Snowed in with Blue Balls [M28/F32] [Cuckold, breeding, edging, dubcon, surprise anal, DP]

I arrived at the small cabin in the mountains just outside Durango as the snow storm began.

There was already a good amount of snow accumulated, but I knew that, given the forecast and this sudden flurry, I would likely be snowed in for the better part of a week.

I’d gone up to the cabins for a meet-up with a girl I’d been talking to on Tinder, but I found out Saturday night (the night I arrived) that she wasn’t going to get out and brave the storm. Needless to say, I was bummed.

A little bar across the street was the only bit of civilization for miles, and it happened to be open that night, because (as I later found out) the owner lived upstairs and opened it every night, rain or shine, for the guests in the surrounding cabins.

I went in that first night thinking the only patrons would be from the seven small cabins (one of which I was staying in) across the street.

I was wrong.

Even though the snow was, admittedly, the most the locals had seen in a good three decades, people came from up and down the road (from other nearby cabins), as a few of the locals worked the small two miles of road tirelessly with their privately-owned snow plows and pickup trucks.

We were packed into the bar that night (there was even a live band), and the atmosphere was one of warm camaraderie. I drank a beer at the bar and scoped out the scene.

There seemed to be an equal ratio of women to men, and I was just thinking about that when a hot blonde sidled up next to me, plopped her perky ass down on the stool, placed her elbow on the bar, her head in her hand, and eyed me dreamily.

I looked around thinking maybe somebody was messing with me.

No one appeared to be paying any attention.

“Where you from?” She asked.

“Texas,” I said.

“What brings you up here, Texas?” She asked, a sly grin on her face.

I had already had a couple of beers, and I was feeling feisty. Plus, I didn’t want my interaction with that girl to be just another boring conversation that led nowhere (that girl was sexy!) “Pussy,” I said. “I need some ass in the worst way.”

She raised an eyebrow and slid a little closer. “Can I tell you a secret?” She asked with a grin, leaning toward me even farther. Her eyes were big and blue (kind of like my balls).

“Please,” I said.

She leaned in and whispered sensually in my ear, “I have a pussy.” She bit my ear lobe softly before adding, “I also have an ass.” She returned to an upright position in her stool and took a sip of her drink through a tiny straw. She smiled at me.

“I have a cock,” I said. “Maybe the two will get a chance to meet.” My cock grew rapidly in my pants. “My date cancelled on me because of the weather,” I added.

“Mmhmm, sure,” the blonde teased, that sly grin stretching farther across her full lips (I noticed she also had such beautiful teeth).

“Where do you live?” I asked, but she brushed off my question.

“Where are you staying?” She asked.

“Across the road,” I said. “Second cabin on the right.”

With that, she lifted her drink and disappeared into the bar crowd without paying me another glance.

“Another?” The bartender asked, nodding at my half-full beer glass. I hadn’t noticed her standing there.

“Sure,” I said, chugging the rest of the beer in my glass while scanning the crowd for my blonde.

I didn’t see her again for the rest of the night.

I had a few more beers and braved the blizzard back across the street on foot.

When I made it back to my cabin, it was nice and warm inside, but since the hot water pipes had frozen, I had to boil hot water for a warm bath. I filled the tub a quarter of the way with cold water (for volume), then boiled seven large pots of water, adding them one by one. It took some time, but I had a few more cold ones from the fridge and found (when the tub was finally full) that it was worth the effort as I slid down into the hot bath—I was frozen to the bone.

I played with my balls, trying to loosen my scrotum—My nuts were sucked up so tight in my sack from the cold, that I desperately wanted to thaw them out.

I had refrained from nutting for the past few days since I had expected that night with my date to be wild—She was the kinky sort who had encouraged me to edge (without cumming) so that she could have all my spunk. Now, even though I wanted to masturbate in the worst way, I couldn’t help but think of the blonde from the bar across the road who knew where I was staying. I tugged at my balls.

After my bath, I dried off, played with my cock a bit and tugged at my nuts until my wiener hung semi-erect under its own weight. When I pulled up my softest pair of underwear, my cock hung hard in their silky-warm embrace, and I was glad I hadn’t gotten off. I was worked up for sure, but my hot desire for a woman was so much more fun than satisfaction would have been.

I crawled into bed beneath the warm flannel sheets and down comforter in the living room, the fire roaring in the fireplace, and got on my phone to prowl around on Tinder. (At the least, I would hopefully find some sexy girls to chat with.)

