Winters Tale
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Six weeks after their wedding, Ken and Laura arrived in Killington, Vermont. Ken in his early thirties loved skiing and Laura twenty-five was smitten by everything Ken did. They arrived late in the evening at Burlington International Airport and battled the snow to reach the ski resort. Immediately after checking in, the couple stepped into the outdoor hot spa.
She braved the cold with her two-piece bikini and entered the hot tub jacuzzi. The force of the water literally bounced her light body around, popping her breasts loose. Ken held onto her to stabilize her. She was embarrassed as an older man was sitting in the far corner of the hot tub, smiling as he enjoyed the view.
Ken led the conversation. “Hi, I am Ken and this is my new bride, Laura.” Laura was still clutching her bikini top to her breasts. She smiled.
“I am Jim. I am here with my wife too. Only she decided to retire early.”
“We just got here. The drive from Burlington was treacherous. But glad we made it.”
“I hear that there is going to be more snow later tonight. The resort is taking steps to build tents along the ski trails, in the event the skiers are stuck in the snow tomorrow.” Jim continued to look at Laura as he spoke.
“I can’t wait to get out there," Ken turned to his wife as he held her from behind, running his hands down under the water to her bikini line. Jim excused himself to give the couple their privacy. He saw Ken’s hands move in between her legs as he stepped out.
“Good night, love birds.” He wrapped himself with robes and walked back to his room.
Ken’s fingers played magic on her pussy. She was ready for some loving. The couple kissed passionately. She felt his cock against her. She gripped him through his shorts. They knew it was time to into bed.
Minutes later, she was on the bed naked, on her back, legs raised onto Ken’s shoulders. His hands were on her breasts, pulling at her nipples, and his cock rubbing her entrance. They had fucked so many times before, but this is the first time he was teasing to enter her.
His hands left her nipples and covered her mouth as he pushed in. She was a screamer and he had to silence her as the resort cabin walls were thin. The bed shook violently as his cock pounded her stretched pussy. She was struggling to keep her moans and screams down. Ken handed her a pillow to bite into and muffle her voice, as his cock pressed into her.
She held on, trying to meet his humping with her own hip raises from below. She wanted more. Ken was on the edge, she sensed he was going to cum and tried to slow him down. His expressions changed and she felt his hot semen fill her up. He continued to push into her but could not keep his cock hard enough for her to cum too.
He laid on her body, his head next to hers, whispering into her ears, “Sorry baby, I came a little too quick again.” She embraced him, “It’s fine. You are tired too.” He kissed her on her cheeks and she cuddled to him. He was already snoring softly in her ears. She closed her eyes “hmmm, this is one more time he left me wanting.”
Early the next morning, she woke up to the alarm at 8:00 am. Ken was gone, so were his skis. She saw a note pinned to the wooden shelf “Will be gone for most of the day. Don’t wait up for me. See you for dinner.”
She freshened up and went down for breakfast. She sat by the glassed window overlooking the white mountain range. The snowfall continued and there was a good pile up. She looked out as she enjoyed her hot chocolate.
“They are expecting more snow, probably a foot more.”
She turned to see Jim sitting at the table in front of her. She looked around for his wife.
“Good Morning.” He smiled.
She nodded. He asked her if he could join her. She reluctantly agreed. He rose to his feet, standing 6’4” tall, grey-haired with facial hair, well-built about 200 lbs., and a large frame as he walked to her table.
“Jane is running a temperature. She just turned fifty and wanted to spend it here, the place we came for our honeymoon twenty-five years back. “
“Oh! how nice. Congratulations!”
“Yeah too bad she is not well.”
He was staring at her. A man twice her age was making her feel uncomfortable. He sipped his coffee and he checked her body out. There was an awkward silence between them.
“You are a beautiful girl. Ken is fortunate.”
She smiled, “Thank you.” She held the cup close to her chest.
“I heard you two last night. That was some loving.”
Laura’s eyes popped with what she heard. She almost split the hot chocolate on herself.
“Reminded me of Jane and me.”
She laughed nervously. He was adjusting his crotch as he crossed his legs to hide his bulge.
