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Winter Wonder

By: Lia Monde



The snow continued to fall and Neal was tired from the long drive. However, as he turned onto the road to the ski resort, his excitement built. The mountains ahead of him were covered in white and the heavy snowfall bode well for a great week of skiing. 

It was spring break of his sophomore year in college. His childhood friend, Cassie, had invited him to join her and her family at their slope-side vacation home. Neal quickly accepted. He loved to ski and free lodging at a great resort area was irresistible. Plus, it would be fantastic to see Cassie again.

Their families were close and since grade school they'd grown up together and shared many interests. In high school, they had dated. Senior year, they introduced each other to sex. Cassie was uninhibited and often insatiable. It still sent chills up his spine when he remembered how she had convinced him to have sex in the department story dressing room.

When they went to different colleges, they had stopped dating, but were still occasional fuck buddies. Over time, they had more experiences and became more sexually skilled. Therefore, each time they hooked up was something new and special. 

Frequent phone calls, emails and impromptu sexual encounters kept the friendship strong. Although never explicitly stated, Cassandra and Neal considered each other best friends.

Pulling into the driveway, Neal was impressed by the beautiful post and beam home. Mr. and Mrs. Knight were both successful in their careers and it showed in this upscale retreat. The front of the house had a deck over the basement garage. Windows on each side of the large stone fireplace stretched from the floor up to the vaulted ceiling. The windows spilled light onto the snow covered yard and gave the large falling flakes a magical quality.

Exiting the car, his breath misted in the night air and Neal gave a quick shiver. Grabbing his duffel bag and ski gear, his feet crunched on the snow as he moved up the steps to the door. 

Cassie's younger brother Paul answered the doorbell. "Mom, Neal's here." he shouted back over his shoulder. "It's great to see you, man. The slopes are going to be sweet!"

"It's good to see you, too. You're right. With this new snow, we should be able to rip."

Mrs. Knight emerged from the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel and wearing a plum sweater, jeans and a smile. She was naturally warm and outgoing. She was also a big fitness buff and very active. It showed that her skiing, tennis and yoga kept her trim and limber.

While Paul was tall like his father, Cassie favored her mother. It was clear that's where Cassie got her good looks from. They were both adventurous, on the petite side and shared dark, curly hair. "Neal, you're looking well." she said while giving him a welcoming hug. "How was the drive?"

"It was fine, Mrs. K. It got slippery in a couple of places. But, I think I beat the worst of it."

"That's good," she said waving him into the main house. "I'm glad Cassie's got the SUV. The snow is supposed to continue through tomorrow, so we couldn't have picked a better ski week."

"I want to thank you for inviting me, Mrs. K. It was really nice of you."

"Don't mention it." she replied with a shake of her head that caused the chestnut hair in her ponytail to swing. "I'm going to love your company. Dinner's almost ready. Why don't you unpack, while I finish up? Paul, help Neal stow his equipment and show him his bedroom."

Neal had one of the guest bedrooms in the basement next to Paul's room. Cassie and the Knights were located on the second floor. Although windowless, it was well appointed. Besides the roomy queen-sized bed, it had a closet, bureau, and an overstuffed chair. A mirror, lamp, landscape paintings and a full bookshelf completed the furnishings. It was more than comfortable for the week.

After quickly dumping his clothes in the bureau, he changed into sweatpants and a long-sleeve jersey. Returning upstairs, the aroma of food filled the air.

"Perfect timing," Mrs. Knight said. She carried a large bowl from the kitchen to the heavy oak table in the dining portion of the main room.

"Anything I can do to help you?" Neal volunteered.

"Not now. Maybe later. You boys sit at the table while I get the last things."

The meal of pasta, salad and fresh baked bread was delicious and plentiful. It was accompanied by a postcard perfect view of the snow falling across the valley below. They talked about school and caught up on family news.

Mrs. Knight confirmed that because Cassie had an afternoon class, she would be getting a late start and planned to arrive in the wee hours. Unfortunately, Mr. Knight was on a business trip and wouldn't be here until mid-week.

After dinner, Neal and Paul played some video games and watched a little TV. Tired from the long drive, Neal excused himself.

From the couch, Mrs. Knight said "We'll be going to bed shortly ourselves. You have sweet dreams"

"You too," Neal replied and went to his room. He washed up and slipped into the gym shorts he usually slept in. Since the house was warm and there were lots of blankets on the bed, he decided against wearing a shirt.

Crawling into bed, Neal thought about the week ahead with anticipation. He was looking forward to Cassie showing up. He drifted off to sleep dreaming of Cassie's body and feeling a little horny.



Several hours later, his bedroom door opened and light from the hall fell on his face. Neal drifted up from a pleasant sleep into semi-consciousness. He squinted his bleary eyes and caught a glimpse of a female figure in a short pink nightgown sneaking into his room. Still groggy, he tried to shake himself more awake. Before he could focus, the door closed and the room returned to pitch blackness.

She tiptoed to the bed and one of the floorboards creaked. With a quiet giggle, she reached the bed and slipped under the covers. 

Neal rolled on his side and reached out to her. She pulled close and gave him a kiss. Neal was immediately more alert and his body showed the first signs of arousal. He was always easily stimulated and this unexpected visit hit all his triggers. Neal initiated a kiss and said, "I'm glad you made it safe." And then with a hug, "And, I'm really glad you made it to my room, Cassie."

With another quiet laugh, she shushed him and gave him a warm hug in return. It reminded Neal of when they used to make-out at her house with Cassie warning him that her family were all light sleepers. Paul was just down the hall. They didn't want to disturb him and risk her parent's finding out about their casual sex. Mr. and Mrs. Knight were liberal, but Neal didn't want to tempt fate by flaunting the fact that he was screwing their daughter under their roof.

Snuggling close, Neal ran his hands over the soft fabric covering her skin. Although he couldn't see a thing in the dark, he didn't need to. His other senses were sharp and they filled in. It was all touch, smell, sounds and taste. And memory and imagination. It was six months since their last sex, but even with his eyes closed, he could clearly visualize Cassie's body. 

Her nose was pressed against his neck and her fingertips moved across his chest.

Inhaling the subtle aroma of her perfume brought a smile to his face. Cassie rarely used perfume. Her body always had a natural and earthy scent, but the new fragrance was a nice complement. "You smell wonderful," he whispered.

She didn't answer, but gave his face a caring caress in reply. Neal was used to her silence. Cassie liked him to talk during sex, but she was a quiet and focused lover who let her body do the communicating.

While her hands explored the muscles of his upper arms, his fingers traced the lacy material of her nightgown. It was sensuous and feminine. It had the intended effect of stimulating his arousal. He couldn't believe how a little piece of filmy material could seem so erotic. It's softness and fluid movement both concealed and enhanced her body. Neal's hand followed it down her back to where it ended at mid-behind. Her panties picked up there and had a frilly texture. He spread his palm to maximize the tactile experience.

When he paused at the leg opening to clutch and massage her ass, it evoked a sigh and she thrust her hips forward against him. The pleasant pressure tightened his loins and stiffened his penis. Her breasts pressed against his chest through the babydoll and the nightgown acted as a stimulating lubricant. "I love your new nightie. It's sexier than what you usually wear. All these changes are driving me crazy, baby."

Wrapping her arms around him to keep him tight, she pulled their heads together and engaged in a long, wet kiss. She accompanied this with a firm grind of her hips that radiated warmth from his cock straight to his brain.

Pushing back, his engorged prick slid against her panties in a terrific dry hump. "Ohhh," he moaned. "Are you as horny as I am, Cassie? Cuz I really want to fuck you."

She nodded her head affirmatively against him and then nibbled gently on his lips.

Neal moved to mount her. However, she twisted sideways to put their bodies at almost right angles. He hesitated, unsure of what she wanted him to do next. Often, they got right down to business with little foreplay.

Before he could think, she guided his face to her breasts. Without delay, he brought his hand up and cupped her right tit. Neal loved to play with tits. As his hand explored her yielding flesh, he could sense Cassie's rising excitement. When his fingers circled, and finally, touched her nipple, it was large and puffy. Her breathing deepened pushing her chest up against his hand.

If anything, her bosoms were bigger than he remembered. This was one of the best parts of having a regular fuck buddy. As Cassandra matured, her changing body was a source of constant discovery. Toying with her nipple, Neal elicited quiet moans and squirms of delight. Neal blew warm air through her nightie onto Cassie's skin.

Reaching underneath his leg, she slid her hand onto his boxer encased penis. Neal shifted his weight so her fingers touched his balls, while his stiff rod settled into her palm. With slight movements, she squeezed his shaft and maneuvered his testicles in a rhythmic massage.

Using her free hand, she pulled the straps off her shoulders and brought the neckline of her nightgown down to reveal her breasts. Neal didn't need any encouragement to flick Cassie's nipple with his tongue and suck it into his mouth. He attacked the succulent orb with a ferocious, but gentle, hunger.

In response, her hand gripped his penis and squeezed it tightly. Neal was breathing hard and breaking into a passion sweat as his body began to build toward orgasm. To increase the friction, he began to rock his hips to slide back and forth against her hand.

Reading his racing passion and wanting to prolong the sex, she pinched her nails into the skin of his penis just below the tip.

Neal was startled and it cooled his ardor. He was still highly aroused, but a little more in control. Regaining his stride, he realized the pleasure was still there and the sexual tension even a little more intense from the delay. He was certain he'd still orgasm; the wonderful buzz would just be stretched out. In his porn, he'd read about such actions, but this was the first time he'd experienced it. Neal had an increasing sense of admiration at Cassie's developing skills. She had always been enthusiastic and uninhibited. Now, in addition, she had clearly grown into a more confident and masterful lover. He couldn't conceal the awe in his husky voice, "You've learned some new tricks, Cassie. You've always been the best cunt I've ever had, but it's like I'm with a new woman."

As if to prove his point, she kissed his ear and then proceeded to attack it with her tongue. It was something Cassie had never done before, but it was amazingly erotic. Her tongue moved incredibly fast to probe and suck.

Neal's senses were on fire. Besides the novel ear stimulation, his mouth was working her tit and her hand was stroking his tingling penis. Without a doubt it was the most multi-faceted and gratifying sex of his life. However, he wanted to climax inside her nubile body.

Placing his hand on the inside of her thigh, he moved it upwards as he applied light pressure. She swayed her hips and rolled her head in satisfaction. He didn't stop when he reached her panties. Enjoying the ruffled feel, he slid his hand the length of her slit and reached her waistband. After toying only momentarily at the small embroidered flower, Neal hooked his fingers inside and began to pull them down. 

Fully aroused and needing no more foreplay, she lifted her behind and gave a wiggle to help in the removal of her favorite, fuck-me panties. As soon as they were off, Neal attacked her pussy. It occurred to him that his lust was affecting his perception. Like her breasts, her pubic hair seemed more abundant. As his fingers began to probe and tickle, it was like a wild and steamy mat. When his hand reached her pussy lips, they were warm and moist.

His touch caused her to clench and inhale. It stoked her intoxicating physical attraction. She was rapidly approaching the hoped for orgasm that had brought her to his room. The back and forth motion of his hand on her vulva inflamed her senses. The melting sensation inside her generated even more heat and fluid in her vagina. Her hips began to thrust in time with his petting.

"That's right, move that muff. You want it bad." Neal hissed in the dark. He knew Cassie liked lewd encouragement as she approached climax. "Are you ready now? Are you ready for a good fucking?"

Gripping his penis, she pulled him between her thighs. While Neal yanked off his shorts, she spread her legs and raised her knees. He settled into the inviting valley. His johnson nestled into her jungle of pubic hair and rocked along the surface of her lips.

"That's frigging great," Neal moaned. And then, with labored breathing, "Answer my question. Do you want to be fucked?"

With her body bucking beneath him and her movements getting wilder, the answer was obvious. Neal knew she was ready. However, he wanted to toy with her as playful payback for the times she had made him beg for it. She reached down to move the head of his penis to the opening of her vagina.

Neal was going mad with desire. There was nothing in this universe he wanted more than to get inside her. Nonetheless, in a last build-up of tension, he teasingly tapped his cock at the lips, but didn't enter. "Say it, Cassie. I want to hear you say you want it."

Her body begged for copulation. She wrapped her legs around him and reached behind his ass to pull them together.

The head of his penis slightly entered, but Neal resisted full penetration. With a louder voice, "Do...you...want...to...be...fucked,...cunt?"

With a raspy exhale, she finally answered. "Yes. Please. FUCK ME!"

With barely the first word out, Neal slammed his hips forward and fully penetrated her vaginal lips. Once inside, there was no thought of slowing. She held him tight and he rapidly seesawed in and out with all the energy available to him. The slippery friction increased the tactile pleasure. Her tongue and hands expertly stimulated his senses.

Her fingernails grabbed his back and her mind was spinning in a hormone-induced frenzy as she rocketed toward climax.

Neal was close himself. His prick was like the fucking Bismarck: large, hard and plowing relentlessly ahead. "You love getting slammed. Don't you my slutty little fuck buddy?"

"Ohhhhh. Yeeesssss!" came a guttural moan accompanied by frenetic thrashing. Her breathing came in gasps and her sighs and groans grew quicker and louder. In the next moment, a monumental orgasm ripped through her. Her body arched, and then settled into the bliss of convulsive waves of delirium.

Neal felt the change beneath him and the spasms of her vagina pushed his penis to ecstasy. With a few, final firm thrusts, he emptied himself into her hot and welcoming pussy.

They collapsed into each others arms, lost in their private euphoria.

Lying side-by-side, their breathing and senses slowly recovered.

After a while, Neal said, "Baby, you keep getting better every time. You keep this up, Cassie, and I'm going to be addicted to you."