I was interrupted by a knock at my door, and my heart leapt.

I put on my flannel robe and answered the door with my big hard cock poking out the front (I just knew it was the blonde from the bar), only to find a tall, lanky man standing awkwardly on the front porch wearing coveralls and a brown stocking cap, shifting his weight anxiously from one booted foot to the other. His eyes got big when he saw my throbbing erection, and I quickly covered up as he rubbed his face with the back of his sleeve.

Thankfully, I was too buzzed to be embarrassed.

“I hate to bother you,” he said, his hands going from being clasped in front of him, to his hips, which must have felt weird, too, because he finally crossed them in front of him and continued to shift his weight. “I’m the manager, uhh…Morgan.” He stuck out a gloved hand covered with snow, and then quickly pulled it back as I reached out to shake.

“Sorry,” Morgan said, sheepishly, holding up his gloved hand. “My hands are all snowy. I don’t want to get you all wet.” He laughed anxiously. “I didn’t mean it like that!” He shook his head, blushing. (Morgan was quickly drying me up.)

“It’s fine,” I said, squinting against the wind, the snow blowing through my partially open door.

“Sorry,” Morgan said, shaking off his long introduction and finally getting to the point. “Do you have frozen pipes?”

“Do you want to come in?” I asked. I could feel the temperature in my cabin dropping quickly, even with the fire raging in my fireplace.

“No, no, no,” Morgan said. “No, thanks. I just came by to see if maybe your pipes were frozen, because a few of the guests have been complaining about not having hot water.”

“I don’t have hot water,” I said, trying to speed him along. “But I’m fine for tonight.”

“You might drip the cold water overnight,” Morgan said. “Cold water is better than no water.” He laughed at his joke.

I closed the door enough to peer at him through the small crack.

“I’m sorry,” Morgan said. “I’ll leave you alone.” He turned to go. (I noticed he glanced back down at where my cock was now soft and hidden inside my robe.)

Somehow I felt bad for the guy. “I’ll give you an update tomorrow,” I said.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll be up in the office around nine.”

“Thanks,” I said and shut the cabin door. It was cold now, so I went over and sat by the fire, trying to warm up again.

By the time I crawled back into bed, I was tired and more interested in trying to stay warm than chatting with anyone on Tinder.

I didn’t mean to fall asleep so quickly, but woke the next morning to the sound of rummaging outside on my porch. I cracked the door again to find Morgan shoveling off my deck.

“Morning!” Morgan said. His cheeks were rosy from the cold, and he worked far faster than seemed necessary.

“You don’t have to do that,” I said.

“Oh, no,” Morgan said. “If I don’t, my wife will have my hide.” He let loose another nervous laugh. “Customer service is key around here.”

“Do you live here?” I asked, not really caring either way, but I’ve always been friendly to a fault.

“Yeah,” Morgan said, coming up out of his hunched position to stretch out his back. He pointed a gloved finger in the direction of the lone cabin in the center of the horseshoe formed by the other cabins. “That’s the manager’s cabin,” he said. “It’s also the office.”

“I haven’t tried the hot water yet,” I said. “I’ll come see you in the office later if the pipes are still frozen.”

“I’ll probably be at this for a while,” Morgan said. “My wife’s in the office this morning, but if you would, would you mind waiting till about noon when I’m there?”

I agreed and closed the door, and now that my cabin was cold again, I relit the fire and boiled more water for another hot bath. I silently cursed Morgan for the drop in temperature.

It was nearly noon when I’d bundled up and plodded through the snow back across the street to the bar. (I needed a couple cold foamers before going back to talk to Morgan.)

As I entered, none of the lights were on in the bar; the only light came in from the windows. I found it peaceful there in the low natural lighting. As soon as Morgan caught a glimpse of me—He had been the lone figure at the bar—He jumped.

He stuttered and stammered his goodbyes to Lora, the bartender, and made his way past me to the door.

“I don’t drink,” Morgan told me as I made my way past him to the bar. I noticed a half-drank beer sitting where Morgan had been standing when I’d entered. He must have seen my eyes flick from the beer back to him, because he further defended himself. “I just came in here to see if Lora’s pipes were frozen.” Morgan’s face was red, but I couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or the cold.

“Ah,” I said, and Morgan scurried out of the bar back out into the blizzard that had again begun to rage.

Lora gave me a sheepish smile as she poured Morgan’s beer down the drain, and came to me with a menu. “You eating?” She asked.

