used her other hand to open her pussy lips with her fingers, biting her lower lip and closing her eyes as her head lolled back with the powerful jolts of pleasure flooding through her as the vibe met her clit directly. Alexis' head came forward and she hazily gazed into Matt's emerald eyes as he caressed her breasts and tweaked her nipples with his free hand. He smiled mischievously at her as he paused his ministration of her breasts to increase the vibration speed and her entire body started to shake slightly. All other thoughts were driven from Alexis' mind as all she could focus on were the intensely pleasurable sensations taking her over. She felt her pussy grow hotter and her juices flowing onto Matt's stomach, sliding back and forth as she unconsciously started to pump her hips to grind against him. Feeling the slow burn of her orgasm start to build, Alexis pushed herself up on her knees and reached back between her legs, hearing Matt groan with pleasure as she grasped his thick cock and positioned her pussy over it. She slowly slid herself onto him, thoroughly relishing every moment of the amazing feeling of Matt's cock filling and stretching her pussy inch by inch while she watched his face contort with his own pleasure of feeling her surround him. "God I've missed you," Alexis whispered breathlessly as she leaned forward to kiss Matt, needing to feel his lips and tongue on hers. As their lips parted, Alexis glowed inside with delight as Matt looked deeply into her sky blue eyes and replied huskily, "Me too honey. My favorite place in the world is inside you." Alexis gently took Matt's left hand and placed it on her lower abdomen, pressing the heel of his palm firmly against her. "Ohhh..." escaped her lips as the intensity of the pressure on her engorged G-spot increased, making the incredible feeling of his hard cock stroking her even more powerful. Alexis felt like she was floating, her mind entirely captivated by her rapidly building orgasm. She cried out as Matt briefly removed his hand from her abdomen to slide the vibrator control to its maximum speed before putting his hand back with even firmer pressure. Alexis' hands went to her breasts, kneading them and sliding her thumb and forefinger around her nipples to gently rub, tug, and twist them a bit, adding to the electric pulses shooting to her pussy. Her quivering body shifted to violently shaking as the combined stimulation overtook her senses. Her mind was no longer in full control of her body, allowing herself to succumb to her pleasure. "Feels so good... please don't stop," Alexis gasped out, her eyes closing, arching her back and head rolling back. Her mind focused entirely on the waves of hot burning pleasure building up inside her like a volcano. Everything in her straining to find the sweet release she desperately craved. She heard Matt's voice whisper "Let go baby. Just let it come," and felt her glorious peak envelop her. The overwhelming orgasm engulfed her, radiating out over and over from her pussy through her entire body. She was incapable of doing anything but allowing the mind blowing sensations to overtake her as she erupted. Every muscle of her body convulsed over and over as the tension coiled up in them for so long released their powerful energy. She looked down at Matt and seeing the need to orgasm on his strained face, Alexis reached behind her with her right hand to firmly pull Matt's swollen balls and press her middle finger against his taint. A couple of moments later she heard him grunt and felt his hard cock stroke the depths of her pussy as he repeatedly heaved himself into her. Matt uttered a long, guttural moan as his muscles tensed, back and neck arched and he froze for several moments as he came with an intensity Alexis felt as loads of his warm cum shot into and filled her pussy. As she felt Matt begin to relax Alexis removed her hand from his testicles and nudged Matt's hand to remove the vibrator from her clit, feeling her very sensitive bud continue to tingle and pulse after it was gone. Slumping against Matt's body, Alexis felt her heart was going to come out of her chest and felt Matt's very rapid heartbeat against her breasts as they tried to catch their breath. She heard the buzzing of the vibrator cease as Matt turned it off. Alexis wanted to remain just as they were, never wanting Matt's cock nestled so perfectly inside of her to be removed. Her sensitive pussy walls contracting involuntarily around him, little aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through her every now and then. His warm, strong hands stroking her back and hair so tenderly, making her feel cared for. She felt Matt move under her, and although everything in her wanted to remain where she was, she wanted to kiss him and leaned back to find he wanted the same. His cock gently slipped out of her as Matt wordlessly cupped her face with his hands, hazily looking in her eyes adoringly, and pressed his lips to hers tenderly. A surge of love for Matt flowed through Alexis and she closed her eyes and returned his sensuous kiss. As they pulled apart, Alexis heard the fierce winds outside blowing against the house and she smiled broadly as she looked at her loving husband in the dim light, saying "I never thought I'd be grateful for a snow storm. But I am." "So am I," Matt said softly, snuggling her nude body tighter against him. "Now that we're snowed in, I guess we'll have to find some ways to entertain ourselves," he said, a wicked grin appearing on his lips along with a mischievous glint in his emerald eyes. "I just so happen to have some other toys in my drawer. Great for some adult entertainment," Alexis replied with her own sly grin. "Sounds perfect. Just like you," Matt softly told her. The incredible feeling of being loved and desired by her husband fell over Alexis like the warm blankets of the bed Matt was pulling over them before starting round two of their playtime. Snowed In This story is quite long, but if you're a true fan of horror, you have to give it a full read. Mild incest is included. * "Are you sure you guys don't want me to come with you?" I asked. My mother shook her head as she hurriedly pulled on her long black jacket and wrapped her scarf around her neck. "Chris, I know you must be worried about your grandma, but we need you to stay here at the house," she told me. "The weather is getting really bad out there and Paul said that Jamie is on her way here. I don't want her here by herself tonight." I nodded and glanced out the frosted window by the front door. I could barely see anything at all, except of course for the whirling flakes of snow and the thick white blanket that covered the front yard. The wind all but howled on the other side of the window, and though I was warm inside of my parent's house, I shivered and crossed my arms. "Do they have her at the hospital yet?" I asked. My mother glanced up at me as she bent to pull on her winter boots. "Uh... your Aunt Carol said that they had her in the ambulance when she called. She should be there when we arrive, I hope." "Jamie's almost here." I turned to see my stepfather Paul walking toward us quickly, slipping his cell phone in his pocket and adjusting his glasses. He reached for his coat on the coat hanger and turned to look at me. "You're gonna be here, right Chris?" "Yeah, I'm staying back." "Is she okay, Paul?" My mom asked him. He nodded and buttoned his coat. "She's driving about ten miles an hour but she's already off the highway, so it shouldn't be long." Mom sighed and shook her head. "Gosh, I hope she makes it here okay. We don't need her hurt, too." "She's a good driver, hon," Paul assured her with a small grin. "She's my daughter remember?" My mother gathered up her purse, tossing her phone inside and frantically pulling the strap up and over her shoulder. She looked at me with worried eyes. "Listen," she started, "call me if you need anything at all. Your sister will be here in a few, so be sure to let her in." "I know, Mom," I said. "I mean it, Chris, listen for the door," she said. "Oh, and there's plenty to eat, so you guys help yourselves." "Okay, Mom." "And... and call us if you need us... and..." "They'll be fine, honey they're big kids now," Paul interrupted as he ushered her to the door. "We need to get going before it gets any worse out there." The door opened and instantly a chilling gust of snowy wind rushed into the house. "We'll call you when we can, Chris," my mother said. "I love you." "Love you, too," I told her. "You guys drive careful." She headed outside into the snow as Paul glanced at me once more. "You got my number, right bud?" "I got it," I replied. With a nod, my stepfather pulled the door closed behind him. I watched he and my mother hurry to his truck and climb inside. As they backed out of the driveway and headed slowly down the street, I marveled at the intensity of the storm outside. I was no stranger to snow, but I had never seen it come down so hard. The road was starting to disappear, and I knew that the ride to the hospital would have my mother on edge. She had always been that way, especially when something bad happened. I knew she was probably a nervous wreck tonight. The storm would only make it worse. I was a bit worried myself, watching the furious flurries as they whizzed past outside. Paul had four wheel drive though, and I knew he was a pretty good driver. I turned from the window and made my way into the living room, where I flopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote for the TV. The lights in the house flickered once briefly. I hoped the power stayed on. I couldn't handle being bored and freezing. I surfed the channels for a while, realizing that there was nothing worth watching. I glanced around my parent's house. I hadn't been here since I was in high school, and a brief sense of nostalgia swept over me. Mom had put up her giant Christmas tree again. The mantle above the fireplace was still adorned with our family's stockings, including the one I had made when I was eight years old. I shook my head and smiled. Some things never changed. My eyes traced the decorative garland that ran from the bottom of the railing at the stairs to the second floor. Craning my neck upward, I was aware again of how huge this house was. My mother and I had moved into this house with Paul and his daughter when I was a sophomore in high school. I'd always liked Paul because he was nice to my mom and was a pretty cool dude. Of course, it helped that he was pretty loaded. Moving into this place had seemed like moving into a mansion to me. It was pretty old, but Paul had spent quite a bit of money on renovations before we all moved in together. I checked the clock on my phone. It was a little after eight, and judging by the howling I heard, the storm was still raging outside. Looking up, my eyes were drawn to the stocking next to mine on the mantle. Jamie's name was drawn across the top in glittery pink gel. I started to wonder about her. Her flight had been delayed earlier, and she still had quite a long drive to our parents' house. I was lucky that Mom had convinced me to fly home a few days earlier, or I would be stuck driving in this mess just like Jamie. I hadn't seen my stepsister in a while, probably since last Christmas. We had never been extremely close. It had been a little weird for us when our parents had married. We were both in high school at the time, and she was a full year younger than I was. She was always busy with soccer or hanging out with her friends. The two of us simply never had time to connect back then, though we were still polite with each other. I saw the flash of headlights shine through the window. I rose from the couch and headed to the front door. Peering through the snow, I could make out the shape of Jamie's car pulling up in the driveway. I suddenly grew nervous and excited at the same time. From the moment I laid eyes on my stepsister I had a crush on her. Never had I mentioned this to anyone for fear that my parents would find out. I felt wrong for feeling the way I did about Jamie, but I just couldn't help myself. After all, we had only been siblings for a few years. Jamie climbed from her car, fetched her luggage from the trunk, and headed up the concrete sidewalk that led to the porch. She looked like an Eskimo, bundled from head to toe in warming layers. I smiled to myself. Before she made it to the porch, I pulled open the door and went out into the cold to meet her. "Hey!" I called to her. "Lemme get your stuff!" Her hooded head nodded, and I fetched both of her bags from her hands and carried them into the house. As the door shut behind us, I set Jamie's bags down and turned to face her. She was already pulling off her coat and hanging it on the hook by the door. Her blond hair fell across her shoulders as she rubbed her arms and shivered. "Holy crap, dude," Jamie said. "What is wrong with the weather?" "I know," I said. "This is like the worst storm I've ever seen." "Dad and Pam already leave?" I nodded. "Like, basically just before you got here." "Is your grandma okay?" She asked as she slipped off her furry boots. "I dunno yet. Aunt Carol thinks she's just bruised up, but Mom said she'd call and let us know." Jamie bent down to set her boots by the door. My eyes were drawn to her round ass, and I caught a glimpse of her red thong as her sweater slipped up her back. I averted my eyes when she stood. She gave me a look over and smiled. Her arms spread and she wrapped me in a gentle hug. "It's good to see you again, big bro," she said. I could feel her breasts pressing into me lightly through her thick red sweater. Her cold blond hair smelled sweet and rich. "You too," I said. "It's been awhile." We released each other and I helped her carry her luggage up the stairs to her room. Ascending the stairs behind her, I had a really nice view of her twisting ass in her skin tight blue jean pants. As she shoved open the door, she laughed. "Wow, they just can't move on yet, huh?" "My room's exactly the way I left it, too," I laughed. "Minus the video games and soda cans." Jamie gave me a grin. "Maybe they think we're gonna fail after college and come running back home." "Nuh-uh," I said. "I'm failing first and turning your room into a man cave when I come back." She chuckled and tossed her bags onto her bed. I stood awkwardly at the threshold to her room. I stared at the completely tidy space for a few minutes. I hadn't been in this room for a long time. Not since last Christmas when Jamie had left out to head back to school and I spent a night snooping through her panty drawers and closets. The thought made me nervous now that she was here. "Hey, I think I'm gonna take a shower and change clothes," Jamie said. "I gotta wash all the travel off of me." "Cool," I replied with a dry mouth. "Uh, I'm just gonna be downstairs. Mom said there's plenty to eat if you get hungry." "Alright," she nodded. Before I turned and walked away, I gave her body another look. She was average height for a girl, very curvy, and had an amazing ass. I couldn't count the times I had seen her in just gym shorts and a T-shirt. Her ass looked so perfect and amazing that it almost hurt to look at. I shook my head and walked on before she could turn around and catch me staring at her. I decided that I would change into more comfortable clothes as well. I headed into my old room and unzipped my bag. I dropped my jeans to the floor and selected a pair of insulated jogging pants, which was my usual lounging attire in the colder months. I ducked my head under my arms and checked for odor. I decided to leave my tight fitting T-shirt on, for I wanted my slender and toned upper body on display for Jamie. I smiled at how rediculous I was being. She probably wouldn't ever look at me that way. I heard running water as Jamie turned on the shower. The thought of her naked in the other room made my dick throb in my pants. I took a breath and headed for the door. As I walked from my room, I glanced briefly at the extra bedroom at the end of the hall before turning toward the stairs. I froze. Quickly, I did a double take, staring back at the darkness of the spare room. Though there was little light to see into the room from where I was, I thought I had seen someone standing there at first glance. As I peered into the dark, I now saw nothing. I could hear the shower still running in the bathroom. Surely, Jamie was in there by now. I swallowed and slowly made my way toward the vacant room. When I reached the doorway, I reached in and flipped on the light switch. Looking around the now illuminated room, I saw no one. The spare bed was neatly made, and the furnishings had started to collect dust. I glanced toward the closet door to find that it was pulled shut. I shook my head and flipped off the lights. I remembered how this house had spooked me when we had first moved here. After all, it was an older house with a lot of growing pains. I used to always hear odd sounds and feel a cold draft here and there. Heading for the stairs, I passed the bathroom and noticed that Jamie had not closed the door entirely. I stopped and a jolt of excitement shot into my chest. I stood there for what seemed like minutes, wondering if I had the guts to peek inside the door. In my head, I imagined the sight I might see. Maybe Jamie wasn't even in the shower yet. Maybe she was standing naked in the bathroom going about some random task of self grooming. My mouth became dry as my jaw hung open. I licked my lips and stared at the door knob intently. My hand inched forward and I stopped breathing. I let out a sigh and pulled my hand back. I had to stop thinking like this. If Jamie caught me trying to peek in at her she would surely freak. I could only imagine how awkward it would be afterward being the only two in the house. I steeled myself and headed downstairs. I had to find a way to pull my mind out of the gutter. **** I pulled open the door to the bathroom and stepped out into the hall with a towel wrapped tightly around my body. I shivered as I left the misty warmth of the bathroom. The door to Chris's room stood open, and I quietly eased over to peek inside. The room was dark and I didn't see Chris inside. My heart sank a tiny bit. It would have driven him nuts to see me wearing only a towel. I glanced over at the far end of the hall in the direction of the stairs. I could hear the TV downstairs, and I knew that's where he probably would be. Just to make sure, I snuck over to the railing that overlooked the living room below. Peering over, I spotted Chris lounging on our parents' huge sectional couch and drinking a soda. I had a sudden wild urge to take off my towel and toss it down on his head, so that he would look up and see me naked at the top of the stairs. I imagined what his face would look like if I did. Chuckling at the crazy idea, I turned and headed for my bedroom. As I entered, I closed the door behind me, but only so much. I left it cracked open about three or four inches. I remembered how that used to drive Chris absolutely bat shit when we lived here, and nowadays it had become somewhat of a habit. I dropped the towel to the floor, not bothering to dry my still slick skin any further. I loved the feeling of the cool air on my naked flesh. Unzipping my luggage, I stood for a moment wondering what I should wear. It had to be close to nine o'clock by now, so I knew I'd have to pick something to sleep in. Back at the dorm, I would probably just wear a small pair of shorts and nothing else, but I obviously couldn't do that now if I was going downstairs. I dug through my luggage for a few minutes. I smiled when I found a pair of long sweat pants that I liked. I knew someone else would like them, too. I slipped into them and quickly sorted through a few t-shirts and selected one that was plain and white. I put it on and pulled it down over my breasts, knowing that they would be a teasing display for my brother. The clothes practically clung to my damp skin tightly. Reaching down, I snatched up the towel and dried my hair as best I could. My blond hair hung in wet strings around my shoulders. Tossing the towel aside, I grabbed my cell phone and headed for the door. I stepped out into the hallway and glanced over at Chris's open door. A thousand evil thoughts ran through my head. I wondered what he would do if I left a pair of panties on his pillow, or left them hanging on his doorknob. I snickered quietly to myself, wondering what kind of cruel bitch I was. I had enjoyed toying with my brother ever since our parents had moved us in together. He had always been a quiet and shy kind of guy. He was cute enough for any girl, though I knew his insides turned to jelly when he spoke to one, especially if she was me. I used to enjoy teasing him when we were in school. I would wear the skimpiest little things around the house, because I loved the feel of his hungry eyes on me. The attention made me feel so wanted and attractive. Messing with Chris's head had become something of a hobby for me, and it still was apparently. A flash of movement caught my eye. I glanced quickly down the hall to the spare bedroom. Caught by surprise, I was frozen in fear and shock. I stared into the dark room and held my breath, listening for any sound at all. I was sure that I had seen something just inside the doorway. My mind was racing as my imagination began to conjure up all sorts of terrors that could make bumps in the night. A slow smile spread on my face. It had to be Chris. He had probably snuck up the stairs to spy on me. I made my way quietly to the guest bedroom, wondering how much of me he had seen. It thrilled me to know that he might have been watching me as I got dressed. Nearing the open door, I tried to think of how to mess with him if I caught him. I knew I could play it off like I always did and act like I had no idea. I loved to see my brother squirm under the pressure. Acting quickly, I reached in and flicked on the light switch. I walked straight in to the room and looked around, expecting to find Chris hiding beside the bed or in a corner. The room, however, was vacant except for the bed and the large vanity mirror against the wall. My eyes went to the closet door, which was pulled shut. I smirked and made my way to the door. I shoved it open and looked inside, only to find the space empty except for a few coat hangers. Perplexed, I shook my head and turned to leave the room. I flipped the lights off again and walked out into the hall, when suddenly an idea came to me. I glanced up at the ceiling and saw the attic door. Remembering something my dad had told me when he had first bought this old house, I giggled to myself. There was more than one way to have fun with Chris. I adjusted my breasts beneath my shirt and headed for the stairs. **** I took a sip from the soda can and continued to flip through the channels on the TV. With a loud sigh I tossed the remote aside, settling with an old eighties movie I had seen a million times. I checked my phone to see if my mom had called, and saw that I had no messages or missed calls. I heard footsteps, and turned to see Jamie making her way downstairs. As she reached the bottom and headed toward the couch, it was all I could do to keep my jaw from dropping open. Her blond hair was still a bit wet from her shower, and her body obviously was, too. She had chosen a white T-shirt that was only long enough to reach halfway down her flat stomach. Though it clung tightly to her skin in places, it hung loosely from her natural breasts, and I could almost plainly see her pink nipples through the thin fabric. The grey sweat pants she wore hugged her perfect ass and hips as though they had been painted onto her, even though they were baggy around her calves. I bit down hard on my tongue and turned my eyes quickly to the television, hoping that she didn't see me staring. Jamie appeared to be texting on her phone, however. She flopped down on the couch a few feet away from me, curling her legs beneath her. I was afforded a view of the shape of her incredible ass. "Dammit," she said. "I can't even get a text message to send." "Probably the storm," I suggested nervously. Her eyes shot up to the TV as she tossed her phone aside. "I take it there's nothing good on?" Jamie said. I cleared my throat. "Yeah, with good timing, when there's nothing to do." "Has your mom called?" I shook my head. "Well," she said, "I hope your grandma is okay. Who was driving?" "My aunt Carol. She just slid into a ditch, but I guess they hit pretty hard." Jamie chewed her lip quietly for a moment, staring at the flat screen on the wall. She then glanced at me and gave me a smile. I felt my skin growing hot. "So how are you liking it at college?" She asked. I swallowed the knot in my throat. "It's okay, I guess. Got my own apartment now." "I know, I heard!" Jamie said excitedly. "I'm so jealous. I gotta sleep with two other girls right now." My cock throbbed in my jogging pants at her last comment. I crossed my legs awkwardly and nodded. "It's pretty cool," I said. "It's nice to have your own private space." The wind howled loudly, rattling a few windows in the house. Jamie stared out one of the windows into the storm, a worried expression forming on her beautiful face. "I hope our parents are okay," she muttered distantly. "It's freaking bad out there." My eyes found the opportunity to catch a few glimpses at her naturally drooping breasts and her curvy ass. I licked my lips and took a sip of my soda. Jamie's head swiveled around and she reached for the can in my hand. Snowed In "Lemme have some," she requested. I glanced at the can in surprise. "Uh... yeah, s-sure." I watched as she brought the can to her lips and tried to remember if she had ever before drank after me. I certainly couldn't think of a time that she had. Again I eyed the two pink protrusions in her shirt. Her ample breasts wobbled freely every time she moved. I had to look away. My cock was already pumping stiff in my pants, and I didn't want her to catch me with a hard on. She handed the can back to me, and I almost gasped as our fingers brushed. Even from the slightest touch I could feel how soft her skin was. The lights began to flicker again, and this time they went dark for about a second. Jamie and I both froze before exchanging worried looks. "Oh, hell no, I do not want to be in the dark," Jamie told me. "Especially not in this house." I gave her a puzzled look. "Why? What's so bad about here?" "Well, you know," she rolled her eyes. "All the stuff that happened... it'd just be creepy." I studied her for a moment. "What are you talking about? What stuff?" Jamie's green eyes widened slightly. "You mean... Pam never told you?" "Told me what?" "Oh, man," Jamie chuckled. She got to her feet and headed around the stairs into the kitchen. My eyes were glued to her ass the entire way. Her grey sweats were wedged tightly between her cheeks and displayed the shape of her plump ass nicely. I absently rubbed at my crotch where my dick was still growing harder. I had to try to calm down. "You know my dad got this place pretty cheap, right?" She called to me from the kitchen. My brow furrowed. "Not really. I just thought you guys were loaded." I heard her laughing as she opened the refrigerator. "Well, yeah, I guess he is, but he bought the house really cheap. I was there when the guy told him why. It's kinda creepy." I could hear her pouring herself a drink and rustling around with aluminum foil. "Why was it so cheap?" I called to her. Jamie came around the corner holding a large glass of milk and half of a cookie. She finished chewing the half in her mouth before answering me. "It was on the market for a long time," she continued. "No one would buy it but my Dad after the previous owners." I smirked at her. "Why, did they die here or something?" I was hardly surprised when Jamie nodded. "Yeah, but like, viciously." "Wow, really?" "The guy that lived here murdered his wife. He's serving a life sentence." "Holy shit," I grinned. "That's freaky. Hey, where'd you get those?" Jamie balked for a second, then glanced down at the chocolate chip cookie in her hand. "Oh, this? Duh, your mom made them." She disappeared into the kitchen for a moment before returning to offer me two of the cookies. "They were in the fridge," Jamie told me. "You have to actually get off of the couch to find them, you know." I smiled and bit into one of the cookies. Though it was cold, it was filled with chocolate, and was very soft and chewy. I became aware that Jamie was standing really close to me. Her exposed midriff below her shirt was right in front of me. Looking lower, I could see the outline of her mound through her tight sweats. The glass of milk was suddenly in front of my face then as she offered it to me. I glanced up to see her smirking down at me. I wondered if she knew what I had been staring at. Taking the glass from her, I still found it odd that she was sharing the same drinks with me. She turned and walked slowly away toward the kitchen. Again my eyes found the outline of her ass cheeks. "Uh... s-so what happened?" I asked her. "Like, to the woman he murdered?" "It was pretty gross," Jamie said. "The realtor guy wouldn't tell us details, but I looked the murder up online. Supposedly, the husband caught her cheating or something. Classic story. I dunno if he walked in on her or not, but the police said that she was actually having an affair. Anyway, he went nuts on her. They found her all cut up and bloody, like, Black Dahlia style. Her mouth was all cut open and her privates were mutilated and stuff." I swallowed the cookie in my mouth hard. The image of a woman lying torn open didn't sit well with my stomach. I looked up at Jamie, whose eyes flashed excitedly. "But all that's not even the best part," she told me. "The husband pled innocent, right? He claimed he never touched her, but that something else killed her." "Something else?" I said perplexed. Jamie nodded. "They said this guy was acting all weird and crazy, like crying and talking about some really strange shit." "Like what?" I asked, enthralled by the story. "Like, he blamed his wife's murder on an animal or something like that." "An animal?" She shrugged. "They said he was rambling about some wild animal he flushed out of a cave around here. Said he used to find his dogs dead and that the deer around this area that he used to hunt had basically cleared out. Anyway, he said that whatever was doing all that got into his house and killed his wife when he was gone. The jury obviously didn't take his word for it." "Oh my god," I muttered. "That's crazy. Damn, Jamie, we lived her for two and a half years!" Jamie snickered at me. "Yeah, and you never knew." "Why didn't you tell me?" "I dunno, I figured Pam woulda said something," she shrugged. I shook my head. "Mom's never told me anything. I guess that's just like her though. Man, that shit is crazy." Jamie giggled. "That stuff used to scare the crap out of me when we lived here. I wished I never looked that stuff up about the murder, but you know how I loved scary movies and things like that." I nodded as I finished my last cookie, though honestly I had never known that Jamie had been interested in such things. I found myself wishing that I would have forged a stronger bond with her when we were young. Still, she acted now as though we had, and I enjoyed the interaction we were having at that moment. Jamie walked over and reached for the glass of milk in my hand. I gave it to her, feeling as giddy as a school boy that she thought enough of me to share the same glass. It warmed me inside to be this comfortable with her, though I knew she was probably only treating me this way because we were technically siblings. "What do you think happened?" Jamie asked me suddenly. Trying not to stare at her wonderful form in front of me, I gazed past her indifferently at the TV and shook my head. "I dunno," I replied. "I bet the guy did it, and that now he feels like shit so he won't fess up to it." Jamie walked into the kitchen after finishing the rest of the milk in the glass. She returned empty handed a moment later and took a seat right beside me on the couch. Her emerald eyes studied me curiously for a moment. "Do you ever wonder about stuff like that though? Like what if he really was telling the truth? What if there really was something else out there that got in and killed his wife?" I suddenly felt uncomfortable, for more than one reason. Jamie was sitting closer to me than she ever had, and I'd never felt more vulnerable in my life. I was conscious of everything at once, from how I appeared to her to how I smelled. I was unsure of what to do with myself. I found it hard to look her in the eye. On the other hand, it was not a pleasant thought at all that a woman had been savagely murdered in our parents home. It was even worse to suggest that what her husband had claimed was true, that some animal or some thing had broken in and killed her. I looked over at Jamie nervously. "How could that happen, though?" I said. "I mean, even if it was a bear or something like that, why would it just target that woman? Surely there would be like signs of damage or a break in or something." Jamie pondered that for a few seconds. As she stared off into thought, my eyes greedily wandered down her smooth neck and over her jutting chest. I felt hot and my breathing became shallow. "I remember reading that the husband claimed that it got in through the attic," Jamie added. "I just can't think of what could do that. A bird or a racoon, maybe, but they can't kill a grown woman." The feeling of warmth flushed away with her words and a cold chill slithered up my spine. I was suddenly drawn into memories of my teen years at this house. I had heard sounds, usually thumps or creaks from the ceiling of my room. Back then, I had passed these sounds off as the groans of an old house. Now, I had to admit I was a little disturbed by all that I had learned. "I used to hear things in my room, you know," Jamie told me. "Like bumps and scrapes and-" "Whoa!" I interrupted. "I was just thinking the same thing!" An excited grin formed on Jamie's lovely face. "Really? So you don't think I'm being a little girl about all this?" "No, I mean this stuff is sorta creepy." She nodded. "Dad used to tell me that I was just reading into it too much. Like I was just creeping myself out with it. He thought I was a nut." Jamie reached for her cell phone on the couch, looked at it, and tossed it down again with a laugh. "Wow, that doesn't make me feel any better," she said. "No service at all now. What a classic setup for us to get murdered, now." The two of us shared a laugh. I paused a moment before deciding to break a little more ground with her. "You know, I never really knew that you were into all this kind of stuff," I told her. "Really?" She bit her lip and thought for a moment. "Well, I guess we never really hung out much when we lived here. I kinda wish we had." I glanced at her nervously. "R-really? I mean... I figured you thought I was... like, a loser or something." Jamie laughed. "You were. I mean as far as anyone else was concerned. But that didn't really matter to me. I thought you were cool. I just figured you thought I was stuck up." I smiled and rubbed the back of my neck. "Uh... I kinda did." She laughed harder. The sound was so wonderful to my ears. I couldn't keep the muscles in my face from drawing up into a smile. I knew I must have been blushing as well. "So that explains everything then," Jamie said still laughing. "We just thought we hated each other." I laughed at the absurdity of it all as well. The two of us then shared an awkward silence for several seconds. "So are you seeing anyone, Chris?" I glanced over at her in shock. My mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. I wasn't even sure what I would say, though I knew the answer. Jamie saw the expression on my face and suddenly became aware of what implications her question must have carried. She put her hands up and her green eyes widened. "Oh, shit, no! I didn't mean... wow, um...." "It's... no, it's fine," I said sounding more skittish than I wanted. "Gosh, I'm sorry," Jamie cringed. "I... that came out wrong. Sudden subject change. My bad." We shared an awkward laugh as I shifted on the couch. I cleared my throat and blinked several times. "Uh, no," I answered. "No, I'm not seeing anyone. Uh... are you?" I immediately wanted to punch myself for asking her that. "No," Jamie replied. "I guess I just...." Her sentence trailed off as the entire house went dark and silent. For a few seconds we sat quietly in shock. "You gotta be kidding," I muttered. "Oh, man," I heard Jamie groan. "Oh, I do not like this." "We're gonna freeze now," I pointed out grimly. There was movement in the dark, and I realized that it was Jamie scooting closer to me. I felt her squeeze up beside my arm on the couch with her feet tucked under her. I almost recoiled from her wonderful touch, as though expecting to break her if we made contact. "Shit, Chris, what are we gonna do?" She whispered. I chuckled. "You don't have to talk like that because the lights went out." Jamie nudged me playfully. "Well," I thought aloud, "it's gonna get really freaking cold. We could find blankets upstairs to keep us warm." "Sounds good. I'd like to try to sleep this storm away anyway." Disappointment hit me like a knife in the chest. I had not tried to imply that I wanted to go to bed. In fact, I didn't care if Jamie and I stayed awake all night talking. It would seem a bit odd if I suggested we do so, however, especially if Jamie was actually tired. "Yeah," I told her, "me, too." **** I followed closely behind Chris as we made our way upstairs by the light provided by his cell phone. My hand was on his side as we navigated through the dark, and I knew it was probably driving him crazy. His waist was tight and slim, and I actually had to fight the urge to rub and grope his body. I grinned to myself in the dark. His face had practically melted when I mentioned going to sleep. During our conversation, he had tried to hide his hard on, but I could see it there the entire time. I had gotten so wrapped up talking to him that I'd slipped and asked him if he was single, like he was just another college flirt. Maybe it was for the better. He would undoubtedly squirm even more now whenever I spoke to him. Chris dug in the hall closet for two old but thick comforters and offered one to me. "Sweet," I said. "I can already feel it getting cold in here." Chris nodded and shifted uncomfortably. "Uh, yeah." "Has your mom called you?" He checked his phone. "If she has she's not getting through." "That sucks," I said. The two of us stood awkwardly in the hall for a second. I waited a bit longer to see if Chris would muster up the courage to say something. I distantly wondered if I had actually managed to scare him with my story. I had certainly spooked myself in trying, now that the power was out. After all, everything I'd told him was really true. When I first heard that a murder had occurred in the house that we were moving into, I thought it was awesome. However, knowing what had happened here made the house really eerie at night. I cursed myself silently for forgetting how uneasy I got when I was reminded of the story. I shouldn't have tried to scare Chris at all. I decided that maybe I should stop messing with him entirely. "Well, I guess we should try to get some sleep then, huh?" I said finally. "Yeah," Chris agreed. "Uh... if you need anything... just come get me, okay?" I gave him a smile. "Sure." Then, I moved in close to wrap my arm around him. He returned the hug in kind, and I could feel the tension in his body. "It's good to see you again, bro," I told him. "You, too," he said. His voice trailed off as if he was unsure whether or not to call me his sister. As we broke our embrace, we said goodnight and headed to our rooms. My bedroom was very dark, and I couldn't help but notice the abysmal black void under my bed. My imagination immediately began trying to create a plethora of terrible horrors that could be hiding there in that shadowy space, but I thrust those thoughts aside. I was a grown woman now. I pulled my bags from the bed and peeled back the sheets. I tossed the comforter onto the bed and shivered. It would actually be nice to get some sleep. I had been flying and driving all day. I licked my teeth and felt a cookie crumb. I couldn't stand my mouth feeling dirty. I used the light from my phone to search in my bags for my toothbrush and toothpaste and headed for the door. Just as I found my way into the hall, I heard a loud creaking sound. I stopped and glanced down the hall. I saw only shapes and silhouettes in the darkness. With my phone still in hand, I unlocked the screen and cast its light down the hall. Chris's door was closed tight, and I wondered to myself if he too had heard the loud creak. If he had, he didn't come out of his room to investigate. Turning the light to the extra room at the end of the hall, I saw nothing but more shadows within, dancing slowly from side to side as I moved the phone in my hand. The thought crossed my mind to enter the room and look around, but I decided against doing so. I realized then that I was holding my breath against the deafening silence. I exhaled slowly, suddenly a bit uncomfortable in my own skin in the dark hall. I swallowed and cast my light in the direction of the bathroom. The sight that I saw startled me so badly that my phone slipped from my hand to the carpet. A woman! No, that was impossible! I scrambled to my knees, searching in the dark for my cell phone. It had landed face down, and blackness now enveloped me. My eyes hadn't adjusted from the bright light of my phone, and I swept my hands frantically across the carpet. I glanced nervously up toward the bathroom door. As my eyes slowly adjusted, I could make out the silhouette of a person standing before the mirror. The person appeared to be reaching for the mirror for some reason. I couldn't be sure. Finally, I felt my phone a few feet away on the carpet and immediately cast it's light upon the bathroom door. I doubted the sight I beheld the very moment it happened before my eyes. It was only a glimpse, but I could make out the figure of a woman with long black hair before she disappeared behind the open door with a slow wobbling gait. I clapped my hand over my mouth to prevent a yelp from escaping. Shadows cast from the light of my phone twitched erratically in the bathroom as my hand trembled. I tried to discredit what I'd seen, but it was futile. I stood for several long minutes in the hallway, deafened by the beating of my heart in my ears. The woman, or whatever it was, had walked deeper into the bathroom. This, I certainly knew, was an impossibility. The bathroom was small, with only a sink, a toilet, and a tub inside. There was nowhere to go, and yet the figure had disappeared behind the open door. I suddenly worried that she, or it, was still there. I was terrified, but still I had to be sure. Slowly, my feet inched forward, carrying me toward the bathroom. Nearing the threshold, I felt a hard lump grow in my throat. I swallowed it back and stepped inside. In the light of my phone, I saw the sink and the toilet directly to my left. I peered into the tub past the open shower curtain, seeing no one within. My breath caught in my throat as my trembling hand reached for the doorknob. I pulled it back and cast my light behind, finding only the wall and a few dust bunnies on the floor. There was no person in the bathroom. I exhaled slowly, relieved but still shaking. I must have looked like an awful mess. Shining the cell phone at the mirror, I examined the frightened blonde I saw there. I couldn't help but smile at how spooked I looked, even if I really had seen something or someone in the bathroom. My green eyes wandered across my smooth face, and then dropped to admire my breasts where they filled the thin fabric of my shirt. My hand came up to my left breast, and I shifted my toothbrush and paste so that I could rub two fingers across my nipple. It was drawn up stiff, and I could see my other nipple tip poking hard at the little white t-shirt. I could see why Chris couldn't control his hard on earlier. I was about to decide against brushing my teeth in the dark bathroom when something in the mirror caught my eye. At first glance, I thought it was a reflection of something behind me. I shined the cell phone over the mirror and realized that there was something on the surface of the mirror itself. Peering closer and waving my phone from side to side, I made out the word drawn across the top; it read, "leave." I turned and quickly retreated into my bedroom. I closed the door completely and hurried to the bed, tossing my toothbrush and paste aside. Still trembling, I pulled the covers up to my head, clutching them in my fingers tightly. I rolled onto my side so that my back was to the door. For quite some time I laid wide eyed, staring into the dark of my room and trying to erase the image of the figure in the bathroom from my mind, as well as the dark sludge that was drawn across the top of the mirror. Snowed In Leave. There was no way to misinterpret the meaning of this lone word. Someone had been in the bathroom. Someone wanted us out of the house. It seemed too coincidental to believe this was happening the night I chose to tell the story to my brother, but it was happening. There was a woman in the house. I couldn't bear the words in my own head. There was a woman in the house. She was in the house. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping childishly that it would make everything better. I thought to call out to Chris, but I didn't want the embarrassment of telling him my fears. He would probably either thing I was trying to mess with him, or that I'd simply gotten really spooked by the story I'd told him and that I was seeing things. I fought with my dilemma for what seemed like an hour. Then, I heard the door to my room opening. The knob twisted and I practically felt the air being disturbed as the door swung in. I stopped breathing as my eyes shot open. I listened to the unbearable silence. My heart felt as though it had frozen in my chest, only belied by the thumping in my ears. I heard the scraping of a footstep on the carpet behind me. My lip quivered uncontrollably. I heard another footstep. Terrified as I was, I called out quietly to the intruder. "Chris?" There was no answer, only another footstep. I then heard a low rasping sound, like that of a person struggling to breathe. I felt vulnerable, and as terrified as I was, I had to look. I had to confirm either my fear or my hopes. I slowly rolled back, propped myself up on my elbow, and turned my head to face the intruder. In the dark, I saw the silhouette of a person, a woman. I was frozen in my bed, staring at the pale figure before me. Her black hair hung beside her head in tangles, and two glittering eyes peered out at me. They were not brightly shining eyes, but dark reflective orbs devoid of humanity. A tremendous shuddering bellowed within my body as I beheld her horrid inflictions. The story I told to Chris echoed in my mind as I stared at the dark masses of gore that split her jaw and her pelvic region. They were not blood red, but black and decayed, crusted and clotted. Still my brain pleaded with the messages my senses sent forth. I squeezed my eyes shut against a well of forming tears, pleading and praying that I was hallucinating, and that the terrible thing in my room was not truly there. I whimpered uncontrollably through sealed lips. I slowly lowered myself and laid my head on my pillow, clutching it tightly in my fists. I listened for my impending doom, for the shuffling of bare bluish feet and the rasping of labored breath. I opened my eyes and found that I was alone. **** I stared out of my only window into the flurries of snow, still amazed by the strength of the storm outside. The chill was sharper by the window, though I felt it growing colder all throughout my room. I knew it would feel great beneath the covers in my bed, but I wasn't at all tired. I considered grabbing a book that I had brought and using my cell phone for light to read a few chapters. Reading always made me drowsy. I didn't want to read about zombies right now, though, and not especially after knowing what had happened in my parents' house. I wanted to go into Jamie's room. I wanted to sit and talk with her, to look into her emerald green eyes and feel nervous and vulnerable again. It was no use hoping, though. If she knew what I really felt for her, she would think I was disgusting. She probably would not talk to me ever again. I certainly didn't want to risk that. I knew I was addicted to her. I'd never stop thinking about her. I sighed and crossed my room to my bed. Flinging the sheets and the old comforter back, I crawled inside and shivered. The bed was cold against my bare torso. I had always slept without a shirt, even in the winter months. I crossed my arms over my chest under the covers and stared at the ceiling. All I could see was blond hair, smooth skin, and sleek slender curves. I tried to blink away her image. I thought of my grandmother, wondering if she was alright. She hadn't reached a helpless age quite yet, and was the most resilient person I knew. She had taken her husband's death well, and had beat kidney cancer several years back. I hoped she wasn't hurt badly in the wreck. I reached over to my end table and checked my phone. I had no missed calls, and the time display showed that it was nearing eleven o'clock. With a sigh, I pulled the covers up to my shoulders. I shut my eyes and attempted to drift into sleep, though I knew it was useless. Again Jamie's image found its way into my head. She had really grown since I had last seen her a year before. She kept her blond hair long now, where before it had only reached her shoulders. Her breasts seemed full and larger now. I had a really great view of them downstairs. Her nipples were so visible in the thin white T-shirt she was wearing that she might as well have been topless. I realized suddenly that my hand was on my hardening dick in my jogging pants. My fingers wrapped around it and began to stroke slowly. I pictured how Jamie's ass had looked downstairs, with her tight sweats wedged in between her thick ass cheeks. It practically jiggled with her every step. I remembered seeing the outline of her tight mound in those sweats, mere inches from my eyes. My cock pumped in my hand and I stroked it a bit harder. My motions were restricted by my pants and I felt awkwardly. I glanced toward the door and listened for any sound. Surely Jamie was in bed by now. I thrust my hips upward and pulled them down my thighs. Using my feet, I kicked them off under the warm covers. My legs spread slightly and my hand closed around my cock again. With my other hand, I reached down and fondled my balls. I worked slowly, sliding my fist up and down my stiff dick. It jumped in my grip as I pictured Jamie in my head. I tried to imagine her naked, crawling on top of me, her face inches from mine. I wanted to feel her flesh pressing against mine, to feel her natural breasts smash against my chest. I would bask in the warmth of her pussy as it rubbed against my cock. I was growing warm under my covers. My cock was becoming slightly sweaty, which only helped to lubricate it in my grip. I slid my hand along my shaft faster now as I imagined the feeling of Jamie's pussy enveloping my dick. I wondered how she preferred to fuck. Would she grind into me slowly and deeply, or would she hold nothing back and ride me roughly? Either way, it mattered little to me. Both thoughts made my cock strain harder. I felt the pleasant burn of an orgasm forming inside of me. My breathing became heavier. My balls rolled in my fingers. I thrust my hips instinctively with my every stroke. There was a shuffling sound suddenly. I stopped and listened, my eyes snapping open. I held my breath and glanced in the direction of my bedroom door. There was only silence for several seconds. Then, there came the sound of scraping, but not from the door or the hallway. I turned my eyes to the ceiling. No, it couldn't have been from above. That would mean the sound had originated in the attic. I cursed silently in my head, remembering the nights when I lived in this house, and the sounds I used to hear when I went to bed. I had thought I was long past all of that. I waited for several minutes, listening for any other sounds from above. Thoughts of the story Jamie told me crept into my head. I couldn't help wondering if there was something up there, some horrible creature that had been watching me for years. I thought of the man who had been accused of murdering his wife. Jamie told me that the woman had been mutilated, her jaw broken somehow and her crotch torn open. Why would a man do such a thing to his own wife? Could it truly have been the work of some unknown horror? I wondered how the man must feel if he was truly innocent, with his wife brutally killed, finding out she was cheating, and now having to serve out a life sentence. I felt awkward thinking of such things while lying naked with my semi erect cock in my hand. Shaking my head, I decided that the sounds in the attic could have been anything. Perhaps it was a possum or a raccoon that had found a way inside. I could only wonder what such an animal could be tearing up or eating in the attic. I waved the thoughts off and tried to focus again on my fantasy of Jamie. Closing my eyes, I started to slowly stroke my cock, thinking of my stepsister and her amazing body. It didn't take long before my dick was throbbing hard. Images spun from my memory once more of her full round breasts in her thin white shirt, wobbling freely with her every move. Again I felt the pleasant sting of an orgasm. The door to my room swung open suddenly. I jerked my hands away from my crotch just as Jamie hurried into the room. She still wore her shirt and sweats. Her arms were crossed over her breasts as she huddled a few feet away from my bed. She was obviously cold. "Chris?" She hissed. "You awake?" I leaned up in my bed and rubbed my eyes, feigning weariness. "What's up?" Jamie glanced behind her to the open door. She eased over and pushed it shut quietly. I grew nervous and excited just wondering why she would be in my room this time of night. Those emotions faded as I saw the look on her face. She bit her lip and rubbed her arms. "Um... c-could I just... like, hang out in here w-with you for a while?" She whispered. I was dumbfounded. "Uh, yeah... sure. Why what's up?" Jamie walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. Her eyes darted from the door to the floor repeatedly. She put her hands together and stuck them between her legs. She turned a nervous glance on me. "I... I just... I've been, like, hearing stuff," she stammered. "Coming from the attic?" I blurted. "What? N-no. I mean, I dunno." She shivered and scooted closer to me on the bed. "This is sort of embarrassing but...." "What is it?" I prodded. Her green eyes found mine. Right then, I knew what was happening. I could see the fear written plainly on her face. "I'm kind of getting freaked out," she told me. "Was it what we were talking about earlier?" I asked politely. "About the murder and stuff?" "It's everything. It's dark and cold, and I'm seeing shit, and I know I'm not freaking crazy." A cold feeling of fear twisted in my chest. "What do you mean... you saw something?" She nodded. "What was it?" "I... I dunno... it sounds stupid," Jamie said. "I thought I saw someone in the bathroom, and then in my room." The hairs on my neck rose. For just a second, I wondered if Jamie was messing with me. Judging by her behavior though, she was either a great actor or genuinely terrified. "I just... I don't wanna be alone right now, okay?" She shifted uncomfortably on the bed and shivered. "That's fine," I assured her. She gave me an uneasy grin. "Thanks, Chris." We sat in silence for a few seconds, and I kept seeing her body shake. "Do you want a blanket?" I asked her. "It's just going to get colder in here." She shrugged. "I-I kinda wanna lay down. Do you care if I get under beside you?" Instantly, my heart turned flips in my chest. I was about to tell Jamie she could climb into bed with me, something I had dreamed of for a long time, when a sudden realization came to me. I was naked! Panic seized me then, and I searched for the proper response to turn her down. "Uh, I... you could have one of my covers and lay on top of the sheets," I suggested nervously. "That way, you know, it wouldn't be weird for you." Jamie stood and circled the bed to the other side quickly. "Please, Chris," she said with a small grin, "I'm your sister, dude, I'm not gonna get freaky on you or anything. I'll keep to my side of the bed." There was nothing I could do. I almost fainted when she pulled the sheets back to crawl into the bed. To my relief, the covers did not pull down far enough to reveal my hardening dick. Jamie laid down and shivered one last time. She did not seem bothered that I was not wearing a shirt, but I had a feeling that if she knew I was naked she wouldn't be making herself as comfortable as she was now. "Wow, your bed is already pretty good and warm," she noted. I swallowed hard, for I knew how I had gotten the bed all toasty. "Yeah, uh, I've been laying down for awhile," I said. I was in somewhat of a horrible situation. I didn't want to imagine how my sister would react if she found out I was nude beside her. Of course I could hope it would turn out the way it would in one of my fantasies, but I knew that was unrealistic. Jamie would freak out, and probably think of me as some sort of pervert. At the same time, it also felt exhilarating that I was lying naked in my bed next to my sister. In fact, a small part of me actually hoped that Jamie, would discover that I was nude. I wrestled with my emotions as the two of us laid in silence. "Chris?" Jamie whispered. "Yeah?" "You, uh... you don't care if I sleep in here tonight, do you?" I turned to look at Jamie's pretty face in the dark. I was overjoyed, though I made sure to hide it