Muscle Nick’s Blizzard Bisexual Romp 💋
Deep in the pine-shrouded mountains, where the snow piled like forgotten sins against the windows of their rented luxury cabin, Lena paced the fur rug before the roaring fire. Her heart hammered wild, a feral drumbeat echoing the storm’s howl outside. Blonde waves cascaded down her back, not buzzed like some rebel cut, but wild and tangled from an afternoon of frantic prep. Thirty-two, yoga-sculpted curves straining her skimpy elf outfit—green velvet thong biting into her plump ass cheeks, sheer top barely corralling her heavy tits.
Her husband, Rocco, lounged on the leather sectional, tattooed arms flexed as he nursed a whiskey. Ink snaked over his olive skin: skulls grinning from his pecs, thorny vines twisting down to his thick thighs. Bartender by trade, built like a street-fighter god from endless nights hauling kegs and pumping iron in dingy gyms. His Santa kink? Buried deep from boyhood fantasies, now twisted with his bi cravings into something raw and urgent. “Fuck, babe, he’s almost here,” Rocco growled, palming the bulge snaking down his thigh through black boxer briefs. “That profile pic… Jax’s chest alone made me leak.”
Lena spun, nipples diamond-hard against the fabric. “I want him railing us both. That thick daddy dick stretching my holes while you choke on it.” Her voice dripped honeyed filth, pussy already slick, scent of her arousal mingling with pine logs crackling in the hearth. They’d matched with Jax on that underground app months back—MuscleNick69, a 45-year-old personal trainer with a Santa fetish client list longer than his arm veins. Chats exploded into vids: him stroking his veiny monster, them tag-teaming a dildo. Christmas Eve, isolated cabin, no interruptions. Perfect storm.
Headlights pierced the blizzard outside, tires crunching gravel muffled by drifts. Jax’s tricked-out Jeep roared to a stop. He emerged, a mountain of man in custom red flannel Santa gear—fur-trimmed coat hugging barrel pecs and boulder traps, pants stretched obscene over tree-trunk quads and a pouch that swung heavy. Salt-pepper beard framed a smirk, blue eyes hungry under bushy brows. Six-foot-four, 280 pounds of shredded powerlifter beef, cock already half-chubbed from the drive’s dirty texts.
Door flew open. Snow swirled in like a white devil. “Ho-fuckin’-ho, naughty elves,” Jax boomed, voice gravel-rasp from years bellowing reps. He dropped a duffel that thudded like judgment day.
Rocco surged up, crushing Jax in a bro-hug that turned grind. “Been jerkin’ thinkin’ of this beast.” Hands roamed bold, copping feels of Jax’s rock-hard ass.
Lena dove in, tits squishing against Jax’s coat as she yanked his zipper. Taste of leather and man-sweat hit her tongue as she nipped his neck. “Presents first? Or we rip yours open?”
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Chapter 2: Sack of Sins Unleashed 🔥
Firelight danced shadows on walls paneled in rough cedar, air thick with woodsmoke and the metallic tang of anticipation. Jax shrugged off his coat, revealing a harness of black leather straps crisscrossing his fur-matted chest—nipples pierced with silver hoops that glinted like dirty promises. “Bag’s loaded with your wishlist shit,” he rumbled, kicking it open. Toys spilled: a gleaming chrome prostate massager curved like a devil’s hook, industrial lube that shimmered oil-slick rainbow, a spiked leather cuff set for wrists or cocks.
Lena snatched the lube, popping the cap. Musky vanilla punched the air, her fingers diving into her thong to slather her swollen folds. “This the stuff that burns so good inside? Makes you beg for more?” She smeared a glob on Rocco’s thickening rod, already straining free from his briefs—uncut, girthy, foreskin peeling back to pearl a fat drop.
Rocco hissed, hips bucking. “Fuck yeah. Jax, seen your vids— those veins throbbing. Strap this on me.” He dangled the cuff, a ring with nasty inward barbs for that edge-of-pain squeeze.
Jax dropped to knees on the bearskin rug, snowmelt puddling around his boots. Big paws engulfed Rocco’s meat, thumb swirling the precum into a glossy shine. “Gonna make this Italian sausage pulse for days.” He worked the cuff slow, leather creaking as it cinched base-tight. Rocco’s balls bloated heavier, sack tightening, dick leaping upright like a flagpole in gale.