“I’ll have a beer,” I said.

“You got it,” Lora smiled.

I watched the foam climb up the side of the large, frosty mug as Lora drew my beer from the tap. My mouth watered.

She took no care in placing the beer down in front of me, but set it with expert apathy—The way the beer sloshed down over the sides of the frosty mug made me even thirstier. “Thank you,” I said. “I’m Brock.”

“Lora,” Lora said. “I take it you’re staying in one of Morgy’s cabins?”

“Morgy?” I asked with a grin.

“He’s really a good guy,” Lora said. “That wife of his, though…”

“What about her?” I asked, as Lora flung her cleaning towel up over her shoulder and leaned against the inside of the bar with two out-stretched hands.

“She keeps him on edge,” Lora said. “You never can tell whether the man wants to come or go, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know either—Nothing against him—It’s that wife of his has his head all scrambled up.”

“How?” I asked.

“None of my business,” Lora said, going back to wiping down the bar top. “I’ve just heard things. Can’t really help it in this business.”

I swilled my beer and asked for another.

“The best I can explain it,” Lora said, pouring my second beer, “Is that there’s a big difference between the people who live here full-time and the people who just come through for a week or two at a clip.”

“Thanks,” I said as Lora again sloshed the beer down in front of me. I found the sound of the thick glass hitting the hard wood of the bar top to be extremely satisfying.

“You’re welcome,” Lora said. “The problem is,” she continued, “That wife Morgy found…She’s a local, I guess…Technically speaking…But she acts like a damn tourist.”

“I’m a damn tourist,” I said before swigging half the beer from my second glass. Foam was in my mustache and beard, and I wiped it away with the back of my shirtsleeve.

“But you know you’re one, and you’re polite,” Lora said. “That one acts like she owns the damn place, but I’ve not a clue where he found her.”

Lora went on to tell me how she and her husband had come to own the bar—His parents had passed and left it to them as inheritance. At first, she hadn’t liked it up in the cold mountains, being from California and all, but the longer they’d stayed, the more she’d come to care for the place as her own.

“Rick’s been gone ten years now in January,” Lora said. “He sure loved this place.” The soft, blue light coming in from the windows lit Lora’s face as she stared wistfully across the bar room.

I was on my fifth beer by that point, and I had already grown to love Lora as an old friend with much wisdom to impart. “You stayed,” I observed.

“This place is home,” Lora said. “I live upstairs and open the bar seven nights a week.”

“Even in a blizzard,” I added.

Outside, the snow fell in such a peaceful fury that nothing beyond the window, itself, could be seen—All was calm; all was white.

“You never know who could use a drink,” Lora said.

The rest of that afternoon was a blur—By the time I got back to the cabin in the early evening, I no longer had the wherewithal to do anything but clumsily start another fire in the fireplace and collapse into my warm bed in the living room in front of the TV.

I sent a couple of drunk texts to some women on Tinder, but found the next morning that none of them had replied.

I woke around 6 a.m., and after a quick calculation realized I had slept for nearly twelve hours.

I got up and looked out the window where the snow continued to fall and noticed that my vehicle was buried in my cabin’s driveway. I put on a pot of coffee.

I boiled more water for another hot bath while getting my fire going again and decided to swing by the office this morning to talk to Morgan about the hot water pipes, not that I had any confidence he could fix them. (I knew that if I went back to the bar this morning, today would end up exactly like yesterday.)

What I really wanted was to find a nice piece of ass since it had been five days since I’d last gotten a nut. (I’d edged myself enough that my balls were constantly sore, and it took everything in my power to keep from blasting all over my bed sheets, in my pants, or literally anywhere else.) I was so horny, I imagined standing on the bathroom counter and spraying my nut against the mirror. I imagined the metallic sound it would make as my powerful ropes covered my reflection in yellow-white viscosity.

Thoughts of the blonde from the bar consumed me and kept me from masturbating though. She knew where I was staying, after all…Maybe she would show up unannounced.

What I really wanted was to spray my load in a nice warm pussy, and I was willing to wait—I just had to find a way to stay busy, to keep my mind off things, somehow, while also trying to find some tail. I dreamt instead of spraying my orgasmic ropes against a needy cervix.

So instead of jacking off, what I did was take another nice hot bath. I ended up back on my soft bed in front of a nice, raging fire, butt ass naked, legs spread, knees pulled up to my chest to tickle my taint softly with a finger. Every now and then, I ran a finger softly over my butthole to tease it a bit (I did this for quite some time), until precum was drooling from my knob down into my belly button.

