Snowed In: Best Friend's Dad Takes My Ass

The wind howled outside the remote cabin, piling snow against the windows in thick white drifts that sealed them in completely. Emma sat cross-legged on the thick rug in front of the roaring fireplace, her bare legs tucked under one of Sarah's oversized sweatshirts that barely covered the tops of her thighs. At nineteen, she still felt the leftover buzz from the day's skiing, her muscles pleasantly sore, but the real heat building in her belly had nothing to do with exercise. Across from her, Mark reclined in the big leather armchair, a glass of red wine cradled in his big hand. Sarah's dad. Forty-eight, divorced two years now, dark hair silvering at the temples, shoulders still broad from years of weekend workouts. The only other person awake in the entire snowed-in cabin while Sarah slept soundly upstairs.

Emma took a slow sip of her own wine, letting her eyes linger on the way his flannel shirt stretched across his chest. Years of secret glances at family barbecues, Christmas mornings, the way he'd hugged her a second too long last summer when she graduated—none of it had ever gone further than charged silence. Until tonight.

"Storm's not letting up," Mark said, his voice low and rough. He swirled the wine, watching her over the rim. "Looks like we're stuck here till morning at least. Maybe longer."

"I don't mind," Emma answered, shifting so the sweatshirt rode higher on her thighs. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. The firelight caught the flush on her cheeks. "Sarah's out cold. Just us."

Mark's gaze dropped openly to her bare legs, then climbed back up. "You've grown up, Emma. Hard not to notice. Every time you come around the house I catch myself staring. Thinking things I shouldn't."

Her pussy clenched at the confession. She set her glass down and leaned forward, the neckline of the sweatshirt gaping to show the soft inner curves of her tits. "I've been staring right back. Fantasizing. About your hands. Your mouth. What it would feel like if you finally stopped being careful."

He exhaled hard through his nose, setting his wine aside. "Fuck. You have no idea how many nights I've jerked off thinking about spreading you open. About claiming every hole you've got. That tight little cunt. That pretty mouth. And especially that perfect ass. I've pictured you bent over my desk at the house while Sarah's at class, me burying my cock so deep in your ass you forget your own name."

Emma's breath hitched. Wetness slicked her inner thighs already. "I've been dying for it. Touching myself in the shower after every visit, pushing my fingers into my ass and pretending it's you stretching me. I'm so fucking tight back there, Mark. I've never taken a real cock. Just toys. I want you to ruin it. Stretch me open and fill me till I can't walk straight."

The tension snapped. She crawled across the rug on hands and knees, the sweatshirt riding up to bare her smooth, shaved pussy and the firm cheeks of her ass. Mark's cock was already tenting his jeans hard when she climbed into his lap, straddling him. She ground down against the thick ridge, moaning at the heat of him through the denim. His hands clamped onto her hips, fingers digging in as she rolled her hips in slow, filthy circles.

"Use me," she begged against his mouth, kissing him wet and open. Their tongues tangled. She sucked his lower lip. "Please, Mark. I've wanted this for years. Stretch my tight ass. Fuck me like you've always imagined. I'm yours tonight. Every hole."

He growled, standing with her still wrapped around him, then dropped her onto her feet and spun her toward the couch. "Clothes off. Now."

Emma yanked the sweatshirt over her head and tossed it aside, standing naked in the firelight—perky tits with tight pink nipples, slim waist flaring into full hips, the neat slit of her pussy already glistening. Mark stripped fast, revealing a thick, veined cock that jutted heavy and long, the head already leaking. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the side table drawer like he'd stashed it hoping, then pushed her forward over the arm of the couch so her ass was high and presented.

He dropped to his knees behind her. "Look at this perfect fucking ass." His hands spread her cheeks wide, exposing the tight pink pucker of her hole. Then his tongue dragged over it, hot and wet, circling, pressing. Emma cried out, pushing back as he rimmmed her relentlessly, spearing his tongue inside, licking deep, sucking on the rim until she was dripping down her thighs and moaning brokenly into the cushions.

"Mark—oh fuck, your tongue—feels so good—"

He pulled back only long enough to coat his fingers in lube, then pressed one thick digit against her asshole. It sank in slowly. She was tight, gripping him, but she pushed back greedily. A second finger joined, scissoring, stretching, pumping in and out while she reached back between her legs and stroked his cock, smearing the precum down his shaft.

"Your ass is squeezing me so fucking hard," he rasped. "Gonna feel like heaven around my cock."

He stood, lined up, and thrust into her pussy first in one smooth stroke. Emma sobbed in pleasure as his thick cock filled her cunt to the hilt, soaking him completely. He fucked her hard and deep for a dozen strokes, the wet slap of skin loud in the cabin, getting his dick slick and her even wetter. Then he pulled out, the head of his cock shiny and dripping, and pressed it to her lubed, spit-slicked asshole.

"Breathe," he ordered. "Push back onto me."

Emma did. The fat head popped through her tight ring with a burn that made her eyes water in the best way. Inch by inch he sank deeper, stretching her virgin ass around his thick shaft until his hips were flush against her cheeks and every inch of him was buried inside her. She felt impossibly full, claimed, her hole fluttering around him.

"Holy shit—you're in my ass—so deep—"

Mark gripped her hips and started thrusting, slow at first, dragging almost all the way out before plunging back in. Her ass gripped him like a fist. He built speed, fucking her in deep doggy, the couch creaking, her tits swinging, filthy wet sounds filling the room as her stretched hole took every brutal stroke.

"Take it," he growled. "Take every fucking inch in that greedy ass."

He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back on the couch cushions, and shoved her legs up over his shoulders. In this position he drove straight back into her ass, folding her nearly in half, pounding hard and deep while his thumb found her swollen clit and rubbed tight circles. Emma's mouth fell open in a silent scream. The dual assault—cock wrecking her ass, fingers working her clit—pushed her over the edge hard. Her pussy clenched and then gushed, squirting in hard pulses that sprayed across his abs and the couch as she came screaming his name, her ass spasming around his thrusting cock.

Mark fucked her through it, chasing his own release, then yanked free at the last second. His cock jerked, thick ropes of hot cum painting her gaping, freshly fucked asshole, dripping down over her still-fluttering hole and onto her pussy. He milked every spurt onto her, marking her, breathing hard.

"Jesus Christ, Emma. Look at that. Wide open and full of my cum."

Her legs trembled as he carefully lowered them. Cum leaked from her stretched ass. He scooped her up easily into his arms, carrying her trembling body down the short hall to the bathroom. Steam soon filled the shower as he stepped in with her under the hot spray. They washed each other tenderly at first—his soapy hands gliding over her tits, between her legs, gently cleaning her sensitive, gaping hole. She soaped his chest, his cock, already half-hard again under her fingers.

But tenderness frayed fast. He turned her to face the tile, bent her forward with her hands braced, and slicked fresh lube over his cock and her still-loose ass. Then he sank back inside her in one long thrust, filling her freshly cleaned hole all over again. Emma moaned loud, pushing back to take him deeper.

"Every time," she gasped as he fucked her slow and deep under the spray. "Every time we're alone from now on. Your cock in my ass. Promise me."

Mark drove in harder, balls slapping her clit, one hand reaching around to rub her again. "Fuck yes. Every chance I get I'm stretching this ass open and pumping it full. You're mine now."

He came with a guttural groan, flooding her ass with a second thick load, holding deep while she clenched and milked him. They stayed locked together under the water, panting, his cock still twitching inside her as the last spurts emptied.

Emma turned her head, cheek against the wet tile, voice husky and satisfied. "So when Sarah goes back to campus next weekend... you coming over to wreck my ass again?"