Gender: Male Age: 25 Location: Canada
|Introduction: Part two of the story that saw two jilted lovers finding eachother during a snow storm.|
Authors Note: I am very sorry for those of you who have been waiting for quite a while for the next part of this story. Complications in my real life are the reason for this. This chapter was something I worked out quickly so it won't be too great. Sorry for this but I promise the next chapter will be much better.
If you missed the first chapter you can read it here: http://stories.xnxx.com/story/37088/Blizzard_Blues
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Sara gazed at her wet, naked form in the mirror just seconds after climbing out of the hot shower. Her eyes rolled over her large, pale breasts and noticed that her perky nipples seemed a little bruised. Touching one she winced in pain a little but still managed a smile as she remembered how they had gotten so sore. She had been fucked so good the night before that she went a little over board on herself and never realized she was pinching her nipples so hard. The sore nipples brought to mind another are she should probably check. She wrapped a towel around her body and did her best to dry her hair, then rushed down the empty dorm halls and into the room she shared with her best friend.
Alone in the room she pulled a small mirror she used to apply and check her makeup from her purse and shrugged the towel off. She held the mirror between her legs and looked at the reflection of her young, tight pussy. It was odd to see it from this angle. In fact it was odd to see it all together. She had never really spent any time looking at the whole thing like this before, or even found herself thinking it would be a good thing to do. Now however, she wanted to make sure she didn't break herself the night before. Thankfully there seemed to be no real damage, just bruised and tender lips and a slight stretched feeling as her pussy was still recovering from the monster it had taken.
'What the hell are you doing?'
In total shock, Sara dropped the mirror on the floor and jumped back, making sure to cover her body up. Standing by the now open door was her roommate, Angela. She had a hand on her hip and a very perplexed look written all over her attractive face. Angela was much taller then Sara, who stood at five foot three, towering over her at almost a full six feet. She had the figure most guys found sexy, the hour glass figure. Well most douche-bags anyways. She had long brown hair, a permanent tan from the tanning salon in town, and deep brown eyes. Unlike Sara though, she had relatively small breasts but a great ass to make up for it. Sara found herself even sneaking peeks at her friends ass when she pranced around the room in nothing but her bra and boy shorts.
'Sara! What were you just doing?' Angela repeated, closing the door and taking a few steps in. Sara grabbed the two and wrapped it back around her now cold body. She never usually felt the need to hide her naked body from her friend, but after just being caught in such a manner, she was feeling very self conscious.
'I was just... checking something,' she said slowly, not sure what she was even going to say. Angela picked up the mirror and tossed it onto Sara's bed before taking off her winter jacket and just dropping it on the floor.
'Checking what? Did you nick yourself shaving or something?'
Her friends response caught Sara off guard. She couldn't believe how stupid she was. Why hadn't she come up with that lie herself? The pause before Sara tried to say yes though, told Angela that she was trying to cover something up.
'Wanna try that again? This time the truth?'
'Fine, just don't laugh or anything okay?' she said and Angela nodded quickly, sitting down on her bed and giving her full attention to Sara. 'I was just checking to see if I was seriously hurt or something like that.'
'What happened?' was the usually overbearing girls response. A serious look on her usually pretty face and her hands clenched into tight fists. Angela acted like a body guard when it came to Sara. Considering her lack of height, and tendency to pick the wrong type of guys, it had become the taller girls habit to try and protect her.
'Nothing. Honestly I'm fine,' she said quickly, trying to defuse the time bomb that was Angela, 'Just had some really, and I mean really, great sex last night and I am just a little sore is all.'
Angela visibly relaxed and threw a wicked grin at Sara, 'From what you've told me I didn't think James had a big enough cock to cause you any kind of pain!' she laughed loudly at her own joke. A little flustered, Sara forced a smile.
'I wasn't with him. I caught him kissing some slut at the party and left.'
'Oh my gosh! I'm sorry I didn't know. I hate to say it though, but I told you so.'
'I know, I know,' Sara sighed and decided she better put some clothes on before she froze to death. The dorms heating system was pretty messed up. Hot in the summer and cold in the winter.
'So spill it. Who did you fuck? Anyone I know?'
Pulling a sweater over her head, Sara hid her burning face from her friends glare. She knew that if she told her the truth, told her about Tom, Angela would freak out and have some kind of bitch fit. She was famous for it. So she kept her answer simple, 'No you don't know him.'
Thankfully Angela left it alone and focused on other things, like filling Sara in on the hot action she had received the night before. Angela was pretty promiscuous when she wasn't watching over Sara and had more then had her share of guys at the school. Sara couldn't fault her for it though, it made Angela a fountain of knowledge when it came to spotting an asshole a mile away. Most of the time she didn't listen to the advice though.
