0 comments/ 18305 views/ 1 favorites Snowbound By: mascaife Outside, the soft hiss of falling snow is the only sound. Shadows cast from the cabin windows dance in sprightly cadence to the rhythm of light from a crackling fireplace. Within the protective walls, the sizzling logs warm the room and surround the two of us with cozy cheer. Nestled deep in my arms, your head cradled between my neck and shoulder, we share a warmth not generated by the burning wood, but by the mutual awareness of each other. Holding you closely, tenderly, I am content in the simple pleasure of your touch. The soft scent of your perfume tantalizes me, as I let my lips brush lightly over your hair. I feel the gentle pressure of your breasts against me as you breathe, and the muffled beat of your heart binds my life to the life within you. The soft rhythm of your sleepy breathing seems totally out of character with that of the gasping, breathless, passionate woman I held only a short time ago. My thoughts drift pleasantly back over the hours we have been here, and I find myself once again becoming aroused. Soon you will awaken and this time will be gentle and loving, soft and slow in contrast to the fury with which we took each other last... When I suggested we take a drive up through the mountains, I really just wanted to get out of the city and away from people. The crisp, fresh air and stark beauty of snow capped peaks always clears my mind and leaves me feeling vibrantly alive. Having an attractive female in close proximity enhanced the effect. Maybe if I had not been so high on life, I would have seen the first hint of the rock slide and we would not be stranded now. Maybe someone would have come along soon, and we could have gotten a ride back into town ahead of the storm. Maybe a lot of things would or would not have happened, but I am not one to sit and hope for rescue on a back road with the winter wind smelling of snow and night only a couple of hours away. You didn't argue my decision at all. I've lived out here too long not to know how slight the odds were if we bet on getting help before the snow began. We probably wouldn't make the 10 miles back into town either, but at least we might be far enough down the mountain to avoid the worst of the storm. Watching the shift and sway of your body as you moved downhill had made me acutely aware of a ripeness which could not be disguised by the heavy clothes. In fact, I was having trouble suppressing visions of making love under the open starlight, when the storm issued it's first announcement. A brief flurry of heavy flakes swirled around us as the wind sighed through the needled treetops. Somehow you spotted the vague silhouette of this place against the darkening grey of the sky and without hesitation started out across the hillside. I held little hope it would be much more than a shack, but at least it offered some protection from the snow and wind. When I reached the small porch, you had opened the door and were peering into the gloomy interior. The dimming twilight gave only a hint of the twinkle in your eyes, but the mischievous smile of your mouth teased me unmercifully. Hanging on a nail just inside the door was a kerosene lantern. In a few seconds, the flickering flame was causing shadows to grow and shrink as we entered the single room of the structure. With the door shut, the sound of the wind was barely detectable, the log walls furnishing a natural insulation. A stone fireplace formed an entire end of the cabin, and was flanked by a rack full of firewood. A small sign tacked on the wood announced this was the property of "Jim Bridger" and further declared, "If you are here to destroy, there is nothing I can do to stop you. If you seek shelter, be welcome. You will find food enough for 3 days if necessary. Please replace what you use." At the other end of the room stood a cabinet topped by a porcelain sink and pump head. A battered sofa, single chair, and small wooden table made up the rest of the furnishings. No doubt our accommodations would be termed "rustic" in the kindest of descriptions, but I didn't hear any complaints. Leaving you to investigate the pantry contents, I located a tinderbox and within minutes, the heat from the fire was penetrating layers of chilled clothes. When you handed me a small glass filled with brandy from the "supplies" I truly did not know what to say. As I raised the glass your eyes caught mine, and I spent an eternal instant falling into the wide pupils facing me. Your eyelids seemed suddenly heavy as the blood roared in my ears and the world spun. I wanted you with every fragment of my being at that very moment. Before you tore your eyes away, I saw the need rise equally hot within you, startling and frightening in urgency. As you began to turn away in embarrassment, I took both glasses and placed them on the table. Reaching out to touch your shoulder, I felt the slight shudder as you turned into my arms. Half closed eyes met mine again as you tilted up to meet my lips, and the universe contracted until nothing was left but the fullness of your mouth crushed hungrily against mine. The eagerness of your kiss intensified as I pulled the full length of your body against mine. I could feel the heat of your breasts and belly through our clothes, your nipples hardening into points against my chest as my arms locked you tightly to me. As your breathing quickened, the pounding of your heart approached that of mine. Reaching between us, I cupped your left breast in my hand, feeling your sigh more than hearing it as you turned to press it more firmly into me. Running my thumb lightly around the areole, I could feel the nipple straining against the fabric of brassiere and shirt. Cloth covered flesh filled and overflowed my palm as I gently kneaded this wondrously receptive delight. Moving slowly, I located the top of your shirt, and began working downward, freeing each button in turn. Though still lost in the sensation of your wanton kiss, and working to bare your flesh to my touch, I could not fail to feel the heat of your loins as you ground against me. At any moment, I expected to burst through the flimsy denim of our jeans and bury myself deeply within you. With no awareness of the passage of time or events, I found myself pressed firmly against your bare torso. The thrust of your breasts, now fully erect and crushed tightly against me, sent waves of desire, weakening my knees. I felt you begin to sag, and as we sank onto the, my hand began to caress the soft skin of your belly, moving lightly over the top of your jeans and down a seam darkened by moisture. From deep in your throat, I felt the moan rise as your hips thrust upward. Kneeling on the floor beside you, I began moving my swollen lips down your neck, savoring the soft skin behind your ears. I could have spent hours sampling the silkiness of you, but the urgency with which you were guiding my efforts bespoke more immediate needs. The pressure of your hands moved my head downward across first one breast then the other. I let my tongue circle the nipple on one while rolling the other lightly between thumb and forefinger. Coated with warm moisture, the slippery flesh seemed to grow even more taut. Removing my lips slightly, I blew gently on the tip, alternating between moist heat and cool breeze, then taking as much of the flesh into my mouth as possible. Your shivering response told me everything I needed to know. Continuing my slow downward trek, I licked lightly across your navel. Peach fuzz tickled my lips and I could feel the underlying muscles tighten down your belly. With my right hand, I had worked the button on the waistband loose, and now began sliding the zipper down slowly, gently following the widening flap with my tongue. The wetness was complete now, the scent of your arousal full in my nostrils as I neared the end of my sensual odyssey. Teasingly, I reversed direction, feeling you squirm to maneuver the center of your heat under my touch. As I continued to trace the edges of the V formed by the open fly, I felt your hands gently working at the buckle of my belt. In moments, the touch of your warm hand enveloped the length of my maleness, and I found myself losing control. Quickly turning my attention back to you, I began sliding the jeans off your hips as you raised up to accommodate me. Separated only by a thin, lacy layer of soaked silk, I could not resist the squirming warmth before me. As I lowered my mouth to bestow the ultimate kiss, I felt you doing the same to me. The warmth of your lips and tongue sent me to the very edge of control, as I slid deeply into your demanding mouth. I moved my tongue along the sopping crease of your panties and could feel your concentration on me diminish slightly. Spreading your legs wider, I began to alternate my attention, moving up the inside of one thigh, back down to the middle, teasing with a quick nibble on the center of your passion, then away and up the other side. Within minutes, you were squirming to keep my mouth in the most sensitive areas, clamping your thighs tightly around my head and grinding the wetness into my face. The only way I could maintain control was to keep you so engrossed in pleasure that you could do little more than hold on to me. I felt the grip of your hands as you encouraged me, and the knowledge that you were totally helpless under my touch left me with a heady feeling of power. I quickly slid the remaining barrier over your hips, off your legs, and parting those lovely thighs once more, pushed my tongue as deeply into you as it would reach. Withdrawing, I kissed lightly along your passion swollen lower lips. Tracing each in turn, I ended with my lips surrounding the bud of your passion. My tongue spun and twisted around it. My teeth gently surrounded it as your hips slipped into a rocking, thrusting rhythm of their own. My hands had been tracing the arc of you from lower spine to thighs, but now I moved them more downward, to pull your hips up in tight embrace as I kissed you deeper and faster. I felt the tremors starting deep in your belly. Your thighs gripped the sides of my head and neck with tremendous strength. I felt my lips, as swollen, soft, and wet as those I was kissing, gripped by the suction of your peaking passion. Wave after wave swept over you, each more delightful than the previous. For long minutes I took my pleasure in lifting you higher and higher until I knew it was time to join you in the ultimate journey. I managed to extricate myself from your grip and carefully roll you gently onto your knees leaning over the sofa. Though the floor of the cabin was of wood, the fireplace rug provided a soft cushion upon which we knelt. Like a cat in heat, you arched your back, presenting me with full and absolute access to the wonders of your tender body. No guidance was necessary, and with my hands on your waist, pulling against the flare of your luscious hips, I slowly and steadily entered your warm, tight, wetness. As I slid deeply into you, I moved my hands upwards, leaning you back so that we were in contact from loin and buttock to chest and shoulders. While one hand caressed your breasts, I moved the other down the soft curve of your belly, until my fingers touched the focus of our union. Kissing the back of your neck and shoulders, feeling your hair brush lightly against my cheek, while buried deeply inside, I was totally engrossed in pleasure. The light touch of your fingers increased the sensations now coursing through my body. As I felt your fingers touching both of us, I moved my hands again to the flare of your hips. Thrusting forward and upward, down and back, I felt the tightness of you increasing. With each stroke, I pulled back until we barely remained united, then slid slowly and fully into the moist and hungry warmth. I never knew when our movements became involuntary. When you again leaned forward, spreading your knees further apart and arching your hips sharply upward, I found myself driving into you with a ferocity which sent tremors along both of our bodies. At the same time, I could feel you pushing back to meet me with the same mindless rhythm. The blood roared in my ears, I drove deeply into you and held tightly to your squirming hips as the first wave hit. It began in my toes and rolled rapidly over me, my thighs, hips, and stomach muscles tightened into impossible rigidity as my entire body gave vent to passionate release. I felt as if I had grown by half again in length, and sought to bury myself even further into the now grasping, milking depths of you. Shuddering with every spasm, the world blackening before my eyes, I felt you grinding and writhing in your own final release as I spent myself deeply within you. Seconds seemed an eternity as we shared "the little death". Two hearts which only moments ago seemed near bursting now slowed their pounding as the adrenaline levels in our blood decreased. Still gripped tightly within you, I leaned forward to once again surround you in my arms, caressing and kissing you as the final shivers of your pleasure faded into gentle contentment. Once again the crackling of the fire was the only sound to be heard in the room, as we lay entwined in each others arms... Snowbound It started out as a great weekend. It was early November, deer season had just opened last week and Carl and Dave were really excited about the three days camping out in the woods, hunting whitetail. Lifelong friends, they'd taken these long weekends to go hunting since they were eighteen. Back then, "camping" really meant a tent and campfire, but now they had a cabin in the woods of Pierce County, with a fireplace, propane burner, table and chairs and several beds. Now that they were married, had kids and wore neckties from nine-to-five on weekdays, these hunting trips were all too infrequent. They came to the woods in the summer with the wives and kids sharing the cabin for swimming, fishing and burning marshmallows on campfires outside, but the early winter hunting trips were a tradition for Dave and Carl alone. It was a clear brisk evening when they got to the cabin. There was plenty of wood laid in and they unloaded the car, adding to the canned stews and vegetables that they kept stored in the cabin. They hoped to be eating venison soon. Carl called his wife, Linda, on his cell phone and let her know that they had arrived OK. She, of course would call Dave's wife, Cathy. Dave started a fire. There's something about watching wood burn that lets you know you're really away from civilization. It was soon time to light the kerosene lamp, heat some cans of stew on the burner and talk about the good times spent here in the wild. Both men turned in early, planning to get a deer at daybreak. They awoke to a beautiful scene in the morning. The entire landscape was white with newly fallen snow and large flakes were still coming down. The guys lit the burner, got down some instant coffee while getting dressed, took their rifles and headed into the woods. With the skill of a lifetime of hunting, they were soon dragging a whitetail deer back to the cabin. They dressed it and cut it up to cool in the shed and talked of getting another one before the weekend was up. That night they had venison for supper, and talked of the good times they had together growing up and while in college. Both of their wives would have been livid to learn of the personal things Dave and Carl shared about them. Both would tell the other the most detailed account of their sex lives so that each man was as familiar with the other's wife as his own. The next morning the cabin was unusually dark when the guys got up. Carl's cell phone was beeping at about the time that Dave noticed the windows were covered in snow. Linda said there was an early snowstorm, expected to drop three feet in the next day. About that time Dave opened the door and a four-foot drift fell over his legs. Not only was there going to be no hunting today, but Carl and Dave realized that they were stuck here for a while. Carl assured his wife that they would be fine, there was plenty of wood, a large deer in the shed and they would sit out the storm until someone could plow up to get them. He told her to call his boss, because they realized it might be a week or more before they could get out of the woods. The men settled down to their routine, which was mostly cooking and keeping the fire going. They had cleared the snow away from the windows and door, and made paths to outside areas where they could relieve themselves. Both had planned on enduring the three days without bathing, but by the fourth day they were wondering how long they could endure being funky. Usually at the end of these weekend campouts, they took nice long baths as soon as they got home (at their wives insistence). At first there were the mutual "Ewwws" when they removed their boots at night, but both men noticed that they had gotten used to their bodily odors and although they could still smell each other in these close quarters, it wasn't as sharp anymore. Also, this one room cabin didn't offer any privacy for relieving sexual tensions, and there was now no way to get alone out in the woods, even if you could enjoy stroking it in freezing air. But, Dave and Carl had shared a room in college, so hearing your roommate's bed shaking in the dark with heavy breathing was nothing new to them. After the fourth day of trying to masturbate secretly in the small cabin, Carl mischievously broke the silence of the dark. "Dave, I'm bored with Linda. Is it OK if I think of Cathy while I beat off?" "Sure Carl," Dave replied, "Just send Linda over to my head." Carl thought a while and said, "You know, Cathy gives better head than Linda." "Yeah," said Dave, "but she doesn't rim my ass like Linda does." A moment of silence later, Carl said, "You ever had someone lick your asshole for real?" "No, Cathy won't do it," Dave said, "but I did it to her once when I was eating her pussy. Got really turned on, stuck my nose in her pussy and ran my tongue around her butt hole. Tasted a little salty is all. She really got off on it." "I never did it with Linda," Carl said, "and she really doesn't like sucking my dick that much, so you know she wouldn't tongue my asshole." "Well, you do know that you have to wash your dick and ass now and then." Dave laughed. Both men remained silent in the dark, each consumed with their personal lusty visions, while rhythmically bringing themselves to orgasm, and trying to contain their breathing as much as possible while also being aware of the other's movements and heightened breathing. The next morning, while having hot coffee from the burner and stoking the fire anew, the guys started talking about their activities in the dark last night. Carl said, "You know I could hear you beating off last night in the dark." Dave shot back " Are you sure it wasn't your echo?" Carl said, "Remember in eighth grade, when we learned how to jack-off? We actually sat there in front of each other beating our meat and thought nothing of it" "Yeah, we even had shoot-off contests," said Dave, " and I think I won at two-and-a-half feet." "So, here we are," said Carl, "stuck in this one room cabin trying to sneak beat-off sessions in the dark that we both know we're doing, as if we hadn't done it in front of each other before." Dave was thinking back to those days of first discovery, two 12-year-old boys feeling sensations in their groin for the first time. He was aware that this conversation had caused him to get mildly hard. Almost as a dare to Carl's comments, Dave unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. "What - you're going to beat it again after last night? Carl said. "Why not," said Dave, "you got any better plans for today?" Dave slowly stroked a finger on the underside of his glans, making his dick fill to its seven inches. Carl sat in front of him and watched, his own cock steadily growing. Realizing that Dave was not going to stop playing around, he soon pulled his cock out of his pants and both men slowly stroked themselves in front of the fire and each other. Instead of trying to play like they were secretly doing it, both men were now open about jacking off. However, the new secret was that they were both turned on by watching their best friend stroking his dick, and the tempo increased as both men shot streams of cum into the air. Toilet paper in hand, both guys were blotting the viscous fluid that kept leaking from their wilted dicks. "You sure didn't get close to two feet that time," Carl said, as he wiped cum from his boots and pants and threw the paper into the fire. Dave just grinned with his eyes closed, thoroughly blissed by the intense orgasm. As the days of relative boredom passed the guys talked, made the daily phone call to their wives to report on their condition, did their daily chores of making short trips into the snow to retrieve frozen deer meat, melt water, and attend to their bodily needs, both