The restaurant was closing for breakfast and the cleaning staff was getting ready to prepare for lunch.
Laura finished her hot chocolate. Jim left his coffee on the table. He stood up as she did. His trousers bulged out his erection. Laura’s eyes were transfixed on his package.
As she passed him, he bent down and softly mouthed "I have been thinking of you since last night.” She looked at him and felt a strange sense of ease and comfort. His rough manly hands touched her slender body, “Nobody but us will know.” His fingers moved up to trace her sports bra.
Laura looked around. They were alone. The other guests were out. Her eyes caught his bulge again. She felt her left nipple being stroked over her top. She sighed.
“Not here. I know a place we can be together and no one else will be there.”
She listened to him give her directions at the same time felt his hands on her ass. She nodded as he went over the directions again. He was squeezing and kneading her ass as he completed the instructions.
She saw him walk away. She quickly went to her room and got into comfortable clothes, getting rid of her sports bra and long underwear. She was wet with excitement. She moved quick. She reached the spot that she was directed to.
It was a large wooden door. She pushed it open gently. The door opened with a creaking noise. She stepped into the room, and the door closed in behind her. The room was dark with the exception of a central wood-burning fireplace.
Jim was on the couch next to the fireplace. On the coffee table nearby, there were two glasses and a bottle of red wine. He gestured her to sit on the couch.
“This room is the Manager’s special. I know them well here. They promised we won’t be interrupted by anyone.”
He handed her a glass of red. There was warmth in the air. The wood cracked in the raging fireplace. He moved closer and lifted her and placed her on his thighs. She was nervous. He was confident of himself and look very self-assured. He unbuttoned her top and his warm large hands cupped her breasts.
She saw him at work. Her top was open and on the floor in no time. Her C cups were firm, her nipples erect. His hands were tugging at her pants. She felt his fingers press her camel toe shaped cunt lips. She was dripping wet. He took his fingers and put them in his mouth; making a sucking sound.
She knew she wanted it. She slid off his thighs and dropped her pants, exposing her full body to him. He pulled her close and buried his head in between her legs. Her moan was loud. She did not care. Nor did Jim.
His tongue lashed onto her juicy lips. She was out of control. She held his head into her. She jerked forward, falling closer to the fireplace. Her body was shaking, her pussy grinding his face, squirting herself on his face. She held him here. Jim did not mind it.
A few minutes later, she looked down. She messed up Jim’s hair; his beard and mustache were wet with her juices. She slowly sat back on the couch. She sat silent. Jim poured her another glass of wine. As she took the glass from him, his hands reached to touch her cunt again.
She gulped down the wine, trying to anticipate his next move. His fingers found her clit and he was rubbing it slow and steadily. She was wet and ready again. He sat back and unzipped his pants. He took her right hand and slid it into his pants, through his unbuttoned boxers. She felt a thick hardwood. She slowly pulled it out and exclaimed ‘OH MY GOD!”
“Yes, he did give it to me. I am blessed.”
In the dark room, by the crackling fireplace, she was staring at eight inches, with an almost two-inch-thick uncut cock. He pulled her closer and made her sit on him, with her legs on either side of his pelvis. He put his mouth on her nipple and his cock teased her wet entrance.
“Don’t hurt me with it.”
“I’ll let you glide it in at your pace.”
She reached down to feel him. Her fingers held his cock’s head and she slowly descended. She was tight, the cock moved into her. She was holding her screams back. Jim moved his hips up to push into her wet lips. She moved her hips down and his length was inching itself deep in her. She finally felt his pubic hair and his pants caressing her cunt.
“Ride me at your own pace.”
She did. She held onto his shoulders and rode him. Her pussy worked on him slow, her cunt lips holding him tight and her ass bouncing on him. Her nipple was in his mouth. He sucked on. She wondered, “Is he fucking me, or am I him?” The sexercise continued for the next ten minutes. The inexperienced bride was cumming again. He was not. Her screams increased; her fingers held onto his frame as she creamed once more.