“Shit… yeah, tighter,” Rocco groaned, threading fingers into Jax’s thick mane. Lena knelt too, breath hot on Jax’s neck, her hand joining to pump her hubby’s shaft. Saliva trailed as Jax leaned in, lips parting wide. The crown breached—salty tang exploding on his tongue, foreskin velvet sliding down to bare purple helmet. He sucked noisy, cheeks hollowing, beard tickling Rocco’s thighs.
Lena watched, cunt clenching empty. “Suck my man’s cum out, Santa. Then fuck my throat.” She yanked her top down, tits bouncing free—full D-cups, pink caps begging abuse. Jax’s free hand mauled one, pinching till she yelped, milk-chocolate areolas puckering under rough calluses.
Rocco face-fucked shallow, balls slapping Jax’s chin. “Goddamn, your mouth’s a furnace. Deeper, you beefy fuck.” Jax obliged, gagging wet as the head kissed his tonsils, throat muscles rippling. Spit ropes dangled, pooling on the rug. Lena fingered herself frantic, juices squelching audible over the suck-slurps.
Jax pulled off with a pop, strings connecting lips to dick. “Your turn, vixen. Ride my beard.” He reclined, pants tented massive, dragging Lena atop. She ground her sopping slit along his whiskers, cream smearing white fur, clit throbbing on scratchy hairs.
Chapter 3: Steamy Tub Tangle 💦
Steam billowed from the cabin’s back deck hot tub, jets churning froth like boiling lust. Blizzard raged, flakes hissing on superheated water, but inside the bubble-wall, naked bodies collided slick and savage. Jax hauled Lena first, her legs wrapping his waist as he stepped down, impaling her on his freed colossus—ten veiny inches, uncut sheath peeled to expose apple-sized head, ridge flaring brutal.
“Fuuuuck, splits me wide!” Lena wailed, nails raking his traps. Water sloshed wild, chlorine bite mixing with her tangy squirt as he bottomed out, balls smacking her ass underwater.
Rocco splashed in opposite, pressing chest-to-back against Jax. “My hole’s jealous, big man.” His lubed fingers probed Jax’s crack, circling the puckered ring—hairy, hungry. Jax grunted approval, thrusting up into Lena while pushing ass back onto Rocco’s invading digits. Two knuckles popped in, prostate milking waves that made Jax’s pole swell impossibly thicker inside her.
“Pound his guts,” Lena panted, tits floating buoyant, bouncing with each slam. She craned to tongue-kiss Rocco over Jax’s shoulder, swapping spit salty with precum. Rocco freed his fingers, gripped his spiked cock, and nudged Jax’s rim. Bubbling water eased the breach—head forcing past the spasm, inching deep amid groans that drowned the storm.
Jax roared, pinned sandwich-fuck, Lena’s cunt vise-gripping his shaft while Rocco reamed raw. “Ass like hot silk, bro. Milk my load.” Rocco hammered hips, tattooed pelvis slapping Jax’s glutes, water foaming white from churn. Lena’s walls fluttered orgasm-one, nails drawing blood beads on Jax’s pecs.
“Cum in him! Flood Santa’s shitter!” she shrieked, climax ripping—gush flooding around Jax’s buried bone. Rocco bellowed, hosing ropes deep into Jax’s bowels, heat blooming molten. Jax bucked wild, own eruption surging, painting Lena’s cervix white-thick.
They slumped panting, cocks twitching linked, bubbles tickling sensitive skins. Rocco slipped free with a fart-bubble, cum trailing cloudy. “Round two? Indoors, snow-play first?” Jax grinned wolfish, appetite endless.
Chapter 4: Frostbitten Foray ❄️
Blizzard paused, moon sliver piercing clouds to silver the drifts. Naked, goosebumped, they stumbled out—cocks swinging heavy, Lena’s thighs glistening runoff. Cold bit sharp, nipples aching peaks, but adrenaline burned hotter. Jax scooped snow, packing a fistful, pressing to Lena’s clit. “Wake this greedy pussy.”