She patted his hand and tousled his hair. Then, she swung her legs and sat on the side of the bed. She straightened her hair with her fingers.

"I wish you could stay the night." Neal spoke in the dark to her back. "But, I guess we don't want your parents to know we're having sex. Much less, that we're a couple of nymphos. They're pretty cool, but this might blow their mind."

A loud, snorting laugh escaped her lips. She leaned over and gave him a light peck on the forehead. Then, she slipped out of bed, pulled up her nightie and snuck back to her room.

Neal rolled over and thought, 'This is going to be an unforgettable week.' He went to sleep with a satisfied smile on his face and in a state of blissful anticipation.



When Neal awoke, he had that typical morning-after-intercourse feeling of fulfillment, smugness and exhilaration. He showered, dressed and prepared to go up to breakfast. Just as he was leaving the room, a flash of neon pink on the floor caught his eye.


He bent down and picked up a pair of sexy, lace panties. In her rush to leave last night, Cassie had forgotten her lingerie. He lifted them to his face. They were still slightly damp from her arousal. The scent and the thought of her bare ass bouncing up the stairs made him hard again. He hid them in his bureau with the intent of using them as the pretext for paying her bedroom a late visit tonight. He mounted the stairs with a Cheshire cat grin on his face.

Paul and Mrs. Knight were already in the kitchen.

Seeing his smile, Mrs. Knight said, "Don't you look happy this morning? Did you sleep well?"

Feeling clever, Neal decided to use some risqué double entendres. "I can honestly say it was the best night I've had in months. I went to bed a little stiff, but I had a great dream and woke up all straightened out." 

"I'm so glad you like our cozy little nest," she replied.

Neal chuckled to himself, 'If she only knew how much I loved her daughter's cozy little nest'.

Cooking breakfast, Mrs. Knight continued, "I was a little tense myself last night, but then I crawled into bed and immediately felt better. Maybe, it's the mountain air."

Paul, who had been reading the newspaper, turned to Neal and said matter-of-factly, "You got lucky last night."

Mrs. Knight stopped what she was doing and looked at the boys with a startled expression. Neal couldn't believe what he'd heard and almost spit out his orange juice. He knew they had been louder than they planned last night. But even if Paul had heard Neal and Cassie having sex, he couldn't believe Paul blurted it out in front of his mother. "Wha...what do you mean?" Neal stammered.

"Being able to get in last night and not lose any skiing. You were lucky. It sounds like a lot of the roads were blocked." Paul said, tapping the newspaper articles.

"Oh, yah," Neal acknowledged, relieved he had misinterpreted Paul's remark. Apparently with a similar reaction, Mrs. Knight returned to the cooking. Neal felt like he had dodged a bullet and tried to slow his racing heart. He decided to avoid playing any more word games.

To change the subject, Neal asked casually, "So, is Cassie sleeping in after arriving late?"

Immersed in the sports page, Paul mumbled, "Nah. Like I said, she didn't make it."

Certain he'd misheard the murmured answer, but not wanting to reveal he'd been with Cassie, Neal said, "I thought I heard her come in last night."

Turning from the stove and standing behind Paul's chair, Mrs. Knight said, "Cassie called after you went to bed. The snow closed the roads, so she won't be here until tomorrow at the earliest."


Winter Wonder



Now thoroughly confused, Neal's mind started to spin and he couldn't control a quizzical expression from crossing his face. "Cassie isn't here?" 

Enjoying his reaction, Mrs. Knight was looking at him with a warm smile. "Don't be disappointed, dear. We'll have a great day skiing."

For a moment, Neal wondered if last night had just been a vivid, wet dream. Then he remembered finding the panties. Since there were only the three of them in the house, the realization started to dawn on him. Closing his eyes, Neal was gripped by an increasing sense of panic remembering his dirty talk and what he had revealed about his routine sex with Cassie. That was immediately swept away by the magnitude of what he had done with Mrs. K last night. Neal prayed it was all a dream.

When he opened his eyes, Mrs. Knight gave him a knowing wink and a nod. It hadn't been a dream, and he hadn't been with Cassie last night. Neal's jaw dropped, he blushed a burning crimson and he ejaculated a guilty laugh. His mind registered that he'd misinterpreted all the little physical differences he'd noticed and the expert sexual performance.

Mrs. Knight said, "After skiing, I'm sure you'll be stiff again. We can come back here and be warm and cozy again tonight." Making sure Paul couldn't see her; she gave a quick salacious flick of her tongue and lifted her skirt to flash her bare-naked pussy. With a hungry smile, she turned back to the stove.

Neal was a mess of shock and embarrassment. On one level, he was frozen with fear. But on another level, his penis was uncontrollably stiffening. In a small part of his mind, he hoped for a blizzard that would keep the roads closed all week.



Winter Wonderland



Corey and Julie were walking home from the park, they had been dating for about six months now and hadn't been intimate yet. They'd made out and petted heavily, but nothing beyond that. Until tonight. Corey had a plan, he wanted to get Julie naked and fast!!

So, he decided on a night time date. He'd picked her up at eight, they'd gone for a quick dinner at a quiet cafe.

After the cafe, they had gone to the ice skating rink. They had skated pretty provocatively. The moves Julie performed had driven Corey wild. He could still feel his cock pressing against his jeans. 

He could still see her breats lightly bounce when she'd landed a jump and the way her tight jeans formed to her ass. She was beautiful at five one, blonde hair and gorgeous baby blue eyes. He had been restraining himself for weeks with her, he didn't know how much more he could take. 

As they rounded the corner, leading to a private area behind the park, it was time to get his plan into action. He stopped at the car to get his bag before they headed back into the clearing to get cozy around a bon fire.

As Julie unpacked thier blanket and spread it out over the fresh snow. Corey got the fire started. Julie already had his fire started, he couldn't wait to put it out! 

Relaxing next to her on the blanket, he pulled her close and wrapped them in the other blanket he had brought. The night wasn't too cold, he was thankful for that. It had snowed three days before, but this area hadn't been used at all. 

Julie lifted herself between his legs and rested her back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her before moving his hands to her hips, fumbling with her clothing. He slipped his hands up under her coat and sweater. 

She wasn't wearing a bra and the cold from his hands had hardened her nipples. She slid closer to him, she could feel his breathe on her neck. He kept thinking how amazing she was, he wanted her so badly.

His hands found her breasts and cupped them, playing with her nipples. Pinching and squeezing them, making them harder. 

She moaned softly. Her hand was on his thigh. Before long, she had reached between them to undo his pants, releasing his cock. It was fully at attention despite the coldness. 

She turned to face him, they were kissing. One of her hands found his cock and began stroking it. He thought he'd explode all over her, but he was able to maintain his composure. 

She straddled his lap, with not much between them, his dick could feel her warmth. He pulled her face to his, kissed her passionately before lifting her shirt and exposing her perfect chest. 

He suckled her nipples and played with them more. She was moaning loudly now. No one was around, they were alone in thier own Winter Wonderland.

She pulled away from him and stood, she removed her jeans and pantys and went back under the blanket with him. She now held her opening just an inch from his hardness. 

She wanted him so badly, she lowered herself onto him. It was his turn to moan, louder. She covered his lips with hers, muffling his moans as she bounced on his cock. 

He nibbled her lips and her neck, to her ear, then back. She was still going wild, she was like a cowboy riding bareback. She could feel her clit begin to tingle. 

The light from thier fire cast a glow over them. They had forgotten everything around them, thier bodys were joined. They wouldn't notice anything until they had made each other cum. 

She slipped him deeper inside her, rocking her hips back and forth. He leaned back onto his elbows to watch her. She looked quite naughty with her shirt up and her breasts and tummy exposed. He thought she was gorgeous. 

She took one of his hands in hers and placed it over her hard nipples. As he played with her nipple, she leaned forward and let the other nipple rub against his chest.

Realizing he was about to cum, he grabbed her hips and quickened her movements. The deeper he entered her, the louder she got. Suddenly she shivered, screamed "Oh Corey, fuck!" And then he was cumming. 

She was happy, he was happy and they were alone in thier own Winter Wonderland! 



Winter Wonderland



"This time of year is such a magical time, isn't it? You can just picture it in your mind's eye, the way that the clouds cover the sky at night, capturing the light from the people down on the ground, giving the whole world a magical, soft, pleasant glow. You can stand out there, bundled up all nice and warm, and just watch the snow falling. You can picture that snowfall in your mind's eye. Your real eyes can look at whatever they want, because the mental image is so pretty that you don't even need to think about what's in front of you. You can just concentrate on the picture in your mind's eye. Your eyes might even close, at some point, but that's alright. You have permission to close them whenever you want.

"The snow is so light, so soft and fluffy, that you would almost expect each flake to just float there in the air. But even the lightest flakes of snow drift down. They each take a different path, and sometimes it takes some snowflakes longer to drift down than others, because each snowflake is different, just like you're different from anyone else. But every single snowflake eventually drifts down. Every snowflake falls.

"You can picture the snow in your mind, but as it falls, as it drifts down, you find that you want to watch just one snowflake. Just to see if it really does drift all the way down, just to see what path it takes as it gently sinks through the night air. You pick out one snowflake with your eyes, but it's so hard to concentrate on it, there are so many to choose from, each one scattered away by the winds. The scattering makes it so hard to focus on any one thing, as it floats gently, softly, easily past your eyes. You look down, but you just see that all the snowflakes have piled up on the ground in a soft, fluffy cushion of snow.

"And when you think you've followed that snowflake all the way down, now, you pick out another one and follow that one all the way down. You look up higher, because it's easier to pick out the snowflakes against that beautiful, cloudy, soft night sky. And you see so many snowflakes, each one floating down towards you. You follow one with your eyes, following it down, following it down, following it all the way down now. It's so easy to imagine them drifting down, so easy to imagine them sinking down, so easy to imagine them floating gently down to land on the soft, downy snow and lie there.

"And as you realize that you want to keep looking up and following another snowflake down, you also realize that looking up into the swirling, scattered flakes of snow as they float gently on the breeze, as you stand there...it makes you just a little dizzy. You're bundled up, all safe and warm, and it just feels so nice to look up at the sky and watch the snowflakes scatter, drift, float, and fall. Scatter, drift, float, and fall. Scatter. Drift. Float. And...fall.

"That's right. You feel yourself wanting to fall backwards now, wanting to just relax your legs, fall backwards into that warm, fluffy cushion of soft, gentle snow, and just watch while you lie back and relax. It's easier to watch now that you don't have to worry about standing up, now that your muscles can all just relax, and you can watch the snow. You've fallen into the snow, too, just like the snowflakes. You understand now how easy it is just to let everything scatter, the way the snowflakes scatter on the breeze. Your thoughts can just scatter, watching the snowflakes and listening to my voice.

"You understand how easy it is to drift on my voice, just letting it carry you as you watch the soft, beautiful fall of the snowflakes, just letting them captivate you with the way that they fall down, never stopping. Every snowflake falls. Every person falls.

"And you float on that soft, fluffy cushion of snow as you watch, and relax, and sink. The snow has give under your body, you feel yourself sink just a little bit into it, but it still supports you. It holds you like my voice holds you. You're floating on the snow, floating on my voice, and if you have trouble following any one snowflake, or even following the falling snow at all, that's alright, you can just look up and let your eyes stare straight ahead. Let the whole snowfall become a whirling, swirling pattern in your eyes, and float on my voice.

"The snowflakes keep falling now, coating you with just a little bit of snow. It's alright to let it happen, because you're bundled up all safe, and warm, and cozy. The snow falls, the snowflakes can't help but fall down, can't help but sink down, and if they're falling onto you, then you understand that you must already have fallen. You've fallen into my voice, fallen into my words, fallen into deep relaxation. Your eyes might even be closed already. If they're still open, you can just go ahead and close them now.

"That feels good, doesn't it? With your eyes closed, you can just feel that cozy warmth over your body. It's almost more like a fireplace than a warm coat, almost like you're lying in front of a fire after the snow has stopped. The warmth is penetrating your whole body, sinking into your bones, relaxing you even deeper. The sound of my voice as you lie in front of the fire relaxes you, and warms you, and makes you feel good all over your body.

"You can hear the soft hiss of the flames now. And while the snow has stopped falling, the fire continues to dance. The flames sway and crackle, back and forth, and you can just feel the way that the dance of the fire generates pleasant warmth in your body. You don't need a heavy, heavy coat when you're lying in front of a warm, wonderful fire. You don't need to wear any clothes at all, really. The warmth of the fire is making you so hot, now, that you just find your heavy, sleepy, warm and relaxed hands and arms sliding your clothes off. Peeling them off so that you can bask in the slow, sleepy, languorous warmth of the fire, all over your body. Letting the heat caress your flesh as you slip the last of your clothes off. There. Isn't that better? Of course it is.

"And as you lie there, basking in the warmth and the relaxation, you can find it easy to let your hands travel over your body, feeling the way your skin is warmed by the fire. Your skin feels warm all over, doesn't it? Warm, and tingling, and it's almost like you're warm inside as well as out. While the fire warmed you outside, something else is warming you inside. You feel like the two are mingling together, like the swaying, pleasant dance of the fire has awakened a heat within you.

"It's alright to let that heat build, now, as you listen to my voice. It's alright to feel that heat, alright to let that heat just rise within your body. It's better than alright, isn't it? Yes, much better. It feels very good to let yourself feel that heat. Your hands are still roaming over your body, and if they find someplace that feels very good to touch, it's alright to let them stay there, let them keep touching. You know that when you listen to my words, when you fall this deep, when you feel this sexual, sensual heat, it's alright to touch. You have my permission.

"It feels good to do what you have my permission to do, doesn't it? You enjoy getting my permission, it lets you do such wonderful things, things you really like to do, and it makes your body feel good all over to do what I give you permission to do. You can feel that dreamy, sexual pleasure growing as you follow my voice, and do what I want you to do. You want to do what I want to do. It makes you hot, it arouses you, and you'll soon find that the arousal is beyond your ability to control it.

