The Last Run of the Day
Reaching the bottom of the hill under light falling snow, Ella turned to Mark and told him,
“I’m done, sweetie! I need to hit the shower, have a glass of wine, and get ready for dinner. Why don’t you take another couple of runs, then come back to the chalet?”
Looking at his watch, Mark nodded, “sounds good, babe! It’s only 3:30, and I’m still feeling pretty good, so how about five?”
“Well, I was hoping you’d come back a little earlier,” she said, giving him a coy look,” but five works. I’ll just have to find someone else to ‘help’ me…”
“You do that, honey! I’m going to find my brother and Sarah; Mike said they were going to five.”
“Ok, hun, have fun!” Ella called over her shoulder as she skied back to the chalet. Oh, and have fun finding Mike and Sarah, she chuckled to herself.
Leaning her skis against the rack out front, she hurried into the chalet, dying to get her boots off. Her knees were sore, and she didn’t want them to get worse. She’d need them later…
Pouring wine after wriggling out of her snow pants, she took a long pull and refilled it.
“Mmmmm, that’s what I’m talking about…”
Mike and Sarah had rented the chalet for Spring Break, along with their two boys, and invited Mark and Ella along for a couple of nights.
They’d really asked Ella to come, and more or less agreed to put up with Mark, his drinking, and his high school antics, if she did.
“Hi, Ella! I see you found the wine,” Sarah called down from the upper-level balcony that overlooked the great room. “You’re right on time and thank god! Mike’s been talking about you all day.”
“He has, has he?” she muttered slyly, climbing the stairs. “I’ve been thinking of him too.”
Getting to the top of the stairs and walking towards the master bedroom, Ella put her wine down before giving Sarah a tender hug. Meeting Sarah’s lips as she leaned in for a lingering kiss.
“Thanks for last night…Mike’s in the shower waiting for his turn, so you’d better get going.” Sarah softly whispered into Ella’s ear as she nibbled at her earlobe. Stepping back, she took a sip of Ella’s wine, then passed her glass back.
Squeezing Ella’s sexy ass as she walked by, Sarah said, “Just get undressed in our room, hun, and I’ll move them to yours while you’re in the shower. Mike’s getting lonely.”
Stepping into the shower, Ella greeted Mark’s brother with a kiss. He pulled her close, brushing his semi-erect cock against her.
“God, I’ve wanted this all day…you are so fucking sexy.” Mike soaped her back as he whispered in her ear.
Ella washed the day’s sweat and grime away working around Mike’s roaming hands as she did. Turning back to him, she pressed her head into his chest she grasped his beautiful cock and began stroking him gently.
“We’ve got about an hour before Mark gives up looking for you guys. Did you have anything in mind?” Sweetly smiling, as his cock grew in her hand.
Mike knelt in front of Ella, lifted her leg to the small stool, and buried his nose in her.
Mike inhaled her wetness, breathing deeply, as he pulled her into him firmly to take his first taste.
Ella gasped when his tongue gently grazed her inner folds. Breathing harder as he licking her, he spread her juices along her slit. Working a finger inside, then a second, he slowly fingered her.
Gazing at her, he admired her beauty. Mike loved her curvy lines, shapely legs and perfect breasts, now seductively rising and falling with her breath. Her cute tummy contracting each time he ran his thumb over her clit.
Breathing deeper, Ella’s orgasm neared. Taking control, she pressed her hand down on Mike’s thumb, holding it in place as she thrust against it.
Picking up on Ella’s rhythm, Mike pressed her g-spot and squeezed her intimately, adding friction to the orgasm building inside her. It was only a matter of seconds from there before she came.
Pressing her hips down now, Mike thrust upward, providing the resistance she needed to ride it out until she finished.
Stepping out of the shower, Ella felt the fire’s warmth on her skin. Mike followed her to the bed and dropped his towel as he climbed on.
Moving in, he licked her rosy bud nested between her cheeks. Feeling her cool skin ripple with goose flesh, he loved the effect he was having on her.
Shivering, she begged for more pressing back onto his tongue. Dropped her head, she concentrated on moving with him as he replaced his tongue with a finger.
