Cabin Whore’s Forbidden Blizzard Bang 🔥
Deep in the snow-choked woods, the old cabin creaked under the blizzard’s fury. Lila, a voluptuous 25-year-old with raven hair cascading to her plump ass, lounged by the roaring fireplace. Her tight sweater hugged her massive tits, nipples poking like diamonds. The group—eight horny friends snowed in for the weekend—passed whiskey bottles, laughter turning filthy as the power flickered out.
“Truth or dare’s too tame,” Mia declared, her red curls wild, green eyes gleaming. She was the ringleader, a tattooed bartender with a wicked streak. “Pair-up fuck fest. Phone app decides. Losers watch.”
Links: Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 2: Sauna Tease and the First Deception 💋
The sauna’s steam wrapped around Lila’s sweat-slick skin like a lover’s breath. Wood smoke mingled with the musky tang of arousal. She’d drawn Ryan’s rival, Jake— a burly mechanic with a beer gut and a cock like a fence post. Ryan, her lanky boyfriend of two years, a college coach with a perpetual hard-on, sat outside fidgeting.
“Don’t worry, babe,” Lila purred, grinding her soaked yoga pants against Jake’s thigh. Her hand snaked down, palming his throbbing meat through denim. “Just a quick steam.”
Jake growled, ripping her top open. Her heavy jugs spilled out, pale flesh glowing red from heat. He latched on like a starving wolf, sucking one fat nipple while pinching the other raw. Lila moaned, the slap of wet skin echoing. She stroked his zipper down, freeing that veiny monster. It slapped her belly, pre-cum smearing her navel.
“Fuck my mouth,” she begged, dropping to knees on the splintery bench. Jake fisted her hair, ramming deep. Gagging sounds filled the haze—glurk, glurk—as spit drooled down her chin, pooling on her cleavage. Outside, Ryan shifted, clueless to the throat-fuck inches from the door.
She popped off, gasping. “Cum on my tits. Quick.” Jake jerked furiously, ropes of hot jizz splattering her chest. Sticky warmth trickled between her boobs. Lila smeared it like lotion, grinning wickedly. “Back out there. Act normal.”
They emerged, her sweater yanked down hiding the mess. Ryan eyed her flushed face, the sweat. “You good?”
“Peachy,” she lied, cupping his crotch under the towel table later. Squeezing his stiff prick till he winced. Torment. Pure torment.
Whispers of Betrayal
Night deepened. Snow howled. Lila whispered to Mia, “Rig the next pair. Me and Kyle.” Her brother Kyle—tall, ripped lumberjack build, buzzed blond hair—lounged smirking. They’d always shared dirty secrets, boundaries long blurred in drunken family reunions.
Ryan’s cock twitched under her relentless palm. She edged him mercilessly, nails scraping his ballsack. “Not yet, stud. Patience.”
He groaned, hips bucking. “Lila, please…”
She laughed low. “Group rules, baby. Wait your turn.”
Chapter 3: Storage Room Sin with Brother’s Brutal Claim
The storage room reeked of damp lumber and forgotten oil cans. Dim lantern light flickered as Lila shoved Kyle inside, door slamming. Outside, the gang catcalled. “Brother-sister special! Hand over clothes!”
“Give us a sec,” Kyle yelled, already yanking her leggings down. Her shaved snatch glistened, lips puffy. Lila spun, bracing palms on a dusty shelf, ass arched high. Kyle’s jeans hit the floor. His thick rod—uncut, girthy as her wrist—prodded her dripping folds.
“Fuck me raw, bro,” she hissed. He slammed home, balls-deep in one thrust. Her walls clenched, milking him. The shelf rattled with each pound, tools clattering. Lila bit her fist to muffle screams. Wet slaps—schlick, schlick—mixed with her whimpers.
“Pussy’s mine tonight,” Kyle grunted, switching holes. Anal plunge, no lube but her juices. Burn stretched to ecstasy. He alternated: cunt, ass, cunt-ass. Lila’s eyes rolled, tongue lolling. Drool hit the floor.
“Spit on me,” she begged. Kyle hawked a fat loogie, watching it slide down her forehead, over eyebrow, dripping into her open mouth. Salty tang exploded on her tongue. She swallowed, shivering.
“Dirtiest sis ever.” He yanked hair, arching her back. Final bucks—deep in ass—then flood. Cum gushed hot, painting her guts white.
“Piss now,” she whispered, knees buckling to the cold concrete. Back to him, ass up. Kyle’s stream started—warm jet hitting her nape, soaking black locks. She shampooed it in, fingers slick, scent sharp and acrid. Piss river down spine, pooling in ass crack, trickling over puckered hole.
Door cracked. Mia peeked. “Holy shit! Piss whore!”
Lila grinned, rubbing clit. “More?”
Jake barged in, dick out. “My turn.” His piss hosed her face—golden shower splashing tits, belly. She gargled, spat, laughed. Nora—petite blonde yoga freak—watched, fingering herself.
“Bend over,” Jake ordered. Lila did, wall-slamming fuck. Mia guided his prick in, whispering, “Ruin her snatch.” Pounds shook her teeth loose. Tits flopped, piss flying. Jake throat-fucked her post-cum, then spat thick globs on her tongue. “Gulp, slut.”
She did, flavor musky-sour. Slipped out, bikini half-on, reeking of depravity.