"As you lie there, too aroused to be in control, too aroused to think, you can just keep listening to my voice. I'm giving you permission not to think. I'm giving you permission to feel good. I'm allowing you to want to ask for permission. You'll find yourself wanting to do what I say, and that's alright, because it feels good to do what I say. It feels very good right now, so very very good.

"And it just keeps feeling better, as you just keep touching and feeling and letting me do all the thinking for you, and soon, very very soon, it's going to feel better than anything. You'll just feel that pleasure spill over, gushing, overflowing, into a warm, wonderful orgasm that I brought you, because I'm so happy with the way you're listening so well and doing what you're told. The orgasm is so near, now, the pleasure is so strong, and it's so close. I'm going to count now. Each number will increase the pleasure, the dreamy sexual heat. When you hear me say 'five', you'll have to cum for me.

"One. The flames dance so seductively for you, urging you on. Two. My voice is guiding you into pleasure, guiding you into orgasm. Three. You don't need to think, just feel yourself so close to total pleasure. Four. On the edge, the pleasure spilling over, you need to wait until I give you permission, and I will, so soon, so very very soon as you just need to obey and wait until I say...FIVE.

"Very good. Very good. Very, very good. The gift of pleasure, of relaxation, of obedience, it's a special present from me to you. And you love to receive it. But when you're waiting to receive the gift of obedience, you can keep it wrapped, just like all good presents. You can wrap it up, and put it away, and you know that you can just let yourself not think about it when it's all wrapped up like that, because it's a mystery and that's a good thing. It's a secret you're keeping for yourself until I tell you that it's time to open your gift, and then when I do, you'll remember it again, remember the warmth of the fire, the warmth of obedience. Until then, just let it all hide away in your mind, just remember that you felt good, and happy, and you'd love to do this again with me.

"And now it's time to let yourself wake up, and you find that you can do that so easily. The warmth just revives you, and you can feel yourself wake up more and more. In a moment, you'll just let your eyes open, clean yourself up if you need to, slip back on your clothes, and feel all refreshed and alert. You can feel your eyes starting to open now, starting to come back, starting to wake up, so happy and peaceful and refreshed, and closer to awake now, and...wake."

THE END



Winter Wonderland



It was a wintry and cold Chicago night. I parked my BMW in front of a nightclub and went in. I had my suit on covered in a waistcoat.

Inside thumping music pierced the winter cold. I took a seat and placed my hat on the table. The waiter then brought over some cognac. I sat back sipping on it and observing the nightclub and people dancing the night away.

I then heard some commotion, seems someone famous has entered. I saw two large bodyguards enter the club ushering people to clear a path. Behind them a celebrity, an unmistakable face, it was Megan Fox.

This nightclub had been known to host celebrities and they would often party hear. The club owners kept all entrances clear of paparazzi by an invoked fire safety clause. The biting cold also kept them away.

She seemed keen to enjoy herself and being famous makes it very difficult to have a good time. I watched her from my seat and she seemed entranced with the music dancing away as though nobody was watching. I got up put my hat on and walked towards the door.

I sat on the bonnet of my car, lit up a cigar, and puffed away the brilliant smell and combination of the cold heightened the enjoyment. Then out of the corner of my eye, I am drawn to the sight of Megan Fox leaving the nightclub. I finished my cigar and toss it to the ground. I turned to get into my car.

"I saw you in there" a voice came from behind me. I turned around and Megan Fox was standing behind me. She was wearing dark blue jeans with boots and a thick jacket with a scarf on top. "And I saw you, as did everyone else", I replied. "Yes but you had something about you that is different," she said to me. 

"What might that be?" I enquired. "You are not a brainless idiot like the rest of the men in that club."

Our conversation was interrupted by her bodyguard "Miss Fox they car has been delayed"

She thanked him, turned to me, and said, "Where are you going?" she asked me. "The Hyatt hotel," I said.

She turned to her bodyguard and told him she was going with me. I opened the passenger and ushered her inside. I then got in on the drivers side. The sumptuous interior of the 7-series cosseted us. I fired up the engine and it quietly rumbled away. It was a rather sedate noise in the car. 

The eerie lights of the Chicago night whizzed by as we cruised the deserted night streets.

She turned to me and said, "So what do I call you." I replied, "You can call me Victor"

"You're a big man, how about you escort me to my room when we get to the hotel?" She asked

"I'd be glad to" I replied.

We then get to the glitzy entrance of the Hyatt. I stop and get out after the door has been opened to Megan and me. I hand him the keys and a some bills. I walk a few paces ahead of her and moved across the vast foyer and to the elevators. I thumbed the button pointing up and waited for the doors to part.

We stepped inside, she slipped her card into the slot and the lift began to rise to the top floor. The doors parted and we stepped inside. The room was as lavish as one would expect.

It had luxurious leather sofas a grand piano and a rather extensive bar stocked to the brim. It had a brilliant view of the Chicago night sky. She grabbed a bottle of Hennessy and handed it to me. I then poured some into two glasses handed it one to her we sat down to enjoy it. Soon however, lust began to fill our minds and other parts of our body.

She leaned over, gave me a full luscious kiss on the lips, and dipped her tongue into my mouth. A ravishing start to the evenings festivities. She pulled away to and began to strip for me; she then danced for me as I shed my clothes as well.

After her last bit of clothing had been shed, we stood before each other. Megan Fox was standing in all her naked, unadulterated glory.

We began to ravish one another like there was no tomorrow. She grabbed a hold of my cock and looked down. She sat me down and began to stroke it like a perennial master. She cupped my balls and continued to stroke. She then put her mouth over and took it all at once right to the back of her throat gagging in delight. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I gasp in pleasure. 

She continues to suck and suck like no one I have ever fucked before. Her mouth comes off my penis and she then leads me to the bedroom holding my cock all along.

She lays down on the four-post bed, right on the edge, spreading her legs, she wants me now. I step over to her and I slot it in her welcoming pussy and begin to thrust away with a flowing rhythm. She grips the posts at the edge of the bed as I thrust away and she moans in delight. 

"You like my pussy don't you," she said to me. "I do like you pussy especially with my dick in it" I replied. "Hmm your cocky but you back it up" she said. I continued pumping away proving my stamina.

The soft slapping of my balls against her delectable pussy is a beautiful sound. I now put her legs on my shoulders and her arms around my neck, I pick her up, and she glides up and down my cock with consummate ease.

I look her straight in the eye as we continue to fuck each other senseless. A numb feeling begins to build as the lactic acid forms. That does little to stop my drive or hers for that matter.

"Put me down" she said. I do so and she turns over gets on all fours and spreads her ass cheeks revealing that gorgeous asshole. She is inviting me in for some brown loving. I position the head of my shaft at the hole and slowly slide it in. I move it in and out whilst slowly gaining momentum. I was then steadily pumping away and she loved it.

"Spread my asshole you bastard" she gasped at me as I pumped away.

"You get what you asked for Miss Fox," I said whilst doing as she asked.

I felt a slight trembling going through her body it seemed she was close to climax. I slipped my cock out and into her pussy and I pumped away and continued until she clenched the sheets and sprayed her juices over my cock and she then collapsed into a heap.

She quickly composed herself and said, "Give that hot fucking cum".

I was very happy to oblige. She got up to my cock and began again to give it the once over with that expert mouth of hers. I was not far away from orgasm and shooting my load into her mouth. 

She continued to suck away and then I felt a twitch in my balls and knew I was about to blow my load. I then could not hold it back any longer began to shoot my load into her mouth. She took it all and not a drop spilled on the carpet.

"You put on a good show Victor," she said.

"As did you Miss Fox," I replied.

We then got into bed, I glanced at the clock, and it was three in the morning, before we both slept. I was out for only two hours before waking up. I normally would not sleep past five; in any case, I had a flight to catch. I left a not thanking her for the amazing fuck.

She was a beautiful sight whilst asleep, one I would never forget. I got dressed and left the room. I got to the foyer of the hotel, handed the ticket to the valet, and waited for my car. I get in and head to the airport. I am on a plane and I leave Chicago behind for warmer climates. I highly doubt that it would match the heat I felt with Megan Fox.

I spot the rising sun as the plane takes off and sit back knowing what I have done.



Winter Wonderland



A wintery day in January, 
A morning bathed in the rising sun shimmering on the freshly fallen snow from the night before.
As I look at my surroundings, the rolling hills, large evergreen pines gently holding large pillows of snow on each strong but fragile branch.
The stands of birch, elm and oak trees among the evergreens look as though dead but only sleeping.
With each step along the path, the sunlight seems to reflect off each individual crystal, sparkling, seeming to flash a light in brilliant color.

Here in this element I search, search for my answers, search for my peace and tranquility of this awesome scene.

Along my walk I see a red tail fox.
I stop, stand and watch.
It's searching for food.
I watch it's almost comical, yet efficient way to hunt it's prey. 
It senses some movement and dives head first into the snow.
After watching the fox for a little while I decide to move on.
A little further on my walk I see a majestic Bull Elk in the short distance.
I stand quietly and watch him.
His seemingly endless rake of antlers appears to be about 7 feet across.
I decide to move on as to not disturb his forage for food.
I think, this is what I came here for.
As I approach a large fallen tree, I decide to sit for a while and rest.
Sitting, just listening to the sounds of the forest.

I see down the path, someone approaching.
Closer and closer the person approaches, then I realize it's a woman as she pulls back the hood from her coat to expose her face.
Standing in front of me, she asks if she can sit and rest.
I nod yes indicating approval and brush the snow from a place on the tree next to me to sit.
She asks, Why are you here?
I tell her, I'm here for the peace and tranquility and serenity of the forest.
To contemplate.
She is here for the same reason.
As I look at her, she closes her eyes.
I study her face, her skin smooth, creamy white.
Her cheeks lightly red from the cold.
I watch the breathe exit from her mouth, taking deep breathes in, her chest expands.
I study her, she is breathtaking!
Slowly she opens her eyes, turns to look at me and asks, Hold my hands please, they are so cold.
I gently place her hands in mine.
Cupping them, caressing, blowing my warm, moist breathe on her hands to warm them.
I kiss her hands gently, very lightly only once.
I look to gaze into her eyes.
She shows her approval with a smile.
Slight wrinkles next to the corners of her eyes shows the intensity of her enjoyment.
Slowly she reaches and lowers the zipper to my coat and wraps her arms around me.
She seems to climb inside my coat with me, rubbing my chest with her hand.
The cold air or the excitement of her touch causes my nipples to harden.
Strangely I'm warm.
Oh shit she's beautiful.

She places her face against my chest, I gently caress her head.
I feel her warm breathe.
It causes chills to race up and down my spine.
I feel a tingling in my crotch as my cock begins to grow.
She slowly touches and cups my bulging crotch in her hand.
She raises her eyes to look into mine and smiles with approval.
Slowly she stands, reaches out with her hand to me.
I take her hand in mine and follow her.
No words are spoken since we said why we were in the forest.
She leads me down a path.
Suddenly, we enter a clearing in the forest.

In the clearing I see a cabin, smoke billowing from the chimney stack.
Opening the door, we enter.
In the cabin there is only 4 items, a chair, wood burning stove, a bed and a water pail.
Oh Lord what am I in for, I'm thinking.
It's warm so we remove our coats.
She motions for me to sit in the chair. I sit.
She positions herself in front of me, with her eyes I know she's telling me to start removing her clothing but I must remain seated.
I begin to unbutton her blouse, I want to tear it from her body but I unbutton it slowly to savor every button to expose her.
After removing her blouse, I lightly kiss her belly, suck on it, blow on it, lick it.
The tiny hairs on her belly stand.
She holds my head against her tummy.
I hold her with my arms around her waist. I feel so safe, secure, loved.
She pulls my head away and allows me to remove her remaining clothes. 
I slowly begin to lower her pants.
Slowly I lower her panties to expose her pussy and creamy ass.
With my hands, I motion her to turn around.
Her creamy ass in my face I begin to kiss, lick and suck her cheeks.
Sometimes burying my face in the crack of her sweet ass.
Spreading her ass cheeks apart, I slowly lick up and down her crack, she arches her back in excitement.
Continuing to lick and kiss her ass, I squeeze her ass cheeks against the sides of my face.
Slowly I take one hand, reach under her and begin to rub her pussy.
Her lips seem to envelope my finger.
Her pussy so hot and moist.
Licking, kissing, sucking her crack, rubbing her pussy, occasionally inserting my finger in her.

"SHIT," my cock is so fucking hard, I've got to get it out of these damn pants!!
Suddenly she pulls away and faces me.
I suck and lick that delicious pussy juice from my finger.
It tastes of total, indescribable sweetness.

She motions for me to stand.
I try to, but my cock is so fucking hard it's difficult to stand.
She bites her lower lip, with a determined look and begins to tear my clothes from me.
Not slowly, but forcefully.
As she lowers my pants, my fucking hard cock seems to spring out as if gasping for air.
"SHIT"! does that ever feel good to get my dick out.
What a relief!
Standing she reaches down and slowly strokes my cock.
Slowly rubbing it, rolling my head through her fingers, cupping and rolling my balls.
A drop of pre-cum emerges, she takes her finger touches it and pulls it toward her mouth.
It's as though she's spinning a piece of silk from the head of my cock.
she licks it from her finger.
She motions to the bed for me to sit.
I sit on the edge of the bed. She stands on the edge of the bed as well, her hot pussy in my face.
I see her lips, so swollen, so wet, her pussy hair glistens with juice.
Shit does she smell good.

