Snowbound Passionate Surrender 🔥
Stranded in the whispering Rockies, endless white blanketing everything. Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Jump to Chapter 6
Chapter 1: Blizzard’s Embrace
The wind howled like a beast outside the ski chalet’s thick log walls, snow piling up against the windows until the world outside blurred into nothingness. I, Elena Voss, thirty-two and weary from a semester of corralling undergrads through lit classes, had come here to escape. No family nagging about settling down with some bland accountant from Dad’s firm. Just me, a roaring fire in the stone hearth, and a bottle of bourbon swiped from the host’s cabinet.
Or so I thought.
Three guys from my advanced seminar—Blaze with his tousled red hair and freckled grin, Rocco the dark-eyed charmer who’d aced every paper with lazy flair, and Drake, built like a linebacker with ink-black curls and a quiet intensity—had shown up at the chalet unannounced. They’d been on a guys’ ski trip nearby, van buried under an avalanche of drifts. My texts begging for a lift home? Ignored in the chaos. Now we were snowed in, four strangers turned reluctant housemates in this luxury trap.
The fire crackled, spitting embers that danced like fireflies. Bourbon warmed my veins, loosening the knot in my chest. I stretched on the sheepskin rug, my wool sweater riding up to bare a sliver of midriff. They sprawled around me, shirts unbuttoned from the heat, jeans hugging thighs honed from campus gyms and pickup games.
Blaze chuckled, nursing his glass. “Professor Voss, you look way too comfy for someone stuck with us delinquents. Admit it—this beats grading papers.”
I smirked, the liquor buzzing pleasantly. “Flattery won’t dig us out, kid. But yeah, marginally.”
Rocco leaned in, his olive skin glowing amber in the firelight, cologne mixing with woodsmoke—musky, inviting. “Marginally? We’re your passionate saviors. Drake here’s fantasized about rescuing damsels since freshman orientation.”
Drake shot him a glare, but his silver eyes lingered on my legs, crossed casually. The air thickened, charged like the storm outside. I felt their gazes, not predatory, but hungry. Real. My body, all soft curves and generous hips I’d always cursed, suddenly felt like an invitation.
We laughed it off, clinking glasses. But deep down, isolation stirred something feral.
Liquor Loosens Tongues
As night deepened, stories spilled. Blaze confessed his folks were jetting to Bali, leaving him adrift. Rocco’s Italian family pressured him into med school; he craved art instead. Drake? Silent type, but bourbon cracked him open—divorced parents, rugby scars hiding abandonment fears.
I shared fragments: the family edict to marry safe, surrender my lit passion for domestic drudgery. “They see this,” I gestured to my hourglass frame, fuller than fashion mags preached, “as baggage. Not fire.”
Blaze’s eyes sparkled. “Fire? Professor, you’re a goddamn inferno.”
Heat flushed my cheeks. Not embarrassment—thrill.
Chapter 2: Confessions by the Hearth 💋
Dawn? Forgotten. We lingered by the fire, bourbon bottles emptying like inhibitions. The chalet smelled of pine sap and charred oak, bourbon’s caramel bite lingering on tongues.
Rocco stirred first, voice husky. “Truth time, Prof. Ever wonder what we whisper about you in the dorms?”
My pulse quickened. “Enlighten me.”
Blaze grinned, elfin face mischief-lit. “Your lectures? Riveting. But when you pace, hips swaying… damn. Pure distraction.”
Drake nodded, voice gravel. “Class clowns hide it, but we’re all hooked. That ass? Legendary.”
I laughed, but warmth pooled low. “Flirt all you want. I’m twice your age.”
“Thirty-two’s prime,” Rocco purred, eyes devouring my sweater’s cling to modest breasts, then dipping to thighs straining yoga pants. “Men crave real women. Curves that promise grip, heat.”
Their words ignited memories—stale lovers, vanilla nights. I craved passion, raw and unscripted.
“Prove it,” I teased, heart pounding. “Ever played truth or dare? Real stakes.”
Blaze whooped. Drake’s jaw tightened, but his bulge twitched. Rocco’s grin wicked. Game on.
The fire popped, shadows leaping as dares escalated. Blaze stripped to boxers first, lean runner’s body freckled, cock half-hard against cotton. Drake followed, muscles rippling, thick shaft outlined dark.
My turn: truth. “What’s your dirtiest fantasy about me?”
Rocco: “All three of us, worshipping every inch. Tongues, hands, cocks—till you scream.”
Breath hitched. The room spun with bourbon haze and mounting desire.
Heating the Pot
Dares blurred. I flashed lace panties, black and sheer. They groaned. Blaze dared me to grind Drake’s thigh—his meaty leg flexed under denim, friction sparking through fabric. Wetness slicked my folds.
“You’re soaked,” Drake murmured, hand grazing.
Passion ignited then, fierce and unyielding.
Chapter 3: Stripped Bare
Tension snapped like dry twigs. No more games. I stood, peeling sweater over head, bra cups barely containing breasts that heaved with ragged breaths. Their eyes devoured—Blaze licking lips, Rocco palming his bulge, Drake’s fists clenching.
Pants next. I shimmied them down, plump ass jiggling free, panties wedged deep in cleft. The chalet air kissed skin, nipples peaking against lace.
“Fuck, Prof,” Blaze breathed. “Perfect.”
Rocco pounced first, lips crashing mine in a passionate kiss 💋, tongue invading like conquest. Hands roamed—squeezing tits, pinching nipples till I moaned into his mouth.
Drake from behind, beard scraping neck, calluses raking hips. “Wanted this forever.” His erection ground my ass, hot iron through boxers.