well. "Sure," I replied. "The more the merrier." She sighed. "Thanks." "Are you really that freaked out?" Jamie laid in silence for a few seconds. "I don't really wanna talk about it." "Okay." I could feel the warmth of her body radiating beneath the covers. I wanted nothing more than to slide up closer to her, to wrap my arm over her. My cock had initially went limp when she had burst into my room, but it now throbbed straight and stiff. I was so close to Jamie. She was lying in the bed next to me. A thousand fantasties swarmed in my head, but I had no idea how to proceed assuming I did find the courage to make a move. My hand slipped down across my stomach subconsciously, and again my fingers found my cock. I gripped my dick in my hand and squeezed it tightly. It felt so hard and full of blood that I thought it might shoot off of my body. At that very moment, I heard another sound coming from the direction of my door. It was very distinct and unique, though I couldn't quite tell what was making the noise. I strained and listened. It sounded metallic, though it wasn't a scrape or loud banging, but rather a reverberating creak. Then, I remembered where I had heard such a noise. Only the attic door made such a distinct groan, as the springs stretched and expanded. At once I grew nervous, and everything that Jamie had said came rushing back to me. I had been so smitten with her that the full weight of her words had not hit me. She said that she had seen someone. The two of us were in my room, and yet somehow the attic door was opening, or at least that was how it sounded. I listened, but the subtle noise had ceased. My eyes were glued to the door. I tried my best to watch the brass knob in the dark, waiting to see it turn. I felt movement behind me as Jamie adjusted in the bed. I shot a glance back at her. If she had heard the sound, she did not show it. I had definitely heard it, and I was certain that no racoon or any other such animal had the ability to open the attic door. Something was going on outside the room. Jamie shifted beside me again, this time sitting partially up in the bed. "What the hell is this?" Jamie hissed. I glanced at her puzzled. "What's what?" "How many sheets do you have? I think one's tangled up around my feet." She shoved her arms far under the covers and dug toward the foot of the bed. I was vexed, wondering what she could have found. Then my skin flushed warm as I remembered what was down there. I had kicked off my pants under the covers. Jamie had found them. I started to say something or reach for her, to try anything to stop her, but I just couldn't. Frozen and unsure of how to act, I watched as Jamie pulled my black jogging pants from under the sheets. At first, she simply stared at them, apparently not finding anything strange with discovering clothes in my bed. Then, I saw the flash of recognition in her eyes, and she glanced over at me with a slightly shocked expression on her face. "Weren't you... wearing these downstairs?" Jamie asked. I saw no reason to lie and make things worse. "Yeah." Her eyes darted over to my covered lower body and my bare chest. I couldn't judge by her expression whether she was disgusted, amused, or intrigued. My throat was suddenly dry and I swallowed the lump that swelled within. Jamie shifted to face me on the bed. "So...are you naked then?" I scratched the back of my neck nervously, averting my eyes from her beautiful emerald gaze. "Uh, yeah," I admitted. Her eyebrows raised a bit. "That's kinda how I sleep," I lied. Jamie glanced from my eyes to the covers. I braced myself for her reaction. She looked at me, and to my surprise, she wore a smirk. "And you let me get into bed with you like that?" She asked, still smiling. "No, uh, well... you're kinda persistent, you know." As she studied me, my heart was thundering in my chest, and I had trouble breathing. Though the covers were pulled up to my waist, I'd never felt more naked in my life. It didn't help that my dick was throbbing and becoming hard. I could literally feel the blood pumping into my cock with every beat of my fluttering heart. I was simultaneously nervous and excited, and I could only guess what Jamie was feeling. "I never knew that you slept naked," she grinned slyly. Thinking fast, I replied, "Well, you've never slept with me before." Jamie's eyes widened a bit at my retort, and I realized then how that must have sounded. Her expression was now one of amusement. Her green eyes shifted to the covers on my legs. "So, do you always sleep with a hard on, too?" She smirked. I glanced to see the covers pushed upward by my hard cock beneath. Instantly I felt myself blushing. I opened my mouth to reply, but all I managed to do was stutter unintelligibly. Jamie snickered and reached for the covers. She flung them off of me, exposing my naked body to the chill in the room. Nothing was hidden now. My dick nodded at my waist, stiff and fully erect. I looked at Jamie, whose eyes pored over my crotch as she bit her lip. She looked at me and gave me a look I had never received from her. She seemed to be contemplating something, but I could see lust deep in her eyes. I was petrified, unable to move or speak under the scrutiny of my gorgeous sister. My dick never stopped throbbing, never turned the slightest bit limp. Jamie snickered again, shifted to her hands and knees, and began to crawl toward me. Her long blond hair hung beside her smooth face, but wasn't enough to shield my eyes from her breasts hanging down in her white shirt. They wobbled freely beneath the thin fabric, and from where I was I could see down the low neckline into her natural cleavage as she crawled. Her face hovered over mine then, and I thought my heart might seize in my chest. I had only but dreamed of being this close to Jamie's face, and my dreams had done her no justice. From here, I could see every beautiful curve of her cheeks as she grinned down at me. I had never before noticed the tiny beauty mark above her lip, that was almost the same shade as her skin. Her bright green eyes almost appeared icy blue in the dim light of the bedroom, and were enough to make my lip tremble with excitement. "Why is your dick hard, Chris?" I licked my dry lips. "I-I dunno. Probably b-because you're in the bed with me." Jamie's hand was suddenly around my cock. It slid up and down my shaft gingerly, feeling every bit of my stiff erection. Her cool hand was a contrast to my warm dick, and the sensation of someone else touching me there was instantly refreshing. Jamie's smile grew when she saw me react to her touch. Snowed In There is another storm headed our way and bringing with it an estimated thirty-six inches of new snow. It is expected the hit this area by five o'clock tonight. Stay inside and keep warm. For those of you traveling, if you can't make it to your destination by five, please find a hotel or at least have traction-- Lana Prescott nosed her Chevy Silverado into the slanted parking slot and shut off the heavy engine, opening the door and cutting off the severe weather warning that came across her radio. She had heard the same warning just minutes ago and decided that she needed to quickly head into town to pick up a few items at the local country store, her pantry was stocked and if she got snowed in again this year she didn't want to run out of coffee. Even though her cabin had electricity thanks to her trusty heavy duty generator, there was always that chance of it dying on her and she didn't have enough oil for her lanterns, either. She had lived in southern Montana her entire life so she was used to the harsh winters but this was another winter alone without her husband and he had always taken care of those things, she just had to make sure that they had three hot meals a day. She had kept herself occupied during the day ever since his death, it was the nights that were lonely and even though she could have her choice of any able bodied man she wanted; she just didn't want any of the ranchers around town. She had thought about moving, but she stayed, she loved her teaching job and she just couldn't leave all of her students behind. She pulled up the faux fur trimmed hood of her raspberry colored parka, tugging her gloves on a little tighter before she grabbed her purse, sliding out of the high-standing truck. She shut the door just as a cold gust of wind hit her from behind and she felt her nipples instantly tighten under her heavy layer of clothing. She trudged through the heavily packed snow in her sheepskin lined boots, stepping up on the salted sidewalk, smiling at another woman that walked by her on the sidewalk, bundled up in her heavy winter clothing, just her red face visible under her own faux fur lined hood. She stomped the snow from her boots on the mat just outside the door of the store before pushing open the heavy carved wood door. She pushed her hood from her head and grabbed a hand basket from the holder and started down the first aisle. She ignored the stare from the man in his late fifties behind the checkout counter, he had been unsuccessfully chasing after her ever since he heard that her husband had passed away, not that he had tried chasing after her while her husband was still alive, along with every other man in town. She was thirty, tall and curvaceous, standing 5'9" and weighing 150 pounds with natural 34Cs that she usually kept hidden behind bulky sweaters in the winter and blouses in the summer, making her turn the head of every man in town when she walked by whether or not they were with their wives. Her mixed heritage, Blackfoot Indian and Northern European, had yielded her long black hair, deep green eyes, high cheekbones, and pale skin, a rare combination in this part of the state that had every man staring at her. She ignored all of them, she was still mourning her husband, and as she placed three bottles of oil in her basket, she ignored the stare of the man on the other side of the store and the one further down the aisle that pretended to read the back of a jar of spaghetti sauce. She grabbed a large can of coffee; some matches from the next aisle, several cans of soup and some peanut butter before she grabbed three paperback books that were known for their explicit content that always had her panties soaking and her longing for her husband. She sat her basket down on the counter and waited for the man to ring her up, waited for the inappropriate comments that were to come along with her purchases. The old man behind the counter smiled at her even though his eyes were lingering on her chest rather than on her face. He hated the winter months, all the women wore bulky coats to hide their figures and Lana had the most impressive figure of all the women in town. "You're looking fine as always, Mrs. Prescott. Do you need someone to keep you warm in that cold cabin of yours?" he asked as he started ringing up her items. She looked far from fine. Her bulky coat hid her figure, her flannel lined jeans were far from flattering and her clunky boots did not even evoke the thoughts of fucking. "No, I do not," Lana answered, tight lipped. Even though the man had come knocking on her door one night with the excuse to make sure she was doing okay when a storm knocked out the power, he quickly backed off when he came nose to business end with her .308 Winchester hunting rifle. She knew how to use the rifle, her husband made sure of that and also that every man in town knew it, too. If she could see anything in the crosshairs, it was dead. So, to keep from going to the hospital with a bullet wound, the men just ogled and made passes at her whenever she was in town. "Why read these books, Lana, when I can do to you things that can't even be printed on these pages," he said as he put her purchases in a paper bag, his eyes focused on the curve of her breasts hidden under the bulky coat. "Now, Mr. Winters, what if your wife heard you talking to me like that? She'd hit you up the side of your head with her dildo since you can't even get your dick hard enough to do anything with it," Lana said with a snide smile. The man that had been reading the spaghetti sauce jar was now standing behind her, laughing. Mr. Winters face turned beet red and he quickly stopped his lewd comments. "That'll be twenty-eight fifty-two, Mrs. Prescott." Lana handed him two twenties. That shut the old man up. She had heard some of the ladies in town talking at the local diner about their husband's skills or lack thereof in the bedroom, how some of them had to resort to other methods when their spouses couldn't perform their husbandly duties, exchanging the addresses of the on-line sites that had the largest selections of dildos and vibrators. And Mrs. Winters was one of them. "Thank you. And you have Merry Christmas, Mr. Winters." She gathered up her purchases and pulled up her hood, heading back outside. The storm was approaching faster than they predicted, huge white flakes were starting to swirl down around her and stick to her coat and cling to her face. She sat her bag on the seat and climbed up in the still-warm cab, starting up her truck and backing out of the slot. She turned on the wipers to sweep away the thick flakes as they clung to the glass, her visibility becoming less and less as the storm raged on. She drove the ten miles to her cabin as fast as she dared, pushed a button on the dash that turned on the four-wheel drive, and turned up her steep driveway that took her to the top of the mountain, the snow crunching under the heavy weight of the truck. Luckily the snow was compacted enough over the rocky driveway, the tires gaining and keeping traction as she climbed the hill to the three-room log cabin with attached carport. She nosed the truck under the protected cover made out of sturdy logs and shut off the engine. She grabbed her bags and headed inside her cabin, slamming the door behind her to keep the cold wind at bay. The roaring fire she had built in the fireplace was still going strong, keeping the spacious main room toasty warm and she unzipped her parka, hanging it up on the hook beside the door. She unlaced and toed off her boots, padding across the knotty pine wood floor in fuzzy pink socks to the tiny kitchen, setting her bags down on the counter. She put everything away, made a pot of coffee and opened up a can of soup, heating it up on the stove. She sat down at the small table next to the window, sipping her tomato soup out of an oversized mug, staring out through the inch thick paned glass at the snowy mountainside and the huge flakes that swirled down even faster, sticking to the cold glass. The sky was starting to turn gray as the storm quickly approached blizzard conditions and she was glad she had made it home in time, she hated to be stuck outside in weather like this even if it was just a quick trip to the store. She let out a long breath as she stared at the far corner where her Christmas tree usually sat, now just an oversized log chair sat there. She hadn't bothered putting up a tree; it only brought up painful memories. It sucked to have your husband die on what was supposed to be the happiest day of the year. Now she just hated the holiday and everything that went along with it. She didn't know how she was going to make it thought the long winter break, but then that was why she had her erotic books and her dildo. She went over to the open fireplace and put on two more logs, replacing the screen in front of the crackling fire. On cold nights like this she liked to sleep on the couch in front of the fire instead of in the bedroom, and even more so now that her husband was gone. After finishing her soup, Lana went into the bedroom, pulling her bulky cable knit sweater over her head as she went, tossing it down on the foot of her bed, her long sleeved silk undershirt quickly following. She unfastened her jeans and wiggled the flannel lined denim down over the curves of her hips and rounded ass. She reached behind her back and unhooked the clasp on her red push-up bra, pulling it from her shoulders and watching in the mirror over her dresser as the large globes of her breasts were finally free, appreciating their size and shape. They were still as perky as they had been when she was eighteen. The large orbs were round and firm and curved perfectly up from her ribcage. Her coral colored areolas were as big as silver dollars and puckered from the cool air in the bedroom and her spice drop nipples were extremely hard and jutting out a half inch from the middle of her pale breasts. She turned to the side, admiring her breasts, they had always been her best asset besides her ass, loving the way the heavy globes turned up without sagging and her hard nipples jutted straight out from the peaks like two tiny cocks. She reached up and cupped her breasts in her hands, hefting them up from her chest and tugging and pinching on her nipples till they stood out even further from her breasts and ached to be sucked. It had been way too long since her nipples had felt a man's mouth, too long since her pussy had been filled with a man's cock. She let go of them and slid her hands down her torso, over her smooth belly to the curve of her hips, hooking her fingers under the band that encircled her hips, slowly easing her red hip hugging panties down the length of her legs, exposing her smooth vulva to the chill of the room. She looked at her naked body in the mirror, seeing exactly why every man wanted her, why her husband made sure she was sexually satisfied so she wouldn't have a reason to stray. He had wanted her all to his self and she didn't blame him. She had curves but she didn't have the extra weight that went along with them like all the other women in town, long toned legs that could hold on tight even when the sex got rough, large breasts with nipples that begged to be plucked and pulled as they bounced and swayed especially while she was bouncing up and down on a swollen cock with her tight, slick pussy. She reached down and touched her freshly shaved vulva, her husband liked it smooth and she just continued to keep it that way in hopes--in hopes that he would come back from the dead and fuck her because no man around here was ever going to do that. She slid her fingers along the slick lips of her labia, parting herself to push her finger into her damp cunt, wishing that it could be filled with a rock-hard, throbbing cock again and not the lifeless rubber dildo she had to use to satisfy her urges. She hadn't had a cock in so long; she had to wonder if she even remembered what a real one looked like. Oh, well. It was going to be another long, cold winter. "Why did you have to leave me, Brian? I miss you so much." She felt the chill of the room prickle her skin and she grabbed her red flannel pajamas from the foot of the bed and pulled them on, wrapping her plush white robe around her body and belting it tightly, instantly feeling the warmth. She pulled her hair back from her face and secured it in a loose ponytail at her nape. She went over to the bed, reached under the flannel encased pillow where her husband use to rest his head and wrapped her fingers around the inch thick warm rubber six-inch long dildo her husband had left on her pillow when he got called out for an emergency on Christmas Eve, the card attached telling her to scream his name when she came. She hugged the last thing her husband had given her to her chest and padded out into the main room in her stocking feet and curled up on the end of the pine log couch, covering up with the heavy patchwork quilt. She picked up her erotic story book, slipped the dildo under the blanket and turned to page one. She was only on the fifth page when she heard a heavy thud against her front door. + + + + + + + + + + There is another storm headed our way and bringing with it an estimated thirty-six inches of new snow. It is expected the hit this area by five o'clock tonight. Stay inside and keep warm. For those of you traveling, if you can't make it to your destination by five, please find a hotel or at least have traction devices-- "No shit, dick face," Duke McCabe said as he reached over, shutting off the damn radio. There was already three feet of snow accumulated on the ground with a two foot high bank of dirty, gravely snow along the edge of the road and it had been snowing ever since he crossed the Idaho/Montana border, adding several more inches of the white shit. And by the looks of things, there was no end in sight. Mother Nature was a bitch. All he wanted to do was get home to Butte, Montana by Christmas to surprise his friends and family and it looked like he wasn't even going to be able to make it to Dillon in this storm. The flakes were getting bigger and bigger, swirling down around him at an increasing rate of speed as he tried to maneuver the car down what he hoped was the road, the headlights bouncing off what was visible of the reflectors that marked the side of the road and the cement barricade that divided the interstate. He should have just stayed the hell home where the sun was shining and bikini clad women were lying on the beach tempting his rigorous military training with their taut, oiled bodies glistening in the sun. He had enlisted in the Navy when he was eighteen, was selected for SEAL training when he was twenty and had been doing black-op missions ever since. The Navy had never issued him a wife to go along with his dog tags and he figured it was best if he just stayed single, and now that he was pushing thirty, he was beginning to wonder if that had been a wise decision on his part. He had passed on liberty several times and finally after being away for eleven years, he decided it was time to finally go home. His flight out of San Diego had been grounded in Pocatello due to the severe winter storm and he had to get a rental to drive the rest of the way, despite what the woman behind the Avis desk was saying about the storm. To make matters worse, they didn't have an SUV or sedan available that could accommodate his 6'5" 245 pound frame and she told him it would be best if he just got a hotel for the night. To keep from arguing with the lady, Duke just let her have it. "Now listen here lady. I have navigated through sandstorms, been dropped into freezing oceans, and left to die in the jungles of South America, I think I can handle driving in a fuckin' snowstorm. I have to get home before Christmas. Now just give me the damn car and I'll be out of your hair." Now he regretted getting that hotel room for the night. He had been cramped inside the compact car for the past eight hours; the only time he got to stretch his legs was when he stopped for gas. The interstate was turning into an isolated stretch of snow covered asphalt without another car in sight. The headlights of the car barely illuminated the green road signs along the side of the road, marking the next exit and letting him know where the hell he was at. The storm was getting worse and if he didn't get off the road and to shelter soon, he was going to be stranded with only a half a tank of gas and what was left of his cup of coffee and cold hamburger. Duke rolled the car to a stop at the exit and shut off the sputtering engine. The car couldn't handle the heavy snowfall; it was starting to reach the bumper and the engine groaned every time he pushed down on the accelerator to move through the snow. He was walking from here. He turned in his seat and reached for his seabag he had thrown on the backseat, wiggling the cylindrical canvas bag between the bucket seats. The extra weight of the bag would only slow him down, so he had to take only what he could wear and pack in his pockets. He did have on his military issued cold weather gear that consisted of a mock turtleneck and leggings to keep his body at core temperature under his civilian clothes and he pulled on a heavy cable knit sweater over his thick chamois shirt just to be on the safe side. He dug his cold weather hood out of his bag and pulled it on, looking at himself in the rearview mirror. He looked like he was about to rob a bank, only his eyes and the bridge of his nose was visible. He pulled on his gloves, grabbed his parka from the seat and opened the door of the car, feeling a strong gust of cold air whip in around him. He pulled on his jacket and zipped it up, pulling up the insulated hood. If he didn't die in this weather he was sure to get demoted to lieutenant junior grade for stupidity. He trudged through the heavily packed snow for what felt like hours, the thick flakes swirling down around him faster and faster, making it impossible to see two feet in front of him. He judged the width of the road by the reflector poles that jutted up out of the snow bank, their blue tops little reflections of hope that he was on the right path. But the further he walked, the deeper the snow got and soon the reflectors were completely covered and he was navigating by instincts alone. There were no other vehicles in site; he was the only idiot out in the storm. The temperature was starting to drop, he could feel it against his face even despite the warmth of his cold weather gear, and he could feel his testicles start to draw up into his body for warmth and protection, leaving his cock to suffer the freezing temperature alone. He had survived worse than this fucking snowstorm and when he did he owed it to his cock to warm up in the hottest, tightest pussy he could find, just like he did after every life-threatening mission he strategized to remind himself he was a human, not a highly trained government killing machine. But with all this damn snow, the only pussy he was going to find was a starving mountain lion. Duke didn't know how long he had been walking but he could feel the cold weather start to take a toll on him despite his vigorous military training and he knew he needed to find shelter before his body temperature dropped any lower and hypothermia set in. He saw what resembled the shape of a mailbox under the heavy snowfall and he reached out, knocking off the foot of snow that had accumulated on the top of it just to make sure. Thank God it was a mailbox, shelter was close. The snow was disorienting and he stopped to look around in the white shit, trying to find which side of the road the box belong to and then he saw the clearing in the trees and he trudged across the road and up what he hoped was the driveway, staying close to the line of trees that lead the way. The terrain was getting harder to climb, the legs of his jeans were soaking wet and starting to freeze making his legs feel even heavier and the further he walked the more he had to wonder if he was on the wrong side of the mountain. And then he saw it. Snowed In The log cabin was a welcome sight in the raging snowstorm. The blowing snow had accumulated around the sides of the cabin almost to the eaves and it would have been completely buried and undetectable if it wasn't for the smoke curling up out of the fireplace and the flicker of light that shined out through the inch or so of visible paned glass, a heavy-duty generator rumbling from somewhere behind the cabin. Someone was inside and he hoped they wouldn't mind a visitor for the night. He trudged through the snow; his legs buried up to his crotch in the cold white shit and freezing his cock, as he felt his way along the logs of the cabin until he found the smooth surface of the door and hit it as hard as he could with his open, gloved hand. + + + + + + + + + + Lana stuffed the dildo between the cushions of the couch and threw off the quilt, getting to her feet. It better not be that crazy old Mr. Winters or the other man from the store, she was perfectly fine and nice and toasty warm. But she walked over to the door anyway and since she couldn't see out the windows from all of the snow that had blown up against the glass, she grabbed her rifle from the rack over her coat hook, released the bolt, checked the chamber and shoved the bolt back in place. Locked and loaded. There was a bang again followed by a muffled sound and an even louder thud. She opened the door and a towering navy blue parka clad figure fell face first onto her wood floor, a heavy gust of cold air and blowing snow coming in behind it. Ah, shit. She leaned the rifle up against the wall, squatted down and grabbed two hands full of the cold, wet parka and pulled, barely moving his prone body an inch. Shit, he was heavy. She drew in a deep breath, pulled again, dragging his dead weight across the threshold as the cold, wet snow blew inside the cabin hitting her square in the face. Another hard pull and he was inside. She quickly shut the door against the wind and blowing snow, leaning against the wood door as she stared down at the shivering bulk of a man lying on her floor, his clothes soaking wet and sticking to his flesh. She really didn't need this, not tonight, but the brainless man had obviously been walking for several hours in the storm trying to find shelter and she couldn't just throw him back outside to freeze to death. She reached up, pushed a stray lock of hair back from her sweaty forehead, mustered up as much strength as she could and bent down, grabbing hold of his parka at the shoulders and dragged him across the floor. She was huffing and puffing by the time she got his prone body over to the fireplace and she grabbed hold of his parka, and using what strength she had left, rolled him over onto his back. Lana had to get him out of his wet clothes before he froze to death. She ripped open the protective flap over the zippered front of his parka and found the tab of the zipper, pulling it down. She had to roll him again to get the soaked jacket off and she tossed it aside. His head and face was covered with some kind of winter hood and she found the edge of it and pulled the tight, stretchy material up over his face and off his head, revealing a strong, chiseled jaw line, a nose that had a knot on it from being broken one too many times and short-cropped brown hair. His lips were blue and his teeth were starting to chatter, a weak moan escaping him. At least he was still conscious but not conscious enough to help her. She pushed his sweater and shirt up, working it up and over his torso and then his head, his arms thudding heavily to the floor. Shit, he still had on another shirt and this one was skin tight and clinging to every sculpted, bulging muscle of his arms and chest and abdomen. Whoever he was, he wasn't from around her because no one got muscles like that from ranch work. She tugged the skin-tight shirt from the cinched waistband of his jeans and rolled it up his torso, revealing a set of six-pack abs and V that would make any gym rat jealous, a broad chest with pectorals that should be considered illegal and biceps that could probably crack walnuts. He had a faded white scar on his side just under his ribs and another scar on his chest. A set of dog tags on a metal chain hung around his neck and she lifted them up, peering at the name that was punched into the metal. Lt Comdr Duke McCabe USN. He had a military tattoo that covered his right deltoid and she sucked in her breath when she instantly recognized the eagle, gun and trident that blazed the front of some of her husband's books that she had left on the bookcase. The man was a goddamn Navy SEAL. He started shivering uncontrollably. Lana quickly moved down to his feet to untie the cold, frozen laces of his boots, pulling off one and then the other, panting from the effort. She didn't get this much of a workout chasing her second grade class around the playground. She shoved her hair out of her face, it was damp with sweat, and quickly moved up his body. Her fingers were cold and the metal of his belt buckle made it even worse but she managed to get the freezing cold metal fastening undone and then the button and zipper. She pulled the heavy weight of the sodden, flannel lined denim down his legs and free of his feet. Shit. He had on skin-tight bottoms, too, the material adhering to his strong claves, hard, well-muscled thighs and the massive bulge between his legs. She drew in a deep breath, curled her fingers under the waistband of his tight leggings and tugged and rolled them down his long, muscular legs. Her eyes were instantly drawn to his groin, more so to his cock and scrotum that were a light shade of blue from his loss of body heat. His testicles had drawn up to his body for protection and his cock was lying there exposed. It was at least seven inches long, a lot longer than her husbands had ever been and thick and she felt an instant throbbing ache deep inside her pussy as her juices started to flow, making her dripping wet and soaking into the crotch of her pajama bottoms a lot faster than the erotic words in her books did. She wanted to reach out and touch his fine piece of man meat, heft its unfamiliar weight in her palm but she didn't. The last thing she needed was to get in trouble for molesting an unconscious man. She grabbed the heavy quilt from the couch, folded it in half and covered his shivering body with it. She put another log on the fire and gathered up his wet clothes and threw them into the dryer. She lifted up the corner of the blanket and crawled underneath it, climbing on top of the bulk of his body to press the full length of her flannel clad body to his cold, naked one in an effort to get his body temperature back up to normal. She pulled the edge of the blanket up around his head and rested her cheek on his chest, listening to his shallow breathing. She closed her eyes. This could possibly be the worst, or the best, night of her life. Lana didn't know how long she had been sleeping but when she felt him start to stir beneath her, heard his weak moans, her eyes popped open and she quickly moved out from under the blanket and gently stroked the side of his face with her palm in an effort to keep him composed. "You're safe," Lana whispered, reassuring him. "You're in my cabin." She pulled the blankets up tighter around his broad shoulders and his eyes opened and she found herself staring down into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. She sucked in her breath. "Just keep covered up. Your clothes are in the dryer. Do you have a name, soldier?" + + + + + + + + + + He was dead, he had to be or he was hallucinating from a lack of blood flow to his brain and other extremities because he was looking up into the face of a beautiful angel in white. An aura surrounded this angel with deep green eyes, gleaming black hair and pale, luminescent skin. He had always heard that when you die your life can flash before your eyes and other times death was swift and you saw nothing but the light. And he never thought something so beautiful would be at the end of that light waiting for him. He heard a loud snapping sound and he was instantly brought back to reality. She wasn't an angel and he wasn't dead. Whoever she was, she had saved his life and the warm, crackling fire burning brightly behind her had created the heavenly glow. He must have made it to the cabin after all. "D-D-Duke," he answered, his teeth still chattering. She started to tuck the blanket under his shoulders but quickly pulled her hands back. He wasn't a child and he certainly didn't need to be coddled and the look she was receiving from him wasn't a look that she got from her second graders, his eyes started to darken and it wasn't from anger. She swallowed and quickly put some distance between them. "I'm Lana. What were you doing out in this blizzard? You don't have to answer that, just keep yourself warm and I'll start a fresh pot of coffee and heat up some soup," she said with a warm smile. Duke nodded his head, shivering. His deeply embedded instincts for survival kicked in and he look around at his surroundings. This beauty had to have a husband or at least a boyfriend, but he didn't see any articles of men's clothing hanging around or smell cologne in the air. And then when he saw the .308 Winchester hunting rifle leaning up against the wall next to the door, he knew he was fucked, and not in a good way. A woman didn't have that high of a caliber rifle with a powerful scope next to the door unless she knew how to use it. He was going to have to watch his step around her. He reached down between his legs to make sure his blood had reached all of his extremities, cupping the heavy weight of his scrotum in his hand and then the length of his cock, feeling it twitch slightly in his hand. Good, she hadn't shot it off yet and it was still functioning but it was going to have to find another pussy to warm up in. He listened to her talk and move around the cabin as he stayed by the fire for a little while longer to make sure his core temperature was back to normal. She had a soft, soothing, slightly seductive voice. "The bathroom is through the door there on the left and you can sleep on the couch tonight. The county crew probably won't have the roads cleared until the day after Christmas so if you would like to call anyone to let them know you're safe feel free to use the phone. I hope chicken noodle soup is okay. It's that or tomato," Lana said from the small kitchen as she tried to put as much space as she could between the two of them. Him, a complete stranger, was stirring up feelings inside her that she hadn't felt in a long time. And it frightened and excited her at the same time. He was much, much warmer now and he threw off the heavy quilt and got to his feet, walking naked over to the small table in the kitchen and pulled out one of the two chairs. He finally noticed that she didn't have a Christmas tree and he wasn't going to press her as to why. If it was for religious reasons she had a right to her own beliefs, if it was for personal reasons they were her own, either way, he wasn't going to pry, he was just thankful he was still alive. "Chicken noodle is fine," Duke said. "I was going to surprise my family for Christmas but since they didn't even know I was coming home there's no need to call them and let them worry. I haven't seen them since I enlisted anyway." He sat down and picked up the steaming cup of coffee and took several small sips, feeling it start to warm him up from the inside out. He took the opportunity to look over his savior. She was standing at the stove with her back to him, stirring a pan of soup. She was tall, just how he liked them, and her thick black hair hung in a ponytail down the middle of her back reaching almost to her waist. Her plush white robe covered her body from her neck to the back of her calves, the legs of her red pajamas visible, and was belted around her slender waist and she had fuzzy pink socks on to keep her feet warm. When she turned around to put the bowl of hot soup in front of him, his eyes were instantly drawn to her large breasts that were covered by the crossed lapels of her robe. He felt his cock twitch as it started to come more alive with a rush of hot blood. His cock must be hungry for the wet heat of a pussy because it was responding to a woman in flannel pajamas and a robe! "Do you have a boyfriend or a husband that's going to be coming home any time soon? Because if a man comes through that door and sees me sitting naked in your kitchen and reaches for that rifle, I don't want to snap the neck of someone that lives here." Lana's eyes widened and the soup sloshed over the side of the bowl when she sat it down on the table. He could have at least wrapped the quilt around his nakedness. Instead, he was sitting there wearing just his dog tags and looking absolutely delicious with his hard, taut muscles and aqua eyes. She dropped her gaze between his wide-spread legs, he was the one naked after all, and sucked in her breath at the sight of his thawed out man meat. His testicles had returned to their rightful place, filling his lemon sized scrotum and his cock, fuck his cock was impressive. Flaccid and it was bigger than her husband's. It was actually nine inches long and nicely thick with protruding blue veins that interlaced it. The shaft was seven inches and the smooth tapered glans added another two inches to its length and an inch in girth at the base of the bulbous head. It hung a little off to the side of his scrotum, the smooth head resting on the padded cushion of her kitchen chair. She could have sworn she saw it twitch and start to harden. She felt her pussy really start to ache and her juices seep out if her to run down her thighs. His words finally cut through her sex-fogged brain. "I... I don't have a... my husband... I haven't... seen a cock since he died," Lana stammered unable to draw her gaze away from that impressive cock. "Fuck," he muttered. "I'm sorry." He had nothing to cover himself up with to ease her anxiety; he was risking a serious burn as it was by having a hot bowl of steaming soup in such close proximity to his naked cock. He picked up the spoon she had in the bowl and dug into the soup, watching as she walked away. That was why she didn't have a tree, the painful memories. So, he was trapped in an isolated cabin with a widow that had an itch that needed to be scratched. Maybe finding that pussy was going to be a lot easier than he thought, but that rifle made him nervous and if she was still in mourning... The buzzer on the dryer went off and Lana was instantly snapped out of her cock-filled trance. "It's okay, you didn't know," she stammered, quickly shuffling out of the kitchen in her stocking feet and into the laundry-room big enough for only the washer and dryer. She pulled his warm clothes out of the dryer, folding each article in turn and stacked them on top of the dryer. She picked up his jeans and went back out into the kitchen, looking at Duke sitting there in the chair her husband use to occupy. She watched him as he ate, feeling that longing in the pit of her stomach or was it in her pussy? Either way, she had to have that cock filling her up but if he was married... "Do you have a... a girlfriend or a... a wife?" she asked, curious, trying to make conversation but couldn't with his cock right there on display. She handed him his jeans. Duke smiled as he took his jeans that were still warm from the dryer from her and got to his feet. He didn't have a problem with his nudity but she obviously did. He couldn't help but notice that she didn't advert her eyes as he stepped into his jeans, they were focused on his thick cock as it bobbed and swayed with the movement of his legs and he heard her slight intake of breath as he reached inside his pants to adjust his cock before he pulled the zipper up with a little difficulty. His cock was already starting to harden. "No, I don't. I take it you know how to use that rifle?" he asked, his curiosity and nerves getting the best of him. Lana backed herself up against the counter, looking first at the hunting rifle that was still leaning up against the wall by the door and then back to him. The caliber of the rifle was intimidating enough and it had been for her, too, until she learned how to shoot it, but right now the caliber of him and his cock were the only two things on her mind. "I have it for protection. There are a lot of wild animals around here, more two legged than four. And they've all been trying to get through my front door ever since my husband died. And I can drop an elk on a full run at four hundred yards," Lana said, hoping she didn't scare him off. But by the look in those aqua eyes of his, he wasn't running away scared. "Then I guess I should thank you for not shooting me," Duke said with a smile, looking at her across the small kitchen, his warm aqua eyes never leaving her face. She was breathing heavily as she stared at him, her breasts straining against the front of her robe. If she hadn't had sex since her husband died then she was starved for attention and he was just the one to satiate that hunger. But then again, she was probably still grieving the loss of her husband and she made it perfectly clear with that loaded rifle by the door that she didn't want another man in her life or between her thighs. So there was no way in hell he was going to repay her with his cock in her pussy. She should have just left him outside to freeze to death in the fucking blizzard. Lana slowly smiled. "You're welcome. I'll make up the couch for you," she said before walking out of the tiny kitchen and the few feet over to the couch. She looked over at him, making sure that he was focused on his soup before she retrieved the dildo she had stuffed down in the cushions, jamming it into the pocket of her robe before disappearing into the bedroom. That was the last thing she wanted a complete stranger to find, especially one as good-looking as this one. She came back out with fresh bedding and made up the couch with a flannel sheet and another quilt even though he had the fire to keep warm and she was going to be inside her cold, cold bedroom. "Please make sure the fire doesn't go out. The cabin gets cold real quick. Goodnight." "I won't. Thank you," Duke said. He watched as she walked across the room to her bedroom, her ponytail and hips swaying with every step. She was putting as much distance as she could between them. Well, shit. He was sleeping alone, not that they would have been doing much sleeping. What did he expect anyway, for her to fall over on her back with her legs spread wide? It would have been nice, but he was a complete stranger and he didn't take her for the type to jump into bed with a man only after a few hours, even if she had saved his life. No pussy for him. Lana shut her bedroom door behind her and leaned against it, letting out a long breath. She had a freaking hot Navy SEAL in her cabin and she was wearing goddamn flannel pajamas and a bath robe! She hadn't had a cock in so long and there was one right on the other side of her bedroom door and she looked like a frumpy housewife. She had been faithful to her husband and a part of her felt like if she went back out there she was cheating on him, on his memory, this the night before the day he had been killed, but then her husband wouldn't want her to pine away in their cabin, he would want her to live her life and be happy, even if that was only for one night. And if anyone in town found out... She had ignored the advances of all the men for good reasons, they were all married and had children, some of which were in her class, and the ones that were single were too young, and the ones that were too old needed the help of little blue pills to even get their cocks hard. But the man that was out there on her couch was neither too young nor too old...and she was lonely, so lonely. Snowed In Two years was a long time to go without any attention from a man. She'd been with her husband ever since she was nineteen, and she needed to feel alive again. And oh God, how she wanted a cock again, more particularly the cock that was just on the other side of her bedroom door, and it was hard to seduce a man when you were wearing flannel. But with the way that he had been looking at her, his eyes focused on her breasts even through the thickness of her robe, she had to wonder when the last time he had fucked a woman was. The only thing that she had that was even remotely seductive was a lace bra and matching thong and the bra had a broken clasp; she just didn't need that kind of stuff anymore. She definitely wasn't getting fucked and she wanted to get fucked, by this man, before he left as quickly as he had come into her life. + + + + + + + + + + Duke watched as she walked away, the closing of her bedroom door silently telling him that she wanted to be left alone. He hadn't fucked a woman in over three months or masturbated in over a week and his cock was twitching for some action after his long hiatus, preferably deep inside a hot, wet pussy, but the female he was snowed in with wasn't looking for attention from the opposite sex. He would abide by her wishes, at least for tonight, let her get used to having a man around again then he was going to really lay on the charm and properly fuck her. He could even stick around until his liberty was almost over and spend all that time figuring out how flexible she was. He put his bowl in the sink and finished his coffee before he padded over to the fireplace. He put another log on the fire and replaced the screen before he walked over to the pine log couch that she had made up for him, unzipping his jeans and pushing them off his hips. He folded them and tossed them over the back of the couch and slipped between the soft sheet and heavy quilts, pulling them up to his chest as he rested his head on the pillow. He could hear the wind as it howled outside, the blizzard probably had the cabin buried by now, trapping him and Lana inside for the night and possibly the next day. He wasn't complaining, except for she was behind the closed door that she had disappeared behind several hours ago. He stared at the closed door; the room probably had to be freezing since the only source of heat was the fireplace and he was lying in front of it where she more than likely slept since her husband had died. He thought about knocking on her door and inviting her back out to the warmth of the main room but he didn't. He shoved his hand under his head and stared at the crackling fire instead. He'd spent Christmas in worse places than this, but at least this year he wasn't outside in the harsh weather. He heard the bedroom door creak open and he looked that direction, watching as Lana slowly walked across the room in a pale pink paisley print slip with a deep V-neck and thin straps, the colorful satin clinging to every curve of her luscious body, the flounced hem falling a few inches below the curve of her ass. Duke felt his heart slam against his ribs and his cock jerk. He was going to get that pussy after all and he didn't have to lay on the charm. "Lana," he said as he sat up on the edge of the couch. He felt his cock throb as it started to thicken with a sudden rush of blood, growing extremely hard, harder than it had been in months. His eyes never left her as she padded across the floor, his gaze focused on her large, firm breasts as they strained behind the triangle shaped cups, swaying slightly under their own weight as she walked. Fuck, her breasts were big and her nipples were hard and distending the satin, the thin straps straining to support the full weight of her breasts. The silky material clung to her narrow waist, the flare of her hips and the curve of her ass, the short hem giving him a view of her magnificent legs. He felt his testicles, engorged with hot, potent sperm; swell to stretch the loose skin of his scrotum until they bulged out, his cock, now fully erect almost to the point of pain, tenting the blanket over his lap. He fisted his hands into the quilt. "Lana," he repeated. Lana came to a stop in front of him, gazing down first at the considerable tent his cock had formed over his lap and then up to his face, her green eyes locking with his aqua ones. She still couldn't believe that she was doing this, seducing a stranger, and by the looks of the erection he had protruding up from his groin, she probably could have come out here in footed pajama and he would still have a hard-on. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her blood rushing through her veins, her juices as they seeped out of her cunt to saturate her throbbing, blood-swollen labia. She wanted this, needed this, needed to know that she was still alive, that a little of her hadn't died with her husband. She swallowed hard and licked her lips, confessing her deepest secret to him. "The only man I've ever slept with was my husband. He died two years ago and I don't want to be alone this Christmas. I want to do this but it's been so long and I--" Duke just looked up at her. She had come to him and the least he could do was treat her with respect when all he wanted to do was shove his throbbing cock in her and pound his way to orgasm. But, being the gentleman that he was, he would let the lady lead the dance. And thankful to his rigorous military training, he had the iron clad control he needed to last through the duration of even the raunchiest fuck sessions and with as long as she'd gone without sex; they were both in for a lengthy ride. "We'll go at your pace. If you want it slow and sweet I'll go slow, if you want it hard and fast I'll fuck your brains loose, but I haven't fucked a woman in several months so my first orgasm will be pretty quick. After that I can last for a long time, you just have to tell me what you want. And I hope what you want is my cock." He tossed the heavy quilts aside, his fully engorged cock bobbing as it was freed, looking even darker in the glow of the crackling fire. By the shocked look on her face, he had to wonder if she was going to run back into the bedroom scared out of her mind at the size of his cock and he was going to have to resort to jacking his soldier off or if she was going to give him a Christmas Eve to remember. "If you're worried about an STD, I passed my last physical two weeks ago." But she still wasn't moving... "If you're not protected..." Lana's eyes widened and her mouth formed an O when his impressive cock sprang into full erect view. It had been a long time since she'd seen one of those bad boys saluting her and she didn't know if she was going to be able to handle something of his magnitude but she was going to give it her best or die happy trying. "I can't... No ovaries," she said. She felt her nipples painfully tighten and rasp against the satin covering them, felt her cunt pulsate and grow increasingly slick with her own creamy juices as it primed itself in eagerness of having such a serious piece of man meat stuffed inside it, trickling out of her to dampen the insides of her thighs. "Oh, fuck. Now that's a cock," she whispered, her gazed focused on his rock-hard nine inches as it throbbed, angry-red, from the blood that coursed through the rigid blue veins that interlaced the two-inch thick monster, his engorged scrotum looking almost painful. She secretly wanted whatever he was willing to give her and if she needed to take his edge off so he could seriously fuck her then she better give him the best blow job he'd ever had, but she was out of practice and if he blew too soon... She'd just have to suck him till he was hard again. "And it deserves some good oral attention." She dropped to her knees between his wide-spread ones as she slowly slid her warm palms up the inside of his hair-dusted, muscular thighs in a slow, subtle caress, her nails lightly scratching his taut flesh, watching his face as it started to grow more tense in anticipation. She smiled when she heard a low groan rumble up out of his chest and felt his muscles contract under her light touch. She turned her attention to his impressive cock, her smile widening even more when a clear drop of fluid started to bead on the tip of his smooth, tapered glans, glistening orange in the crackling firelight. He was fully aroused, his cum already starting to flow and she felt a sudden surge of slippery juices gush out of her cunt at the thought of having her belly full of his hot, sticky semen. Using just the tip of her fingernail, she slowly drew her nail across his swollen scrotum and up the underside of his cock to the sensitive spot at the base of his glans, watching as it swelled even more with a sudden rush of blood and twitch hard, the thick bead of precum turning into a steady stream as it ran freely down the smooth, engorged head to trickle over her finger. She drew her finger back and gently blew over the tip of his cock. "FUCK!" Duke hissed through gritted teeth as her warm breath fanned the swollen, aching head of his cock and he fisted his hands hard into the cushions on the back of the couch till his knuckles turned white in an effort to keep from grabbing hold of her head and shoving his throbbing cock into her mouth. Not since he had lost his virginity at fourteen had he ever been this aroused in his entire adult life and the last thing he didn't want to do was rush her but if she did that again, he was going cum hard, spurting all over her face. He stared down at her, watching as she slowly drew the tip of her finger, glistening with his clear fluids, into her mouth with a steady sucking motion. His throbbing cock, inches from her face, was fully engorged to the point of pain and she was sucking on her fucking finger? They had a word for women like her around base and he prayed to everything that was holy that she wasn't a cockteaser and that she was going to let him... He couldn't think; all of his blood was in his fucking cock. He was panting, his breath coming in quick, short bursts, his chest heaving with the effort. "Suck my... fuckin' cock... before I... cum." Lana looked up at him. His face was tense with desire, his teeth gnashed together as the need for immediate gratification gnawed at every last nerve in his body. He was at that point, the point where all of his attention was focused solely on his cock and the need to cum and it didn't matter how. She dropped her gaze to his angry-red cock, the tapered glans glistening in the firelight from the clear fluid that trickled out of the wide slit. He was so big and so fucking hard... "I'm a little out of practice but my husband didn't call me his Little Dirt Devil for nothing. I'll try to be gentle," she said with a wicked smile as she finally lowered her head between his quivering legs. She stroked the inside of his thighs as she slowly drew the tip of her tongue up the underside of his cock, feeling every thick vein that crisscrossed its girth pulsate with his rapidly flowing blood, tasting his salty precum as it tricked down to coat her tongue, licking up his juices as she ever so slowly drew her tongue over the smooth, swollen head of his cock. His cock jerked hard and she wrapped her warm hand around the thickest part at the base, her long fingers nowhere near touching, holding him firmly as she opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around the huge tapered head, sucking lightly until she got a good seal, working the sensitive underside of his cock with her tongue. Duke dug his fingers tighter into the cushions, squeezing his eyes shut as he threw his head back, a deep groan rumbling up from his chest and out through his vocal cords, turning into one long, drawn out explicit. "FUUUUUCK!" He drew in several deep breaths as he struggled to control his orgasm, staring down at her with hooded aqua eyes as she drew more of his throbbing cock into her hot, wet mouth. If this was her being gentle then what was she like when she really got down to business because he was about to blow his entire load into her mouth. He hissed as her tongue swirled all around the hypersensitive head, stroking, swirling, stroking again. And then she drew so hard on the head of his cock that he could have sworn she was trying to suck out his brain. He felt the need for orgasm tightening around the base of his spine and there was no way in hell he was going to be able to last any longer, he'd just gone way too long without a woman's attention. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." Like hell he was, she barely had the first two inches of him inside her mouth. Lana always did love to suck her husband's cock and even as much as she tried to make his orgasm last, he always told her she had such a hot, wet mouth with an incredible amount of suction and he could never last longer than five minutes unless she put just the right amount of pressure on his cock. She looked up at Duke's tense face, his chest heaving with each deep breath, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, as she tightened her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock, watching as his aqua eyes darkened and his jaw clenched, his teeth gnashing together, and she knew she had just suppressed his orgasm. Now it was time to get to work on this wonderful nine inches of man meat throbbing against her tongue. Duke hissed as she did the impossible; impede his orgasm. And as he stared down at her, watching as she drew more and more of his two-inch thick cock into her mouth with a steady sucking motion, her lips sealed tightly around his angry-red thickness, he knew it was going to be worth it. Saliva started to run down the side of his cock as she sucked hard, working her tongue all along the underside as she swallowed more and more of his fuck pole, her cheeks concaved with the effort and he hissed when the sensitive glans hit the back of her throat, his cock jerking hard inside her hot, wet mouth. God damn, she knew how to suck cock. His cock was already impossibly swollen, thicker than most women could handle, but she was obviously a cock sucking demon, not struggling once under the intrusion. "Fuck, you're good," he hissed. That was all the encouragement Lana needed. She slowly raised her head, letting him slide out of her mouth till just the glans was pressing against the back of her teeth, sucking hard on the head of his cock before sliding him back inside the wet heat of her mouth. She repeated the motion, slowly sliding him out, sucking as hard as she could on the swollen glans before pushing him back in till he was pressing against the back of her throat. Back out once again, only this time she swirled her tongue around the very tip of the smooth, tapered head. She could hear his voice, strained with need, as he chanted, over and over. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" She knew he was getting close and she bobbed her head even faster, sucking as hard as she could on his cock, slippery with her own saliva, sliding a good four inches of him in and out of her mouth as she jacked the rest of his straining erection hard, feeling his blood pound strongly through the protruding veins. She reached up with her free hand and cupped his swollen scrotum in her palm and gently massaged his testicles, humming around his cock as it jerked hard in her mouth, the vibrations causing the hypersensitive head to tingle, shooting all the way down his cock to his testicles. She heard his breathing start to escalate, tasted his salty precum as it started to coat her tongue and she knew his orgasm was clawing at him and this time she was going to let him cum. "FUCK!" Duke hollered when she started to hum around the swollen head of his cock and he couldn't hold back any longer. He was panting hard, his chest heaving with the effort as she sucked the steady stream of precum out of his cock. He reached down and grabbed hold of her head, his fingers digging into her skull, as he guided her bobbing head, not that she needed any guidance he just didn't want her to spit him out when the first hard spurt of his semen exploded out of him. He hissed through gritted teeth, staring down at her as she sucked his blood-swollen cock vigorously, her cheeks concaved, her lips glistening with her own saliva as they slid up and down his thick, throbbing cock even faster. "Suck my cock, Lana, stay on it... fuck," he grunted. He felt the telltale tightening around the base of his spine again, felt his testicles contract in her hand as they released a heavy load of sperm and there was no way in hell he was going to be able to last another second. "Don't stop. Don't you fuckin' stop." He dug his fingers harder into her skull and flexed his hips, pushing his cock further into her mouth and she sucked his rapidly swelling glans without remorse. "FUCK, I'M GONNA..." He threw his head back, a deep guttural roar making its way past his gritted teeth as his hips shot up off the couch, thrusting his cock deep into her mouth, as a millisecond later his orgasm violently seized him, his cock jerking as it spurted hard, filling her mouth with a week's worth of hot, milky semen. "CUUMMMMM!" Nothing could have prepared her for the force of his volatile orgasm or the torrent of thick, salty semen as he spurted so hard inside her mouth that she practically choked on the first heavy gush, her cheeks bulging out as his semen bubbled out of the corners of her mouth. She swallowed hard, gulping down the first spurt only to have his cock jerk as a second one filled her mouth just as quickly. She swallowed his hot, sticky seed and pushed his twitching cock further into her mouth as she jerked her hand hard along the thick length of his swollen cock, working more and more of his semen from his testicles as she greedily gulped down his third profuse spurt, her tongue and throat working hungrily to consume all of his stored up cum as his came yet again. She sucked hard on his glans, her tongue working the hypersensitive underside as it twitched inside her mouth, staying with him through the duration of his orgasm until his spurts slowly diminished in volume and speed, until just a trickle of semen seeped out to coat her tongue. Lana felt his cock soften with one last reflexive jerk and she slowly let him slide from her mouth, catching the last drop of his salty seed with the tip of her tongue. She licked all the lingering semen from the length of his cock, feeling it twitch against her tongue and she sucked gently on the smooth glans drawing the very last, thin, milky-white glob of semen from his cock as it oozed out of the slit, finally releasing him from the hold of her hot, cum-coated mouth. She sat back on her heels and licked her fingers, cleaning away the stray traces of his salty fluid that had escaped her mouth while she had been sucking him off, looking up at him. "Damn, you had a lot stored up, didn't you?" It was official. He'd just had his brain sucked out through his cock. Duke just nodded his head, unable to cogitate let along put together three words to make a somewhat intelligible sentence. He drew in several deep breaths as he stared down at Lana, the flickering firelight making her pale skin appear almost translucent, her black hair gleaming. She was out of practice? Fuck, her husband had been one lucky dude, because if he had gotten his cock sucked like that every day he had to wonder if he had anything left to fuck her with because he sure as hell felt like she had just sucked the life out of him through his cock. He had to look down at his cock to make sure it was still viable. He was still partially erect, not as thick, but shiny-wet with her saliva and yet he had to wonder if it was even going to be able to recover after that, his brain was still in limbo. Even if he wasn't going to be able to fuck her that was the best Christmas present he could have ever asked Santa for. He turned his eyes back up to her, watching her as she slowly got to her feet and flung one shapely leg over his and then the other, the flounced skirt of her satin nightie slipping a little higher on those sleek thighs that he could have sworn were wet with her own juices, kneeling on the couch astride his wide-spread thighs. He reached up and pressed his large hands to her back, caressing her bare skin above the V that dipped down the middle of her back. Her skin was soft, silky smooth as he lightly ran his fingers along the edge of the satin. He struggled to catch his breath. "That was. Fuck. Now that was. A blow job." His gaze dropped to the swell of her large breasts exposed by the V-neck of her slip, her harder-than-bullet nipples poking against the colorful satin only inches from his face and he started to salivate with the thought of sucking and nibbling on those little nubbins of female flesh. He felt his cock twitch with that very thought and start to swell so soon after his explosive orgasm when she lowered her hips to sit astride his muscular thighs. Nope, nothing wrong there. Snowed In Lana wrapped her arms around his neck, cupping the back of his head in her warm palms, her nails lightly scratching his scalp through his half-inch long hair as she stared down at him, smiling. He was still struggling to catch his breath, his broad chest heaving with the effort as he fought to recover from his violent orgasm. She slowly lowered her hips till she was sitting astride his powerful, quaking thighs and she smiled when she felt his well-sucked cock twitch against the inside of her leg, slick with her own juices, as it came back to life sooner than she ever expected, but then he was a highly-trained soldier with exceptional control and endurance...and he was snowed in with her for the rest of tonight and all day tomorrow. And her cunt was aching to be filled. Again. And again. Thank God for blizzards. She shifted her hips, inching closer to him until just her satin covered nipples grazed his chest. She saw his eyes dilate until the aqua was swallowed up by the inkiness of his pupils. She reached up and lightly drew her fingernail back and forth along the fullness of his bottom lip, tugging slightly. "Now we don't have to worry about you cumming too soon so you can fuck me all night. And if you hold up to your promise and give it to me how ever I want it, make me cum until I'm delirious with ecstasy, in the morning I will... suck... your... cock." "Fuck, yes," Duke growled. He reached up and cupped the back of her head in his large hand, his fingers digging into her skull as he pulled her head down, his mouth closing hot, swift and sure over her lips still wet with his cum. He slanted his mouth over hers, thrusting his tongue past her parted lips, delving deep inside the warmth of her mouth, deeper still, tasting his salty semen mixed with her own sweet flavor much like he wanted to explore her cunt, tasting her juices went she came. He slid his hands down her back, pulling her closer, her firm breasts plumping against the hard wall of his chest as he kissed her harder, his tongue almost cruel as it ravaged her mouth without reason or care to her own feelings. She had his blood pounding through his veins, his semen churning in his testicles, and somewhere in the back of his mind he was acutely aware of the fact that this hot woman sitting astride his lap was in fact a widow, albeit a horny widow and he needed to slow things down. But his cock had taken his brain hostage as it jerked hard, filling with a sudden rush of blood as she drew on his invading tongue with as much enthusiasm as she had on the head of his cock. And when Lana moaned, arching against him as she flattened her breasts to his chest, her fingers curling into the corded muscles of his neck as she fully accepted his carnal kiss; he knew that the last thing she wanted was for him to slow this fuck down. He slid his hands down her back, found the hem of her satin slip and pulled it up, tearing his mouth away from hers to yank it over her head. He drew in a ragged breath as he stared down at her large, pale breasts, watching as they rose and fell with each deep breath that she drew into her lungs. He groaned as they swelled and tightened under his fervent gaze, as her nipples, big as spice drops, hardened even more with a rush of blood to stand out a good half-inch from her coral areolas. He had never seen a more perfect set of breasts. Firm, ripe globes that were poised perfectly on her chest, her areolas perched high and puckered, her nipples, fuck her nipples... They were two hard points of flesh just waiting to suckled and nibbled on. He closed his hands around her ribs and lightly drew his thumbs back and forth along the heavy underside of her breasts, watching as they heaved on her chest from her sudden intake of breath. "Fuck, you have nice breasts." "Duke," Lana moaned, pleading as she shifted against his thighs. He was teasing her, making her wait, heightening her pleasure in the process. She wanted, no she needed his hands on her breasts, on her throbbing, juicy pussy, needed his mouth there, sucking her clitoris and licking up her creamy juices as they gushed from her. She liked that he was taking it slow, letting her get to know him, but goddammit, she needed to be fucked! She cried out as his hands left her breasts to slide down her ribs to her narrow waist. "Duke!" His gaze drifted lower, down the expanse of her flat belly to her smooth vulva and the swollen and parted lips of her labia. Fuck, she was already sopping wet and glistening with her own creamy juices. He took a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating muskiness of her cunt, a woman in heat always did give off the best smell in the world, and it went straight to his cock as it became fully engorged with one last hard twitch and started to throb, needing to be buried so deep inside that hot, tight, wet channel. He couldn't wait any longer. "I think we better move this to the floor because I have a feeling this is going to be one intense fuck." Lana didn't object in the least nor did she have time to even move off of his lap. He threw the heavy quilt down on the floor, grabbed hold of her curvaceous hips to lift her off of his thighs as he slid off the couch to kneel on the floor, and gently deposited her on the thick quilt. The air escaped her lungs in sheer surprise of his quick movements, her green eyes widening. She smiled up at him and her giggles turned to a sudden gasp as he hooked his hands behind her knees, parting them even wider as he yanked her body closer as he sat back on his heels, closer still till her ass was nestled up against his muscular thighs and the quilt was bunched up under her hips, raising her to him. She stared up at him, up into those aqua eyes dark with unquenched desire. His jaw was set firmly as he tried to keep a tight rein on his own lust. Her gaze drifted lower to settle on his thick cock jutting straight out from his groin, throbbing inches from her quivering abdomen, on the thick bead of precum that started to seep out of the wide slit and trickle down the side of the smooth glans, glistening orange in the firelight. The blow job she had given him may have abated the need for his second orgasm but it hadn't done anything for his urges, in fact they had only gotten stronger. "Much better," he said as he looked down at her smooth vulva pressed up against his thighs, her labia glistening with her juices as they seeped out of her to dampen his thighs and he pulled her knees even further apart, spreading her thighs even wider until she was completely open to him. He stared down at the swollen, blood-filled, rosy pink folds of her labia wet with her own juices, at her dark-red, swollen clitoris poking out of its hood just waiting for the touch of his tongue and lower to the surprisingly narrow opening of her vagina, so deliciously wet for his thick cock as her creamy juices trickled out of her. She'd been telling the truth, she'd been without a man for over a year, and her cunt was going to be tight. He felt his cock twitch hard as even more precum started to trickle down the side of the smooth glans in anticipation of being buried so deep inside and stretching her open after two long years of celibacy. He wanted to feast on her cunt till she was screaming in pleasure and squirting all over his face as he lapped up her creamy nectar. "And you have an even nicer cunt. Tight and juicy and I'm going to enjoy every flavorful second as I devour you." Lana swallowed hard, staring up at him. Her husband thoroughly enjoyed his blow jobs but he never really would reciprocate the oral sex. He would touch her clitoris and shove his fingers into her cunt, finger-fucking her until she squirted all over his hand but he would very shyly touch her clitoris with his tongue like he was afraid of it. It was his only hang-up, she never held it against him, so she never pushed the oral sex on his part since he kept her satisfied every other way he possibly could. So she had never experienced a mind-numbing, tongue inflicted orgasm. And Duke was going to devour her? Fuck. "But first--" He knelt over her, the smooth head of his cock nudging the soft skin of her quivering belly, leaving a glistening trail of clear fluid across her flesh, and he slid his hands up her sides to brush the backs of his fingers over her swollen breasts as they heaved on her chest from every deep breath she drew into her lungs. He brazenly watched as her areolas drew up even tighter, her nipples hardened even more until they stood out from her creamy breasts like two bite-sized cherry drops and he cupped her breasts in his large hands, filling them completely. He hefted their weight as he kneaded them with his fingers, his thumbnails dragging roughly back and forth over the tips of her nipples. She groaned and he smiled. "I'm going to start with your magnificent breasts." Lana groaned, arching against his hands as they cupped and molded her breasts. It had been too long since large, masculine hands had completely encompassed her breasts and played with her nipples that she had forgotten how sensitive they actually were. And his hands were so large, so hot that she felt her clitoris start to ache for the touch of his fingers, her cunt start to pulsate for the invasion of his rock hard cock that was slipping wetly across her belly. Suddenly, she wished he would just shove it in her and pound her ass into the floor. "Suck them; please suck on my nipples, Duke. It's been soooo lonnnnng." She gasped when he caught her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, gently rolling them, tugging slightly until they hardened even more and grew extremely sensitive. "Please, oh please," she groaned as her ass starting to undulate against his thighs, her juices starting to run out of her cunt, down the crack of her ass to dribble out onto the quilt bunched up under her as the need to cum tightened deep inside her belly. She dug her nails into his powerful biceps when he bent his head, crying out as the tip of his hot, wet tongue flicked over the very tip of her hypersensitive nipple before he opened his mouth and drew strongly on her breast. The need inside her belly grew extremely unbearable and she gave up fighting it as she dug her heels into the floor, her nails even deeper into the ridge of his biceps and she threw her head back as a high-pitched scream tore from her throat. "Oooooh, fuuuuuck!" Duke had heard of women having an orgasm by stimulating their nipples alone but he had never experienced it for himself, and it was as amazing as fuck. He clasped his hands around her ribs as he sucked her nipple deeper into his mouth, holding her securely as her whole body heaved, bucked and undulated beneath him as the first of the many orgasms he was going to inflict upon her tore through her curvy body. He tenderly bathed the curves and swells of her breast with his tongue until her quivering all but subsided and her heaving breast slowly rose and fell against his mouth as her breathing returned to what he considered normal. Then he drew her nipple back into his mouth, sucking lightly as he swirled the tip of his tongue around the pebble-hard tip, sucking a little harder as her moans started to fill his ears. He caught the hard piece of flesh between his teeth and slowly raised his head, tugging on her nipple, elongating it, before he let it pop free of his pearly hold. He looked up at her face flushed with orgasmic splendor as he cupped her well-suckled breast in his large palm, squeezing her nipple between his fore and middle finger, smiling when she moaned. "That's one," he said with a cocky smile as he turned his attention to the neglected twin. Lana's eyes flew open. He was counting her orgasms! Fucking bastard! Or so she hoped. She stared down at him through hooded eyes as he slowly drew the tip of his tongue along her breast, tracing its shape, licking a wet trail up the firm swell to finally flick ever so gently over her nipple. She moaned as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling hot and wet around her puckered areola, before flicking over her nipple again and again. She reached up and curled her fingers into his short-cropped hair, holding his head to her breast as he applied such an incredible amount of suction to her nipple that she felt it all the way down to her clitoris. "Duke! Oh, fuck! Duke!" He licked her breast again, bathing its entirety with his tongue, before he returned to her puckered areola and hypersensitive nipple, sucking the rigid piece of flesh deep into his hot, wet mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue over and around it as he pinched and pulled hard on the other one with his fingers. She squeezed her eyes shut, her head thrashing back and forth on the quilt as his tongue did wickedly wonderful things to her nipple. It felt good, way too good. "Stop. I can't... oh, fuck... take anymore." She groaned, her legs rising and falling as she franticly tried to dig her heels into something that would keep her anchored to the ground. She cried out, her back arching high as his meandering hand slid swiftly over her belly and down over her wet and swollen vulva. He spread her blood engorged lips even wider with two fingers as his seeking middle finger slipped over her sopping wet flesh to stroke her distended clitoris and the orgasm that had been building inside her suddenly exploded, faster and harder than the first one, and she fisted her fingers into his hair, arching strongly under his talented mouth and stroking finger as her orgasm ripped through her, her juices coating his fingers. "Oooooh, fuuuuuck! Not agaiiiiiin!" "That's two," he grinned, looking down at her beautiful flushed face. Her large breasts were heaving on her chest, her saliva-coated nipples swollen and ruddy from his intense sucking. His eyes never left hers as he moved down her body, pressing hot, wet kisses all the way down to her heaving, concave abdomen. He pressed one last kiss to the soft skin just above her vulva, pushing her thighs even farther apart with his broad shoulders. He shifted his gaze to her exposed wet flesh as it glistened in the firelight. He breathed in her muskiness, it had grown more intense from her orgasms and his fingers were coated with her juices as he gently stroked her blood-filled labia, avoiding contact with her clitoris as much as he could. Her hips were starting to writhe as she tried to get his finger where she desperately needed it and he quickly drew his hand away, glistening with her juices. He drew the tip of his tongue across the top of her vulva, tasting the light secretions that coated her skin. He was going to taste her next orgasm. "Now it's my turn to give you some good oral attention and I'm not out of practice." "Oh, God," Lana said, panting hard as she stared down at Duke as he lowered his head between the sleekness of her wide spread thighs. He slid his hands under her bottom, his fingers digging into her ass as he lifted her hips up off the floor, holding her steady as he lowered his mouth to her throbbing vulva. Her head thudded back against the floor and a long, guttural groan escaped her as the first touch of his tongue gently lapped at both sides of her outer labia. "Fuuuck," she swore, her hips jerking hard in his hands as she fisted hers into the quilt beneath her. "Lick my pussy." His tongue licked a little deeper, sliding along the inside of her blood-swollen labia as he lapped up her creamy juices and she tightened her grip on the quilt, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as the tip of his tongue rimmed her opening before he pushed his tongue as far as he could inside her vagina, drawing it back out only to push it in again, repeatedly fucking her with it, licking up her creamy juices that coated her fuck channel. "Oh, fuck!" "Mmm," Duke hummed as he lifted his head, his lips shiny with her cunt juice and he quickly licked them away. "Now that's a delicious cunt, nice and juicy." He looked up at her, smiling a cocky smile. Her breasts were heaving on her chest, nipples hard, and her concave belly glistening with a fine sheen of sweat as she struggled to catch her breath, her hooded eyes staring down at him. He never gave her time to come down from her second orgasm before he started pushing her towards her third; she'd gone so long without them that she wasn't complaining in the least. And her next one was going to come crashing down on her. He dug his fingers into the back of her thighs, pushing her knees high and wide, opening her as far as he could. "Hang on. One very thorough tongue lashing coming your way." "Fu-uck," Lana muttered, the word catching in her throat as the tip of his tongue flicked skillfully over her engorged and hypersensitive clitoris, again and again. She squeezed her eyes shut, her head thrashing back and forth on the floor as the tip of his tongue thrashed back and forth over her tiny blood-filled nubbin of flesh before he sucked it hard between his pursed lips. Scraped it with his teeth. "Fu-ckin'... eat... me," she panted hard, struggling to catch her breath as he greedily consumed her juicy cunt, licking and slurping up all she had to offer in between assaulting her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He wasn't kidding about devouring her cunt, or being out of practice because her third orgasm was approaching quicker than she wanted it. She could feel it tightening in her belly, that undeniable urge to cum, could feel the white-hot flames of long forgotten need licking at her once again and she wanted to suppress it, make it last. But then she wanted to cum so desperately... She reached down and fisted her fingers into his short-cropped hair, pulling his face deeper into her cunt as she thrust her vulva hard against his face, moaning in absolute pleasure as he took her cue and flicked his tongue harder and harder over her swollen clitoris. "Fuuuck... oooh... fuuuck. Riiiight... theeere." She looked down at his bobbing head as he licked her even faster, strumming her clitoris like a madman and her resolve to suppress her orgasm crumbled as a tiny spurt of fluid coated his tongue. "Oooh...God. I'm... go... naaa... cuuuuum," she panted between deep gulps of air. He sucked vigorous on her clitoris and she threw her head back, screaming at the tops of her lungs, cumming so hard that she spurted more and more creamy juices all over his face and lapping tongue, her entire body shaking violently as her orgasm ripped through her. "Aye-eeeee!" That was three. Fuck, she was a squirter. Duke held her heaving hips steady as he noisily licked and slurped up all of her juices that gushed from her, what he couldn't catch dribbling down his chin. He pushed his face deeper into her quivering cunt, his tongue and lips working hard and fast to gather up every last release of orgasmic fluid. He licked her cunt like a dog licking up the last of the gravy from his bowl, making sure he got every last savory drop before finally lifting his head. He flicked the tip of his tongue lightly over her hypersensitive clitoris, her high pitched squeal piercing his ears. A squirter and a screamer. "Mmm, best cunt ever," he said as he released his hold on her watery legs and moved up her body, the thick head of his rock-hard cock leaving a profuse amount of sticky precum across her belly. He rested his weight on his forearms as he stared down into her green eyes, curling his hand around the back of her head. "Come 'ere. Taste yourself," he said, closing his glistening lips over hers as he pushed his cunt juice coated tongue deep into her mouth, urging her to suck her own essences from his tongue with little jabbing motions against her own. She sucked shyly at first and then with more vigor as she got a good taste of her own musky sweet cunt. He lifted his mouth from hers, chuckling when she darted her tongue out to lick up her juices that still lingered on his lips and chin, moaning in pleasure. If she had never tasted her own cunt, what other nasty, dirty acts did her husband fail to perform on her? "Tastes good, doesn't it? Your husband never licked your cunt like that did he?" Snowed In "No," Lana said as her tongue darted out to capture the last of her juices from the underside of his chin. She licked her own lips, savoring her own musky flavor that clung to them as she looked up into his eyes that were more black than aqua, burning even darker with lust. "He... He satisfied me in other ways." She could feel his hard cock nudging the soft flesh of her belly, his sticky precum as it dripped down onto her and she looked down between their bodies. The glans of his cock was so swollen that it was a deep shade of red and rested somewhat innocently against her stomach, the wide slit leaking a thick rope of clear fluid that dribbled down onto her belly, pooling in her bellybutton, the rigid blue veins protruding out even farther as his cock throbbed. She felt her heart slam hard into her ribcage. He was going to fuck her with that huge cock, stretch her open like she had never been stretched before. She licked her lips. Duke looked down to see precisely what her gaze was so fixated on. He hadn't been this hard since... well, since she sucked his cock and now his cock was so hard it hurt and juicing to be inside her tight cunt. He shifted his hips, rubbing the length of his cock against the soft flesh of her belly, watching as his precum was smeared across her skin, the slight friction causing his cock to jerk and more clear fluid to seep out. She moaned, her hips shifting, lifting slightly as she moved under him, under the gentle caress of his hot cock. He could tell she was more than ready and aching to be fucked and he was going to fuck her long and fuck her hard, show her just what she had been missing out on and fill her belly with all of his hot cum . And he was hers to command for tonight and the next day. "You ready for the infiltration of my highly trained soldier?" Lana nodded her head, swallowing hard. She was beginning to have doubts that he would fit inside her, it had been way too long since she had been properly fucked and her dildo, let alone her husband, had never been that thick. No wonder he was counting her orgasms. He wanted her to be sopping wet and aching for his cock so she wouldn't balk at the painful intrusion. Those doubts quickly left her mind when his cock jerked against her belly. And oh how she was aching to be filled, stretched to the limits with that fine piece of man meat. "You're bigger than my... Oh, fuck, you're huge. Just go easy with that fucking thing, will you?" "Don't worry, baby, I'll ease it in." Duke kept his weight on his left arm as he reached down and wrapped his right hand around his rock-hard cock, jerking it hard several times as he worked more precum out of the slit, rubbing it all around the smooth, engorged head of his cock till it was well lubricated and glistening in the firelight. Even well-fucked cunts had to adjust to the thickness of his cock, hers hadn't been penetrated in two years, and he had to wonder if she was even going to be able to handle his magnitude. Only one way to find out. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, shifting his hips to align their sexes perfectly and rubbed the smooth head all along her labia as he gathered up her own juices, lubricating the glans even more, listening to her throaty moans as he stroked her creamy lips with his cock. He bumped her swollen, sensitive clitoris and her moan turned to a sharp cry. He slipped his cock lower and pressed the thick tip against the narrow opening of her vagina. He felt her tense. "Relax, Lana. Open your legs a little wider for me and take a deep breath." Lana looked up at him. Sweat was beading on his forehead in the effort it took for him to keep from shoving his entire cock into her. She got a good grip on his biceps, dropped her knees even further apart and arched her hips, and as she drew in a deep breath, she felt him push his cock forward with firm, steady pressure, felt the swollen yet tapered head force her open to accommodate all of his girth. She tossed her head to the side, hissing, "Shhhiiiit!" The pain was sharp and intense; stabbing through her abdomen as he slowly forced more and more of his thick cock inside her sopping wet cunt, stretching her. Fuck he was thick, too thick, and she feared he wasn't going to fit. She gritted her teeth and dug her nails into the hard ridge of his bulging biceps as the steady forward pressure of his cock forced her blood-filled vaginal walls even further apart, opening her completely to him. As he pressed forward the initial pain was slowly replaced by an intense feeling of pleasure, of fullness and she arched her hips, groaning, as he pushed deeper and deeper inside her, her swollen wet walls eagerly grasping at every inch of his invading cock. It felt so good to be filled again. "Mmm... oooo... uuuuhhh... feels... soooo... gooood." "Fuck, you're tight," Duke hissed, feeling her snug, wet walls clamp down on his prodding cock. He hadn't had his bare cock squeezed into a cunt as tight and as sopping wet as Lana's since he had fucked that eighteen year old virgin he picked up in Florida. He only had a good three and a half inches inside her scalding heat and with the way her cunt had him in a vice grip he didn't know if he was even going to last through penetration. He pulled his hips back, sliding out of her until just the glans was nestled inside her slippery entrance, and with one solid thrust, he sent his throbbing cock deep, stretching her open only to have her inner walls clamp down even tighter, her sharp cry of painful pleasure filling his ears as he bumped into her cervix. "So... fuckin'... tight." He pulled back out only to thrust back in, groaning as her slippery walls clasped and held even tighter to keep him inside her. He looked down at his thick, angry-red cock as he eased it out of her, glistening with her creamy juices and thrust back in just hard enough for her breath to catch in her throat. "And wet. God, you're so fuckin' wet." He wanted, no he needed, to fuck her hard but she was in control here even if his weight was pressing her down to the floor. He looked down at her flushed face as he dug his fingers into her writhing hip, holding her steady as he thrust in and out of her with short, quick jabs, each one producing a moan from deep inside her. "Tell me how you want it, Lana, how do you want my thick cock in your tight, wet cunt?" "Ohhh fuuuck," Lana moaned. She slowly turned her eyes up to his, trying to catch her breath as his short, hard thrusts jarred her body as he repeatedly buried his cock as deep as he could. His face was tense, his aqua eyes dark and his forehead damp with sweat. She sensed that he hadn't fucked a woman in so long that it was a struggle for him to hold back his own primal urges to mate, to fuck her hard till he spurted deep inside her, to plant his hot, sticky semen and mark her as his. It had been too long since she'd had a cock wedged so tightly inside her, too long since she had been properly fucked, and she didn't doubt in the least that he was capable of doing just that. She could feel every inch of his throbbing, rock-hard cock deep inside her, every ridge, every vein and she moaned, her hips jerking hard under him as he rode her with short, steady thrusts, his thick cock tugging on her wet walls. Suddenly, she didn't care anymore. She had his cock inside her and that was where it was going to stay for as long as humanly possible. "Hard! I want it hard! Fuck me, Duke! JUST FUCK ME!" That was exactly what he hoped she would say once she felt his swollen and throbbing cock jammed all the way up inside her. "You asked for it," Duke growled, a smug smile turning up the corner of his mouth. He pulled his slippery cock out of her until just the swollen glans was at her entrance, grabbed hold of her legs and repositioned them until her ankles were resting on his shoulders, lifting her hips up off the floor. He held onto her shins and slammed his cock home, hitting her G-spot and bottoming out against her cervix, a high pitched cry escaping her parted lips. "Feels good, doesn't it." When he thrust hard again and she shrieked in shock, he knew that her husband had been a boring, missionary-position fucker and he never had a clue as to what he was supposed to do with her legs, just how deep he could get, that he even knew about her area of hypersensitivity. Or the guy just had a teeny cock. He pulled out of her and slammed his cock back in, his hips hitting her ass, another high pitched cry escaping her. "Did your husband ever fuck you like this?" Another hard thrust of his cock forced another cry out of her throat. "Did he ever hit your magic button?" Lana just shook her head in absolute pleasure, panting. "Nooo... uhhh... heee... fuuuck... you'rrre... deeeep," she managed to say between several more hard thrusts of his cock, each one jarring her body and forcing the air from her lungs. His cock felt so good stretching her cunt open, filling her like she had never been filled before, fucking her harder than her husband ever would have tried to. She groaned under the force of his thrusts, each one pushing so deep inside her she thought he was going to pop out on the other side, each one hitting a sensitive spot inside her. How did he know about... she didn't give a shit, it felt too good. "Oh, gawd... fuuuck mee!" Duke grunted in response and fucked her as hard as he dared. His hips slapped noisily against her ass as his swollen, throbbing cock steadily plunged in and out of her tight, slippery cunt, the enlarged glans rubbing over her swollen and highly sensitive G-spot with every down stroke, pushing her closer to her own orgasm as his clawed at him. Her breathing was starting to escalate and her hips were starting to rise and fall, accepting each one of his hard strokes. He groaned as her slick walls reflexively squeezed him even tighter, narrowing her already tight vagina even more and he thrust even faster, his cock squishing in and out of her as his swollen scrotum bounced against her ass. She was the hottest, tightest fuck he'd had in a long time and as much as he wanted this to last, he wanted to cum so he could fuck her all over again. And again. He started down at her as he forced more and more of his cock in and out of her tight cunt, each hard stroke jarring her body, forcing the air from her lungs. Her shoulders were rubbing hard against the quilt covered floor, her breasts glistened with a fine sheen of sweat as they bounced on her chest, absorbing the force of each one of his thrusts, her nipples as hard as bullets and sticking straight up from her puckered areolas. He could tell she was getting close. Her moans were starting to crescendo, her body was starting to shake and her greedy cunt grew even wetter with her slippery juices as she tightened around his throbbing cock. "Fuck... you're... slick," he hissed, shifting his weight and pushing her legs closer to her chest and her hips even higher as he bore down harder on her, driving his cock as deep as he could, each stroke hitting her G-spot and cervix. He was determined to make her cum from his thrusting alone. "Come... on. Gimme... four." "Noooo," Lana groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. Her head thrashed back and forth on the floor as the steady assault of his thick cock deep in her cunt pushed her closer and closer to orgasm. Her husband had never fucked her like this, so primal, so raw, and he had never forced an orgasm on her this quickly. She tried to fight it but she couldn't. She fisted her hands into the quilt beneath her, arching hard against his pistioning hips, moaning under the force of each one of his thrusts as the swollen head of his cock struck that hypersensitive spot inside her that her husband never knew existed, causing that white-hot need to coalesce and burn even hotter inside her until... "Errrr... uuuuhg.... mmmm... aaahhh.... fuuuck... mmmmeeee..." Another hard thrust and her eyes shot open and she squeezed down hard with her pelvic muscles, frantically grabbing onto his throbbing cock as it slid hard and fast in and out of her slick channel, each deep stroke tugging and pulling on her sensitive, blood-filled walls. She couldn't hold on any longer and with one more deep hard thrust, she exploded. "Ooooohhhh... fuuuck... I'mmmm... cuuummmmiiinnnn'." Her whole body shook and trembled as she gushed hard, coating his rapidly plunging cock with an abundant amount of slippery cunt juice, squirting out around his cock to coat his abdomen and swollen scrotum as he fucked her through her orgasm, his cock making sucking, squishing noises as he slid in and out of her contracting channel. "Oooo... uuuhhh... shiiiit!" Duke slowed his thrusts in an effort to keep from cumming inside her as her tight cunt milked his cock, contracting and relaxing only to tighten around him even more in an effort to make him spill his seed. "That's it. Cum on that cock," he grunted, looking down at his thick vein-laced cock glistening with her juices as he slowly thrust it in and out of her tight cunt. "Cum on that fuckin' cock." He looked down at her as she shook uncontrollably beneath him as her orgasm coursed through her body, her steady moans gradually subsiding down to a whimper. He slowly pulled his cock out of her until just the swollen glans was at her entrance and slowly pushed it back in as far as it would go, hissing as her greedy cunt tightened around him, her own whimper turning into a weak moan. There was still another one there inside her. "We're not done yet, baby," he growled and pulled his cock completely out of her quivering cunt with a sucking pop, the girth drawing more of her seeping fluids out to run abundantly down the crack of her ass and dribble onto the bunched-up quilt under her. He slowly lowered her quivering thighs back down to the floor and grabbed hold of her hips, urging her onto her stomach. "Roll over." Lana looked up at him. She could see the lust burning in his aqua eyes, the hunger for the female flesh that only she could satiate. She knew what he wanted and, panting hard as she struggled to catch her breath, she rolled over onto her stomach and got on her hands and knees, hoping that her weak, trembling legs were going to be able to support her after that intense orgasm. Her husband use to always take her from behind, it was the only way that he could get his cock deep enough to give her any pleasure and with Duke's huge cock... She looked over her shoulder at him as he knelt behind her. His dark red, rock hard cock was glistening with her juices the swollen head pulsating against the tight muscles of his abdomen that were gleaming with sweat. She swallowed hard. They were far from done. "Get that ass higher," Duke said, slapping her ass with his open palm. Her giggle turned to a yelp and she lowered her weight to her forearms, pushing her ass a little higher in the air. That still wasn't good enough and he slid his hand up the length of her smooth back and pressed the heel of his hand hard between her shoulder blades, forcing her chest down to the floor and her back to bow as her taut ass was thrust even higher. Perfect. He licked his lips, struggling to catch his breath as he stared at the luscious curve of her ass sticking up in the air, at her glistening, blood-swollen red flesh glistening with her juices just begging to be penetrated again. "You look so fuckin' hot like that. Now keep it there," he ordered, slapping her other ass cheek. Lana nodded her head, her cheek rubbing against the softness of the quilt, her heart pounding in anticipation of what he was going to do to her next, her entire body quivering in the throes of her fourth intense orgasm. She'd never had that many in one night with her husband. She could feel her juices seeping out of her well-stretched cunt and running down her swollen flesh as her vaginal muscles slowly contracted and relaxed. She needed his cock back inside her, filling her, stretching her, making her whole again. "Fuck me, Duke, fuck me like an animal," she pleaded. A wicked smile turned up the corner of his mouth. She was the hottest fuck he'd had in a long time. "I'm gonna fuck you like a dog fucks his bitch," he said. "But first..." He clasped the firm globes of her ass in each hand, parting them with his thumbs, groaning at the sight of her flesh, her dark red and glistening labia, her vagina that was still stretched open from his cock and leaking a thin trickle of milky-white fluid. He bent his head and slowly licked up the dribble of cunt juice, jamming his tongue into her vagina and wiggling it around, a long drawn out groan escaping her parted lips as she pressed herself back against his face, moaning loudly. He drew his tongue back out. "Mmm," he hummed, "you taste so fuckin' good." He flicked his tongue all along her labia, licking up more of her juices. He rapidly flicked the tip of his tongue over her slippery, swollen clitoris, digging his fingers into the flesh of her ass cheeks as her hips jerked hard, slowly licking his way back up to her weeping vagina, fucking her quivering hole with his tongue as he slurped up her orgasmic juices before he finally raised his head. He licked his lips, savoring her essence, as he wrapped his hand around his thick, rigid cock, grunting as he rapidly fisted his hand up and down his slippery length as he worked a bead of precum out of the slit, feeling it painfully swell in his hand. He was so hard, so swollen that he didn't know how much longer he was going to last. He guided his cock towards her glistening cunt and pressed the engorged, smooth glans into her vagina, watching as her wet flesh stretched and swallowed the whole head of his cock. He wasn't easing it into her this time. He grabbed hold of her hips, steading her as he forced his impossibly swollen cock into her hot, slippery channel in one hard lunge, her blood-swollen walls clamping down tight around him, squeezing him. "So fuckin' tight," he hissed. He pulled his cock back out till just the head was at her entrance and rammed it back in, seating it as deep as he could, the swollen head nudging her cervix. "You feel so fuckin' good." Lana fisted her hands into the quilt, whimpering as he drove his cock deep inside her with one hard thrust, stretching her slick walls open even more to accommodate his enlarged man meat. She didn't think it was possible for a cock to get that hard, that thick and then even fit inside her. "Oh, fuck, you're deep," she hissed. Her husband could never get his cock that deep or stretch her open that far, almost to the point of pain. And he sure as hell could never hit her G-spot. She groaned as he pulled his cock back out, the swollen head tugging on her wet, yet tender insides, hissing as he slammed himself back home, feeling his heavy and swollen scrotal sac slap her dripping wet labia. And she'd never felt so much pleasure before in her life. "Don't stop. Fuck me, Duke, oh God, fuck me." Duke grabbed hold of her waist, his fingers digging into taut, sweaty flesh, holding her tight as he fucked her hard, grunting with every solid drive home into her utterly wet and receptive cunt, his swollen scrotum slapping against her wet labia. He hissed as she squeezed her cunt down tight around him, making her passage even tighter and his cock to produce loud squishing noises as his hammering hips repeatedly pounded against her ass, his cock sliding in and out of her slippery, dripping hole. He looked down lewdly at his angry-red cock, heavily coated and glistening with her shiny cunt juice, as it slid in and out of her, pulling more of her seeping fluids out to trickle down his swaying scrotum. He slammed it back into her, grunting in pure male pleasure as her high-pitched cry pierced his ears as the swollen head of his cock butted up against her cervix. He wasn't going to last much longer and with the way her cunt was grabbing at him neither was she, so he decided to slow things down a bit. Snowed In Here's a quick one I put out for the V-Day contest. It was written on the fly, but I hope you enjoy it despite the rush. Feedback is appreciated. Thanks for reading. GA -- Da Nang, Vietnam -- 3rd of February 2015. There was enough oil in the tank for heating—thank God—but for light they had to use candles. They had hot water but no fridge, although with snow waist deep outside a fridge wasn't too much of a loss. "How much longer, do you think?" Gillian asked. Adam shrugged—how was he meant to know? "But it's been two days," his sister whined. "I'm going insane." Adam dropped the cards to the table and glanced towards the ceiling. "Weren't you going for a bath an hour ago?" he asked. Gillian shrugged, pouting. "Well, I was, but I've been kicking your arse." She grinned and waved what was likely another winning hand in her brother's face. Chagrined by seven consecutive losses, Adam rose to his feet, the back of his legs almost toppling the chair. "Yeah, well," he snapped, "I was probably just letting you win to stop your constant moaning on." Gillian's ire rose at the unfairness of his remark. "I'm bored shitless, Adam. It was your suggestion to come here in the first place. It's fucking February—you know what it gets like here in winter." The inevitable argument was curtailed by a sudden guttering of the candle, shadows jittering against the wall. "Shit," spat Adam, jaw tense. "We need another." The pressures were getting to him. Adam felt himself slowly winding tight. The urges were getting out of control, being so close to her was agony and her constant questions he had no answer to were also driving him mad. "I'll get it," replied Gillian as she laid her cards on the table. She went to the big box next to the old sofa. "There's only four left," she said, dismayed by the diminished stock. Seeing his sister's anxiety, Adam softened. He sighed and brought himself under control by immense will. "We'll have to ration them." Gillian blinked, eyes shining. Close to tears, she chewed on her bottom lip and asked, "Do you reckon it'll be much longer? It stopped snowing yesterday. Surely they'll have teams out?" Supressing the desire to shout at her, Adam went to his sister and hugged her. "We'll be okay, Gill," he said, the scent of her hair in his nose. "We've got food and heating. Light we can do without. There's water..." he finished. God, didn't holding her feel so good. Adam's body reacted in the usual way. His cock thickened and grew stiff, carnal urges rising while flesh swelled. Apparently oblivious to her brother's tumescence, Gillian sighed and pulled away. "Can I take this one upstairs? She held up the candle. "For my bath?" Forcing back the urge to grab his sister and kiss her Cupid's bow lips, Adam pulled a face and nodded. "Absolutely," Adam readily agreed, with the spyhole at the forefront of his thoughts. He would sacrifice one candle to see Gillian naked. "Thanks," Gillian said, offering her brother a soft smile. "I'm sorry for being such a whiny bitch." She lit the fresh candle just in time, the old one finally sputtering into extinction, a thin dribble of dark smoke signalling its demise. "I won't be long," Gillian said. Adam snorted and he feigned jocularity. "Yeah, right, you'll be an hour in there, Gill." Which suited Adam just fine. Laughing, his sister left him alone. "Don't get scared down here on your own!" she called as she went up the stairs. Adam sat in the big chair and thought about what he was about to do. Self-loathing at his weakness and a dark thrill of the illicit filled him in equal measure—a devil on one shoulder, an angel on the other. At first the angel had the upper hand and Adam fought to supress the forbidden urge to spy on his sister. But, even as he listened to the virtuous whispering in his mind, Adam the devil would murmur some narcotic utterance and he would eventually succumb. Remember what she looks like naked? Remember those tight tits and that sweet pussy? Go on, you have to go. She's up there now—she's all bare, Adam. Think about it. Think about her perfect body. Think about looking at her while you stroke your cock. His thoughts drifted, cock pulsing when images of his sister's nudity came to mind. The desire to masturbate rolled over him while he recalled the detail of lean, toned thighs, her tight tummy and high, perky tits. Adam massaged his aching cock through his jeans and imagined pebble nipples in the tiny pale coins of Gillian's areolae. Groaning, he squeezed, the fantasy drifting dreamlike while Adam imagined kissing Gillian's plump pussy, her vulva depilated, the pubic bush razored to a precise landing strip at the apex of her slit. Breath hissed out of Adam, his throat working. No—don't do it. Be strong. She's your sister! Jack-knifing out of the chair he stumbled towards the kitchen, feeling his way through the dark by touch and memory. Adam found the wine and drank straight from the bottle, rooting about for a glass would only lead to a breakage. "Come on," he groaned through gritted teeth. "Get a grip..." He rested his backside against the kitchen counter and swigged again, the sharp tang of the grape making him gasp. Impressions assaulted him as he tried to force Gillian from his head. Instead he focussed on his parents and their dilemma, wondering briefly if they would find a way back from the brink of divorce. Would they kiss and make up? Despite being an adult he was still upset by the threat of his mum and dad breaking up, the very concept of their parting was almost inconceivable. Memories tumbled in his mind while Adam recalled happier times, a lot of them centred on the cottage he and Gillian were currently stranded in—their maternal grandparents' home where they had spent so many summers. Gillian. His thoughts returned to his sister. She's naked. Upstairs. Right now she's in the bath, her skin all wet and shiny. Think about her, think about her little tits and perfect bottom. Imagine touching her! Imagine tasting her pussy! Adam sucked in a deep breath and fought against urge to climb the stairs. Even in the dark he was confident he could find the way without incident. He could sneak into the bedroom and press his eye to the adjoining wall. He could spy on his sister in the bath and soak up the detail of her nudity, storing up stock of memories for masturbatory fantasy. "Shit," he muttered when heavy lust dragged somewhere deep and indefinable inside him. "God, Gill," Adam groaned. "Why are you so fucking hot?" Unable to resist the temptation he stood up, the need driving him, yearning a deep, aching void in the pit of his stomach. "One more time, I promise. This is the last time..." Adam stealthily made his way to the stairs, ascending with the furtiveness of a burglar, careful to tread lightly and to avoid the creaking step three treads from the top. He paused on the landing, legs trembling while his heart leapt in his chest, a deep, rapid lub-lub sounding in his ears. Adam hesitated, willing himself to turn back, to leave it alone. But, inevitably, as he'd known he would all along, he found himself creeping along the corridor. Adam's throat worked as he peered through the small hole he'd dug in the wall. In the past he'd used the tiny aperture to spy on his mother, wanking himself dry over her large breasts and dense bush, all manner of lewd fantasies crossing the cinema screen inside his head. In those days his sister held no attraction whatsoever. With Adam ten years Gillian's senior the idea had never occurred to him. However, now she was nineteen and grown so lovely he couldn't stop himself from doing so. A couple of days earlier he'd spied on her for the first time, Gillian's tight body and plump, depilated vulva bringing a gasp from him. Desire had hit Adam in a hot wave when he'd seen Gillian's slim body all bare. She was delectable, exquisite, a long-limbed beauty. Adam had been so overwhelmed he'd tugged his cock and sprayed jizm over the wall, the hot stuff spitting out of him, gout after gout of cum, the viscous ooze dribbling down the paintwork as obscene evidence of his perversion. Since then it had been a struggle to keep her out of his mind. Their enforced close proximity had Adam close to breaking. It was watch her and wank or he'd do something vile and insane. He knew he was doing wrong, committing a terrible trespass and violating his sister's privacy, but he simply couldn't resist. The lure of her ripe body was too much. So there she was, in the bath, bubbles foaming up around her like a night out in Ibiza, shoulders gleaming wet in the steady candlelight. She was beautiful, long fair hair piled up and loosely tied; her slender neck and throat exposed. Adam stared and hauled forth an erection so stiff it qualified as an offensive weapon. He gulped and supressed a groan, his fist working his length. Settling onto the chair he'd placed next to the wall for his own convenience, he jacked his cock, all set for a leisurely wank. He planned to goad himself towards an orgasm, denying himself the pleasure of release until his sister stood up and revealed her taut buttocks, lean thighs and fleshy pudendum. He was cranking away when her yell almost spilled him out of the chair with fright. "Adam!" Gillian called. "Adam, can you come up here!?" Panic swelled in his chest. Adam's heart bounced around like an agitated canary in the cage of his ribs. His guts turned watery and his sphincter loosened. Caught! he thought as the hot wave of shock washed over him. His sister's voice came to him again. "Adam! Can you come upstairs!?" Forcing himself to stay calm, a relieved Adam realised his sister had no idea he was in the next room. There was no hint of anger or shock or disgust in her tone. The fact she'd yelled so loud and called him up the stairs also went a long way to convincing Adam Gillian was oblivious. He snuck from the room and crept past the bathroom door. "What is it?" he called from a position close to the head of the stairs. "What's all the shouting about, Gil?" Stopping outside the bathroom door, Adam gave a knock, forehead against the wood. "You okay?" "Is there anything to drink?" With the door between them, Adam replied, "We've got tea and coffee, but no milk." Gillian's laugh tinkled through the barrier. "A proper drink, silly. Bloody coffee or tea," she muttered. "There's vodka, gin and rum—but no ice; and the Coke's warm." Gillian spat the word out in frustration. "Fuck," she swore. "Is that it?" "There's wine..." A few seconds of apparent contemplation followed, the sound of splashing reaching Adam. Then Gillian called, "Could you bring me a glass of wine?" With his ardour extinguished by the cold water dash of near panic, Adam replied with a sarcastic, "For you, princess, I shall deliver the world and all its bounty." A delighted bubble of laughter came from the bathroom. "The wine will do for now!" Adam moved along the corridor and negotiated the stairs without mishap. He managed to find a glass without a breakage, grabbing the bottle by the neck before making the ascent once again. "Got it," he called, rapping the bottle against the door. "Well bring it in, then," his sister replied, exasperation in her tone. "I can't drink it if it's out there." She really was a spoilt little brat sometimes, Adam reflected. "Mum and dad let you get away with too much, Gil," he said as he pushed open the door. "You wrap people around your little finger. I didn't have—" He fell silent when he saw her in the bath. The full impact of her beauty and taboo desirability hit him like a train, resurgent lust making him hard in a moment. The words bubbled out before Adam realised. "God, Gillian," he moaned, "you're beautiful." His sister flinched, eyes going wide. "Uh," she responded. "Well, thanks, Adam." Shadows danced on the wall when the open door let in a draft, Gillian's bare shoulders and chest above the waterline gleaming like an otter's pelt. "...I'm glad you think so," added Gillian, pouting. Adam's face warmed. He was grateful for the low light of the single candle, hoping his sister wouldn't see the mortification colouring his cheeks. Guilty and appalled at the gaffe, Adam's eyes went to the floor. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I ... I don't know where that came from." Gillian gave a half shrug and waved a hand. "Oh, don't worry. I'll take it as a compliment. If my big brother thinks I'm beautiful it's better than it used to be." Gillian grinned. "You used to ignore me completely—remember? This change of attitude is much better." Pointing a finger at her brother, Gillian smirked and added, "And look, I've got you running around after me, too. Could you pour me a glass?" The last was delivered with a devilish glint in Gillian's eyes. Adam looked at her and saw the tip of her tongue poking between his sister's lips, her expression oddly feral, the look in her eyes compelling. Instead of replying Adam poured wine, confused by his sister's look. "Here," he grunted, moving to the side of the tub and almost shoving the glass at Gillian. She rose up, reaching for it, one breast lifting from the bubbles. The sound of breath hissing from her brother's nose brought the question. "Are you okay, Adam?" Adam gulped, swallowing his internal organs, all of which seemed to have swelled and risen into his throat. "I..." he croaked, shaking his head. "I was just thinking about mum and dad," he waffled. Gillian slid back down and restored her modesty. She sipped and then nodded slowly. "Yeah," she said, face dropping in sadness. "I hope they sort it out. It'd be awful if they can't." Gillian pointed to the toilet. "Sit down and talk to me, Adam. Tell me it'll be all right." Adam hesitated, torn by desire to stay and look at his lovely sister while innate morality compelled him to leave. The angel and devil battled inside him and Adam blinked. "I think I should leave you to it, Gil," he said, voice hoarse, the angel on top for a change. "It isn't appropriate." Adam nodded towards the bubbles, the foam melting like a polar ice cap. "You're my sister and you're naked in there." "You've seen me nude before," Gillian quipped. Adam swallowed heavily once more. He shook his head. "Not since you grew up," he croaked. "Not since you turned so lovely." The moment hung between them, the atmosphere suddenly charge. They stared at one another, Adam's insides churning while he tried in vain to interpret the expression on his sister's face. Time stretched, elastic seconds expanding, the world shrinking to the moment. Inside the cottage it was the two of them, Adam and Gillian, stranded. During those moments Adam felt as though nobody else existed. It was just him and his sister left. Gillian swigged the wine down, draining the glass. "Cuh-could you pour me another?" she stammered, holding out the empty goblet. Adam's hands trembled when he complied, the neck of the bottle chinking against the rim of the glass. "It's almost all gone," he murmured. Gillian took the glass and asked, "Is there another bottle?" Still cocooned in the bubble of unreality, Adam nodded and mumbled a clotted, "I think so." His sister sipped and kept her eyes locked with his stare. "Why don't you get it," Gillian breathed. "Get a glass for yourself, too. Then you could get in here with me...?" *** The walk along the corridor was a dream. Adam made the journey to the kitchen and back as though hypnotised. Astonished by Gillian's invitation he was certain he'd wake up at any moment. There was no way any of it was real. He found the bottle and fumbled around for the corkscrew, utensils rattling as he scrabbled in the drawer. Eventually, his fingers found the device, with Adam taking it with him on his return. "Oh God," Gillian breathed, eyes wide and staring. "Are you really going to get in here with me?" The cork slid free and Adam looked at his sister. Emotion swelled inside him. "Do you want me to?" he sighed, heart hammering. Gillian's throat worked. She stared at her brother, eyes round as a rabbit's locked in the glare of a lamp. "I think so, Adam," murmured Gillian. "I mean, I know we shouldn't—probably. But it's sort of exciting. Mum and dad wouldn't like it..." Gillian shrugged and offered a wan smile, "but we're trapped here. Nobody will know. Anyway," she went on, her tone lulling her brother. "It's only a bath. It isn't like we're going to do anything, is it?" Affecting a casualness he certainly didn't feel, Adam shrugged and nodded and said, "Just a bath, Gil. That's all." The atmosphere thickened again when Adam's fingers went to his belt. He glanced at his sister, her gaze avid—hungry, Adam thought as he slid his jeans and underwear over his hips. "Fucking hell!" Gillian gasped when her brother's erection poinged into view. "Sorry," Adam muttered, red-faced, the har-on waggling and swinging before he shunted his jeans to his shins. "I can't help it. I don't mean for it to be like this," he lied. "Just ignore it, Gil." "Ignore it!" Gillian spluttered. "Jesus, Adam, it's huge. Look at it waving about," she continued, enthused. "If you weren't my brother..." Adam kicked his jeans away, pulling his tee-shirt over his head and did his best to ignore his sister's bright-eyed interest before sitting on the toilet to pull his socks off his feet. "Hold my drink," he said, passing Gillian his glass. "Careful," the girl quipped when Adam stepped into the bath. "You'll have my eye out with that thing." Adam refrained from comment and, instead, lowered into the water and offered his sister a mumbled thank you when she held his glass towards him. "Well, here we are then," giggled Gillian. "What would the wrinklies say if they could see us now?" She grinned at her brother and sipped delicately, keeping her amused eyes on his. "You shouldn't joke about this," Adam growled, abruptly serious. "If anyone ever found out..." Gillian rolled her eyes. "What, you mean if anyone found out about me being naked in the bath with my brother?" She smirked and added, "What if I told my friends about you being hard, Adam?" Gillian grinned and carried on with, "I can tell you now, Karen and Michaela would love you. "And what do you think mum and dad would say if they saw you all big and stiff in front of your sister?" "Gil, please," Adam groaned, desire raging. "Stop talking like this." He wanted her to shut up and yet he didn't. "Why?" Gillian whispered, leaning forward slightly. "Does it make you uncomfortable?" Her eyes flicked to the water, Gillian's focus at a point level with her brother's penis. "Are you horny, Adam? Is being here nude with me getting to you?" Licking his lips, Adam replied with a gurgling, "Yes, Gil ... I am and it is." Gillian's nostril's flared and her eyes shone. "Oh god," she mewled, "really?" "I can't take this," muttered Adam, jaw muscles bunching. He glared at his sister. "What is it you're doing, Gillian? Exactly?" Her smirk was dangerous when she replied with a whispered, "Just taking a bath..." Gillian drained the glass and held it towards her brother. "Top me up, will you." Adam stared at his sister and tried to figure out just what had happened. He thought back, analysing the past twenty minutes while attempting to make sense of how it was he'd ended up in the bath with Gil. He was confused by the speed of events, baffled by his sister's behaviour and attitude. Adam's muddled brain had difficulty processing the impressions assaulting him. He was aroused yet reticent. He was part thrilled to be where he was, gloriously nude with his gorgeous sister; yet another place inside him was appalled. Gillian was nineteen, too young to be playing such a dangerous game—especially with her brother. Snowed In Even as those thoughts tumbled through his head Adam knew it was hypocritical of him. After all he'd been spying on Gillian only a short time before. He had little compunction about tugging his cock until it spat cum while he fantasised about scenes very similar to the one he was living; but being there with Gillian like they were, incest hung in the air like smoke on the wind. And reality was so far removed from fantasy. It was just so wrong to be where he was, naked, with her. A dark chuckle sounded inside his head and the devil snickered, But doesn't it being so wrong make it so gooood? Gillian waved the glass. "Hell-oh," she said. "Can you get me some more wine, please?" Blinking, Adam automatically leaned out of the bath and picked the bottle up from the floor. "Thanks," his sister grinned, taunting Adam with her look when he filled her glass. "So," she breathed, swirling wine in the bowl of the glass. "You've got a hard-on because of me?" Adam's jaw clenched so tight he thought his teeth would break. He gulped and fought against the desire to lunge at his sister, to stick his tongue into her mouth for a hot kiss before rising up out of the water and replacing his tongue with his hard cock. "Gil," he hissed, the words strained through a grimace. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten in here with you. This is wrong. You're my sister, for fuck sake. We shouldn't be taking baths together." "You don't know me, do you, Adam? Not really. You have no idea who I am or what I'm like." Adam gaped at her. He shook his head, three quick jerks while his mouth worked. "You're nineteen," he gasped. "You live at home ... You're taking a college course in business studies. You can't stand watermelon and you're scared of flying. I see you at least once a month. What do you mean I don't know you?" Gillian's laugh was derisive. "You have no idea about what goes on inside my head, Adam. You don't have a clue what I like in men." The girl's face took on a sly aspect. Her eyes narrowed and she smirked. "I'm nineteen, yes, but you don't know I've slept with my best friends, Karen and Michaela, do you? We're a right little group of tarts, Adam. We share blokes between us and play with each other when the fancy takes us. "I've shagged dad's friend Alan, too. I've got a thing for older blokes. "You brought me here so mum and dad could have time at home to see if they can sort things out. I did warn you it's the middle of fucking winter and the forecast was dire but you didn't listen—you never do. "I was dreading getting stuck here with nobody to shag. I'm a bit of a slut, Adam—if you haven't sussed it out yet. I like to fuck. I need to fuck—and preferably every day." Gillian shrugged and eyed her brother, her face all sharp and vulpine as she finished with, "But we're fucking snowed in and I've been going mad. I'm so fucking horny, Adam ... And you're the only cock I'm close to." Reeling from the astounding revelations, the implication slammed into Adam like a fist to the solar-plexus. He gasped and gulped and boggled. "Gillian," Adam groaned. "Jesus Christ ... Gil..." But by then his sister had risen up and moved forward, sliding on her knees until she was straddled over her brother's thighs. "Just give it up, Adam," she purred. "It's just us. Nobody's here. We can do this and it'll be our secret." Adam felt his cock throb. His sister's tight tits were right there in front of him. All he had to do was put the wine glass down and encircle her with his arms. He could kiss her; if he so desired he could taste his sister's mouth and feel her tight wet cunt around his dick. She was offering herself, throwing herself at him. It was unbelievable, totally astounding, an impossible dream come to life. "Don't tell me you don't want to fuck me," Gillian cooed. "Your cock says otherwise, Adam." She was raised up over him, her eyes moving over his face as she smiled down. Her thighs were against his beneath the water, Gillian's weight pressed against him. "I do, Gil," Adam croaked. "I'd love to fuck you. You're so beautiful." Gillian's head tilted, her face came closer. "Then kiss me. Kiss me and touch me. I'm so fucking hot," she whined. "I'm gagging for cock, Adam; and it's your big fucking dick I want." Adam resisted when his sister's lips pressed against his. He struggled internally, common sense screaming at him to stop, to push Gillian away so he could clamber out of the bath. It was wrong; it was perverted, a sin against morality. Good God, she was his sister! It would be incest. Spying and masturbating was one thing, he could live with the shame because it was a secret only he knew; but to fuck his sibling was another game entirely. If he succumbed to Gillian's gasping, desperate entreaty they would have to live with it forever. Adam was certain their relationship would be damaged beyond repair. How would they face one another at Christmas and birthdays? How would he be able to look their parents in the face without the enormous weight of guilt crushing him? What if—oh, Jesus—what if Gillian fell in love with someone else and decided to get married? How would he feel then? "We can't, Gillian," Adam gurgled, her mouth still pressing his lips. "We can't..." The girl's eyes shone as she refuted his claim with quick nods of her head. "Oh but we can," she breathed. "I want to, Adam." Gillian grabbed her brother's hands and placed them against her breasts. "Touch my tits," she sighed. "Squeeze me, Adam. Feel my body and kiss me." Her skin beneath his palms eroded Adam's resistance. "Gillian," he moaned, "you're so lovely." "And I'm yours," she replied. The next time his sister leaned in for a kiss, Adam's mouth opened to receive her tongue. *** She was on the bed, laid on her front and resting on her elbows, round buttocks and the scarlet gape of her cunt reflected back at Adam through the long mirror in the wardrobe door. It was the room their parents had used, their grandparents before that, way back when. Adam was knelt, backside resting against the back of his legs as he looked down at the unbelievable sight of his own sister mushing her pursed lips against the head of his cock. Gillian's heavy-lidded eyes cleared when she grinned up at him, one hand jacking her brother's length. "You're so fucking stiff," she moaned, painting her face with the big bell-end. Seeing his sister doing it brought a low curdled groan from Adam. "Jesus, Gil," he gasped, blinking, face slack with lust. "You're filthy." The girl laughed and let go of her brother's erection. "I just love sex," she grinned. "I love sucking cock; I love fucking... "But," she continued, rolling onto her back, thighs going wide, "I really love it when I can get my pussy licked." Gillian slid a finger through her labia, splitting the folds and wincing as she played with her clit. "Won't you suck my cunt?" she asked in a little-girl lisp. "Please, big brother," Gillian pouted, "kiss my kitty ... Make me feel good before you stick that big thing into me." Adam lapped at the desire siping from Gillian's scarlet opening, a viscous slide which made his sister's flesh slick against the flat of his tongue. She squealed and writhed and gabbled nonsense, hauling her brother up along her body as she jack-knifed at the waist for a deep, lingering kiss. "I can taste myself," the girl mewled, hot-eyed and panting. She held Adam's cheeks between her palms and pushed her tongue back into his mouth, grunting and gasping while rubbing herself between her legs. The kiss rolled on and one when Adam replaced his sister's fingers with his own. He worked two fingers inside her, curling the digits so he could tease the spongy softness. Gillian bucked and groaned, face slackening when Adam used his thumb against Gillian's clit at the same time, muffled squawks and groans coming out of the girl while her pelvis jerked back-and-forth and she fucked onto Adam's digits. "Oh shit ... Oh fuck," Gillian gasped, eyes closing while her head lolled back, hair spilling loose from the clip holding it in place. The girl's hips jerked and her chest hitched, a huge sob bursting from her throat. "I'm going to come!" she yelped, eyes wide, expression full of delighted disbelief. "I'm there," she squealed, desperately emphatic. "Oh God, Adam," Gillian snarled, and then bit off each word as she finished with, "I'm. Fucking. THERE!" *** His sister insisted he stick it in. Gillian scooted down the bed while hauling Adam up at the same time. "Fuck me," she whined, nose crinkling as she pouted at her brother. "God, please, just put it in. I want to feel you there, Adam. It's too fucking filthy to think about any more. I want you inside me. I want my brother's fat cock." Adam gaped down at his sister as the girl writhed beneath him. He sucked up the image, desire for Gillian's taut body surging through his core. Her hair was spread over the bed; her little breasts heaved while she panted for breath and glared at him, nipples tight. He thought she looked gorgeous with her face twisted by lust. She was he'd never seen her before. His sister's hot-eyed gaze held him while Gillian chewed her lower lip and whined, one hand between her legs so she could rub at herself, her free hand mauling one breast. "I've been going mad," Gillian gulped, blinking. Her hand went from her breast to Adam's cock, fingers gripping him for a few quick tugs. "I've been so fucking horny, Adam. I'm surprised you haven't heard me wanking. I've been lying in bed playing with myself and willing you to come to my room. If you'd come in you would've caught me with three fingers in my pussy. I wish I'd brought a vibrator with me." "I didn't know," Adam gasped, his attention fixed on the bulging cock-head while his own sister jacked his shaft. "I ... uh ... I've been thinking about you, too, Gil. I can't believe you've been having the same thoughts..." Gillian chuckled, a rich throaty blurt that bubbled out as she grinned at her brother. "We're just dirty, Adam." She squirmed while Adam held himself over her body on straight arms, Gillian's legs folding at the knees. "We're nasty, filthy pervs. I'm a dirty girl who deserves to get punished by your big cock." Gillian guided Adam's member to her opening, her hips jerking when the dome nudged her opening. "Oh God," the girl sighed, pulling her brother's head down for a kiss. "You're going to fuck me," Gillian squeaked, gape-mouthed with the shock of reality. "My brother ... You're really going to fuck it into me, aren't you?" Then Gillian gasped, back arching, pelvis lifting while her buttocks came off the bed. She kissed Adam hard, the blunt end of him splitting her open, his girth filling her. "Gil..." Adam gasped. "Jesus, Gillian, you're so bloody lovely." "And so's your cock!" the girl yelped, hips moving quickly. "I love it! I fucking love it, Adam! Give it to me. Fuck me with it. Smash my pussy." A sudden need to dominate his sister swept over Adam. He listened to what she had to say and decided he'd batter her tight cunt all she wanted. He lunged at Gillian, probing deep, thrusting hard enough to make the old bed groan and squeal in complaint at the robust treatment. Adam reached in with one hand and grabbed a handful of hair, yanking Gillian's face up so he could jam his tongue into her mouth. "Ow! Fuck!" the girl cried, any further words of protest forced back when her brother kissed her. Gillian's pelvis worked hard during that long and ardent kiss, her hips going up to meet the vehement downstroke of her brother's pistoning cock. "God, yes," Gillian gasped when the kiss broke. She bucked against Adam, eyes shining with delight. "That's what I wanted. That's just how I need fucking, Adam. That's it, babe." "I've been watching you, Gil," Adam grunted, his body pounding his sister's slim frame. "I've thought about fucking you ... There's a little hole in my bedroom wall. I can see into the bathroom. I watched you and wanked ... I've even thought about fucking mum..." A cry burst out of his sister. Gillian blurted a laugh and grinned at Adam with wide-eyed glee. "You filthy fucker," she squealed, fingers gripping Adam's upper arms while she forced herself harder against his cock. "You dirty bugger... "Mum...? You've thought about fucking our mother? Oh fuck, Adam," Gillian gasped. "That's so fucking rude." "Did you really fuck Alan?" asked Adam, cuprous jealousy rising hot in his throat like bile. "Yes," his sister moaned in response. "It was fantastic. I loved it." Anger at his father's friend rose inside Adam in a rush of volcanic fury. He thrust deep into his sister, intent on punishing her pussy for such sluttish behaviour. He rammed in again, pulling almost all his length free of Gillian's body before slamming home. The mental image he saw filled him with disgust: a lecherous perv with his hands all over Gillian's flawless skin. He pictured Gillian with Alan's cock in her mouth, the size of the man's erection grossly exaggerated in his mind's eye. "No," Adam grunted, pulling out ready to plunge into his sister once again. "I won't have it, Gil. You'll not be doing it with him again." "You're jealous, aren't you?" Gillian grunted before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she let out a low groan of pleasure. "When I said fantastic," she gasped, recovering slightly. "It was because he was so fucking grateful, Adam. You should have seen him; he couldn't believe it when he saw me naked. He kept banging on about how perfect I was. When I first took hold of his dick he squirted cum all over my tummy. "Oh fuck, Adam ... Do that again, babe. That's it," Gillian squeaked, her buttocks sliding back-and-forth over the bed. "Fuck it into me like that. Oh, Adam ... If you keep doing it that way, I'll come." So Adam kept on doing it that way. He went at his sister and muttered about her belonging to him. Adam gasped and grunted about how he didn't want his sister with other men. From now on she was his, exclusive to him, the pair of them lovers. "You don't mean it," Gillian groaned, pulling her brother's head down so his lips found her nipples. "It's just sex talk. You don't really want me for yourself." "I want to do this to you again," Adam snarled as he reared up, rolling his sister onto her side, his cock remaining wedged inside her. With Gillian's legs crossed at the knees, the mollusc of her fat-lipped pussy all plump in the concavity at the top of her thighs, with one hand on her pelvis, Adam fucked into his sister, his cock greasy with her desire on the outstroke. "This isn't over, Gillian. This is more than a one-off." "Do you love me," the girl whined, a hand between her legs as she rubbed her little button, her other hand braced against the headboard while her body rocked under the vigorous assault on her body. "Can you love me like that, Adam?" "I can love you," Adam sobbed, the surge rushing through his core. "God, Gillian ... Oh fuck ... My little sister ... I'm coming." The flood of ejaculate inside her set Gillian off. Her fingers worked at her clit, the climax boiling over. That was her brother muttering words of love. It was his cock inside her, his seed bathing her insides. "I'm coming too," mumbled Gillian, the words clotted and heavy. "Adam, I'm coming..." *** It was morning, past eight o'clock judging by the light behind the blind. Adam blinked, confused at first, the recollection making him jump round so he could verify it was his sister's bed he was in. The heaving of the mattress brought Gillian from sleep. "Mmm," the girl sighed. "Good morning, big brother." She smiled at Adam, the quilt up to her chin. "How do you feel today?" Good question, Adam thought. Just how did he feel after a night of incestuous sex with his sister? He quickly scanned the highlights, the memory of Gillian's agile body contorted into gymnastic puzzles bringing a flicker of arousal to his cock. Then he recalled the tenderness of their later couplings, words of love pouring from them both in the deep night sometime around two-thirty. Emotion swelled in Adam's chest. He reached for Gillian under the covers and found her body bare and warm. Suddenly erect, Adam kissed his sister's mouth, ignoring the sour morning breath when she blurted out a delighted yelp. "Is this how it's going to be from now on?" Gillian chuckled, her hand finding Adam's stiff length. "Duh-do you want it to be?" asked Adam, his voice hoarse with feeling. Gillian stilled abruptly, her whole focus zeroing in on the enormity of what they were discussing. "I ... I think so," she stammered, gulping. They lay there face-to-face, their eyes communicating all they felt for each other. "I love you, Gillian," Adam breathed, his face warming, embarrassed by the tender words and the new intimacy with his sister. "I love you too," Gillian sighed in reply. "It's weird," she added, "I can't believe so much has happened in such a little time. I feel like a different person, Adam." Adam nodded in agreement. "I know exactly what you mean, Gil. Our lives have changed. Overnight, literally." Gillian's throat worked before she asked, "Are we really going to be together? You know, like together?" "I hope so," Adam replied, his response tinged with uncertainty. "Don't you want to, Gil?" Her nod was emphatic, a relief to Adam when Gillian said, "I do. I really do." The girl shrugged and pulled a face. "I want to try anyway, Adam. I want it to be like it was last night." She rolled her eyes and grimaced. "Not the dirty, smutty bit at the start—although I do want that as well. Sometimes ... Okay, every day, but what I really want most of all is ... is ... is the love. When we made love it was just the best, Adam." Gillian's face reddened when she made the disclosure. She closed her eyes and pulled the quilt up over her head. "Oh shit," she said, the words coming through muffled. "Listen to me. I sound like such a soft bitch. Michaela and Karen would hate me if they heard me talking like that." Adam chuckled and gently eased the cover down to reveal his sister's tousled head. He kissed her mouth and ran his palms over her body, a hand going to the warmth between her thighs. "God, Gil, you're the loveliest, sexiest..." "And I need to piss!" the girl interrupted. "Now!" Adam watched his sister hurry from the bedroom, wonder at his body's response to her feminine shape squeezing him in that indefinite place somewhere between his guts and gonads. Desire for Gillian swelled his cock, the priapic jut clamouring for attention. He swept back the covers and padded barefoot along the corridor, catching his sister midflow, her water tinkling into the bowl. With her eyes fixed on Adam's face, Gillian didn't flicker. She pissed her stream and then delicately wiped herself with a swatch of toilet paper before flushing the lot away. "Get a kick out of seeing me piss?" Gillian asked, standing and smirking, fists on her hips. "Actually, yes," grinned Adam. He waggled his erection at Gillian. "But I was hard before I watched you do it." Nudging her chin towards her brother, Gillian responded with, "What are you planning to do with that?" "Maybe you could suck it?" "What? Now? After all the use it got last night? I should think not, Adam. We might love each other but I'm not putting that smelly thing in my mouth. Not until you've washed it, anyway." Adam laughed. "Tell you what," he said. "You sort out coffee or whatever and I'll have a quick shower." "What about we share a shower and then both get on with breakfast?" "Deal," Adam smirked. *** With the spray cascading over them both, Gillian knelt in the tub and sucked her brother's cock. Having him in her mouth thrilled Gillian. She loved the solid mass of him and the way he stretched her lips. The shaft was rigid in her hand, the heavy testes cupped in one palm while she slurped at Adam with an enthusiasm born of love and the desire to please her new lover. Snowed In She still struggled to fully appreciate it was actually her own brother she was sucking on. The invitation to join her in the bath had been a spur of the moment decision and it had gone very serious very quickly: she'd been in the bath and called for a drink. Adam had complied and then they were talking about their parents' situation, the awful threat of their divorce. After that, Gillian wasn't too clear on just what had happened. She recalled some quip about her brother having seen her nude, but then it got weird. The way he'd looked at her—all hungry and desperate, well, it had been a similar expression to the one she'd seen on Alan's face when she'd taken her clothes off for him. Gillian could recall the arterial burst of lust she'd experienced for her brother, but the invitation to join her in the water had come from nowhere. That he'd actually stripped and climbed in had shocked Gillian to her core. And the cock on him! In the shower, Gillian went to town. She gommed the cock-head, sucking at it so her cheeks went concave, her fist working Adam low down near his root, the length of her brother's endowment sufficient enough for her to get a good rhythm going with her hand while taking him some way into her mouth. "I can't get enough of you," the girl said, her voice raised above the hiss of the shower. She cranked her brother's cock and rolled the bell-end over her face in a lewd display of wanton behaviour. "I'm still horny, Adam," she squeaked, rubbing her excited clit. "I want to fuck all day." Gillian's hand worked quickly. She mushed her lips against Adam's big dome, blubbing and flubbing as it leaked pre-cum from its slit. "You're incredible," Adam grunted, gazing down at the pretty girl making such a fuss. "God, Gillian, I love you. I love you-I love you-I love you." And then jizm flicked out of him and landed in a thick rope across the bridge of his sister's nose and her forehead. That thick strand of gloop was washed away in an instant, with Gillian opening her mouth, tongue coming out to take her brother's cum. "Agh, fuck, Gillian..." Adam croaked, eyes shut tight, cords on his neck stark. "Dirty bastard," Gillian yelped, letting spunk dribble over her chin. "You came on my face! How fucking rude!" The girl laughed to take the sting out of her words. It wasn't as though she was any stranger to a having a man squirt jiz on her face. She let the water rush over her and then leaned in to slurp the final ooze from Adam's cock. "I'm hot for cock and you came," Gillian pouted, rising to her feet. She shook her head, admonishing Adam with her look. "What am I supposed to do now?" "Shower, breakfast, and then I'll lick you, dear sister," Adam said, grinning. He squirted shower gel onto his hand and proceeded to soap up his sister's torso and shoulders. "There's more to making love than me with a hard-on." At her brother's gesture, a rotating forefinger, Gillian turned a one-eighty. She purred when he massaged her buttocks with soapy palms. "And I don't think it'll be too long before I get hard again, Gil." His hands came up in front of Gillian as Adam went for her tits. "You're so bloody gorgeous you could raise the dead." "I love you, big brother," the girl murmured after swivelling to face Adam again. They embraced and kissed, Adam's cock already thick with returning ardour. "I've just realised what day it is," Adam said, leaning back so he could fully appreciate his sister's beautiful face. "What?" Gillian replied, puzzled. "Valentine's Day," Adam smiled. Gillian laughed and eased away from her brother. "Is it? How appropriate!" she trilled, rinsing her body clean. Gillian slid the curtain aside and stepped out onto the mat. "I would've got you a card," she quipped, "but we've been snowed in for two days." Adam nodded and grinned, reaching for the tap. "Me too," he said. "I didn't get you a card but I've got a present for you." Cocking one hip, Gillian eyed her brother, smirking. "Oh yeah?" Adam held up his hands and waggled his fingers. He stuck out his tongue and then glanced at the length dangling between his legs. "Yeah," he leered. "Fingers, tongue, and cock..." "You can have my body in return," Gillian replied, laughing at Adam's comedy antics. She yelped and giggled, fleeing when her brother growled and lunged. "Breakfast first, like you said," the girl called after grabbing a towel. "I want you strong for Valentine's Day, Adam. I promise you it's going to be one you'll remember." *** They knew when the power was switched back on because the television downstairs blared into life. Gillian looked down at her brother, his cock embedded deep inside her body as she rode him. "Real-life is coming back," she whined, her orgasm close. Adam held his sister around the brisket, his thumbs just below her high, tight tits. He helped her during the ascent, the girl's thighs flexing with effort, her long hair hanging down her back while Gillian's spine arched and she ground her pubis down hard. "I don't want this to end," she sighed, pelvis corkscrewing, her buttocks clenching, insides milking her brother's length. "I want it to be like this forever, Adam. I want it to be me and you, together. What's going to happen?" Gillian lunged forward, her hair a curtain around them both, her tongue searching for her brother's. "We'll get on with it," groaned Adam, his hands sliding over his sister's waist. He grabbed Gillian's hips and fucked up into her, the action bringing a great sob of pleasure from the girl. "As far as anyone else is concerned," he gasped, breaking off to add, "Oh, fuck, Gil, squeeze me again. God, babe, you're so tight... "As far as anyone else is concerned," repeated Adam. "We're the same as ever. We get on with it but meet whenever we can. I don't know how, my darling sister, but I want us to be together all the time. Leave it to me," he moaned, wincing when Gillian did the squeeze again, Adam's hands going to her breasts. He grabbed and mauled his sister's tits, revelling in the sheer pleasure of loving such a superb example of physical near-perfection. "Fucking hell, Gil, how did I ever keep my hands off you? What a body ... You're so bloody gorgeous." "You're not so bad yourself," the girl grunted, her hands masking her brother's. She held his fingers against her body, jerking her pelvis back-and-forth to make him grunt and wince. "Go back a bit," she said. "Go back to where we can be together. What do you mean? How?" In a quick and agile flip, Adam had his sister on her back. He lay between her legs, lifting them behind the knees as he spread her open to his liking. Then, watching his Gillian's body accommodating the length of him, Adam eased into her, all of his cock sliding in in one easy glide. "I don't know yet," Adam replied, leaning in for a kiss. Their tongues entwined, liquid squelching coming up from their conjunction as Gillian's body sluiced with desire. He fucked into his sister, the girl moaning and gasping while gazing at her brother's face, her expression glazed-eyed and heavy-lidded. "But somehow, sweet Gillian, we'll be together. I want you all the time. I'll be lost without you." "God, love me, Adam," sighed Gillian, her hips beginning to work faster. "Love me. Love me today and always. It's valentine's Day ... Love me." The tempo increased, the couple losing themselves in the intensity of their emotions and the pleasure their joined bodies gave them. Adam hooked his sister's knees behind his arms, her cunt uptilted and vulnerable. "Smash my little pussy," Gillian squeaked in the little-girl lisp. "Is my big brother going to split my cunt with his big dick?" "You're so bloody filthy," Adam growled, working hard to do exactly as his sister had so obscenely requested. "You're so bloody perfect," he added, moaning. The pair went at it, both striving for the peak, their needs and urges overwhelming. Finally, eventually, it was Gillian who got there first. The girl yelped and grunted, a sob bursting from her throat as she cried out in bliss. Gillian's writhing, gasping, juddering paroxysms and clenching pussy brought her brother along for the ride. Adam grunted and held himself up on straight arms, his whole length inside his sister while the big muscle worked and he pumped semen into the girl, the hot stuff pouring into her. Adam, spent, collapsed on top of Gillian, both of them gasping for breath, chests heaving and their hearts jack-hammering away. The man rolled off his sister, lying there on his back, an arm flung across his face. "Oh God ... Oh fucking hell," Gillian sighed. And then the telephone rang. *** They were in the lounge of their parents' home, the house where Gillian still lived. Gillian and her father were in the lounge, waiting for the drinks Barbara had offered. Mother and son were in the kitchen, with Barbara pouring generous measures of vodka into two glasses—one for herself and one for her daughter. "Beer's in the fridge as usual," she said to her son. "Help yourself, love; get one for your dad too, eh." Adam complied, popping the tab on a can before swigging heavily. Ice tinkled against glass and then Barbara splashed lemonade into both. She took one and sipped, resting her bottom against the kitchen counter, eyes on her son. "Thanks for taking Gillian to the cottage," the woman said. "It was a help," she added. "While me and your dad sorted out..." Barbara pulled a face and said, "Well, you know, while we talked it all through. I want you to know I appreciate it, Adam." Shoving away from the bench, Barbara went to her son and kissed his cheek. "Snowed in for four days, was it?" Nonplussed by his mother's physical proximity and the scent coming off her, Adam gulped and nodded. Avoiding his mother's eyes, guilt warming his cheeks, he stammered, "Yuh-yeah. Four days. No power." Adam glugged beer and, still unable to look into his mother's face, finished with, "Lucky the oil tank was full or we would have frozen." "Mm-hmm," Barbara responded, sipping her drink. "Your gran used to tell of some bad winters in the cottage. Your dad and me were stuck there once, too." "I'm glad you sorted it all out with him, Mum," Adam said, his eyes flicking to his mother's face quickly. "Whatever it was, I'm pleased it's done and dusted." "Valentine's Day," Barbara shrugged. "We sat down and went over everything that's happened between us. We had a good clear out, Adam. Thirty-five years of marriage left us with a lot of accumulated rubbish. There have been things done..." Adam's mother heaved a sigh and brought her wistful gaze up from the floor. "But we made our decision on Valentine's Day. I suppose we owe some of its influence to the way things have turned out for us. "Well, I won't bore or embarrass you with details. You're an adult; you know what life is like." Adam's head bobbed up and down. "Yeah," he drawled, going for nonchalance. "But, anyway, I'm pleased, Mum. It wouldn't be the same if ... if you and dad..." Barbara held up a hand, palm towards her son. "We're not," she said. "Everything's fine now." Barbara nudged her chin towards the door. "Shall we go through? They'll be wondering where we've gotten to." "Yeah, okay," Adam replied, picking his father's beer up from the table. He turned and was moving towards the door when his mother's voice stopped him. "You'll have to tell me later, Adam," Barbara murmured, "about whether or not you looked at your sister through that hole in the wall." She breezed past her son, her scent lingering in her wake. "It used to give me such a thrill when you watched me in the bathroom," Barbara added, leaving Adam gawping, his jaw dangling while his cock stiffened in automatic response. Snowed In While this story stands narratively alone, the characters, or most of them, were introduced in my story "A Week On the Lake," which you can find by clicking on my name above. You can also leave feedback there or comment here if you are so inclined. I spend just a bit more time developing things in that story, while this one kind of just skips to the juicy stuff. I make no apologies. It's cold outside and I needed to generate some heat. All characters are, of course, over eighteen. Oh and if you're squeamish about mixing just a little guy-on-guy stuff into your group sex casserole, then maybe this one (along with most of my other stories) is not for you. -MM * * * * * The sound of the running shower worked its way into my morning dreams and the idea of my Eva standing naked in the falling water drew me from my sleep. I shifted under the covers and my erection tented the blankets. I pulled the covers aside and rolled out of bed, reaching for my phone on the bedside table. Almost ten o'clock. "I love Saturdays," I said to our empty bedroom. There was a text message waiting, from Jack. Might as well take a quick look before I go fuck my girlfriend in the shower. Party canceled tonight, bro. Snow storm supposed to be a doozy. A doozy, I chuckled. That was a word I would have used. Jack was picking up some of my texting lingo. And that was a bummer about the party, too. Todd and Becky were in town, and tonight was going to be the first time we were all together again since camp. My cock twitched a little at the reminder of last summer's trip to Jack's family cabin on the lake. I had no idea if tonight's party was going to be anything like the partying we had done there on the lake, but I was certainly hoping. And so was Eva. I decided to hold off on replying until after I joined Eva in the shower. I took off my boxers and walked hard-cocked out of our bedroom and into the hall, where the bathroom door was cracked open, Eva's customary signal that she wouldn't mind some company. We'd only been living together for two weeks so far, and the novelty of fucking at all hours of the day in any part of the apartment had still not worn off. "Good morning, baby," Eva cooed when she heard the door swing open. I closed the door behind me and pulled the curtain back to see my girlfriend's naked bottom, shiny with the hot running water of the shower. She was quite a bit shorter than I, and when I slipped my arms around her midsection, my cock pressed against her lower back and my balls rested on the slopes of the top of her ass. I kissed the top of her head, her black hair was wet and fragrant with recent shampoo. "Mmm," Eva groaned as I slipped my hands up over her stomach and hefted the weight of her prodigious tits in my hands. She turned to her left and twisted her face around and I took her chin to bring her lips to mine, and we shared a kiss as hot water sprayed down on our faces. Eva's tongue shot into my mouth and I pushed mine back against hers as I felt her fingers wrap around the shaft of my cock. I got my hands back on her tits and squeezed them, pushing them together and feeling the hardness of her nipples against my palms. We broke our kiss to catch our breath and Eva smiled up at me. "I don't know about you, but I can't wait for the party tonight," she said, slowly stroking her hand up and down my painfully erect cock. "Actually," I said. "Jack said they're canceling. Snow storm is supposed to be pretty bad." "What, no!" Eva scowled and she actually shoved me, and I nearly slipped, but managed to steady myself against the shower wall behind me. "Hey!" I protested, chuckling. "I didn't cancel the party, Jack did!" "I know," Eva said. "I just really wanted to see Todd and Becky." "Yeah, same here," I said. She had a point. The last time we had seen them had been at their going away party, about a month after the lake. Becky had taken a job out of state, and Todd had gone with her, opting to take his chances finding a job on the fly. They were only in town this weekend because last night had been Becky's parents' thirtieth wedding anniversary, and she and her sisters had thrown them a surprise party. Jack and Sophie had decided to take advantage of the visit by having a party at their house tonight, inviting all sorts of people for a mid-winter blowout. With the party now canceled, who knew when we might get a chance to see them again before summer? "Let's have them over here," Eva said. She looked up at me, expecting agreement. "Move the party to our little apartment?" I protested. "No, not the whole party," she said. "Just Sophie, Jack, Todd and Becky. Go text Jack and tell him and Sophie to get over here before the roads get too bad. I'll call Becky." She turned off the water and flung open the shower curtain, reaching for a towel and leaving me standing there, stiff-cocked in the empty tub. She was out of the bathroom and back down the hall to our bedroom before I was even able to wrap a towel around my waist. * * * "We've got the air mattress, the couch, and even some extra room in our bed," Eva said into her phone. She was talking to Becky, and pacing around our room naked. I was waiting for Jack to confer with Sophie before sending me his answer. I pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and tucked my cock into them, still hard as I got dressed. "Don't worry about food, we've got plenty." Another pause. "There's plenty of parking behind the building, and Will and I can help shovel you out tomorrow before you have to get to the airport." My phone vibrated and Jack's text informed me that they would see us in a couple of hours, and that they would bring some of the food they had been planning on serving at the party. "Okay, see you then!" Eva chirped happily before ending the call. She looked over at me and I smiled, admiring her naked body and the damp hair clinging to her face and neck. Eva raised an eyebrow and grinned at me. "Why the fuck did you put pants on?" I had jeans on now, but I hadn't managed to button them yet. Eva crossed the bedroom and pushed my jeans down over my hips. She dropped to her knees in front of me and roughly pulled both my pants and underwear down to my knees, causing my cock to bounce up hard from its constricted position. Her mouth was on me in an instant and I closed my eyes and groaned as she went to work with her lips and tongue, sucking and licking my cock. She stopped her sucking and looked up at me, smiling. "I can't wait to watch you fuck Becky and Sophie tonight," she said. "Oh my god," I gasped. You'd have thought such an admission from my girlfriend would not surprise me at this point. The first time Eva and I had sex was during an orgy, surrounded by friends. That first time was just fun, really. I had only just met her, for one thing, and for another, she had Jack's cum all over her wildly bouncing tits. But no, the novelty of having a girlfriend who got off on group sex as much as I did had not worn off. And it's not like we had been completely monogamous for these last few months. We'd had more than one raucous night with Jack and Sophie since we had started dating. As excited as I was to indulge Eva's fantasy of watching me fuck our gorgeous friends, I was also excited to watch her sucking Jack's or Todd's cock the same way she was sucking mine right now. Eva had started the dirty talk, now it was my turn to continue the volley. "I can't wait to watch you suck Jack's cock while Todd fucks you," I said. Eva groaned onto my rod, sending a spasm of pleasure shooting through my body. She pulled her face away and looked up at me again. "What else do you want me to do?" "I want you to suck my cum out of Becky's pussy." She licked me, the flat of her tongue dragging up from between my balls and up the entire length of my cock. "Mmmm," she moaned. "Just as long as I get to watch you suck my cum off of Jack's cock again." Oh, and there was that, too. Before the lake last summer, I'd never seriously entertained the notion that my own sexual desires might run anywhere besides the strictly heterosexual, but as it turned out there had been a couple of brief moments, swept up in sexual frenzy, that I had perhaps experimented. Eva hadn't actually witnessed those events at the lake, but she had not raised any protest when those experiments had continued on our nights together with Jack and Sophie. "You know how fucking wet it makes me when you suck Jack's cock," Eva said. She didn't wait for me to respond, she took me back into her mouth and forced my cock deep, sucking powerfully and putting spots in my vision. "Well maybe tonight you'll get to see me suck Todd's cock, too," I groaned. Eva popped her face off of my cock again. "That's it," she said. "Fuck me right now." I finished kicking off my pants while Eva hopped up onto the edge of the bed, her legs and her pussy spread wide open in front of me. She grabbed my cock as I turned to face her and pulled me closer, nudging my purple cock head into her juicing slit. My cock was slick from Eva's sucking, and her pussy was visibly dripping her juices and I was able to sink inside her to the root on the first thrust. "Oh FUCK!" Eva cried. "Give me that cock!" I slowly began to pump in and out of her cunt, and Eva propped herself up, hands behind her on the mattress and thrust her big jiggling tits up in the air. Because of our height difference, it was difficult for me to suck on her tits at the same time I was fucking her, but that never stopped me from trying. Eventually I pulled my cock out of her soaking wet cunt so that I could lower myself enough to frantically lick and suck Eva's tits. I sucked hard on both of her nipples, and pressed her big tits together with my face between them. I moved down further still, and tasted my girlfriend's pussy, licking it from bottom to top and flicking my tongue over her clit while she bucked her hips on the bed. "Put your fucking cock back in," Eva growled. I stood back up and obeyed. I pointed the head of my cock at Eva's pussy and she helped guide me back inside the hot squeezing embrace of her cunt. I held onto Eva's thighs and lifted her butt up off the bed, slamming my cock deep into her pussy and filling the room with the sounds of my hips slapping into her ass. "FUCK!" Eva screamed. "Fuck me, Will! Harder! HARDER!" I watched her huge breasts bounce wildly as I drove my cock deep into her spasming pussy. Eva worked her clit with her fingertips, cursing and howling as I fucked her. I had been rock hard for almost an hour now, and I hurtled toward my orgasm relentlessly. "CUMMING!" Eva screamed. "FuckfuckfuckFUCK! I'M FUCKING CUMMING!" Her pussy clenched down hard on my cock just as my balls started to churn, an explosion of cum surged up through my cock and shot hard into Eva's pussy. I pulled my cock out of her, and dropped her legs, and she flailed on the bed, eyes closed, fingers still frantically working her clit. I jacked my cock while Eva trembled in orgasm. Thick white strands of cock cream exploded from my cock and shot across my girlfriend's body. When I finally finished spunking, Eva lay gasping for breath. My cum was leaking out of her pussy and splattered across her stomach and tits. I dropped down next to Eva on the bed and lay back, staring at the ceiling and catching my breath as well. My cock and balls were soaked with Eva's pussy juice and she was covered with my spunk. "Maybe another quick shower before people get here," I said and Eva giggled. * * * It was going to be one of those days, apparently. My cock never went soft, all through our shower. But with our bodies rubbing together and our hands all over each other, it wasn't a huge surprise that I would still be horny. It wasn't until I was finally bundled up for the elements that I forgot about my dick long enough to lose the bulge. I was shoveling the front steps of our building in anticipation of Jack and Sophie's arrival when Beth and Erica came trudging up to the building through the snow drifts, bundled up in so many layers all you could see was their eyes. I didn't know it was our neighbors from across the hall until they cheerily greeted me. "Hi, Will!" Beth said, hefting a back of groceries up the stairs past me. "Hi, Will," Erica's eyes smiled, even though I couldn't see her mouth under the scarf she had wrapped around her face against the cold. She was carrying a case of beer. "Supplies! Goddamn supermarket was a mad-house!" "Seems like it always is on these days, right?" I replied. Beth and Erica were roommates, and to the best of my knowledge, drinking buddies. They were a couple of years younger than me and Eva, no more than a year or two out of college. I helped them through the front door of the building and wished them a happy snowstorm. I may have also indulged in a brief fantasy of watching them undress from all of those layers, but that's neither here nor there. When Jack and Sophie arrived, and I helped them carry in bags of food and board games. Sophie had a crock pot of her atomic chili and my mouth started watering as soon as the doors of Jack's SUV opened. But it was brutally cold, and the snow was piling up fast. We rushed into the building and up the stairs, shaking snow from our shoes as we made our way down the hallway to my apartment door. "Fucking nasty out, dude," I said. "No joke," Jack said. "We almost got stuck on our street." "In the fucking Tahoe?" "Wonderboy here thought he could just blast right through our six-foot snow bank," Sophie said. "Yeah, yeah," Jack said, smiling. "We made it, didn't we?" "Hey guys!" Eva squealed as we shuffled into the apartment. She ran up and gave fierce hugs to both of them before they even had a chance to set down their bags. "I'm so glad you made it! Fucking snow. I was really looking forward to that party." "I'm actually relieved," Sophie said. "No party, no clean-up." Jack's girlfriend was a few inches taller than Eva, blond and stunning, even in heavy winter gear. My admiration was of course aided by the fact that I was very familiar with what she looked like naked. "Yeah, now we can fuck up your place instead," Jack said. Eva punched his arm and beamed up at him. Jack wasn't as tall as me, but Eva was short no matter what way you looked at it. "Becky and Todd should be here soon," Eva said. "As long as they made it out of her parents' driveway." "Are you kidding?" Sophie chuckled. "Her dad is a maniac with a snow-blower. He absolutely loves it." She paused. "For some fucking reason." I smiled and took the food from Jack and Sophie while they shed some of their outer layers. "By the way," Sophie said. "Nice place, guys, congrats!" "Thanks!" Eva replied for us. "It's not ideal living in one of these big buildings, but it's a start." She gave them the grand tour while I plugged the crock pot into a kitchen outlet and stole a quick spoonful of chili. Oh sweet Jesus, that's good. I returned from the kitchen in time to see the tall, auburn-haired Becky shuffling through the door. She was nearly as tall as Jack, and just a little taller than her boyfriend Todd, who followed her into the apartment. The three women shrieked with excitement for their reunion. Sophie and Eva crushed Becky with hugs before she could even put her bag down or unzip her coat. Jack reached out to shake Todd's hand, and pulled the good-looking blond man in for a hug. "Todd," I said, taking my turn embracing him. "Great to see you, bud." "Great to be back home," he said. Todd backed away and was immediately replaced by Becky, who having shed her coat, vaulted into my arms, and I stumbled trying to hold her up. Her big tits crushed into my chest and her lips went directly to mine. She kissed me firmly, but quickly, and she actually said "Muah!" when she broke contact. She smelled absolutely wonderful, and my cock started to grow remembering the fun we had shared at the lake. She unwrapped her legs from around my waist and jumped down, only to give Jack the same greeting. Eva hugged and kissed Todd, lingering just a bit longer on his lips than Becky had on mine, and she pulled her face away beaming. "I really miss you guys," Eva said. "We miss you too, sexy," Becky purred, and kissed my girlfriend with a heat and intensity that made the other recent kisses pale in comparison. Oh, this was going to be a great day. * * * Despite the early arousal at our friends' arrivals, we