I didn’t have a prostate massager (I wished I did!). I wasn’t normally into such things, but I wanted to make myself horny without touching my cock. I dipped a finger into my belly button reservoir and collected the large amount of precum that had collected there. I inserted that finger into my ass and slid it all the way in until I could feel my walnut prostate.

I rubbed small circles against it until my cock was drooling all over the place. A warmth built within me, and when I realized I might go over the edge, hard as it was, I pulled out my finger and went back into the bathroom to take a cold shower.

(I was so worked up and my balls were hanging so heavy, that I felt a cold shower was the only way to settle down.)

I decided on my way over to the office later, again plowing my way through the deep snow, that today I would maybe rent a movie or find a book at the office; however, I knew that staying in the cabin would have me horny as all hell, and I knew I would most likely start fapping before the sun went down.

I already knew I would be going back to the bar that afternoon.

When I entered the small office, Morgan was sweeping the floor, and he looked around nervously. “I thought you were coming by at noon,” he said.

“I tried yesterday, but you weren’t here,” I lied, knowing he had been across the street at the bar.

“Yeah…” Morgan said, glancing nervously at the door behind the counter. “Do you mind if we talk outside?” He asked.

Just then the door behind the counter opened, and my blonde from the first night at the bar stood in the doorway. She wasn’t surprised to see me; She leaned against the jamb and smiled her mischievous smile, seemingly wearing only a long-sleeve, white button-down shirt that fell barely over her privates onto her tan, sexy legs.

“Brock and I were just going outside to talk about mechanical stuff,” Morgan said, moving toward the door.

The blonde smiled but didn’t budge. “I’m Jenna,” she smiled.

“You want to follow me outside?” Morgan asked me, trying to distract me from the beautiful woman.

I looked at Jenna. (Was she sleeping with Morgan? Where was his wife??)

“Lock the door,” Jenna told Morgan in no uncertain terms, and he blushed. “Jenna!” He pleaded for some unknown reason.

“Do it,” she said.

Morgan sulked over to where I’d entered but stumbled over a rug before he got there; he seemed to be all elbows as he flailed and landed on his knobby knees by the door.

“See what kind of a guy he is?” Jenna said, shaking her head in pity. “I knew the moment I met him that he was the one.”

“Wait,” I said. “You guys are married?”

“What? You thought I was over here hooking up with Morgan?” Jenna laughed. “Jesus Christ! The first time I met him he stuttered and stammered so much, I knew he was the cuckie I always dreamed of.”

I looked at Morgan who roughly dusted off the knees of his jeans.

“Are you going to lock the door?” Jenna called across the cabin.

Morgan clicked the door lock and looked up at Jenna with what looked like puppy dog eyes. “Are you really going to do this again?” He asked, pleading with her.

Jenna looked at me and smiled. “Isn’t he sweet? He’s the perfect little cuckie husband.”

Morgan’s eyes fell to the floor and he clumped back over to the broom leaning against the wall in the corner.

“Hey, Morgan,” Jenna called, louder than was necessary, commanding the pitiful man’s attention. Morgan plopped down on the small wooden chair in the corner. “When’s the last time you got off, honey?”

“Thirty-seven days ago,” Morgan said automatically, his eyes now on his dirt pile on the floor.

“And what was it that made you cum?” Jenna asked him.

“A wet dream,” Morgan said, softly.

“He’s being punished,” Jenna said. “He ejaculated without permission.”

I looked back and forth between Jenna and the lanky, bony Morgan tucked back into the corner. His eyes were still on the floor.

“Show him,” Jenna said.

Morgan looked up at her.

“Stand up,” she repeated. “Show him.”

“Are you really going to make me—” Morgan protested, but Jenna cut him off. “Remember our agreement?”

Morgan pried himself out of the chair and stood. He unbuttoned his jeans, and I looked at Jenna with what must have been a question painted across my face.

“When’s the last time you had any pussy?” Jenna asked, peering past me at the man who was becoming somehow smaller in the corner with every second.

“Never!” Morgan said hotly.

“I won’t let him have it,” Jenna laughed. “When I met him he was a virgin—He still is!”

Morgan yanked down his jeans and whitey tighties. (I’m sure my eyebrows raised involuntarily.) His small penis was in a cock cage, and he only looked down at it, unmoving.

I looked back up at his wife, the hot blonde, Jenna.

“Come with me,” she said and walked back through the open bedroom door, leaving it open behind her.