outside the cabin and in. They would tell each other of sexual exploits with their wives and with women their wives never knew about. Neither man had been sexually intimate with another person since marrying, but both were quite experienced with several women before that. As they told of their various successful moments of bringing women to screaming orgasm, their dicks would invariably stiffen in their denims, visible to the other as a gauge of how tantalizing his tale had been. One or the other would finally start rubbing the bulge in his pants as a signal that the story telling would soon take an intermission. Having gotten over their modesty, they would now sit, side-by-side facing the fire stroking themselves together. Today, however, was different. The sexual tension was particularly high after Carl told of how he once got so turned on by Linda who got really aggressive with him at a drive-in before they were married. She rubbed her hands under his shirt and started playing with his nipples, while she rubbed his bulge through his pants. After she released his stiff dick from its confines, she stroked softly, smearing the pre-cum over his shaft. All this time his hands were under her bra, breast in hand with the other hand in the warm, soft, hairy confines between her legs. He said he had two fingers inside her and his thumb rubbing her clit, when she got so excited that she went down on his wet dick and started sucking. Carl said he couldn't help himself and shot off right in her mouth. She didn't like that very much and had been reluctant to suck him off since. "I guess having slimy cum in your mouth could be a turn off," Carl said, "Did you ever shoot off in Cathy's mouth?" "No," said Dave, "She always made me promise to pull out before that happened. She got squirted in the face a lot, but that never seemed to bother her. She just didn't like the idea of having it in her mouth." With the thought of cum spurting all over Cathy's face and two fingers sliding into Linda's warm wet snatch, both men released their straining dicks and started smearing the ample pre-cum over their heads and shafts. Just before the stroking got too intense, Carl said, "Dave, you ever feel another man's dick?" Dave looked a little surprised, but surprisingly intrigued, said, "No, have you?" "No, but I've sometimes wondered if it would feel much different than my own," said Carl, "you know, like we're all pretty much the same, but different shapes and dimensions." "You want to feel mine?" Dave said. Carl reached over to Dave's straining member and grasped it firmly, giving a little test squeeze. Dave, having free hands, likewise explored his friend's hard dick. Both men were surprised at how much more exciting it was having their dick held by someone else, even another man, and they were soon stroking each other with some passion. Carl, at one point, even took his other hand and fondled Dave's balls while stroking him and both men gasped as their bodies tensed with orgasm. When their sexual frenzy had ended and they both sat there, holding their friend's wilting dick, aware of another man's cum on their hand, they felt a bonding - some kind of blood closeness like brothers. This newfound closeness recurred over the next couple of days, and the guys would get a good blaze going so they could remove their pants and socks and open their flannel shirts for more intimacy. They got into playing with their buddy's dick and cradling his balls while stroking him. Each would sit there, eyes usually shut, rubbing his own chest and nipples under a T-shirt while the other's hand was on his dick. Dave was lost in one of those pleasant sensual moments when he noticed how warm and moist Carl's hand felt on his dick. He opened his eyes and noticed the back of Carl's head in his crotch. Dave put his hand on the back of Carl's head and ran his fingers through the oily hair as Carl sucked his dick. Carl seemed to really be getting into it, holding Dave's dick at the base with one hand and gently rubbing his balls with the other. It was every bit as good as when Cathy did it. Dave felt himself about to come, and warned Carl but he kept going, bobbing his head up and down the engorged shaft of Dave's dick until he erupted into Carl's mouth. When Dave recovered from his orgasm, he told Carl, "Sorry, man, I told you I was going to shoot off." "That's OK," Carl said. "I actually wanted to know how bad it could be having someone cum in your mouth. Linda's a bitch for giving me such grief. It just slipped down my throat and didn't even taste bad." "Well, glad you liked it," said Dave. "Feel free anytime." "That's OK, Cathy can give you free blowjobs," said Carl. "Just wanted to know what it felt like. Pisses me off that I can't tell Linda that I know she's full of shit. It would be hard to explain." Having explored this new level of intimacy, the guys started looking forward to those erotic moments of storytelling by the fireplace. In fact some of the stories moved away from their exploits with women, and got more into exploring their relationship. They talked about how much better it was having sex with another person than just whacking off alone. They even explored how they could play around with each other sexually, just for the physical pleasure of it and still not be faggots. It was like straight prisoners or sailors on long sailings with no one but guys around. It all seemed so natural for these two lifelong buddies who have shared so much. Neither of them mentioned how they were starting to enjoy the other man's body. Carl could not admit openly how, after taking Dave into his mouth, the now-strong crotch odor was somehow exciting and that even the smegma that he smelled as his face approached Dave's engorged penis was also a turn-on, a sort of total sharing of an intimate part of his body. It had been nearly two weeks when Carl's phone rang with the good news. Linda said that the Transportation Department had now cleared all the secondary roads and she informed them of the guys' location. They said they would be able to plow a path up that road by tomorrow. The guys laughed about how grungy they were after not bathing for two weeks and how their stubble had turned into real beards. There was some joking about them having to be disinfected and hosed down in the yard before being allowed in the house. But the guys were quite excited about being liberated from their snowbound cabin and their wives were anticipating their return in a couple of days. After the call, Carl and Dave were more reflective about getting back to normal. Should they ever divulge to their wives what went on up here the past two weeks? They agreed that it would forever be another of their shared secrets. That evening, after much talk about what they would be doing with their wives when they got home, the guys had their usual stiff bulges showing in their jeans. Carl stoked the fire up to warm the cabin and they removed their boots and pants and unbuttoned their shirts as usual. Sitting beside each other in front of the fire, they both took the other's hard member in hand as they had enjoyed doing these past few days. However, Carl expanded on this perfunctory touching and ran his hand up Dave's chest under his T-shirt. Carl grew even more excited by this new exploration of his buddy's body, feeling the coarse hair slide across his palm and his fingers touch the stiffened dot of Dave's nipple. Dave was a little surprised at this new intimacy but did not object. He too had thought of getting more physical in these nightly masturbation sessions. "Why don't we get undressed this time" Carl said. "It's warm enough in here." Dave didn't say anything as Carl took off his flannel shirt then pulled his T-shirt over his head, releasing more armpit odor than had been wafting out before. Both men, now totally naked, faced each other, hard dicks pointing out, waiting to be touched. Carl put his hand on Dave's chest, continuing his exploration, and teasing the hardened small nipples between thumbs and forefingers just as Linda so liked him to do. Dave stroked Carl's bare shoulders, then ran his hands down his sides to where they were resting on his hips. It happened so fast that neither man realized that they were the ones doing it when their chests and abdomens came together, dicks pushed between them as they held each other close. Both were aware of the feel of the other man's naked body now pressed to his own, to the feel of their close friends hard cock pushing against his belly. Carl had his arms around Dave's neck and Dave had both his hands on Carl's butt, fingers stroking inside the cleavage. Neither man wanted to think about the implications of this newly unfolding intimacy. Both knew that it felt exciting and compelling as they shared the warmth of their bodies in the cool air of the cabin. Intuitively they both moved to the nearest bunk, and still embracing, crawled under a comforter and lay on their sides close to each other. They each had a hand in the other's crotch, fondling balls and hard dripping cocks, while their other hand caressed chests and arms. The air under the comforter warmed with the excitement of the two men and it was a thick mixture of sharp foot odor, sweet yeasty crotch smells, intermixed with the chicken soup odor of their armpits. The smells were blended so each man knew them as his own, and yet shared, much like the dick he was holding in his hand. The cramped single bunk was barely big enough for the two men to lie side-by-side. Carl shifted onto his back and pulled at Dave to lie on top of him. The feel of Carl's body under him was both familiar and strange to Dave. It felt like the many times he had Cathy in this position except for the flat chest with coarse hair, the hairy legs rubbing against his own and the hard dick that was lying beside his between their two abdomens. Still, it felt good. It felt exciting rubbing naked skin with another person and to hold him close as he slid back and forth, smearing pre-cum on their abs. Carl had his arms on Dave's shoulders. Linda would often lay on top of him when they were having sex, so the feel of someone's weight on him was not unknown. Dave, however, was quite a bit heavier than Linda, and his chest was not so soft. But it felt good to hold another person and Carl wrapped his arms around Dave's back and held him close. Dave started thrusting, rubbing his slippery dick between their abdomens. Carl would meet the thrusts with his own upward push with his hips, the underside of his dick pressing against Dave. Both men's excitement grew, as the thrusting tempo increased and they found themselves sweating under the comforter. Dave threw it aside, and the cool air of the cabin was refreshing as they pushed with great intensity, their cocks almost hurting with intense pleasure. Carl surprised Dave when he pressed his mouth against his and Dave was so impassioned that he opened and let Carl's tongue dart inside. Both men were consumed by the moment and knew they were expressing love along with the sex as the thrusting and deep kissing continued. Soon the pushing became a frenzy of short thrusts as both men filled the space between their abs with cum and they collapsed sweating and breathless. The cool air, which went unnoticed when they were in the heat of passion, was now getting uncomfortable on their still damp skin. Carl grabbed one of their socks off the floor nearby and wiped the cum off their abs as Dave pulled the comforter back over them. Warm and blissed out, both men soon fell asleep, embraced in each other's arms. Carl and Dave awoke to the sound of a snowplow coming up the drive. They quickly got dressed, (Carl got one very stiff, smelly sock), and went out to meet the road crew. They loaded the car, closed up the cabin and headed back to their normal lives with their wives. Each vowed to never disclose their little secret activity of the past two weeks. However, each of them knew they would never forget how close they had become, and they both suspected that they would again enjoy the feel of their best buddy. Snowbound I was exhausted. The afternoon snowstorm blanketed the city and I wanted to get the sidewalk and driveway shoveled before any of our litigious neighbors could complain. After two hours of work, I was done. I am covered in sweat. My tee-shirt is plastered to my body; my sweatshirt has crescent-moon water stains on the front and a triangular stain on the collar in the back. With heavy steps I lumber up the stairs and begin to take my clothes off. First the stadium parka, with snow flakes melting into water droplets. I sit on the bed and unlace my work boots. I decide to save the boots for last because it hurts to bend over. I pull off my sweatshirt and suddenly you’re standing in the doorway. “I didn’t hear you come in. Let me help you with that,” you walk toward me and stand between my legs. “Thanks, sweetie. I am so tired. That snow kicked my butt,” I use my best self-pitying whine in hopes of getting some extra attention from you. You reach down and pull up my shirt, peeling it off my now-chilled body. You bunch the shirt and bring it to your face, inhaling my scent before laying it aside. I’m not wearing a bra. A sheen of perspiration covers my shoulders, breasts and stomach. You lean down and kiss me. You lean further into me and lay me back on the bed. Your warm, clothed body takes the chill away. You kiss me again and I wrap my arms around you. Little kisses—lip-licking. You lick the corners of my mouth. I know you taste the salt and I don’t want you to stop. “Mmmm, I bet you’re salty all over,” you purr into my ear. Your words make me chuckle but I say nothing. You lick my neck in short strokes and then several long ones from my collarbone to my ear. “Oh, Katherine, that feels so good. Don’t stop.” My body is no longer cold. You continue licking: my neck, my ears and then my shoulders. You suck and lick my chest and run your tongue down my cleavage and then back up again. Your tongue snakes along my curves until you linger at my nipples. You lick and suck in a circular motion that sends prickly signals to my pussy. I can feel a trickle in my underwear and this time it’s not sweat. You suck my breasts and lick the underside down to my ribs. I close my eyes and sigh. Your hands squeeze my nipples as you lick and suck my stomach. You trace your tongue around my belly button, as you get on your knees at the edge of the bed, licking to my waistline. I’m still wearing my sweats and the damp waistband is in your way. I raise up and you pull my sweats down to my ankles, taking my underwear with them. I am fully and completely yours now. Your hand strokes my mound as you lick my inner thigh and around my damp mound. My hair is clipped short and lays very flat. You run your tongue over me, and from one thigh to the other. I jerk slightly and my sweats hit you in the stomach. “Sorry, sweetie.” I open my eyes and raise my head, then flop back on the bed. “It’s okay.” Your fingers lightly rake my mound and my lips. You do this a few times and finally end my torment with your tongue on my clit. You flick your tongue over it and gently suck. Your finger strokes my outer lips as your tongue continues its assault. I move my hips up and down in response to your commanding tongue. You suck around my lips and kiss my hole. You take a lip in your mouth and suck. Your tongue drives me wild and I can’t get enough of you. Your tongue lingers around my entrance, licking me from top to bottom and from side to side. My hands creep to your head. Your tongue pierces my cunt and I feel a flush of blood begin to gather. You lick deep inside, sucking the juice out of me. I pull your face deeper into me and I try to scoot forward on the bed. Your hands push my legs apart and the pain in my ankles only heightens my pleasure. Your tongue is everywhere inside me and you give me long strokes on my lips. Your mouth is incredible, Katherine. You’re incredible! My whole body is hot and I feel that I won’t last much longer. I’m jacking your face and your tongue and lips don’t miss a drop of my juice. This feels too good. I stroke your hair and urge you on to finish me off. You suck my clit hard and lick the top and underside. You push your lips into mine and shake your face. The vibrations cause the second spasm as my legs kick around you. I can’t move at all because you are kneeling on my sweats. The thought of being restrained excites me even more and now my whole pelvis shakes, with waves radiating outward. My body jerks as you lick and suck me deep, hard, slow and fast. Your lips are everywhere and your tongue doesn’t miss thing. My hips buck into the air and your mouth follows me back to the bed. “Oh, fuck, Katherine. Oh, fuck. I’m coming. Yesss, yesss, oh, baby don’t stop, don’t stop.” I can’t hold back. I come hard in your mouth and you work your tongue deep into me to keep me going. You suck my pussy and lap up my juices before they can spill. Your tongue dives into my lips and you nibble. This otherworldly vibration creates another round of spasms and my body thrashes on the bed. I breathe hard, in short, heavy breaths. I arch my back and sit up halfway, groaning deeply. My face is hot as I slam back on the bed. I close my eyes and shake my head. You lick me slowly to bring me down. Your soft tongue massages my cunt and my breathing becomes shallow. My fingers match the pace of your tongue as I stroke your hair. I can still feel a trickle somewhere and I hope you’re able to lick it up. Snowbound I woke to the rhythmic sound of breathing and soft moaning. The high ceilings of the room were illuminated by shafts of blue moonlight. It was the middle of the night on a weekend ski trip to the mountains. Our friend Shaun had the keys to his parent's condo at a posh resort and we were all taking a well-needed break. The condo was beautiful but only had one bedroom so we, my girlfriend Sara and I, were sharing the living room with our friends Jack and Kim. The soft moaning was coming from Kim. As I opened my eyes I could see Jack's dark silhouette slowing moving up and down in that old familiar way. Kim was on her stomach, her head turned away from where we slept. Jack was on top of her and thrusting his hips slowly but firmly into her plump round ass. He was propped up on his hands, his long hair hanging down around his face. I watched as he slowly drew his hips back and then just as slowly drove them forward with an extra little thrust at the end. With each final push Kim gave a very soft sexy moan. I watched as Jack repeated this motion again and again. Suddenly Jack flipped the hair out of his face and caught my eye. Without breaking the rhythm or slow methodical pace of his thrusts he gave me a wink and a grin. I sheepishly grinned back and casually rolled over a little embarrassed at being voyeur. The next morning at breakfast everyone was excited about snowboarding in the fresh powder that fell the night before. I slept very little after witnessing Jack and Kim in the act, so I was a little out of it and in need of a big cup of java. Shaun, a muscular black stud was laughing at Jack who came out of the bathroom in long underwear and his snowboarding helmet. Next to Shaun was his girl Keisha a curvy black siren. My girlfriend Sara giggled at Jack's antics, I love the way her freckled face lights up when she laughs. However, the good humored kidding didn't last long as Keisha broke in saying, "OK you funny guys Sara and I have a little bad news." We all stopped eating and paid attention. Keisha said that the storm that was dumping all this snow was going to eventually close the pass out of the valley. "And since Sara and I have 'REAL' jobs unlike you losers, " she grinned, "we have to head out 'ASAP' so we don't get stuck here." Shaun and my jaws dropped. "Come on baby!" I said, "call in sick and stay." Sara refused and Keisha said she could not miss an upcoming meeting and that was the end of the discussion. We pleaded privately with our girls but to no avail. Sara and Keisha quickly dressed, packed, and left in Shaun's SUV. "Might as well make the best of it," said Shaun "let's go get some powder!" We all whooped and hollered and headed up the mountain. It was a great day of nonstop riding. After the mountain closed we picked up a pizza and headed back to the condo. We stripped out of our snow gear and sat down to the hot pizza in our long underwear. As we ate and knocked back a couple of beers Jack asked, "you guys wanna go out?" "Nah," said Shaun, Kim and I agreed. We were all beat and the fact that Shaun and I weren't going to get any tonight was sinking in. Kim noticed our mood change and she popped up out of her chair. Kim has short thick blond hair, sparkling blue eyes and an impish look. She is about 5'6" tall with perky little tits, B cup I guess, and a nice round ass with muscular legs. She is a personal trainer and has worked as dancer. As she skipped toward the kitchen I couldn't help