Moaning, she could feel him shifting on the bed and moving up behind her when she felt his fingers enter her pussy. Although it barely registered, he’d been fucking her ass with his thumb, as he fingered her.
She was more than ready for him when she felt his fingers be replaced by the head of his cock. Caressing her delicate skin, Mike teased her, while thumbing her ass.
Mike’s cock was slightly shorter than Mark’s, but Mike had better control than his brother. Mark was drunk and sloppy half the time he used his cock.
Again pressing back, Mike obliged her by pushing past her labia and deep inside her.
He then slowly fucked her with the head, pulling back to her outer lips and then thrusting back in. He continued to massage her ass with his thumb.
Leaning forward, she placed her head on her arm for balance so reached back to her stroke her throbbing clit. The sensation of Mike’s cock head on her labia and the sensitive skin at the entrance to her canal was both frustrating and sensual at the same time. She longed for him to bury himself in her deeply, but she wanted to finish with his thumb in her ass.
Pressure mounted steadily. The triple sensations of his thumb, hard cock head, and her fingers combined to quickly overwhelm her. Rocking on her knees to match Mike’s short strokes was too much to bear as she moaned into the duvet.
Sensing her orgasm rising, he quickly withdrew his thumb on his short upstroke then hammered his desperate prick into as deep and hard as he could. His stomach slapped against her as he hit bottom, then pounded her again and again.
Fucking her wildly, she contract around his aching cock with each thrust. Ella thrashed against him, each blow coming with the loud slap as their bodies crashed together.
Ella was mid-orgasm when Mike seated himself deeply for the last time, no longer able to resist the growing pressure growing in his balls.
Holding himself inside her, he pulled her hips back as the hot jets of his cum filling her.
Collapsing on her, Mike pressed her down onto the mattress, his cock still buried in her. He kissed the nape of her neck.
Turning her head, their lips met as their tongues playfully darted into each other’s mouths.
Rolling off, a flood of his semen drained from deep inside her.
No longer cold Ella enjoyed the coolness on her sweaty back.
“God, look at, you two! What were you doing in here?” Sarah called out, sticking her head in the door.
“Mark and the boys just skied up, so you might want to jump in the shower and get cleaned up, sweetie.”
Ella slowly rose and walked to the shower. Mike’s cock was on point today, she revelled, closing the door behind her.
“Dude! Where were you guys?” Mark shouted up to his brother, who’d just left the master bedroom.
“The conditions were perfect in the last hour! That extra little bit of powder made all the difference! Ran into the boys; man, did we have a laugh checking out the ski bunnies!”
“Awesome man!” Mike replied as he descended the flight of stairs. “Sarah did something to her knee, so I wanted to come back, and I thought I’d come with her to see if she was alright.” Winking at his brother.
“I hope Ella didn’t walk in on you two! She had the same idea, but I was like, no way! I wanted to keep skiing, but I’m wiped now! Where is she?” Mark asked, retrieving a beer.
“Want one to replenish your fluids, buddy?” Mark said, slyly giving Sarah a sideways glance as she prepared supper, making sure she heard him.
“I do! I had a pretty exhausting afternoon,” laughing loudly.
Mark didn’t notice Ella leaving Mike and Sarah’s room. Nor did he see her come down the stairs in her leggings, low cut tee and zip up hoodie that framed her chest nicely.
“Hey, sweetie! Wow, you look great! I think the fresh air is agreeing with you! What did you get up to?” Complimenting her as he leaned in to give her a quick kiss.
“Oh, not much. I had a glass of wine with Sarah, then went and laid down before having a shower. I figured I’d dress for the bar now.”
“Great! You look ready for it! I can’t wait to drink the shooter bar dry, am I right, bro!” He turned and fist-bumped Mike, draining his beer as he did it
“Clubbing tonight is going to be off the hook!” Mark said, reaching for another beer…
The Ski Lodge Club
Ella sat in the ski lodge’s club, sipping a large red wine, surveying the room, and letting the heavy bass of the dance music wash over her body. It was too loud to talk, but the constant dum, dum, dum, had a hypnotic effect.
Swaying with the beat, her dark wavy hair framed her face and played across her chests. Her top exposed her cleavage, and her open hoodie attracted just the right amount of attention.