She raises her leg on my shoulder, now the other one and straddles my face.
I grab her ass with both hands to hold her.
My nose and mouth buried in her fucking hot pussy.
Wrapping her legs around my neck, she begins to thrust and fuck my face.
My tongue licks her clit.
She leans back, so I can thrust my tongue in her pussy hole.
"FUCK" it's so tangy, I thrust my tongue in her.
My tongue straining to go as deep as possible.
FUCK my tongue baby, damn you taste good!
I can't talk, I'm too busy eating!
She's fucking my face so hard, my tongue sore from straining to bury it deep in her pussy.
I can't get enough!!

She stops, stands on the bed and orders me to lie down.
My face completely glazed with her juice.
She reaches down and retrieves 4 red scarfs.
She ties each one to my wrists and ankles.
Spread eagle, she ties them to the corners of the bed, not tight enough I can't escape, but strong enough to hold my ecstasy related spasms.

She leaves the bed and goes over to the water pail and goes out the door.
What the hell is she doing, I wonder.
She returns, the pail full of snow.
She takes a small handful of snow and begins to rub it on my balls and cock.
My sack lurches and shrinks instantly!
My cock, rock hard and my balls melt the snow quickly.
The cold water slowly drips down the crack of my ass sending tingles of indescribable ecstasy through my body.
Now she begins to warm my balls and cock, licking, sucking. 
Placing each nut gently in her mouth to warm them.
My eyes closed and roll back, my back arches, thrusting my pelvis up.
"FUCK" is all I can think at this moment.

Now taking more snow, she rubs my nipples, one at a time.
Damn, they're stand straight up!
She lowers her head to suck and lick my rock hard nipples.
All the while slowly rubbing my cock and balls.
Rolling my nuts in her fingers.
Over and over, she does this to my nipples.
Fuck I can't take this anymore, I think I'm going to explode!
She feels me begin to thrust, takes snow and envelopes my cock to stop me.
I start to speak, I want to say, "Shit fuck me baby," but she places a finger over my lips to quiet me.
"It's not time yet baby" she says.
"Not until I say."

She stands, takes more snow, makes a small ball and places it in my mouth.
Not so big I can't crush it, but I know I must not or she won't allow me to cum.
She straddles my face with her pussy and begins to fuck my lips.
Thrusting back and forth, she tells me, "start pushing the snow against my pussy"
Her thrusts become faster and harder with each stroke.
"Push it in me now!", she demands, I do it.
The snow seems to melt instantly, mixing with her pussy juice.
She screams with extreme pleasure.
It feels like a mixture of cold water and warm juice flowing down my face.
What a mixture!
Suddenly, pussy juice streams all over my face.

She rises, turns around, lowers her pussy to fuck my hard cock.
It feels as though it's going to burst from it's skin.
Slowly she begins to fuck me.
Slowly stroking my cock with her pussy
Ever increasing thrusts.
Faster, faster our thrusts become.
Her plump tits bouncing, I want to grab them, but I can't, my hands are tied.
She senses I'm about to explode and pulls off.
Shit baby, I want to cum.
She lowers her mouth to my cock.
Licking my head, sucking only on the head.
Tightly squeezing the head of my cock with her lips.
Then thrusting my cock in her mouth to it's base.
Fucking my cock with her mouth.
I feel my cock go down her throat, harder and harder, faster and faster.
She feels that I am about to explode with my own warm juice for her, she pulls off.
My cum explodes from my cock like a volcano!
She catches it with her mouth, licks it, swallows it!
I am totally drained.
I escape from my restraints and hold her, kiss her lips, tasting my own cum and caressing her.
Lying there, recuperating, she says,
"Baby, next time it's my turn, I get my choice.



Winter Wonderland



The Crisis - by Kissing Fever

Mimi's exasperated sigh sent a puff of steam through the frozen winter air as she pulled the car over.  A flat…that's all she needed with the winter storm coming in, already having dumped 5 inches of snow in the mountains.  She had left her office party about an hour ago and still had another hour to travel before she arrived at her parents for Christmas Day.  And now this.

She opened the door and stepped gingerly into the snow.  Sure enough her tire was as flat as a pancake on the bottom.  Picking up her cell phone, she tried to dial but there were no towers nearby.  Another sigh.  She'd be freezing shortly since she was still in her Christmas garb, a red velvet dress trimmed with white fur around the bodice, and matching red stiletto heels.  Not an outfit to be in while trudging through the snow.  The theme for the office party had been Vamps and Tramps, not unusual for a costume franchise headquarters.  And of course Larry the Lecher (well that's how the ladies referred to him) was in charge AGAIN this year and so his idea of the men sucking the women prevailed.  Mimi wasn't the type to tramp it up too much but she felt her crimson Christmas dress hugged her body deliciously yet was more than modest compared to say....Tina the fake hooters babe's virginal white cocktail dress that dipped too low in the front if you know what I mean. Uh huh.  You could feed an army with those things and she probably had.

Just when Mimi was about to give up and grab her emergency blanket out of the trunk, the sound of a truck came reverberating down the slippery road.  She peered off into the storm and saw a black Yukon barreling towards her.  Waving frantically, she yelled stop, hoping her outfit would act as a red alert and that the driver wouldn't think she was a loon. Sure enough, the large dark truck came to a halt nearby and Mimi watched to see what would step out.  Ignoring the ominous tune of Dueling Banjos playing in the back of her mind, her eyes widened as a good looking, tall, trim man stepped from the driver's side.  As he closed the door, the first thing Mimi noticed was that he was not wearing a wedding ring.  Things were looking up.

As he walked over, she made her plea, rambling on before he could get a word in.

"Thank goodness you stopped!  I have a flat tire and with this storm coming in, I need it changed quick so I can be on my way.  My parents are waiting for me and I need to get going! And my office party was tonight so I'm still dressed...."

Mimi watched the man's piercing blue eyes as he looked first over her car, then slowly studied her dress.  She began to get angry and stomped her foot before thinking, splattering a fair amount of slush on her fishnet stockings.  

"If you're just going to leer at me, then I'll wait for the next car!"

A slow grin spread across the man's face as he looked up at her.

"Ma'am…I was just thinking how cold you must be and wondered if you wanted my coat.  But if you're not interested…."

"Oh! Wait…I'm sorry!"  she stammered, managing a weak smile.  "I would indeed appreciate a coat."

Mimi watched as the man reached into his truck.  His body seemed to flex beneath his clothes and Mimi got a glimpse of a darkly haired chest as his coat opened a bit at the collar.  Her breath caught in her throat as a vision of him sliding his warm body over hers formed in her mind and she visibly had to shake her head to rid herself of the illusion.  This guy looked very lickable.

"Here you go...you ok?"  the man asked Mimi, studying her intently as he handed her his coat, wary of her look.

"Yes I'm ok, and very grateful."

She slipped the coat on and found herself inspecting him yet again as he stepped over to look at her tire.  Her breath became unsteady as he bent over to grip the tire, and his long fingers clutched the rubber wheel.  She squeezed her eyes tightly to ward off naughty thoughts of where those fingers could do the walking, then became aware that her legs were shivering and her feet were frozen from when she stomped her foot.  Thankful for the cold, she opened her eyes and found the man standing a foot away, his hand outstretched.  She gasped, realizing that he moved as stealthily as a panther with a body to match.  

His incredibly gorgeous but now mischievous smile erupted as he took her small hand in his and said, "Name's Stephen and it looks like you'll be bunking with me tonight."

The Ride - by SilverFox

Although the invitation was enticing, she was puzzled and asked, "Can't you just change my tire?" 

Stephen replied, "All you have for a spare is one of those wimpy donuts and you would be taking a big chance driving through these mountains in the snow on it.  Don't worry, I have plenty of room at my place and it is only about ten minutes from here.  Besides, from the looks of that outfit, we need to get you someplace warm really fast." 

Mimi thought for a few moments then resigned herself to her fate and agreed to go with Stephen to his place.  She still was having slightly wicked thoughts and smiled a slightly evil smile at the realization that he had at least noticed her attire as he escorted her to his truck.  Maybe, she thought, this wouldn't be such a bad way to spend Christmas Eve.

She tried to look graceful as she climbed onto the running board but the stilettos and the skimpy costume were not exactly designed for getting into a high SUV and she stumbled a bit mostly from the elements but also from the fact that she was trying to steal longing glances at Stephen's body as he assisted her into the passenger seat.

Once they were in the Yukon and buckled in, Stephen took one last look at Mimi's car to make sure that it was safely off the road. 

He observed, "We can come back out tomorrow when it is light and the snow hopefully will have stopped by then and if you want, when we get to my place,  you can use the phone to call your folks to let them know that you are ok."

She smiled at him and replied, "That would be nice, you are very kind….thank, you."

As they were driving, she asked, "How come you live up here away from everything?"

He replied that he was a writer and the remoteness and solitude helped in his concentration.

About ten minutes later, they made a turn into what appeared to be a long driveway, which by this time was covered with a few inches of snow.  Mimi noticed some lights coming from a cabin at the top of a gradual hill.  Stephen stopped in front of a garage that was attached to the main structure by a covered breezeway.  He got out and walked quickly to the door and raised it.  Mimi again took the time to admire him…this time from behind.  Those broad shoulders, she thought, that tight waist and  mmm…that behind…how she would love to be able to touch it. 

She was still lost in her reverie when Stephen got back into the truck and pulled it into the garage.  

"This is where we get out, Mimi."  he said as he got out of the truck.  On the way around to the passenger door, he paused to close the garage door.  He opened the door of the truck and the first thing he noticed was that Mimi had let the very short dress she was wearing ride up so that her shapely thighs were exposed, even from under the warm jacket she was wearing.  He offered her a hand to step down from the high seat, remembering the smooth attempt she had made to get in.  As she stepped down, her body brushed against his and her face was at the level of the base of his throat and she could feel her heart beginning to pound…not so much from the effort to step out of the Yukon but from the closeness that she was to him.

They both stood there for what seemed like an eternity.  She could smell his cologne and he felt her breasts lightly pressed against him.  

Reluctantly he whispered, "We had better go inside."

The Bath - by Kissing Fever

Mimi was pleasantly surprised upon entering Stephen's cabin.  She'd expected a dirty wood floor throughout the place, dishes piled high in the kitchen, and an outhouse in the back.  Stephen explained that while the cabin was in a remote area, it was decked out with some of the finest furnishings around.  The couple he'd purchased it from were from the city and the lady of the house had made sure that luxury abounded.  There was fine China for dining, a king-size bed with a gorgeous down comforter, and while there was no shower, in its place was a claw footed tub made of swirled marble.  Mimi was in heaven.

"You don't mind...do you?"  She nodded towards the small bath, indicating that she'd like one.  There was no door on the wide opening but the tub was in a corner and if Stephen was careful, he could avoid seeing her in the nude while still going about in the cabin.  Mimi's job at the costume factory was a model for their catalog so she had taken her clothes on and off so often in front of men that she rarely thought twice about it.  But with the nearness of Stephen, not to mention him being a stranger...well...she didn't want to take any chances.  The idea though of a hot bubble bath outweighed any staring the man might do. 

Stephen apparently had no qualms about Mimi's bath because he smiled approvingly at her request.

"Be my guest."  

She started the water and turned to watch as Stephen headed towards the kitchen.  "Mmm  mmm good."  She thought to herself, gazing at the way his jeans fit.  She imagined her hands all over those jeans, in more places than one, then reality hit her as the snow started melting on her clothes.  Bubbles!  That's what she needed in this bath!  Kicking off her shoes, she quickly stepped up on the covered seat of the commode and opened the cabinet door above, hoping to find Mr. Bubble.  There!  She reached up as far as she could on her tippy toes, and tried soooooo very hard to reach the box.  She couldn't reach it and in fact nearly toppled over.  Suddenly she felt the grip of Stephen's hands around her thighs, holding her securely in place.  She turned around to thank him and found his eyes had strayed to where her stockings stopped and her thighs began.....way up high.  Stephen dragged his eyes up to hers and murmured something about being careful as his thumbs traced the lace hem.  Mimi turned back to the box of bubbles and a secret smile stole across her face.  Stephen hadn't let go yet and she found herself quite drawn to him.  Grabbing the box, she placed it on a counter and Stephen helped her down.  He left without saying a word and Mimi poured in the bath soap, wondering what he was thinking.  Her eyes lit up as the bubbles started to accumulate immediately and she quickly shed her clothes and stepped into the warmth.   Sinking gratefully into the bath, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Bubble your troubles away" indeed.

After a few moments, she sat up a bit and heard some pans clanking around.  Stephen must be fixing something for them to eat.  What a generous man.  He'd practically saved her life and opened his home to her and had remained a gentleman the entire time.  But Mimi was thinking her thoughts again...naughty thoughts...thoughts that included those large hands roaming all over her body.  She began washing herself, lathering up easily and soaping her entire body.  Careful not to get suds everywhere, she gently splash the warm water against her and let it slide down her body, forcing the bubbles lower.  Laying back she washed her hair, then sitting up quickly she squeezed the water out, twisting it and placing her clip in the thick hair to hold it in place.  A few stray tendrils lay damp against her neck but she ignored them.  She turned over and let her tummy relax against the bottom of the deep tub, wallowing in the womblike feeling. Giggling to herself, she almost called out to Stephen to come join her, knowing that would throw him for a loop.

Suddenly she hushed.  The sounds in the kitchen had stopped.  

"Stephen?"  she said weakly while turning over, afraid that he had left her.

"I thought you might need a towel."  Suddenly Stephen filled the open doorway with his masculine frame, taking Mimi's breath away yet again.  He had taken off his outer shirt and was only wearing jeans and tight tshirt.  Mimi quickly stood up to take the towel, the bubbles fighting over which ones could trail down her body the fastest.  Stephen gasped and Mimi realized what she'd done.  She apologized profusely and grabbing the towel, wrapping it around herself and loosely tucking in the fold.  She stood looking pretty as a picture to Stephen, and yet he remained speechless, his eyes apparently still seeing what was under the towel.

