Snowed in 

I opened the front door of the cabin to see if it was still snowing outside, which it was. The snow was coming down in thick white flakes, leaving a soft blanket on the ground. I couldn’t make out the other cabins around us. All I could see was snow, pouring down from the gray sky. There was no way we were going to be able to head into the village today. The road was completely covered.

My boyfriend, Ollie, and I were enjoying a vacation away in the mountains, but the snowstorm had come out of nowhere. We hadn’t been able to leave since the first day we had arrived. Luckily, we had plenty of food and water, but we were admittedly getting pretty bored. 

“Should we play more board games?” he asked, sinking down into the squishy couch.

I rolled my eyes. “No, please. I’m so freaking sick of board games.”
“So what do you suggest, Heather?” He put his hands behind his head and leaned back.

I sighed and headed over to the couch, standing in front of Ollie with my arms crossed over my chest. I leaned forward and braced my hands on his knees. From this angle, my oversized t-shirt fell away from my body, giving Ollie a view of my bare breasts.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. His eyes wandered to my exposed chest. “Come here.”

He pulled me towards him and slid his hands up under my shirt, squeezing my naked ass.

“No underwear today?”

I giggled. “Why bother? We’re not going anywhere.”

“Very true.” Ollie bit his lower lip. I recognized that look.

I thought Ollie was going to pull me onto his lap, but instead, he stood up and laid me down on the couch on my stomach. He crawled in between my legs, pushed my shirt around my waist, and gave my ass a squeeze. His hands were rough on my ass cheeks.

“Have I told you how amazing your ass is?” he said, his voice low and rough.

“Not today.” I grinned, even though he couldn’t see it.

“Well, it is.”

I let out a little whimper as Ollie’s tongue pressed up against my asshole. It felt amazing having him prod me and lick me there, turning me on in the process. I felt my whole body relax, sinking into the couch as any tension I was holding onto melted away. I could spend a snow day (or two) like this, easily. He pulled my ass cheeks apart, allowing his tongue to slip deeper inside me. It made me shiver.

Then Ollie stood up and pulled off his sweatpants, bringing his cock toward my face. I laid on my belly and sucked him off, getting him hard down my throat. I fondled his balls while I gave him head, his moans getting increasingly louder. My tongue snaked around his shaft.

“Fuck yes, Heather,” he mumbled, brushing my dark hair with his hand. “Get it nice and wet for your ass.”

My pussy throbbed at those words, and the pulsing only got stronger when Ollie got on top of me again and began to press the head of his cock up against my asshole. Slowly, he slid it inside of me, and I reached back to spread my ass cheeks apart. It gave him better access to me so he could fully plunge inside me. I felt so stretched and full as he entered my ass, and I couldn’t stop the primal moans from escaping my throat. 

“Oh fuck,” moaned Ollie. “Your ass feels incredible.”

“Your cock feels even better.” I was surprised I was able to even utter a sentence. Ollie’s cock was balls-deep inside my ass, slowly pulsing and pushing against me. I tried to find my leverage from underneath, thrusting my hips upwards to meet Ollie’s cock. 

But it was a futile attempt. Ollie leaned over top of me, pressed me hard against the couch, and growled into my ear, “let me do all the work.”

I could only whimper in response.

He began to slam into my ass harder than ever, his balls slapping against me as he used my tight hole. I was sure that everyone in the cabins around us could hear me screaming and Ollie grunting. 

“Are you ready for this cum?” 

“Yes!” I shrieked. I had never wanted a load of cum more than I wanted his right then.

Ollie pumped his big cock into my ass three more times before slamming into me and releasing his load. We had been fucking nonstop since we arrived at the cabin, but Ollie still had a huge load for me. It gushed out of his cock into my stretched-out hole, filling up my ass with hot liquid. I grinded my butt against him as the weight of Ollie pressed down on me, milking every last drop of cum from him.

He pulled out of me, and I rolled on top of him, my lips crushing against his. His hands roamed around me and massaged my ass cheeks.

“How did that feel?” he asked.

“Fucking amazing,” I said honestly. 

We ended up taking a cat nap on the couch, with his cum leaking out of my asshole. Ollie’s arm was draped lazily over top of me as I rested on him, and an hour later, I was the one who woke up first.

I walked to the window to check out the storm. It didn’t seem like there was an end in sight. The snow just kept coming down.

I didn’t hear Ollie get up from the couch. I gasped as his hands grabbed me from behind, pulling my shirt up over my head.

“Are you feeling rested?” he asked, kissing the back of my neck. It sent chills down my spine.

“I do,” I sighed in response.

I felt his cock pressing hard against my ass, so I bent over the window and arched my back, sticking my butt out. I wiggled it against Ollie’s cock, feeling horny once again.

“Oh, someone’s eager,” said Ollie, laughing amusedly.

I propped my elbows against the windowsill as Ollie started to press the thick head of his cock into my asshole, and it slid inside me easier than the first time. My ass was nicely stretched for him. It felt overwhelming as he pushed his whole length into me. 

“Fuuuuck!” I groaned. The layers of snow outside were bright as the sun hit their surface, so I closed my eyes and tossed my hair back. Ollie took advantage of this and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling it roughly.

“Holy shit!” My voice came out strained as Ollie started to fuck my ass harder than ever. His body slapped against mine, skin colliding with skin, as his cock filled me up. 

“That’s right, baby, take it,” he growled, not showing me any mercy as he pounded against my ass. “Fuck, I love watching your asshole stretch out like that.”

I could barely keep myself standing as Ollie fucked me, and my orgasm didn’t help matters. It was an earth-shattering climax, one that spread out like a hot wave throughout each inch of me, making my already-weak knees somehow even weaker. Anal orgasms were always so strong, and Ollie fucked me through its entirety, which only made it last that much longer.

“Here it comes, baby,” he grunted, fucking my ass in short, fast thrusts.

We both let out a simultaneous cry of pleasure as he delivered a second load of jizz straight up my ass. I was going to leave this week filled to the brim with cum. Not that I was complaining.

Once Ollie pulled out of me, he pushed down on the small of my back and told me to stick my ass out. 

“Work your asshole open and closed for me,” he said, running his hands gently over my ass cheeks. “Yes, good girl.”

I did as he asked, puckering my asshole, which caused a river of cum to drip down from me. I could feel it slide down my skin, warm and sticky, and land on the hardwood floor underneath.

Even once the snow stopped, Ollie and I didn’t bother doing much exploring on the mountain. We found ourselves in the hot tub several times, with me bouncing my ass up and down on Ollie’s cock. I woke him up once or twice by sucking him off and sliding him into my lubed-up asshole, a morning surprise that Ollie loved. He fucked my ass in the shower and against the kitchen counter while I was making breakfast.

By the end of our vacation, my ass was more stretched out and sore than it had ever been, and I loved the way it felt.

“Goodbye, cabin!” I said, sighing as we headed out on that final day. “Thank you! You served us well.”

“And you,” said Ollie, wrapping his arm around my waist, “served me well.”

We piled into the SUV and headed off the mountain, my ass dripping the final load of cum Ollie had given me that morning.