His cock was rock hard; pounding deep in her. He kissed her for the first time on her lips. His facial hair tickled her mouth. He whispered, “Hold onto me.” She obeyed. He rose to his feet. His cock in her, his pants fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them and she felt his hands under her ass. He lifted her ass and brought it down, his cock moved in and out ever so slightly. She grunted into his ears. He fucked her standing up and she enjoyed his dominance.
Her legs around his back, he played her like his toy. The room was filled with heavy breaths, moans, and grunts. Their chests pressed against each other. She wanted more. His cock was doing deeper with each thrust.
“I am cumming again. Don’t Stop, Don’t Stop.” He was a strong man and she loved his control. She did not feel this way with Ken. She was breathing heavily; her cunt was oozing. The lovers could smell her cream. She was dripping down his hairy balls.
She giggled like a school girl virgin. “Put me down, put me down.” He smiled. She landed on the couch on her ass, her knees were weak, and she was shaking.
“Oh My God. Oh My God.”
Jim dropped his clothes to the floor. He stood naked in front of her. His pubic hair was long and grey extending down to his balls. His erection looked menacing. He dipped his wood into the wine glass.
“Here have some cabernet.” She laughed and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out. He placed his head on her tongue and she drew him in, slurping the wine of his cock. He stood there as she bopped her head on his cock, taking it as much as she could. She choked and coughed as she took him, but was up to the challenge to deep throat him. Soon his hairy balls were dangling by her chin. She continued to work him. Saliva dripping down her face onto the floor.
Jim was on the edge. He tapped her face and slowly pulled out his wet hard meat from her mouth. He asked her to turn around and raise her ass on the couch. She did and faced the fireplace. She felt his big rough fingers tap her wet cunt. Then they held her hips and his cock found its spot deep in her. In one move he plugged her tight hole. She was first in pain and then the pleasure took over. She reached for her clit and rubbed herself as he banged her from behind.
The couch shook. The ‘Thud’ and ‘Thump’ noises were musical along with her vocals. He was cumming.
“Here it cums,” he grunted. Then he gripped her hips hard, she was being humped like a doll. He was in control. His cock slammed into her full length with each hump. He pulled the entire length to its head out of her cunt and then pushed it right back in again. She squealed aloud and got louder. Jim’s ass tightened. He shot his cum into her, flooding her tight hole. It seemed never-ending.
She looked at the fire with moist eyes. She realized that just had her third orgasm. Jim’s cock began to softly, but it was still hard in her wet hole. He slowly pulled out and sat next to her. She turned to him and cuddled to him.
“I’ve never been done like this. You are a gifted man.”
“You are kind. I really enjoyed this.”
The fire in the fireplace started to die out. Jim watched her dress up and then sit next to him. He pulled her close to his naked body; placing his hand on her head lowered her face to his cock “Can you work on me a bit longer?” She did not resist. Her mouth swallowed his penis and took it in.
The fire faded. The room was dark. Laura continued to suck him. He just sat there enjoying her warm mouth. She cleaned out his cock of her juices and then reached for his underwear to wipe it clean. “There no one will suspect that you plundered my pussy.”
They laughed together. Jim put on his clothes and lead her through the dark room. Opening the door, they found it was almost evening. They missed lunch but enjoyed that they feasted on each other. Laura, weak in her legs, limped to her room as she saw Jim walk like a drill Sargent to his room,
She entered her room and fell flat on the bed. A few minutes later, Ken walked in with his Skis. “Darling, today is the best day of my life.” He bent down to kiss her. “I have to shower. Let’s do dinner after.” As he headed to the bathroom, she thought to herself, “Today is the best day of my life too.”
At dinner time, Ken talked about his day on the slopes. Laura was looking for her lover. Just when they were finishing their desserts. She saw Jim and another elder woman walk hand-in-hand into the restaurant. Jim was a gentleman; he held the chair for his wife. As he sat down, his eyes met Laura’s. He smiled and gave her a soft wave.
Laura and Ken passed by the older couple. Jim stood up to greet them.
“This is my wife, Jane. Jane, this is Ken and Laura.”
After the initial exchange, Jim disclosed “It was a pleasure meeting you two, unfortunately we are heading out tomorrow morning. Jane needs to be back home in bed and under medication.”