"Do you by chance have something I can wear?"  she asked, trying to dry her arms and losing the battle as the towel slipped almost totally off.  The terry cloth was a bit rough against her pale skin and was giving it a soft pink glow.  

Stephen simply turned and left the room, returning a moment later with a deep blue thirsty robe that hung to Mimi's feet.  He stayed as she started to untuck the towel and she didn't turn away.  His eyes traveled to her well formed breasts, nipples soft as petals from her bath.  She had no idea how scrumptious she looked.  Her trimmed bush was natural blond and still held a few drops of water clinging to the silken hair.  Mimi watched as Stephen swallowed, then his hands reached for her. She thought he was going to push the robe off...but surprised her by pulling the belt around her, tightening it snug against her body.  

"Time to eat." He said huskily and walked out of the bathroom.

The Hunger Begins - by SilverFox

As Stephen headed for the kitchen leaving Mimi wrapped snugly in the large terry robe, his body betrayed his feeble attempts at composure.  He felt a throbbing desire growing rapidly in his tight jeans and he needed to put a little distance between Mimi and himself in order to regain control over his body.

"Damn!" he thought.  "Out here in the middle of nowhere, a storm raging and the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen standing naked in my bathroom and I am getting a hard on like a giddy teenager."

Stephen had always prided himself on his composure and demeanor around women.  He wasn't cocky about it but he had always tried to be a gentleman and do the right thing at the right time.  An erection couldn't have come at a worst time.  He had wanted to impress Mimi but not with the size of his growing manhood….at least not yet.  A small smile spread across his face as he remembered seeing Mimi standing in the tub with the bubbles caressing her beautiful body.  He was jealous of those bubbles…very jealous.

Her voice rocked him back to reality.  "Stephen, do you need some help?"  

"Ummm..er..no thanks" he stammered "I have it under control."  

"Sure I do" he thought, not believing a word of what he had just said.

"What are you making?" Mimi inquired.

"Well, I thought a nice old fashioned meal of country pancakes with lots of butter and maple syrup would be nice." He replied.  "It would be good to get something warm inside you too" he mentioned.  Something warm inside her was what he was thinking but it had precious little to do with food.

"Mimi" he called "could you get that bottle of wine over there in the cabinet in the corner?"

"Sure" she giggled  "do you have white wine or red wine with pancakes?"

They both broke into laughter, which helped Stephen with his growing "problem."
He finished setting the table as Mimi brought the wine to the table.  He set out a platter heaped with steaming hot pancakes and a pitcher with fresh maple syrup.  Mimi had trouble averting her gaze at his body.  He wondered if she noticed his bulge.  Not much he could do about it at this point.

They both sat down on either side of the table and began to eat.  The pancakes were delicious and the wine, although a bit unorthodox with what is normally breakfast fare, added a nice and romantic touch.  As they were eating, Mimi had somehow allowed her robe to open a bit revealing a creamy cleavage to Stephen's view, which was not helping his "problem."  In fact, his erection, thankfully hidden under the table, was beginning to grow once again and he was faced with thoughts of what he would do should it become necessary for him to stand up.  Stephen looked into Mimi's eyes as he reached for the pitcher of syrup.  At that moment, Mimi decided to become frisky and she slid her bare foot up inside the leg of Stephen's jeans under the table.  Upon feeling her foot on his ankle, he jerked and proceeded to spill the syrup on his t-shirt and down onto his lap soaking his jeans.  He jumped up quickly without thinking, revealing to Mimi a huge bulge in his pants.  Mimi's eyes became riveted on it and for a moment Stephen wondered if she was going to reach across the table.  

"Damn!" Stephen exclaimed.  "I have got to be the world's biggest klutz." As he looked at his syrup drenched clothes.  As he looked across the table at Mimi, he noticed that she was gazing at his crotch.  He then began to realize that his worst dream had been realized but that she was in that dream and thoroughly enjoying it.  Mimi said that Stephen probably should remove his jeans right there so as to keep from tracking syrup through the rest of the cabin.  He was a bit embarrassed about it but realized that it was the right thing to do.

He kicked off his shoes and quickly began to loosen his belt and slide off his jeans.  Mimi respectfully looked away for a moment but she stood up and came over to Stephen's side of the table ostensibly to help gather the jeans and keep the syrupy mess from going any farther.  As she moved closer, her hip brushed against Stephen's dark green boxers causing the head of his now fully erect penis to burst through the fly.  Mimi's instantaneous reaction was to slip her hand under his throbbing member and let it rest in her palm.  Both her gaze and Stephen's were riveted to her hand as her fingers absently began to caress him eliciting a soft moan from deep within him as he stood there still holding his sticky jeans in his hands.  Before he knew it, Stephen dropped the jeans onto the chair in which he had been sitting and he placed his hand against her cheek, caressing the creamy skin.  His fingers began to work their way into her soft blonde hair, which caused her to shudder and moan in response.

Before he knew it, Mimi dropped to her knees in front of Stephen and placed her lips against the inside of his thigh.  She began to drag her tongue through the coarse hair and was lapping at the maple syrup residue that had made its way through the denim of the jeans.  Her hand continued to caress his manhood, now fully erect complete with throbbing veins and a purplish head.  She gently wrapped her fingers around its girth, which was sizeable and began to stroke along the length.  She slipped her fingers up under the leg of his boxers, brushing the tips against the side of his balls.  Stephen stood there motionless or at least as motionless as he could, considering that he had a beautiful woman bushwhacking his private parts, sending small waves of pleasure through his body.

Mimi stood up again in front of him, her hand still cradling his throbbing cock.  She looked passionately into his eyes and purred "Looks like it is your turn in the bathtub."

Tiny Bubbles - by KissingFever

Mimi found it hard to believe she could be so brazen.  Stephen had had a simple accident and yet when he stood up and she saw his thick bulge exposed in his Levis, she lost all train of thought.  Then when he had stripped of his jeans and his cock had sprung free from his boxers she instinctively reached down to touch him.  Mimi still wasn't sure what made her do it...the devil she supposed.  But she was very glad she had.

After standing up and telling Stephen that it was his turn for a bath, she walked into the bathroom and started the water in the tub again, sprinkling in some bubble bath for luck.  Really not caring if men used bubbles or not, an idea crept into Mimi's mind and she hoped Stephen would allow her to play....for want of a better word.  She turned to see where he had gone and found him closely behind her, again that stealthlike movement taking her by surprise.  




Winter Wonderland



"Let me help you with those boxers." Mimi said, turning a very docile Stephen to face the wall.  She began to tug on the band of his boxers and pulled them over his hips and down his thighs, revealing a softly rounded ass, covered with fine downy hair.  Mimi fell to her knees once again and started kissing the back of Stephen's ass, his warm cheeks feeling soft against her luscious lips.  She felt his hands press against the tiled wall to hold himself up as her mouth went lower on his body, kissing that delicate line where his mound and thigh met.  Her nose tickled the hairs and she found herself biting gently on his tender flesh.  Above her Stephen quietly moaned as his ass cheeks flexed against her mouth.  As she turned her head to place her cheek against his mound, she noted that the water level in the tub was finally full.

"Are you ready?" she inquired, reaching over to turn off the faucet.  She looked up at Stephen and his smile couldn't be more revealing.  He turned to face her and she discovered that his cock had grown even more turgid.  Her eyes slowly made their way up his gorgeous body until they rested on his face.  Then she simply took his hand and pulled him over to the frothy tub, it's white bubbles gleaming in the light.  As Stephen stepped into the tub, Mimi left to get some candles that he'd lit for their dinner.  She brought them into the bathroom and turned the light off.  The room was now aglow with a soft romantic light...perfect for lovers.

She knelt down by the tub as Stephen soaked in the bubbles.  She reached across him and grabbed the liquid soap and dribbled it over his cock which was laying semi-flacid between his splayed legs.  She slowly coaxed his cock into an upright position with her tiny fingers until his shaft was covered in white soapy pearls.  Reaching down below, Mimi felt the roundness of his balls and her hand moved slowly over them to caress the rest of his throbbing treasure.  She carefully drug her nails across the fleshy sac as Stephen laid his head back and sighed.  

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he whispered.  

"Resistance is futile."  Mimi replied, a wry smile spreading across her face.  After that Stephen was putty in her hands...well almost.

Playing a bit more, she finally gripped his cock soundly and felt his abdominal muscles tighten as her hand started to move up and down, fingers gliding and causing friction at the glans.  Stephen moaned and moved in her hand, his eyes closed and his face contorted with pleasure.  His cock was incredibly large and erect and it was almost more than Mimi could bare to continue sliding her hand up and down the large member without jumping in the tub and sliding on top of him, guiding his fat cock into her moist pussy.  However, Stephen was so close that she wanted him to cum now.....she wanted him to splash his hot seed into the bath until he was literally drained.

She began to stroke him faster as he slid his hand into the robe she was wearing to fondle her breast.  Their mouths met and as Mimi's hand unconsciously stopped moving over him, Stephen reached down and closed his palm over hers to continue the rhythm that had him ready to explode.  With one more groan into her mouth, Stephen started cumming into the warm soapy water and all over Mimi's hand, his pelvis arching up to meet her fingers, begging for release.  Her tongue dipped down into his mouth and started playing with his tongue as his creamy juice mixed in with the bubbles, rendering it undetectable.  His body bucked up against the water and tiny splashes flowed over the tub until at last they slowed down.  His hand eased over hers and then stopped altogether as they finished the kiss, moving their faces over one another's in a soft intimate caress.

Mimi finally stood up and belted her robe back in place as Stephen rose from the water, his body now awash in seductive bubbles.  He dried himself off and followed Mimi out of the bathroom and into the den, drawing her to him in a loving embrace.  Her hair was still damp from her bath and he kissed the top of her head, sending little shivers down her spine with that simple act of affection.  Then he pulled her to the large bed and threw back the heavy covers, inviting her to slide inside the silky sheets.  She lay down on the bed but off to the side and Stephen took advantage of her position to lean over her and plant a soft kiss on "the spot"..that delicate area that all women have below their shoulders.  Mimi in turn found herself engulfed in a forest of soft hair that she'd spied earlier peeking above his shirt.  Stephen smelled wonderful...and she could hardly wait to see what the night had in store for them.

Release - by SilverFox

As Stephen leaned across her, kissing her "spot", he reached down to the terrycloth cincture that held the robe closed around Mimi's beautiful body.  Deftly he loosened the knot, opened it and parted the robe to reveal her silky white skin…her luscious darkened nipples, which were beginning to stiffen with her arousal…her soft belly below which he could see her gossamer blonde curls which formed a garden around her moistening womanhood.  He inhaled her sweet scent as she likewise inhaled him still fresh from his "bath."  She lay motionless save for subdued moans as her body was beginning to respond to his actions.

"MMM..you smell so good, Mimi." He whispered "and you are so beautiful."  Her reply was a soft groan of pleasure and a squirm against the confines of the robe.

Stephen took his lips from her chest and placed them upside down on hers, tasting her…feeling her breathing into his mouth.  As they kissed, he managed to slide her arms from the sleeves of the robe and she reached up to cradle his face in her hands as their kiss deepened.  Resting his weight on his left hand, he began to trail his fingertips over her body.  He began at the "spot" where he had kissed her and then moved his right hand across the roundness of her right breast.  His fingertips formed a cordon around her areola as his palm brushed her now fully erect nipple.

He felt her exhale into his mouth as they kissed and he knew that her body was responding to what he was doing.  He continued to kiss her…loving her sweet taste…letting his tongue slip in teasingly past her lips, withdrawing it then slipping it in once again.  He repeated this over and over as his fingers were on her nipple…pinching slightly and pulling gently on it.  She began to suck on his tongue with her lips and moan gently as he caressed her breast.  Mimi took one hand from Stephen's face and placed it flat on her belly, her fingers caressing her own soft skin.  Then she suddenly reached across her midriff and grasped his right wrist and guided it down to her lower belly, across her soft mound and into the tuft of blonde locks.  He could immediately sense that she was aroused because her hair had become very moist and he could feel the outer lips of her pussy becoming swollen with her excitement.  She further guided his middle finger to her clit, which by this time was fully engorged.  He slid his finger along it and gently brushed it back and forth.  As he did, she moaned more loudly as they continued to kiss and taste one another.  She squirmed more forcefully now.

Breaking the kiss, she hissed "God that feels so good." Then she kissed him hard once again.

It was his turn to break the kiss now as he whispered,  "Mimi, I need to taste you."   With that, he moved around to the other side of the bed, never letting his finger leave her throbbing clit.  

"Don't go away." He admonished with a knowing smile as he moved past her.  He heard her moan softly and looked at her as a pleasured smile crossed her face.  Upon reaching the other side of the bed, still gently strumming her clit, he looked at her.  Her face had become slightly contorted in ecstasy and her left hand had moved over to gently cup her own right breast where Stephen's hand had been.  Her fingers were gently kneading her nipple and he knew that she was lost in a world of pleasure and he wanted to keep her there.  Looking down at her he thought again "Damn, she is so beautiful!"

With his hand still at her pussy, he leaned over to place a soft kiss on her navel.  Then he let his tongue gently probe into it.  As he flicked his tongue he felt her shudder.  He loved the taste of her.  Her skin was so soft and smooth.  He couldn't help inhaling as she smelled so nice, a mixture of her own perfume and the bubble bath soap.  He then moved his face across her smooth skin.  Mimi squirmed under the stimulation of his warm breath and his three day stubble.