were all pretty well chilled by the weather, and we remained well insulated in sweaters for most of the afternoon, while we ate lunch, caught up on Becky and Todd's adventures away from home, and played card games and sipped beers. Later in the afternoon, I said nothing when I noticed Eva surreptitiously turning up the heat in the apartment. She saw me watching her and smiled, biting her lip, before dashing off to the bathroom to pee. After that, the card games and beer drinking continued, and the layers started to come off. Nobody was getting naked, but touches were beginning to linger and casual glances became heated stares. "Oh, hey!" Eva suddenly burst out. "I wanted to show you guys something!" We could tell by her tone that "you guys" actually meant just the girls, and Todd, Jack and I watched our girlfriends jump up and bounce down the hall to the bedroom. "Did you finally spring for the deluxe sex swing?" Jack nudged with a grin. "No way," I said. "Maybe she has a three-headed dildo hidden in there somewhere." "Well maybe we should go down there, just in case," Todd said, beginning to rise from his chair. "Sit your ass back down, Todd," Becky's voice came from the darkness of the hallway, followed by Becky herself, who strode back into the living room wearing nothing but a pair of green panties. I felt my jaw drop reflexively as my eyes locked on her big, gently swaying tits. Becky was followed immediately by Eva and Sophie, both of whom had chosen to match their friend's wardrobe, or lack thereof in this case. They came into the living room together and stopped in a line from shortest to tallest, little Eva with her huge boobs in pink panties, blond Sophie in baby blue underwear, and then Becky. "Holy shit," Todd said, letting himself slump back into his chair. "I thought it was getting warm in here," Jack said. Eva was the first to move. She crossed the room and planted herself in Todd's lap, and his hands were on her tits immediately. I only watched for a few seconds, because Sophie was suddenly in front of me, and I reached up to pull her down into my lap while Becky lifted her tits and pushed them into Jack's face. My cock was already pushing out against my pants, and Sophie pressed her crotch against it, and I could feel her heat through the layers of clothing that would soon be removed. I slid my hands up Sophie's thighs, over her hips and up her sides, stopping at her big tits. I squeezed them in my hands and pressed them together and leaned my face into the luscious globes, licking each nipple thoroughly. I sucked on Sophie's tits while she fumbled at my belt and the button of my jeans and whispered huskily in my ear: "I can't wait to feel your cock in my pussy again, Will." It hadn't actually been all that long since the last time Sophie and I had fucked. We were averaging out to once a month or so since Becky and Todd moved away that Jack, Sophie, Eva and I would get together. Just a few days before Eva and I had moved into this apartment, we'd gone out pub-crawling with Jack and Sophie and ended up spending the night at their house, but getting exactly no sleep. But all six of us knew what was going to happen tonight, and as the sun went down and the blizzard raged on outside, our real festivities began. * * * I watched my girlfriend pull Todd's pants down and start sucking his big cock. Todd pealed off his shirt and held Eva's head in his hands, working her mouth up and down on his quickly hardening rod. Jack had swapped places with Becky, and he knelt between her legs and pulled her panties aside so that he could get his tongue into her pussy. I watched all of this unfold with Sophie slowly dragging her tongue up and down the underside of my throbbing hard cock. When she reached the top, she swirled her tongue around my cock head, and when she got to the bottom, she took a little time to suck on one of my balls at a time. My pants were bunched up around my ankles and my unbuttoned shirt lay to either side of my bare stomach and chest. My cock pointed straight up in the air, slowly swaying while Sophie sucked my balls, then she worked her way back up my shaft and sucked me into her mouth. My hips bucked involuntarily, pushing the tip of my cock into Sophie's throat. She groaned, and pulled back, leaving my cock glistening with her saliva. Snowed In "Oh fuck that feels good, Jack," Becky cooed. Todd was vocalizing his satisfaction with Eva's sucking with wordless moans, punctuated sporadically with "oh yes" or "fuck yeah." My girlfriend had his cock fully hard now, and she sucked it enthusiastically. Sophie stood and took my hand and pulled me to my feet. I kicked away my pants and let my shirt fall down my back and stood in front of her wearing nothing but my socks. "Lay down," she instructed. I obeyed quickly, and lay down face-up on the carpet. Sophie squatted over me, lowering her pussy-damp panties to my face and taking my cock back into her mouth. I licked her through her underwear, tasting the essence of her sex in the fabric of her panties. I pulled the crotch of her underwear aside and gazed in awe at her pussy and asshole. "Oh my god, look at that beautiful pussy," I said and began to lick. I enjoyed the taste of Sophie's arousal for several leisurely minutes while she slowly sucked my cock, neither of us was frantic to make the other cum, but we sucked each other happily. I tongued her pussy, pushing it inside her to taste the heat and wetness. I even dragged my tongue a few times over her asshole, a move that made her squirm and squeal on top of me. She pulled her mouth off of my cock with an audible pop and her mouth was immediately replaced by another. I continued to lick Sophie's pussy while I tried to puzzle out who was sucking my cock. I knew right away it wasn't Eva. Her technique and the feel of her mouth were much too familiar to me now. The thought crossed my mind that it might be Jack or Todd, but a few seconds of contact let me know it wasn't a man. I smiled inwardly. Just a few months ago I would have been horrified at the idea of being able to tell if my cock was in a woman's mouth or a man's without looking. Now it was no big deal, and either way, I would have happily continued licking Sophie's pussy. So with Becky and Sophie taking turns sucking my cock, I decided to move into a position to better see what my girlfriend was up to. I rolled Sophie off of me and sat up and climbed back up onto the couch, sitting with my butt right on the edge and my cock pointing straight up in the air. As Becky and Sophie moved back in to trap my prick between their sucking mouths, I looked up to see Eva on her knees. She wasn't wearing panties anymore, and she had a hard cock in both of her hands. She was switching back and forth, sucking Todd then Jack and back to Todd again. The guys stood there looking down at my girlfriend, their hands resting on their hips and their hips pushed toward her face. Eva pulled them by their cocks closer together and she pushed both of their cock heads into her open mouth. My attention was once again captured by Sophie and Becky as they took turns sucking my cock. Whenever my cock was in Sophie's mouth, Becky was sucking my balls. After a minute or so, they would switch, and I'd watching in delight as they slowly worked their way in opposite directions up and down the sides of my cock. I was so fucking hard it was starting to hurt. As if she was reading my mind, Sophie stood up and took her panties off and Becky moved out of her way. Sophie climbed over me, her tits hanging just in front of my face. She reached down and aimed my cock at the opening between her legs and slowly lowered herself down, taking me fully inside her and letting out a long groan as my cock stretched the inner walls of her pussy and she clenched around me. "Oh fuck that feels good," she gasped, slowly rocking back and forth in my lap. I grabbed her tits and started to move my hips with her as Becky moved away from us and pulled Jack's cock out of Eva's mouth. I watched over Sophie's shoulder as Jack bent Becky over the arm of my recliner and pulled her panties down. He buried his face in her ass, licking her pussy and asshole before standing up and plunging his cock into her pussy. Sophie started moving a little faster, up and down in short but lengthening strokes on my cock. The heat and moisture of her cunt had me gasping in pleasure, and I squeezed her tits a little harder. Eva plopped down on the sofa right next to me and spread her legs wide apart, waiting for Todd, who pointed the swollen purple head of his cock down between my girlfriend's legs and buried it in her pussy. "Oh yeah, fuck her, baby," Becky cried from across the room. Her speech rose and fell with every impact of Jack's cock in her pussy. "I want to suck all of your cum out of her pussy!" "Oh fuck yeah," Todd groaned, and he began to pump faster, stuffing his big dick harder into Eva's pussy. I took a hand away from Sophie's breast and reached over to hold onto one of Eva's big heaving tits. "Give it to me, Jack!" Becky screamed. "Fuck me and fill my pussy up with your cum!" Jack had his hands on Becky's big swinging tits, using them as hand-holds so he could pound his cock deep into her cunt from behind. Sophie leaned closer to me, forearms on my shoulders and began to slam herself up and down on my cock. "I love your fucking cock, Will," she husked. "I want to feel you cumming inside me, baby!" It wasn't unusual now for any of us to call someone else's significant other "baby" when we were in the full frenzy of fucking. When Sophie had used the word with me for the first time a few months ago, I had looked up in worry across the bed to where Jack was pounding away into my girlfriend's pussy. Neither of them seemed to mind, and when I talked about it to Eva later, she had put my heart at ease. "I love you, Will," she had said. "And I love Jack and Sophie. You can call her whatever you want, and I got a little excited when she called you baby." I grabbed Sophie's hips and helped her slam herself up and down on my cock, watching in delight as her big tits bounced in front of me. "Oh holy fuck," Sophie cried. "I'm gonna cum, Will. Yes! FUCK ME!" The sounds and cries of six people in the throws of pleasure began to crescendo as we all approached climax. "Ride that fucking cock, Sophie!" I bellowed. "Give it to me!" Eva wailed. "Fuck me with your fat fucking cock!" "Oh fuck, Beck!" Jack cried. "Your tight little pussy feels so fucking good! I'm gonna fucking cum!" "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Todd gasped. He bellowed wordlessly and went board-stiff while Eva spasmed in front of him. "Gahhh! FUCK!" Eva screamed. "I can feel you cumming, Todd!" "Come on, baby," Sophie groaned. "Cum in me. Fill my pussy up so Eva can suck it out! Oh FUCK I'M CUMMING!" "AAAAAHHH! FUUUUUUUCK!!" Becky screamed with Jack bellowing behind her that he was cumming. My balls churned and tightened. Sophie's tits bounced madly in front of me. Eva quaked and rubbed her clit beside me while Todd spunked deep into her pussy. Sophie's pussy clenched hard on my cock and she went silent and trembled as an orgasm crashed through her body. My balls pumped hot jets of cum up through my cock and splattering off the inner walls of Sophie's sucking pussy. Over and over thick spurts of cream shot out of my cock and Sophie wailed and collapsed against me as the tail end of her orgasm receded. My vision slowly started to clear and I gasped to catch my breath, Sophie's chest heaving against mine. Becky and Jack disengaged, and Jack slumped down into the chair, his cock glistening with Becky's cum and pointing directly at the ceiling. Becky crossed the room and dove into Eva's pussy as soon as her boyfriend finished pulling his cock from her soaking wet snatch. Sophie climbed off my lap and took Eva by the hand, and the three girls tumbled to the floor together. Todd, Jack and I watched as our girlfriends locked mouth to pussy in a chain. Eva started sucking my cum out of Sophie's pussy, Sophie was drinking down the spunk that Jack had left in Becky's cunt, and Becky licked and slurped Todd's cum out of Eva's pussy. Eva pulled her face away from Sophie's pussy. "What are you guys waiting for?" I was still in the same position on the couch, my cock was covered in a mixture of my cum and Sophie's pussy juices. I knew exactly what Eva was waiting for us to do, and within seconds, it became clear that Jack and Todd were on the same page. We didn't form a chain. We took turns. We waited until our girlfriends had finished eating our cum out of each other's pussies, then Todd climbed up onto the couch and I opened my mouth and sucked his cock. It didn't feel like he had softened at all since spunking in Eva's pussy. I could taste Eva all over him. I sucked on the head of his stiff prick and worked the rest of his shaft in my hand. "Oh my god, baby," Eva moaned. She was leaning back against the other chair, slowly rubbing her own pussy. "That is so fucking hot." Jack got up from his seat and got down in front of me. He started sucking Sophie's pussy juice off of my cock, licking up and down my shaft and even tonguing my balls. None of our cocks ever had a chance of going limp. When I was finished cleaning the cum off of Todd's cock, and Jack was done with mine, Jack stood up and we watched Todd go to work sucking Becky's cum off of Jack's cock. The girls applauded when we were done. "Let's split up for a few minutes," Eva said. "Come on Jack, come to the bedroom with me." She took Jack's hand and led him back to where the girls had left their clothes. Sophie and Todd went in the opposite direction, and I heard them laughing as they tumbled onto the air mattress. Nobody closed any doors, but now Becky and I were alone in the living room. I stood up and took her into my arms and pressed her body against mine. My hard cock pressed into her stomach and her big tits pressed into my chest. I kissed her, and she returned the kiss fiercely. Our tongues danced together as our hands roamed each other's bodies. "I really, really miss you," Becky said when our mouths finally came apart. "All of you. We don't have any friends like you guys at home." Everything that had happened at the lake, at least for me, had started with Becky. She was the first person I had sex with after the messy break-up with Laura. I had been sorely disappointed when she showed up for the trip with a boyfriend in tow, but the week had turned into something I never could have expected, and Becky had been the one to give me the push I needed. And God, she was beautiful. "We miss you too, Becky," I said, lamely. She looked into my eyes, her fierce green irises sparkling. "I miss you," I amended. Her smile was immediate and she kissed me again. It was a long kiss and we took our time enjoying it. "So," she said when we had finally parted. "I really liked watching you suck your girlfriend's cum off my boyfriend's cock." "What a coincidence," I chuckled. "Watching you suck your boyfriend's cum out of my girlfriend's pussy is the reason my cock is still so fucking hard." "So where do you wanna cum next?" she said, backing away from me and posing with her legs parted and her hands cupping her perfect tits. I stared at her naked body, letting my eyes roam up her long legs, over her pussy and the tuft of red-brown hair she left groomed above it, over her tight tummy and those hard dark nipples. "On my tits?" she moaned, pinching her nipples and rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers. "In my mouth?" "In my pussy?" She reached down with one hand and pressed her middle finger into the warm folds of her dripping wet pussy. When she pulled her finger back out, it was coated in her juices, and she held it up to my face, where I eagerly sucked it into my mouth, tasting her delicious pussy on her finger. "In my ass?" She turned around and bent over at the waist, pulling apart her ass cheeks and giving me an unimpeded view of her pussy and asshole. She stood back up and turned around and smiled. I grabbed Becky by the shoulders and pushed her back onto the couch. She leaned forward and closed her lips around the head of my cock and started sucking me while she slipped her hand up and down my shaft. Once Becky had my entire cock coated with her spit, I knelt between her legs and licked her pussy from bottom to top, flicking my tongue across her clit before moving back down and sinking my tongue between her pussy lips and into the hot channel of her cunt. "Oh fuck, Will," she gasped. "I can't wait any more. You need to fuck me right now!" The other two pairs had already started fucking. I could hear Eva screaming at Jack to fucking give it to her deeper. Todd and Sophie were still giggling as they bounced around on the air mattress, but their giggles were separated by moans of pleasure and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. I gripped my cock around the base and stuffed the first half of it into Becky's pussy. "Your pussy feels so good, Becky," I groaned as I slowly pushed deeper inside her. "Stuff that big fucking cock in me, Will," she replied. "Oh my fucking God, I love your cock!" Now it was time for three couples to try to out-scream each other. No way the neighbors weren't going to know what was going on in here. "Oh holy FUCK!" Jack bellowed. "Get on that fucking, dick, baby! Fuck it! Yeah, fuck it!" Sophie howled with delight before screaming about how good Todd was fucking her tight little pussy. Eva commanded Jack to suck her fucking tits, right fucking now. Becky and I were not going to be outdone. I pulled her hips toward mine even as I drove mine forward, burying my entire cock inside her cunt hard with every stroke. I watched her big tits bouncing wildly and I could feel my balls bouncing hard off of her ass. "FUCK ME!" Becky screamed. "HARDER! FUCKING HARDER!" I muffled her yelling by slipping two fingers of my right hand into her mouth, and Becky sucked them hungrily. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and told her to roll over. Becky planted her knees on the edge of the couch and I slammed my cock back into her and produced a scream of pleasure. The screams from the other rooms were still louder. I pressed my saliva-wet middle finger against Becky's asshole and pushed it inside her. Without slowly down the constant pounding of my prick into her pussy, I reached beneath her body and rubbed my fingers on her clit with my left hand, while I slowly worked my right middle finger deeper into her asshole. Becky came. Hard. "JESUS FUCK!" she screamed as her pussy convulsed, painfully squeezing my cock and forcing me to stop fucking her. She slapped my hand away from her clit and moved forward, so that my cock popped out of her pussy. My finger was stuffed in her ass past the second knuckle, and I was afraid she was going to break it off. Her pussy dumped girl-cum all over my cock and balls, and down the inside of her thighs. She screamed the entire time. "FUUUUUUUUUUUCK! HOLY JESUS FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" She rolled over onto her back and held a hand over her pussy as more of her juices sprayed out between her fingers. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets and her face and chest flushed bright red. I jacked my cock hard and watched her thrash and cum in front of me. My balls began to boil, and just as Becky's orgasm started to come to an end, mine began. I leaned over Becky's panting sweaty body, holding myself up against the back of the couch with my left hand while I worked my cock in my right hand. "Oh fuck yes!" I moaned. "I'm gonna cum all over your fucking tits! Oh FUCK!" "Do it, baby," Becky encouraged, breathlessly, squeezing her tits together. "Stroke that big cock and cum all over these tits!" "Fucking FUUUUCK! Here's my fucking cum!" I roared. My cock exploded, and began shooting thick ropes of hot cock cream in long jets all over Becky's body. My balls roiled and my cock fired shot after shot of cum, leaving streaks of white dripping down Becky's neck, all over both of her tits, across her stomach, and even on her pussy. When my cock finally stopped spurting, I turned around and collapsed on the couch beside her. Our friends and significant others were all standing there. "Holy shit," Eva said and giggled. "That was fucking awesome." * * * We all put clothes back on after Eva finished cleaning my cum off of Becky's body. There was a big wet spot on the couch now from Becky's cum, but we maneuvered around it as we settled in to watch a movie. We ate bowls of Sophie's chili and drank more beer and slowly recovered from our intense afternoon. I sat in my seat beside the spot where I had fucked two women who weren't my girlfriend and reveled in the after-glow. It had already been a better time than either Eva or I had hoped for, and we were just getting started. "I can't fucking wait to go back to the lake," Sophie said after we had cleaned up from dinner. The snow was still coming down outside and the wind howled and caused the entire building to creak and shudder. "Me too," I said. "I really just need winter to be over, but yes, the lake sounds wonderful." "Has anybody talked to Felecia recently?" Jack asked. Felecia was the main reason Eva and I had met in the first place. While Felecia had been best friends with Becky and Sophie all the way back to high school, Eva she had met in college, and things would be quite a bit different for me if she hadn't brought Eva along last summer. Plus, Felecia was just as much of a freak as the rest of us. "Yeah," Becky said. "She wanted to try to make it here this weekend for my parents' party, but she couldn't get away from work. But she's doing great and she can't wait to get back out to the cabin with us again this summer." "Is she still hanging out with Robert?" Eva chimed in. "He was, er... fun." Becky laughed. "Yes he was, and yes she is. Although she's got a few other guys in the rotation too. Too wild for monogamy, that one. Maybe she'll bring a couple more of her boy toys with her this year." "Anybody bored of movie watching?" I asked. "Let's play some beer pong or something." "Fuck yes," Jack said. Jack wasn't really having fun unless someone was keeping score. I had a folding table in the living room closet that I'd been carrying around from one apartment to another since I was eighteen. Jack had even painted it with triangles at each end for the cups and a rather lewdly worded beer pong slogan across the middle. Seriously though, when is the word "balls" not funny? "Maybe we should go see if Beth and Erica are bored," I said to Eva. She gave me a look that said I was crazy. More company meant less fucking. But then she smiled. "They were bringing in a case of beer when I was shoveling," I offered. "I'll go see if they're up for it," Eva said, and left the apartment to knock on the door across the hall. Jack and I were done setting up the cups when Eva came back in, followed by Beth and Erica. Beth was the more outgoing of the two, and she greeted us with a "Heeeeey!" and a smile. She was pretty, with dark hair, green eyes and generously curved. Erica was taller than her friend by six inches, slender, blond and blue-eyed. She was even taller than Becky, just an inch or so shorter than Jack. She smiled and waved as she came in, lugging a case of beer in her skinny arms. I grabbed the beer from her and put it out on our little balcony patio to keep cold. Three or four games into it, Jack and I were still undefeated, although Becky and Erica had played us down to one cup before we came back for a close win. We laughed and drank beer freely, and Eva turned the music up just a little louder than maybe was perfect for an apartment building with people above and below. "Let's change it up!" Eva called out a game or two after Jack and I had finally been dethroned. "Who's ready put some stakes on this game?" "What kind of stakes?" Beth asked. "Articles of clothing, of course," Eva giggled. "We'll play with three cups instead of ten for faster games, and the losers both have to lose an article of clothing. Shoes and socks don't count." Snowed In "I am definitely in," Becky said, beaming. Todd, Jack and I quickly added our agreement. "I love it," Sophie said. "How about you guys?" Eva asked, looking at Beth and Erica. Beth and Erica looked at each other and shared a brief wordless conference before Beth turned back to the rest of us. "What are the teams?" "Me and you, baby!" Eva giggled and threw her arms around Beth. Sophie teamed up with Todd, and Becky with Jack, leaving me and Erica. "Ready to kick some ass?" I asked the tall, willowy blond. "These guys don't stand a chance," she said with an edge of fierce competitiveness that had so far tonight remained hidden. It seemed that adding some stakes had drawn out Erica's determination to win. Todd and Sophie squared off against Beth and Eva first, and they lost quickly. My girlfriend surprised us all by hitting every shot she attempted, and the first game was over in just two turns. Todd and Sophie both made a show of protesting their loss, but both were smiling as they pealed off their shirts. Todd only had one layer, and was now bare-chested, but Sophie had put her bra back on before dinner, and her beautiful tits were trapped in its cups. Next game was me and Erica against Jack and Becky, and without Jack on my team, I became useless. I didn't hit a single shot, and despite Erica's valiant effort, we lost. She gave me a dirty look before we took our shirts off, but I saw her smile just before her face was obscured by her shirt as she pulled it up over her head. Unlike Todd, I was wearing an undershirt. Erica's small breasts were wonderfully framed in her lacy bra. Next, the two previous winning teams faced each other in the battle of ping-pong balls and disposable cups. Jack and Becky seemed to have the game well in hand when Eva came storming back again for a last-second win. My girlfriend whooped and high-fived Beth, and they cajoled their beaten opponents as Jack and Becky took their shirts off. "Nobody's beating us tonight!" Eva taunted. "Who's next?" Erica stepped up to the table and looked back at me. "Let's go, dead weight!" she said, visibly pleased to be ribbing me. "She's sure got your number, Will," Jack laughed. "I guess we know which one of us was carrying the team, right buddy?" I made an obscene gesture in Jack's direction, but smiled at Erica as I took my place beside her to face my girlfriend and her roommate. This time, Eva made an uncharacteristic miss, and I made the one shot I needed to help Erica secure the win. "Shit!" Eva cried. "Just a setback, hun," Beth said with a grin. Eva took her shirt off, and I gazed happily at her tits, encased in a pink bra that looked like it was about to lose its battle to contain them. Beth, as it turned out, wasn't wearing a bra. She pulled her shirt up and her big boobs bounced naked on her chest as she tossed her shirt away. Sophie clapped and Eva whistled at her teammate. Erica and I celebrated our win with a fist bump, and waited for challengers to step up to the table. Todd and Sophie played poorly. I'm not sure which of them was more distracted by Beth's tits, but thankfully, Beth was behind me, so I was only looking at the cups. Well, okay, Sophie standing there in jeans and her bra was a bit of a distraction too, but I held it together and Erica and I were soon celebrating another win while Sophie and Todd took their pants off. Sophie looked wonderful in just her underwear, and there was a noticeable bulge growing in Todd's boxers. I was beginning to feel a tightening in my shorts too. * * * Todd and Beth were both at a disadvantage of one article of clothing fewer than the rest of us, but it was Todd that ended up naked first. He pulled his boxers down and his big cock bounced up and pointed straight out in front of him. Sophie had just unsnapped her bra, and I watched her tits sway as she reached over to grab Todd's cock briefly. By now, Becky and Jack were the most dressed. They'd only lost a single game, and only removed their shirts. I was down to just my boxers, which were doing nothing to hide the presence of my persistent erection. Erica had just her panties on, and I couldn't stop myself from ogling her body every chance I got. Not that there wasn't plenty to look at by now. Beth was also wearing just panties, and next to her, my girlfriend was down to her bra and panties. Becky and Jack took every opportunity to taunt the rest of us, but their celebrations didn't survive their next game against Eva and Beth. They took off their pants and made way for Erica and I to face the winners. We lost too. Well, at least I wasn't the first one naked. I took my underwear off and stood up with my cock pointing proudly up in front of me. Erica slowly pushed her panties down and kicked them away. She smiled at me as Todd and Sophie took our place. After a just a few more games, the only people with clothes on were Jack and Becky. Becky looked incredible in just her panties. Her big tits defied gravity and swayed gently as she moved. Jack's cock was pushing out against his underwear enough to lift the waistband away from his stomach. Despite having basically beaten the rest of us, they opted to keep playing, and they lost. "Now what?" Beth asked. We were all naked. My cock was painfully hard, and it was apparent that Todd and Jack were both in a similar condition. "Losers go down on winners," Erica said, to everyone's surprise. We all looked at her and she blushed, but she didn't back down. "This is going to happen, right? Do you guys really think nobody heard the six of you earlier? I bet there isn't a single person in this building who doesn't know you guys were all fucking each other's brains out a couple hours ago." I felt a hand wrap around my cock and I looked down to see Eva smiling up at me as she slowly stroked my rod. I leaned over and kissed her and gave one of her glorious tits a squeeze. "Okay," I said. "Everybody good with that? Losers go down on winners?" One of our teams was just girls. I knew that my girlfriend and Sophie and Becky were not shy at all about eating pussy, but none of us had any idea how Erica and Beth would feel about it. "Let's do it," Beth said. "Same teams?" I looked at Erica and she smiled. "That's fine with me," I said. We all agreed, and play resumed. With the stakes so much higher we added a couple more cups to each game to make it a more interesting contest, having already accomplished our goal of getting each other naked. Erica and I faced Jack and Becky for the first contest. It was very difficult to focus on my shots with a naked Erica beside me and naked Becky and Jack across from us. Becky's incredible tits bounced delightfully every time she took a shot, and she wasn't shy about bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet while I was lining up for mine. Erica's razor focus was ebbing as well. We lost. It was close, but we lost. Becky squealed with delight and bounced over to the couch, where she sat down and spread her legs open. "One of you get over here and suck my pussy!" I smiled and happily took a knee in front of her and licked her pussy from bottom to top, enjoying the moans that escaped her in response. "Oh yes, Will," she groaned. "Eat my pussy good!" I concentrated on giving her pleasure, working my tongue over her pussy lips and clit, drinking in the taste of her juices and making her squirm on the couch. Jack sat down beside her Erica was on him without hesitation. I listened to the sounds of her sucking as Jack moaned encouragement. "Oh my god, Erica, that feels so good." Erica stopped sucking long enough to say, "You have a really nice cock." Behind us, Todd and Sophie started their game against Eva and Beth. I was just starting to get Becky's breathing going hard when Eva called over to us. "Okay guys! Time to switch!" I pulled my face away from Becky's pussy and Erica pulled Jack's cock out of her mouth. "Excuse me?" she looked back at my girlfriend. "Time to switch," Eva repeated. "Losers go down on winners, right?" Her smile was full of her delightful wickedness, and I loved her for it. Besides, it's not like I had never sucked Jack's cock before. I stood up and we all waited to see if Erica would continue. She was still staring at Eva with an unreadable expression and the silence in the room was becoming awkward. Then Erica broke into a grin and winked at my girlfriend before quickly moving to the side and gluing her mouth to Becky's pussy. The rest of us sighed in unison relief. The game continued, and Jack laced his fingers behind his head and leaned back, leaving his big cock pointing straight up in the air, glistening with Erica's saliva. I got back down on the floor and sucked the head of his cock and wrapped my right hand around his shaft. "Oh my god, that is so fucking hot," Beth said behind us. "I fucking love when they do that," Sophie and Eva said at the same time before exploding into a fit of giggles. "Oh yeah, Will," Jack groaned. "Suck that fucking cock." I worked his big cock in my mouth while Erica noisily sucked and slurped at Becky's pussy beside me. I am not really sure how long we went on like that before Eva announced it was time to stop. "But we didn't even cum yet!" Becky protested. "Plenty of life left in the evening, sweetheart," Todd said helping his girlfriend to her feet and kissing her. I let go of Jack's cock and we both stood up. Beth and Eva took our places on the couch, and Todd and Sophie went to work eating their pussies. The rest of us watched, content to let the game play out, not in a hurry to climax our pleasure. My girlfriend squirmed happily for a few minutes while Sophie and then Todd licked away at her pussy. Beth enjoyed the attention to her own pussy with vocal approval. The winners played against each other, and after a few minutes, Jack and Becky were back on the couch as Eva and Beth enthusiastically took turns sucking them. Erica and I beat Todd and Sophie, and we didn't wait for the others to finish. Sophie got right down and started sucking my cock where I stood, and Erica lay down on the floor to give Todd unhindered access to her pussy. "Oh fuck yeah," I gasped as Sophie worked my hard prick in her mouth. "You suck my cock so good, Sophie." Eva made sure to tell Todd and Sophie to switch after she and Beth stopped sucking Jack's cock and Becky's pussy. They watched for a few minutes as Todd sucked my cock and Sophie licked away at Erica's pussy. "Oh my god," Erica wailed. "I'm cumming! Holy shit! Gah!" She bucked and trembled on the floor as Sophie happily sucked her cumming pussy. "Okay, enough fucking around," Becky said. She pulled her boyfriend to his feet, and his mouth popped off my cock as he stood. "Fuck me right now, Todd." She placed her palms down on the game table and Todd stepped in behind her and slowly eased his cock into her pussy. "Will," Erica said. I looked away from Todd and Becky to see Erica still on the floor, but propped up on her elbows. Her legs were spread apart and I could see the juices of her pussy glistening between them. Her small but perfectly round tits stood up pert on her chest. "Fuck me," she said. After a second, she looked at Eva with concern. "I'm sorry, Eva! I was just so fucking horny I got a little caught up in the moment!" Eva smiled and got down on the floor beside her. "It's okay hun. Do you want Will to fuck you?" "I really do," Erica said. "Is that okay?" "Of course it is," Eva said. "What do you think, Will? Do you want to stuff that big fat cock in this pretty little pussy?" She slipped her fingers over Erica's clit, making the slender blond tremble with pleasure. I didn't need any more encouragement. I got down on the floor and pointed my cock down at Erica's pussy, and she moved her hips toward me. My throbbing purple cock head slipped between Erica's slick inner pussy lips and we gasped together as I sank inside her. "Oh my god it feels so fucking good!" Erica wailed. "Do you like my boyfriend's big cock in your pussy?" Eva cooed. "I fucking love it!" Erica cried. "Fuck her, baby!" "Oh yes, fuck me! Fuck me, Will!" I lifted Erica's hips up off the floor and pumped my cock slowly, but firmly in and out of her pussy. Every stroke caused her little tits to bounce on her chest and produced a hard grunt from my pretty neighbor. Behind us, Becky was beginning to shriek and scream with pleasure as her boyfriend fucked her hard. I could hear the impacts of his hips against her butt as he pounded her pussy with his cock. To my left, Jack was sitting on the couch again, and Beth was slowly lowering herself onto his cock as Sophie sucked on her tits. Jack's big cock began to disappear inside my other neighbor as I began to increase my pace on Erica. "Oh my fucking GOD!" Erica screamed. "Fuck me harder! I'm gonna fucking cum already! Yes! AAAAAHHHH!" Erica's pussy squeezed my cock and I was forced to pull out of her while she came, bucking hard on the floor in front of me. My cock was waiving in the air, covered in her pussy juice. Eva quickly sucked my cock clean of Erica's juices, and rolled back onto the floor beside our neighbor. I moved to the side and quickly buried my cock in my girlfriend's pussy. "Oh fuck oh fuck, Will, it feels so good!" "Your pussy feels so good, baby!" I groaned. I locked my hands on her huge tits and fucked her hard while Erica recovered beside us. "Holy FUCK!" Becky screamed. "Holy JESUS FUCK!" Todd bellowed with her as he emptied his cum deep into her cunt. Sophie and Beth were taking turns frantically riding up and down on Jack's cock while he happily played with their tits and grunted about how good their tight little pussies felt on his fucking cock. Todd and Becky both stumbled to the couch beside the threesome, and Beth broke away to start sucking Becky's cum off of Todd's cock. Becky moved in between Jack's legs and started licking his balls and the exposed portion of his cock while Sophie's pussy juices oozed down into her mouth. I fucked Eva until she was shrieking that she was cumming, but I still wasn't ready to cum myself. I pulled my cock out of her and stood up. Erica rolled over and planted her mouth on Eva's pussy, swinging her legs over Eva's head as she did, presenting my girlfriend with her own pussy. They fell to sucking each other and I moved to the couch where Beth was slowly lowering herself onto Todd's freshly hardened cock. She leaned over and caught my cock in her mouth as she started to grind her ass against Todd's hips with his cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. She sucked Eva's cum off of my cock, muffling her own cries of pleasure as she fucked Todd. I pulled my cock out of Beth's mouth and Becky was quick to take over, leaving Sophie to ride Jack's cock and Beth to howl and cum all over Todd's cock. Eva and Erica were rolling around together on the floor, sucking each other's pussies. Becky and I settled in beside them and Becky sucked my cock back into her mouth. "Oh fuck, yeah," I moaned. Kneeling on the floor, I watched Becky move up and down on my cock, sucking the entire thing into her mouth every time. With an audible pop, Becky pulled her mouth off of my cock and rolled back onto the floor, spreading her legs apart. A small dribble of Todd's cum oozed out of her pussy and I pushed it back inside her with the tip of my cock as I buried it in her cunt. "Oh my fucking god!" Becky screamed. "Don't stop fucking me until you cum, Will! Fill my pussy up with your cum!" I reached down and grabbed one of Becky's big heaving tits and started furiously fucking her soaking wet pussy. "Oh FUCK!" Beth screamed. "Oh Jesus FUCK!" Sophie countered. "FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!" Becky added. Her sucking pussy covered my cock with her cum and my balls began to boil as the pleasure crashed over me. "I'm gonna fucking cum," I roared. "I'm gonna FUCKING CUM!" Hot spurts of spunk blasted up from my balls, through my cock and deep into Becky's spasming pussy. We screamed together, letting the entire building know that we were cumming hard as my cock continued to fire ropes of cum into her cunt. I collapsed into Becky's chest, and reveled in the feeling of her tits mashed into my chest as the final gobs of cock cream flowed out of me into her pussy. Todd was cumming in Beth's pussy and Jack followed shortly behind us, filling his girlfriend's cunt with a huge load of his cum. I rolled off of Becky so we could both catch our breath, and watched in amazement as the girls all moved around, switching places as if we hadn't been fucking and sucking each other all day, but had only just begun. Beth planted her pussy directly on my mouth and I started to taste the mixture of her cum and Todd's as I obediently sucked her pussy. I couldn't see who it was that started sucking my cock, but my flagging erection started to grow again in that hot sucking mouth. I reached up to hold onto Beth's tits as I sucked Todd's cum out of her pussy and quickly made her cum all over my face. When she rolled off of me, I discovered Erica sucking my cock, while Jack fucked her pussy from behind. Sophie and Becky were sucking the cum out of each other's pussies, and Eva was encouraging Todd to stuff his fat fucking cock in her pussy right fucking now. Beth took my hand and I sat up and moved back from Erica. My cock slapped against my stomach when it popped out of her mouth, and her muffled cries of pleasure now became thunderous screams of glee. "Holy fuck, Jack!" Erica wailed. "Your fucking cock is so fucking big! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Beth directed me to the couch, where I sat and watched as she climbed onto my lap and impaled herself on my cock. "Oh fuck, it feels so good, Will!" I held onto her tits as she began to slam herself up and down on my cock. "Of fuck yes, Beth," I cried. "Ride it. Fuck it! Fuck that fucking cock! Your pussy feels so fucking good!" "Fuck me, Todd!" Eva wailed. "Fuck me and cum in my pussy!" Jack slammed his cock into Erica's pussy while she howled into Becky's cunt. I started to lift my ass off the couch to meet Beth's strokes, driving my cock as deep into her pussy as it could go. Her cum was running freely down my fuck-rod and quickly covered my balls. I squeezed her big tits and Beth began to scream that she was cumming. "AAAHAAAAAAGH!" Beth wailed. "Oh fucking FUUUUUUCK!" My aching balls somehow began to churn for another cum. I watched over Beth's shoulder as her pussy clenched and squeezed my cock while her orgasm silenced her cries of delight and she lost her breath. Across the room from us, Jack had pulled his cock out of Erica's pussy, and now she and Becky were kneeling in front of him as he jacked his prick. He bellowed wordlessly as white strands of cock cream began to jet from the bulbous purple head of his long thick cum cannon. He directed the streams of spunk into Becky's mouth and then Erica's. When he was finished, the girls pressed their mouths together and shared a sloppy kiss while Jack's cum spilled down their chins and onto their tits. I was quickly hurtling toward the edge of my orgasm, and turned my head enough to see that Sophie was on her hands and knees, screaming into Eva's pussy as Todd slammed his cock hard into her cunt from behind. When they were done cumming together, Eva rolled Sophie onto the floor and began to suck Todd's cum out of her pussy. Finally my balls exploded, and with Beth still cumming all over my cock, I started shooting my hot load deep into Beth's pussy. "Ahhh, fuck, Beth," I groaned. "So fucking good!" I slumped back into the back rest of the sofa and Beth dropped her chest into mine, pressing her big tits against me and breathing deeply, now that her orgasm had finished thrashing through her body. Snowed In "We need to do this more often," she gasped. "I'm so glad you guys came over," Eva said, plopping herself down next to us. She kissed me, and I tasted Sophie's pussy and Todd's cum on her lips. * * * "That is a lot of goddamn snow," Jack sighed as we surveyed the parking lot, trying to determine which mound of white contained Becky and Todd's rental car. We'd had almost no sleep, but the storm was over, and the sun was out, and Becky and Todd had a plane to catch. So we started shoveling. Snowed In This is for Ann-M, because your obsession with Ian will never be far away :-) ***** Tom was not having a good day. The radio had just announced that the only main road in the area was closed until further notice due to the huge amount of snow that had fallen in the last four hours. Four hours wasted, instead of making tracks and getting away from this backwater little town and its isolated conference facility, he had been stuck in a boring conference on the ethical uses of IAN - Isotopic Aerated Nalcohol. It was a new product the company had developed but as yet was banned for public use because of some of the side effects the gas had when combined with other influences. IAN had been developed to be a substitute for dry ice in cocktail drinks to give the smoky effect without any harmful risks, the trouble was it effectively provided a short term enhancement to the effects of the alcohol in the drink and one cocktail could have you singing naked in the street if you weren't too careful. The conference didn't have enough material to be interesting for fifteen minutes but a professor of eggheads had somehow drawn it out for 4 hours and twelve minutes - Tom had looked at his watch for almost every single one of them. One of the interesting facts he picked up was if IAN was released normally it was as a super-cooled gas to create the dry-ice smoky effect, if however it was released in very small amounts in a steam environment the effect was roughly equivalent to that generated by Viagra - another reason why the government authorities had decided to withhold the licence to distribute the gas. Even if the whole of the companies legal department were currently working to get a limited release form approval. The only other person Tom knew at the conference was Ann, she was one of the sales reps and had brought along the samples of IAN for the static display, an array of glasses with different colored water and a generous fog of IAN softly floating from the half full glasses down over the display table. Ann was quite pretty, early thirties, slim figure with long dark hair pulled back into a single pony tail going half way down the back of her suit jacket. There was some talk that she had been a professional dancer some time back before she joined the company, she certainly had the figure for it and she carried herself with a confident grace almost gliding as she moved. Tom hadn't been with the company long, three months next week but he had heard a few stories about Ann from some of his other male colleagues. Ann over the years had been hit on by most of the men in the office, always the same polite gentle let down. She had never even fallen foul of the office Christmas party where the booze was free and the lights were very low. The bitter conclusion never openly spoken was that Ann just wasn't into men. Such a shame Tom thought as he smiled and held the door of their hire car open for her to climb into. Ann threw the small sack of sample canisters on the backseat as Tom moved around to the driver's side. The road was already heavily covered in snow and within ten feet Tom was wishing they had set off hours ago and avoided the worst of the weather. Still the hotel was only a mile away and a couple of cars had left already leaving fresh tracks in the snow for him to follow. Ann was pleasant enough to Tom and they had got along pretty well on this trip so far, from the few hours in the car they had spent together he had formed a few more assumptions of the dark haired beauty sitting beside him as he drove. One, she was definitely not single, but she was also very private about it. Her phone had rung three times when he had been around and she either let it go to voice mail or answered it with a very short "I will ring you back later." She didn't give anything away. Two, she was very focused and hated wasting time. She usually spoke her mind but did it in a calm and affectionate way, probably one of the reasons for her success in sales. And three, she had considered the whole conference just as pointless and frustrating as Tom had. Twenty minutes after leaving the conference Tom pulled into the car park of the small hotel, collecting his overnight bag from the boot he offered to take Ann's bag to reception while she went to return her forth phone call. Ann's smile and brief nod enough for the junior Tom to sling her bags over his shoulder and head off to the reception while she began a quite conversation in the snow. Tom was checked in and had just been handed his key when Ann appeared in reception, face slightly red from the cold and biting conditions outside. It got even redder when the reception informed her she wasn't on their list, and there were no more rooms available. Some guests had re-booked for extra nights because of the conditions and the hotel was unusually at maximum capacity. The usually cool and calm Ann was rapidly becoming irate, "How the hell can I not be on the list when you have just checked in my colleague" Ann was ranted pointing at Tom as he stood waiting to see the outcome of the debate. The receptionist checked and double checked the computer, apologizing once again but confirming that there was no booking made for her, and as it stood there were no spare rooms. There were a number of people in reception now and a queue forming behind the irate Ann, the argument was going nowhere and after being told for the umpteenth time Ann stomped away from the reception tears welling in the corner of her eyes. Tom sighed and held his hand out towards Ann as she walked towards him to collect her bag, his room key dangling from his extended fingers. "You take my room, I will sleep in the car or maybe get drunk in the bar and curl up on one of the sofas" Tom told her with a small smile, "but it will cost you dinner." Ann was a bit taken aback, surprised by the generous offer from Tom and for once she was a little lost for words. She managed to blurt out a thank you and returned his weak smile with a more hearty sincere one. Ever the Gent, Tom carried Ann's bags up to her room and asked if he could leave his own bags there and possibly use the shower later providing it wasn't any trouble. It was the least Ann could do as she took the bags inside and Tom turned to head off to the bar while she got settled into the room and sorted herself out. The hotel was quite a small one, with just sixteen bedrooms, a restaurant, a bar and a lounge/reception area, the building was an old Tudor lodge, with dark timber beams throughout and walls that seemed to be off at strange angles so nothing seemed to be perfectly straight. As Tom walked to the bar he found the low ceilings and slanted floors quite a challenge and he couldn't help but think after a few drinks the corridors of this place could be lethal. Tom was half way through his second pint when Ann arrived in the bar, refreshed and redressed, she was changed out of her charcoal grey business suit and was wearing tight fitted jeans and a powder blue cashmere jumper with a thick wide neck showing a hint of cleavage. Her hair loose with a slight bounce and curl to it falling just below her shoulders. Ann ordered a glass of white wine indicating to the barman where she was sitting and just like that she was back to her usual confident self. She took a seat next to Tom on a table near the open log fire, heat radiating from the glowing embers as the crackle and pop noises filled the gaps in conversations around the bar. "You look very nice" Tom commented as Ann sat down at the table, "I don't think I have ever seen you out of your work clothes!" The comment instantly brought a smile to Ann's face and a grimace to Tom's as he quickly tried to cover the double edged meaning but just made it sound worse with each explanation. Eventually Tom just stopped talking and took a big swig of his drink, Ann was still amused and her mood was considerably better than it had been all day. Maybe the Ann out of hours was a little more relaxed, maybe it was because she didn't have to worry and stress about the room but she was warm and smiley and was genuinely enjoying Tom's company. The barman delivered Ann's wine along with a couple of menus, lingering slightly too long at the table before hustling quickly back behind the bar. Tom had noticed that the guy had clearly been staring down Ann's top as she sat leaning forward looking at the menu. Suddenly feeling he was missing out a little but deciding he had already made enough of a fool of himself with his previous comments. "So do you get that kind of attention a lot then?" Tom asked in an attempt to shift the conversation away from his earlier transgression. Without even looking up Ann responded "It has its advantages, and it never hurts to allow others to think they have one over on you, especially if the need arises when you want something back from them." Tom couldn't help but laugh, she knew exactly what she was doing and was quite open about using what she had to her advantage. Ann summed it up with a simple "they get something - I get something, everybody's happy." "I'm starving, would you like to eat here or move somewhere else?" Ann asked. Once again she gave Tom a full on smile as she delivered the last part of the sentence. Tom wasn't sure what the hell she meant by somewhere else - he had assumed she meant the restaurant but from that smile he wasn't sure if she now meant room service! Tom swallowed and said the restaurant looked good, standing and picking up both of their drinks. Ann smiled warmly standing to join Tom, before crossing the bar area towards the restaurant with Tom in her wake. The pair were seated at a small table with a view over the snow covered gardens. The floodlights lighting the snow brightly against the contrast of the darkening night sky. In the last couple of hours the snow had really fallen heavily and the weight of snow on the trees was beginning to bend the branches as it accumulated. The temperature was also dropping rapidly, indications were it would reach around -6 degrees tonight. Ann and Tom enjoyed a pleasant meal, sharing a bottle of wine. Ann called for the bill just before 11pm. Just as they left the restaurant one of the side doors to the garden was opened by a member of staff and a bitter icy wind blew straight threw the small corridor chilling both Ann and Tom from the short exposure. Whether it was the wine or the conditions outside Ann suddenly felt really bad about letting Tom sleep in the car. In an uncharacteristic spur of the moment decision she offered Tom the sofa in the room reasoning after all it was his room. Five minutes later Tom found himself searching through the wardrobe looking for a spare blanket while Ann used the bathroom to clean her teeth and wash. Tom had no joy with finding either spare blankets or a pillow and by the look of the tiny sofa he wasn't going to be getting a good night sleep anyway. There was a hiss of an aerosol can followed by a mumbled expletive in the bathroom before Ann emerged wearing one of her mind blowing smiles. "Bathrooms all yours" she said heading over to her bag. "I can't find any spare bedding" Tom told her with an apologetic shrug. Ann paused at her bag considering what Tom had just said. After a moment she looked at him before nodding as if she had reached a decision. "The bed is big enough for both of us, but I warn you now I'm not a pretty sight to wake up to." It was as simple as that as far as she was concerned concentrating back on her bag looking for her nightwear she had packed. Tom grabbed a clean pair of boxers and his wash bag and headed into the bathroom for a shower and to get changed. The bathroom air smelled faintly of vanilla he thought as he turned the shower on and the water quickly heated up. Slipping out of his clothes Tom jumped in the shower and let the hot steamy water wash the long day from his tired body, emerging a few minutes later feeling refreshed and slightly happier than he was anticipating, and by that it meant Tom was sporting the early onset of a hard on. As he quickly dried himself he grew and stiffened until by the time he had toweled his legs dry he had a full hard on standing proudly to attention. Tom was mortified - how was he going to explain this, obviously he was attracted to Ann, she was gorgeous but he was sure she hadn't planned on sharing a bed with him and his portable tent pole. He desperately tried not to think about her hoping it would subside and soften enough for her not to notice it under the thin tight boxer shorts he was planning on sleeping in. A quick glance down and it was obvious to Tom that if Ann looked she would definitely notice it, but he couldn't stay in the bathroom all night either. Grabbing his clothes and a towel he covered himself as best he could and left the bathroom. The lights in the room were off apart from the two bedside lights which were soft and cast a few shadows around the room. Tom thanked his luck as skirted around the bed dropping his clothes on his bag before quickly getting under the duvet and finally losing the towel. Ann didn't pay him any attention but casually flicked through the channels on the hotel TV. Tom however as soon as he was safely in bed noticed Ann big time. Ann was sitting in bed with the duvet pulled up to her waist, her top half covered in a dark blue negligee with very thin straps going over her shoulders. The outline of her curves firmly pressing against the silky fabric and a delicate pattern along the top edge of the negligee contrasting against her lightly tanned smooth skin. Tom was very pleased to be covered with the duvet as his erection returned with full strength as the glimpse he just had. Tom stared straight ahead to avoid letting his eyes linger anymore over Ann's shapely breasts. Looking ahead was even worse, Ann had flicked through the channels and had stopped at one of the preview late night call channels. 