Chapter 4: Breakup Bombshell and Jacuzzi Jizz Fest
Back in the main hot tub—steamy bubble haven amid snowbanks—Lila perched beside Ryan. Underwater, her foot teased his trapped erection. Up-down, relentless. He squirmed, face red.
Sophia—curvy Latina, Kyle’s girl—drifted half-buzzed nearby. Max, Nora’s beefy hubby, grabbed Lila’s free hand for a sneaky stroke-job. His load spurted silent into froth—thick ropes vanishing.
Weeks blurred in booze and banter. Midnight, Ryan pulled her aside to their loft bedroom. Pine scent heavy, bed creaking under his weight.
“Lila… we’re done,” he muttered, eyes down. “No spark. Fun, but not love.”
She chuckled dark. Heart raced—not pain, thrill. “Someone else?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“Cheat on her? Prove you’re man enough.” Mischief sparked.
“Huh?”
“Spy from Max and Nora’s window. Overlooks the tub.” She sauntered out, naked as sin, snowflakes kissing skin.
“Ryan’s out cold,” she announced to the tub crew. “Who needs this cum-dump?”
Nora hopped up first, bottoms off, perching edge. Legs splayed. Lila dove in—tongue lashing clit, slurping tangy nectar. Ass high for Ryan’s view. Nora chatted casual: “Pass the rum,” ignoring the rimjob.
Max joined, cock spearing Lila’s sopping gash. Doggy double-team. His hips slapped thunderous, grunts animal. Cum blast two minutes in—scalding her core.
Brother’s Encore Exposure
Kyle pounced next. Lila rimmed Nora’s tight rosebud—musky flavor flooding mouth—while bro reamed her pussy. Mechanical thrusts, using her hole like a fleshlight. Load dumped emotionless. She dripped mixed seed.
“Piss tag-team?” Kyle to Max.
“Hell yes.” Lila sprawled grass-ward, toward window. On back, head tilted. Streams unleashed—piss arcs soaking every inch. Tits glazed shiny, face mask of urine, hair matted. She writhed, fingers plunging cunt, moans feral.
They hosed merciless: mouth flooded, she swallowed gulps. Belly pooled warm. Finished, they walked off. Lila rose, piss streaming legs, scanning for more cocks.
Chapter 5: Kitchen Counter Carnage and Forest Filth
Ryan stumbled in hours later, hollow-eyed. Lila feigned innocence, but inside? Electric. She’d seen his shadow flee.
New hunger struck pre-dawn. Kitchen raid: Mia bent Lila over granite island, strap-on dildo—black, ridged—plundering ass. Jars clinked rhythm. “Scream, bitch!” Mia slapped cheeks red.
Sophia joined, sitting counter, forcing Lila’s face to her hairy bush. “Eat it, whore.” Lila lapped ravenously, chin slick with cream. Jake piled on—triple stuff. Cock in mouth beside Sophia’s grinding.
“Choke her!” Kyle urged, now hard again. Swapped: he ass-fucked while Jake throat-plowed. Cum cocktail—swallow, creampie, facial. Piss chaser: all four unloaded, flooding floor. Lila lapped puddles, tongue scraping tile gritty-salt.
Dawn broke gray. “Forest walk?” Nora suggested sly. Snow crunched under bare feet—Lila nude, body steaming cold air. Pine needles sharp, wind whipping piss-crusted skin.
Snowy Degradation Ritual
Clearing hit. They circled. “Group whore initiation.” Max first: bent her over log, frosty bark biting tits. Fucked savage, snowballs melting on back. Cum in pussy, then piss icicle-stream freezing thighs.
Kyle: Face-fuck till puke—vomit-snot mix bubbling lips. “Regurgitate on your jugs.” She did, rubbing vile mess.
Mia and Nora: Fisting frenzy. Lila’s holes stretched—fist-deep cunt, knuckles grinding G. Squirt exploded, steaming snow yellow.
Jake finale: Suspended tree-branch hold, legs wide. Piledriver pound, balls slapping chin. Blizzard swirled cumflakes.
Chapter 6: Dawn of the Ultimate Cum-Piss Princess 🔥💋
Back inside, fire crackled low. Lila sprawled rug, body a canvas: bruises blooming, fluids crusting. Ryan gone—packed, fled in truck before plows.
Group converged final orgy. All dicks out—Jake, Kyle, Max. Rotation: every hole stuffed. Double-anal stretch burned divine. Throats ballooned. Cunt overflowed froth.
Dialogue crude: “Gape that shithole, bro!” Kyle to Max. “Piss enema time.” They did—flooding bowels till belly swelled. Lila expelled fountain, gang lapping splatter.
Girls piled: Nora scissoring Lila’s pissy snatch, Mia sitting face. Sophia fisting tits—yes, knuckles in cleavage gaps.
Climaxes chained. Cum bukkake—face buried under layers, eyes glued shut. Piss deluge final rinse: standing shower, streams crisscross. She danced in it, fingers frantic on clit. Orgasm ripped—screaming, squirting arc hitting ceiling beams.
Sated, they collapsed. Lila’s skin tingled—cold burns, hot seed, salty crust. No regrets. Just raw, forever hunger. Blizzard eased. Weekend etched eternal. She was theirs. Whore reborn in white hell.
Wood smoke curled lazy. Tastes lingered: bitter cum, sharp urine, sweet pussy dew. Touches ghosted: rough grips, slippery slides. Sounds echoed memory: moans, slaps, gurgles. Scents clung: sweat, sap, sin. Sights burned: ropes flying, holes gaping, yellow rivers. Perfection in perversion.