Stephen moved his face to the hollow of her right hip and then over to the center of her womanhood, grazing her silky skin with his beard, causing it to flush slightly.  He withdrew his finger from her clit and in its stead placed his tongue on it …gently.  He tenderly licked it and then surrounded it with his lips causing Mimi to shudder once again and release a torrent of her sweet juices against his face.  He sucked on her clit and let his tongue flick against it.  Taking his thumbs, he parted her lips.  He ran his tongue around the outside of those luscious lips, tasting the very center of her and he loved it.  He then probed deep inside her, feeling her moistness on his face and her heat all around him.  He moved his face all around, his tongue lapping wildly as his stubble grazed on her exposed lips and the inside of her creamy thighs.  He felt her shaking uncontrollably and he knew that she was in the throes of a deep orgasm.  Her sweet juices flowed over his face once again as her body arched involuntarily.  He could see both of her hands cupping both of her breasts.  Her moans had now become a visceral growl as she released.

Stephen was loving this.  Here was an extremely beautiful woman who was giving herself to him after giving him a tremendous orgasm of his own.  The more he thought about it, he felt his cock beginning to harden once again.  He felt it stiffening against his thigh and as it became larger, he felt it brushing the comforter that was covering the side of the bed as he knelt there.

After gently releasing her lips, he placed a soft kiss on them….then he gently kissed the inside of her right thigh and then her left.  He then rose to his feet, noticing that his manhood had once again become fully erect. There was only one place that he wanted it to be.  He knelt up on the bed between her parted thighs.  Slipping his thighs up under hers, his throbbing cock rested on her mound.  Grasping his shaft with one hand and parting the hood covering her clit with the other, he began to circle the head of his cock around her clit.  As he did this, Mimi lifted her head from the bed to see what he was doing and he heard her moan "Ohhh Goddd" as her body began to squirm with pleasure and her head fell back down on the bed.

"Let's see what Santa has for you." he whispered, his eyes gleaming as he watched her smile slide slowly across her face.

Come Together - by Kissing Fever

Mimi cried out as Stephen entered her....his length sliding slowly inside, teasing her inch by inch....several inches as a matter of fact.  Her arms were flailing at her side as he coaxed his swollen cock into her warm pussy.   Grabbing the bedspread, she gasped out his name as he smoothly pushed his way in.  Stephen continue to tantalize her with his shaft, then lowered himself to kiss her softly on the mouth, claiming her.  She tasted herself in the kiss and began to relax a bit as he slowed his strokes altogether, finally coming to a stop.

Mimi was breathless.  Stephen seemed to know exactly when to stop, to suspend her next climax so that they could cum together, no words were needed.  His mouth was soft on hers, kissing her tenderly, feeling each sultry expression of the kiss.  Their tongues automatically found each other as the kiss deepened and the sighs returned. Then Stephen backed off and lovingly stroked the hair on her forehead as he gazed at her.  She returned his intimate smile and then did something she hadn't done in a  while, she embraced him inside her soft velvet walls.  Stephen's arms weakened when he felt her holding him, pulsing slowly against him.  He lowered himself onto her again and began to move on impulse. 

The two of them continued that way for some time, Stephen being able to take his time since he had cum earlier in the tub.  Now he was thankful...as was Mimi.  He was so thankful in fact that he wrapped his arms around her and rolled over, pulling her on top of him.  She grinned wickedly and sat straight up on his cock, tossing her hair back, her soft pale skin glowing in the moonlight with pink nipples satiny as tulip petals.  Her hands started to caress her tummy, then moved slowly underneath her supple breasts as she began to play.  As she gazed at Stephen, she found his eyes locked on her fingers.   Every little move she made, he was watching her.  Fingers caressed playfully around her soft mounds as she smiled down at Stephen who'd propped his hands behind his head to watch.  Mimi's nipples stayed surprisingly soft and full until she touched each one with her index fingers, causing them to each tighten up into a large plum colored nub.  She tugged on them a bit and laughed lightly at Stephen who's cock had just twitched inside her.  His smile was strained as he watched her fingers roam over her supple breasts, but his hands never moved.  Mimi knew he didn't want to spoil his voyeuristic fun.  

Again her long fingers strayed over her tight nipples then slid briefly down to her pussy where they found some slippery precum.  Mimi touched the area where she and Stephen joined...amazed at the oneness of them.  Then Stephen's hands reached down to grab her hips and pull her to him again for a kiss.  Deeply they kissed and began to rock back and forth.  Their lovemaking grew more intense as each one started trembling, becoming more desperate for release until finally the climatic moment came with both crying out.  Mimi threw her head back and screamed while Stephen held on for dear life, thrusting into her as deeply as he could, forcing his seed inside her, letting out a wild groan.  Their bodies writhed together as if in flames until at last their ardor cooled and they both gasped for breath.  Mimi then collapsed upon Stephen, her body revealing a light sheen of sweat as she lay exhausted upon him.  Stephen took her in his arms and held her tight, his cock now lying dormant inside her.  He stroked her damp hair as she turned to lay her face on his torso, feeling his heart thumping madly within his chest.  She smiled one more time to herself as she plucked at some fine hairs, thinking that her earlier flat tire was worth it all.  Stephen's fingers combed through her hair as he whispered a soft goodnight to her and they fell asleep joined together, finally relaxed after a night of frolicking fun.



Winter Wonderland



The snow fell in big flakes, the full moonlight shimmering off the ice crystals as they floated to the ground. She was snuggled up next to him in the back of the sleigh as it slid through the crisp night air, their breath forming clouds around their heads. The lantern by the driver lit the way as bells on the horse's harness jingled as he trod up the path to the cabin.

The meal at the main hotel had been incredible but both were anxious to get back to the cabin for dessert. The sleigh pulled right up to the steps of the cabin. He climbed down and held out his hand to help her get out of the sled. With a quick wave of thanks to the driver, they walked arm and arm onto the porch and turned to watch the small lantern fade into the distance.

They opened the door and were greeting by a warm fire roaring in the large stone fireplace, the dessert of champagne, strawberries and chocolate was set up for them on a table next to the fire. He took her coat, hung it up as she walked over, and stood in front of the crackling flames, the flickering light casting her shadow over the room.

He slid up behind her and putting his arms around her waist, whispered in her ear, "I love you." She turned to look at him and putting her arms around his neck said, "I love you too," as she pulled his lips to hers. They were still cold from the ride but quickly warmed as she opened her mouth and slid her tongue across them. He parted his lips and gently sucked her tongue into his mouth nibbling on it.

His hands went to the buttons of her cashmere sweater and began undoing them as they kissed. She sighed as his hands brushed against her breasts. Even through her turtleneck, she could feel her nipples harden under his gentle touch. His hands caressed her bosom as they continued kissing, her nipples protruding through her shirt.

She reluctantly pushed him away and told him, "Go outside and get more wood for the fire while I slip into something more comfortable."

He grabbed the wood carrier from next to the fireplace and trudged out into the snow. Quickly he piled the wood into the carrier and made his way back to the cabin. He was adding new logs to the fire when he heard her footsteps on the stairs. He turned to face her and was mesmerized. She wore a long sheer black gown. The elasticized top barely contained her breasts; an intricate design woven into the gown scarcely hid her nipples. Her panties were stretch lace briefs.

She walked over to the champagne, pouring two glasses as he gazed at her longingly. She beckoned him closer with her finger. He walked up to her and stammered, "You look incredible." His hand brushed her nipple through the thin fabric.

She handed him a glass of champagne and said, "Why don't we get you into something more comfortable."

"The only comfortable thing I want to get into is you," he said pulling her closer.

She pushed him away saying, "Patience, I want to enjoy desert first."

Taking a strawberry from the bowl, she dipped it in the chocolate and brought it to her lips. Sensuously she put her lips around the berry, sucking the dark, sweet syrup from it. 

He could feel the bulge in his pants growing as he watched her. He pulled his shirt off and she took his nipple into her sweet sticky lips. Her hand found its way to his groin as she licked his nipple and squeezed his hardening penis. One hand undid his belt while she picked up another strawberry. Again a dip in the chocolate, but this time she let the chocolate drip onto her waiting tongue before devouring the sweet fruit.

His pants were on the floor, as she skipped the fruit and dipped her finger in the chocolate. Quickly he grabbed her hand and pulled her finger to his mouth, licking and sucking it clean. She pulled her finger from his mouth and scooping up more chocolate, dribbled it on her neck and the tops of her breasts. He greedily licked the sweet treat from her neck, lingering in her cleavage as she continued stroking his cock.

Her hand slid inside his boxers, her fingers rubbing the sensitive tip. She pulled his boxers down and he felt something warm and sticky on the head of his penis. Taking a step backwards, she leaned over and began to suck the chocolate from his cock. He moaned in ecstasy as her tongue found every drop of sweetness. She pulled her mouth off him and bit into another plump juicy strawberry.

He pulled her close and kissed off the juice dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Their lips locked in a passionate kiss as his tongue sought out the sweetness of her mouth. With their mouths still locked in a fiery kiss, he lowered her to the soft bearskin rug, the fireplace warming their bodies.

They lay next to each other kissing and caressing each other, gently he brushed the thin strap of her negligee off her shoulder. Softly he pulled strap down, exposing her breast. His lips went to her nipple, kissing and licking it with measured strokes. He dipped his fingers into the bowl of chocolate and smeared it over her breast; his tongue then traced the path his fingers took, licking her clean. He continued his ministrations on her nipple as he pulled the other one free then turned his attention to it.

She pulled his head to her bosom, relishing in the warm tingles of pleasure coursing through her body. Her moans of pleasure grew louder as he pushed her breasts together and alternated licking and sucking each nipple in turn. Finally, the building wetness between her legs became unbearable.

She broke away from his embrace and stood up. As her sheer gown fell off her hips and onto the floor, she took the container of chocolate from the table and kneeled next to him. With one swift motion, she had covered his penis in chocolate. She put the dish back on the table and began licking the warm sweet liquid from his shaft.

The feeling was heavenly as her tongue slid over him, lapping up the sweet confection. After several passes with her tongue, she took his rigid cock in her hand and guided it to her mouth. He gasped with pleasure as she took it deep in her mouth, her tongue swirling its way up and down. His hand reached out for her leg and traveled up her thigh as she sucked him. He could feel her wetness through the lace panties and slipped a finger inside them to rub along her wet lips. 

He peeled her panties off while she continued sucking him, then guided her wet pussy to his mouth. They licked and sucked each other for several minutes, their state of arousal getting higher with each flick of the tongue. Finally, her need for release overcame her and she pushed her self onto his mouth, his penis no longer stifling her moans as she screamed with pleasure.

As her orgasm subsided, she spun around to face him, straddling his stomach. She slid down his body stopping just as the tip of his penis touched her wet pussy. Teasingly she moved her hips up and down never letting more than just the tip enter her.

After a minute of this delicious torture, he quickly sat up stuffing his stiff cock inside her. She eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist and the rocked back and forth. He leaned forward and sucked on her nipples as she slid up and down his shaft. In short order he was echoing her screams of pleasure as he shot inside her.

They collapsed in front of the fire and after several more glasses of champagne, drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.



Winter Wonderland



With the snow blowing outside and the winter smells in the air Leslie pushed her way into the deserted house. Knowing Greg was suppose to be there earlier in the day and wondering what was keeping him so long.

Calling his cell phone she received no answer. The snow storm was growing more fierce every minute and the need for warmth was growing. Going to the fire place and adding the kindling to the stack of logs already there Leslie starts the fire, looking around she decides to put on the stew for dinner in case Greg gets home. Leaving it over the fire to cook Leslie heads to the bathroom to bath the cold away.

Walking into the bathroom Leslie spots a black and red gown and robe, picking them up she holding them to her she smiles as she knows they will fit her. Slowly stripping out of her clothes she thinks she hears something but berates herself for letting her imagination get the better of her. She runs the bath as she adds a liberal amount of perfume and bubbles to her bath. Pinning her hair up she steps into the bath lowering her soft body into hot sweet bubby water.

Laying back Leslie closes her eyes and dreams about Greg coming in and surprising her with his presents she can almost feel his touch, taste his sweet kisses as he nibbles her neck, she feels her body drifting off in ecstasy.

A soft moan escapes Leslie's throat as she feels the gentle touch and hears the words she is waiting for, I told you I would be here. Smiling in her dream of him.

Soft music playing in the far off distance of her mind, Leslie hears it, reaching out to romantic tones of the music. Wondering if her mind is playing tricks on her or if it is really in her dreams.

Greg reaches out to her lifting her from her bath, knowing he is real she wraps her arms around him and kisses him softly. Laying her head against his shoulder she relaxes as he carries her to bed.

Not a word is spoken, he lowers her soft body to the bed, standing over her looking at her, wanting to please her, to be with her, make love to her. 

Looking around the room Leslie notices the candles that are lit everywhere, the soft music playing in the distance, the rose petals on the bed and floor. Wondering how long he has been there but afraid to speak and break the mood.

Reaching over beside the bed Greg gets a bottle of vanilla and jasmine oil pouring a liberal amount in his hand he bends down and starts to gently rub it into the soft flesh of her body. Starting at her shoulders slowly and gently kneading her muscles. Hearing her soft moans he moves down, gently circling her full breasts, sensing her arousal he moves on down to her tummy, in slow circular motion, moving lower almost hypnotic feeling comes over Leslie as Greg continues down her long supple legs, kneading and massaging every muscle as he moves to her feet. Turning her over he starts working his way back up her legs, seeing her soft round bottom he leans forward and lightly kisses her, thinking she wont feel it, he is surprised when he hears the soft moan escape from her lips. Leslie raises her bottom off the bed about an inch as Greg takes her hands and cuffs her to the bed. Going back down he puts her up on her knees, Leslie looks back at him wondering what he is going to do. 