The two girls exchanged cheap gifts they had bought at a local store and then spent the night in the room watching a movie on the small television Sara had brought from home. When it came time to get some sleep Sara found herself going over the memories of Tom and his massive member, the feeling of being filled fully, and the next day that promised to be just as glorious.
Nearly three hours after Tom left his small little cabin nestled in the snowy forest, he pulled his crappy, close to twenty year old car into the parking lot of the University that Sara attended. Finding a parking spot easily he turned the car off and looked towards the door that she had disappeared into the day before. It was then that he realized if she didn't appear from that door, he had no way of getting in touch with her. He didn't know what room she was in, what her last name was, or even have her cell phone number. If she had forgotten about their plans today he would have just made a very long trip for no reason at all.
He glanced at his watch and noted that it was almost half past one and he had been waiting there for nearly a half hour. More then once he thought he should get out and go into the building to look for her, but judging by the size of the building there were likely to be more then a few hundred rooms at the very least. Luckily the choice was made for him when Sara came dancing out the door. Thankfully she had put on a bigger coat this time, as the last one was far to small to provide any real warmth, and she had a back pack slung over one shoulder. She spotted his car quickly and made her way over to him quickly, hopping in the passenger seat with gusto.
'I missed you,' she smiled and leaned it, planting a juicy kiss on his lips. Tom smiled back and ran a hand through her hair, 'Now if we are going to have dinner on time we better get on the road.'
'Is that so?' he asked her happily, already turning on the car and pulling out of the parking spot.
'I promised to make you dinner remember?' she giggled, playfully patting him on the shoulder, 'So we have to stop at the store and pick up some supplies because god knows your fridge has nothing left in it anymore.'
'That's because you cooked what food I had left for breakfast yesterday morning!'
'Oh you loved it! So be quiet and get driving will ya?'
The playful banter between the two of them continued all trip and just being with Sara made Tom feel ten years younger. He had gotten married at a young age, twenty three, and had never gotten the chance to feel how great it was to be a man in their twenties. At your peak in almost every aspect and feeling invincible. Instead he had to get a job so he could provide for his wife's more expensive tastes, and when little Katelyn came into the picture, fatherhood became his second job.
It was amazing what spending the night with a nineteen year old girl could do to a mans body, and spirit. Sure, he was sore, and a little chafed, but he felt strong. He was happy now too though, and that was what was most important to him. The divorce with Nikki had been brutal, drawn out over several weeks with the custody of their child on the line. In the end, the heartless bitch that had once been the love of his life, had gutted him for everything he was worth. He was lucky though. He didn't lose full custody of Katelyn. However he only got to have her once a month, and it took almost six hours to get into the town where she lived with her mother.
Per Sara's instructions, Tom pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store and parked. Before he could even undo his seat belt Sara stopped him and told him that dinner was going to be a surprise and he had to wait in the car so she could get the food without him getting any idea of what it was going to be. After a boring half an hour wait she emerged from the store with the food double bagged so he couldn't make out what was in them. She put them in the trunk then got back into the front seat.
'Can I at least get a hint?' he asked as he pulled back onto the main highway.
'It's going to taste great!' she beamed at him. The first thing that came to his mind when she said that was to make a sexual comment about how great she tasted and if that was all she was serving, he would gladly go back for seconds and thirds. He kept that one to himself though in fear of offending her or something. He had to treat her with kid gloves, considering their age difference and the fact that they had both just gotten out of relationships. That and he didn't want to say something that would make her tell him to take her back to her dorm.
When Tom finally pulled into the unplowed drive that lead to his little cottage, he had to thank his lucky stars they made it in such good time. Since leaving the store he started to realize just how hungry he had been. He had a couple of pastries for breakfast and skipped over lunch totally in his excitement to get to the University to pick Sara up. Now all he could think about was getting some food into his belly.
Tom led the way in the two room cabin and went right to work on building a fire for some heat and light. Sure he could turn the lights on in the front room, but it seemed more romantic when the only light you had was from a warm, crackling fire. Sara immediately rushed into the kitchen and and went about making their dinner, refusing to let Tom any where near the food until it was ready.
He had to wait longer then he would have liked, but when Sara finally called him to come into the small kitchen to help bring the stuff out into the living room he rushed in. The air was thick with the smell of the steaming food on the counter. A beautifully cooked roast beef garnished with vegetables, a large bowl of seasoned mashed potatoes, and a store bought chocolate cake teased him.