36 inches of a busty model called Britney bouncing up and down on the screen mauling a breast with one hand and waving a phone at the camera with the other - "Call me and tell me I'm a bad girl" the TV model repeated to the room. Tom rolled his eyes and risked a glance over at Ann. Once again she was watching him with a smile "Don't all you boys watch this channel before you go to sleep?" she teased before gently tossing him the remote blowing him a kiss and snuggling down in the bed under the duvet to go to sleep. Tom quickly turned the TV off and then his light, snuggling down and turning before saying goodnight to Ann. Ann just said "Hopefully" and turned her light off too. About twenty minutes passed and Tom was still painfully aware of the hard on inside his boxers, he had rolled onto his back in an attempt to get comfortable. Ann was equally as restless and shuffled and moved until she was almost right up against Tom, but still laying on her side facing away. It was almost an instinctive move that made Tom roll up behind Ann draping his arm over her and bending his legs to contact hers as she lay still. Very loosing spooning the dark haired goddess inches in front of him. Ann shuffled back pressing herself into the body behind her as she felt the arm tighten against her waist, her legs slightly bent forward as she lay in a gently curled up shape with her bum pressing against Toms groin and the firm shaft contained in his shorts. Tom groaned slightly as Ann's bum pressed against him, time having doing nothing to relieve the stiffness between his legs. His arm draped over Ann's waist, hand softly touching the silky fabric covering her stomach. Slowly Tom drifted his hand down onto her thigh sliding off the sheer materiel and contacting against her bare skin half way down her thigh. Tucked so closely behind Ann, Tom could feel every breath she took, his nose buried in her hair, a light smell of mint and cucumber invading his nostrils as he inhaled her scent. Tom bent his leg more to increase the contact between their bodies as his hand gently played against her thigh, sliding softly up and down, his fingertips nudging the soft negligee higher on her thigh with each little stroke. Ann straightened her leg against the bed allowing Toms bent knee to gently press more against her ass as she rolled fractionally over onto her stomach. The movement gliding Toms hand across onto the back of her upper thigh and onto the inside thigh of her lower leg, his fingers resting gently between her legs. Had she moved deliberately Tom wasn't sure, was she even awake? Tom was pretty certain she was but it was hardly the time to sit up and politely ask if he was getting lucky or was he actually molesting a drunken sleeping senior colleague. The though stopped Tom cold in his tracks. Fuck what if she is asleep - this really wasn't going to go down well on his CV, Reason for leaving last job - Accidentally fingered a work colleague. No that was not a good example of previous work experience. But still his hand remained in place. The temptation was too much, Tom pushed his hand up on the inside of Ann's soft fleshy thigh until his fingers brushed against her vagina. Slowly softly he moved his fingers against her skin, following the join of her lips as a finger stroked the length of her pussy. Stroking up and down until like Moses and the parting of the waves Ann's lips gently separated and Tom's finger delved between the folds. Ann was wet, she had been since she saw Tom come out of the bathroom trying to hide his hard on. That was her fault too and had deliberately sprayed a dose of IAN in the shower, knowing that the combination with steam would cause the desired effect. Her only mistake was spraying the vanilla scented IAN instead of the odorless variety she had. But that wasn't on her mind right now. Right now her mind was on the finger inside her pussy and the cock pushing against her bum. The good thing was she knew she had time on her side, she just hoped Tom had the stamina to take advantage of the situation. Ann moved her leg to allow Tom easier access to her pussy, his finger now pushing deep inside her, still slowly but easily slipping in and out of her tight wet hole. Neither Tom nor Ann had made any other movements other than the under the duvet activity, an onlooker would be hard pressed to see that the two bodies were even awake let alone so intimately embraced. Ann was having all the attention and was on her way to her first orgasm as Tom pushed a second finger inside her, giving her a satisfying fullness as the digits easily slid inside. Tom kept a slow steady pace with his fingers, his thumb brushing against Ann's engorged clit as his fingers reached their maximum penetration. Ann lost count how many times her clit was teased and softly flicked as her orgasm came closer and closer. Still she lay still just letting Tom finger her pussy, pretending to be asleep but knowing any second her body would betray her. Almost on cue with her thoughts the first ripple of pleasure washed through her, her pussy clenching against Tom's invading fingers and her stomach tensed as the sensations from Tom's movements were magnified tenfold inside her. Ann was proud of herself for not screaming her orgasm out loud but knew full well that Tom was aware he had made her cum. Tom's fingers slowed and halted, still firmly inside her as the ripples of the orgasm slowly faded away. Only when he felt no more clenching did he slowly remove his hand. Softly stroking the back of Ann's thigh and bum trailing a little of her juice over her skin from his wet fingers. Ann was in two minds as to dropping the pretense of sleep completely and jumping on top of Tom or waiting to see what he did next. As it happens she didn't wait long, feeling Tom move away from her and down the bed, his breathing moving from her hair to her shoulders, waist and then suddenly onto the cool cum drenched skin of her thighs. Ann felt him press between her legs and his breathing connect with her pussy. Snowed In Tom moved Ann's leg very gently giving him easier access with his face to her pussy and immediately stuck his tongue out connecting with Ann's damp lips. The position was not great and quite limiting but Tom pushed hard against Ann's butt and worked his tongue firmly onto her pussy, licking the remains of her cum in a long lapping motion. Ann was now face down on the bed, one leg cocked as this man she hardly knew pressed his face hard against her pussy. Ann had no control, from the position she was in she had no chance of stopping anything happening to her even if she had the inclination to do it. The pleasure emanating between her legs happily removing even the slightest though of resistance as she felt her cocked leg get pushed ever so slightly opening herself up more to this man's advances. Tom continued licking at Ann's sweet pussy, one hand pushing the negligee higher up her body, his hand now resting on the small of her back gently holding her in place while his other hand applied pressure to the back of Ann's bent leg, maintaining his access to lick between her legs. Tom like most men loved the taste of pussy and the fresh smell of cum just made him all the more eager to eat as much of Ann's sweet pussy as her could. Raising his head briefly Tom rolled Ann onto her back using her leg as a fulcrum before plunging his face once again between Ann's spread thighs. Ann found herself grasping huge handfuls of Toms hair as he pressed his face against her sex. Giving up on the sleeping act and now actively enjoying the ride. Ann's pussy glistened with moisture, a combination of cum and saliva from Toms tongue as he licked over and between her blood gorged lips. Tom licked higher flicking her sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue, swirling his tongue around it before pushing it back between her lips. Tom moved his hand to rest over Ann's sparse patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair, deftly using two fingers to spread Ann's lips as he dipped his mouth to nip and suck at her exposed treasure. Ann began wriggling and writhing, pushing her pussy against Tom's face as she tightened her hands in his hair. Another orgasm clearly on its way as she moaned and gasped from Tom's expertly administered cunnilingus. Her second orgasm was stronger than the first, her freedom to enjoy it expressed by the noises Ann made as Tom sucked hard on her clit pushing over the edge on her climax, finally releasing her grip on Tom's hair only after the waves of pleasure had subsided. With the headlock released Tom casually kissed his way up Ann's body moving above her hips to her stomach to just below her breasts. Tom eased the blue negligee slowly upwards as he placed each small kiss, sliding the soft material up to reveal another patch of fresh skin to kiss as he ascended his climb. The negligee bunched just below Ann's pert breasts. Tom slid both hands between the material and the skin brushing his palms firmly against Ann's breasts, his thumbs hooking the bunched material dragging it up and over her breasts, up and up until he pushed it over Ann's head and completely off her un-resisting body. Tom didn't see Ann as the demanding and controlling senior colleague she had been only hours before, naked beneath him she was a warm and sensual equal, with a soft girlish expression somewhere between excited anticipation and forbidden pleasure. Negligee discarded Ann kept her arms raised above her head as Tom hovered inches above her body, supported by his elbows and knees so the only contact between their bodies was thigh on inner thigh and his forearms pressing across Ann's raised arms above her head on the pillow. Tom took a moment to gaze at the sprawled naked body beneath him, her dark hair spilling out onto the pillow, a light sheen of sweat covering her brow accompanied by a gentle flush of red covering her cheeks and neck. Ann's eyes were wide and searching, boring into Tom as he took his time to visually explore that which he was laying claim to beneath him. Tom's eyes drifted south taking in Ann's breasts slowly rising and falling with her heavy breathing, proud nipples standing erect and dark against her rounded smooth breasts, lower his gaze went across her flat toned stomach to the small patch of dark pubic hair, no more than a small inverted triangle the point stopping an inch above her moist well licked clit. Tom realized his hard on was as solid as ever and could see the tip of his cock straining to escape from the waistband of his boxers. Rocking back onto his knees Tom pushed his boxers down his thighs releasing his cock like a spring, eight inches of solid lust jutting out at a right angle from his body. Tom held his cock in his hand slowly pulling the skin back exposing the engorged head of his penis. Gently he ran his hand along his shaft feeling his stiffness while his gaze admired his weapon. Ann stared at it too, desperate to feel it inside her. Her pussy was feeling empty and while she didn't consider herself to be oversexed or needy, she knew that she wanted nothing more than for that cock to make her cum again. Tom adjusted position pulling Ann's legs up and apart so her knees almost pressed on her breasts. Leaning forward Tom held his cock against Ann's pussy, slowly sliding his shaft over her lips. Tom repeated his teasing a few times, his cock being wetted with Ann's juice with each push. Cock in hand Tom slapped it hard against Ann's pussy much to her surprise and she squealed from a mixture of shock and brief pain. He did it again and again, the pain quickly being replace by pleasure as the heavy cock slapped against her clit and rubbed it before slapping it again. Another slap landed directly onto Ann's spread pussy and Tom thrust fully inside her, only stopping when his hips slammed into the back on Ann's raised thighs. Ann moaned with delight as her pussy was stuffed full with cock. Tom withdrew partially and slammed back as hard as before, beginning a hard deep fuck as he used his weight to drive his cock deep inside Ann. Ann had used toys before and she was instantly reminded of one a boyfriend in college had bought her, it was a twelve inch monster made of glass. Very hard and smooth, she had spent many a happy night with that toy and had been saddened when it had been broken a few years back. The solid rod pounding her pussy now was even better warm and smooth sliding out then crushing back inside her, her exposed clit being tickled with each thrust by the course curly hair surrounding Toms huge cock. Tom was relentless. Thrusting hard and with a steady rhythm, his balls slapping against Ann's ass as he plunged deeply inside with each stroke. Ann had no idea how long she had been getting fucked but could once again feel herself begin to cum, each thrust triggering a spark of energy through her clit and pussy, building, building until her body cracked like a pressurized dam. She screamed as the orgasm took hold and she bucked and thrashed increasing the intensity of Toms penetration. Tom was at the point of no return too, his balls aching for release and his cock sensitive from the intensely hard fucking, Ann's scream was the last straw and he exploded inside Ann, a torrent of cum spilling from his cock deep inside Ann's pussy as he stilled his thrusts and remained pressed hard against her, Tom's cock twitching and jerking inside her as he shot squirt after squirt of his hot seed to mix with Ann's own juices. Eventually Tom's cock ended its spasmodic eruptions and releasing Ann's knees Tom collapsed onto her welcoming body pinning her underneath him as he remained locked firmly together with Ann as they both reveled in the last tremors of their orgasms. Breathing heavily Tom rolled sideways off of the delectable Ann and onto his back, his still rigid cock slapping noisily against his stomach as his chest rose as fell with each deep breath. Ann for her part was breathing hard too, not from the exertion of effort but from being on the receiving end of a constant stream of orgasms over the last hour. She couldn't remember a time when she had cum so much in such a short space of time, she was quite used to cumming once either from some manual relief or with a partner but never three times in such quick succession. Her whole body tingled and was alive with sensations, her erogenous zones seems to have expanded tenfold and the slightest brush against her skin was sending her wild with desire and wanton urges. Ann straightened her body and turned onto her side to admire the man beside her, she watched as the smattering of dark hair rose and fell as his chest sucked in lumps of air to help him recover from his exercises. Her eyes drifted down past his cock to the boxer shorts only half pushed down his thighs, such was his urgency and need to take her he hadn't managed to get himself fully undressed. Ann moved on to her knees reaching down to Tom's legs, pushing the black boxer shorts down to his calves and gently tugging them off each foot. She gently tossed the clothing off the side of the bed as she knelt beside the prone figure. Now Ann drank in the sight below her, from the toned and powerful legs past the dormant but still firm looking monster to his smooth stomach and shaped chest. Tom didn't have a six pack or huge definition but he was pretty fit and there wasn't any excess fat to be worried about. Ann continued her travelling gaze until her eyes locked onto Tom's staring right back at her. Silently they stared at each other for a moment, Ann's hand drifting sensually along Tom's leg and softly onto his thigh. Out of the corner of Ann's eye she saw a small movement as Tom's dormant monster stirred at her touch. Ann wasn't especially fond of putting her face too close to men's cocks, her previous occasions had been a mixed bag of experiences ranging from tolerable to repulsive, but as she drifted her hand to softly stroke the monster she had already decided to add to her knowledge base. It didn't take much to bring Tom's cock back to full attention, one of her brightly painted red finger nails scrapping along his length and it was standing proud and hard in front of her. Ann rolled her fingers around the shaft and slowly massaged the damp skin up and down, realizing Tom's cock was still covered in their combined cum Ann quickly dipped her head and ran her tongue the length of his shaft from the hairy base right up to the tip of Tom's cock capturing the milky white liquid which Ann greedily swallowed between licks. Ann repeated her licking and gentle massage until the only liquid left was a thin coating of saliva from her mouth. Risking a glance towards Tom's face she saw his head was pressed back and his eyes closed as she slowly parted her lips and took the head into her mouth. Ann closed her lips around the cock and ran her tongue over the captured beast, flicking at the sensitive tip and running it all around the bulbous head. Slowly she pushed her mouth down onto the shaft, one hand holding the base of Tom's cock the other flat on his stomach. Ann softly sucked as she pushed down onto Tom's pole, her lips sealed against his skin as she slowly bobbed up and down with her mouth. Ann didn't take the hard cock too far into her mouth preferring to suck and lick at the end than trying to force his shaft deep into her mouth. The idea of gagging as it went deeper was not something she wanted to repeat after a previous attempt years before. Tom didn't care or for that matter was even aware that Ann was concentrating just on the head of his cock. He felt the hand massaging him around the base of his shaft and the warm wet mouth over his end and in his state of joy he couldn't tell where one finished and the other began. Happiness is a wet cock. Happiness however was short lived as Ann's mouth withdrew from her sloppy sucking and she began more vigorously masturbating his hard cock. Still using one hand but whereas Ann had been making very small movements concentrated around the base she was now holding him firmly in her hand and wanking the full length of Tom's cock. Pulling the skin up so his bulbous head was fully covered and his balls jiggled between his legs then all the way down until the skin was tight and his head was proudly displayed. Ann repeated this as she moved position on the bed, one hand pulling on his cock the other placed on his hairy chest as she moved so she was straddling him with her pumping hand inches away from her own wet pussy. Once in position Ann moved her hips to position Toms cock at her entrance and eased his head between her lips before releasing the hard rod with her hand and enveloping it with her body once again. Ann always felt in a position of power when she fucked in this position, she could control everything. The pace, the depth of penetration and by leaning back or forwards the spot that would give her the most pleasure. Tom was just a tool to use as she needed, her mindset once again focused on her own pleasure and if he got his rocks off too that was a bonus, but the key was making sure she came first. She didn't want a limp cock and still to be unsatisfied. Although that wasn't a problem so far today and for the first time ever thought that if Tom came first she would still be content from her fucking. Ann leaned back as she began to move her hips and slide her pussy along the glorious shaft inside her, back and forth she rocked as she built to a steady pace thrusting her hips forward feeling the contact against another sensitive zone deep inside her pussy. She felt hands on her thighs and watched as Tom caressed her soft skin, strong hands moving onto her ass as she continued to rock back and forth dictating the tempo as she wanted. Tom didn't try to change the pace much to Ann's pleasure but carried on his caressing moving his hands up Ann's body. Reaching Ann's breasts Tom filled both his hands with her bouncing flesh, pressing hard against them before taking her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. Ann's nipples were hard and extended making it very easy for Tom to grasp each of them, pinching them and rolling them in his hands as Ann slammed harder down onto his rigid cock. Ann could feel herself building again, her nipples being pulled and pinched together with her g-spot getting hammered from Tom's huge cock were pushing her inevitably towards another gushing orgasm. But her desires now were to have Tom's cum fill her too. Biting her lip Ann did everything in her power to move Tom to ejaculation, she clenched her muscles tight around his cock, squeezing him as she rode and bounced above him. Suddenly the pressure on her nipples was gone the hands grabbing her hips and she felt Tom thrusting up to meet her movements intensifying each thrust as their bodies slammed together. Ann lost it completely as a thumb pressed hard against her clit rubbing her quickly and she felt the monster inside swell and spit. Ann screamed, all control lost, as a huge orgasm exploded inside her. Her control over the tempo and depth also lost as Tom with his forceful thrusts tossed her around on his cock like a rag doll being used for his pleasure. Tom grunted and groaned holding Ann's hips tight against him as he hammered his cock up hard into Ann's pussy, twitching and spurting stream after stream of hot milky cum to mix with Ann's own flood of juices as she screamed with pleasure above him. A final thrust and Ann fell forward on top of Tom her mouth seeking his for the first time as they kissed deeply both fighting for breath but kissing like teenagers as tongue danced in each other's mouths. Now motionless and quiet Ann and Tom drifted off to an exhausted sleep, their bodies still joined together as they slowly relaxed in the darkness, the only evidence of their activities the noise from their combined heavy breathing as each succumbed to pleasant dreams and hopeful plans for the morning. Snowed In The snow flurries were falling fast. The ground already had several inches of old snow and now was expecting another six to eight inches of new snow. Stella had prepared for the storm. She had plenty of food. candles, batteries, flashlights and fire wood just in case the electric wires was broken. Joe and Stella were prepared for the worst. They were use to the winter storms. They had cuddled on the couch to watch the favorite television show. Stella was dressed in her comfy pajamas with her long brown hair lying across her shoulders. She had a beautiful smile and her brownish-hazel eyes danced with glee. She was a very smart woman that knew what she wanted. Joe had his wranglers and a t-shirt on, showing his muscles in his arms. He has green eyes, blonde short hair with a mustache and goatee. He was a very loving and caring guy. He loved spending time with his soul mate, Stella. As they sat watching television, the electric flickered. Then the electric went completely out. Joe took a lighter from his pocket and lit the candles on the coffee table. He sat back and wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “Baby, looks like we are going to have a long night ahead of us,” he said, “but we will be fine.” After he checked the stove to make sure it would last until morning. He took a flashlight and checked to make sure the doors was locked. He wanted Stella to be comfortable and feel safe in his arms. He walked back in the living room. He said, “OK we are set for the night. Why don’t we just take the candles and flash lights and go to bed?” He held out his hand to help her to her feet. They each grabbed a candle and a flash light and headed to the bedroom. They placed the candles in the center of the dresser so they would not catch anything on fire. He looked her in the eyes, wrapped his hands around her checks and kissed her tenderly. His tongue was darting in and out of her mouth. She reached over and unfastened his belt. She unbuttoned and unzipped his wranglers. His jeans fell to the floor. She pulled his shirt up and over his head and arms. As he stood in his satin red boxer; she could see his swollen penis. He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms. He slides her pajamas over her head so that she stood with her satin panties down over her hips and long legs. She pulled his boxers off too. He picked her up and walked over to the king size bed. He laid her in the center of it. He started kissing her gently along her jawbone; working his way over to her ears. He kissed her ear and ran his tongue across her. She flinched as she felt her pussy become very wet. He flicked his tongue across her ear several move times because he knew this was turning her on big time. He kissed her neck several times before he moved down to her breast. Taking her right tit in his mouth he sucked it hard and long. He fondled her left tit making it hard. He pinched it as he sucked her right tit. He took his free hand and rubbed it over her freshly shaven mound. He teased her pussy lips before ramming his fingers in her pussy. He flicked his finger over her wet clit. She flinched as he did that. “What’s wrong baby,” he said in a teasing voice. Before she could say a word he had straddled her body flopping his cock in her face. As he spread her pussy lips and started darting his tongue in and out flicking her clit every time. She was sucking his cock and began thrusting her hips so that his tongue went deeper in her pussy. She took his cock deep in her throat just as her shot cum all down her throat. She climaxed just as he cum. He felt her sweet cum ooze over his tongue. He lapped it up as fast as he could although some ended up in his mustache and goatee. Reaching over to the nightstand, she pulled out the anal vibrator. She rolled over, got on all fours and handed him the vibrator. He spread her ass cheeks and shoved the vibrator deep in her ass. She screamed as he slapped her ass with his hand leaving his handprint. He slides his cock in her pussy pulled her back on it and started stroking her pussy walls. He could feel the vibrator as he thrust his cock deep inside her virginal walls. He fucked her hard and fast as he fondled her breast. She screamed “Fuck me harder baby before I come all over your cock.” He thrust his cock deep in her and cum as she came at the same time. He could feel the cum oozing over his balls. He left his cock in her as they eased down on the mattress. He felt the vibrator against his stomach. “Baby,” he said. “Yes hun.” She spoke softly. “Are you okay baby” he ask her. “Yes baby thanks for the wonderful time,” she replied softly. He rolled over and pulled the vibrator out of her ass. He shut it off and set it on the nightstand. He stood and walked over to the candles and blew them out. He walked back over and crawled back in bed. They cuddled as they listened to the battery-operated radio. He held her tight and whispered, “I love you!” She murmured, “I love you too!” Then they drifted off to sleep. She awoke to find him gone. She heard someone singing in the other room. She crawled out of bed and wrapped her bathrobe around her and slipped her house slippers on her feet. She walked into the kitchen where she found him at the gas range fixing pancakes, eggs and bacon. He had water in the teakettle to make hot chocolate. On the kitchen table was two candles supplying him with lights. He turned and said, “good morning beautiful” as he pulled out a chair for her. She stammered, “Hun this is beautiful. You are so thoughtful and loving. I love you, Joe!” She had tears in her eyes as she sat down in the chair he had pulled out for her. The breakfast was delicious. Since they didn’t have electric or hot water they put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher to do when the electric came back on. They went and dressed. He put on his boxers, long johns, wranglers, sweatshirt and boots. She put on her matching flowered panty and bra, long johns, wranglers, sweatshirt and winter boots. They bundled up with hats, gloves, and heavy coats. Out the door they ran to play in the snow. They were like two teenagers playing in the snow. They ran, threw snowballs, and took turns on the sled down the hill. They laughed and had a great time. He chased her as she screamed, “you can’t catch me.” He caught her and drug her to the ground where he kissed her chapped cold lips. He helped her up and they ran to the house. Their teeth were chattering from the cold. As they ran inside she said, “last one undressed gets to choose what sex position we do first.” She already had her coat, hat, gloves, boots and sweatshirt off. She was certainly faster because he had trouble with his boot strings. As she stepped out of her panties she screamed, “I won “ as she ran to the bedroom. As he walked in the room he saw a strap on dildo, anal gel, a paddle, handcuffs, and a silk scarf. He stood in shock at all the items. He suddenly spoke, “What the hell?” She laughed as she said, “come here baby” as her nipples harden from the cold. He walked toward the bed. She kissed his lips as she rubbed her pussy across the tip of his cock, teasing it. She took the scarf and wrapped it around his eyes. Then she instructed him to get in the center of the bed on all fours. She handcuffed his hands to the headboard. She put the strap on vibrating dildo, applied anal gel as she slapped his ass a couple times. He flinched as the paddle stung his bare ass. She crawled up behind him. She pulled his ass cheeks apart as she shoved the dildo in hard. She thrust long, fast, hard strides. She shoved it deeper in his ass as he screamed. She pulled the dildo out and slapped his ass with the paddle before releasing his hands and the scarf. She lay on her back waiting to see his reaction. He started kissing her and biting her tits. He pinched them violently. Then spreading her legs, he stood on his knees and slammed his cock in hard. He fucked her hard as he put her legs over his shoulders. He rammed her hard as he fondled her breast. She moaned as he thrust faster and harder. He leaned in to kiss her. She said, “Baby, I am about to cum.” Just as she said that they both came. He felt her sweet juices oozing out on his balls. He left his cock in her cunt. He kissed her several times before rolling over. He pulled her close. They laid in silence as they drifted off into a nap. They both were exhausted and unable to get out to go anywhere. Besides the electric was off also; so what better thing to do on a nice cold snowy day. After several hours, she woke up and rolled over facing him. She kissed his lips and continued down until she came to his cock. She kissed his balls before rubbing them with her fingertips. Taking the free hand, she took his cock in her hand and started stroking it. He moaned as he awoke and looked up. She twirled her tongue around the tip of his cock. She went down on it slow and teasing. Her head bobbing up and down as she felt his cock swell and fill her mouth with cum. She straddled his legs and slides her pussy down over his cock. She rocked back and forth on it. She shoved his cock deep in her pussy. She thrust long fast strides as he fondled her breast. After thrusting long and hard she tensed around his cock. They both came as she leaned in to kiss him passionately. They crawled out of bed just as the lights flickered back on. She went into the kitchen to fix lunch. She also turned the dishwasher on to do the breakfast dishes. As he sat down to watch television, he reflected on how much fun they had just because of being snowed in. Snowed In It was a beautiful day, if you like snow, Snow was falling gently on the ground, lots of snow, more snow than I'd seen in 2 years. I sat at the computer working, just like I do every day; you come in, cold and wet from being out in the snow. From the corner of my eye I can see you stripping down and changing. I don't look up from what I'm doing; I just keep on working. I feel a cold finger on the back of my neck and I shiver, my eyes closing. My fingers slipping from the keyboard, I feel your finger running down my neck and down my spine through my shirt and I shiver again. I feel your hands tug at the hem of my shirt and I lean up a bit to allow the shirt to come up, then I feel both your hands on my lower back, cold as ice but twice as erotic. I shiver a bit, not from the cold, but from the pure sensation. I feel you pushing my shirt up so I raise my arms, I feel you slide my shirt up and off. I feel the cold air from the room touch my skin and I moan very softly. I feel your hands on my back, rubbing the tense muscles. I reach up and take my glasses off and set them aside. I put my hands back down on my desk and lean into your hands. I feel your fingers brushing lightly against my skin, the cold arousing me more, I feel your fingers on my sides, then around against my breasts. I feel the icy touch on my nipples, I gasp slightly and my nipples grow harder under your touch. I moan as you pinch my nipples, I lean back in my chair and close my eyes as you touch me. Your fingers starting to warm on my skin, you tug my nipples a bit harder and I moan again. I feel your fingers caressing my skin, up and down my breasts, then to my hands as you take my hands in yours, you tug me lightly. I stand up, I step out from my chair and turn to face you, and you stop me and make me face away from you. I oblige and stand there. You reach around me and tug my nipples again. I moan again and shudder where I stand. I feel your fingers gliding down my stomach, down to my waist, down to unbutton my skirt; my skirt falls to the floor. I stand there, shivering a bit, naked, you didn't know I was naked beneath the silk of my skirt, the feel of the fabric on my thighs, on my mound, arousing me, and since I was working at home, wearing nothing under my skirt allows for easy access. I feel your fingers light on my thigh. I moan again as you brush your hand down and squeeze my smoothly shaved mound. I feel your finger brushing lightly against my opening and I feel myself weaken. I feel your arm tighten around my waist as your finger slips inside me to press against my throbbing clit. I moan again and my legs give slightly as you tighten your hold on me. You pull me gently backwards, tugging me to the bed and I go with you willingly. You pull me back as you sit and I sit on your lap, thighs spread across yours. Leaving me wide open as you brush your fingers up and down my inner thigh with your free hand, I moan a bit as you stroke my hot flesh, I feel you draw your hand away and I whimper. I feel your hand strike my inner thigh hard but gentle and I moan again, louder. I feel the edge of your hand brush my wet slit. I shudder slightly and moan. You spread your legs some, pulling mine wider still. The spread pulling at the muscles of my thighs, an erotic pleasure runs through me. I feel your arm unwrap from around my stomach as you let me go. I feel your hand on my inner thigh, stroking me. I feel your other hand on my back, pressing me to lean forward. I lean forward, increasing the erotic pressure on my widely spread thighs. I then feel you press me a bit harder, pressing me to lean down more. I lean down and brace myself with my hands on the floor. I moan a bit as I feel you rub my back gently. I groan softly and you release my thighs, allowing them to come back together some. I then feel your knees against the back of mine, pressing against them, urging me down to all fours on the floor. I gladly oblige and bring myself to my knees on the floor before you. I feel you behind me. One hand on my back, rubbing it gently as your other hand presses my thighs apart. I spread my thighs and feel your finger parting my wet throbbing slit. I moan and then feel your tongue against my clit. I shudder hard. I spread my thighs a bit more for you. I shudder as I feel your tongue brush lightly back and forth over my clit, licking with long slow strokes, I moan and my eyes flutter open a bit, just enough to see you laying naked underneath me, your perfect body exposed to me, I moan again and lean down. I brush my tongue lightly against the tip of your throbbing cock. I'm rewarded with the sound of your moan. I take the tip of your cock in my lips. I feel your tongue pressing hard on my clit. I shudder hard and pull your cock deep into my mouth. I moan again, sucking hard on your throbbing cock. I feel your tongue gliding gently across my slit and deep into me. I shudder and suck harder on you. My tongue tracing tiny patterns along your cock. I'm again rewarded with your moans, the vibration against my pussy erotic. I shudder again, my throbbing pussy clenching at your tongue as you stroke it in and out of me. I nibble gently along your cock as I suck it in and out of my mouth, licking at you very gently; you moan and suck hard at my pussy. I shudder hard and moan, an orgasm close to breaking, you lick at me more as I suck on you harder, my body quivering as you suck, my mouth sucking on you harder. I moan again as you press hard at my clit. I moan loudly and shudder as I clamp down hard on your cock with my mouth, my body wracked with an orgasm, as I suck on your cock, I feel you throb hard. I taste the saltiness in the back of my throat. I moan again and drink from you, taking your cum into my throat, swallowing every drop as I lick and suck at you, listening to the moans, listening to your orgasm as my body shudders, cumming into your mouth, my breathing slows, my shuddering stops. I stay braced there, my head resting on your thigh, your now soft cock against my cheek. I press a kiss to your thigh and stir a bit, your tongue still pressed against my clit, I moan again and lift away from your face. I turn and press a kiss against your warm, cum covered lips, I lay gently along your side and snuggle in close, and you lay and watch me as I curl up next to you. I look into your eyes and whisper. "You can be snowed in with me any day", you just smile, and we drift off to sleep there on the floor. Snowed In It was my freshman year of college and I had just moved up north to Maine. I was 19 years old and didn't really know anyone up there, but I plenty of porn and cold beer to keep me occupied. The winter was real bad this year, and since my apartment building had no off-street parking, I had to park in a nearby school parking lot when it snowed. It was a Sunday morning, and it had snowed heavily all night, there was at least a good foot or more of snow covering the ground. I woke up and walked over to the school parking lot where I had left my car last night. Unfortunately I was one of the first people to get in, and now I was blocked in by 30 or so cars. I had to be at work at 11:00 and it was already 9:30. I knew those cars wouldn't be out of the way probably until 2:00 this afternoon, so I called into work, and told them I wasn't going to make it in today. Every hour or so, I would go out and see if anyone had moved their vehicle yet. Around noon I noticed another man shoveling out his car. I had already shoveled out my car earlier this morning. I figured I'd give him a hand, so I grabbed my shovel and went over there. We got to talking, and I found out his name was Chris and he lived in the building across the street from mine. He was going skiing and asked if I would like to join him. Since I wasn't going to work, and my car was going to be blocked in for hours, I agreed. We got his car loose and headed off to the mountains. After a couple hours of skiing it started to snow again. Chris figured it was probably just a small flurry and suggested we just wait it out and keep skiing. It started to get dark, and the snow had not let up, almost everyone else had gone home, except for those with cabins or motel rooms. We packed up and got back in the car and started off down the dirt road that lead back towards the highway. About three miles down the road the car slipped on some ice and slid off the road. We tired to get the car free but all the tires were spinning, it was hopeless. To add on to our problems neither of our cell phones had any service this far north. We had passed a small motel about a mile back and Chris suggested we hike up there and get a room for the night and worry about the car and getting home tomorrow. I agreed, there probably wasn't going to be school tomorrow morning anyways. We made it back to the motel and Chris paid for a room. All the rooms in the place had one bed, so I figured one of us would be sleeping on the floor. The heater in the motel room was pretty shitty and didn't provide a whole lot of heat and the bed was only covered with one blanket. I took a shower while Chris watched TV, when I got out we talked for a good hour or so before deciding to retire for the night. Chris suggested we sleep in the same bed since the was only one blanket and the shared body heat would help keep us warm. due to the situation at hand, I agreed, besides no one I knew was going to find out. I crawled into bed, and Chris decided he was going to take a shower. I fell asleep moments later. I woke up to Chris' hand down my pants fondling my cock! It was rock hard, and I can't say I wasn't enjoying it. I had never done anything with another man, but I didn't have a girlfriend at the time and this definitely beat watching porn every night. I reached over a grabbed hold of Chris' cock, which was easy since he was completely naked under the blanket. I stroked his cock for a few minutes then ducked my head under the covers and started to lick his shaft. I then took his whole cock in my mouth. I couldn't believe I was sucking this guys cock! But I couldn't help myself, I was so horny and really enjoying what was happening. I had jerked off to a little gay porn once and a while, but was never very serious about it. I continued sucking his beautiful cock as he held the back of my head and moaned in ecstasy. I massaged his balls with my right hand and rubbed his asshole with one of my fingers. I then stuck my finger up his waiting asshole and slowly slid it in and out. He started moving his hips in rhythm with my sucking and fingering. Chris held my head down and blasted a load of cum into my mouth. To my surprise, I enjoyed the taste and swallowed everything he gave me. I sucked his cock clean and licked his balls before going a little lower and licked his asshole. I slid my tongue in and out of his man pussy. Chris asked me to get on my hands and knees, knowing full well what he was going to do I obliged. He took position behind me and I felt his cock rub up and down my ass. A moment later I felt his head press against my virgin hole. It slipped in and a rush of pain came over me. The pain subsided as he pushed in further. This felt amazing! Chris' cock slid in and out slow and steady. I was so horny and told him to fuck me harder. Chris quickened up the pace fucking me as hard as he could. We switched positions in the middle of it, with me lying on my back. Seeing the ecstasy in Chris' face as he fucked me made me even hornier. The bed creaked and rocked with every push of his hips. His cock erupted in another massive cum flow deep inside my tight little ass. He pulled out and thanked me. I slept the best I have in years that night, and I couldn't wait to do it all over again... To be continued... Snowed In It was the middle of winter and a good snow had been forecast. The three of us had decided to head off into the mountains up to the old lodge to go and do some skiing, I was driving you up as we lived fairly close and Jack was joining us later once he got off work. We arrived at the place and got the stuff out of the car, we had bought enough food for a small army. We settled in and I got the fire going, the next thing we knew we were sat with a chilled bottle of wine in front of a roaring fire and the snow had started. You looked out of the window in consternation, it was snowing quite hard now, how was jack going to get up here to join us. I opened the door and took a look outside, the road was already cut off, fairly soon the mobile rang and it was jack, he was stuck in a hotel down at the bottom of the mountain, he was not going to be able to reach us for a couple of days but he would join us then, I told him we were fine and would wait it out then see him in a few days. We sat in front of the fire quietly talking about what we had been up to and drank more of the wine, soon you were laughing at my appallingly bad joke and huddling closer as the cold crept into the room, we moved to sit on the rug in front of the fire, just to be closer to the warmth. As we sat chatting I felt your headrest against my shoulder, I turned my head round and almost without thinking our lips seemed to meet. For a few seconds I enjoyed the kiss then our minds seemed to kick in and we both broke away, you were with jack this wasn't right. Yet we seemed to find ourselves drawn to each other, as I looked at you your head tilted slightly presenting your lips to me again. I lean in to kiss you, my fingers caressing up and down your spine as our bodies melt together, I kiss you, my lips on yours, I press you down onto the rug, our hands searching each others bodies feverishly, my hands reaching for your blouse, pulling it up over your head, my hands fumbling with your bra for a few seconds till the clips undo and I free your perfect breasts to my touch. My tongue flicks the tips of your nipples, running round and round in circles round the pert pebbles that are your nipples, my touch seems to excite you all the more, my hands moving down to your pants, stripping them away swiftly whilst you do the same, almost tearing my clothes off. I find your wearing black lacy underwear and slowly slide it down over your thighs, claves then off revealing that perfect pussy the hair trimmed to perfection. I lean down again, fastening my lips around your nipples and sucking quickly before I slowly slide my kisses down over your stomach down to your soft slit. My tongue slowly parting your wet folds and slipping inside, my mouth insistent and hot on your sensitive hole. Slowly I insert one finger into your ass making you gasp and buck your hips against me, my other hand inserting one finger deep into your pussy as my mouth works on your clit. By now I am naked as well my hard cock straining as I work your body, my fingers and my mouth bringing you to highs you had never known before, you cry out again and again, your body slick with sweat as you climax again and again from the ministrations of my mouth and hands. I remove myself from inside you and raise myself up above you, positioning my hard shaft at your wet entrance; you are soaking now and look up at me with mute appeal in your eyes. Positioning myself carefully I quickly sink the length of my cock inside you, making you cry out in pain at first as my large shaft fills you, splitting you wide open. I groan, you feel fantastic, I can feel your hot juices coating the inside from the work my finger did, I slowly draw my shaft out and prepare to fuck you, I lift your legs till they are wrapped round my waist and thrust deep into you quickly building up a fast rhythm. Due to the stimulation I had given you before you were quick to reach your peak, screaming your pleasure for the cold mountains to hear as your hot body shuddered beneath me. I slam into you over and over, looking down I see my hard cock coated in your slick juices, I slam into you over and over, my cock ploughing your soft hole, pounding you again and again, making you cum over and over till finally I can't stand it any more.... My cock begins pulsing as you cum again, your pussy clamping down around my cock again, making me cry out as I release my seed deep inside you, I cry out my own pleasure, thrusting my shaft as deep inside you as possible, my cum blasting deep inside you, stream after stream of my hot white cum filling your tender hold as I collapse down, wrapping my body around you as we lie in front of the fire. Snowed In It's a cold and damp overcast day in late January. I'm standing on the concrete platform just outside of the train. Amtrak's Coast Starlight #14 is stopped in a little village in northern California named Dunsmuir. A quaint and sleepy little village nestled in a valley at the foot of Mt. Shasta. We're running very late; it's about 7:00 am, and we should have been here two hours ago. The conductor has announced that there will be a slight delay while the tracks ahead of us are being cleared, and gave us twenty minutes to step outside of the car if we needed a stretch. I'm dreading getting back to Seattle and my nonexistent life. There's not much waiting for me there: empty apartment, boring job, superficial friendships, miserable rainy weather. I've been traveling here and there, whenever I could, looking for a place to make a fresh start. San Francisco was nice, if a bit pricey. I'm mulling over whether I want to make the move, when in the corner of my vision I see someone approach. Oh God, I hope they're not desperate for conversation. Right now I just want to be alone. "Excuse me," the woman approaches. "Do you have a cigarette?" "Ah, yes." I take the silver case from my back pocket and flip it open. "Is clove okay?" as I offer her one of my slender black cigarettes. "Yeah, that'll work." I light the smoke for her. "Thanks." I light one up for myself and we stand in silence, looking at the threatening western sky. I'm doubting that the delay will only be twenty minutes. "That's not looking very good," she ventures. "I think were going to be here for a while." We look over what we can see of the town, hoping against hope there'll be something to keep us busy during the indefinite delay we sense coming. Our watches show that the twenty minutes is almost over. We get back on the train and back in our seats. She is in the same car, a few seats forward of me. We sit and wait and wait. It's been about thirty minutes now. The conductor finally announces that the delay is now more like three hours due to bad weather. Groans fill the train. The crew lets us get off again, advising that we need to be back by 10:00 am. I get off and walk to the main street. Next to the train station is a shop called the Brown Trout. It's a combination coffee shop, art gallery, and women's boutique. As I find a table, I see the woman I was speaking with earlier. "Hey you!" I beckon her to join me. If I'm going to be stuck here, it might as well be with someone who doesn't annoy the hell out of me. "Looks like we were right about the delay." "Unfortunately. Doesn't look like there's much to do in this town." "Maybe the staff will let us stay, as long as we buy stuff. Let's start with some coffee." "That would be lovely. I'm Leyna, by the way." "Hi, I'm Marie. What would you like?" eyeing the lengthening line at the counter. "Don't worry, I got it." "You sure?" "Thanks for the smoke!" she says over her shoulder, getting in line. "Tall drip, please." Leyna comes back with our orders, and we slowly sip our coffee. We're going to have to make it last. "So, what puts you on the slow train to hell?" Leyna wondered. "I spent a week in San Francisco. Going back home now." "How lovely! Bet you had a nice time." "Yeah, a little. Just needed to get away from my life a little. Screwed up relationships, nothing better on the horizon, you know the deal." "I feel that. Needed to take a break after dumping my latest so-called man. I was in Redding for a while, and had a great time. A little horseback riding, it's really beautiful." "It really is - saw it on the way down from Seattle. Being out there alone with nature... it must have been just the thing to take you mind off of things." "It was a start..." and from there we start trading our life stories, picking over the details of our failed relationships. The reasons are as innumerable as they are pathetic. But it's cathartic, it's good to unload. We're feeling a little better as we wrap up our stories. "So what's the deal with your latest disaster, the one that sent you to California?" Leyna wondered. "How did he fuck this one up?" "She, actually." A short pause. "So does that mean that you're..." "Gay? No, not quite!" I laugh. "I mean, I still like men, as friends or for a fling, but a relationship, that's obviously not gonna happen." Sigh. "So I thought I'd give women a try, before I join a nunnery." Pause for a moment -- it still hurts to think of my last girlfriend. "But she just... went away. Lost all contact and I have no idea why or what happened." "Oh Marie... I'm so sorry to hear that." Leyna takes my hand. It comforts me a little, and I clasp her hand back. "You gonna be okay?" Leyna's eyes are so expressive, her concern is unmistakable. "Yeah... I will." We sit in silence silent for a while, a bond forging from our misery. Glancing at the clock on the wall, it's nowhere near ten o'clock. Thanking Leyna again for the coffee, I excuse myself and take a long walk through the village. At ten to ten, we're back in the train. Leyna moves her seat to be next to me. It'll be a few more hours until we get to Klamath Falls; we might as well be together for what time we have left. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes go by. We're still not moving. There's an extremely bad vibe in the train -- the air is crackling with resentment. People are tense and angry, brats are screaming and running up and down the aisle. Finally an announcement comes. Our worst fears are confirmed; there'll be an indefinite delay. The other passengers erupt with anger. "Leyna, let's get out of this car, looks like things are gonna get ugly." "No, what if the train leaves?" "Look at the sky -- we can't even see the mountain." Mt. Shasta is completely obscured by angry dark storm clouds. "And besides, after coffee I went and reserved a motel room, just in case. You can stay with me." "You sure? You just met me." "I'm pretty sure you're not a serial killer. C'mon, grab your bag and lets go -- I hate this place." "Me too. Thanks Marie." We walk along the main street for about ten minutes and get to the motel room. It's a little room with a bed, sofa, TV, and an efficiency kitchen. We unpack our travel bags and settle in for a long day. After exhausting the Brown Trout, Dunsmuir doesn't offer much in the way of entertainment. We wander the streets and find a supermarket. Leyna goes to the customer service counter and rents some DVD's. I get a cart and pick up some groceries, enough to last us for a day or more. I don't feel like going outside again -- it looks like the upcoming storm is going to be really bad. Back in our room, we unpack the groceries. I cook up a margarita pizza for us, and there's a California Merlot to go with it. When the pizza is ready, Leyna puts in a DVD and we settle into the sofa, watching a movie and enjoying our lunch. Not long afterward, the storm rolls into the valley, snow piling up at an alarming rate. It's obvious that the train will not be leaving anytime today. We resign ourselves to a day in a motel room locked against the weather. The movie ends and we start another. Leyna returns to the sofa and leans against me a little, her shoulder up against mine. As the movie plays we gradually lean into each other some more, by now our thighs also touching. She feels so warm and soft and I love how it feels. Our hands brush against each other on our laps. Leyna takes my hand. I squeeze hers, and we sit in silence, just happy to be off the train and with each other. I get up and open a French Vouvray. Uncorking the bottle, I find my gaze drifting in her direction. I can't deny that I'm feeling desire for Leyna. I want to have her in my arms, up against my body, tasting her lips, feeling her body heat as she makes love to me. Yet I'm hesitant. I'm so awkward at making the first move, and I've made mistakes worthy of a network television bloopers show. Fuck it - if it doesn't work out, well, I've spent nights in awkward icy silence before. I hand Leyna her glass and sit besides her, placing my arm around her shoulders as I do. To my great relief, she doesn't mind. I'm overjoyed as she leans into me even more, and my nervousness changes to relief, then contentedness. We sip our wine as the movie finishes. We have a few more DVD's, but I don't want to watch them. I turn to Leyna, cradling her face in my hands, my fingertips brushing her hair along the hairline. Looking deep into her eyes, I'm not seeing any hesitation or resistance. Finally I close my eyes and bend my head forward to kiss her. There's not so much sparks between us, as a soft warm glow between our lips. Leyna clasps me by my shoulders and draws me close against her body. Our kiss breaks off and I look into her eyes again, hoping I don't find any distaste. I don't have time to dwell on the question, as she kisses me back. We embrace each other and out kiss intensifies, our lips mashing against each other. "Marie... I love the way you kiss. I'm so glad I met you." I feel the same way for Leyna, but my feelings remain unspoken. I know that my expression tells her how I feel. "Baby, no more movies." "No..." Leyna gets up to turn off the TV. Coming up behind her, I snake her arms around her waist, resting my head on Leyna's shoulder, kissing the nape of her neck. My hands wander to the waist of her Wranglers, unbuttoning the fly and slowly lowering the zipper. The nails of one hand scratch the skin of her lower belly through her panties, while the other slowly lowers her jeans. My fingertips are now drifting lower, ducking under her clothes, seeking the crease between her legs. I kneel down behind her, slipping her jeans down her legs to her ankles. Her lingerie follows. As my beautiful lover kicks the discarded clothes aside, my hands drift back up her hips, turning her around, kissing her lower belly and the front of her legs. I push her gently backward to lean her weight against the wall so she doesn't lose her balance and fall. My hands are now on the backs of my lovers knees, urging her to part her legs a little. As Leyna compiles, my kisses spiral toward her beautiful pussy. She's so fragrant down there; her salty musky scent is so intoxicating. The vulva is brilliant pink and flushed with excitement. Leyna puts one leg over my shoulder as I plant a tender kiss on her clitty, my tongue slithering deep inside her womanhood. "Oh... that's it!" My sweet lady groans between sharp breaths. My mouth is pushing up against her vagina, my hands gripping her butt, pulling her tight against my face. She's so wet, so pen to my tongue as it zeroes in on her clitoris. "Marie... flick it... baby!" my darling encourages me. How can I resist her, this lovely woman who is giving herself completely to me? My tongue flicks the little jewel, first back and forth, then up and down. "Hum for me!!" Leyna's voice is commanding now, as her fingers entwine in my hair and pusher me even harder against her pussy. This is so weird... I've only been with a few women before, and I've never had anybody ask me to hum on their clitty before. But I can deny her nothing... She is so sweet and caring and so passionate, I want nothing more than to make Leyna happy. My lips press tightly against her clitoris, experimenting with different pitches and volumes, looking for just the right resonance. "Marie... that's it... just like that!" my baby gasps. This is so thrilling to me; it's indescribable how wonderful it is to be able to be with such a strikingly beautiful woman, to bring her to such ecstasy. My love, I want you to come... I want to feel your nectar splash my face and run down my shoulders... "Oh my god!!! Ohh!!" That's it... come for me, baby. My tongue pierces her deeper, as I keep humming against her little pearl, my fingernails digging into her bottom. "Oh yeah... right there... coming!" God, her climax is so hard! Her hips are bucking so violently, it's all I can do to keep my mouth glued to her body. Leyna is trembling so much that I think she might lose complete control and collapse. I get to my feet and hold her tight, pinning her between the wall and myself. My hand returns to her vagina, the fingertip flicking her clitty. "Oh God! Here it comes again..." It's too much for her now. Leyna is shaking so hard that I'll no longer be able to keep her upright. As her orgasm subsides, I scoop my lover into my arms and lay her on the bed. As Leyna descends from her climax, I slowly remove the rest of her clothes. As her body gradually goes still, I lower the bedcovers and tuck her in, with a little kiss on her forehead. She looks so peaceful and contented. "Marie...hold me?" my beautiful girl whispers, and I simply cannot resist. I snuggle up beside her, spooning her very close, my head resting on her shoulder, my arms wrapped around her. I love the way she smells - her hair, her perspiring skin, her perfume, and especially the musky wetness between her legs. It's more intoxicating than any drug... Have you settled down now? Caught your breath? 