Wondering and waiting Leslie starts to squirm. Greg reaches out smacking her ass with his hand, telling her to hold still and be quiet. Greg moves her knees wide apart so he can see what secrets await his pleasure. Bending over he nips at her ass, slowly running his tongue over the soft roundness before pushing it slowly into her ass. Hearing her moans of pleasure he starts aggressively tongue fucking her ass, loving the way she moves and the way she tastes.

Wanting to get her more in the mood for what he has planned, Greg smacks her ass again, this time harder. His tongue still fucking her ass he begins to finger fuck her pussy, feeling it for the first time, the soft shaven mound. Surprised by the find Greg is even more excited to discover this.

Standing up Greg shoved his cock deep into Leslie's ass, hearing her moan loudly as she moves with him to feel the pleasure of every move. Moving quickly in and out as he feels the excitement start to build, he reaches up and pulls her head back with a handful of her long raven black hair. Grabbing her hips he thrusts harder, penetrating her deeper still, he slams his hard cock savagely in and out of her tight ass, Leslie moaning loudly as she feels the pleasure building. Greg can stand no more he moans and releases his cum deep in her.

Leslie stretches out as she rolls onto her back, smiling to herself she looks up at Greg, he grabs her knees and smiles wickedly at her, pushes them apart and takes her legs and puts them over his shoulders. Starting to pound her pussy from the first thrust, Greg knows that this time will be quick. Leslie tries to move with Greg but gets her ass smacked for her effort. Startled she feels the torture of his need, her need growing as she feels the wetness build within her. 

Leslie starts to move again and Greg smacks her ass again, harder this time. He wants total control of the moment and his need. This is the first time Leslie has seen this side of Greg and she isn't sure she likes it. But her body does and that is all that matters at the moment. Greg thrusts harder and deeper into her feeling the sensation start to build in him again, he moans loudly as he releases his hot cum deep inside her.

Rolling over he holds her close, kisses her softly and moves to get out of bed. He walks to the window and sees that it is still snowing outside he smiles. They are snowed in and he will have his captive little girl all to his self.



Winter Wonderland



It was midwinter, and my best friend and I decided to take a weekend trip to my family's cabin in the mountains with our significant others. It was a long weekend, and none of us had Friday classes, so we figured if we took off on Thursday afternoon we could get back on Monday night. Thus, none of us would miss any classes, and we would have a cozy, romantic weekend full of cross country skiing, snowmobiling, and, of course, lots of sex on the bear skin rug in front of the fire. Yes, we really have a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace in our Great Room. It has seen a lot of action, too.

My current flame, John, had never been to the cabin, since we had only been dating for a month. My best friend, Neil's girlfriend, Sheila had been to the cabin the past summer for the annual Fourth of July party and had been shocked at the displays of hedonism. That was what the fights she kept having with him were all about; he wanted her to be more open minded, and she was afraid of what he had done before she came along. She was also really afraid of me and what kind of "influence" I was.

Stupidly, Sheila gave Neil an ultimatum on Wednesday night, as they fought over the upcoming weekend. She told him that she did not want to go to the cabin, and he replied that he did. She told him that I was a bad influence on him, and at that, he laughed. She then told him that he had to choose between us, and he did. He chose me. He left her apartment and never looked back. After all, was he going to choose the girlfriend he had known for less than a year, or the best friend he had grown up with?

Unfortunately, this meant he did not have a date for the weekend. I tried to set him up with a couple of my friends, but they had made plans already, since I did not hear about the break up until Thursday morning.

I convinced Neil to come with us anyway. At least he could join in the daytime activities, and John and I would be careful not to rub our nocturnal fun in his face. The cabin is, after all, rather large.

Getting up there was rather involved. It was about two and a half hours of driving, then finding a place to park the truck we had to use because of the snow, and finally riding the snowmobiles we had towed up there for another half hour until we got to the cabin. To say it was remote was an understatement.

The only entry to the cabin at this time of year was on the second floor because the snow was so deep. There was a covered port for the vehicles next to the house that was built with this in mind.

We entered the freezing cabin and then we each took off for our different tasks. John was to bring in our bags from the vehicles, and Neil was to start a fire in the Great Room. I headed for the back porch by the kitchen to start the generator. After I got that going, I could cook some dinner.

It was dark, and we were all making our way by flashlight, so when I suddenly felt someone come up behind me and grab me around the waist. I wasn't sure who it was and I reached my hand up to the top of his head and felt Neil's slightly spiky hair. 

"Hey, buddy, got the fire going already?" I asked. It was pre-laid; all he'd had to do was strike a match. 

John, being unfamiliar with the layout of the cabin, had not found his way to the kitchen yet,

"You want to start the generator so we can have some light around here?" I asked with Neil's arms still around me playfully. I had managed to get it ready to start, but sometimes when it was this cold it liked a kick or two.

"Come on, beg me, baby." Neil laughed.

"Oh, baby. Please. Start my engine. Fire me up. Do me good!" I joked, turning and pressing into his tall, lean body.

Suddenly I looked over his shoulder and saw John standing there, one eyebrow cocked, obviously having caught our exchange.

"I can come back later, if you two want to finish," he quipped.

I stepped out of Neil's arms and grabbed John's hand. "No way, lover, I want you both." I giggled, and drew him further into the room. "Besides, once lazy butt over here," I kicked Neil gently in the offending area, "gets the generator started, this will be the warmest room in the house for a while."

"Well it wouldn't be the warmest room in the house for long if some lazy butt," Neil slapped my ass harder than I had kicked him, "had lit the stove in the kitchen while passing through."

I stuck out my tongue at him. "Didn't want to do it in the dark."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot, you like the lights on when you do it," he made the most of the double entendre, then turned and with one pull started the generator.

The night lights through the house that were there to tell us whether the generator power was working flickered and stayed on. I turned and flounced into the kitchen, grumbling about cheaters and how I had warmed the machine up for him and various things like that until I was out of earshot.

Truthfully, I had always been a little afraid of the large propane stove that we used for heating as well as for cooking. You had to light it by hand, and if you let it run too long you could end up getting your eyebrows singed, much like you can with a barbecue. I turned on the lights in the kitchen to see what I was doing, and turned the knob to LIGHT. I was getting ready to strike the match, when Neil pushed me aside; telling me that this was man's work and proceeded to light it himself.

It was a good thing he did, because he got singed a bit.

We sat in the shuttered kitchen, listening to the faint hum of the generator and the stillness all around that told us we were the only people for miles, relaxing for a moment.

Finally, I looked at the boys and asked them what they wanted for dinner.

"STEAK!" they cried in unison.

"Will that be elk, moose, cow or buffalo steak?" I replied, grinning.

"When did you get buffalo in?" asked Neil suspiciously.

"Last Fall when we were stocking up. Our neighbor bought a whole buffalo and we bought a quarter of it from him. Half of it is jerky, half of it steaks, and a good portion of it lives up here now."

"Just how often does your family come up here?" asked John.

"As a family we don't drive up all that often. We are more likely to go someplace with Room Service because of my mom. We have had a few family gatherings here. My dad comes up here with his hunting parties or business associates, my brother brings the football team up here, my mom avoids it like the plague, my cousins have use of it if they need it, and we have the cleaning service that comes in whenever we need it to. Like, after my brother and the boys come up here, the cleaning crew comes up and stays a couple of days. Back to the subject, guys, what do you want to eat?" I emphasized the last few words by doing sign language.

"Elk."

"Moose." 

Again, they spoke in unison and I was too ashamed to admit that I couldn't tell who wanted which steak. I figured I would figure it out when I put the plates on the table.

I sent Neil down do get a bottle of wine in our well insulated cellar, and began cooking our meal. The steaks turned out juicy and delicious, and were perfectly complemented by the red wine Neil chose. I recovered from my faux pas by saying that I had forgotten who had ordered which steak and held up the plates so they could grab their own. 

All went well until after dinner, when we retired to the great room to sit by the fire. We had opened a second bottle of wine and were all feeling quite mellow by then. I was sitting between the two men, who I was rapidly coming to think of more and more as my boys, when suddenly John popped the question. No, not THAT question, just the very loaded question that started the whole weekend off in a whole different direction than we ever expected.

"So, Neil, you and Renee have been friends for like 10 years now?" 

Neil and I nodded.

"And you have never had sex with each other?"

We shook our heads.

"Why not, I mean, Renee is HOT. And if you have known her that long, you have to know that she is a wild thing in the sack," 

John looked at me, "I mean, if you had made moves and been rejected, I would understand, but to have all this," he gestured at me "and her personality, too, and just sit back and never make a move-- Dude, are you a moron?"

I blushed, while John just looked expectantly at Neil.

"Sounds like you want me to make a move on your girl, there, John."

"Well, first of all, I am asking about the past, and second of all, Nee is not my girl. She will never BELONG to anyone. I happen to be her primary lover right now, and for that privilege I am grateful, but she is not the type to ever be anyone's girl."

I smiled, though I was blushing furiously at this point, and linked hands with him, glad that he understood me well enough to understand that without freedom I would suffocate.

"So if I made a move you wouldn't be mad?"

"No, not really. I don't see where I have the right to be mad."

"Good to know," Neil replied.

"Back to my question," John prompted.

"Ah, I thought I had distracted you. You are just too sharp for me, I guess." "When we met, Renee and I were ten," he continued. "We were still marginally in the 'I hate boys/ I hate girls' age group, but both of us had grown out of it and definitely thought the other sex was interesting. Come to think of it Renee, was there ever a time when you didn't find boys fascinating?"

I shook my head adamantly, no.

"That's what I thought." he continued. "So, being the only ones in our age group of opposite sex who would talk to each other, let alone touch each other, since the whole 'cootie' thing was an issue, we soon became friends."

"Of course, you realize that sex was really not an issue until we got into high school. I mean, some kids in middle school sucked each other off," I hung my head, guiltily, as he gestured in my direction, "but I was totally oblivious to the whole sex thing until I made it on the high school basketball team, and the cheerleaders started paying attention to me. I mean, here I was a freshman, and I was starting. The cheerleaders all thought I was cute, but in more of a malicious way than an 'I want to date him' way. Renee saw what was going on, and how they loved to tease me. They would rub their tight little bodies up against me between periods until I had a hard on, then let me go to class with blue balls. She figured I needed a little education."

"She took me aside one weekend and showed me how to get them back. She showed me exactly which buttons to push. Monday morning the head cheerleader walked up to me and stuck her ass in my crotch, so I reached under it and stuck my hand under her trunks. I got her right in her hole, found her clit with my forefinger, and I just held her still and wiggled my fingers."

Neil held up his hand, showing John his big hand and long fingers, perfect for palming a basket ball-- or for finger fucking.

"She came in about thirty seconds flat. I had to wash my hands before class because her scent was all over me, but I didn't have to deal with blue balls. From then on, I pretty much always have had a girlfriend. Word gets around I guess."

John raised his hand, interrupting the narrative for a moment. "So, exactly how did Renee show you which buttons to push? Was it on herself, or a life size model, or with a copy of Gray's Anatomy?"

I slapped his knee. "John, he was a total virgin. Like, I would have shown him on me! Sure, I had a book. I don't even remember what it was called. I gave it to him. Maybe it was 'Sex for Dummies' or something like that. Anyway, it told him where the clit and the G Spot are, as well as some other interesting facts that, judging from the rumors, he has made good use of over the past few years."

"Anyway," Neil continued, "I guess the short answer to your question, John, is that, since she helped me out with those first few pointers, one or the other or both of us have always been committed. I know she is great, and I am sure that the sex would be incredible, but what do you do when there are other people involved? Besides, it might ruin a great friendship."

"As far as the other people, invite them to join! God, how long have you known this woman? Also, maybe it would put strain on your friendship. Maybe it would make it better, though," John replied.

"John, Dear, I think you are beginning to shock my poor dear Neil. I don't think he has ever been in an MMF before. You HAVE been in an FFM, haven't you?"

"Um, yeah, a few, but now you want..." he looked at John, then at me, not believing what he was being offered.

"Neil, honestly, this is John's idea. Now that he has shared it, I kind of like it, but he came up with it all on his own. If you are uncomfortable, no worries, we will leave you alone. Won't we John?" I looked at him, nodding, to get a similar response from him. 

"Hey, I didn't mean to cause trouble in paradise. I'll just go ahead to bed and if either or both of you decide to join me I'll count myself lucky."

When both Neil and I looked at him quizzically he re-thought what he had just said and said, "Yeah uh, Neil, you are only invited if Renee comes with you. I am open-minded, but I have my limits."

I laughed as John made a hasty exit, and then turned to face Neil.

"Well, this kind of came out of the blue. I mean I have always been attracted to you on various levels, but to tell you the truth I never really thought I was your type Neil."

"Come one, Renee, you're sexy as hell, have an incredible body, and an inventive mind and you're not afraid of your own sexuality; what man wouldn't be attracted to you?"

"I don't know. Honestly I have never really had to think about it. Men are pretty much always there, women too if I want them. I have never thought of how to attract one."

"You make me sick, you know that?" Neil laughed. "You seriously have never had to chase a man?"

"I just thought you knew that. When I told you that I told you everything, I was telling the truth. Except for some of the details of my sex-capades, because I thought you would be uncomfortable. But when I have gone from one guy to the next, I didn't leave anything out."

"Wow, Nee. You are amazing. But someday it's all going to catch up with you. You are going to fall for someone hard, and he will hurt you or not want you or something. Nobody can go through their entire life without their share of heartbreak."

"Granted, now what are we going to do about the rest of this weekend? I don't know if I will feel right going about my plans for having tons of wild sex on the bearskin rug with John now that we have..." I trailed off, gesturing helplessly.

"Now that we have figured out that we have 'the wild, wild lust' for each other?" Neil smiled.

"Exactly," I offered, "what do we do about this?"