but watch her sweet ass jiggle across the room. She grabbed a bottle of tequila off the counter and said, "shots all around for some at-tee-titude adjust-a-mento!" She poured us all a healthy shot and quickly knocked hers' back. "Aaah!" Kim exclaimed as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand in a funny animated way. She placed her hands on her hips and thrust out her perky tits and in a very cowboy-like stance and said in a fake drawl "that better boys? Now how about a hot tub?" Jack was the first one out to the tub on the deck, flicking off his remaining clothes as he made his way. Kim was behind him as she removed her clothes. Shaun and I stared dumbfounded as Kim looked over her shoulder and with a sly grin said "is it HARD for you boys to get out of your underwear?" She giggled and settled into the hot tub next to Jack. Shaun and I slipped into the tub just in time to hide our swelling cocks. Jack had a big smile on his face and from the way Kim's shoulder was moving it was clear that she was stroking him. With obvious innuendo Kim said, "this sure feels good." Jack just gave a satisfied groan. Kim whispered something into Jack's ear and he said, "go for it babe." She arched her back and squeezed both of her boobs together lifting them out of the water. Kim said, "its OK to look boys, I don't even mind if you touch." Her wet tits were capped by two large puffy pink areolas, they were 3" in diameter and stood out a good half inch like little breasts on top of breasts. "Those look good enough to eat," joked Shaun. "Then go ahead stud, Jack won't mind, will you baby?" As Kim looked toward Jack he shook his head approvingly and smiled. Shaun wasted no time in moving next to Kim and started licking and sucking on her tits. Kim squirmed and putting a hand on the back of Shaun's head directed him from one nipple to the other. As Shaun suckled Kim's tits, Jack slid underneath her so she was sitting on his lap. Jack obviously had his hand in her crotch and was working her pussy. Kim's breathing was picking up as Jack nibbled and kissed her neck and Shaun alternated between her tits and her mouth. By this time I had a full on woody and I was staring in total lust at what was taking place in front of me. Breaking out of her pleasure induced trance Kim gave me a wicked grin and motioned me to come over with her index finger. Taking my jaw in her hand she pulled me to her mouth and we shared a hot wet French kiss. "Stand up babe, you too Shaun" she commanded. We both stood in front of Kim, both fully erect. My cock is about 7" hard and quite thick, it has a nice upward turn when hard. I glanced over at Shaun and having seen him in the shower I was not surprised at what I witnessed. Shaun is about 6' tall, with chocolate skin and a very muscular build. His uncut cock was over 8" erect and had a slight curve to the right, it was truly massive. Kim looked at our cocks and subconsciously licked her lips. Taking a cock in each hand she said, "Jack's got his cock in my pussy and his hand is rubbing my clitty and it feels soooooo goooood." Her little narration of what was happening made me throw all hesitation to the wind. Then she alternated licks and sucks between Shaun and my cock pulling us close. As Kim rocked on Jack's cock she expertly gave Shaun and I head. She put both cocks in her mouth and the sight was extremely erotic. To accomplish this "double suck" Shaun and I had to stand very close. In fact our bodies pressed against one another, which felt good in the cold air. Shaun was completely into the moment and his arm slipped around my waist to steady himself. Kim took our cocks out of her mouth and with two hands stroked up and down the shafts as she pressed our dicks together. The feeling was incredible, Shaun's warm body pressing against me, our two boners rubbing and rolling together. Kim looked up at us and said, "mmmm cock to cock, I know you studs like that." She squeezed them together hard and with the tip of her tongue played with the pre-cum that oozed out. Shaun's hand was resting on top of my ass, Kim took my hand and put it on Shaun's tight round behind. With her hand over mine she squeezed his ass cheek. "Feels good doesn't it?" she said in between licks on our cocks. Shaun gave a groan and I continued to feel up his ass and back. Feeling Shaun's strong body was so different and taboo that it was getting me even more aroused. Jack who had been steadily working Kim's pussy suggested we take this fun inside and we all agreed. As we walked into the house Shaun pitched us towels his big boner swinging with each toss. For the first time I could see Jack naked, his 6' frame was lean with washboard abs. His 7" cock pointed up at a 45 degree angle and he was smooth shaven. Kim had wrapped her towel around her so her shaved pussy and ass showed at the bottom. Standing in front of us she said, "tonight I want a fantasy of mine to come true but before anyone gets to fuck me you have to do what I say, do you promise?" Of course we were all so horny we said without hesitation YES! Kim squealed with delight and ran out of the room only to return in a second with a bottle of massage oil and a bed sheet. Laying the sheet on the floor Kim ordered Shaun to lie down on his back on top of it. She then told Jack and I to hold out our hands which she proceeded to cover with oil. Kim then instructed us to start massaging Shaun's body. We looked at Shaun and he just grinned and shrugged so we began. Our first tentative touches were to his legs and shoulders but after Kim turned up the gas fireplace she joined us. Applying oil to her own hands she also went to work on Shaun. Kim started on his chest and worked her way down to his close-cropped pubic hair. Taking more oil she started stroking his hard cock. Shaun closed his eyes and after a few strokes she took Jack's hand and along with hers she moved it to assist her stroking the big black dick. Kim removed her hand and Jack continued stroking Shaun. He moved his hand toward the tip and pull the foreskin back revealing Shaun's shiny cock head. Instead of being repulsed I found these developments extremely exciting. "Lick it baby," said Kim. Without hesitation Jack began to skillfully lick and suck the enormous cock. Jack pulled Shaun's foreskin back and let a string of saliva run onto Shaun's cock head. Kim then moved over to me and stood in front of me so her round pale ass was at my face level. With limber ease she bent over and looking between her legs she said, "go ahead babe lick it." My tongue immediately went to her wet pussy, flicking out to her clit. She tasted feminine and wonderful. Holding her firm thighs I licked her pussy from behind for all I was worth, my nose rubbing her sweet pink asshole. Kim responded with a deep moan and by grinding back into my face. Soon my face was covered in her wetness. Kim's body started to quiver as I devoured her pussy. Deciding to take it to the next level I inserted two fingers into her wet snatch and began to rim her cute pink asshole. She responded with a hissing "YESSSSSS" as I continued to tongue fuck her rosebud. Kim started to quiver more and bark obscenities, "Fuck Me, Fuck My Ass with your tongue, mmmmmm so good, look at you cock suckers you've got me so fuck'n HOT!" As I worked away on Kim's back side I felt something wet and hot. It was Shaun's mouth on my cock. He had slid underneath me and was licking the underside of my shaft. I was crazed with passion and with my free hand I pushed my dick into his mouth. Jack was standing in front of Kim and she was sucking on his cock. Kim yelled, "I am going to CUM," and her body convulsed in wave after wave of orgasm. My hand furiously worked her clit as she lost herself in orgasm. Her juices flowed onto my hand as I finger-fucked her through her orgasm. After her orgasm Kim turned around and taking my arm dragged me so I was over Shaun's body. He was still jacking my cock as I straddled his face. "Now suck that beautiful cock, suck it!" demanded Kim. I took Shaun's monster into my mouth. I loved the way it felt, solid, almost velvety in texture. I jacked it up and down as I licked and sucked. "He's a natural!" said Jack. As Shaun and I continued in our 69 I could feel Kim's hands rubbing my ass, and then suddenly felt her tongue. She sloppily rimmed my hole and it was driving me crazy. She eased in a finger and I thought I would cum, but she talked me through it. She then eased in another finger and began to finger fuck my ass. During this Shaun was doing a great job keeping me on the edge of orgasm alternating between sucking me and squeezing the base of my swollen cock. Then I heard Kim say, "alright Jack he's ready." I could feel Jack's hands on my back and then his cock head push against my asshole. Kim whispered in my ear, "are you ready to take it baby? you know you want his cock to fuck you, take it all." She was right. I did want it. And I weakly groaned a in agreement. I wanted Jack's cock inside of me. I pushed back to meet his hard shaft. Jack pushed slowly but firmly forward until his cock head worked its way in. The initial pain was soon replaced by pleasure as Kim applied some lube to Jack's dick. Shaun was now alternating between my cock and Jack's ass and balls. Kim joined me sucking on Shaun's cock. My head and body were swimming in a sea of sensation. This was all too much. I shouted, "I am going to CUM!" That's all it took, all three of use shot our loads. Kim took Shaun's first shot in her mouth then quickly fed me Shaun's cock. I sucked two more big gobs out of Shaun as Jack came in my ass. The hot cum inside me was too much, I let my biggest wad ever shoot into Shaun's mouth. Shaun took as much as he could but a thick strand ran down the side of his mouth and chin. The contrast of my white cum on his dark skin was so sexy. Jack finished his orgasm and collapsed on the floor next to me. The sensation of his still swollen cock pulling out of my ass was delicious. Kim rolled on top of him and they exchanged a cum-filled kiss. Sensing that I was perplexed at what to do with my mouthful, Kim said, "don't spit or swallow baby, come here and give it to me." I moved off of Shaun and locked lips with Kim. Her tongue probed deep into my mouth and we shared a sticky French kiss. I dropped to the floor next to Jack and Kim, the three of us still feeling the glow of the experience. We all chuckled and I couldn't help but say"WOW." After a minute I noticed that Shaun had disappeared. He suddenly bounded into the room with a big smile on his face and holding an orange prescription bottle. "Who's up for some Viagra!?" he sang out. To be continued... Snowbound When my children were young, nearly every winter my wife and I took them to a cabin for the winter school break. We'd spend the time skiing, sledding, drinking hot chocolate by the fireplace, etc. By the time our kids were in high school, spending time with their parents (and away from their friends) wasn't in their interests anymore. One Thanksgiving, my son and daughter were home from college and began to reminisce about our old winter cabin expeditions. We decided, with my wife, to plan an impromptu cabin trip for the upcoming winter break. My wife and I were thrilled, knowing our children valued the experiences we gave them in their youth. About a month later, we were vacationing in the snowy mountains! We spent the days, as before, skiing and sledding -- having snowball fights, and telling stories by the fireplace. It was wonderful. Three days into our trip, my wife heard a report on the radio about an incoming snowstorm. As a family, we decided it would be unsafe to make the entire trip back home, but agreed a trip into the town nearby was necessary for emergency food and batteries. Even as we discussed it, the snow began to fall outside. Kicking myself that I hadn't planned for such emergencies, I began to bundle up. It was better to go now, while the snow was still light -- it could become fierce at any time -- and who knew how long it would snow for? As I was preparing to leave, my daughter dashed down the stairs, coat in hand. "I'm coming with you, Dad," she said. "I don't want you to be alone out there." Laughingly, I refused. "Sweetheart, I'll be fine. It's better that you're here, safe. Trust me. I'll be right back." I turned toward the door, but she blocked me. "I'm coming with you," she said, smiling. I glanced at my wife. She shrugged, as if to say She'll be fine. I sighed, and nodded my head, consenting. I opened the door, and my daughter ran out in front of me toward the car. -- An hour later, we'd stocked up the car with canned food, batteries, sleeping bags, water and flashlights and were headed home towards the cabin. The snow had started to fall heavily upon our car, and I was eager to get home before the roads became even worse. It was dark, now, harder to see -- and the cold had turned the snowy roads into dangerously slick ice paths. White-knuckled, I crept along the road, trying my best to keep us steadily and safely on our path. Unbelievably, the snow took a turn for the worse, and it was impossible to see anything. I glanced at my daughter, tight-lipped and anxious, and asked if we should pull over. She agreed. I pulled the car over to the right side of the road, looking for a safe place to stop that was off the path and out of the danger zone of other motorists. As I veered off further to the right, I instantly realized my mistake -- we were headed into a deep ditch. Terror ran through me as my hand went out in front of my daughter to prevent jostling. She screamed as we slid down into the depth of the ditch, crunching head first into snow and buckling the hood. Then, the car stalled. I tried to turn it on, but no avail. We were screwed. My daughter frantically scrambled for her cell phone to call her mother. As soon as she got her on the line, she started crying. I took the phone and told my wife what happened. She, of course, offered to take the other car out to come find us, but that would've been stupid and dangerous. I told her our approximate location (though I wasn't exactly sure) and asked her to call an emergency vehicle to help us. Of course, I decided to call myself as well, and was told they would do our best to reach us as soon as possible. I warned them that we were in a deep ditch and probably difficult to see off of the road. They assured me they would keep their eyes peeled. So we waited. -- Twenty minutes passed and the remaining heat which had been blasting prior to the crash was dissipating rapidly. We were getting cold, very fast. I considered getting out of the car and going for help, but all of the survival skills I remembered told me to stay with the car. -- Another twenty minutes went by and my daughter was now shivering. I slid over on the bench and put my arms around her, rubbing fast, trying to stimulate her blood flow. It helped a bit. -- More time passed. My daughter's teeth were now chattering. I called the emergency number again only to be rudely told they were receiving several calls with people in the same situation. I reminded her we had no heat and were in danger of hypothermia or frostbite, but she told me to be patient and "sit tight." -- The cold became unbearable. In a desperate attempt to keep us warm, I pulled my daughter onto my lap to use our body heat, but our clothes were so cold the effect was minimal. With no other choice, I told her we needed skin to skin contact. She looked very uncomfortable. I felt very uncomfortable. -- Moments later, we were pressed chest to chest inside my oversized sweatshirt (which was now being stretched beyond its limits. My jeans were obviously not big enough for the both of us, so I'd pulled out one of the sleeping bags, and pulled it up to our waists, like a potato sack. My daughter sat straddling my lap, with only our underwear on between us. "Dad," she said, with tears in her eyes, "this is so embarrassing." "I know, honey," I soothed, "but we're liable to freeze to death. Just don't think about it -- we'll be out of here soon." As soon as I'd said those words, I felt her hard nipples poking into my chest. Her firm, round breasts smashed against my chest. Her smooth thighs pressing down on mine. My hands, holding her to me, on her firm ass. Uh-oh, I thought. I tried to think of anything else, the cold, death, anything -- but my mind kept drifting back to the feeling of her skin on mine, and within minutes, I had an erection. "Dad, gross," she exclaimed and tried to distance herself from my pitched boxers, but was left with little room to move within the sleeping bag. Not only did the movement further tantalize my dick making me even harder, it released it from the hole in my boxers, pressing my naked cock into her clothed pussy lips. "I know, I know," I said, ashamed. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. It's a guy thing. Just try not to move -- it makes it worse." -- For ten minutes, I willed my erection to go down, but it must've known it was only mere clothing away from sweet pussy, because it stayed rock hard, pressed against my daughter's panty-clad canal. It had become painful. I couldn't control myself any longer. Like a reflex, I ground my rock hard meat into her, pushing my shaft between her clothed lips. I continued to thrust up and down, sliding the shaft up and down her slit, willing the underwear to somehow give way and grant me entrance to her hole. Sliding up her satin thong was so delicious, my mouth started to water. I groaned and pulled her to me, pressing her further into my shaft. "Dad, I'm not moving," she said. "I know, I know," I repeated. "I can't help it. It feels too good." To make my point, I pressed into her again and let another groan escape from my mouth. "Fuck, it feels good." She looked at me, embarrassed and revolted. "Look, it's keeping you warm, isn't it? Haven't you forgotten about the cold?" She looked away, putting her head on my shoulder. I didn't know if she was trying to say something with that move, until I felt her move her hips up and down, directing the movement of my shaft onto her clit. "Ohhh," I moaned, "that's it babygirl, we're just keeping each other warm." She quickened her pace against my cock, dry humping me to the point of being nearly unbearable, before she clutched onto me hard -- hearth thumping and breathing fast. I was pretty sure she just had an orgasm. I pulled her face to mine. She was sweaty, red-faced and looked ashamed. "It's okay, sweetheart," I whispered, "we need it to keep warm. See? You're sweating!" She bit her lip and put her head back on my shoulder. My cock was still urgently pressed into her cunt lips. I needed to feel the release she felt. I needed to feel what she felt like inside. I wriggled my hands down between us and pulled her underwear to the side as I tried to position my cock to her entrance. "Dad," she warned, looking at me, her first words in a long time, "I don't see how that's going to help." I locked eyes and pushed the tip of my cock into her. "Oh!" she exclaimed and her eyes widened. Instantly, I felt bad, so I waited to see what she'd do. She didn't pull back. She locked her eyes with me. I started to push her down on my cock. She bit her lower lip and hissed in before opening her mouth in a gasp. The walls of her cunt were so warm and wet from our dry-humping, I didn't need to press down any further. She slid down my cock to its base with a grunt. "Fuck," she said. "This is so wrong." I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of my cock in her pussy. It was ecstasy. I wanted it to last forever. "This is so wrong," she said again, this time moving her hips up and down, pumping herself on my cock. Jesus, we were fucking. I was fucking my daughter. I reached up into the sweatshirt and grabbed onto one of her breasts. She gasped and quickened her pumping on my cock. "So wrong," she whispered in my ear, moaning and grunting. "Fuck, this is so wrong. So fucking gross. So fucking nasty." I could tell, it was turning her on. It was turning me on. I moved my hands to her hips and fucked her back, hard. I pushed her back, letting her move up on my cock, before pulling her close again to the hilt. Our slick, sweaty bodies moved together, sliding skin-to-skin -- her tight cunt hugging my rigid shaft. I felt her pussy start to contract on my cock, and I quickened my pumping. "That's it, babygirl, come for daddy." I couldn't believe the words I just spoke, but it sent her over the edge into orgasm as she shouted: "Fuck, yes, ohhhhhhh, you sick fuck, dad! Give it to me!" Her words then sent me over the edge and I railed into her cunt, my balls rising, tingling, groaning, grunting, before I shot spurt after spurt into her warm, wet cunt. Our heavy breathing subsided, as my cock went soft inside her and slipped out. I felt our combined juices spill onto my lap. Fuck, what did we just do? Snowbound I love hunting. Next to fishing it is one of my favorite pastimes. Being