Despite the music her sister-in-law, Sarah still managed to point out the cute guys by resting her hand on Ella’s thigh and squeezing when the men she liked passed.
Mike had already taken Mark back to the chalet and put him to bed. Mark had become incoherent over the previous two hours, as usual, so his brother offered to babysit and let the girls have some fun.
Ella had been watching an incredibly good-looking, clean-cut young man in a plaid flannel shirt and jeans standing with a group on the other side of the dance floor. She’d first noticed him when she went to get drinks at the bar.
He’d allowed her to go ahead of him with a friendly smile. Mr. Plaid, as she called him, was with a needy twenty-something college girl who’d frowned when he let Ella order first.
Ella was disappointed to see she was still hanging off of him an hour later, but he didn’t seem interested.
“Bitch,” she uttered.
With Mark out of the way, she got to work on Mr. Plaid. She wanted to get him on the dance floor.
Finishing her wine, she tapped Sarah’s hand, pointed to the dance floor, and jumped off her stool. Walking onto the floor, she made her way through the writhing crowd to find a spot close to Mr. Plaid to show off her ass and legs.
Sarah followed Ella’s lead and was happy to help her sister-in-law get hers.
As they danced, Ella thought she could see Mr. Plaid checking her out, so she gave him a show. When Sarah was sure Mr. P was watching Ella, she turned Ella toward him, so they were face to face.
Ella didn’t look at him but instead thrust her chest towards him as she raised her arms, closed her eyes, lifted her chin and pumped the air, pressing against the subwoofers.
Moving in from behind, Sarah put one hand on Ella’s waist, pumped the air with the other and watched Mr. Plaid, who was now staring intently at Ella’s well-displayed chest.
Opening her eyes as the DJ transitioned the beat, Ella was right where she wanted to be, on the edge of the dance floor, a few feet from him. She was glad to see he was looking down her top, so she adjusted her cleavage for him.
Ella caught the sheepish look on his face and smiled. Holding his eye, danced for him, knowing she had his full attention.
Seeing his face, Sarah waved Mr. Plaid onto the dance floor. He put his beer down and walk toward them. Taking her hands, he stepped closer.
Ella moved him in between her and Sarah and the pressed him between them.
Turning her back on the Bitch he was hers now, Ella thought smiling.
When the music slowed, she reached out for him and drew him closer. Melting into him as his strong hands held her, she pressed her cheek into his chest.
Looking up and staring into his eyes, she ran her fingers along his back, not wanting the moment to end. Holding him, she rested her head on his chest as they slowly revolved around the floor, lost in the heat of their bodies.
Wrapping her arms around him tightly, and without opening her eyes, she tilted her head back, presented him her wanton lips and readily accepted his tongue as the music blanketed them.
Breaking their kiss and nuzzling back into his chest again, she discreetly searched the room for the Bitch as they turned. Spotting her, Ella saw the pathetic girl standing apart from her group at the edge of the dancefloor, staring coldly at them. Closing her eyes again, Ella could feel herself growing damp at the thought of stealing the Bitch’s man.
When the beat picked up, she felt him lean forward and grasp her ass with both hands. Mr. Plaid gave her a quick squeeze before they separated again to dance with the rhythm.
Ella left a hand on his chest and gazed into his chocolate brown eyes. The clef in his chin and light stubble along his strong jaw were too much for her. He was a prime specimen.
Taking his hand, she led him off the dancefloor to the handicapped washroom. Locking the door behind them, she turned, held his head in her hands, and pulled his lips to hers.
Without a word, she kissed him deeply, and let him explore her body. Pressing against his crotch he grew harder by the second.
Slowly unzipped her hoodie, she worked it off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor.
His hands pulled at her top and slipping inside. Tugging at her nipples she let out a low sigh as their tongues danced in her mouth.
Opening his belt, she was shocked to find his cock was peeking out of his jeans. Undoing his pants, she couldn’t help but touch his cockhead as she gently lowered his zipper. Pushing his pants down, she took him in hand.
“Holy fuck!” She shouted into his mouth as she jumped back to look at him, grinning widely. Stepping back, she looked at his cock in amazement.
Still swaying to the beat, it was the biggest cock she’d ever had, she thought, dropping to her knees for a closer look.