'Go ahead and get your plate,' Sara beamed at him, laughing at his obvious hunger as he practically drooled at the display before him. Not needing any further encouragement he grabbed himself a plate and loaded it up with a lot of everything. He was so hungry at this point he didn't even care that his chocolate cake had a bit of potatoes and gravy on it. He would eat it anyways.
He retreated back into the living room and took his place on the couch, his plate on his lap and his fork in his hand. He hesitated, both trying to figure out where he wanted to start, and also for Sara who walked towards him with a bottle of wine held out and two glasses. Smiling, Tom took them and sat them on the table while Sara grabbed her own plate and took her place sitting next to him.
'You didn't have to get wine?' he said, pouring a small amount of the ruby liquid into her glass and handing it to her.
'I promised you a nice mean remember.'
'How the hell did you buy it anyways? You're not old enough.'
She looked sheepishly at him and smiled softly, 'I have a pretty convincing fake ID,' she laughed and Tom just shook his head softly. Not sure if he should be a little mad or what. He figured he would just leave it. Sara wasn't his daughter, she was allowed to do whatever she wanted really. He knew though that if his daughter ever did such a thing he would get really pissed. Luckily she was only fourteen.
He poured himself a small amount of the wine as well and put the bottle down. On most occasions he would fill up his glass and just get shit faced, but now however he didn't feel that need. Sure, last night he was a little depressed to be back in this small cabin with no company but his own. With Sara with him again though he was happy.
'Is it good?' the young blonde asked him. Tom lifted his fork to his mouth and took some of the roast beef. It literally melted into his mouth and he couldn't help but sigh in happiness when he tasted it.
'This is really good Sara! You're quite the cook,' he said and kissed her gently on the cheek before digging into his meal. In no time he had finished his whole plate off and leaned back on the couch fully satisfied. It had been a long time since he had eaten a meal as a good as that one. When someone said that there is nothing better then a home cooked meal, they were obviously talking about one like that. The best part was there would be left overs for a few days.
'Wow that was fast,' Sara laughed. Tom looked at her plate and she had barely just finished half. There wasn't even that much on her plate, about a third of what Tom had loaded his with. How could she not have devoured such good food.
'Don't you like your own cooking sweety?' he asked as he pointed at her plate.
'I have a small stomach so I don't need to eat too much. Makes me a pretty cheap date,' she laughed and sat her plate down on the table. They both took a sip from their wine glasses and looked into each others eyes. That's when Tom realized they really didn't have anything to do all night.
'I'm not sure what we can do tonight. I don't have a TV sadly, or even any games besides card games. I think I am a little played out in poker right now though.'
'I know something we can do,' she smiled wickedly. Tom knew what was on her mind because it was on his too.
'Hmm and what's that?' he asked playing dumb. To him there was nothing sexier then a horny woman making the first move. It was one thing his ex-wife rarely did.
She put her wine glass back down on the table and turned to face him, a fierce look in her eyes. Tom could see how determined she was, how set her mind was on getting his cock inside her again. That was one thing that he loved about her, how thick headed she could be. If she wanted something she would do whatever it took to get it, and just by looking at her he knew she could get whatever she wanted. A tight, lithe body with breasts almost two sizes too big for her, but all natural. With a nice, tight heart shaped ass she had the full package.
'You know exactly what I mean,' she growled slightly, asserting a little bit of dominance. Yet another bonus.
'I'm not sure I do,' he said trying not to smile. He had to play his part well. Good foreplay made sex even better in his mind.
She stood up suddenly and straddled him, her legs resting on either side of his and her ass firmly over his already rising cock. He was really going to have to stop wearing underwear around her, it just hurt him when she gave him a massive erection.
'How about now?' she asked, sticking her chest out so her ample breasts pressed into his chest and he could feel her nipples were getting harder as well. He looked into her fierce her eyes and smiled nervously.
'Gonna need more of a hint,' he teased and she growled at him more like a wild animal this time.
It became obvious to him that he had maybe pushed her a little too far when she got off him abruptly and ripped his belt off and tossed it across the room. Before he could even protest, not that he would want to, she tore off his jeans and underwear in one motion and dove onto his hard cock like it would save her life. Her mouth surrounded his cock and she struggled to take as much of it into her as she could. Tom's head flew back and a long, loud moaned hissed from his open lips. Damn she was good at this.
She pulled his now soaking wet cock out of her mouth and looked up at him, a grim smile crossing her face like a snake, 'For being so mean to me, you deserve a little punishment,' she giggled and then stuck his cock back into her mouth. Instantly he realized what she meant as her teeth gently grazed his sensitive, engorged flesh. It wasn't so hard to cause any pain, but just enough to cause a little discomfort, all the while adding to the whole experience.