I glanced back at Morgan, but his head was still toward the floor as he held up his shirt and surveyed (regretted) his pitiful situation.

“Why do you stay with her?” I asked him in a hushed tone so that Jenna wouldn’t hear.

He finally looked up at me, and there was a semblance of resolve in his tone. “She said if I let her be free she might give it up one day.”

I followed Jenna into the bedroom, but when I began to shut the door, she called, “Morgan!”

I paused while Morgan lumbered toward me and entered the room past me. I looked back at Jenna.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said. “It’s part of his punishment.”

The living room was large and had a high vaulted ceiling. There was also a nice fire blazing in the fireplace and two nice sofas in front of a large flat-screen TV. I watched Morgan as he took a seat on another hard wooden chair near the bed against the far wall.

Morgan and I both watched as Jenna slowly unbuttoned her white shirt and pulled it off over her shoulders revealing pink, perky tits that she stuck out in my direction. “Have you gotten any pussy since you’ve been here?” She asked me. “When we met in the bar, you said you were here for a piece of ass.”

I shook my head to indicate that I hadn’t.

“How long has it been for you?” She asked.

“Since I last had sex?” I asked.

“Anything,” She said.

“I haven’t gotten off in a week,” I admitted, and Jenna whistled. (Morgan whimpered.)

“That’s a long time,” she said. “Poor baby!” She lay back on the pillows wearing only her thin pink panties, and (feet on the bed, knees up), she peeled them off over her perky ass, flashing me with her smooth pink crack and open, weeping pussy. “You must be so backed up!” she said, patting the bed beside her. “Let’s get you off, big boy!”

I looked at Morgan again, who only stared at Jenna. He was completely naked now and tugging at his cock cage, mouth agape.

“How do you know I’m big?” I asked.

Jenna smiled. “Morgan told me about the other night,” she said, “In your bath robe,” and Morgan interjected, “I didn’t say he was big!”

“You did, too,” Jenna said. “You might not have meant to.”

Jenna told me to get naked and I obeyed her with only a slight hesitation. I felt bad for Morgan, but I also couldn’t miss out on some warm pussy (especially hers).

When I climbed into the bed, Jenna and I were both naked and my cock was in a full salute.

“That’s Morgan’s side,” Jenna said as I climbed into bed beside her. “So if you spray any jizz on the sheets, it’s fine.” She shot Morgan a wicked glance.

Jenna took me in her warm hands and began to stroke me slowly. It was the first time my cock had been given this much attention in the past week, and I was, at that time, already becoming dizzy with pleasure.

“You’re really a grower,” Jenna said. “You’ll have to tell Morgan how tight my little snatch is in case he’s never a good enough boy to find out.”

I noticed a small key on a gold chain around Jenna’s neck.

I climbed on top of her and took her lips in mine—Our hot breath mingled and tingled as we sucked at each other—We made love with our lips, and Morgan continued to whimper in the corner.

I kissed my way down her neck and flicked her already-erect pink nipples with the tip of my tongue. As I kissed my way down to her navel, I noticed I had been leaking precum onto her stomach (quite a lot of it), and my cock twitched and leaked some more.

As I kissed and licked her down to her open crotch, Jenna grabbed onto my cock again and used my precum to massage my throbbing, slobbering knob. “That’s such a beautiful knob-head,” Jenna moaned, and I heard Morgan moan more intensely now (a completely different type of moan) from his hard chair.

I kissed the insides of Jenna’s thighs, and that drove her wild. She wrapped her legs up around the back of my head and pulled my face down into her lady parts. I licked her slit, forcing my tongue up inside her, and she grabbed my hair in desperation, moaning and thrusting into my face like a bitch in heat.

When I got to her clit, it was erect and slobbering like my own knob. I flicked it a few times with my tongue and watched with wonder as it twitched with each warm contact.

I sat up on Jenna’s stomach, reached back, and took hold of her clit (gently but firmly) between my pinchers, and she yelped and wriggled around, giggling. “Fuuuuuck,” she said, laughing—I had bested her—She was now in my control. I rolled her clit around gently between my fingers that were slimy with our sex (though we hadn’t technically had any yet).

“You’ve almost got a little cock down there,” I teased her.

“It feels so gooood,” Jenna moaned. Her face was beet red.

I glanced at Morgan and noticed his head was in his hands, facing the floor. He was still completely naked, but now he was sobbing.