out in the woods and fresh air, pitting your intelligence against the instincts of an animal. Sounds easy, except that they do it every day and you're playing on their turf. Makes it much more difficult than most people think. When a buddy called from Colorado with a chance to go elk hunting in the winter, I jumped at the chance. He had a cabin high in the mountains we would use as the base camp, and then venture out after the elk, using snowmobiles to get from mountain top to mountain top. It sounded like a blast. I loaded my hunting gear up and headed out, following the directions he gave me and my GPS. The weather report was for a light snow, which didn't sound too bad when I left Missouri, but after many hours of driving I was getting tired and was ready for the trip to be over when the first flakes hit the windshield. That light snow seemed to be awfully big flakes, but then I wasn't really worried, my four wheel drive would go through anything I had ever pitted it against. As I wound into the mountains on the twisting two lane highway, the number of homes slipped from the frequent to the occasional. The snow, which was forecast for only a few inches kept coming down, making the road more and more difficult to see in the growing darkness. It also didn't help that the heavy snow was interrupting the GPS signal making it almost useless. It kept jumping around telling me I was first on one road and then in the middle of nowhere. If I hadn't been so tired I might have noticed the sign, caked with blowing wet snow, that showed a ten mile per hour corner. I might even have slowed down if I realized there was a corner there, but the first thing I saw was the guardrail almost ninety degrees to the road I thought I was on. I jerked the wheel hard over, and slammed on the brakes, but even at thirty five miles an hour, there was no saving it. My truck plowed through the guardrail, crunching metal and snapping wood posts before careening down an embankment that seemed almost vertical. The air bag did its thing and low and behold I survived, bruised and shaken, but alive. I peeled myself out my now ruined truck and looked at the trip I had made. I wasn't the first one to mow down trees here. I checked my cell, and surprise... no service. The chances of being found here were slim at best. I decided I'd head along the road on foot and see if I could find a house or something. I left a note, pulled on all my winter hunting gear, hefted my pack and long gun, and started the arduous climb up the slope to the highway, the darkness broken only by the small LED light clipped to my pack strap. The winter wonderland looked peaceful, but I knew that was far from true. I loaded rounds into my Winchester and slid it into the scabbard on the side of my pack. Clipping the waist and sternum belts I began to trudge through the foot deep snow heading up the mountain. I hoped I'd come across a house or something before too long. Before too long just never happened. I stopped after half an hour and pulled out my mask and goggles and changed my gloves for my heavy insulated mittens. With every inch of my body now covered, I continued up the road, wondering how long I would be out here and glad that the snow and cloud cover were holding the temperatures at something tolerable. I must have hiked up that road for two hours, stopping every thirty minutes to take a rest and a drink, before I lights flickering in the falling snow. It seemed like forever before I got closer, and then realized that the lights were not along the road, but on the other side of a small gorge. Through the occasional light spots in the falling snow I could see what looked like a small cabin. I had a decision to make, continue on the road and hope to find another place, or venture off the road into the wilds. There was no telling how hard the climb down and back up would be, or how deep the gorge was. It looked like there was a small dirt road that went that direction, all I could do was hope it led to the lights. Taking a deep breath, I turned off the highway and started down the steep road. The road proved to help some, guiding me until I lost it under the deep snow collecting in the gorge. By the time I got to the bottom I was slogging through snow up to my waist, wondering if this was really a good idea. Having hit the bottom, I decided that I might as well go up the other side rather than head back to the road, and began the climb up the steep slope. The climb turned out to be much worse than I had expected, and was soon sweating profusely and completely exhausted. I couldn't go back down, there was no shelter in the deep snow in the bottom, and the slope was so steep that I was often having to use all fours to keep my balance on the rocks that were hidden under the snow. What was worse, I knew that as heavily as I was sweating, I needed to peel layers, but the slope was much too steep to try that. I resigned myself to continue the climb, and hope that there was shelter on top. I finally made the top of the hill after nearly an hour of hard climbing. I flopped down in the snow, trying to catch my breath and cursing getting old, as if forty was really all that old. After several minutes I could feel the cold seeping into my clothes where the sweat had soaked them, and decided I better either find shelter or I was going freeze to death. I was experienced in winter survival. I had no doubt that I could make myself a snow cave and hole up, but building a fire to dry my clothes would be difficult with this wet snow. Fortunately the lights I had seen were only a short ways down the ridge I was now laying on. I picked myself up and wearily trudged down toward the lights. As I drew closer I could see the lights were from the windows of a small log cabin, smoke curling gently from the stone chimney. The setting looked idyllic and tranquil as the heavy flakes continued to fall. Taking a breath I knocked on the door, expecting some grizzled old man to open the door and tell me to get lost. I was shocked when the face greeting me was anything but grizzled and old. I figured her for thirty or so, obviously oriental with fairly long dark hair cascading over the shoulders of a white fluffy bath robe. She was a few inches shorter than I was, and filled out the robe both around and in front enough to know she wasn't fat or thin, just pleasant sized, with a respectable sized chest. Why, when I was half frozen to death, I bothered to check out her tits instead of pulling off my mask and goggles and asking for help, is beyond me, but that's what I did. She broke me from my stupor by asking what I wanted, the look on her face almost as startled at finding someone at her door as I was at finding a good looking woman out here. "Oh, sorry. I had a wreck down the mountain a bit and started hiking. Do you have a phone I can use?" I asked, pulling my hood back and pulling off my mask and goggles so she could see my face. "You're kidding right?" she asked with an odd look on her face. "No maam. I went off the road on a sharp curve down the road a ways and walked this far." "Ok, besides being crazy, how did you get here?" "I saw the lights from the highway and hiked over." "Through the bottom? That's not possible. The snow down there is easily ten feet deep this time of year." "Well, it was a bit deep, but I made it. Do you mind if I come in and warm up and call my buddy and tell him where I am?" She stepped back and let me in, closing the door behind me. The cabin was indeed small, being little more than a long room with a few pieces of furniture, a wood burning stove to cook on and a stone fireplace with a fire gently crackling away. Along one wall were a couple long curtains that appeared to block off two small rooms. All in all it looked like the kind of place you'd see in an old western movie. "Now, just who are you?" She asked as she stood back in the glow of the oil lamp and looked at me. "Oh, sorry. Mike Michaels. I'm headed up to Grizzly ridge to meet a buddy to hunt. Like I said, I missed a turn and went off the highway." "I'll say you went off the road. Grizzly ridge is about twenty miles south of here. The highway stopped miles ago. That sharp turn was the end of the road. This is all private property." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. I guess I got turned around some. If you have a phone I'm sure he can come get me." "Do you see a phone? No, I'm afraid that your friend is going to have to do without you tonight. I can take you down the mountain tomorrow on a snowmobile. The question is what to do with you tonight?" "Well, if you don't mind, I'd be perfectly happy to sleep on the floor. I don't want to put you out, I'm just happy to be in out of the snow." "Ok. Start getting out of those wet things. We can hang them on a line and get them dried out. She said, turning and walking to a wooden box on the floor and digging out a length of rope. She strung the rope across the small cabin while I started peeling off my wet hunting gear. "You are wet!" she said as she took my gear, one item at a time and hung them over the line. "Yeah. That climb was pretty rough." "I bet. I'm surprised you made it at all. The trail is pretty hard to follow." She said as I handed her my sweatshirt, leaving me in my jeans and t-shirt. "I couldn't find a trail. I just came up the side." I said as I picked up my pack and set it against the wall by the door so the snow melting off of it wouldn't make a mess. "You're either lucky or just plain crazy. That climb isn't to be taken lightly on a good day, let alone like it is now." "Well, I made it." I said with a shrug. "Come on. I can see that the pants and shirt are wet too." She said holding her hand out. "This is all I have to wear." I said somewhat defensively. "Well, you can't stay wet, even in here you'll freeze when the fire dies down." She said as she walked toward one of the curtained rooms, coming back a moment later with a blanket. "You can wrap up in this." I pulled my t-shirt off and handed it to her before pulling the blanket around myself. Standing under the blanket I shucked my jeans and handed them to her, which she took. Immediately she put her hand out again, clearly expecting me to provide the last of my garments. With a sigh, I slipped out of my skivvies, handing them to her and letting her walk off to hang the last of my clothes on the line, leaving me completely naked under the blanket. "Ok. Now let's get you something warm to drink. You're probably dehydrated." She said as she set about putting a kettle of water into the fireplace. "Do like coffee or tea?" "I've never gotten the taste for coffee. Usually it's hot chocolate." I said with an embarrassed smile. She looked over her shoulder at me while she dug in the cabinet near the stove and came out with a small white packet and a large cup. "Not every day a man wants hot chocolate. Maybe he still has a little bit of boy in him yet?" she asked with a smile as she motioned to a chair by the table, pulling a second one from near the wall to sit down across from me. "Thank you Ma'am." I said pulling out the chair and sitting down in it, wrapped up in the blanket. "Please, call me Song." She said as she sat and looked at me, almost like she was inspecting me. Her eyes stared at mine for long seconds, making me feel like she was reading my thoughts or looking inside my soul or something. "So your single?" she finally asked. "Yes." I said somewhat startled, wondering what she read from my eyes that told her that. She chuckled, obviously following where my thoughts had taken me. "You can tell a lot about a person from how they look at you. You looked back and held my gaze until I broke it. You are an honest person, not deceitful or hiding things. This I can tell from your eyes. Being single?" she said with another chuckle. She held her hand up and pointed to her finger, without a ring, and I realized she had seen the lack of ring on my finger. "I am now." I said, thinking briefly about my ex. "Ah. I see." She said as she got up and walked toward the fire. The room was actually quite warm, and I moved the blanket off my shoulders to vent some of the heat that I was building. She returned a moment later with the pot, pouring hot water into the cup and handing me a spoon and the white packet. "Thank you." I said, taking the packet and pouring its contents into the cup. "I take it you live here alone?" "Yes. I like the solitude. Helps me think." She said, leaning back in her chair and watching me sip my coco. "You apparently like the outdoors. The clothes you wore have experience. Nothing there is fresh from the box." "No. I've done a lot of outdoors. I enjoy the quiet and listening to nature." I replied, bringing a small smile to her lips. We chatted for some time, about me, about the outdoors, but very little about her. Basically all I knew was she lived alone, and liked it that way, and her name was Song Cho. Beyond that she gave away very little of herself. Finally after nearly an hour, and two cups of coco, she stood, breaking off the conversation. "I think it's time to go to bed. I was about to retire when you showed up." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to keep you up." I replied, standing up and walking over to the clothes line to check my clothes. To my disappointment, much of it was still quite soggy. "Here." She said, holding out a pillow and an old rolled up sleeping bag. "Thanks. This is tons better than sleeping in the snow." I said as I rolled the bag out on the hard floor. She stood until I was settled and then turned out the oil lamp hanging from the ceiling. I watched her walk to the curtain she had disappeared behind before, and push it open to reveal a sleeping area. A large bed with brass head and foot boards dominated the small room. She stepped to the bed, illuminated by the fire and a small oil lamp on the table, and took off the robe, revealing a long gray nightgown. She crawled under the covers and put the light out, leaving the small cabin lit only by the gentle flickering of light from the fire. I was warm, but the floor was far from comfortable. I struggled to find a soft spot or comfortable position, trying to will myself to be comfortable by thinking how horrible it would be in a snow cave. "Come." She said from across the room, pulling the covers of her bed open. "I cannot leave you sleeping on the hard floor when there is more than enough room in my bed." "Are you sure?" "I am... Come." She said again. I got up and walked over to the bed, still wrapped in the blanket, unsure what to do at that point. Deciding that she intended for me to get into bed even though I was naked, I dropped the blanket and sat down, swinging my legs up into the bed. She pulled the covers over me and I felt her snuggle up against me, her firm breasts pressing into my back. My body couldn't help but react, even more so when I felt her hand slide up and down my thigh several times, each time getting closer and closer to my hardening dick. Finally her hand reached my now rock hard member and wrapped around it, gently stroking its full length with her warm hand. She stroked it for several minutes before she pulled it away, along with her body. I felt her hand brush and press against my back several times, each time lower than the time before. As suddenly as the hand disappeared, it came back, this time as she snuggled against me I could feel her warm skin and hard nipples pressing against me. "Would you like to make love with me?" she whispered. Unsure how to answer, I rolled over to face her, putting my arm around her and pulling her head closer to mine. Her hand squeezed my hard dick as I touched my lips to hers, gently kissing her. She kissed back, tentatively at first, and then with growing passion as the minutes passed, our hands now gently roaming over each other. I gently stroked her large breasts, finding them round and firm, easily the size of small melons, but with little sag. Each was topped with a large nipple which seemed to grow harder with each stroke of my fingers. Growing desparate for more of her body, I slid under the covers and let my kisses work down her body until I was sucking and licking each sensitive nipple. She rolled onto her back and moaned in pleasure as I sucked each tit deep into my mouth and flicked her nipple with my tongue. Her hands pulled me to her, coaxing me back up out of the covers and on top of her. Her invitation was clear as I rolled on top of her while she spread her legs. I reached down and gently rubbed the head of my dick up and down her wet lips, feeling the softness as I spread her juices around my head. Slowly I pressed into her, feeding my dick into her inch by inch in small short strokes, each accompanied by a small moan from her lips. I was soon stroking long and slow in and out of her wet tunnel, our mutual moans the only sound in the cabin besides the occasional crackle of the fire. "Harder!" she whispered to me, pulling on my ass with her hands at each stroke. Without a reply I began to stroke harder into her, her moans turning to cries of pleasure as my strokes drover her higher and higher up the slopes to her climax. Without warning she cried out once and went rigid, her whole body trembling while her pussy pulsed and squeezed me so hard I was unable to stroke out of her any longer. Slowly her body relaxed, her arms pulling me down against her. She deftly rolled us over laying on top of me while she pulled her knees up alongside my hips. Throwing the covers off, she sat up, straddling my hips and pulled the gray flannel nightgown off, tossing it aside, her body illuminated by the flickering fire. She gently pulled my hands to her large tits, and then moved her own hands to my chest. Slowly she began riding up and down my still rock hard dick, her eyes watching my face and adjusting her movements when she saw pleasure flicker across it. She rode me slowly for some time, her own body once again responding to the stimulation. She tossed her head around, her dark hair flying every which way as she began riding me faster, pounding her body into mine at the end of each stroke. "Oh god yes!" I groaned as my cum boiled out of my balls, ready to shoot deep into her. With a jerk my body pulsed the first squirt of cum deep into her pussy. Feeling the hot liquid flow into her, she slammed down on my dick, driving me deeper into her than I had been previously. I felt her whole body tremble as my spurting dick triggered another orgasm within her. We stayed like that for longer than I could remember, both of us lost in our own world of bliss. Finally she lowered herself, leaving me inside her as she straightened out and pulled the blankets over us in one smooth motion. "Thank you." She whispered before kissing me gently on the lips. We lay kissing gently until my dick softened and slipped from her. Feeling me no longer captured, she rolled off of me and snuggle against me, laying her head on my chest. I lay listening to her breathing and the fire crackling until I finally fell into a deep contented sleep. At first I didn't know where I was, but slowly my situation came back to me. I felt surprisingly rested, considering my ordeal the night before. The room was warm and I could see Song's naked body moving about the main room of the small cabin, bright shafts of sunlight filtering through the windows illuminating her. She was busy tending the fire and carrying large pots of water someplace while I lay there enjoying watching her tits bounce and sway as she walked. "I see you're awake. You must have been tired." She said quietly as she came to the bed and sat on the edge. "Come. Time to clean up." Snowbound I let her pull the covers back and lead me to the other small room, this one with a small toilet with an unusual looking hand pump sticking out the top, and a large clawfoot tub full of steaming water. She led me to the tub and stepped in, holding her hands out for me to join her. I held both her hands while I stepped into the hot water. She released my hands and reached down for a large sponge that was floating in the knee deep water. Gently she squeezed water over my body, letting it cascade down my chest and back. With her other hand she began rubbing a small bar of soap around my body, gently and slowly lathering me while keeping me wet with the sponge. She was both gentle and through, making sure to clean every part of me, including stroking my soapy dick until she had it rock hard. "Your turn." She said simply after she had rinsed me. She handed me the sponge and soap and I began washing her as she had done me, being gentle and through, especially around her hard nipples and soft pussy lips. I finished rinsing her and placed the soap in the small holder by the tub and then gently pressed her back until she sat on the back edge of the tub. Kneeling down in the tub I brought my mouth to the inside of her left knee and gently kissed it. I moved to her right knee and repeated the