'Cause I'm not done with you, baby! Hearing my girl moan and scream in passion has aroused me to no end, too. My nipples are poking thru my clothes and into Leyna's back. I'm kissing her neck and her shoulders, my palms cupping her perky breasts, pinching the nipples ever so tenderly, as I whisper in her ear how much I desire her. I sense her hips shifting up against mine; it's unmistakable that Leyna isn't finished with me, either. One of my hands drifts down between her legs, tracing the outlines of her womanhood. My forefinger slips deep into her pussy - probing, swirling, curling, eliciting the sighs and moans that have so enthralled me. I slip in another finger, then a third, rushing in and out of her slit. "Oh yeah baby!! You got it!" I'm finger-fucking my lover, faster and faster, my thumb nestled against her clitoris. "Ooh... Marie... coming again..." I'm still whispering in her ear, how beautiful she is, how much I want to spend all eternity making love to her. Now I'm propping my body up on my elbow so I can gaze upon her face as she climaxes. As beautiful as she is, Leyna is never so lovely as when she comes. I love watching her in the throes of ecstasy, hearing the sounds of her pleasure. Leyna arches her back as she lets loose with one final orgasm. Yes, my love, give me your nectar... gush all over my hand... It gives me such pleasure to see you as happy as this. s her orgasm subsides, I remove my hand from Leyna's pussy. I taste her honey, licking it from my finger - it tastes so wonderful. As I do, my lover licks one of my fingers too. Together we taste all of her love. Then I kiss her, more intensely than ever before, sucking on her lower lip, then her upper, our tongues dancing, until we have to either stop or pass out from asphyxia. I collapse back on the covers, pulling Leyna down on top of me, holding her head against my breasts, stroking her hair. Slowly I return to my senses. The weather has not improved; from the window it appears that we are flying through a snow-laden cloud. It's only late afternoon, and it's obvious that we won't be leaving very soon. It doesn't worry me. I have a warm and secure room, plenty of food and movies, and an incredible woman sleeping contentedly next to me. My trip to California wasn't wasted, after all. Snowed In We wake up in the morning in separate beds, our partners next to us, and we both roll over to look outside at the new snow that has fallen on the ground over night. The trees are beautifully showered with thick white snow, and the hills surrounding the cabin look very tempting in the blazing morning sun. I rub my eyes and get out of bed slowly as not to wake my partner, who just happens to be one of your closest friends, and grabbing my towel I head towards the bathroom for a quick shower to awaken my senses before hitting the slopes for an hour on my snowboard. As I wonder towards the bathroom I hear you walking around in your bedroom and giggle a little to myself before I realise that you probably heard me, and race to the bathroom and lock the door. As you move around your bedroom, your partner gives a little groan and rolls over to carry on sleeping. You move over to the window and watch a bird fly out from a tree, making the snow fall off and make little holes in the ground. You think about the little giggle you heard outside of the room and realise it must have been me. Unbeknown to your brother or your partner, since you first laid eyes on me you've wanted me. You can still remember the night in the pub when we first met, even though you were blind drunk. You smile to yourself as you remember this and put on your jeans so you can go and make yourself a cup of tea and have a cigarette. As you walk out of the bedroom you can hear faint singing coming from the bathroom. You smile to yourself again as you decide to creep up to the door and listen to me in the shower. As I'm washing my hair I am singing My Immortal by Evanescence, as it is one of my favourite songs. The shampoo is running over my wet naked body and as you listen you imagine what it would be like to shower with me. After a few moments you decide to snap back to reality and wonder into the kitchen and put the kettle on. Finally your naughty side takes over and you go back to the bathroom door and listen again. I'm humming to myself now, and you notice that the bathroom door can be unlocked from the outside. You wait until you know I defiantly won't hear and unlock the door cautiously. You then push it oven a tiny bit so you can see me in the shower. The steam comes flooding out of the bathroom and you have to squint from the heat to be able to see the blurry image of my back, which is turned towards the door. Whilst in the shower I feel a draft across my back, and turn around to find the door slightly ajar. I take in a small gasp of air as I hurry up and finish off, getting in to my towel as quickly as possible. Leaving my night things on the floor I then open the bathroom door and move into the kitchen as I can hear the kettle starting to boil. You are leaning against the side smoking a cigarette as I say good morning, slightly blushing to myself, as I know it must have been you who unlocked the door. You look me up and down then offer to make me a cup of a tea and offer me a cigarette and I thank you. You then leave as you hear your partner get out of bed and fumble around for some clothes. As you leave, my partner comes into the kitchen and tells me that him and your partner are going to go out and get some supplies around noon before we go out on the slopes later in the afternoon. I then slowly wonder into my room giving him a peck on the cheek, and I find a pair of sexy strings to put on under my blue jeans and a sexy low cut top. Slowly, midday starts to creep up on us, and after a few beers and a couple of rounds of darts beside the open fire place in the lounge, our partners head off to the shops to buy food and more alcohol for later on in the evening and the following day, leaving us two alone in the cabin. The sun is still shinning outside, but the clouds over the hills in the distance threaten snowfall. As we have another cigarette each, I offer to open a bottle of red wine while you put some more logs on the fire. As I open the bottle of wine in the kitchen I look out the window, fantasising what we could get up to while our partners are away for a few hours. My heart skips a beat as I imagine you naked, and I feel myself start to get slightly moist. I push the thoughts aside and start to wonder back into the lounge when I see you at the window across the other side of the room. You tell me to hurry over, and as I do, I can see snow starting to fall outside. Not just a small amount but enough to trap us inside if the snowfall kept up for another hour. We wonder back over to the fireplace after discussing how beautiful it looked outside and sit down. You pour us both a glass of wine, and we sit chatting in front of the fire. Our conversation slowly starts to get more intimate as we finish our first glass and start on another. We laugh about past experiences with people, and the annoying habits our partners have as we have our third glass of wine each, and we slowly move closer to each other. We laugh again, and I look into your eyes as you gaze into mine. We both know what we want to do, and you lean down to kiss me, but I move my head slightly, even though I know I want to kiss you too. I make the excuse of going to get a glass of water, and move into the kitchen, leaving you alone in the lounge. You puzzle over why I pulled away from you, thinking you didn't read the signs right and you may have messed up a brilliant afternoon and evening. You slowly get up and slowly stroll over to the window, the snow falling heavier than before. You look down to see how much snow had actually fallen in the 2 hours we had been sitting drinking and to your surprise, it reached the bottom of the window ledge. You race over to the radio and put on the local channel. I hear the announcement while I'm in the kitchen that all roads out of the village centre have been closed due to the heavy snowfall and have been for the past hour. This meant that our partners were stuck in the village until, at least, the snow has stopped falling. I get myself a glass off the draining board and get myself a quick glass of water, slightly leaning over the skin gazing out of the window in my own world, heart thumping thinking about my close encounter. Unbeknown to me you have turned off the radio and have slowly and quietly walked into the kitchen and are standing just behind me. You put you right hand on my waist and slowly move it around my front as you pull me in towards you, both of us facing out of the window. I put my glass down and close my eyes for a second as I feel your left hand low on my hip, slowly moving to the very top part of my thigh as you gently kiss my shoulders and neck. I breathe in as I feel your cock get slightly harder against my ass and turn around the face you. We stare at each other in silence for what seems like 10 minutes as you place your hands on the side in front of the sink, inching closer to me and pressing your body against mine. My heart is racing with excitement and nerves as I raise my hands to your neck and pull you in to kiss me passionately. As we kiss you move into me pushing me gently into the side, not aware that I can feel your lengthy cock against my pubic bone. You move slowly down and expose my left breast, licking it and making me breathe harder as I watch you do so. You kiss me once more on my lips and reach down to my hand, grasping it and pulling me into the lounge. We end up by the fireplace and we kiss again before I kneel down and undo your jeans. I pull them and your black boxers down to your ankles to expose your cock and I put my hand around it before putting it in my mouth. I move my tongue around it so you can feel my piercing and before too long you are moaning with delight as I play with your balls, moving my hand around to your ass now and again. You pull the hair from around my face and hold it behind my head so you can watch as I suck more intensely. You pull my head away take off your boxers and jeans before you kneel down in front of me and kiss me passionalty. As you're kissing me you notice I'm pulling you forward slowly and making you lie down on top of me. When you realise I am laying flat on my back you undo my jeans and pull them off. You look at my underwear in astonishment, as they are a crotchless string. This turns you on even more and you kiss me again, our hands moving all over each other as you kiss down my body and open the string. You look at me as you start to play with my clit, getting me more worked up than I was before. You then move in, digging your tongue into my pussy and making me moan with excitement. You then lick my clit, gently sucking on it before you insert two fingers into me, getting them as wet as possible. You then take them out and looking at me again slowly moving then around my ass before inserting them, making me cry out in pleasure. You move them in and out slowly and watch me writhe in ecstasy as you do so before taking them out and thrusting your now very hard cock into my very tight pussy, making you gasp with pleasure. You lift my left leg up over your shoulder and plunge into me hard making me scream and want more. You then lift my right leg up and place it over your shoulder as you withdraw your cock and place it on my ass, slowly pushing it in. I bite my bottom lip as I watch you insert it fully before speedy up your rhythm and pounding into me. We both start to moan with bliss and you reach down to play with my clit to aid my climax, but you find my fingers are already there. This makes your so horny that you loose all control and thrust into me as hard as possible, my screams of pleasure so loud that if anyone was outside they'd hear me perfectly clearly. As you pump harder I tell you I'm going to cum, and as I do so, my ass clamps down on your cock, making you cum with me. You cum so hard that my ass can't hold it all, and as you withdraw from me, some of it leaks out onto the rug we were on, but we don't notice it. You lean back onto your knees as I sit up straight and you kiss me passionately before getting up and putting your jeans back on. I stand up, and get dressed as you wonder into your bedroom to get a new packet of cigarettes. As I stand looking into the fire I reminisce of our recent experience, thinking about how long I've wanted to fuck you for. I then snap out of my daydream and wonder into the bathroom to clean up before you return back to the lounge. You grab your cigarettes and sitting on the bed, light one up, with another besides you for me. You think about what just happed and a smile creeps across your face, only half believing you'd done what you had wanted to for so long. Taking another puff, you leave the bedroom and wonder back towards the lounge, but on your way you hear me in the bathroom. You are about to knock on the door as you hear the front door open and our partners arrive back. You greet them and they ask if you want a cup of tea as they are making one to warm themselves up. You say yes and that you are just going to the bathroom. They wonder into the kitchen with the bags from the shop just as I open the bathroom door. You turn me around and walk me back in, closing and locking the door behind you. As you push me back into the bathroom I turn around and am just about to ask you what you are doing when you reach down and kiss me on the lips, signalling that you want me even more now. I let you gently push me against the bathroom wall and slip your hand down the front of my jeans and insert two fingers into me. I try to conceal my moans as much as possible as I move my hand down to join yours and get my fingers wet. I then place the same hand down the back of your jeans, inserting one finger into it. You stop kissing me, but only for a moment so that you can concentrate on my finger sliding into your ass. As we both finger fuck each other there is a knock on the door, and my partner asks where I am. You say that you don't know and then carry on kissing me and thrusting your fingers in and out of me. You kiss me deeply one last time before we both withdraw our fingers and wash our hands. You open the door so it's only just ajar, and with the coast being clear, we both appear from the bathroom, you grasping my ass as you do so. I turn around to look at you momentarily with a cheeky grin and you wink at me as we go and join our other halves in the kitchen. Snowed In Time was running out for Beth and she knew it, the snow had piled so high on the cabin she didn't know if she would be able to dig herself out. The snow fell hard and fast after the first reports on the ham radio said that a blizzard was heading straight for them. She knew she had enough food and water to last for several weeks but God only knew how long in it would take for the snow in the upper elevations to melt enough to get out, Paul had warned her but she would not listen to him. She was determined to stay in the cabin despite the dangers that staying would cause. She went to the highest window and looked out over the wintry scene that lay out before her; the barn was covered nearly to the roof so no chance of getting the horse out. She knew she would have to just sit tight, keep the fire going and ration what food and water she had. On the night of the third day she heard a scratching noise coming from near the back door, she went to investigate. Looking through the frosty glass she could see a tall figure digging into the snow, she gasped in relief she knew it had to be Paul coming for her. The stupid fool what was he thinking coming clear up here to rescue her, but she loved him for it. She knocked on the window; the fur clad man looked up and for a moment she thought that it couldn't be Paul. But who else could it be then. She opened the back door and using a small shovel she kept at the back door she helped Paul dig through the snow. Finally she cut through and Paul pushed his way forward through the small tunnel. She turned to greet Paul and was face to face with not Paul but someone else. She felt the first pang of fear when she realized it wasn't him, until he smiled. "I'm Tom, Paul sent me to find you." "Well, why didn't he come himself?" "Well he found himself in a bit of a bind; you see his wife went into premature labor." "Wife!" she screamed. The man stood back and looked at her as if he were afraid of what her next actions might mean. "You mean you didn't know he was married?" "No, I didn't know that he was married." "I'm sorry to have been the one to tell you then, but then I have more bad news for you. The path down the mountain is too treacherous at this time for us to get back down, so it is my opinion that we should just stay put for the time being." "Well that's a real no brainer isn't it?" "Mind if I ask how you got here?" "I live northwest of here about 20 miles; Paul radioed me and asked if I could make it to you. I said that I would try. So here I am, and I am sorry to say we are stuck here for the duration. Before I left my cabin I called for a weather update. There is another system heading this way and looks to dump more snow on top of what we already have. We could be stuck here, but you'll be glad to know I brought plenty of food with me I killed a buck on the way here. I will go out and put it in the barn so we can get to it when and if we need it and feed your animals. Okay?" "Thank you, I'm sorry if I came a little strong there I didn't mean anything against you for it. I will make some hot coffee for you while you do that then." "Thanks, I'd appreciate that." He left through the same tunnel he came in and headed to the barn. Beth turned back to the stove and put the coffee pot on the stove and went to the wood pile opened the door on the stove and put it inside. She felt better having someone there with her, but this stranger she wasn't sure what it was about him but something about him made her heart and body quiver with she didn't know. Was it fear or was it pleasure? Tom tossed the meat into the covered pit in the barn, through some straw oats and wheat's into the trough for the horse. He made sure that the cow had the same, and then taking a pail from the end of the stall he placed it below the cow and milked her until the pail was full. Then he made his way back to the house. He thought to himself he'd have to thank Paul for sending him here Beth was everything he had said. The dark haired, green eyed beauty didn't look as helpless though as Paul had let on. Beth turned as Tom walked back into the house; he took off his fur coat and hung it on the hook in the mud room. She poured coffee into the cup she had just picked up before he walked in. She then handed it to him. He took the cup from her and together they walked into the cabin main room. He looked around the cabin; it was a modest cabin with a loft room, fireplace, the living area was not what you would call large but was a nice size, her bed filled the far corner of the room. Obviously she had done that for warmth and comfort near the fire. "This is a nice place." "Thank you, my great grandfather built it for my great grandmother back in the late 1800's. When I inherited it from my parents when they died I had some work done to it to modernize it just a little bit. But I love it here away from all things modern, no phones, television, or people." "I know what you mean, my place isn't nearly as big as this but it meets my needs." "How long have you lived here?" "I came to the mountains about 10 years ago after the death of my wife and son in a car accident. I couldn't face people; I didn't want to see anyone." "I'm sorry about your family." "It was a long time ago, what made you come here?" "Nothing quite that tragic, but I hated my job, hated the city and when my parents died, I decided that with what they left me I wouldn't have to work another day in my life so why do it. When the family lawyer told me that I had inherited this place along with everything else it seemed like the best choice for me. So here I am. It was really hard the first year, that's when I met Paul. He was sent out here by Mr. Perez from the general store to bring me my supplies. I had no idea he was married he never said anything." "I'm sorry he disappointed you." "It's alright you had no idea." Beth didn't know what to think of this tall, dark haired, brown eyed man who was dumped into her lap due to this storm. She went to the stove and stirred the stew she had prepared, and scooped some into two plates. She returned to the living room and handed him a plate. "Thank you, I hope you don't mind my being here. But it wouldn't be a good idea from me to head back to my place until this storm passes." "No, really it's fine. It's too dangerous for man or beast in this weather, and I am grateful for the company. I've read nearly all my books and I don't like to run the batteries on the radio very long, it's nice to have someone to talk to." "For me as well, Beth." As the evening wore on they had talked about her great grandfather and the fact that he was nearly a legend trapper in these parts back in his day. They talked about his wife and son Tommy how they had died in a drunken driving accident. That he had been the driver and that after his time in jail he had decided that he could face the world or himself and he had retreated to the mountains and had been here ever since. It was late in the evening when Beth decided to take to her bed; he made a pallet of furs and blankets on the floor near the fire. Bedding down for the night the quiet did not allow Beth or Tom to go to sleep very quickly. The next morning Tom went out to the barn to feed and water the animals while Beth cooked a breakfast of fried potatoes, sausage links, pan fried corncakes, and coffee. Returning to the house Tom was ready for something hot, hot was right when he saw Beth standing over the wood cook stove. He didn't know how long he was going to be able to hold out from wanting to have her. If only she felt the same about him. Talking to her last night and the considerate way she listened to his story about his wife and son filled him with a sense of want, lust or something else he didn't know. But he'd like to find out. That evening sitting on the floor in front of the fire they sat drinking wine and looking into the fire. Beth felt the tension between them. She wondered at the meaning of it. When just then she looked over at him and noticed he was staring at her, he leaned forward and kissed her lips gently. The kiss was brief and gentle but the effect was deeply felt by both of them. Their lips parted and they looked at each other, unsure of what they should do next. Beth took a sip of her wine and looked off into the fire. Tom too looked into the fire, and felt the fire building deep within his loins. He wanted her, but her reaction to the kiss made him feel like he should slow down, even if it was going to kill him to keep his hands to himself. "Well, I think I am going to go out and check the animals before I head to bed." "Okay, would you like some hot cocoa when you come back in or perhaps more wine?" He knew that neither was going to help with the ache he was feeling only the cool air of the night would do that, "Thank you but no, but feel free if it's what you would like." He turned and went to the mud room and put on only his flannel shirt. The cool air is what he needed to cool this hunger he was feeling for Beth. Beth was puzzled by his reaction to their kiss, was it not what he had wanted. She thought perhaps she had sent the wrong message to him by not saying anything after he kissed her. Beth's body was charged with emotions from that kiss, he was so handsome and kind. She wondered what it would be like to do more than just kiss him. Beth moved to the screen that she had put up near the wash basin near the corner she filled a bucket of hot water from the pan that had been sitting on the stove. She removed her clothes wanting to hurry before Tom returned from the barn. She dunked the washcloth into the hot water, and then rubbed her favorite bar of dove soap onto the cloth. Moving the cloth over her body, she felt her skin tingle at the thought of Tom's hands moving everywhere the washcloth went. The impact of that thought made her audibly moan. At that moment Tom chose to come into the room having already hung his jacket in the mud room then proceeding to the living area with an arm load of wood for the fire. He froze his tracks as he heard Beth moan from behind the screen. His attention now on the screen he noticed that where the light played he could see her rubbing her hands over her body. Of course with that sight Tom's manhood sprang to life. Not wanting to startle her he quietly walked to the woodpile and sat down his load. He turned back to look at Beth still behind the screen her leg propped on the stool her hand moving the washcloth down her skin. His mind could not take any more his instantly began to shed his own clothes; he walked timidly towards the screen. Tom walked up behind Beth his eyes locked on her body, her rounded buttocks raised slightly as her leg still elevated on the stool, her hand moving over her inner thigh. He reached out his hand, he half expected her to jump or move away from her but he heard her sigh at his touch. Beth could not believe the real feeling of Tom's hands touching her skin; she felt his hands on her shoulders as if he were really touching her. She felt as if her skin were aflame with each move of his hand. His hands moved over her arms and down her back. The feeling was so real she didn't want it to end, she leaned back.Beth started when she came in real contact with Tom's chest in her back, "What are you doing?" "Nothing you don't want me to." "I'm not sure," she said as he turned her in his arms. Face to face and naked body to naked body, his arms embraced her and his hand moved to cup her face as he leaned down to take her lips in a passionate kiss. She stiffened only for a moment then the erotic feelings that moved through her body took control of her mind and body. All at once she was being lifted in to Tom's arms; he carried her to his pallet in front of the fire. Laid her down on the furs, then joined her there and resumed the kiss anew. Their hands were full of fever and passion as they moved with minds of their own. Moving over each others bodies, his on her and her to him. His hand moving to her mound stroking her lovingly, her body moist and ready for him. Her hand on his manhood stroking its firm hardness, she wanted to feel his length in side her. She moved over his manhood still stroking it firmly and lowered her mouth and guided it inside. Her mouth and hand solidly working together to bring them both pleasure. Her hot moist mouth threatened to make Tom cum too soon. Tom's hands were in her hair lovingly stroking her back as her mouth thrilled his manhood with each movement of her tongue. Their excited moans of pleasure filled the tiny cabin. Beth could not stand much more she raised her mouth from his manhood, looking up at him longingly. Tom seeing her eyes begging him to do something; he pushed her back on the furs, pulling her tight within his embrace. He kissed her heatedly as he moved between her legs; they moaned into each others mouths as he plunged his manhood home inside her. His rhythmic movements creating pleasure for them both, Beth clutched on to Tom for dear life. Tom rolled over pulling Beth on top of him; she straddled his hips and began riding his manhood. Tom's hands moving over her skin leading to her breasts, sitting slightly up to take one of them into his mouth. Sucking on the nipple, caressing the skin, as his manhood rods in and out of her body as they both ride the waves of passion moving through them. They moved together like lovers who had spent years apart not wanting to end the passion moving between them. Soon their passions ebbed, gripping tightly to each other the last groan of passion moved through them both. Beth fell forward onto Tom's chest, both breathing heavily. Tom held onto Beth gently stroking her back and hair. Beth moved off him and onto her side facing away from him, Tom rolled with her his arms encircling her. Beth could not believe what had just happened; she had wanted him so much she hoped that he felt the same about her. They both found sleep taking them over as the early light of dawn was breaking after spending the night making love to each other several more times. In the late morning sunshine as they were arousing from sleep, Beth heard noises coming from outside the cabin. She turned quickly to find Tom laying near her his arm gently thrown across her abdomen. She touched his arm and shook him quickly. "Wake up I hear noises coming from outside." "What kind of noises?" "I don't know noises. Go check it out." "Alright, alright I'll go." She unceremoniously knocked him on his butt as he tried to put on his pants. Laughing, "You want me to go check out the noise or not. If not I'm going to show you shoving." "No, No you go check it out, I'll start some coffee on to boil." Tom got up and went to the mud room. Looking out the window he saw that the door to the barn had blown open in the driving wind that was blowing outside, whipping the falling snow around. The conditions outside were fast becoming blizzard like when Tom finished the milking and feeding, he gathered some eggs from the chickens nest and picking up the bucket of milk had gotten from the cow Tom closed up the barn tight and headed back to the house. Walking in from the mud room, he handed Beth the eggs and put the milk on the counter. "Well the weather is really getting bad out there; I don't think there is any chance of going anywhere too soon." "That's alright I think we have all we need right here, and plenty to keep us warm right here," she said as she reached down and touched his manhood through his pants. Tom smiled and wrapped his arms around her pulling her into a searing kiss. Tom backed her up to the center island sitting her on top his mouth still on hers, as he began undressing her and himself. Soon they were both undressed. Tom's mouth moved down her body, she laid back on the cool surface of the island. His mouth heating her from the inside out, his mouth inching closer to its target, his tongue sliding over her clit she could not help but hold on to his head as his tongue pleasured her. She could not remember a time when she had felt this alive, she could not remember a time when she had been so happy, she hoped it would last. Her thoughts interrupted as she felt him lift her off the island. He carried her into the other room, placed her on the furs. "Beth, it's been so long since I have felt this way. When my wife and son died I thought my life was over, I am so glad I found you. You have made me see that I could still feel, love and be loved even without them. I need you Beth; I need you to be in my life, I know it seems so weird that we have only known each other for a few short weeks but in these weeks being here with you I have found love again, in you." "Tom, I love you too. That first day when I thought that you were Paul and to find out that he had been playing me all this time. I thought that I would give up on men, but you in this short amount of time have shown me such love, understanding a great passion. I can only hope that we shall always feel this way about each other. Will you do something for me?" "Anything my love." "Will you make love to me?" "Your wish is my command," he moved over her then taking her mouth and her body at the same time. Tom and Beth made passionate love all through the night, stopping only to take short breaks for food and beverages. Thiers was a new love and a new start for them both. Snowed In at the Diner Carl walked over and pulled his cock, already hard, out of his pants. "Oooh!" Lucy said in delight. "A long black cock and a thick white cock. Aren't we lucky!" Lucy pushed Carl's cock onto Michelle's face, rubbing it. Michelle relented and took a cock in each one of her small hands, moving her head back and forth between one and the other, sucking them deep and hard. "Aw, shit, she's suckin' it good!" Carl groaned. "Yeah, she's very oral, obviously," Lucy said. "You are, aren't you, Michelle? You're an oral sex kitten, aren't you? You like to use your mouth?" Michelle responded by pulling off, nodding, and then bringing both cockheads into her small mouth at the same time, her thin lips stretching taught around the two dicks. A gurgling noise came from down in her throat. "Ooooh, yeah!" Lucy was delighted at the sight, and worked her hips harder on Richard's face. "Here's what you do: take a cock in each hand." Michelle took them out of her mouth and did so. "Now, rub Carl's cockhead along the underside of Richard's cock." Michelle seemed unsure, but Lucy's lascivious grin spurred her on. She did as instructed, and both men groaned in pleasure. "Oh yeah, rub it up and down!" Lucy cackled. Michelle was transfixed by what her hands were doing, rubbing the black cockhead up and down the white cock. "Alright, now switch 'em up," Lucy instructed. Michelle did so, and rubbed Richard's cockhead up and down Carl's shaft. "Fuck yeah boys, get each other wet," Michelle growled. She was looking at the precum that was slowly leaking out of each cock, and which she was spreading around using the cocks as brushes. Carl was standing rigid, eyes closed and head thrown back, enjoying the feeling. Richard began to eat Lucy more urgently, sweeping his tongue not only on her pussy, but on her perineum and asshole when she moved her hips. "Mmm," Lucy sighed, and propped herself up, pushing her crotch into Richard's face. "Make me cum, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, I'm gettin there....uh uh uh..." Michelle kept rubbing the two cocks together, occasionally spitting on them or giving a lick, playing with them like a little girl with her toys. "C'mon kiss each other, yeah," she said huskily, as she pressed the two cockheads against each other, opening up the leaking pee-holes with her fingers and rubbing them together. Richard had removed his hands from Lucy's ass and now used them to hold on to the table, steadying himself as Lucy worked herself into a frenzy on his face, shaking her big ass: "Ung...ung...ung...so close...you feel so good....eat me, suck me, lick me, eat me...fuuuuuuckin' HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!" Her face turned red as she orgasmed and let out a scream, bucking her hips against Richard's head. After her orgasm, they repositioned themselves so that Carl, now naked, lay on his back on the table, knees bent and feet resting on the edge. Lucy moved herself astride him, and pushed her pussy down on his cock. "Ooooh, big black cock pushin' into my hot pussy!" She shared a long kiss with Carl while he played with her breasts. Richard stood by them, while Michelle was on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock and cupping his balls with her hand. Richard looked over at the way Lucy's ass moved on Carl's cock, and reached over to run a hand over it. "Look at that ass," he said to Michelle. "Bet you wish you had an ass like that. A big ass like that on a little girl like you and you couldn't walk five fuckin' steps without somebody pulling you over and fucking it. Yeah, all the neighbourhood boys'd be up on your ass." Michelle wanted to say something, but Richard pushed her head down on his cock with one hand, while with the other he spanked Lucy's ass on one cheek than the other, watching it ripple. He continued ranting: "Yeah, everybody'd be fuckin' you, that's for sure. Fuckin' that sweet ass. Raping it. You'd be getting hard cock up the ass all day and all night." He bent over and licked at Lucy's asshole, right above where Carl's cock was pumping in and out of her pussy. Lucy groaned. "Oh yeah! Whoever it is, keep playing with my ass!" Richard took Michelle's head by the hair and pulled her over to Lucy's ass, sticking her face in between her cheeks. "Fuckin' lick that ass," he growled. "I'm gonna be fucking it, so I want you to get it wet. Push in every gob of spit that you've got, understand?" Michelle nodded silently and closed her eyes, working her tongue into the older woman's ass. Richard spread Lucy's cheeks with her hands, improving Michelle's access and his view. "Deep, deep," he ordered, "get that little fuckin' tongue deep in that ass." "Alright, alright," Richard growled and pulled Michelle away. He leapt up and stood astride the two on the table. As he lowered himself he said to Michelle, "Guide my cock into that ass." "Fuck her, man," Carl said. "Let's fill her up. She needs two dicks. Look at her. She needs it." Richard pressed his cock down and into her ass, guided by Michelle's hand. The three fuckers hissed and groaned as Richard pushed his cock into her. "Ooo Ooo Oooooo," Lucy howled as Richard pushed his cock into her ass, while Carl stayed still for the moment in her pussy. "Mmmm, ungh...got two big boys in me....mph....yeah, move those cocks. Pump me!" The two men got into a rhythm where they would alternately penetrate her, in the pussy and then in the ass, so that the friction inside Lucy was constantly changing and shifting. They fucked hard but silently, lost in the sounds of grunts and the slapping of sweaty bodies. Lucy pulled herself off and flipped over, now lying on top of Carl facing upward. Michelle stepped forward again to handle the cocks, but in his hornyness Carl pushed himself into Lucy's pussy from underneath and began pumping away again immediately. Not willing to interrupt their frenzied fucking, Michelle just rubbed Richard's cock on the outside of Lucy's pussy, over her lips and smacking it down on her clit. "I-I..." Lucy stammered. "Put it in Michelle....I...I think I can take it. I think I can take 'em both..." Michelle looked unsure of what Lucy meant, so Lucy stopped her fucking motions, and pulled back until only the head of Carl's cock remained inside her. She grabbed Richard's hard cock and pressed it down and in too, until both cockheads were lodged in her pussy. Then, a look of total concentration on her face, Lucy carefully began pushing her pussy down on them. "OH FUCK!" Richard shivered at the tightness, and at the sight. Below Lucy, Carl clenched his teeth and screwed up his face. "Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck," Richard continued, as the two cocks slid deeper and deeper into the pussy that was creaming as they stretched it. "Oh honeys..." Lucy moaned, "Oh honeys...ungh...do it to me like...uhhhh...make me feel so sexy, fill up my sweet pussy with your big dicks....uuuu....fuck...fuck me, fill me with cock!" Michelle licked her lips as she looked down at the obscene sight in front of her, Lucy's stomach muscles flexing, her breasts quivering, her face on the razor's edge between pain and pleasure. Michelle said, "Woo, you got a black cock and a white cock rubbin' together in your pussy! Talk about striking a note for race relations!" The two men began slowly pumping Lucy. First they made small motions, moving inward and outward together. Then they began to alternate their strokes, rubbing not only against the sweet and tight pussy walls, but against each other. Richard grabbed one of Lucy's feet, which was hanging free in the air, and brought it to his mouth. Ripping open the end of the stocking he sucked at her toes, taking them into his mouth hungrily. "Mmmm," he moaned around her toes, "fuck, I'm not gonna last long..." Michelle moved back and crouched under them, where the asses of the men moved and flexed, and wet both of her middle fingers in her mouth. "Time to get some hands-on prostate experience," she muttered to herself, as though reciting her school notes. She pressed the finger of one hand into Richard's white ass, and the other into Carl's black ass. Rooting around feverishly in their assholes, she didn't have to wait long for a result. The men, a moment before obsessed with the throbbing sensations of their cocks, suddenly lost control when Michelle's fingers plunged them into a different sensation. The two cocks came together, throbbing and squirting inside Lucy. "OOOOOooo FUCK! I can feel you fuckers going off! AAAAAaaaargh!" This triggered Lucy's own orgasm, and the room was filled with screams from the three that orgasming together, as Lucy's pussy became a throbbing mess of flesh and bodily juices. Coming down, still breathing heavily, Richard was the first to slip out. Michelle had removed her fingers, and as he looked down she was sucking at Carl's ass like a leech. A stream of juices escaped when Richard had pulled out, and now it ran down Carl's cock and over his balls, under which Michelle tried to lap it all up before it hit the ground. Wiping sweat from his brow with one hand, Richard used the other to guide Michelle's mouth, up over Carl's cock, which slipped out from her sucking, and into Lucy's gaping, raw, pink, dripping pussy. "Yeah, suck it all up," Richard growled. "Kiss her pussy, suck it all out. Suck on all that cum. Her fuckin' cunt's like a creamy candy, isn't it? Like a fuckin' Boston cream pastry. You keep eatin' that and maybe you'll get a nice big ass like her, hmmm?" Eyes closed, Michelle whimpered at the verbal abuse and kept eating Lucy's pussy. ***** They slept that night on the tables, wrapped up in their jackets, like they planned. When dawn broke the snow had stopped. They were sore and hung-over. Without much effort, the girls convinced the guys that they should all have 'one more cum for the road'. They two guys sat on the floor, against the wall, naked. Lucy moved over Richard, presenting her big ass to his face, and then bent forward to suck his cock. Michelle positioned herself the same way over Carl. The girls sucked cock while the boys ate pussy and ass, but the girls warned the boys they wouldn't let them cum until they made their pussies explode first. The guys did eventually bring the girls off, pussy juice streaming over their faces and onto their chests, but before the guys came, Michelle - feeling wicked after her orgasm - tapped Lucy on the shoulder and said, "I've got an idea.' She whispered this idea to Lucy, who nodded and rumbled happily in agreement. The girls applied their mouths to the cocks, and just before the guys came the girls pressed a finger up the guy's asses. Then, after taking the cum in their mouths and keeping it there, they turned over and switched up. Lucy brought her mouth to Carl, but he wouldn't open up, and so she spit Richard's seed all over Carl's face, and then began to lovingly lick up the creamy drippings off her co-worker's face. Richard did open his mouth for Michelle, and they shared a long deep kiss as they pushed the other man's semen between their mouths. Richard broke off and growled, "Nasty! Nasty! Nasty!" spanking her ass each time. "Nasty girl, I'm not through with you!" He then kissed Michelle again, lapping up anything off her face that might have missed her lips. Michelle wasn't working that day so she joined Richard in his walk home. Halfway there she gave him another new experience; letting his hard cock out into the biting winter wind while it was sucked off by a hot mouth. -The End- Thanks for reading my story! Please remember to vote. And I'm always looking for feedback. I'd love to read any comments you have. Snowed-in At The Pass We left right after work Friday for a romantic weekend getaway to a mountain cabin, but by the time we reached the Cascades, night had fallen and the snow flurries turned into a full snowstorm. The pass was closed. Unable to reach the cabin, there was no other option but to turn back down the mountain, and find the first place to stop before we got stuck. So we retreated to the closest town on the map, which was little more than a gas station and a motel. We checked into the motel. Normally, we would have made the most of it; although not as romantic as the cabin we'd reserved, motel sex could help save the spoiled adventure. Jennifer stripped off her clothes and turned on the shower. She stepped in and then yelped. No hot water. I turned on the heater, and a fuse blew, knocking out the lights. Jennifer wrapped herself in a towel, as I went to wake up the proprietor. He fetched a flashlight and fumbled around with the fuse box, which seemed to be a tangle of wires. Jennifer stood dripping wet wrapped in her towel. I could see the old man pretending not to look, but stealing glances every chance he got as he mumbled apologies for the old fuse box. Eventually, he got the lights back on, but warned us that turning on the heater might blow out the fuse again. This would have been unacceptable, but what else was there to do? It was already midnight, and the snow was coming down hard, already covering our car. The roads were impassable. So we hunkered down in the old musty bed, wearing long underwear and wool socks and wool hats, with all the blankets piled on top of us. There was a lot of shivering, and neither of us were in the mood for sex. When we awoke, though, my cock was hard—the usual stiffness of morning wood before peeing, but also from being in a new and strange motel room with Jennifer. I rolled over to Jennifer, running my hands up and down her back, squeezing her buttocks, and nibbling kisses on her neck. Jennifer could feel my erection pressing onto her. She began to wake up, her eyes still sleep-crusted, and her blonde hair pillow-tangled. She reached for my cock and rubbed me through my long underwear, causing a small damp spot to start. "What have we here?" she said. As we rolled around in the small, lumpy bed, I was soon straddling her. She pushed my cock out of my long underwear, gripped it with her hand, and started to slowly stroke me. My cock was directly over her breasts, which she massaged and pinched with her other hand. She worked her long underwear shirt up, uncovering her breasts. My balls were so close to her now bare skin, I could feel the warmth rising. It was so cold that I could see my breath. She was still covered in the blankets from the waist down. Under the blankets, her hand had moved between her legs. I could tell that she was rubbing herself as she continued to slowly pump my hard morning cock. She still wore her hat, and her shirt. Only her soft natural breasts were exposed to the cold. She began to stroke me harder and faster. "Do you want to cum?" she asked, though she knew damn well I wanted to cum. She loved to talk dirty as she rubbed herself and stroked me. If she timed it right, she would make me shoot over her breasts right at the moment she began her climax. My balls were swelling and contracting, retracting from the cold, and expanding as they filled. Her hand had felt so good—her tight grip jacking me. She pulled my cock down between her pale breasts, then pushed her breasts together, forming a valley for my penis. I was already eager to spurt on top of her breasts, but now, snuggled in her soft, warm cleavage, it felt even better. "Do you like that?" she asked, knowing I liked it. "Do you want to cum like that?" I nodded. It turned me on to have her talking so sultry—like a whisper of a secret that we both shared. "Ummm," she moaned, getting herself off as much as she was turning me on. "I want you to cum between my breasts," she said. "Ummmmm, I wanna feel your hot cum." I looked down and watched the tip of my cock poking out from between the cleft of her breasts. The tip was shiny with pre-cum, a bead already dripping and pooling in the hollow of her throat. I knew I would soon explode, soon shoot globs of white hot sticky cum onto her neck, and even into her hair. She knew this, too, and was rubbing herself faster and harder, making herself wet and trembling with the building anticipation of orgasm. Some women are disgusted by cum, and some indifferent. Jennifer truly loved it. If we were making love missionary style, she would always ask me to pull out and shoot across her belly. If we were going at it doggy style, she'd tell me to pull out and shoot in onto her butt. And if she was sucking me off, she'd pull away at the last minute, so she could watch me erupt, and splash her face with globs of warm cum. She delighted in the accomplishment of making me shoot my load. I was about to explode, about to gush all the cum that had been building with anticipation since the day before. The frustration of the cold shower and broken heater, and the night of no sex. It had all built up to an almost painful pressure. And now I was straddling Jennifer, my cock sticking out of my long underwear, her long underwear pulled up over her breasts. My cock buried between the valley of her breasts, titty fucking her as she rubbed herself to an approaching orgasm and used her soft sultry voice to charge the air with her dirty talk. "Ummmm, baby," she cooed. "Cum on me..." She lifted her head off the pillow and licked the tip of my cock. Catching a drop of salty pre-cum on her tongue, she let her head drop back to the pillow. Her eyes still locked on mine, she licked her lips. This made me even harder as I pumped my cock between her soft breasts. She knew I was close and stuck out her tongue to catch as much of the spray as she could. Just then we heard a loud clatter. I leapt off of her and dove under the blanket. Just as we looked up, we saw the face of the old man in the back window. Jennifer yanked up the blanket to cover herself. I didn't want to get up with my hard cock wagging in front of me, in plain sight of the old man. "What the fuck?" I said. "Sorry," the old man said. His voice was muffled through the window, but we could hear him. That meant he could have heard anything we'd been saying. "Just fixing the water heater." He then motioned like he was going to come around the building to the front, and disappeared. I jumped out of bed and grabbed my pants. I'd just managed to pull them on when we heard his knock. I cracked the door. "Sorry to disturb you," said the old man. "Just fixing that water heater right up for you. Felt so bad you nice folks didn't get a hot shower..." I was still tired, sore from the lumpy bed, hungry from lack of breakfast, groggy from lack of coffee, and most importantly, pissed that he'd interrupted us at a very inconvenient moment. I am normally a pretty relaxed, "go with the flow" kind of guy, but I was ready to start yelling at the old man. Yet, he seemed genuinely sincere that he hadn't meant to disturb us. He said he felt truly bad for the heater, and wasn't going to charge us for the room. There really wasn't anything else that could be done. Getting mad wasn't going to help. The free room certainly was a nice gesture. The old man added that the snowplows should probably be arriving by noon, and should get the pass clear again. "A really bad storm," he said, "but all clear now." Looking outside past him, I had to agree. Outside it was gleaming bright, the air crisp. The sky an intense blue against the white snow-capped peaks. Inside the motel room it had been dark and musty. Outside it already felt like a new day. I shut the door, and turned back to the bed. Jennifer got up and walked into the bathroom. She pulled down her long underwear and sat on the cold toilet seat. Through the open door, she called out, "Think he saw us?" "I doubt it," I said, wanting to reassure her. In truth, I think he had seen and heard everything. "Want to jump back in bed?" I said, hoping to release what had built up. "Not with him around," she said as she peed. Her voice was no longer the sultry voice she used when turned on, but the tired in the morning and let's get our day started voice. The moment had passed, and it was still freezing cold. She stood up and flushed the toilet. We might as well get dressed and see what the day had in store for us. Across from the gas station/motel, was a large reservoir formed by a hydroelectric dam. A service road crossed over the top of the dam, and then twisted up a steep hill, into the forest. It looked like a good place go on a hike. Actually, it looked like the only place to hike. Bundled in our winter jackets, gloves, scarves and hats, we hiked across the dam, and started up the hill. Along the way, we snapped photos. The frozen lake. Snow on trees. One of those silly couple shots where we hold the camera out at arm's length. In one Jennifer lifted up her jacket and flashed me. She was wearing several layers, but no bra. Her nipples immediately pinched in the chilly mountain air. "You look cold," I said, staring directly at her bare breasts. "Warm me up," she said, still holding her shirt up with both hands. I stepped closer to her and placed my mouth next to the soft skin of her breasts. Before I kissed, I inhaled. Her skin was dry in the mountains, but had gotten a bit damp with perspiration from the hike. She smelled delicious. I kissed her skin, which tickled her a little and made her giggle. But when I put my warm mouth over her nipples and began to gently suck and swirl my tongue, she moaned. Her hands ran through my bed-tangled hair. I ran my tongue up the cleavage between her breasts. She was a little salty. I thought about that morning, straddling her. I was so close to cumming and shooting right in this very spot between her breasts. I resented the old man. I wish she hadn't stopped. If he wanted a show, whatever. Lonely old guy. Obviously the only business he got was from the gas station and not the motel. I should have just told Jennifer to keep going. I needed the release. I was beginning to get mad again, thinking about how the old man had spoiled our morning sexy time. Then, without any prompting, Jennifer squatted down, opened my pants, and took out my cock. Even though the air was biting cold, the warmth of her hands immediately made me hard again. As she began to kiss the tip of my cockhead and swirl her tongue around, a few tiny snowflakes began to fall. Normally, when you're getting sucked off by the woman you love, you don't think about anything else. But I started thinking about the snow and if the pass would stay snowed-in and if we'd have to spend another night in that cold, dank motel. The more distracted I was, the harder it was for me to cum, and so the harder she sucked, gripping me with her hand and really going at it. She was not distracted. In fact, she seemed still turned on from the morning, and focused on my erection. As she pumped me, I could feel the cum already heavy in my balls begin to churn. I had been disappointed that Jennifer hadn't wanted to jump back into bed, but now I realized that she hadn't lost her sexual urge, she just wanted to get far enough away from the Peeping Tom motel owner. This was nice. I was standing in a mountain forest on a gravel road, getting sucked off by the woman I loved as the snow silently fell. I tried to hold the picture of it, a mental snapshot, so I could always remember it. Just then, I saw, far in the distance, another couple walking up the road. If I could see them, they could probably see us, and could no doubt tell exactly what was going on: her kneeling in front of me, her head bobbing up and down on my cock. I told her people were coming. This seemed to make her go faster and harder. She pulled her mouth off my cock and held it open, her tongue inches from the tip. "Cum on my face," she said. "I want to feel it." The people were closer now. I could see that it was a middle-aged couple. They were still far away, but they'd surely seen us by now. Jennifer gripped me with both hands, jacking me up and down, her face eager and waiting. The people continued up the road. I could now see that they were walking a small dog. Jennifer continued to pump my cock with both hands, her mouth open and ready to receive my load. She was looking up at me with her blue eyes. The