'Careful now Sara. I don't feel like going to the hospital and explaining this to the doctors there.'
She looked up at him again and released his cock, a mock look of anger on her face, 'Shush up. Now take off your shirt!'
Tom did as he was demanded and sat back as Sara started to quickly strip off her own clothes. He would have liked it if she had taken her time doing this, so he could see her body in all it's glory for a bit longer. Instead she shucked them off in record time and before Tom could even see her naked body in the glow coming from the fire burning behind her, she jumped up on top of him and kissed him hard, her lips mashing into his roughly.
Their tongues mingled and Tom felt Sara's hot little hand make it's way down his body until finally clamping around his cock and positioning it at just the right spot. His eyes closed, enjoying how great of a kisser his young lover was, he wasn't prepared for what this little minx did next. With no warning she sat down roughly onto him, impaling herself fully onto his large rod and grunting painfully into his mouth as she bit down on his lower lip.
Her young, tight pussy felt like a vice grip around him and convulsed around his cock as she struggled to accommodate his size. She broke the kiss and looked back into his eyes, a pained smile across her face. The fire behind her eyes had died down now and he could tell she was in some pain from what she had just done.
'Baby why did you do that?' her asked softly, 'I don't want you getting hurt.'
'I got a little carried away,' she breathed, her pussy twitching around him and making him sigh softly, 'Besides I thought you liked me being forceful,' she winced.
Tom stroked the hair away from her eyes and kissed her on the nose, 'Just take your time okay? I did like you being forceful but let's just take it slow now okay?'
'Deal,' she smiled and started to move her hips. His cock, buried deep in her pussy, started to rub the soft velvet walls inside her, the sensitive head getting a good work over. He lay back on the couch and let Sara do all the work until she was ready for more. The feeling was great as her tight pussy gripped him while she shook her hips and both of them started to moan in unison.
It wasn't long until Sara's nature took over and she lost patience with just grinding on top of him. She started to lift herself off him, slowly and not very far, before sitting back down and driving his cock deep into her. It was a little painful for him as he felt his cock ground out each time, but he took it in stride and knew that if he was going to fuck her, he would have to get used to it. She was such a tiny thing she could barely take him as was.
'This feels great Sara!' he sighed, taking her left tit into his hand and twisting the nipple between his fingers getting a loud groan from her. God did he love that her nipples were so sensitive.
'Don't stop doing that!' she hissed, fucking herself harder and faster now. She would almost pull his cock all the way out of herself before dropping back onto him over and over again. He could feel her muscles start to tighten and her eyes roll back into her head and he knew she was very close to cumming.
Wanting to help her get there Tom grabbed her by the hip with his free hand and helped lift her off faster, slamming her back onto his cock with such force that each time it knocked the breath from her lungs and forced her to grunt. A slapping, wet sound filled the room and drowned out the crackling fire and in no time Sara was screaming out at the top of her lungs, her nails digging into the flesh on his shoulders. Her pussy tightened around him and he found he couldn't even lift her off him anymore, she was stuck to him until she finally calmed down and collapsed into him, her large breasts pressing into him and her hair covering both their faces.
'You going to be okay?' he asked, rubbing her sweaty back with both hands. She was trembling.
'God... d..damn I love fucking you!' she stammered, trying to suck in enough air to breath, 'I could stay here like this forever.'
As if fate heard what she just said, a soft knock on the door rung out in the now quiet house like a shot. Both of them sat bolt upright and waited for a minute, hoping they had been hearing things. Who the hell would be standing out there at this time of night, in the middle of the damn woods. The soft knock returned and spurred them both into action like a couple of kids who just broke a lamp in their house. After Sara extricated the still rock hard cock from her swollen pussy, Tom dashed into the room and grabbed two bathrobes and tossed one to Sara who had just shoved both their clothes under the couch and out of the way.
Tom waited until Sara had done her own robe up and then slowly opened the door a fraction, poking an eye out to see who the hell was there. 'Open the door dad!' an angelic voice begged, 'It's freezing out here!'
Totally in shock, Tom opened the door to reveal a small fourteen year old girl standing on the front step covered from head to toe in snow, a large suitcase held in her hand. The girl stepped in and shook the snow off before closing the door behind her and pulling her hood down to reveal long red hair pulled back into a cute little pony tail.
'Katelyn?' Tom asked in shock, 'What the hell are you doing way out here on your own!'
'Who is this Tom?' Sara asked, taking a few steps closer to get a better look at the girl in the low light.