kiss, followed by one slightly higher on her thigh. I worked my way up her legs, kissing a few inches closer to her pussy each time. "You are a tease." She hissed quietly as I inched ever closer to her wet lips, blowing my hot breath on them as I crossed from one leg to the other. I paused long enough to smile at her and then gently licked the tip of my tongue along her soft lips, spreading them ever so slightly as I moved up. I went back and licked again, this time slightly deeper, and again, each time working deeper until my tongue was dipping into her tunnel before sliding up and across her hard clit. Each time I flicked my tongue across her hard clit she would shudder ever so slightly, a gentle moan escaping her lips. I continued my attention to her tasty pussy while I reached one hand up to her chest, gently squeezing and rolling one of her hard nipples. "YES!" she whispered as I placed my free hand between her legs and pressed my finger into her hot tunnel. I licked and flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue while I hooked my finger up inside of her and rubbed across the bundle of nerves along the top of her velvety tunnel. "OH GOD!" she cried as her legs trembled, her pussy gushing juices around my finger and chin as her orgasm shook her body. I continued to assault her clit and work my finger inside her tunnel until she finally pushed my head away from her pussy, a huge, satisfied smile on her face. "I need you to fuck me now!" she said, pushing me back so she could climb off the edge of the tub. She turned around and bent over, holding onto the end of the tub while sticking her cute ass out at me. I wasted no time in pushing my dick into her wet pussy, easily sliding into her. My strokes started slowly, but quickly picked up speed until my thighs were slapping against her firm ass with each stroke. I reached down and felt her big tits wiggling and swinging as I pounded into her. "That's it! Fuck me! Make me cum around your hard dick! Oh god you feel so good! That's it... almost there! FUCK MEEEEEE!! She cried as my plunging dick triggered another massive orgasm in her. Her pussy clamped and spasmed around my dick, pushing me over the top. My body jerked and spasmed as I pumped shot after shot of hot cum into her pussy, out juices combining and pushing out of her around my pulsing dick. "Oh god yes!" she moaned as she stood more upright and pulled my body against her back, keeping her back arched to keep my hard dick inside her. She pulled my arms around her and moved my hands to her firm breasts while she turned her head and kissed my lips gently. All too soon I softened and slipped from her, after which she turned to face me and pressed me down into the still warm water. She lowered herself until she was sitting half in my lap with her legs wrapped around me. I felt her fingers wash both of us as we sat with my dick only inches from her pussy. She worked at my dick for long minutes while her mouth worked at mine, coaxing me to grow yet again. I felt her hands work my dick to the opening of her tunnel while she scooted herself closer. She continued to kiss me as she forced my half hard dick into her and then ground her pussy against me, driving me into her as far as I could go. She kissed me sensuously, and teased my nipples with her fingers, coaxing my dick to continue to grow, all the time buried inside her. "So good." She cooed as she finally broke the long kiss. "I could do this all day!" She began to rock her hips, working my dick in and out of her pussy only an inch or so, but enough to cause me to grow harder until my dick was every bit as hard as it had been when we started. "Please, play with my tits." She begged as she leaned back and rode my dick harder, forcing more and more of me in and out under the bathwater. "OH FUCK YES!" she cried as her body trembled in another orgasm. I watched her face as pure pleasure spread across it for several long seconds, replaced by satisfaction. "God it has been soooo long." She moaned as she lay back in the tub, almost disappearing under the water. I lay back against the other end while she moved her legs enough to let me. We sat and soaked for some time just looking at each other, my still hard dick deep inside her. "I bet you're getting hungry. Would you like me to make some food for us?" "If you'd like to." "Oh it would be my pleasure. I haven't had the opportunity to cook for a many in a long long time." She said as she got up, pulling off my dick. She held her hands out to me and helped me stand before stepping out of the tub. She handed me a towel and then proceeded to use the one she held to dry my body, the look on her face inviting me to return the favor, which I gladly did. I dried her body in soft pats and strokes, gently lifting each breast to dry under them, and of course give each a gentle kiss before going on. In a few minutes we were dry and she led me out to the main room. "Please sit. I'll cook something. Do you like bacon and eggs?" "Definitely." I said with a smile. She smiled back and then turned to go to work. She transferred coals from the open fireplace to the wood burning stove and added several pieces of wood to both the stove and the fireplace. Each time she bent over I had a wonderful view of either her pussy poking out at me or her tits swinging slightly as they hung down. The constant show kept my dick hard the whole time she cooked. She brought over a plate mounded with scrambled eggs and slices of thick bacon. She smiled as she set the plate down in front of me, looking down at my lap. "You know, we might have to take care of that after you eat." "Mmmmmm Good food and good sex. What more can a man ask for?" I said before loading my fork with a generous helping of the food. "aren't you going to eat?" "Not just now." She said with a grin as she pulled the other chair next to mine and sat down, spreading her legs wide enough for me to see her whole pussy. "You know, before you came to the door I was quite busy, Would you like to see how?" "Of course!" I replied to her smiling face. When she smiled not only did her mouth form a sexy smile, but her already oval eyes crinkled in the corners as they twinkled. I didn't know a lot about her, but I was quickly wishing I could learn a lot more. I tried to quiz her more as I ate, but found her answers really said very little, other than she lived alone and enjoyed the solitude. I finished eating and watched her carry my empty plate off to a small sink by the stove. She turned to look at me and smile again as she pumped the old fashioned hand pump that looked like it was from the early pioneer days. With the dishes sitting in the water she came over and took my hand, drawing me from my chair to a rug on the floor by the fireplace. "Is there anything else you would like to do with me before we go down the mountain?" she asked quietly as she pulled us down onto the large rug. "Actually, there is." I whispered as she pulled me down on top of her, her mouth moving toward mine. Her lips brushed mine gently, her tongue flicking out and brushing between my parted lips. "I'm yours. Do with me as you please." She whispered before she pressed her lips to mine in a gentle sensuous kiss. I kissed her for long minutes, each of us sharing out tongues and our lips before we broke to catch our breaths. I began kissing my way down her jaw line to her neck and farter, slowly making my way to her firm yet soft breasts. I savored each nipple in turn, sucking and licking them to the gentle moans Song was making. I wanted more, and after who knows how long, continued my trip down her body. My kisses were soon landing near her soft pussy lips, her sensuous aroma filling my nostrils. "Turn around." I heard her whisper. Heading her request, I swiveled around and allowed her to guide my legs over her until my hard dick was pointing at her face while my lips were gently kissing her pussy. I licked between them time and again, as her hot mouth enveloped my dick, the moans she made each time I found her hard clit vibrating me delightfully. I continued to lick and flick her clit as her body humped up toward, me, trying in vain to grind against me as I pushed her closer to her climax. With my hands wrapped around her thighs to hold her still, I began flicking her clit rapid fire, the tip of my tongue dancing back and forth across her excited clit as fast as I could. The attention seemed to drive her wild. I could barely hold her still, even by pressing my body down against hers, as her orgasm crashed over her and she squirmed and shook under me. "OH god fuck me! Please!" she cried from under me. I lifted myself off of her and turned around bringing my hard saliva coated dick to her pussy as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around me. She pulled with her legs, lifting her butt off the floor and driving herself onto my dick. I stayed there on all fours, allowing her to ride me from below, her legs pumping herself up onto me in long powerful thrusts. My own body was screaming for release, but I held back, wanting to make what I expected to be the last, go on longer. "OH FUCK!" she cried as she lifted herself toward me, my body now stroking down to meet hers do they slapped together loudly. The impacts made her tits wiggle and move in ways that only drove me higher until I could hold back no longer. With a grunt my body convulsed, shooing my cum deep into her pussy. She cried one final time as she pulled us together and then lay panting, her body jerking in time with mine as I emptied myself into her pulsating pussy. "Damn!" I said softly as I held myself up on my elbows, my chest barely touching her heaving breasts and hard nipples. "Yes. I agree." She panted. We lay that way for some time, each looking deeply into each other's eyes. I felt like she were searching for something deep within me, but I never decided if she found it or not. "I think it's time to take you down the mountain before I keep you here forever." She whispered. "I don't have to leave." "By now you're friend is worried, and you don't seem the type to let someone worry without cause." "No, I'm not." I admitted reluctantly. "There is a small town at the bottom of the mountain. I'll take you down by snowmobile. You can contact the sheriff there about your car and your friend." "I appreciate that." I answered just before she lifted herself up with her arms around my neck and gave me a deep kiss. It seemed to last forever, and she seemed genuinely reluctant when she finally released me. I got up, my dick sliding from her, and held a hand out to help her up, which she accepted. I watched as she dressed, disappointed as each bit of her body were slowly covered. "You better dress warm. It is quite cold out today." "How cold?" "Easily ten below." She said simply as she pulled out a pair of furry pants. "It wasn't supposed to get that cold." "The weather is funny on a mountain." She said as she pulled on an equally furry parka. Finally dressed, she opened the door and crawled out on the three feet of snow that had piled up against the door. I followed her outside, my gloves pushing away the small crystals of cold snow. More had come down that I expected, and as she had said, the temperature was very cold, much more than was predicted. She made her way around behind the cabin and I soon heard the sound of a small engine putting in the cold air. I tried to turn on my GPS, but found that it's batteries were dead. "Must have left it on last night." I said to myself as Song drove around the side of the cabin on a snowmobile that looked easily thirty or more years old. She stopped near me and held out a hand. I climbed aboard, pack and all, and squeezed her tightly as I sat behind her. "No funny business!" she said with a laugh as she squeezed my hands against her chest. I held her tightly as she raced off through the snow, the machine sending up showers of snow each time she carved a curve around a tree or rock outcropping. I was surprised at how fast the trip down was, compared to how long it took me to get up. I was only beginning to get chilled when she drew the machine to a stop near a small cluster of buildings. "I better not go any farther. The sheriff's office is the third on down there." She said pointing with her furry mitten. "You're not coming?" "No, I'm afraid this is where we part." "Will I ever see you again?" I asked, honestly wishing to. "That depends. Maybe." She said with a sad face. "But not as soon as I would like Mike Michaels. I will miss you!" "Me as well." I answered as she blew me a kiss and then raced off up the hill we had just come down. I trudged down the street to the office marked sheriff, and walked in. "Hey. Can you help me out?" I asked the graying old deputy sitting behind a desk. "What can I do for you?" he asked, getting up and walking toward the counter I was in front of. "I had a wreck in the storm last night. I need to get hold of my buddy and let him know I'm ok." "There wasn't a storm last night." He said, looking at me like I was drinking. "Yeah, it dumped all that snow out there. I got lost heading up to grizzly Ridge." "Grizzly ridge? Just who are you?" he asked with a sideways look. "Mike Michaels. Did my buddy call down and let you know I was lost?" "Yes sir! Yes sir he did. But that was nearly a week ago." He said looking at me. "Yours a red Chevy four wheeler?" "Yep. Went through a guardrail up one of these roads. Song said I wasn't on the right ridge or road anymore." "SONG?" He asked, now looking at me like I was not only drinking but smoking pot. "Song who?" "Song Cho. Nice woman, mid thirties, oriental? She put me up last night and then brought me down on her snowmobile." "Buddy, I don't know what you're playin' at, but Song Cho's been dead for darn near twenty years. Her cabin burned to the ground back in eighty seven." I stood and stared at him, not wanting to believe what he said. If she were dead, who was I with, and even more, if it's been a week, what happened to that week? All I could recall was one night and morning! And I can guarantee that the sex I had was NOT with a ghost! Was it? Snowbound Carole was in serious trouble, and she knew it. If she didn't get out of the weather before too long she was going to freeze to death. Separated from her skiing party, she had gone the wrong way, into increasingly driving snow. Now she was past shivering, hypothermia was taking hold. She knew she was going to freeze to death within a couple of short hours. Carole didn't know exactly how long it took for a person to die from exposure, figures were irrelevant at this stage to her, she just knew it wasn't going to be long! Stumbling on, unable to see more than a few feet in front of her, following what she believed may have been a path, she looked for some form of shelter, anything to get out of the weather. Then, when she felt unable to continue, the snow had eased for the briefest of moments, and up ahead and to her left, she could see the dimmest of lights. Forcing herself forward, toward the light, she blindly stumbled through a small fast flowing stream, the freezing water burning like knives. Her skiing attire was never designed to provide this sort of protection from the elements. Carole lost sight of the light, but continued onward regardless, knowing this was her only chance of survival. Again she caught sight of the light, brighter now, but the last few metres appeared to be going to beat her. Angry with herself for her weakness, she literally dragged herself forward to the door. She fell against the door rather than knocked, and trying to turn the handle was beyond her ability in her present state. Lying in a crumpled pile at the foot of the door, Carole fumbled with the door handle, and then lost consciousness. How long she slept was not clear to her until much later, as was how she had managed to end up in a bed. But she was warm at least and very thankful for that. She drifted in and out of sleep for the first morning and most of the afternoon, unaware of who had come to her rescue, who had seen fit to take care of her, or indeed, where she in fact was. Unaware also, of the man who entered on several occasions to check her welfare. Evening came, and Carole awoke to find an elderly man with rugged good looks sitting on the end of the bed watching her. "Hi," she croaked. The man appraised Carole in silence for five long seconds before he responded. "Hi yourself. How are you feeling?" Without waiting for a response, he smiled suddenly and continued, "You really shouldn't wander around out there in this weather, you might catch a cold." Carole tried to sit up, but found the effort was too much just yet. "I can't thank you enough. I thought I was going to die. I don't think I would have lasted much longer in this weather. And by the sounds of it, it doesn't seem to have let up at all." "You must be Carole." A statement, more than a question. "Yes, how did you know?" she asked. "I've been in touch with the authorities by telephone, and advised them of your presence and location, and they in turn advised me of who you are, and that they had been in the process of preparing a search for you, to begin as soon as the weather eases. "However, they have also advised me that this has set in, and may continue for another three to four days. I'm afraid that you would have been well and truly beyond any help by then. I informed them that you were hypothermic when I found you, but that now you are fine. I also told them that I would look after you, and see to it that you arrived back at the lodge when the weather clears. "So, until then, it seems you are a prisoner here." For some unaccountable reason, the last statement sent a shiver through Carole, or perhaps it was simply the aftermath of her ordeal with the ice and snow. The man stood and turned for the door, giving Carole a good look at the man who had pulled her from death's door, literally, and whom it appeared, she would be spending the next three or four days with. He was tallish, approximately six foot, Carole guessed. Somewhat older than Carole. In fact, Carole was guessing he was around fifty, give or take a couple of years. And trim, without being lean. Not huge by any means. The sort of build you would expect on a man who has remained active all his life. He was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a tee shirt. "I don't even know your name to thank you properly." "Master." "I'm sorry, what did you say?" "Masters. Jack Masters." "Oh. Well, thank you Jack. I know this sound's like a clique, but I really don't know how I will ever be able to repay you." Jack paused as he reached doorway, glanced back over his shoulder, and with a twinkle in his eye, responded, "Oh, we have at least three days to work something out." And then he had left the room before Carole could tell whether he was joking or not. Surely he was, she thought. He had to be. "Yes, I'm sure it was a joke. I must still be tired." As she took stock of her surroundings, she noted she was in a large bed, a queen size by the look of it, made of a dark wood, and with posts in each corner. Soft sheets, with one blanket, as the room was lovely and warm. The room itself was quite spacious, and had a masculine feel to it...yes, unmistakably masculine. There was a large mirror on the wall to the side of the bed, a large window on the wall past the foot of the bed, and as she surveyed the rest of the room she saw above the bed head a framed print of a beautiful semi naked woman reclining. A chest of drawers below the mirror, a bedside table on either side of the bed, and an antique looking chair in the corner completed the furniture in the room. Attached, to the side, was a walk-in robe, and an ensuite. Suddenly it dawned on Carole that he must have undressed her, warmed her in some way, and placed her in bed. She realised that she was dressed in a man's shirt, most probably his, and that she had no other clothing on, no bra, and no panties. No panties! Oh no! What had she done?! Last night, (was it last night?) feeling daring, and silly, and in the holiday mood, and being more than a little tipsy, Carole had shaved her pussy! Leaving a small patch of naturally auburn hair at the top, Carole had shaved her bikini line and vulva. In fact, as Carole felt herself now, she knew she was completely bare down there, not even a single strand of hair other than the little strip on her mound. Carole was not a prude by any means, but she was definitely more than a little embarrassed. Carole was quite pleasing to the eye. Standing a little over five foot, she was a natural redhead, with green eyes, and a pretty face, and for a woman just turned forty, not a bad body at all. A Marylyn Munro figure with 36D cup breasts, she was definitely beddable. No, Carole was not undesirable. She just felt a little weird, that was all. To have been unconscious, undressed by a man she had never met, completely naked, and obviously handled by him to have been placed in