people were even closer. I could see that the small dog had a red sweater. "Cum for me baby," she said. "Shoot it. I want your cum baby." She wasn't speaking softly or sultry. She was giving orders, demanding that I shoot my cum on her face. Unable to hold back any longer, I grunted. "Here it comes," I warned her. "Yes, baby," she said, ready for it. I shot a large, pent-up load onto her face. It splattered on her mouth, her nose, and her hair. She pumped out every drop. Then she zipped me up, and quickly stood up. She smiled at me. Jennifer's face was covered with my fresh cum, some already dripping from her chin. My heart was pounding, my muscles shaking, and my head dizzy from the intense explosion. With the couple still walking toward us, we turned quickly and headed further up the hill, hoping to put some distance between us. As we took long fast steps, our breath scattered in the crisp air. Jennifer was glowing with perspiration, her cheeks rosy and splattered with cum. She let it evaporate on her skin. She said she liked the sensation. She said it made her feel naughty. She said having the couple catch us in the act turned her on even more. She unbuttoned her pants, and then guided my hand between her legs. She was wearing long underwear, but no panties. Her long underwear was soaked. My finger slid up her already wet and swollen folds. I slipped a finger easily inside her. She was warm, and I could smell the musk of her wetness in the snowy air. Like the forest, it smelt earthy, mossy, sweet. She leaned into me, giving my hand more reach up into her as I began to finger her. She closed her eyes and moaned. From a distance, it just looked like we were hugging. She was standing very close to me, her lips nibbling at my ear, and her tongue darting in, as she whispered very softly, and very slow and sultry that she wanted me to pull down her pants just enough... she paused and kissed... and turn her around... she paused and kissed... and push her up against a tree... she paused and kissed, rolling her hips to meet the pressure of my finger inside her... and fuck her against a tree. Hearing her say this made my still half-hard cock twitch and regain a little stiffness. Meanwhile, the couple behind us had caught up a little. They had rounded the curve, and we could see them and their little dog with the red sweater again. I couldn't believe they were still hiking up the road. It wasn't like the service road was a regular hike. But maybe they'd been stopped by the snowed-in pass, too. Still, they didn't look like hikers, just the average tourist who would stroll a half mile or so and turn back. We'd already climbed several hundred feet above the lake and the old service road had switchbacked several times. We started to hike again, trying to regain some space between us and the dogwalkers. Jennifer hadn't bothered to button her pants back up. Her hand was in her pants, rubbing herself as we hiked. I had never heard of anyone hiking and masturbating at the same time, but she said she was so turned on that she wanted to cum as soon as we'd lost the dogwalkers. After a while, I glanced back and noticed that the couple had stopped. Perhaps to let their dog do its business. We continued ahead, until they were a good distance behind us. Jennifer stopped. "Can you still see them," she asked. I turned downhill to see. I nodded. "What are they doing?" "Nothing," I said. "Just standing there." She was standing in front of me, and from a distance it looked like we were just talking. But her hand was still inside her pants, and she was rubbing herself even harder now, and her body began to sway, getting weak at the knees. "Can they see us?" she asked. "Yeah," I said. "I think so." This seemed to get her even hotter. She smiled. "I'm going to cum," she said. She looked at me, as if for permission. I nodded. "Make yourself cum," I said. She smiled and closed her eyes, letting her head tip back. Snow fell and caught on her eyelashes. She bit her lip, as she held back a cry. Her lower lip quivered. And then she grunted sharply, and gasped, "Oh my god, I'm..." Her breathing became sharp as she gasped. She grunted again, and bent forward, her hand still deep between her legs. "Ahhhhhhhhh," she gasped as the orgasm began. "I'm cummming," she cried out, her voice echoing off the hills. The couple with the dog looked up. From the distance they still could only see her from the back. They wouldn't have seen her slip her hand from her long underwear, wet and sticky with her own juices. They couldn't have seen her face, rosy red from the cold and her orgasm. Her face, flecked with snowflakes and the dew of perspiration, and the salt of my cum. Her teeth chattered. "Do you think they heard?" she asked. "I don't know," I said. "Sound carries in snow." "Good," she said, and grinned. It was a mischievous grin, like a naughty child who had gotten away with misbehavior. The couple turned and began to walk back down the hill, away from us. Our breath steamed. I was hard again, having been only inches from her as she made herself climax. I loved her for being so bold, so uninhibited out in nature, even though the couple with the dog must have figured out what we'd been doing. "Can you still see them?" she asked. "They just rounded the bend," I said. "Good," she said. She reached for my cock and began to stroke me through my pants. Feeling I was already hard, she released my body and gave it a few firm strokes with her still warm and slippery hand. Then she turned her back toward me and leaned forward against a tree. "Pull down my pants just enough," she said. I hooked my thumbs into her elastic waist, and tugged down her pants and long underwear. Her pale bottom was now exposed, and instantly covered in goosebumbs. Stepping up behind her, and squaring my hips, the tip of my cock bobbed at the wet entrance of her pussy. I could feel its warmth radiating. "Now fuck me," she said. The snow fell silently, as I pushed in easily with one thrust and began. Snowed in at Work My name is Lorna. I'm a 28 year-old African-American woman and I work as a supervisor in an upscale hotel here in the Big City. I'm 5'7", 135lbs with long black hair and light brown eyes. I work out to keep my 34B-25-36 in tight shape. Guys love my ass but I guess my favorite part of me is my nipples. They are long and thick and so sensitive. My boyfriend can make me cum just from licking and sucking them during foreplay. I keep my bush neatly trimmed but I do not shave, I tried it once and it was a disaster so I keep the hairs cropped very short and I shape it. Obviously I'm not a virgin. I've been dating the same man (a white man) for five years. So anyway. One night we were at work and it had been snowing all day and the conditions were brutal out. The Hotel was going crazy because people were checking out and then finding out flights had been cancelled. I had been working the reservations desk with Tony, a very good looking married guy. He was one of the few "straight" males that worked in the hotel. There were several rumors regarding Tony and some of the female coworkers, Tony and I were friends and I had asked him about the rumors and he always denied them. I had also heard a rumor that he was very well endowed, I never confronted him on that one. We were going crazy until 9PM when Donna (our boss, the Rooms Division Manager and a bitch) called down and asked us to stay until 11PM then she would get us a suite for the night since travel out of the city had become impossible from the 14" of snow that had already fallen and was still falling. It sounded fine to me, I'd done it in the past during bad weather. The hotel was all suites and gorgeous and usually in these emergency situations you shared a room with one or two other coworkers. I agreed and asked Tony who hesitated but finally agreed. By 11PM we were both tired from our 15 hour days and I just wanted to go to my room and shower and hit the pillow. We went to the front desk to get our keys and one of the guys behind the desk joked that I was staying with Donna and Renee (from the sales office) in the biggest suite in the hotel (besides the Presidential Suites). "Does it have a bed?" I asked him "because thats all I care about." Tony and I walked to the elevator and he said now was my chance to get some brownie points. I slapped his arm, knowing what he was implying. You see, rumor had it that our lovely, bitchy boss went both ways. He got off the elevator on the 22nd floor and I went up to the 45th. I knocked before I entered and opened the door and went into the livingroom. It was a large suite with a king sized bed in the bedroom and a sofa bed in the large livingroom. I saw a bottle of champagne on the table and two more in a large silver ice bucket. Donna came out of the bedroom wearing a large, fluffy bathrobe, her hair wet from a recent shower. She greeted me with a warm smile that I don't think I had ever seen in my three years there. She told me "welcome to the party" and informed me Renee was in the shower but I could go next. She said there was an extra robe in the bathroom and that if I wanted, I could put everything I was wearing in the laundry bag because she was going to have the valet take our clothes. "I'm going to have him wash our delicates and press our clothes so we look presentable tomorrow" I nodded and she poured me a glass of champagne. "We're gonna have a slumber party tonight" she laughed. I have to admit, I was very suprised by how nice and how sweet she seemed. You have to understand, her nicknames included "bitch" and "ice queen", those were the nicer ones. Renee came out a few minutes later, she was wearing the same type of robe and her short red hair was also wet. She smiled and gave me a hug and I could swear she was a bit drunk already. "I'm gonna get to watch my first porno tonight" she said to me excitedly. Now Renee wasn't a classic beauty. She was pretty in a porcelin doll kind of way. Her hair was red (natural) and her skin was milky white. She had a descent body, her bottom was a little bigger then the rest of her skinny body but definitely not fat. Her face would be considered very beautiful if not for her narrow but longish nose. She had very pretty blue eyes though. She was 22 and had moved to the big city from Des Moines, Iowa. She was such an innocent. I wondered if she were a virgin. She would turn red and get embarassed when sex was mentioned. Here she was, anxious to watch one of the in-room adult movies. "Go ahead and shower" Donna said, "I ordered some snacks from room service. Hurry so you can be out and eat while the foods still hot" I smiled and went into the bathroom. It was steamy from the two previous showers but as I peeled off my business suit and then my pantyhose and panties and bra, I felt good. My nipples had already stood up on full alert as I stepped into the shower. I was washing all the tension out of my aching body and started to think about Ray, my boyfriend and how we always had great fuck sessions on Friday nights since he lived out of state and only came in on the weekends. I would be missing a good fucking tonight. I spent a little extra time soaping my nipples but stopped myself short of getting too hot. I put my things in the bag (panties and bra and pantyhose) and noticed the pink, lacey underthings in the bag. I knew they belonged to Donna because she was big chested (34D I noticed on the tag). I may not have mentioned it, but Donna was as pretty as she was bitchy. She was 30 and in great shape. Her breasts were really awesome and you couldn't help peaking at them when she talked to you. She wore sheer blouses ocassionally and always wore lacey bras. Tony would joke that she needed a good fucking to knock the bitch out of her. I wrapped the warm robe around me and for a moment I felt odd being completely naked underneath but I told myself it was like going to the gym or the spa. I had no trouble being around naked women then. The food had just arrived and was set up on the small dining table in the livingroom. Donna told us to have a seat and she gathered up all our clothes and called down for the valet to come pick them up. We ate assorted appetizers and drank from one of two bottles of wine that were braught up. By 12:30 we were finished snacking and halfway through the second bottle of wine. I was feeling a little buzz and Renee was drunk, only Donna seemed uneffected. Renee ran to the livingroom couch and turned on the TV and punched up the menu for the hardcore movies. They had both softcore movies, like the ones they show on Playboy, and about 45 titles of the real nasty stuff. I watched some porno with my boyfriend so I wasn't offended at all by it. In fact, it usually worked as great foreplay and I could get very wet and aroused watching a good porn. We gathered on the huge, soft couch and Donna turned the lights down low and we watched the movie on the 35" TV. It started with a woman masturbating, then two guys walking in on her and fucking her. We were quiet for the first fifteen minutes the movie was playing. Then after the first scene, Donna asked Renee if she sucked a lot of cock over there in Iowa? Renee's white skinned blushed deep red and she told us she never did that. "Are you a virgin?" Donna asked and she had paused the movie. We listened to Renee meekly descibe that she was not a virgin, that she dated a guy for two years and they had sex but he thought oral sex was dirty. We talked about sex for a few minutes and Donna suprised me when she said "I bet Lorna loves sucking cock" I was silent for a second, then I saw Renee looking at me intently. I smiled, letting them both know that I did. "I'm torn" Donna said and she was standing now pouring us all some wine, "I do love a nice cock, don't get me wrong. But I love a sweet, tender pussy too... makes me crazy thinking that no tongue has ever touched yours" Donna looked right at Renee and the shy redhead turned away. Donna put the movie back on. We watched in silence again, two more scenes and two more beautiful women sucking and fucking good, hard cocks. I was wet by now and I was a little drunk and I was so damn horny by now. The movie was stopped and more wine was poured. The next scene was a beautiful woman with large breasts. The premise was she was interupting her husbands poker game to wipe the table clean and masturbate for the guys. Eventually the four men had thier cocks out and were stroking them. The "wife" was using a vibrating dildo and when she came she squirted all over the green felt. "Wow, a fellow squirter" Donna said aloud to no one and everyone. One by one the four guys jerked thier spunk all over her lovely tits and the movie was over, fading to black as she licked her fingers clean. "You can do that?" Renee asked. "Me and my pocket rocket can" and that started a conversation on masturbating, something Renee also claimed to never have done. We were debating on watching another movie, it was 2 AM and we all had our second wind. There was no denying the sexual energy in the room. I knew Renee had no real sexual experience except for her one lover in college. I had a half dozen lovers in my life and enjoyed most things but I guess I was "normal", not too adventurous. I was a big fan of fucking and oral sex, I masturbated frequently too (having a long distance relationship will do that) but I never had a threesome or public sex or never had a lesbian experience. I did fantasize about other women, but only alone and only with my "silver bullet" vibrator. Renee seemed very curious about this "pocket rocket" and Donna asked her if she wanted to see it. Renee seemed suprised that she would have it with her at work. Donna told her that was the beauty of the pocket rocket, it went anywhere you did. She went into the bedroom and came out with a small satin pouch, like an eyeglass pouch and handed it to Renee. We watched her remove the pocket rocket and she said it was "so small" and Donna explained it was the most powerful vibrator in the world and having it rub against her clit always cause a "wet orgasm". I got up to pee and I couldn't believe how wet my pussy had become between the movie and the conversation, I was on fire. I let my finger slip in my wetness and was debating giving myself a quick cum when Renee knocked hard on the bathroom door and told me to hurry out because Donna was going to show us how the pocket rocket worked. I wiped my dripping pussy and put the robe back on and joined them in the livingroom. Donna had cleared off the glass coffee table and was sitting on it, Renee was on the couch in front of her and she patted the couch next to her and told me to "hurry". I sat down and we were all giggling and the mood was very relaxed, yet very sexually intense. "If I'm going to do this, masturbate for you girls, then you have to give me something too". Renee suddenly looked scared and I wondered if she was going to ask us to do something sexual for her, I was horny and I had fantasized about women, but I wasn't sure I was ready to take the full plunge. "I'm going to be naked so I want the two of you to also be naked. No bathrobes allowed." Renee and I seemed relieved and I stood up and opened my robe and let it fall to the floor. My nipples were like dark chocolate treats and they were so hard, nearly 3/4 of an inch. Both women took in my naked body and I turned slowly to show Donna my ass, "now thats a perfect booty" she said and gave each cheek a squeeze before spanking one. I had never been spanked and was suprised at the jolt it sent straight to my pussy. We watched as Renee suddenly shy, removed her robe. Mmm... would you look at that" Donna said. I knew what her eyes were drawn too imediately. Renee had a very full bush of flaming red hair that contrasted her milky white skin so nicely. She sat down quickly though and crossed her legs. I looked at her breasts then. They were almost the same size and shape as mine. They differed in that my areolas were all nipple, dime sized and hard and wrinkly. Renee had puffy areola, the entire pale pink circle seemed to be swollen. She was a very sexy girl. Our eyes went back to Donna and she seemed to enjoy the attention we were giving her. She sat back and opened the sash of her robe and slowly, teasingly lowered it from her shoulders and exposed an absolutely perfect set of big tits. The words "silver dollar" came to mind when I saw her areola's. Her nipples weren't long but were thick, like the tip of a thumb. They were a medium brown color and she had sexy goosebumps all around. Then the robe came off completely and Renee and I looked at her. Her pussy was beautiful, I know, it feels wierd saying that and it was even wierder to think that but her pussy was completely shaved and smooth. The puffy lips were swollen and her clit was poking from its hood, you could already see how wet she was. Her outter lips were so puffy and I looked at her pussy with an intensity I had never given when seeing a mans cock for the first time. I began to wonder if something would happen besides masturbating. I sat back with my legs together but not crossed. Renee had her thighs closed tight, her legs crossed and just her thick red bush poking through. Donna was giving a narrative on how she liked to masturbate and was touching her niplles, rubbing them and pinching them and squeezing the entire round orb. She lay back on the table and time stood still as she performed for us. She was putting on a show for us in the beginning but as she played with her tits and pussy and even rubbed a wet finger over her tiny asshole, she was doing it more for herself now. Her desire to cum getting greater and greater. I rubbed my own thighs together and felt my dripping pussy but refrained from touching it just yet. Renee was staring wide eyed at Donna's hot pussy and Donna was now putting the pocket rocket into her act. I gave my tits and nipples a full squeeze as Donna was now moaning and telling Renee how close she was to cumming and to get ready if she wanted to see her squirt. Some how Renee took that as an invitation to move closer to our boss' pussy. I jumped, startled when Donnas pussy just squirted. First a thick burst like a mans cum then a more watery splash, then another and another. She stopped squirting but kept cumming, her body was tense and shaking and her cum lasted a full minute. Renee had gotten a little too close and had gotten "hit" with Donnas ejaculate. She looked at it, I thought she would taste it but she didn't. She just touched it and giggled. I didn't know much at that moment, just that I needed to cum. Donna licked the little vibrator clean and held it out and asked if anyone wanted to borrow it? I didn't see Renee reach for it so I did. I sat back and opened my legs wide and just put the vibrator right on my clit. I pinched my sensitive nipples so had and in less then 30 seconds I was cumming like an animal, making loud, grunting noises. It was incredible, I'd masturbated with several different vibrators but this little baby packed an overwhelming punch! I was breathless, sweating and happy when I finally came down. Donna stood and held out her hand to Renee who took it and she started for the bedroom and told me to join them (as if they had a point by now). I followed and Donna set Renee down on the bed and motioned me to the other side. Renee lay back but her legs were still closed quite tightly. She was clearly excited and clearly nervous about what was about to happen to her young body. Donna ran her hands over Renee's baby smooth legs and I was soon doing the same. Up her thighs and over her red bush and to her belly button before we each took a tit and started to massage it gently. Renees eyes were closed and slowly she started to relax and open her legs. Donna asked me if I would rather hold the vibrator on her clit or taste that sweet pussy... I liked the look of that pussy but I guess I wasn't ready to take the plunge just yet. Donna couldn't wait though. She opened Renees legs and started eating that red bush. I didn't even have to use the vibrator, I just sat back ad watched Donna bring Renee to a screaming orgasm. Donna kept her mouth attached to young Renees pussy and seemed to drink her dry. The three of sat there in post orgasmic bliss, but the night wasn't over... it was only 3AM. Snowed In...Becky and Dad Hi. I'm Michael. I live in Silver River, Idaho with my wife Janet. We have two grown children, Marcus and Becky. I never imagined I would be telling anyone this story. My wife doesn't even know about this but I have a need to get it off my chest. You see, Becky and I have a sexual relationship. She's now married and has a family of her own, but that hasn't stopped us from fooling around. Having sex with my daughter was nothing that I ever fantasized; at least that I could remember. Shit, she just turned 18. It started on the car ride to our vacation cabin in eastern Montana. It's a nine-hour drive from our home on the Idaho panhandle, which requires a couple of rest stop and gas station breaks. My wife and children always swap seats after the breaks so they all get a turn enjoying the more comfortable front passenger seat while I drive the entire way. As we entered the home stretch I stopped at the last service station to fill up. My family got out of the car to enjoy a couple of minutes of fresh air. We all pilled into the car with Becky happily jumping into the front seat with me. Her excitement could not be contained. She had waited all these hours to get her chance to get comfortable. She also didn't want to have to deal with her older brother teasing her. Her excitement didn't last for too long as she quickly became tired. We had been on the road for seven hours and the family and I were starting to feel it. My wife and Marcus were already asleep when Becky apologized for being a lousy co-pilot as she rearranged herself on the bench seat so that her head lay on my right thigh and began falling asleep. What a beautiful picture, so sweet and innocent. My daughter was growing into a woman, I thought to myself as I reached out a stroke her blonde hair. Just then, she once again rearranged herself in the middle of her sleep so that she placed her right hand under her head and directly on my thigh, as is if she was using it as a pillow. My wife always signals to me that she is ready for bed and sex by placing her hand on my thigh and giving it a squeeze. Now my daughter was inadvertently doing the same thing! My penis knows this signal too well, and without any self-control it began to throb and expand. The warmth of her breath on my thigh was not helping me either as my penis began to snake its way to the source of hot air. A million thoughts filled my head. I suddenly had a difficult time focusing on the road. Why couldn't I stop myself from throwing a serious hard-on with my daughter on my thigh? I convinced myself that it was just a reaction to the body contact that was making me feel this way and not any perverted sexual fantasies. We were just an hour away from the cabin and everything would be just fine. Well that is what I thought until she once again moved in her sleep. This time, her hand slipped down over my thigh even more so that her hand cusped the engorged head of my penis. It took all of my will not to run the car off the road. And again my penis betrayed me as it made its way all the way up to her face. Never had I wished I had been wearing some jeans instead of the loose fitting khakis I was sporting. The light fabric not only allowed my penis to roam as it willed but it also did nothing to soak up the waterfall of pre-cum that began to gush out of it. I could feel my penis do a tap dance on the cheek of my innocent daughter as she slept. I could hardly breathe and began to panic. I kept looking in the backseat to see if Janet or Marcus were awake and then back to down to my daughter. I prayed that they would not awake to see this happening. Becky continued to stir in her sleep. This time, with her hand already on my penis, she squeezed it and let out a deep moan. I panicked again! Was she awake? Was she enjoying this? I could not see if she was awake as she was facing the dashboard. I almost unloaded in my pants with that thought. The thought of her enjoying this was turning me on! Knowing the gravel road that leads to our property was filled with potholes and would awaken the group, I removed Becky's grasp from my penis before they would awake. I quickly rearranged my penis so that it went up the inside of my right thigh as the front right wheel hit the first pothole and jolt everyone awake. When Becky lifted her head there was a huge wet spot of pre-cum where once the head of my penis laid. She turned and looked down at my thigh. I looked at her and could see my pre-cum glistening on her left cheek and the crack of her lips. Oh shit! What was I going to say to get myself out of this? Nothing. Becky looked right into my eyes and said, "Daddy, I'm sorry I fell asleep and slobbered on your leg," as she wiped of my pre-cum from her rosy cheek. Boy, that was a good one, I thought. She continued to wipe her cheek and I swear I saw her lick the corner of her mouth and tasted my pre-cum from her lips. Everyone began to unload the car. I pretended to collect things out of the front seat but I was really trying to gain my composure and let my penis deflate. Ever since my freshman year of high school I've learned to hide the fact that I have an erection or the whole world would know. I'm pretty endowed, both with girth and length, and it's pretty hard to hide it. So I continued to collect my things and wait for the torpedo to subside. As I stood to get out of the car I could feel all the pre-cum that was once on my thigh start to ooze down my leg. The thought that I was so close to shooting my load only made my cock hard again. I quickly ran into the cabin and into our bedroom to change before unpacking the rest of the car. My wife and daughter prepared dinner. Over dinner the kids talked about what they had planned for this vacation. I stared intently at Becky, looking at her in a whole new light She was becoming a woman and I had not even noticed. Just then Janet gave me "the squeeze" and I almost jumped out of the chair in panic! Did Janet see something? Did I just give my lust away? Wait, I have nothing to panic about, it was just physical contact that made this all happen, I convinced myself. Janet and I quickly dismissed ourselves telling the kids we were turning in and not to stay up too late. Janet and I quickly undressed and in no time I was pounding away at her pussy. We've been married for 22 years and never once has she been able to take all of me. I thought after Marcus was born her pussy would loosen up enough for me to do some deep fucking like I've always wanted. But that was not the case, neither was it after Becky was born two years later. I resigned myself never having my cock completely stuffed in her. As I began fucking Janet, my thoughts drifted to Becky and the near blowjob I received in the car. I began fantasizing about her unzipping my pants to let my snake free and her kissing and sucking on the head trying to get as much of the head in her mouth as she could. Then I imagined me erupting into her hot mouth, spewing all my seed down her throat. In reality, I was fucking my wife and shoot my load up her pussy. My wife could tell I was the not same. "Honey, you've never fucked me like that before. That was incredible," as she subsided from her orgasms. I tried to catch my breath as she slid from under me with her hand covering her muff. I watched as she hurried to the toilet to release my load in the toilet. There is always a mixture of emotions for me – sad to see my seed go to waste like that but happy to know I can dump a load like know one else. That would be the only sex I would have with her for the rest of the week. Janet did it only when she wanted it – this was a cause of many fights throughout our marriage. Her argument was that she didn't need it as much as I did nor did she want to get fucked by a flagpole every night. Her pussy needed time to recoup she would always say. I probably jacked off more times than Marcus did because of this! Certainly with my thoughts on Becky, my solo activity would increase in production. The next day my life changed forever... Janet took Marcus into town to go and play ice hockey with his buddies while she went to visit friends in the nearby town leaving Becky and me to fend for ourselves. Janet's family has been vacationing in this area since she was a little girl, so we have many friends in the area. Becky spent most of the time catching up on her romance novel she had been reading. I went out and chopped some wood. It had gotten bitterly cold that day and I wanted to make sure we were prepared for the night. As anyone from Montana will tell you, the November weather changes with the wind, pretty quickly. A storm had gathered around us and in no time it began to snow. It was just not any snow, as heavy wet flakes hit the ground. I wondered about Janet and Marcus as the snow started to accumulate even more. I reached for the phone only to have it ring before I picked it up. It was Janet. She told me she and Marcus were going to stay the night at her friend's house for the night as the roads were too dangerous to travel. The storm had hit there first before moving to us. She would call in the morning before heading out. I built a nice fire as Becky prepared dinner. It was going to be the two of us for the night. Becky kept to herself after dinner and turned in early. I stayed up to listen to the forecast and watch the dying fire. I turned in about an hour later. As I drifted off to sleep I began dreaming about making love to a young blonde girl with perky breasts and a tight pussy that would accommodate me fully. I had been dreaming about this girl for a couple of months now. I often jack off to this image. I was suddenly awakened by the weight of the bed changing. I looked over to the other side to see Becky crawling in underneath the covers. My cock was throbbing already from the dream I was having, so to have her crawl into bed with me didn't help! She explained that her room was really cold and mine was much warmer. I was hoping that she would stay on her side of the bed as I was completely naked with an incredible erection. We both floated back to sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night, I began to have that dream again. The young blonde girl without a face was back and I was fucking her for all she was worth. We were lying on our side as my cock was stretching her hole. She was screaming for me to shove more of my thick penis into her. She could take it she said. As I shoved more of me into her I reached around to pinch her nipples and nibble on her neck. We continued like this until I unloaded into her convulsing pussy. This felt so real and I could actually feel the tickles of pussy hair on my shaft, and my balls, they were churning and dumping my seed. Wow, I am having a serious wet dream, I thought to myself. Shit! I can't have one while my daughter's in bed with me. I shook myself awake only to find myself wrapped around Becky and hearing her tell me "It's so big Daddy, and you cum a lot too!" I jumped in a panic, dislodging my cock from between her naked thighs. I tossed the covers back to see the damage that I had done. I turned the light on, hoping not to find a bloodied virgin mess. Instead, I found my beautiful, naked blonde daughter sitting in a pool of my cum as it drained from her thighs. "I...I'm so sorry honey," I began to stutter. "I was having a dream and I thought you were your mom," I pleaded. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" I begged. She sat there in silence, glazed over. I followed her eyes down to where she was staring – she was fixated on my cock. I fell back onto the bed in a daze. This isn't happening, I tried to convince myself. "No, Daddy. You didn't. Please don't be mad at me. I've wanted to do that with you for months," she said as reached over and gave me a hug. "Will you make love to me Daddy? I want you to and this is the time and place to do it," she explained. "When we were driving over here, I felt your cock on my hand and I knew my plan would work," she confessed. Did she just say plan? "You planned this the whole time?" I quizzed her. "Does your mother or brother know about this?" I continued. She shook her head no. "So let's do it and keep it our secret," she jumped. "I swear I won't tell anyone. I love you Daddy." I turned around and looked at Becky as a woman for the first time. Her breasts weren't fully developed but they were certainly something to desire. Her nipples were big and erect. My eyes traveled down to her waist. She was so petite and fragile looking. A small patch of blonde pubic hair covered her pelvis and pussy. My mouth began to water and I wanted to taste her so badly. I knew then that the girl I was dreaming about was her. I laid out the rules for this engagement. "Sweetie, I love you too. I can't bear the thought of hurting you, physically or mentally," I said. "We must never have intercourse. Your mother would die if she knew I took your virginity. And my penis is far too big for you to handle. And, I also don't want you to get pregnant," I explained "But, that shouldn't stop us from fooling around a little," she said moving closer, straddling the bed while leaning into my back. Her hard nipples pressed firmly into my back. I threw back my head as I felt the world closing in on me. I could sense her lips near my ear and when I heard her whisper, "I know you want it too daddy," I knew there was no turning back. I had to have her. With that said I laid her down on her back and reached out to touch her nipples. She took a deep breath as I worked them over. My tongue found the left one and began to flick at it. Her moans began to rise. I softly started to kiss her chest and then trailed down her stomach and then to her pelvis. She naturally raised her legs up in the air as if her body knew by instinct. I couldn't help myself. I took a deep breath and let my nose sniff the fresh pungent aroma of pussy. She had smell that was like no other. I stopped for a moment to actually compare it to Janet's. I almost chuckled at the thought that I was making a comparison! Becky smelt so fresh with a hint my cum in the air. I ran my nose up and down her bush to take in all of the scents of her juices and those of mine that I had spent earlier. As I went down further everything came into focus. She was wet and ready for more than just fooling around. I had to taste her. I stuck my tongue out and held it stiff. I flicked at the tight opening of her pussy lips. She began to squirm and moan even louder. I spread her thighs even wider and stuck my tongue in her. She gasped as my tongue entered her. Her hands clutched my head like a basketball. She was squeezing my head so hard that I could no longer hear. Her pussy was on fire and it rained with her juices covering the sheets. My tongue found her clit and she lost it. "Fuck! Daddy, what are you doing to me?" she screamed. She started to buck on my tongue as she force-fed me her clit. I was no longer in control. She moved my head around her pussy like a vibrator. She was fucking my face that much was clear. "Oh, stop, stop!" she begged. "Something's wrong. I think you are going to make me pee," she tried to explain. I knew what it was and kept going. "Daddy! I...I... ugh!" she said as she came. Her pelvis rocked on my face as her juices covered my chin. Her legs shook uncontrollably. She continued to pant and tried to catch her breath as I crawled up next to her. "Baby, you just had an orgasm," I explained to her. "When you feel that build up in you, just let it go," I continued. I realized then that Janet never cums with me eating her. She never relaxes enough to enjoy it. I have great pride in my tongue service and I am thrilled that my daughter gets off on it. "Daddy, let me suck on you. All the girls at school talk about it but I've never tried," she moaned. "Well sweetie, let's go slow at first. Your mom can't even swallow the head without her biting down on it," I explained. "Really?" she asked. Her eyes lit up like it was a challenge to beat her mom. She was now possessed as she reached for my cock. "It's so big and heavy Daddy. Are all the boys like this?" "No honey. My dick is pretty big. There aren't that many guys built like me so you will have an easier time with other ones, I promised," I explained. She naturally began to stroke it without really knowing what she was doing. I took a deep breath because I didn't want shoot so soon! She was driving me crazy and she hadn't even done anything! Seeing her small hands trying to fully grip my dick just made me harder. She squated down to examine my cock and pulled the skin back off the shaft. My pre-cum glistened the head. She stroked it back and forth to watch my foreskin slid back over it. I swear she was playing peek-a-boo with my cock and foreskin. A pool of pre-cum appeared at the head of my cock and without even a thought she quickly licked it up. "Just what I thought, this is what I tasted when I was on your lap in the car," she said as she looked up at me. I could have shot my load all over her face at that time. Her blue eyes were begging to have cum all over them. She began the task of opening her mouth as wide as she could to take my cock in her mouth. Her hot mouth covered most of my cock head and I was in heaven. She went for more and I braced myself for teeth – it always happens with Janet so it's a natural reaction. To my surprise and delight I didn't feel her teeth biting down on it. She is a natural pro, I thought. She went for more and I could see her red lips stretch into white. Her mouth was so wide she couldn't open her eyes if she wanted to. She had the head plus a good inch more in her mouth and I could feel my cock hit the back of her throat; she gagged and pulled back. She gasped for air. Her eyes were watery and nose was running. She was doing all of this for me, I thought. She went down on it again as if she were trained to do nothing else in the world. As I felt my cock in her throat again I could feel my balls begin to churn again. I knew there would be no way she could swallow all of my cum without choking on it so I gave her a fair warning of my impending explosion. "Baby, I'm gonna cum. You'd better ease off on it for a second," I said. She continued to suck on it with even more vigor. "Honey stop, I'm gonna cum. I...I..." I lost this battle as I began to erupt in her hot mouth. I could see her already expanded cheek grow even larger and her eyes pop wide open. She was choking on my cock and cum, how hot is that, I thought to myself. I reach downed and yanked my erupting cock out of her mouth with a loud pop as she heaved for air. My cock continued to spew cum across her face as shot after shot looked for a warm home. She was breathing heavily as she tried to catch her breath. Becky had done two things her mother never had – deep throat me and swallowed my cum. Becky had cum in hair, on her face, running out of her mouth and down her nose. She was drenched and she loved it. "Daddy, are you happy? Did I do ok?" she asked, knowing damn well the answer. "You are marvelous. That was the best blowjob I have ever had," I confessed. "Well I am going to learn how to take all of that down my throat!" my daughter said as she reached out to play with it some more. I usually don't have a good turn around time but damn, Becky was so sexy she had my cock hard in her hand in a minute. I felt like I was 19 all over again. "Daddy, I know you said we shouldn't have intercourse, but I want this in me," my daughter begged. "I want to feel like a woman. I want to have it all." "Well, we don't have protection here," I said, hoping she would not be mad. I knew that would be the greatest taboo – fucking my own daughter and getting her pregnant. Yet, I wanted it like no other thing in this world. "Plus, you are virgin, and there will be a big mess to clean and your mom will find out." Snowed In...Becky and Dad Becky was disappointed but she knew I was right. There would be no way to explain the stains in the sheets. She and her mom always went into town to use the laundry mat before we head back to Idaho. Janet would know something was up. We floated back to sleep, and once again, the dream returned. This time it was clear who the girl was in my dream. Becky was there in vivid color. She was begging for me to fuck her now and she wasn't going to take no for an answer. I was just getting ready to place my big cock into her for the first time and deflower my daughter when all of a sudden the phone starts ringing and awakens me. Damn it! I reach over Becky for the phone. Just as I had expected it was Janet explaining that the roads were all closed and that she and Marcus were most likely going to stay another day in town. As we talk, Becky stirred awake. She had a devilish smile and bent down to take my cock in her mouth. I took a big gulp as she awakened my cock in her hot mouth. I couldn't focus on the conversation with my wife as my daughter hit the back of her throat with my cock. "Yes dear" and "Uh huh" are the only things I could muster. I came back to reality as my wife was saying goodbye. "Yes, dear. I'll give Becky your love," I say with a smile as I look into the back of Becky's head as she sucks my cock. She turns and looks up at me and swallows my cock's head, delivering me to yet another mind exploding orgasm. This time, without a flicker of an eye, she stares up at me as she swallows every drop. I love you Becky, I say to myself. We got up and enjoyed a quiet day around the cabin. I went out and cut more wood for the woodstove. As I came back in I saw Becky coming from Marcus' room with something in her hand. She quickly went into hers. I wondered what she was up to but went back to my chores. After dinner, the phone rang. It was Janet. She confirmed that she and Marcus would definitely be staying in town again. My heart started racing as I knew it meant another night of Becky to myself. My cock sprang to life at the anticipation of more fooling around. As I delivered the good news to her she quickly jumped into my arms and gave me a kiss – not just any daughterly kiss, but a kiss of a woman – a passionate kiss that got my cock dripping again. I've always had a cock that delivered a lot of pre-cum but Becky got it to a steady stream, and soon my underwear was soaked. She whispered in my ear, "I'm so excited Daddy. I've got a big surprise for you." I can hardly wait to see it I told her. "You'll more than see it, you'll feel it," she replied. I gave a questioning look but went with the plan. I let her go and followed her into her room. She began to undress and I quickly followed. My cock was clearly visible through the white underwear as they were heavily soaked with my pre-cum. You could hear the suctioning of the underwear peel off of my body as I undressed. She laid on the bed with her legs spread out. I knew she wanted to be eaten again. She had such an intense orgasm the first time that she would always want for a tongue in her hot pussy to get her going. I dove face first into her honey pot. Instead of just using my tongue, I gently placed a finger at her entrance. Boy was she tight. I couldn't imagine even a tampon fitting in there. She gasped as I withdrew it. It was coated with her juices, leaving a defined wet mark where my middle knuckle stopped in her pussy. I lick it clean and put it back. I heard some ruffling noises above me. She was opening something up. Not wanting to lose my focus I continued to eat away. I went back to her clit and pulled back the sheath of skin and flicked at it with my tongue. I knew she would go over the top with this action. She grabbed my head and began to scream. Just then I shoved my finger up her pussy to my knuckle and she went over the edge. Her thighs wrestled with my head and began squeezing even harder. I knew she was close. "Daddy, I'm..., I..., I," she said as her words trailed into an orgasmic scream. Her whole body began to shake with each pulse of her spasm. Her convulsions lasted an entire minute. Her face was glowing and I knew she was happy. "Now Daddy, are you ready for your surprise?" she asked. I nodded yes. She directed me to close my eyes and I did as told. I couldn't imagine what she had in store for me. She told me to open them and boy was I surprised! My daughter had an unwrapped condom in her mouth. I was suddenly confused. Where did she get this? As if she could read my mind she said, "Marcus always keeps a box of these around in case an opportunity comes his way. From the look of the near empty box, it sure looks like there have been many chances!" "And what do you plan on doing with that young lady," I demanded. "It's not what I'm going to do with it, it more like, how are we going to get that big thing in my pussy," she said as she unraveled the condom. I knew this was going to be yet another moment where I would lose to her. "That condom isn't going to fit me dear. I'll need a Magnum XL size," I said trying to play it cool. "Oh good," said Becky. "That's what this wrapper says it is," she said matter of fact-like as she handed it over to me. Well I'll be damned. My thoughts quickly shifted to Marcus and his manhood. The boy must be taking after his old man. Is he hung like me? Some lucky girl is getting it, and getting it good. "But you are a virgin Becky. I told you there would be a big mess to clean," I said hoping she would drop this now, but painfully wanting to fuck her right then and there. "I know, that is my other surprise for you," she explained. I looked confused. She was a virgin. She had to be. She was so tight and I could feel her hymen when I had my finger in her. She got up off the bed and motioned for me to follow, so I did. She handed me a towel and grabbed one for herself as we entered the hallway. I was confused and when she opened the front door I was completely lost. Where was she leading me? We quickly headed around the back to the deck area. That is where surprise number two hit me. We have a big outdoor hot tub. We rarely use it because it requires so much water. I could smell the chlorine and new it was freshly cleaned. I looked at my daughter as she dropped her towel. She had the big plan of losing her virginity without making a serious mess. She could tell I was confused. "My friend Cindy told me she lost her virginity to her boyfriend in a hot tub and it didn't leave a mess," she explained. "She also said the warm water helped the pain. While you were chopping wood this afternoon, I cleaned the tub." I was floored that my daughter could know so much. She was only 18 and she knew more than I could ever know at that age. I just stood there speechless. Becky grabbed my arm and pulled me into the tub with her. I looked into her eyes and saw nothing but determination and lust. She was going to get my cock in her or she would die trying. Becky reached for my cock and it sprung into action. I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her slightly out of the water so that pussy was at the water line. She guided my cock head to the entrance of her pussy. I was wondering about the rubber but knew not to ask. This was her plan and I was just going to have to wait until everything unfolded. With her legs wrapped around my waist and her pussy exposed to the cool air, she began working the head of my cock into her hot pussy. She reached down with her free hand and stretched her pussy lips apart. I could feel the hot entrance of her cunt. It was much hotter than the hot tub's water. My cock teased at the entrance for what seemed like an eternity. Finally she shoved the head of it into her hole and let out a huge scream. Her flesh was searing hot as my cock jabbed at her entrance, tearing her hymen apart. We fell back onto the edge of the tub and the momentum plunged my cock in even more. I could hear nothing but a high pitch scream in my ears as my cock felt like it was on fire. Her pussy was convulsed around my cock head as she continued to scream. I knew she was in pain and wanted nothing but to comfort her. I looked down between us to see the evidence of her hymen being fucked away. Blood and tissue covered my shaft as I sat there in awe. I just popped my baby girl's cherry. I had never had a cherry before. Janet had lost hers two boyfriends before me. I smiled for a moment knowing that I just received my first. I snapped to with Becky pushing me back, begging for me to slide into the hot water. I did as she asked. She continued to a low moan. I dared not to move an inch but let my cock rest in her burning hole. Her pussy was so incredibly tight I felt my legs begin to shake from the numbing affect of the strangulation of my cock's head. I could not recall another pussy as tight as Becky's. I shifted a little to try and get myself dislodged from her but her pussy said no. It only clamped on tighter. I saw my cock bend as I could feel the head being rejected and then sucked back in. Becky could only move around as if she were possessed. Her head rolled from side to side and her eyes were tightly shut. The hot water was easing the pain for her. What seemed like an hour were just mere minutes. I called Becky's name to waken her from her trance. She rocked forward and slowly opened her eyes. "Daddy, I did it," she said exhaustingly. "I got it in Daddy," she continued as we both looked down. It took every inch of my being not blast my cum right then and there. I knew I wouldn't last long with her cunt convulsing on my cock. "Sweetie, I am going to take it out now, OK?" I directed. I began to move and felt a force not like anything I felt before. It was like to magnet was attached to my cock's head and another to her hot cunt. As much as I pulled, her pussy pulled back harder. I tried to inch my way out only to have her pussy convulse it back in. Instead of pulling out we began a natural fucking session with this tug-of-war. I lost again. "Becky, we've got to get that condom on before I cum," I begged. I knew if we didn't do it right then and there I would be filling her gut with my baby seeds. "Oh Daddy," she replied. "Keep fucking me. It's starting to feel good," she begged as my efforts to dislodge us were met with her legs gripping tighter around my waist and her pussy quivering even more. Suddenly I felt another inch go in and I knew I was doomed. Her pussy muscles were stroking my cock with every movement. I could hardly breathe. My balls were tightening and I knew I was going to explode. I tried to control it but as soon as Becky said she was cumming I lost it. My balls felt like they were on fire as I could feel them build up and move up and down between my thighs. I was in tuned to every pulse of my body as I looked into Becky's eyes and gave her my seed. My cock pulsated in her tight pussy and sent my cum shooting deep into her bowels. Shot and after shot lodge my cock deeper and deeper into her hole. She screamed again. She was having another orgasm. "Ugh! Daddy, I...I... I can feel your cum going into me!" she exclaimed as she continued shaking from her orgasm. I looked down between us to find my thick, hefty cock lodged half way in. She's taken just as much as Janet has, I thought to myself and smiled. I leaned back on one of the seats in the hot tub and brought her back with me so she now was on top. I could feel my cock begin to soften. Her pussy kept fighting the emptiness it was feeling from cock. We sat there with her head on my shoulder. I knew she was spent. I just sat there stroking her hair, thinking about how much our lives have changed in the past 48 hours. I was in heaven. My cock needed to breath. It was painfully wedged her canal. I eased her up to the side and told her that I was going to withdraw my cock from her pussy and that it might hurt her a little bit. She braced herself and told me she was ready for anything. I knew she wasn't kidding. I slowly began to withdraw from her, taking the time not to stretch her pussy. My cock looked black and blue as if someone had beaten it up. I withdrew an inch at a time until I heard a loud pop. It was her pussy releasing its death grip on my cock. As I pulled my entire penis out her, the cold air filled the space where my cock once was, sending chills across her body. Her pussy quivered in the chilly night and my cum raced from the red gash that I left behind. A mixture of my cum, her cum, blood, and tissue gushed from her. I told her to quickly get back into the hot tub or we'd have a bigger mess to clean up. She did as she was told. "Daddy, my pussy is so tender. I hope you aren't mad that I couldn't take it all," she whimpered. I came across the tub and held her in my arms. "You know you could never, ever disappoint me. I love you, and love you even more for the joy that you have given me," I explained. "You were marvelous, and in fact, you have given me more pleasure than any woman I've ever been with," I confessed. My daughter looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes and was truly in shock. "You mean, even more than Mommy?" she asked. "Yes, honey. Even more than Mommy," I said. "You are incredible. I would never let you go if I had the chance," I continued. I took her in my arms and carried her back into the cabin. I brought my daughter to her bed and tucked her in. I placed a towel between her legs just in case there were any other juices that might have emptied out while she slept. "You'll need some rest honey. Don't move around too much. We'll have time to discover new heights another time," I said as she began to dose off. I went back to the hot tub and cleaned up the mess we made. Our juices were in a puddle by the edge of the tub. I got some snow and washed the deck clean of any evidence of our forbidden tryst. My thoughts slowly turned to Janet. How could I betray our marriage vows? How could I deflower our daughter? I suddenly felt the pangs of guilt. I prayed that Becky would not say a word to anyone. I went back to my room and immediately fell asleep. It wasn't until the phone rang that I awoke. It was Janet. The roads have cleared and she and Marcus were heading home. I jumped out of bed to once again look for any signs of my incestuous encounters with our daughter. I quickly changed the sheets on our bed and ran into the living room and then the kitchen. Everything looked fine. I checked outside by the hot tub and everything appeared normal there too. I went to Becky's room to see how she was doing. She was balled up in the middle of her bed with the covers completely covering her. I went to her side. "Sweetie, mommy and Marcus are on their way home," I announced. "Are you feeling better," I asked, knowing well that she would be in a world of hurt today. Uncovering her head from the blanket, Becky answered, "Yes, Daddy I am doing fine. My pussy is really sore but I'll be alright." I gave her hug and told her to get some more rest. I would later explain that she was sick and not feeling well when her mom and brother arrived back. I jumped in the shower before they arrived. I no longer could recognize my cock. It was bruised and swollen from the fight it had with Becky's pussy. I smiled because I finally won, I thought to myself. Janet and Marcus arrived back and said nothing of the unusual. Becky was back to herself after another day in the bed with "the flu". We all enjoyed ourselves for the rest of the week. Becky and I didn't have another time to fuck around for the rest of our stay. In a way I was grateful. I couldn't imagine fucking my hot daughter and then having to deal with Janet. When we got back home Becky and I continued to fuck, but using protection. We were very lucky I didn't impregnate her the first time with my cum dump. She went on the pill the very next week – I took her to the doctor. We couldn't get enough of each other. When Becky turned 20, she married her high school sweetheart – at least that is what he thought he was to her. Becky now has three children and we still fuck around. Steven, the oldest, looks very much like me and nothing like his father... There are so many stories to tell but this one is the one I will share with you for now.