Kneeling on her hoodie, she focused on his enormous cock. Tugging his boxers down, she freed him.
Holding him up, she wondered if he would fit. Taking his balls in her hand before she hefted his sweaty scrotum in her palm, feeling their size as she rolled them around.
“Fuck,” she said in awe of his manhood.
Moving back to his shaft, she grasped him with both hands and still had room for a third. His head would stretch her mouth, but she was determined to get him inside her one way or the other, so began licking the pre-cum oozing from him.
Stroking him with both hands, Ella slowly worked his head into her mouth by gently pressing it in a little further with each gentle bob of her head. Mr. Plaid was patiently resting against the bathroom wall, stroking her hair, and letting her take her time. Ella figured this wasn’t the first time a girl had taken time to get over his giant prick, and she appreciated his relaxed approach.
Finally, taking his head in, she got a little shaft in before her mouth was full.
She slowly began increased her pace as her mouth worked over him as she stroked his shaft to the beat of the music.
Looking up, he’d closed his eyes and was softly moaning. She wondered if her exaggerated slurping and sucking sounds were because of his giant cock, or the acoustics in the room.
Willing him deeper into her mouth, the sound of her sucking, combined with his moans and the music outside, made her feel like a porn star.
Sensing a slight change in his response, she slowed down. She wanted him to hold back the raging flood she knew was coming. Letting him slide out of her mouth, she licked and kissed him.
“I want you inside me,” she moaned gutturally
Leaning in to kiss her, he worked his fingers into the waistband of her yoga pants and pushed them down enough to expose her wet pussy.
Running his knuckle along her wet slit, she released a powerful moan.
“Fuck me,” she begged, “fuck me now.”
Dropping to his knees, he helped Ella out of her leggings, sat her on the edge of the sink and stepped in front of her. Steadying her, he rubbed his cock up and down her slit.
Ella was mesmerized by his self-control. With each pass along her pussy’s opening, he’d thrust forward ever so slightly, entering her just a little more each time.
Ella wanted, but let him do his thing, despite her desperately aching body.
His head was on the cusp of passing through her inner lips, but he held back, as she desperately tried to hump him. Removing his hand from his cock, their eyes met.
They were almost there. He made his final thrust, pressing past her lips, and plunged deep inside her.
Filling her in a way she’d never been before.
Lolling back her head when he buried himself. She’d never felt anyone so intensely. Digging her fingers into his triceps, she fought to take more of him.
The intensity consumed her. Each thrust brought more pleasure than the last, but it wasn’t enough. Ella wanted all of him.
Slipping off the sink, she pushed him back far enough to release him, turned around to face the sink, bent over, and offered her pussy to him.
Spreading her legs wider, he guided his cock back into her. Entry was easier this time, and he quickly buried himself deep inside her, thrusting to the rhythm pulsing through the club.
“Bury it. BURY IT!” Ella cried out. She wanted his eleven inches. She wanted to feel his balls slap against her. She wanted his stomach to hit her ass. He pumped harder in response to her demand, but there was an inch to go
He wasn’t sure it was going to happen. It was rare he could fully seat himself in a woman , but as Ella thrust back, her strong desire drove him on.
Finally pounding her hard, she took the rest of him.
Ella’s inner ocean exploded out of her, and her orgasm overwhelmed her. Her muscles tightened around him as he continued to thrust. She was coming so hard her orgasm radiated through her as she gave into it.
Bucking wildly, she was too much for him. Burying himself deep he came strongly. His cum gushed inside her as another massive orgasmic tremor pulsed through her body.
Withdrawing, their fluids drained down her leg.
Reaching down, she explored the gap his giant cock left.
Standing up and turning to him, she nearly collapsed in his arms. He held her as she regained her footing; his cum was still trickling from her. She looked up at him and whispered, “thank you…”
He leaned for a kiss.
“I let you go ahead of me in line so I could see your ass. I’m so glad I did. Not many women can take me like you did.”
Leaving the club with Sarah, Ella was ready to go to bed. Nearing the door, she saw the Bitch standing alone. Turning to her as she passed, Ella smiled and said,
“Sorry honey, I think I tired him out, but he’s all yours if you want him. Hubby doesn’t let me bring them home. Have a great night!”
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