the bed, and to be dressed in his shirt...... "Stop it!" she said to herself. "Here is an attractive man....did I say attractive? Yes I suppose he is. Here is a man....there that's better; here is a man who has saved my life! I should be eternally grateful!" Then why, she wondered did she have this feeling of unease, after only one brief talk with him? Carole threw back the blanket and had just placed one foot on the floor, her other leg still on the bed, with the shirt riding up to her hips, when Jack walked in with a tray of warm soup, some toast, and a hot cup of tea. Her naked pussy had been exposed, for the briefest of moments before she rebounded back into the bed but did not have time to pull the blanket up to cover herself. Instead, she held the tails of the shirt down as best she could without being obvious. If Jack had seen anything he gave no sign of it, although Carole couldn't see how he could not have seen. Besides, she knew he had already seen as much of her as he could possibly want. Maybe she was being silly. Yes, she decided, she was. Her feeling of unease began to fade a little. "This should help return your energy," he said. Feeling very awkward with Jack walking in on her at just the wrong moment, Carole found it very hard to look him in the eyes. Forcing herself, she raised her head and thanked him. As he placed the tray on her outstretched legs, his hands brushing down the sides of both thighs as he did so. Carole jumped slightly at the contact, almost spilling the tea, and she felt a tingle run through her. "I'm sorry" Jack said. Before she realised it, Jack reached up with one hand and cupped her face. "You must still be tired. Rest. We have plenty of time. Just place the tray to the side when you're finished and I will collect it later. You need to rest. You will be fine tomorrow. I will see you in the morning." "Thank you," was all Carole could manage to say. For some reason, she had not been able to look at Jack, and had looked down submissively, when he had held her face. But she also knew there had been something in the touch of his hands on her thighs, and the way he held her face. It was......intimate. Yes, that was it. There was a feeling of intimacy in the way he touched her. And something else. It was controlling. And for some reason, Carole felt she was not at all in control of any of this. Surely she was being paranoid! Carole tried to push these thoughts away and concentrated on devouring the soup and toast, and savoured the lovely cup of tea. When she was finished, she placed the tray on one of the bedside tables, lay back, and before long fell into a heavy sleep, that took her right through the night. On waking in the morning, Carole listened for signs of Jack, and hearing none, slipped quietly out of bed and into the ensuite. She completed her ablutions, started the shower, waiting for the water to run hot, and then stepped in, relishing the feel of steaming water as it streamed through her hair and down her body. Spending a good five minutes soaking up the warmth of the water, Carole stepped out and dried herself on a soft white fluffy towel. She then selected a second, dry towel, and wrapped it around herself, which covered all of her, down to the top third of her thighs. With the used towel, she wrapped it around her hair, and thus "dressed" she walked out through the bedroom to take her first look at the house she would spend the next three days in. It was a large house, with an open plan living area. The bedroom Carole had occupied was one of five, all large, two, including the master bedroom with their own ensuite, and all fully furnished. The master bedroom, she was to learn, was half as large again as the others. She first passed a bathroom that was spacious, and lavishly finished, with floor to ceiling tiles, a large mirror, glass shower stall, and a corner spa bath. Next there was a toilet, the laundry, and three of the other bedrooms, furnished similar to the one she occupied, but without ensuites. The hallway ended with the last bedroom, so Carole backtracked to her room and turned to her left, taking her into a very large day room, what in most houses would be the family room, but this one was more of a sitting room with a couple of lounges placed in such a way as to take in the view from what appeared to be the back wall of the house, that was almost entirely glass. Double French doors opened onto decking with a banister. The only thing to be seen, however, was the driving snow, and little else. Leading off the day room was a games room with a full size snooker table, several stools, and a bar in the one corner. Overlooking the day room was a galley kitchen, very modern, and very clean, with all the modern conveniences and appliances. Carole had expected to see Jack by now, so she continued to wander through the house, looking for him. She left through the kitchen, continuing to explore as she went, and entered a spacious dining room with a beautiful dining table with space for eight people, made of rich mahogany wood with matching chairs, sitting on lush carpet. The dining room itself overlooked a spacious sunken lounge room, which, like the rest of the house, had a definite male presence about it. The lounge chairs themselves were of a rich deep colour. Side tables and lamps were beside the main lounge, casting a warm subdued lighting throughout the room. On one wall was a large plasma flat screen television, with a cabinet beneath, which Carole presumed held the owner's stereo and DVD player. A slow combustion heater, recessed into one wall, was burning, accounting for the general warmth throughout the house. It appeared to be very efficient. The entire house, so far, had been clean and tidy, with nothing out of place. This man was definitely not a slob. Open French doors led through the far wall of the lounge into an entrance hallway, where large double doors, the doors Carole assumed, being the same ones she last remembered collapsing against, were shut against the ferocious weather she could still hear raging outside. Entering the hall and following it, Carole continued her unguided tour of the house, quietly amazed at the size of it and quality of the furnishings and fittings. She was starting to feel somewhat uneasy, not having yet found Jack, but then she still hadn't completed her circuit of the house yet. Just the same, Carole called out to Jack in a tentative voice. No response. Still more doors led off the hallway she was in, most prominent belonging to the main bedroom. The door was ajar, and with a slight push, it swung quietly open to reveal a very spacious master bedroom, lavishly furnished, with large bay windows. The curtains were drawn, letting in the soft filtered light of early morning. Carole jumped when she realised that the room was occupied. On the bed lay Jack, breathing deeply in sleep. Automatically, Carole started to back out of the room, but then she stopped. Feeling very nervous, but unable to help herself, she stepped cautiously into the room, advancing half way to the bed. Ready to retreat, like a bird poised to take flight, Carole took the opportunity to have a good look at her host, while he was unable to know that he was being observed. After all, she reasoned, he had observed her in just such a position. Yes, her first impression had been correct. He was an attractive man, even in sleep. The room, like the rest of the house, was warm but not hot or stifling, and Jack slept with just a sheet that covered him to the waist. One hand rested on his stomach, with the other arm thrown back over his head, he lay on his back snoring softly. Carole took another tentative step toward the bed, and then other, and then she had advanced to the foot of the bed before she realised it. Jack had no facial hair, but had a full chest of hair, which Carole watched rise and fall as he slept. And then something happened that Carole had never seen before, not even in the fifteen years she had been married. Jack started to get an erection in his sleep. Where the sheets rested at the junction of his legs, the outline of his penis was visible, and then his penis started to thicken. Before long, the sheet started to rise, tenting like a tepee. Again, Carole wanted to leave, and again she seemed unable to do so. He certainly wasn't small, she thought! Soon, Carole caught herself fantasizing, as Jack slept, imagining herself impaled on his now fully erect cock, hands straight out in front of her holding onto the bed head, Jack cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Suddenly, Jack stirred, and Carole found she had bolted for the door before she had even realised she had moved! As she reached for the door, she looked back over her shoulder and saw that Jack was still sound asleep. Carole wondered how anyone could ever steal into someone else's house and rob them while they slept. She knew she would never have the nerves for it. Carole pulled the door to, and listened to the sound of Jack's breathing for a moment longer, just to be sure. Yes, he was still sound asleep. She waited a moment longer to allow herself to calm down, and then she moved on. Further down the hall Carole stopped again, and leaned against the wall, still a little on edge from the start she had given herself. Deciding she would just go back to her room and wait for Jack to wake, Carole continued along the hallway. She passed a couple of doors that appeared to be cupboards on either side of the hall, a study with the usual items of desk, computer, printer, and assorted stationary, all very neat, and was about to pass another door, this one closed, when she decided, what the hell. Carole hesitantly opened the door, and found a set of stairs leading down. She presumed they led to a garage, for at the bottom of the stairs was another door, also shut. About to close the upper door, she changed her mind and descended the stairs, and opened the second door. The room was in darkness, but by running her hand along the wall near the doorway, Carole found the light switch, and turned the lights on. What she found took her breath away. It was a dungeon, complete with all manner of equipment for the administration of bondage and discipline! Just what, Carole wondered, had she gotten herself into? On the walls was an array of various whips, chains, clamps, and restrain devices, masks and gags, rings and eyebolts fastened to the walls to hold some poor unsuspecting soul who happened to tumble in out of the snow! There were other items as well; things Carole had no idea to which their purpose was intended. There were leather contraptions, bars with leather loops for holding arms and legs, and there was a couple of benches, also with restraint holds, and what looked like a leather swing, hanging from chains from the beams that spanned the ceiling. Also at various intervals, there were other chains hanging from the beams. The floor itself was the only harmless looking thing in the room, being covered in a lush deep red carpet. The room was again very spacious. The entire effect was both frightening, and intriguing. All of this, Carole took in in a moment, and then she knew she had to leave before Jack woke and found her in his lair. She turned and bolted up the stairs, pulling the door behind her as she entered the hallway, shutting it with more force than she had intended. From there, she practically sprinted to the end of the hall, ignoring two other doors on her left, she turned right and found herself back at the kitchen, which she skirted, passing straight through the day room, making her way back to her room. She had to get out of here. Ok. How? She had no money, no clothes! And nowhere to run to! What to do? Think! The phone! Yes that was it, she'd call for help to come and get her somehow! And what would she tell them? That the man who had saved her life, nursed her back from the brink of death, had done nothing to her except show kindness. But he has a dungeon! Ok, ok! Calming herself down, Carole tried to think clearly. Clothes were something she had do do something about. She certainly wasn't going to go prancing around this mansion anymore in a towel that barely covered her. The shirt Jack had supplied her wasn't any better. Sitting on the bed with her legs pressed close together and her hands in her lap, she contemplated her predicament And that was when Jack walked in. "Good morning. I'm glad to see you're up. How are you feeling?" he asked. "Er....fine thanks. Yes, I'm fine" Carole stated nervously. "Good. Do you feel like some breakfast?" "Yes, that would be great thanks," affirmed Carole, "Er...are my clothes dry, or would you by any chance have any clothes I could borrow?" "Yes, of course. How unthinking of me! You'll find some ladies clothes in the wardrobe and the drawers in the bedroom at the end of the hallway. Just go straight ahead when you come out of here. You can't miss it. There isn't much, but I should think you will find something in there that will fit you." Snowbound I slowly turned left at the hotel. The headlights from the SUV danced across the snow-covered parking lot. We were hoping to get a couple rooms before the heavy snow made the roads completely unsafe for travel. But, just as I pulled into the parking spot and slid the gearshift into park, the "No Vacancy" light turned on. We couldn't believe our eyes. Just when we thought our luck couldn't get any worse, our last chance at finding a place to stay for the night seemed to disappear right in front of our eyes. I looked at Julianne Hough in the passenger seat and couldn't think of anything comforting to say. We had been on the road since 1:30pm, but had only covered about 90 miles due to the heavy snow. I looked at my watch - 9:24pm. Had we really been in the car for almost 8 hours? After landing in St. Louis, we had grabbed lunch and picked up our rental car. It was only supposed to take a couple hours to get to Columbia for Julianne's show at the Blue Note, a well-known music venue in the region. But, the forecast of light snow turned into a full blizzard and forced us to drive down the highway at a turtle's pace. I did my best to maintain focus on the slippery road, but it was difficult not to be distracted by Julianne's appearance. In addition to her lovely face and beautiful blonde hair, her body is enough to make men stop in their tracks, especially in the tight jeans she was wearing today. They hugged tightly to her plump dancer ass. For such a petite girl, her breasts looked surprisingly large in a white sweater. I've often been told that I'm a good looking guy, but I knew that I wasn't in her league. We did have a great time in the car, though. She is quick with a smile and has a sense of humor that made conversation easy and fun. She even laughed at my silly jokes. I couldn't help but be enchanted by her. I actually didn't mind the slow travel as it gave me a chance to talk to Julianne. I was a big fan of hers ever since I used to watch the "Dancing with the Stars" television show with my wife. Julianne had won the competition a couple times. She was a crowd favorite with her beauty, stage presence, and bubbly personality. She had parlayed that success into what was now a rising career as a country music star and an actress. When I first started working for Julianne's management company a couple years ago, I immediately noticed her name on their list of clients but this was our first chance to work together. It was my job to escort her from a photo shoot to the concert. "I can't believe that just happened", Julianne said as she looked at the "No Vacancy" sign that hung above us. "I know", was all the comfort I was able to manage. What started as a great day had quickly deteriorated into one headache after another. A flat tire. Nearly running out of gas. 18-wheeler accident that closed the highway and forced us to detour through the back roads of Missouri. The "No Vacancy" sign was the last straw. I looked at Julianne and saw a tear run down her cheek. "It's OK. I'll figure it out." I told her, not believing my own words. She tried to smile and wiped away the tear, looking younger than her 22 years. I could feel myself being drawn to her - wanting to hug her, hold her, and kiss her - but I was 29 years old and felt even older. Was I really hoping that she would be attracted to me? "I'll go inside and see if they have anything available." I hurried out of the car as the wind howled through the small town. The blowing snow stung my cheek. I had to figure something out. This was the only hotel in town and there wasn't another place to stay for 30 miles. It would take us a couple hours to get there and who knows if they would have any rooms available. I pulled my coat tightly around me and walked inside the small motel lobby. I was met by the sounds of 4 small children running around the cramped lobby. The parents were standing at the desk and quickly turned around as the door chimed to announce my entrance. "Looking for a room?" the owner asked as he looked up from his registration log. He didn't wait for me to answer. "I'm sorry. This family took my last two rooms." "I was afraid you were going to say that," I said with a forced smile. "You don't have anything? My friend and I have been driving in the snow all day and we don't have anywhere to stay." One of the kids threw a toy that bounced into my leg. The mother apologized. I told her it wasn't a problem. My son used to do stuff like that. "I'm sorry, friend." the owner said. "I wish I could help you, but I'm booked solid." "OK, I understand. We'll figure something out. Thanks anyway." I said as I tried to figure out what I was going to say to Julianne. I looked out the lobby window and saw her sitting in the passenger seat. I zipped up my coat and started to walk out the door when I heard something that changed my luck. "You can have one of our rooms." I spun around to see the parents of the family looking at me with a kind smile. I couldn't help but return a big smile. "Thank you. Are you sure? You have a big family for one room." "It's OK. We can make due. Nobody should be out on a night like this. We will need the room with two queen beds though." "The other room just has one King bed. It's not much, but we do call it the Honeymoon Suite." the owner quickly added. "Will that work?" he asked. "We will make it work", I quickly responded, "I really appreciate it." After the family had been given their key and hurried to their room, I gave my credit card to the owner. I asked, "That room doesn't have a pull-out couch, does it?" The owner answered without looking up, "No, sure doesn't. Never thought about putting a pull-out couch in a honeymoon suite." "Guess not," I said with a laugh. I would have to sleep on the floor. At this point, that didn't sound too bad. "Any place to eat around here?" "There's a pizza shop around the corner," the owner answered, "And a bar next to it. They serve food too. We have a little breakfast here in the office every morning" I went back to my car and showed Julianne the room key. She nearly jumped out of the SUV with joy. "You are my hero", she blurted out as she squeezed my arm. The room was small, but clean. There was a fireplace in the corner. I set the bags down on the bed and went to the restroom. I pulled the door shut, but the latch was broke and the door wouldn't close all the way. When I finished going to the bathroom, I told Julianne about the pizza place the owner had mentioned and offered to run over there for a pizza. "That would be great. I'm starving." she said. "I'll take a shower while you are gone, if that's OK." I was almost halfway to the pizza shop when I realized that my wallet was still in my duffel bag. "You need money to buy a pizza, you freezing idiot", I mumbled to myself as I turned around. I used my key to open the room door and heard the shower running. I reached for my duffel bag when a flash in the mirror caught my eye. The bathroom door had slid open a few inches thanks to the broken latch and from where I stood next to the bed, the mirror in the room reflected right into the bathroom. The door opening wasn't much, but I could see Julianne pull her sweater over her head to reveal a red bra. My cock immediately moved in my boxers. As much as I knew I shouldn't be watching her, my eyes were glued to her tight body. I couldn't make myself leave as she reached around and unhooked her bra. I caught just a fleeting glimpse of her round, perky breasts as she turned toward the shower. Her jeans quickly dropped to the floor, revealing a red thong. It was easy to see the result of her years of dancing as the lean muscles in her thighs and ass flexed as she slid the jeans off her bare feet. I noticed my cock swelling to a full erection against my jeans as she dropped her thong to the floor and quickly hopped into the shower and pulled the shower curtain closed. It had been so long since I had seen a naked woman that my cock begged me to stay. "What are you going to do? Barge into the shower?" I asked the empty room. I didn't have a good answer. I picked up my wallet and walked out the door. I returned from the pizza place shivering from the cold wind. I found her brushing her shoulder-length blonde hair and sitting on the bed. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and pair of cotton shorts that showed off her tan, shapely legs. Her back was arched as she brushed her hair, which pushed her chest forward making it very clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. "The pizza is probably frozen" I smiled and opened the pizza box. "I don't care. I'm so hungry." We both grabbed a piece of pizza, and then another. It was delicious. It didn't take us long to finish the entire pizza. I needed to take a shower. Julianne said that she was exhausted. "I'm going to go to sleep. Do you mind?" she asked. "Not at all", I said pointing at the corner of the room, "I'll grab the blankets from the closet and make my bed over there after I shower." "Don't be silly. You aren't sleeping on the floor", she protested. "The bed is plenty big for both of us." I wasn't going to argue. The floor looked pretty uncomfortable. Julianne turned off the light and climbed into bed as I walked into the bathroom. The thought that I was going to sleep in the same bed with Julianne Hough crossed my mind and immediately brought my cock to a semi-erect status. I turned the shower on and completely undressed. The water in the shower was taking forever to warm up, so I starting brushing my teeth. Suddenly, I heard the bed squeak from the other room. I looked out the door opening and could faintly see Julianne in the mirror sitting up in bed and looking at my naked body. I could see her eyes move down my body to my cock and then back up to my eyes. When our eyes met, she quickly laid back down. I took my shower and quickly climbed into my side of the bed. I could hear Julianne breathing deeply as she faced the door, so I figured that she had fallen asleep. "Had she really been watching me?" I thought to myself. "You are being silly. She could have any guy she wants. She was probably just rolling over." I turned to face the opposite direction and did my best to give her room. As much as I yearned to be close to Julianne and feel her body next to mine, I prided myself on being a gentleman and didn't want to give the slightest indication that I would try to take advantage of her. I stared at the wall, but couldn't fall asleep. My cock throbbed with a large erection. Suddenly, Julianne spoke. "Don't you need to call your wife?" she asked, "To let her know that we made it safely?" The question hit me like a punch in the stomach. "No, I'm not married." It still hurt to say those words. "But, you said that you used to watch "Dancing with the Stars" with your wife. And you wear a wedding ring." Outside the room, a large truck went down the road slowly. "My wife died almost three years ago." The words pierced like the blowing snow against my cheek earlier. "Car accident. She was with my son. Drunk driver. They both died instantly." "I'm so sorry. I had no idea." Silence hung in the room for about a minute. "I'm not sure why I still wear the ring." I finally said. "I guess I haven't been ready to let go." Silence again. "Will you put your arm around me?" Julianne asked. I rolled over and put my arm around her. I noticed that I no longer had an erection. ..................................................................................... I woke up early to the sound of another truck moving slowly down the highway. I looked over and saw that Julianne was sleeping, curled up under the blankets. I quietly got out of bed. I tried not to wake her as I did my daily routine of 200 push-ups and 300 sit-ups. I had slipped a little bit since my days of playing college football, but I still did my best to stay in shape. As I was doing my push-ups, I saw that her bra had fallen under the bed. It was only a couple feet from my face and it was easy to see "32B" stitched into the tag. The vision of her supple breasts in the mirror from last night flashed across my mind. I would have guessed bigger than a B-cup. But, they probably looked bigger on her petite frame. What would be it like to feel them in my hands? Taste them with my tongue? "Don't think about it." I reminded myself. I had to get my mind off Julianne, so I decided to see if the owner had any coffee down at the breakfast in the office. I opened the room door hoping to see a nice day, but I was greeted by more snow. There was at least 18 inches of snow on the ground. It must have snowed all night and it was still coming down. I guess I wouldn't be finishing my daily workout with my regular 5-mile jog. The owner's wife was working the desk this morning. I smiled at her and offered a "Good Morning" to her. I saw a pot of coffee and a couple dozen donuts on a table. The AM radio behind the desk was softly playing an old Sam Cooke song. I was filing up a Styrofoam cup with coffee when the owner's wife said, "I guess you'll be needing that room for another night. State Highway Department is recommending no travel on the roads today. Too much snow." "I guess so", I said, "I appreciate you taking care of us." When I got back to the room with coffee and donuts, Julianne was awake on the bed. I handed her a cup of coffee and put the donuts on the small table. I told her that we were stranded for another day due to the blizzard. Julianne took a sip of the hot coffee and ate a donut. Eventually, she looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, "I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have asked about your wife. I'm too nosy sometimes." "Don't worry about it." I said as I sat down next to her on the bed, "You had no way of knowing. Please don't feel bad." Julianne put her coffee down on the table and turned toward me, "Your wife was a lucky girl." I was caught off guard by her comment and looked at her. She put her hand on my arm and her eyes shifted down to my lips. I instinctively leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed me back and her tongue slowly slid into my mouth. We continued to kiss for several minutes as my cock quickly hardened in my jeans. We pulled back and looked at each other. She looked so young. So beautiful. I leaned in to kiss her again and we fell back on the bed. She pulled the sheet over our bodies as I kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear. I quickly took my shirt off and Julianne pulled her shirt over her head. We pressed our naked chests against each other. I took turns taking her pink nipples into my mouth until they were hard. I took off my jeans as my erection rose within my boxers. I climbed on top of her, kissing her deeply as I felt her breasts brush against my chest again. The electricity between us magnified with every touch. It was all happening so fast, but it felt like it was out of our control. I had to have her and I knew she felt the same way. I reached down and slid her shorts and panties off her hips. Pushing them off with my foot, she moaned with pleasure as I reached down to touch her pussy. It was wet and her labia were swollen with excitement. The time was right for us to be together. I pushed my boxers off, removing the last layer of clothing between us. I'm not sure my 8-inch cock had ever been harder. I had condoms in my duffle bag -- an old habit - but first I wanted to kiss her again. I needed to kiss her again. As my lips gently pressed against her mouth, my cock rubbed against her thigh. With that final kiss, it was time to give ourselves to each other. But, she stopped me first, tentatively pushing me off her. She pulled the sheet up over her chest. "I'm sorry," she said, "I want to ... I really do ... but I've never done this before." "You've never had sex in a cheap hotel?", I said with a smile, "Me either." "No, I've never had sex before. I'm a virgin." "Oh, that's OK," was all that I could think to say. "I've always wanted to wait until I was married," she said, "I want to. I like you. But, I'm sorry. I can't." "It's OK," I said as my erection continued to throb beneath the sheets, "If it makes you feel better, I haven't had sex since my wife died." "Really?" she asked as she sat up. The sheet fell to her lap, revealing those tender pink nipples that I longed to touch again. "You are so good looking. You must have plenty of chances." "I guess," I replied, "But it never felt right ... until now." She leaned closer, pressing her body against my side and kissed me deeply. Her hand rubbed my chest and slid down to my firm stomach. She looked down at the tent my cock was making in the sheet. "I really am sorry. I shouldn't have let it go that far and get you so excited. But, I can help you," she said as her hand continued to slide down my body. "I haven't had sex, but I've not completely inexperienced." She caressed my shaved balls in her hand. "I can make you feel good." she promised. I didn't say a word as she pushed the sheet off my lap, exposing my thick cock that was still at a full erection. She wrapped her slender fingers around the shaft and started slowly sliding her hand up and down. I laid back on the pillow and closed my eyes. The soft touch was driving me. For several minutes, she took her time pleasuring every inch of my cock with her delicate stroke. "It's so big," she said as her rhythm increased. The stroke of her hand was more than enough to bring me to a quick orgasm, but I wanted more. I needed more. "Suck my cock," I said. I didn't like the way it sounded -- too rough, too crude - but I knew she wouldn't mind. "I've never done that," I heard her say. After a few more strokes with her hand, I felt her soft lips wrap around the head of my cock. Her hand rubbed my balls as she slid her mouth gingerly up and down the shaft. I opened my eyes to see her doing her best to satisfy my needs. Despite her inexperience, she was taking more than half of my cock into her mouth with each downward bob of her head. Her hand slid back up to the shaft and stroked me quickly as she continued with her first blowjob. The warmth from Julianne's effort began to build inside me, spreading throughout my body as I approached my orgasm. "I'm going to cum, baby," I warned Julianne. She crawled between my legs and used both hands to bring me to the edge. Rubbing my cock as fast as she could, it felt like three years' worth of cum reached the boiling point in my balls. The orgasm exploded throughout my body. Julianne's touch brought my release with unprecedented volume and strength. Spurt after sport of hot cum blasted on my stomach and chest with each stroke of Julianne's hands. 5 spurts ... 10 spurts ... and I was still cumming. Finally, the heat faded away and I was lost in the aftermath of the great pleasure. I felt Julianne get off the bed, but I was unable to move or open my eyes. She returned quickly with a towel and began to clean off my body. "Thank you," I said, not talking about the towel. "I wanted to do it. You have been so good to me," she replied with a smile." I can't believe there was so much." When she was done with the towel, I pulled her to the bed and kissed her. Now, it was my turn to explore her body with my warm hands. I started with her lovely breasts. Teasing the nipples with my tongue and rubbing firmly with my hands. I could tell that it was a sensitive area for Julianne as she immediately started breathing quicker. I slid further down and covered her flat stomach with kisses. I moved my right hand down the side of her body and then slid it between her legs. I gently rubbed the inside of her thigh. She moaned loudly at my touch and squeezed her own breasts as my hand reached her pussy. It was cleanly shaven, except for a small patch of pubic hair above her clitoris. Snowbound Her pussy was very wet already. I wanted to taste it and I quickly moved down to slide my tongue along the outer edge. It had the fresh taste of a virgin pussy and I gorged myself on the exquisite flavor with my tongue. I tenderly probed her pussy with my tongue for several minutes before turning my attention to her clitoris. It was swollen, begging for my touch. "Oh my god, Mark" Julianne whispered as I began to pleasure her most sensitive spot. My tongue swirled around her clitoris as I gently rubbed her pussy with my finger. She began moaning loudly now and the waves of pleasure were starting to build throughout her firm body. After just a couple more minutes, I knew that she was reaching her own powerful orgasm. "Oh Mark, Oh Mark, Oh! Oh! Oh! OOOOHHHH!" She grabbed the sheets with her hands and arched her back as her orgasm built to a climax and then exploded through her body. The waves of ecstasy flowed through her body and released a small rush of liquid from her virgin pussy. The muscles in her stomach and thighs pulsated with every wave of the orgasm. Finally, her body relaxed and she ran her hands through her blonde hair. "Mark, that was amazing." ................................................................. We stayed in bed for a couple hours, talking and laughing. I ran to the pizza shop at lunch and grabbed another pizza. When I got back, Julianne was flipping through the pay-per-view options on the TV. "Do you want to watch a movie?" she asked. "Sure," I said as I took a big bite of pizza. We ended up watching two movies. She picked "Twilight Eclipse" first. I wasn't caught up on the Twilight books or movies, so she had to explain the story to me. She was patient with my questions and curled up next to me during the scary scenes. I enjoyed the movie, but the company was the best part. "OK, it's your turn to pick," she said. "Inception...Grown-ups...Toy Story 3", I said as I flipped through the pay-per-view movies, "Hey, here is an interesting one -- The Hind Side", I said with a laugh. "What's that?" Julianne asked with a laugh, "Is that a porno?" "I think so. Should we watch it to find out?" I teased. "I'll watch it. I've never seen a porno," she said. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Sure, we are all adults here, unless you will be embarrassed." she said with a glimmer of excitement. "No, I think I can handle it," I said as I started the movie. As we guessed, the movie was an adult film with lots of explicit sex scenes. We laughed at the poor acting and horrible dialogue in the movie, but the sex was pretty good. Julianne didn't say much during those scenes, but seemed to be interested in the action on the screen. "I saw "The Blind Side" and I don't remember Sandra Bullock's character doing any of that," I said at the end of the movie after Bullock's character swallowed a big load from a big, black man. We decided to go to the bar for dinner. We each took a shower and got dressed before walking over to the bar. The snow had stopped and it seemed to be warming up. The bar was pretty full when we got there, but we found a table in the back of the room. The food was surprisingly good and we sat for a couple hours eating and talking. On the dance floor, a decent crowd of people was dancing to a song that I didn't recognize. "Care to dance?" Julianne said as she stood up and held out her hand. I'm not a bad dancer, but dancing with Julianne is like a high school kid playing basketball with Michael Jordan. She glided so effortlessly on the floor, using every curve of her body to move to the music. It didn't take long for most of the people in the bar to notice Julianne. After a couple fast songs, Madonna's "Crazy For You" began playing. Julianne grabbed my hand and I wrapped my arms around her, swaying to the slow music. "You move pretty well," she said as she wrapped her hands behind my neck, "Compared to you, I have two left feet. "Well, you look pretty good." "Compared to you, I'm the ugly duckling." "Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked. "Can I kiss you?" I asked in reply. "I thought you would never ask, but let's go back to the room." When we got back to the cool room, I started a fire in the fireplace while Julianne went to the restroom to change into more comfortable clothes. I looked out the window and saw two snowplows drive by, pushing large chunks of snow to the side of the road. Julianne emerged from the bathroom wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I couldn't take my eyes off her legs and followed them with my eyes from her muscular thighs to her small, bare feet. "Can I have that kiss now?" she asked as she walked up to me. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her. The snow plows went by again, but I didn't hear them this time. She pushed me to the bed and delicately lifted her shirt over her head revealing a black bra. My breath was taken away as she slid her hands down to her shorts and pushed them off her slender hips revealing a black thong. My cock quickly grew in my jeans as she turned around to unhook her bra. The panties to the floor and she turned around. Standing naked in front of me with the dim light of the room on her body, she looked like the perfect woman, a goddess sent straight from the clouds of Mt. Olympus. "I want you, Mark," she said, "I want you to be my first." I had never taken a girl's virginity before and I didn't take it lightly, especially from someone as wonderful as Julianne. "We don't have to do that, Julianne", I forced myself to say, "If you have been waiting for a special person, you should wait." "You are special," she said as she walked toward me, "I'm ready." She reached for my pants and quickly removed my jeans. I lifted my shirt over my head as she kissed my bare chest. Her hand slid inside my boxers to find my hard cock that was begging for attention. I kissed her with my tongue as she pushed my boxers to the ground. The electricity between us was reaching a point where I knew there wouldn't be any turning back. "Are you sure, Julianne?" "Kiss me." was her only reply and we fell back to the bed in a wet kiss. The passion was pumping through my body and I wasted no time in exploring her body. I rubbed across her nipples with my hands and squeezed her firm breasts. I slid down to kiss her neck, her shoulders, and her breasts. The light from the fireplace flickered across her body. She ran her hands through my dark hair and squeezed my back. We were ready. "I have condoms in my bag," I said as I started to get up. "No, please don't. Not for my first time." "You can get pregnant, Julianne," "I'm on the pill," she said. "My doctor said it would help get me on a regular cycle." "STDs can be spread without protection." "I've never been with anybody. And you haven't for 3 years. I think we are safe." She spread her legs slightly, offering an invitation that I could not pass up. I pushed the tip of my cock against her wet pussy. Her body trembled as I found the slender opening. I slid forward, slowly but firmly sliding into her virgin tunnel and breaking the seal of her womanhood. She pressed her unpainted fingernails into my arms as my cock continued to glide deeper. I looked down and was awestruck by her beauty -- a gift that I had been given. I kissed her deeply as I began to slide back and forth. The warmth of tight pussy squeezed around my cock and flowed to my swollen balls. I knew I wouldn't last long - three years without sex and now exploring the tight, virgin pussy of one of the most beautiful women in the world. "Please go slow," she said with a mixture of excitement and discomfort, "It's so big, so deep inside me." Her legs were flat on the bed, which kept my entire cock from being able to get inside her. I didn't try to get deeper as I could tell that she was struggling with my current penetration. Julianne's body, strengthened by years of dancing, seemed to be pushing against the intrusion as I continued to gently pull back and then fill her again. Her moans were short and brief, as if each thrust was a painful pinch. She wrapped her hands behind my neck and squeezed. Her eyes were open, unable to find the pleasure in my movement. I was going to ask if she was OK, but I knew she wouldn't want me to stop. After a couple more minutes of taking our time, those strong muscles that had been unwilling to embrace my cock began to wrap around my cock and pull it inside with each thrust. She slid her hands down to my ass and lifted her knees in the air. She wrapped her legs around my back, allowing me to finally give her the entire length of my staff. "Oh, Mark", she moaned with pleasure, "you feel so good." I kissed her and started banging her hard, slapping my balls against her ass with each thrust. I tried to hold back my orgasm, but within a few minutes I submitted to the overwhelming pleasure of her virgin pussy. Julianne squeezed her legs tightly around me as I began to climax. My release was large and powerful, painting her love passage with my white seed. I rolled off Julianne and laid on the bed, my cock staying hard. Julianne used a towel to clean up the cum dripping out of her pussy and then snuggled up next to me. "Are you OK?" I asked. "Yes, it hurt really badly at first. But, it got much better." she said, "I was actually getting close to an orgasm at the end." "Really?" "Yes, really," she said as she reached over with her hand to stroke my cock, still covered with her juices. "Can we ... you know ... do it again?" "Roll over." She turned to her left, facing away from me. I spooned behind her and lifted her left leg in the air. I guided my cock to her pussy and entered her. Julianne moaned loudly as I repeatedly rubbed my cock back and forth inside her. She extended her left leg straight, pointing her toes straight up. As I continued to bang her hard, she pulled her next to her body, showing the amazing flexibility of a professional dancer. Her foot was only inches from my mouth and I took the opportunity to suck on her toes. After several minutes, I pushed Julianne to her stomach and moved behind her. As she rose to her hands and knees, I reached between her legs to rub her swollen pussy before entering her doggy-style. I wasted no time in pushing all 8 inches of my hot dick inside her. I grabbed her strong hips and pounded myself into her, letting her feel the heat of my desire. "Oh Mark ... you are ... banging me really hard," Julianne said with the pleasure of an impending orgasm, "I think I'm going to cum." My dick continued to hammer her as she reached her wet climax. Her body shuddered against my cock with each wave of her orgasm. She collapsed to the bed and I followed her down, continuing to buck my hips against her. I kissed her ear and grabbed her wrists with my hands, holding them down as the bed. The tightness of her pussy embraced my repeated advances and began to pull the orgasm out of me. "Roll over," I told Julianne as I pulled out. I was going to cum on her stomach, but she sat up and opened her mouth. "You can put it in my mouth," she said without hesitation. I stood up at the side of the bed and rubbed my cock until I exploded with a powerful climax that filled her mouth with my hot, sticky cum. She swallowed the load and then used her tongue to clean off my cock. "That was amazing, baby," I said as I fell to the bed. "It was better than I ever imagined," she replied, "But, I'm going to be sore tomorrow. Your dick is a lot for my little body." We laid next to each other without another word. I'm not sure who fell asleep first. ................................................................ I woke up in the morning to the sound of Julianne's voice. She was talking on her phone and sitting at the side of the bed. She had her back to me, but I could see that she was still naked. "I know, but there isn't anything I can do," she was saying, "The roads are too dangerous for travel." I got out of bed and looked out the window. The snow had stopped. The sun was shining and I could hear the water drip off the roof from the melting snow. The road had been cleared for the most part. "OK, I'll call you tomorrow," I heard her say as I looked out the window, "Bye". "Who was that?" I asked. "It was Sally." Sally was her manager and my boss. "The roads look fine out there, I said as I turned around, "We can make it back to St. Louis and catch a flight today." "I know," she said as she rolled back into bed, exposing her nude body to me, "But, wouldn't you rather stay in bed with me all day?" Snowbound at Thanksgiving Dave got out of bed and went to the computer at his desk. His daughter Ellie, a sophomore in college, texted him and wanted to talk. As he set up the video chat he wondered what was bothering her, just a day or so before thanksgiving break. She usually came to him with problems rather than her mother. She jokingly referred to herself as a "Daddy's Girl"... though she had always been more distant from her mother. Amy was just not the warm, coddling type; instead pushing Ellie to go to college, get a business degree, and follow in her footsteps. Dave, a self-employed contractor, quietly told Ellie to just choose a life that made her happy. Ellie was already logged on when he came online, and Dave noticed she had been crying as she sat at her desk in her dorm. Dave was always amazed at how beautiful she had become. She was the opposite of her mother, with her curvy body, and long brown hair. "Hi honey, what's wrong?" He asked. "Oh Daddy, I broke up with Greg, I found out he was cheating on me, " she replied sniffling. "Oh no, what happened?" Dave was actually ok with this, as he never really cared for Greg. "Well, he just said he wasn't interested in me any more and then he went out and found someone else." God I'm so stupid. I should have known better. Ummm, I had sex with him Daddy." Dave blushed a bit, and shifted in his seat, feeling uncomfortable. Ellie smiled a bit. "Sorry Dad, it's just that I've always been able to tell you anything." "It's ok honey, " Dave said. "Uh you used protection right? And you are still on the pill?" "Yes Daddy, I just feel used that's all, I thought Greg wanted me for more than a notch on his bedpost." Are you disappointed in me?" "Oh No, honey never. And before you ask, no I won't tell Mom about the sex part. " Ellie smiled. "The immediate problem is that he was my ride home for Thanksgiving. He said he would still do it, but I don't want to be in the car with the jerk. " "Oh that's not a problem kiddo, I will come get you tomorrow. " The campus was about a four hour drive from home. " I don't have any work scheduled the rest of the week." " Oh thank you Daddy," she smiled. They chatted for a bit longer before saying good night. Dave went back to bed next to Amy, who was sound asleep. Dave told Amy what happened the next morning, before she left for work. "Ok, just watch the weather, they are talking about snow this evening, maybe a lot." "I will, don't worry I'll take the truck with it's four wheel drive." "Oh god, you'll embarrass her showing up on a college campus in a contractor's pickup." Dave smiled, " No, I'd embarrass you showing up in that truck, not Ellie." Amy just frowned, as she walked out the door. Dave arrived on campus late in the afternoon as the heavy snow was just beginning.. As he drove through he always enjoyed seeing the pretty young girls. It seemed the trend this fall was black tights and boots, and as he pulled up he admired the sexy round ass of the girl facing away from him talking to a friend. His hand absent-mindedly slipped down and squeezed his growing cock, until the girl turned and he realized it was Ellie. She smiled and ran to the truck as Dave quickly shifted his coat and covered his erection. "Hi Daddy!" Ellie said, "Mom must have flipped when you said you were bringing the truck." Dave laughed, got out and tossed her bags into the back seat. "We better not waste much time Kiddo, the snow is getting bad." Ok, dad, but can we get a bite to eat first? My last class went through lunch and I'm starving." The snow was heavy, and it was dark as they pulled out of the restaurant onto the two lane highway. Dave kept it at forty around the curves. He figured it would be midnight when they got home at that rate. He glanced down as Ellie settled back in her seat stretching, her sweater riding up to reveal her soft smooth belly. She glanced up and smiled, and leaned against him. "Thanks for listening to me last night, Dad" She said. "I love that I can talk to you about anything." "Sure Kiddo, you know I'm always willing to listen." "I just felt so hurt, I mean, to think that Greg just wanted to get me into bed, it just makes me feel used, you know?" "I know baby, some guys are just jerks, you'll learn to pick them out." Dave put his arm around her. Ellie kissed him on the cheek and pulled away. "I did something stupid after I found out, Dad. I don't want to tell you because you might think less of me." "What was it Ellie, I doubt I could think less of you. Did you key his car or something? If so he deserved it." Dave smiled and Ellie giggled. "No, I didn't do that, though I wish I had. Uh, well after I found out I went out and had sex with Greg's best friend to get back at him." Dave blushed, "Oh well, um you know when you are upset you do crazy things. You uh used-" "Yes Dad I used protection," Ellie giggled. "That the standard response?" "Did you realize after it was a mistake?" "Well, , actually it felt good in a couple of ways, " Ellie giggled. "Let's just say having someone to compare Greg to revealed his shortcomings." Dave had to laugh at that "Well ok then, that is good I guess." "Sorry Daddy, does that make you think of me as trashy?" "No not at all, enjoying good sex isn't a crime. Just no graphic details." Greg laughed. Ellie glanced down at the bulge in her dad's pants. "Are you sure dad, part of you seems to be enjoying this conversation." Dave blushed. "No, well, you know umm sorry guess I'm a pervert." Ellie giggled. "No, I don't think so. I know what mom is like, I imagine you don't get to have much fun," she said making bunny quotes at fun. Dave blushed again, "Hey you know, we made you didn't we?" "That was 19 years ago Dad. I mean- Hey what's ahead?" Dave slowed down as they saw flashing lights through the swirling snow. State troopers ahead had blocked the road. A trooper approached the car. "Sorry folks, the county closed the roads until 6 AM. Blizzard conditions up ahead" the trooper said. "But officer, my truck can get through. We need to get home." Dave said. "No can do, sir. I advise you turn around, and stay in Logansville, lots of people are spending the night there. Things should clear up tomorrow morning sometime." As the trooper walked away, Dave turned the truck around. "I better call your mom and let her know." Dave said. "I guess we can find a room for the night." "I guess she will be pissed" Ellie smiled, "She probably will need to adjust her agenda." "She will live, the question is whether you can live spending a night trapped with your old man." Dave smiled. Ellie hugged her dad. "Of course Daddy." She replied kissing him on the cheek. They pulled into the parking lot of the motel half an hour later. Inside they approached the man at the desk. "Caught in the storm folks?" he said. "We have one room left, but it's a single." "Can we get a cot in the room for one of us?" Dave asked. "Yes, I think I have one left, let me check" The man replied, handing Dave back his credit card. The man came from the back wheeling an old cot. Dave wheeled it down the hall to their room. The room was small, just a full size bed and a desk. Ellie grabbed her bag and went to the shower. Dave called Amy, then settled in the desk chair and flipped through stations on the TV. He thought about the conversation in the truck turning sexual, and her commenting on his erection. God, I must be a pervert he thought, thinking about how he admired Ellie's ass before he realized it was her outside the dorm. He only felt worse when Ellie came out of the bathroom, her D cup tits jiggling in a white tank top, and her ass barely covered in a pair of shorts. She noticed Dave glaring at her tits and her nipples hardened when she saw him erect again. "Sorry Daddy, this is all I had packed to put on." She said glancing at the bulge. It's ok sweetie, " Dave replied looking her in the eyes and smiling. He headed into the bathroom as she unfolded the cot. In the bathroom Dave grabbed his cock and began to stroke. Truth was, it had been a few months since Amy had shown any interest in sex, and routine masturbation didn't quite satisfy his urges. That must be the explanation he thought to himself, stroking his cock and the image of Ellie's large nipples erect against the fabric of her shirt in his mind. His cock was throbbing in his hand when he heard a crash. He stopped stroking and opened the bathroom door, pulling up his pants. "Is everything ok Ellie?" he asked. His cock throbbed in his pants as he saw Ellie, back to him , leaned over the cot. The round curve of her ass peeked from the tiny shorts. "Yes Daddy," Ellie replied, turning around. She glanced at the bulge in his pants. "Looks like the cot broke, though, as soon as I sat on it." "Oh, well, guess I can sleep in the chair, I'll just put my feet up. You take the bed." "That's silly Daddy, we can share the bed; there is plenty of room." "Well, you aren't a little girl, Ellie, it's not really appropriate..." "That's silly Daddy, besides you need a good night's sleep, you need to get us home through the snow in the morning. You know I can't drive stick shift. If it is that uncomfortable for you I'll take the chair." "No, honey, you are right... we can share." Ellie smiled and got under the covers. She lay back and stretched, her large firm tits arching in the air as her shirt rode up over her smooth soft belly. "Love you Daddy," she said and turned on her side and closed her eyes. Dave undressed to his boxer shorts and lay down next to Ellie, trying to keep a good distance. After about 10 minutes he felt drowsy and turned on his side facing Ellie's back. He watched as Ellie shuffled and sat up. "Have to run to the bathroom" she whispered. Getting up. Dave closed his eyes and tried to sleep when Ellie returned a few minutes later. She climbed back into bed, back to Dave. She slowly slid closer to him until her back was against his chest. Dave felt her bare ass cheeks press and rub against his shorts, growing instantly hard. "Ellie what are you doing?" Dave asked pulling back. "Why are your shorts off?" "Just getting comfy Daddy," Ellie giggled. She reached a hand back and squeezed his cock in his shorts. "Holy cow, you are huge Daddy. My hand barely goes around it." "Ellie, stop, this is wrong." Dave said, taking her hand off his cock, now throbbing and stiff." Ellie turned around and nuzzled against his neck. "Why daddy? I love you, and want to make you happy and proud of me. You want to make me happy, right?" "Yes but..." "Well, I know Mom doesn't please you enough, and you've been trying to hide your hard-on all night," she giggled. "And my pussy has been dripping wet since I saw it in the truck. It will be our secret... I just don't feel bad about wanting you inside me, I'm sorry." Dave felt his resistance wane as Ellie pulled his shorts down and grabbed his cock. He felt lust and shame as he was unable to stop her as she slowly took his thick head in her mouth, and began to suck him down, slowly bobbing on the thick shaft. She moaned as she took him deeper and he felt his head in her throat until she gagged. He gathered up her hair and she moaned louder as he began to move her head up and down on the shaft, arching his hips up in rhythm. Ellie pulled up and smiled as she lifted her tank top off revealing her large firm tits. Dave's cock jumped as she brushed his cock head with her stiff nipples and squeezed her tits around his cock. She smiled as Dave moaned. Ellie slowly slid up Dave's body her nipples brushing against his chest. She nuzzled his neck again and whispered, "I love you daddy." She took his hard cock in her hand and stroked. "I have to tell you more Daddy," she whispered nuzzling his neck as she stroked him. "When I said I fucked Greg's best friend, I actually did his two best friends together. She squeezed his cock harder as he moaned. "it felt so good having one cock in my mouth as another fucked me." She brushed her hard nipples across Dave's face. "I'm a bad girl Daddy, I can't help it. I want you to fuck me so bad, please Daddy." Dave turned her over onto her back and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Ellie moaned as Dave bit it gently then moved to the other, then kissed and licked down past her belly to the soft mound of hair around her pussy. "Oh Daddy, please, please taste me... no one has ever done it before." She moaned and wriggled her hips against his fingers. Dave slid his mouth over her pink pussy lips and slid his tongue inside her, and then up to her clit. He swirled his tongue over it as Ellie cried out and her hips shook as she came. "Oh yes Daddy, don't stop!" she moaned grabbing his hair in her hands and thrusting her hips up against his face. Dave fucked her with his tongue, squeezing her soft ass in his hands as she moaned. Taking a finger he teased her asshole as she cried out again with another orgasm. "Oh please Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me now please." Ellie moaned. Dave stood up over Ellie, she was on her back, legs spread and looking up at him with pleading eyes, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples; his cock erect and throbbing. His lust and passion taking over he kneeled over her and slid his cock into her wet and tight pussy. They moaned in unison as she clenched around his thick shaft and he began to thrust in and out of her, slowly at first then faster and harder. "Oh yes Daddy, you sick fuck. You pervert, fuck your daughter nice and hard!" Ellie cried out. The dirty talk made Dave's cock throb even more and he thrust harder, reaching down and squeezing her tits roughly, pinching her nipples. "Oh YES!" Ellie cried, coming again, clenching Dave's cock between her legs. With a grunt Dave pulled his cock out of her and roughly flipped her over. He raised her hips to fuck her from behind. "Oh yeah. Fuck your naughty girl from behind Daddy," Ellie moaned, gasping as his thick cock slid in her. She thrust back, barely able to keep her legs up as Dave pounded his cock into her, her soft ass slapping against his hips. She cried out as he gathered her long hair and pulled her head back. She was ready to come again as Dave cried out, his cock throbbing as he shot his cum into her pussy, one load and then another. The feel of his hot cum sent her over the edge and she collapsed down as he shot a third load. Dave collapsed next to her. "Oh God, what did we just do?" he asked, coming down from the high of the orgasm. Ellie turned and lay against him. "Mmmmmm that felt so good," her thigh brushing against his spent cock. She kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you Daddy." "Ellie, this was so wrong," Dave stammered. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. But there was no way something that felt this good could be wrong. I love you Daddy, that is what matters." Ellie closed her eyes and drifted to sleep. Eventually Dave did as well. Dave woke up early the next morning. Ellie was asleep next to him, wrapped under the covers and quietly snoring. He felt guilty for the uncontrolled passion of the night before. He wondered how Ellie would feel about him when she woke up. He quietly got up and went to the shower. Any questions he had about Ellie were answered a few minutes into the shower. When the curtain slid back and she joined him, smiling. "Good morning Daddy," she said quietly, as she leaned against him and kissed him. Feeling her soft, firm breasts against his chest as her lips touched his, Dave's cock hardened immediately against her belly. He kissed her back and moaned slightly as her tongue slid and danced over his. Trying to muster the will to stop, he slowly pushed her away. "Oh Daddy," she smiled. She took his stiff cock in her hands and began to stroke it. "Just relax and appreciate what you have here. I love you and want to please you. I am here for you anytime you want me." She smiled and leaned against him. "No one will ever need to know either." She turned around and rubbed the small of her back against his cock as she squeezed the small bottle of shampoo in her hair, small streams of foam sliding down her back. Dave leaned into her, and she pured as he massaged the shampoo in her hair pressing his cock against her. He took his soapy hands and lathered her breasts, pinching her hard nipples slightly. Unable to wait any longer, he lifted her a bit and she put one foot up on the lip of the tub, spreading enough for Dave to slide his cock up into her. Ellie cried out as he fucked her fast and hard, his hands grabbing at her tits as he arched up into her. "Oh fuck yes!" Ellie cried, as she came quickly, nearly collapsing against the wall of the shower. Dave held her up and kept fucking her, his cock throbbing and hard she clenched her muscles around it. Dave pulled out of her, and Ellie dropped down before him, quickly taking his cock into her mouth. She moaned as Dave arched his hips against her face , fucking her mouth, until finally he cried out, and came, shooting his cum down Ellie's throat. She looked up at him smiling, and licking his cock as dave struggled to keep his knees from buckling. After the shower, they were getting dressed quietly in the room, before they left, Ellie came up to Dave and hugged him. "Are you ok Daddy?" she asked, pressing her body against his. Dave hugged her back and smiled. Any will to stop what happened was gone. "Yes honey, I'm fine." She moaned a bit as he dropped his hands and squeezed her ass. "You are my little girl, here to please Daddy, and you always will be. Now let's get home." Ellie smiled up at him as they left the motel and headed for the car to get home for Thanksgiving.