I kissed my way back up to Jenna’s neck, keeping hold of her bean for control. She wrapped her legs around me tightly and asked if I would get her pregnant.

“Jenna!” Morgan yelped desperately. “You’re on birth control!” He sobbed.

“As far as you know,” Jenna moaned, and I heard what sounded like Morgan falling to his knees on the floor. (I didn’t dare look at him now.)

It was time to go for it (besides, I was sure to cum at any moment just from foreplay alone).

I let go of Jenna’s erect lovebud and kissed her deeply.

I worked my hands around behind her head, slowly unclasping the gold chain around her neck, and removed it without her knowing.

I placed my forehead on hers and stared deeply into her blue eyes. “You wanna get pregnant, baby? I’ve got a lot of fertile nut for you in my aching balls.” Jenna sucked onto my bottom lip and wrapped her legs around me so tightly that I could literally feel how bad she needed it.

I rammed my knocker down into her wet slit and she took me smoothly and easily. Jenna squealed from the surprise but quickly started to laugh and moan and thrust her horny pussy up over my cock to my own jackhammer rhythm.

Her pussy gripped me over and over (we were both so wet from each other), and when I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, I rolled over onto my back, taking Jenna with me in the roll (she was hugging me that tightly with her arms and legs).

Now that she was on top of me, she sat up and rode me like a bull, fondling my nuts, until I grabbed her (again with those pinchers of mine) by her hard, perky nipples and encouraged her downward onto me, warmth against warmth (her hard nipples poked my own). I railed her pussy, my nuts flying every which way, bear-hugging her as she bear-hugged me, completely locking each other into an extremely magnetic sexual embrace.

I felt like a wild beast as I humped hotly at her pussy and thought about ejaculating deep inside her gripping warmth with the intent of breeding her.

I tossed the key on Jenna’s gold chain over toward Morgan and moaned loudly at the very moment the key hit the floor. I heard Morgan scramble for it and continued to fuck his wife like it would be my last nut on earth.

Suddenly, Jenna squealed and I felt her pussy clench me like nothing I’d ever known.

It was Morgan. He stood on both feet and squatted over his wife’s presented bare ass—He’d shoved his cock in her butthole and was humping at her desperately.

“I’ve never done anal!” Jenna squealed. She was out of breath and panting hard.

I thrust up inside her, knowing I was about to nut, while Morgan continued to straddle her doggy and humped her like the caged animal he had been for so long.

“I’M GOING TO CUM!!!” Jenna squealed, and Morgan and I must have felt it at the same time, because, as I rode the edge of climax, my cock jerked hard, and I felt Jenna’s warm sheath spasm and milk me out.

Morgan really pounded Jenna’s ass at that point and suddenly began to let out the most animalistic short grunts I’d ever heard come from a human.

Jenna’s pussy continued to seize me, massaging me tensely, and my nut began to spray off. Morgan let out a guttural yell and fapped himself off inside his wife’s tight ass.

Jenna wriggled and squirmed as if she were trying to get away, but continued to squeal and moan from the double penetration as her pussy and butthole milked two horny-anxious men dry. She shook with orgasm in my arms, and when the spasms stopped, Morgan pulled out his cock and disappeared through what I assumed was the bathroom door.

“Mmmmmm,” Jenna moaned against my chest, and I stroked her hair, continuing to thrust up into her gently, making love to her now, as the last of my own spasms waned.

I felt a warm fluid run down onto my balls from Jenna’s bottom.

“That was amazing…” Jenna moaned savagely. “I didn’t expect that, you naughty little asshole.”

I slapped her ass and kissed her as Morgan’s warm ejaculate continued to pour out of her booty and down onto my soaked but satisfied nuts.

“I’m going to tell Morgan he got me pregnant through my ass, and he’ll have to take care of your baby forever,” Jenna smiled.

In the light of my post-nut clarity, I realized what Lora had been telling me the day before. Jenna was a bitch, but she had finally been fucked like one.

“You think I’m a bitch,” Jenna said, “But I’ve actually wanted a baby for a really long time.”

“What about Morgan?” I asked.

“Morgan wants what I want,” she said.

I got out of their cabin as quickly as I could, light on my feet, and headed straight for the cold shower to wash Morgan’s nut spill from my relieved balls.

I felt his jug of spunk squish and splosh between my legs as I walked; it ran down the insides of my thighs, and I decided even before I reached my cabin that I would be leaving these underwear and pants behind.

Maybe Morgan and Jenna would finally laugh together about something.

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