Laura was visibly upset but controlled herself. “Oh! too bad. Anything we can do to help.” Ken was too preoccupied, he walked away to the room as Laura stayed to say her final goodbyes. Jane looked at her and smiled, “I understand that you kept Jim company today. Thank you. He is such a lovely husband. I am glad he found some time with you.”
Laura looked at Jim with a “Does she know?" look. He nodded positively. They smiled together. Laura walked back to her room and thought, "Back to my hubby.”
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The Legend of the Latex Princess Rubber Fairy TaleBy Darqside There is an old legend that spans the fabric of time itself, well not really that old actually, but it will be around for a long time at the very least. Legend has it that there was once a young queen who ruled her people and her house with an Iron fist.? She was very strict with her Manservants and Maidservants.? She was a very selfish and indulgent woman by nature, and was very choosy about the men who courted her.? In...
William?s Tale William?s Tale By Lorgrom Hey there my name is William I?m 46 just under 5?8? and 166 lbs. I?m your average looking African-American. Unlike my inner-city brothers, I grew up in a lower upper class city. While most of the kids in school were white they accepted me as one of their own. Since my father was the lawyer for many of their parents. During my senior year of collage, I met Gwen. She was a freshman, who was only there because she qualified for one of those grants...
Nina?s Tale By Dr. Quirt A young Afro-French girl explores her masochistic desires but gets a lot more than she bargained for. This story is the second of a trilogy, the first part being ?Julie?s Story? and the concluding part ?What Happened to Lucy?? Part 1 Hi, my name is Nina and I am going to try to tell you my sorry tale. I don?t know if this message will ever reach the outside world as I shall have to try to smuggle it out through one of the harem guards, tonight. I don?t think...
The Perfect Wife ? A Thanatos Tale ? Part One The Perfect Family ? A Thanatos Tale ? Part One Note:? This is a work of fiction.? Any similarity with persons living or dead is purely coincidental. ?A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? -- Alexander Pope Thirty-one year old Larissa Monroe shudders as her son, Andrew, loudly...
The main character here is aligned to one member of our small social/support group who is a country mile ahead of the rest of us in passability, but lacks the confidence to make the most of the gift in anything other than events for crossdressers. The story itself is unintentionally longer than previous ones that I have posted, but it took a long time to write and kept hoovering up new sections. It is just a shame that I could not think of a decent ending, so if readers think the story...
"The blonde with the big tits in the Zep tee." Our drummer and bass player, brothers Sal and Rik Venturi also left requests. I waved him off, "Not tonight. Gotta work the day job tomorrow." Roscoe smiled and asked, "Not even a quick bj, Kev?" "Nope, gotta run." The Clown Show was an oddly named bar and club that often had us signed on for weekend gigs. Two 45 minute sets after an opening group, usually on the popular Saturday night. This one was a more rare Wednesday night as a...
Once upon a time there was a beautiful little princess. Her name was Aludra, which, in the language of her people, meant “unwanted one”. Of course she didn’t know this, because all the servants in the palace DID want her. They loved her dearly. She was sweet and pretty and fun to be around, whereas her mother was a stone cold class A Bitch. The Queen was such a bitch that, after her husband, the King, knocked her up with Aludra, she poisoned him. “Imagine!” she...
Hi All, It took me a lot of time in deciding whether to write this one down or not. finally sitting free on good Friday at my desk with not lot of people around I’m going to pen down this incident of life. I’m Abhinav Shergill an outsider in New Delhi moved here in 2007 in search of job. Soon i got a job in one of the BPOs and had my first sex encounter with in 1 month of joining this office( which i will post later). About my physical stats i would say that i have got looks, height, body as...
Life was a bit mundane for Tracy. She was married for about thirteen years. She was a wife, mother, daughter, friend, sister. But she felt very alone. Things were okay with her marriage. They had great sex, but did struggle connecting emotionally. This frustrated Tracy very much. Her husband was an introvert and she was more social. Then one day she went looking for something a little different. She had no intentions of cheating, but just wanted to see what was out there. She discovered that...
