by T West
The ski resort was large, lifts going in every direction and some taking skiers over to other mountains with differing levels of slopes. The groups had been on the lower mountain all day, very slowly graduating from bunny slope to some meandering green levels. Melissa had actually enjoyed that part, feeling a bit like an explorer traversing the mountain as they had done years ago in search of game to feed their expeditions, or something with a fur of particular value. Melissa loved history and during her examination of Snow’s hair, realized that it was not unlike beaver fur.
Two by two they all got on the ski lift, Melissa riding with Snow. Beyond instruction and the occasional quips the man was actually pretty laid back. Watching him out of the corner of her eye, Melissa could see Snow looking contemplative as he watched the group ahead of him on the lift, before looking into the dense trees on either side of the ski run, and looking up at the sky. The furrow that crossed his brow made Melissa look up at the sky too. It wasn’t a good sight, the clouds had grown dark and big fat flakes were starting to come down. The storm brewed quickly and by the time they neared the top of the lift, it was coming down thick. The white was beginning to obscure vision within a few feet. She could barely see the people on the lift up ahead.
“They are going to tell us to stay on the lift and go back down.” Snow said, his voice surprising Melissa with its closeness. He had leaned in to make sure she could hear him over the creak of the lift and the dampening of noise that snowfall always seemed to bring. “When we go through the landing, be sure to lift your feet up so you don’t get caught in the snow.”
Melissa nodded. She repeated the mantra over in her mind, but the big white flakes were beginning to cling to her goggles. Dangling one pole from her arm she tried to wipe them and didn’t realize, until it was too late, that they had reached the turn-around. Her skis slid on the surface of the snow and out of instinct she had pushed off from the seat. In the whiteness, the lift operator hadn’t seen. In a panic, Melissa crossed the tips of her skis in an effort to stop and pitched head over heels, her skis releasing as she landed face first into the deepening powder.
She sat up. They had not been to this part of the mountain before and she wasn’t sure she could get down on her own while it was clear, the chances were far worse now that visibility was next to zero. She tried to follow her path, her ski boots catching in the snow as she tried to find her second ski and pole. A light could just be seen through the snow. Maybe it’s the lift? She stopped, trying to get her bearings, but it only grew closer. Soon, the outline of Snow could be seen carrying his extra equipment.
“We can’t stay out here with the storm brewing like this. Follow me, there’s a shelter cabin just a little ways away. We can stay there until it clears and I should be able to use the landline to call out and find out how long this mess will last.”
Snow helped steady Melissa as she knocked the snow off her boots and managed to get hooked back into her skis. The rope that he offered confused her at first.
“I’m going to tie it around you. That way we can’t get separated.”
“Okay.” Melissa said, her gloved fingers fumbling to make a knot as she wrapped the nylon rope around her waist. Snow had to come and finish it, yanking off his gloves to accomplish the task. His fingers paled visibly in the few seconds they were exposed to the cold that seemed to get deeper by the second.
When the cabin came into view, Melissa breathed a sigh of temporary relief.
As soon as they stepped inside, she noticed that the cabin was actually pretty well maintained, complete with a little kitchen area.
“I’ll make that call in a minute. Fancy a cup of tea while we wait?” asked Snow.
Melissa gazed at him for a moment. “Absolutely, that would be great.” She untied the rope around her waist and placed it on the back of the old couch seat.
She liked the thought of relaxing here alone with her instructor. The slight embarrassment she felt for getting them into this predicament soon started to fade away. Essentially, they were only going to have a cup of tea, and she didn’t expect anything more to happen. But she was enjoying having some alone time with the man. Wanting more might have just been asking for trouble.
In the kitchen area, the tea had brewed and as he poured, Snow asked, “Milk?”
“Yes please,” replied Melissa. “I’ll have mine extra creamy.”
As soon as Melissa had said the words, she felt her cheeks getting red at her own comment, and even more so because of the look Snow gave her. With each intake of air, her nipples hardened and her buttocks clenched.
“Damn. You’re not going to believe this, but there’s actually no milk here,” said Snow as he leant down whilst holding the fridge door open, looking inside. “They seem to have everything else to make a nice hot brew, but no milk.”
“Oh.” Said Melissa, waiting on her instructor’s next words.
“Let's have a think about this,” Snow said. “There has to be another way to get milk.” He closed the fridge door and turned to look at his young student.
The way he was looking at her made Melissa’s heartbeat flutter in her chest.
“If... you catch my drift.” Said Snow, slowly stepping closer, his voice more serious and direct. “I mean... I’ve got more than enough to go around.”
He moved even closer and reached out to stroke the young woman’s shoulder. Shivers of exhilaration tore down Melissa’s spine as she looked up into his big beautiful eyes.
“More than enough to fill a cup?” Melissa asked, playing along.
“To... the... brim.” Said Snow, his hand softly rubbing her arm, up and down. “Not only that, but I’m giving you full permission to take it directly from the cow’s udder.”