She gasped, melt trickling cold down legs. “Bastard! Now fuck me in it.” He bent her doggy over a picnic table iced slick, plowing balls-deep. Snow squeaked under knees, her tits dragging cold planks, moans steaming breath-clouds. His hips snapped piston-cruel, ass cheeks rippling claps echoing pines.
Rocco circled, stroking revival, filming on phone. “Spread those cheeks, show me that wrecked hole leaking my jizz.” Jax obliged, thumbs prying, pink pucker winking cum-flecked. Rocco knelt, rimming sloppy—tongue scooping his own load, beard frosting white. Salty-bitter tang, mixed pine chill.
“Eat his ass clean then breed mine,” Jax commanded, railing Lena harder. She bucked back, cunt farting air around girth. Rocco rose, spitting lube-snow, slamming Jax’s tunnel re-oiled. Train-fuck chain: Rocco pile-driving Jax pile-driving Lena, grunts syncing symphony in night air.
Cold numbed toes but cocks scorched inferno. Lena came shrieking first, piss-stream arcing hot into snow. Jax followed, flooding her spasming depths anew. Rocco yanked out, spraying arcs across both asses—ropes pearling skin, freezing quick.
They bolted inside laughing, blue-lipped, slapping high-fives. “Best fuckin’ Christmas,” Rocco heaved, dick still dribbling.
Chapter 5: Hearth Hammering 🔥
Back before flames, rug steaming under dripping bodies. Lena fetched beers from the fridge—crack-fizz, cold foam soothing scorched throats. Jax sprawled alpha, legs splayed, semi-chub lolling thigh-long. “Strap time for me. Your turn to gear the beast.”
Rocco grinned feral, lubing the chrome hook-toy. “Bend over, Santa slut.” Jax complied, ass high, cheeks spread voluntary. The massager probed slow—cool metal kissing rim, curving in to nub that magic gland. Switch flicked: buzz humming low, prostate thumping waves up Jax’s spine, dick drooling instant puddle.
“Motherfuuuuck,” Jax moaned, hips hunching air. Lena straddled his face reverse, grinding sopping snatch on beard. “Tongue my shithole, big boy.” He lapped eager, rimming her pucker musky-clean, nose buried clit-deep inhaling her essence.
Rocco mounted from behind, cock spearing Jax’s loosened chute alongside the vibe—double-stuffed stretch burning exquisite. “Tight even plugged. Gonna ruin this muscle ass.” Thrusts brutal, toy grinding deeper with each plunge, balls smacking vibe-base.
Lena rocked hips, tits swaying hypnotic, pinching her own nips bloody-red. “Swap—want that fat pole gagging me.” Positions blurred: Jax flat on back, Lena deepthroating gullet-balls, tears streaming happy; Rocco riding reverse-cowgirl on Jax’s face, hole winking over tongue; then pile daisy-chain, every hole filled, moans choral filth.
“Gonna nut… where?” Rocco panted, edging frantic.
“Mouths! Share the load,” Jax barked. They knelt shoulder-to-shoulder before him, tongues out begging. Rocco erupted first—thick jets volleying their faces, salty ropes draping chins. Lena scooped, snowballing Jax in creamy kiss 💋. Jax pumped final, hosing their joined mouths overflow—gulp-swallow chorus, cum burping bubbles.
Chapter 6: Dawn’s Dripping Aftermath
Sun cracked horizon, painting snow blush-pink through frost-laced panes. Exhausted tangle on the rug: limbs entwined sweaty, air reeking sex-stale—cum crusting hairs, pussy farts occasional punctuation. Lena stirred first, cunt tender-throb reminder, nuzzling Jax’s spent slab soft on belly.
“Best gift ever,” she murmured, lapping clean a stray pearl. Rocco hummed agreement, hand idly stroking Jax’s balls, fingers tracing piercings.
Jax chuckled deep, chest rumbling under their heads. “Plenty more holidays. App’s got my number.” He rose slow, muscles pumped obscene post-pump, duffel repacked minus empties.
Kisses lingered door-side, promises texted already beeping phones. Jeep growled to life, taillights vanishing swirl. Inside, couple collapsed giggling, plotting New Year’s sequel.
Blizzard broke, world fresh-washed. But their hunger? Eternal burn.
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