HumorA Cat's Tale By Julie O Edited by Amelia R. Author's note: This story was in part inspired by a very strange dream I had recently. Chapter 1 Derek Silva logged onto his computer. He had recently found a very interesting chatroom, and he was hoping that there would be some exciting people in there that evening. It was a little after eleven PM, but Derek didn't care; it was summer, and he had no worries until fall when his college classes started up again. He...
Once upon a time, there was a girl with the heart of a kitten. Shy, and skittish, she was slowly coaxed from under the bed, or should I say, out of the closet by her owner, and then her new found friend and next door neighbor. Eventually, she shared her story, and became comfortable about talking about it, even writing about it, playing with a few select others who would throw balls of yarn for her or scratch her behind the ears and smile as she rubbed up against their legs, showering them with...
FetishNote All characters are entirely ficticious and my apologies of any family or company names have inadvertently been used My Lady's Descent, the Butlers Tale. I was idly cleaning some silverware. The sun was shining through the drawing room windows. The lawns stretched away towards the lake with its island and folly while a gardener snipped ineffectually away at the lawn edges. It was an ordinary summers day. Mr Harrison my lord's stock broker and adviser arrived just after...
The group watched Iverson intently as he took a long swig from his mead pouch. The darkness fell around the group as they sat beside the brightly burning fire, drinking their mead and finishing off their stew. Iverson finally spoke: - Well. Where to begin? He mused tantalisingly. The young men shifted impatiently. All bar Romian, Luther and Iverson himself had rarely met let alone experienced the wonders of women! They all wanted to know what it was like! As highly hormonal...
Author’s note: The noble ladies of medieval France loved tales of women who had to put up with old and jealous husbands. Sometimes the stories were comic, sometimes tragic, sometimes romantic – but always the bad husbands were outwitted, one way or another. Here’s my (slightly naughty) take on the bad husband tale. Rosette daughter of Galon was rounding the last corner between the village well and the cottage she shared with her mother and father when two of the Duke’s soldiers, magnificent in...
You may think of me as Fiona, and I am a cross-dresser.A story by Erica inspired me to pen my saga of cross-dressing. I am also a recovering alcoholic, with a few days over 19 years without a drink as I write this, and I suppose the two tales are intertwined to some extent. Not that I am a saint by any means, a lot of people with a lot less time have a better sobriety than I. But I learned that alcohol is a poison to me, so I avoid it. I just do irrational things when I add alcohol to my...
My name is Ms Layla Smith, and I am, as you might say, a lady of negotiable affection. This is quite wrong indeed. My price is rarely negotiable, since the customers willing to negotiate obviously are not wealthy enough to afford me. I am a true professional, discreet and perfect in every manner a gentleman could ask for. I know what they want before they even know it themselves, when to smile, when to stare, when to lie, when to be the ever so modest little flower, and when to be the...
THE HUNTER'S TALE. By Cassandra Anaconda Morrison I had been collecting tales of the old days from the people in that small mountain community for several days. And everyone I talked to said the same thing: "Boy?yew should talk to Old Man Sackett if yew wants to hear some hair-raising stories about the old days." It had taken me some time to track him down?apparently he'd taken his Winchester and gone off hunting deer for all he was over 90 years old. But now he was sitting...
The Blue Unicorn: An Allegorical Tale By Lynn LeFey Once upon a time (as is often the beginning of such tales), there was born to a mare a beautiful young foal. Like the other foals, it climbed on wobbly legs, and eventually ran through the green pastures where it lived. This young horse was unremarkable, except for its blue mane. Often the others would comment about this unusual trait, sometimes playfully, sometimes in a mean way. As the young colt grew, the blue coloring slowly...
A Fabulists Tale By Rachel Anne Now where do I start? Well they say that the beginning is always a good place, so here goes. I have always been a storyteller but lately everything has changed. It seems that my tall tales aren't so tall as I always thought at least they aren't after I tell them that is. Confusing? You don't know the half of it, but I'll try to explain as best as I can. I first noticed that things weren't as I had been taught when I wrote a story about the SRU Wizard....