Snow craned his neck forward as he put his lips close to Melissa’s neck. Her breath quickened, as she relished what he was doing. He carefully began to kiss the side of her neck. All of a sudden she knew for certain how fantastic it felt to have such a hunky older guy kissing her, giving her his undivided attention.
Snow unzipped himself, and pulled down his ski trousers and boxer shorts, permitting his very large cock and balls to swing free without restraint. Melissa watched with wide eyes as he kicked them off, along with his boots, now naked on his lower half except for his long thermal socks. Identifying what had to be done, she walked over to the cabinet. She needed her milk. And Snow looked full enough to fill a whole float.
Melissa got out a large narrow glass and positioned it under the massive cock. She kneeled next to him and reached out, grasping his shaft in her small hands. She started to pull down on his long cock, and immediately the pre-cum began to seep, jetting down in glorious strings into the glass beneath.
“See? Good girl,” said Snow. With Melissa’s hands thoughtfully milking his cock, Snow reached round the back and felt his student’s ass. He began to grope and fondle her cheeks, playfully pinching them as Melissa got moist from within the cotton of her thong. She undid her own trousers, and soon they were off along with her thong, her naked ass exposed to her teacher.
Leaning over, Snow’s fingers traced their way in between Melissa’s cheeks and down to her pussy. Her hand returned to the straining shaft, and commenced milking him. The pre-cum began to really cascade, and she carefully aimed it a bit to the side so that the glass would catch it. It was a good attempt, but rather a lot missed and splattered on the wooden flooring. The feeling of being groped while working such an amazing cock was nearly too much for Melissa to take, and she bit her lower lip while her arousal heightened.
As she felt him expand in her grasp, he slipped away from her grip and moved round behind her. She felt the silky tip of his cock press against her fleshy ass. Even though she couldn't see his member from this position, she could definitely feel it. She bent over onto her hands and knees, opened her thighs and curving her back, inviting full penetration. With no warning, Snow rammed his cock inside her pussy. He was way too big for her to take all of it in one motion, and he hi
t her sweet-spot about half-thrust. Melissa yelled out as her love juice slicked the ridiculous girth.
Snow clasped her ass cheeks tightly, pinching them and squeezing her flesh. Once more his pre-cum started to ooze, with his pole stuck deep inside. He rammed her in a serious effort to take the weight off his heavy balls. With the crown of his cock hitting her just right, Melissa couldn't stop herself from cumming and she shouted out at the top of her lungs, squirting around him and all over the wooden floor of the cabin. Her walls gripped him with near-crushing power and Snow groaned into her ear.
“Gooood,” he whispered. “But I’m not going to blow it just yet.”
Deftly, he withdrew from her snatch and rested his cock head on the small of her back.
“Man oh man you’re tight,” Snow said. “Let's do something about that.”
He picked up the glass and poured his pre-cum down the crack of Melissa’s ass. She could feel the silky slime tickling her as it trickled down to her pussy, and Snow spread her twin orbs. Moist and lubed, Snow’s finger carefully probed her pussy from the back. He moved his arm back and forth, adding two more digits and carefully sliding them further and further into her aching hole. She welcomed them, practically sucking his fingers further inside. Her walls grasped his probing digits as he heatedly finger banged her.
“Wow, that feels so good,” Melissa yelled, totally loving the probing by her hunky instructor. She reached down and began to flick her clit, tracing her fingertips along either side of her stretched lips and lightly caressing her button.
Snow slid his fingers out of her and again began to drive his pulsating cock against her slick entrance. The head popped inside. He got a couple of inches deeper and Melissa yelled out in sweet suffering. He rammed further into her pussy as he gripped her waist. He slammed his hips back and forth, his balls whacking her in the stomach with every thrust. Melissa gripped onto the floorboards tightly, her snatch dripping her juices all over the floor, creating little see-through puddles.
While still buried deep, Snow rose to his feet. Expertly positioning his legs either side of Melissa’s parted thighs, he mounted her. He held onto her hair as he pounded her, creating an audible smack. Melissa was being humped hard, with her hair pulled back, whilst drizzling all over the place. Her ass cheeks clapped together as he screwed her. She felt Snow’s balls tighten, signaling he was getting near.
There was no denying that it was a very tight fit, and Melissa let out a loud squeal as he plunged in and out. He stuck her with his tool, impaling her balls-deep. She didn’t want this to ever end, and as she opened her mouth to let out a cry, Snow penetrated her harshly, pummeling her like a man possessed. She took every inch deep inside her, his strong hands pulling her up and down his shaft, using her as a wanking device.
Melissa took it all, her tight pussy clutching the slick shaft as she felt the large balls tremble behind her. She wanted him to experience the ecstasy she had earlier, and wanted to feel his seed deep inside her. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
Snow gasped, his cock hard as a rock. He blew his load, spraying it deep. It fired out on full blast, shooting the thick creamy jizz deep inside Melissa’s passage, his sperm swimming valiantly, all the way up.