'My name is Katelyn,' the young girl said with a brief smile, 'I'm his daughter.'
'Answer the question,' he said, trying not to freak out. How long had she been out there? Did she hear Sara cumming?
'Nice to see you too dad! I'm here because Mom decided to take a trip with that asshole she cheated on you with to Hawaii and left me behind with a nanny!'
'Don't use that language young lady,' he said sternly, assuming the fatherly role he so dearly missed, 'That still doesn't explain why you are here.'
Katelyn took off her jacket and draped it over her suite case and moving into the living room and sitting on the couch. 'Mom called this morning and told me she wouldn't be back for another three weeks. No way in hell I am going to stay with a nanny that sends me to bed at eight at night and looks like she is about to fall over and die at any moment!'
Tom signed and ran his hand over his face, trying to clear his mind. What the hell was he supposed to do?
'How did you get here Katelyn?' Sara asked, sitting down next to the young girl.
'Since my mom took my dad for everything he was worth, she barely spends any time with me and just throws money at me hoping I will find something to do. I saved most of it and bought a bus ticket. Then I walked from town.'
'You poor thing you must be freezing! I'll go get you a blanket!' Sara offered and then bolted into the room before reemerging with the only blanket in the house.
'Katelyn I have to send you back!' he said, watching as his young lover wrapped the blanket around his daughter.
'No don't!' she protested, giving him the baby eyes and pouty bottom lip, 'Let me stay here with you until mom gets back at the least! Please?' she begged.
'I'm sorry honey but I can't. The courts won't allow me!'
Katelyn just shrugged and pulled out her designer cellphone and dialed a number on it. Tom watched as she switched it to speaker and after three rings someone finally answered.
'Mom?' his daughter asked.
'What now Katelyn?' her mothers voice barked back through the small speaker, sending a chill down Tom's spine. He hated her voice with a passion now.
'I'm with dad. I didn't want to stay with that old hag you got to watch me. Got a problem with that?' she asked as if it was nothing. The two girls never really got along, and he could only imagine how much worse it had gotten now that he wasn't there to play the peace keeper.
'You called me for this? Do you have any idea what time it is?' Nikki asked and you could hear the annoyance in her words.
'Is it alright or not?'
'I don't fucking care Kate. Do whatever you want!' and with that the phone went dead and Katelyn placed it on the table before giving her father a wide smirk.
'See dad, I told you it was okay. We can spend some quality time together.'
Tom walked over and sat on the other side of his daughter, putting an arm around her to help her warm up. 'This really isn't the best time Katie.'
His daughter looked at him and then glanced at Sara who was sitting on the edge of the couch, her arms crossed over her chest and a look on her face that said she felt a little out of place. Tom couldn't blame her for that. Not five minutes ago she had been impaled by him and now she sat, naked under her robe, mere inches from his teenage daughter who was only a few years younger then she was.
'I don't mind if your girlfriend is here,' Katelyn said and smiled at the other girl, 'And thank you for the blanket.'
'There's only one room though sweety. And one blanket.'
'Then let's go shopping! I saw a Wal-Mart in town and they are open all night aren't they?' she said brandishing a credit card with her name on it. The one thing he had refused to give her when she turned thirteen was a credit card. It seems like her mother really was just throwing money at her to get rid of her.
'Katelyn...' he began but the young girl cut him off.
'Dad, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. If you don't agree to let me stay I will just have to tell mom you are banging someone who looks barely older then me!'
'Katelyn!' he bellowed, 'What the hell has gotten in to you! Sara is of legal age first of all! I can't believe you are trying to blackmail your own father!'
'I'm sorry daddy,' she pouted, hanging her head in shame, 'Mom used to do it to you all the time though.'
So that's where it came from, her mother. He had tried to tell the courts that Nikki was not an appropriate role model for their young daughter. They should have listened. He was only gone from that house for a few weeks and already Katelyn was picking up her mothers atrocious habits. Maybe it would be a good idea for her to spend some time around her father. At the very least he could set her straight.
'Let's go!' he said and then got up.
'Thank you daddy! And don't worry, I can sleep on the couch so you and your girlfriend can have sex in the bed. Just one thing though. Sara, could you keep it down a little from now on? I could hear you from down the road.'
Sara quickly got up, grabbed her clothes from under the couch and rushed into the bedroom to change, her face bright red and looking a little lost. Tom gave his daughter a stern look and then grabbed his own before chasing that beautiful blonde. What the hell had he just gotten himself into?
Authors Note: Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors. It is really late when I wrote and posted this. Too tired to proof it at this very moment.
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