Blaze knelt, nuzzling thigh, inhaling musk. Fingers hooked panties, dragging down. My pussy bared—swollen lips glistening, clit throbbing.
They shed clothes. Blaze’s cock sprang pink and curved, veined prettily. Rocco’s thick, uncut, foreskin peeling to reveal plum head. Drake’s monster—nine inches, girthy, veins pulsing like ropes.
Naked glory. Firelight gilded sweat-slick skin.
Tongues of Flame
Rocco dropped, spreading thighs. “Gonna taste heaven.” Tongue lapped slit, delving folds, sucking clit with vacuum pull. I bucked, fingers tangling his raven hair.
Blaze suckled breast, teeth grazing areola. Drake claimed mouth, kiss bruising, fingers probing ass—slick with my drip.
Orgasm built fast, coiling serpent. Rocco’s fingers plunged—two, then three—curling G-spot while tongue fluttered. “Come, Elena. Flood me.”
I shattered, juices squirting his chin, screams echoing off logs. They drank it, lapping like starved wolves.
Panting, I knelt. Their cocks bobbed, pre-cum beading.
Chapter 4: Worship Unleashed 🔥
My turn to devour. Started with Blaze—lips enveloping his length, tongue swirling glans. He hissed, hips jerking. “Prof… fuck, passionate mouth.”
Switched Rocco, deep-throating girth till nose met pubes, gagging wetly. Saliva trailed, balls cupped and sucked.
Drake waited, stroking behemoth. I stretched jaws, taking half—impossible thickness splitting lips. He growled, fucking face slow, balls slapping chin.
They rotated, hands everywhere—fingering pussy and ass, pinching flesh. I slurped sloppy, mascara running, tits bouncing.
Rocco first to blow—hot ropes painting tongue, salty-bitter. I swallowed, sharing with Blaze in sloppy kiss.
Blaze erupted next, spurting cheeks. Drake lasted, flooding throat till I choked, cum dribbling chin.
But they hardened fast. Young stamina.
Double, Triple Penetration
Bent over hearth rug, ass high. Drake mounted first—blunt head breaching pussy, stretching to burn. Inch by inch, buried balls-deep. “Tight cunt milks me.”
He railed, hips slamming, balls smacking clit. Gushy sounds filled air, mingled with my wails.
Rocco fed cock to mouth, Blaze under—tits smothering face as he sucked nipples.
Positions blurred. Rocco in ass—lube spit-slick—pounding while Drake claimed pussy. Double stuffed, walls thin between cocks. Blaze throat-fucked, tears streaming.
“Passionate fucktoys,” Drake grunted. I came again, spasming, squirting carpet.
They rotated relentlessly. Air reeked sex—sweat, cum, pussy nectar.
Chapter 5: Storm’s Fury Matches Ours
Hours melted. We dragged to sauna—new scene, steam hissing like serpents. Wood benches slick under ass.
Blaze on back, I rode reverse—his cock pistoning pussy while Rocco lubed ass, sliding home. Drake straddled face, ass grinding mouth. I rimmed deep, tongue-fucking pucker as they DP’d.
Steam choked lungs, skin slapped wetly. “Eat that hole, Elena—passionate slut.”
Sweat-stung eyes, I tongued prostate till he jacked ropes onto Blaze’s chest.
Hot tub next—bubbles churning. Drake impaled me facing away, bouncing on colossus. Water sloshed, tits slapping surface. Rocco and Blaze stroked, then titty-fucked—cocks wedged cleavage, thrusting till double facial glazed me.
Back inside, fire dying. They pinned me, three cocks rubbing slit.
“Triple? Nah—ultimate.”
Blaze pussy, Drake ass, Rocco… mouth too full? No—inches apart, rubbing clits? Wait, impossible. Instead, Blaze pussy, hands fisting both asses as Rocco and Drake jerked over me.
No. Full glory: I on all fours, Drake pussy-doggy, Rocco ass, Blaze under missionary-style? Logistics be damned—raw frenzy.
They tag-teamed holes, airtight rotations. Pussy stretched gaping, ass prolapsed-pink, throat raw.
Orgasms chained—mine volcanic, theirs flooding every crevice. Cum bubbled cunt, leaked ass, crusted face.
Edge of Sanity
One final: all three shafts grinding my pussy entrance—fists lubing, impossible stretch. Not quite in, but frotting lips/clit till I blacked out cumming, squirting arc.
Exhaustion hit.
Chapter 6: Dawn’s Tender Reckoning
Morning light pierced frost-laced windows. Storm ebbed, plows distant humming.
We woke tangled—limbs sticky, air pungent with dried fluids. My body ached gloriously—pussy tender-swollen, ass throbbing, throat hoarse.
Blaze stirred, kissing shoulder softly. “Last night… passionate madness. Regrets?”
I traced Rocco’s jaw, Drake’s scar-laced chest. “None. You unlocked me.”
They nodded, vulnerability cracking tough shells. Drake: “More than sex. Needed this bond.”
We showered together—gentle soaping, fingers exploring anew, but soft. Lazy licks, cum remnants savored.
Breakfast: eggs sizzling, coffee steaming. Stories deeper now—dreams shared, families dissected.
Outside, snow sparkled. Chainsaws buzzed; rescue neared.
But in glances, touches, lingered promise. “Roads clear?” Rocco winked. “Back here next storm?”
I laughed, heart full. Passionate surrender, indeed. Not end—awakening.
As van rumbled up, we dressed reluctantly. Last hugs crushed breasts to chests, hands stealing final gropes.
Reality beckoned. But memory? Eternal blaze.
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