"I am not so sure we can do anything about it this weekend. I am not exactly game for a threesome, and I wouldn't feel right moving in on John's turf when he was the one who knocked us upside the head."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, isn't there Neil? If you and I get together that would in no way move in on John's turf. Insatiable is my middle name, honey."

"Oh. And here all these years I thought it was Dawn."

Neil drained his wine glass and put it down, then took mine and set it next to his. He then leaned in for our first kiss ever. It was soft and sweet and tasted faintly of wine and the chocolate we had eaten after dinner. Slowly he pressed me back on the couch, deepening the kisses we were sharing as he did.

Body to body, Neil and I enjoyed some heavy making out as we explored each other, running fingers through each others' hair, stroking each other and generally acting like teenagers. We weren't far from being teenagers, so I guess the comparison is somewhat apt. I could feel his hardening cock under his jeans and I slipped a hand between us to fondle him through his jeans. He moaned into my mouth, and then sat up.

"Neil? What's wrong?"

"Nothing except that I don't think I can do all the things I want to do to you on this couch. We are going to need to bank the fire and go up to one of those cold rooms and start over."

"Oh, no we aren't." I sat up and bit him gently on the neck just above where his soft sweater's crew neck hit him. "Remember what I said about the bearskin rug?"

We both looked down at the large brown bearskin lying in front of us, soft and inviting but with a wildness to it at the same time. 

I knelt on the rug and looked at him, expectantly. Neil slipped off the couch and knelt opposite me. We kissed again, letting our hands wander freely. I pushed mine up under his sweater, feeling his long, lean, defined muscles. He was not gym fit, but active fit. He played basketball and various other sports and as a result his arms and chest were very tight, as well as his legs and ass. His skin was soft under my hands, since he was not a hairy man. I swept my hands gently down to his stomach, where a trail of hair started, leading into his jeans.

I broke off kissing him long enough to strip his sweater over his head, and then continued feeling his soft skin with the hard muscle underneath. He had been tangling his fists in my hair, but when I stripped him of his sweater he took the opportunity to do the same for me. He looked appreciatively at my 40DD breasts and lacy bra. He brought his hands up to cup my breasts commenting that at last he had found someone large enough to fill his large hands.

I looked down and, sure enough, my breasts filled his large hands. He used the break from kissing to start kissing and nibbling my neck. He also massaged my nipples at the same time, sending thrills down my spine and into my belly. I tilted my head to give him better access to my neck and began fumbling at the button to his jeans. I got it open and, unzipping him, yanked his pants and briefs down to his knees. 

At this point I wrapped my right hand around his hard shaft and leaned in close to him. I was enjoying very much the attention he was paying my neck and my breasts, and could tell he liked the attention I was giving to his cock. My nipples pulled free of the lace of my bra and finally he reached around behind me to unsnap the clasp, letting my breasts fall free. He then kissed his way to one nipple, then the other, sucking on my nipples alternately while he teased the other with his fingers. With his other hand he began to caress me between my legs. My panties and jeans were already damp, and as he rubbed they grew even wetter.

As I slowly stroked his cock, Neil unfastened my jeans and pushed them down to my knees. He pushed those long fingers under my moist panties and put two of them in my steaming hot cunt, while his thumb searched for and found my clit, much as he had done for his cheerleader friend years ago at my urging. I had never realized just how long those fingers were until that moment. This man had some reach. His thumb brushed my clit as he moved his fingers, fucking me with two, then slipping in a third.

"Wow, you got good at that!" I gasped, beginning to ride his fingers to orgasm.

He looked up at me and smiled. "Well I had to. The cheerleaders passed me around like a pet through 4 years of high school, and I had to do something while my dick recovered. Teenage girls can be insatiable!"

"You ain't seen insatiable yet, babe."

I threw my head back and moaned as he threw in a stirring motion that stimulated me incredibly. His thumb began moving quicker and quicker until it was flying over my clit, and he began sucking on my tits more strongly. I let go with an orgasm that left me too wobbly to even kneel on my own. Neil slowed his fingers and took his thumb off my clit so that I could recover. As I clung to him he gently guided me until I was lying down facing him. Quickly stripping off our clothing, I pushed him over onto his back.




Winter Wonderland



"What are you doing?" Neil cocked an eyebrow.

"I want you in my mouth."

He didn't have to say anything. His cock jumped in anticipation. I looked up at him and met his eyes as I licked up the underside of his cock. Then I licked around the head, giving it special attention before thrusting my tongue into the slit at the top. I could taste the pre-cum and smell his musk, and it was fantastic. I pursed my lips and drove them over his cock, keeping them tight to increase the sensation. He hit the back of my mouth and I worked him into my throat, taking him all the way in. I played with his balls as I began a nice, leisurely blow job. I sucked and licked, but the whole time I was getting hotter and hotter and my pussy was feeling emptier and emptier.

"Oh, God, Renee, this is so hot, but I want you, I want inside you." 

He gently lifted my head off of his crotch and leaned back as I sat on his cock. He stayed on his elbows so he could watch our bodies as they worked together. I leaned back too, grabbing his ankles, and we began to move together. The friction is incredible in that position; the guy's cock rubs the front of your cunt and it's just so intense.

Within a few strokes I was coming again. This time it was a deeper orgasm. I felt it all over my body. Neil reached up with one hand and started rubbing my clit. I told him that he did not need to, that I would be cumming again momentarily anyway, but he just gave me a wicked grin and kept up what he was doing. Sure enough, I came two times in quick succession very shortly after. 

We then switched to a modified doggy style; me on my elbows with my ass in the air, and he pounded me from behind with vigor. By this time, I was shouting at him, crying out obscenities that don't usually find their way into my mouth, but when I am being fucked I tend to have a dirty mouth. 

Neil's strong strokes were slamming into my ass, and the wet slapping was the only thing you could hear, aside from the occasional crackling of the fire. Neil started spanking me, and I came again.

Suddenly I looked up, and there, standing in the shadowed doorway was John. I gasped, and he held a finger to his lips to suggest I should not give up the game. I smiled back at him, then immediately orgasmed again while looking him in the eye.

I couldn't believe Neil had lasted as long as he had. We were both dripping with sweat by now and he was showing no sign of being ready to come. Was he thinking of baseball?

I rearranged the position again, this time to the traditional woman superior one and began talking to him softly as I pumped him harder and harder, talking about how sexy he was, how incredible his staying power... When I got to the part where I told him that I wanted to feel his hot cum spurting inside me, he lost it. He came, hard, spewing his seed inside me. He triggered one final orgasm and I collapsed on his chest.

"Wow, if I had known you were that good, I would have made a move on you years ago," Neil held me close and kissed me.

"It was nice, wasn't it? I will have to thank John for suggesting it." I smiled, thinking about how turned on he would be after watching this show.

"Renee, um..." Neil stammered, trying to figure out how to put whatever he had to say. When I told him to spit it out, he finished, "John saw us."

John stepped from the doorway where he had been leaning. "I guess the secret is out. Here I thought I was so discrete, but both of you saw me. I guess I need to work on my hiding skills."

Neil looked at me in disbelief. "You knew? And you didn't say anything?" He looked as if I had betrayed him.

"Neil, apparently you saw him, too, and you did nothing to stop him from watching, nor did you warn me that my boyfriend was watching. I think we are equally culpable here. And I think we found out that you like an audience."

He paused, thinking it over for a moment, and then nodded reluctantly.

"So do I. Look, it's John's turn for some fun, assuming that he will go get me a glass of water," John headed off for the kitchen. "Do you like to watch as much as you like being watched?"

Neil's eyes widened as he thought about what I was asking him. John returned with my water and I drank deeply as Neil stood and put his pants on.

"So what is it to be?" asked John. You can stay and watch from a chair instead of the door, if you would like, but if you are leaving, you had better do it quick. You two totally got me turned on, and I am going to have this girl pretty soon."

Neil sat in a chair that was close enough for him to see what was going on, but far enough away that he would feel out of the action.

John grabbed my water glass from me and placed it on an end table, then kissed me passionately. I felt his scratchy wool sweater abrading my skin and reveled in the feeling for a moment. He caressed my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingertips as they peaked. I slid my hands beneath his sweater and turtleneck to his bare skin. John was quite a bit hairier than Neil, with more muscle as well. He was a personal trainer at a gym to help pay for college, and though his build was tall and thin like Neil's he had packed a considerable amount of muscle on his body. I ran my fingers over his six-pack abs and well defined waist around to his back which was like satin over steel. I gently raked my fingernails down his back, then pushed his sweater and shirt over his head and off, bending my head to his nipples to bite and suck on the sensitive tips.

John arched his back as I unfastened his jeans and extricated his already hard member. It took both of my hands to give him a proper hand job. I ran my fingers up and down his hard shaft, fluttering them up around the head and down to fondle his testicles. I knew that this particular technique made it feel like I had four hands, and it was intended to drive John (and Neil) particularly crazy.

Suddenly, John took control of the situation. He picked me up and laid me on the rug so that Neil would have a perfect view of my pussy, and he positioned himself so his face was inches away from my cunt, which was still leaking sperm from Neil's ministrations.

"I'm going to lick her dry, then I'm going to lick her all wet again," he addressed Neil.

Neil had both hands on the arms of his chair, but there was a definite bulge in his jeans.

"Honey, go ahead, I whispered. Touch yourself. You don't want to end up with blue balls, do you?" The end of my sentence came out as a yelp as John stuck his face in my pussy and started eating away. God it felt so good.

Neil began to rub himself through his pants. I smiled my approval, then turned my attention to John.

"You know you will never get me dry. It will just never happen. For every little bit you suck out I just make more."

He mumbled something that sounded like "giving it the old college try," and kept his mouth at my pussy. It was incredible. He rimmed my ass, and then fucked my pussy with his tongue. His five o'clock shadow abraded my clit, sending electric pulses through my body. I was awash in sensation, not the least of which was being watched by my best friend who had just dumped the sperm in me that my lover was trying to remove with his tongue.

Wow. John got up off of his knees and entered me without hesitation. He thrust deep into me, working his cock deep into my sopping wet pussy, then began to thrust deeper and deeper until I was taking him balls deep with every thrust. He threw my legs over his shoulders and pounded away, twisting at my nipples. I was crying out with ecstasy at every stroke, squeezing his cock with repeated orgasms.

I glanced over at Neil and was caught by the erotic sight of his hand stroking his cock, now freed from his pants. He stroked it almost violently, and in time to the pounding I was receiving from John. It was red and looked like it was very happy. I met his eyes and smiled, holding on for dear life as another orgasm washed over me, the feelings of pleasure reaching from head to toe. 

John felt the out of control spasms on his cock and noticed where I was looking. He looked at Neil asking if he wished he was the one with his dick in my cunt. Neil just nodded and continued to jerk off.

John pulled his wet cock out of my pussy and lay down on the floor. "Renee, if you want your ass fucked, you had better get it over here, and fast!"

I quickly mounted him and he guided his moist member to my anal opening. I slowly sat down, relaxing my sphincter as I did to take him in. When I had him inside me, we paused for a moment.

"Neil, this is your chance. If you want to fuck this gorgeous girl again tonight, you are going to have to do it now, because by the time I am finished she won't have any energy left."

"Get over here, boy," I added my encouragement to John's.

Neil did not need to be asked twice. He was up and shedding his jeans before I finished speaking. He piled on the "me" sandwich and slammed his cock into my pussy.

John and I had started moving a little bit, but now, with Neil thrusting away at me, I was really moving up and down on John's cock as well. I could feel the two cocks in me, separated only by a thin membrane, and it was so good I came immediately. Both men groaned as my muscles contracted, making me SO tight around them. Neil began to thrust faster and faster, churning the cum in my pussy to foam. I came again, which triggered Neil to orgasm, giving some short thrusts as he unloaded in my wet pussy. He pulled out and collapsed at the side of us, breathing hard and covered in sweat. I sat up on John's cock, allowing him to see himself as he penetrated me. 

I supported myself on his chest and he grabbed my waist to set the pace, and we were quickly moving at a very fast pace, with me almost coming off the head of his cock at every stroke. I was slamming into his pelvic bone at every down stroke. I was being fucked hard, like I like it. I was cumming frequently. Finally John had reached his peak and he held me still while he thrust into me violently, shooting his sperm into my ass. When he finally let go, I literally collapsed in a boneless heap of pleasured woman between the two men.

"Thank you for joining us," I gently caressed Neil's chest as I whispered in his ear.

"Oh, my God. If I had known what I was missing out on I would have done this sooner."

"If you had done this sooner we wouldn't have gotten to pluck your cherry," John contributed.

"Yeah, well, I guess all my homophobia was uncalled for. I thought an MMF would be more like an FFM, you know, where the girls keep each other happy..."

"You didn't ever realize that a woman has enough to keep more than one man happy? You never considered what happened in a gang bang? Oh, Neil, you have lived a sheltered life. Which is surprising, considering you are my friend," I replied.

"I guess I just never thought about it. Now that I have... COOL. That's where you go at your parties. Boy, I am really stupid."

We all laughed at that comment.

We spent the rest of that night in front of the fire in the Great Room. We pulled a blanket over ourselves as the fire died down, and there was a little bit of fondling beneath the covers, but we were all too tired to act on it.

We spent the rest of the weekend pretty much as planned. We skied and rode snowmobiles, but mostly we had sex in different positions, with the guys taking turns filling each of my holes, and by the time we returned home on Monday night I can honestly say that we were satiated.

After that, Neil frequently joined in my parties as an active participant, and he never again had a girlfriend who saw me as a threat. In fact, I fucked them all.

John was great, too. We were together for over a year, until he graduated and left for law school. I still occasionally hear from him. He is a successful attorney in New York, and he and his wife enjoy many swingers parties. He still likes to watch and be watched, though.