“I want you to extract every last drop. If we’re going to do this, we need to do this properly,” Snow told her sternly. And with that she felt him withdraw. He sat down on the cooking area countertop, his legs hanging beneath him. Amazingly, his member was rock-hard again and sticking up in the air. Melissa gazed at it and really appreciated how delicious it looked.
Positioning herself between her instructor’s chunky thighs, Melissa leaned forward, capturing his huge cock between her lips. As soon as he was inside her gob, she started to bounce her head up and down, suctioning her lips on the length of the shaft, jerking him with her tight mouth. She loved the taste of him, and amazingly his balls still looked heavy and round.
She moved her head on and off his cock in a genuine effort to make Snow cum a second time. She achieved her goal, and took her lips off the head of the cock. The older guy moaned noisily as he came, shooting his semen right up in the air. It splashed down in ribbons, bathing Melissa’s face with cream. Craning her neck down, she opened her lips and sucked the last spurts from his cock, glugging it down thirstily.
“See? Enough to fill you up... front and back.” He said, as Melissa stroked his emptied balls. “Now, I’d better make that phone call.”
Suddenly serious again, Snow put on his boxers and ski trousers. He headed over to the coffee table where the phone sat. He picked up the receiver and began to dial, as Melissa made her way to the bathroom.
She poured warm water into the basin and squirted some hand soap in there to create a bubbly lather. She fondly soaped-up her pussy, ass and face, the suds of the soap cleaning off the sticky mess. Seeing her soapy body in the bathroom mirror and the recent memory of the experience she had just had was turning her on again. As she cleaned away the foamy bubbles she could visualize the seed that had just been planted inside her beginning to grow, ready to breed a new life.
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THE NEIGHBOR’S BBC
By
Tess West
L ana leaned over the large cardboard box and rummaged through the haphazard pile of clothes. The noise of the city was outside her window, voices floating up from the sidewalk below accompanied by the sound of cars roaring down the architectural canyons. She knew her laptop cord had to be in there somewhere.
Before leaving her old apartment she had scoured every inch of it, trying to find the things that belonged to her in the intertwined life with her ex. Ah, there it is! she thought, her fingers closing around the end of the plastic cord. She walked it to the nearest outlet and propped her laptop against the wall. The soft sound of classical music began to fill the little one bedroom she had rented in the new city. Its walls were still white and the carpet a warm beige. A clean canvas. The perfect place to find herself once again and pursue her art.
She went back to her boxes, trying to find some method to the madness of the stacks that she’d haphazardly packed. Some boxes were half-filled with bedroom stuff and then a spatula or pot would appear that needed to be carried into the little kitchen. Lana sat on the floor for a moment, crossing her legs and taking a deep breath. Time to find her center and undertake the challenge of settling into a new home. A new life without all of the old baggage.
That was the plan anyway.
She decided to start with the bedroom. The bed frame and mattress that she’d ordered had arrived that morning. It was the only thing standing in the room. Lana pushed herself up from her spot on the carpet and picked up a narrow box containing the pieces of a nightstand she would need to build. Might as well start there. Luckily, the dresser was a built-in, one less piece of furniture to clutter the space.
It took her a little while to lay out all of the screws and boards by their letters and numbers. She spread out the building instructions, trying to think of the process as a type of meditation. She had never built anything before, a realization that made her feel silly. Her ex had always built the things in the house. Lana had always been at her studio or at the university where she’d taught classes. Maybe that was why her ex had cheated.
Lana winced as she pinched her finger between two pieces and yanked it back, the skin pulling. She put her finger in her mouth, but did not taste the tang of blood. She examined the wound and knew that it would bruise. Maybe unpacking her clothes would be safer, she considered. She went back into the living room and began to grab armfuls of clothes to throw onto the bare mattress in the bedroom. Now, where did I put my hangers? It took opening several more boxes and shoving aside her DVDs before she found enough of them to get started.
She folded her trousers and hung up her tops. She took a moment to examine some and pitch them into the far corner of the room. She should have gone through them before she moved, silly that she brought donation items halfway across the country
. Oh well.
Lana went back to the pile and got back to work, finding a sweater that didn’t belong to her. Nor did it belong to her ex. Emotion flooded her chest as she wadded it into a ball and threw it across the room. The memory of the last fight with her ex came to the forefront of her mind and she found she didn’t have the energy to keep unpacking. She sank to the floor and leaned against the bed frame. She leaned her head on her folded arms and tried to put all of the emotions back in the box she’d built inside her heart.
It wasn’t really working. Images of her old apartment and old life had followed her down the highways, packed away with her things in the back of the rented moving truck. She considered curling up in a ball on the carpet and not moving for the next few hours. Or maybe moving just far enough to get the bottle of wine she had sitting out on the kitchen counter.
The knock at the door startled her, jolting her out of the melancholy. Lana thought for a moment that she had imagined it, but it came again. A sturdy, confident banging on the front door of her apartment. She climbed up and quickly checked her appearance in the bathroom mirror. She looked slightly disheveled, her eyes a little red. She decided her eyes weren’t too bad, when the knocking came again.
