This anally amorous couple finds a wide range of ways to keep their love affair sizzling, even through the snowy season.

“So, Sharon — you looking forward to our weekend?” I asked my girlfriend.

Sharon brushed a lock of her long, dark hair away from her face. “Of course, I am. I want to leave first thing in the morning — oh, that’s nice. Really nice… ”

We were in bed, making love languidly. It had been a long day in what already felt like a long winter. We needed a break, so the next day we were leaving town for a weekend of skiing. Sharon and I are both downhill enthusiasts. I had a suspicion, though, that we would end up spending less time on the slopes and more time enjoying each other in private.

Sharon is twenty-five and she loves sex — can’t get enough of it. One time, just for the thrill, we climbed an old water tower and screwed on top, doggy-style, while cars whizzed by below. We’ve even fucked in a broom closet so small that we had to stand up. We couldn’t close the door all the way; my ass kept bumping it open. But best of all is Sharon’s appetite for backdoor sex. When the mood strikes her, which is often, she simply has to have anal… and I’m the lucky guy who gets to satisfy her craving.

At the moment, I lay behind her spoon-style, enjoying the feel of her nice round ass against my groin while I rocked my cock in and out of her syrupy cunt. I was not surprised by what happened next. She reached back, took hold of my slippery rod — she was so wet that night! — and, gently but firmly pushed the meaty crown against her anus.

“Ah,” she said, as much to herself as to me, “that’s a nice fit.” Her voice drifted off as she bumped against me, propelling my shaft deeper into her back channel. I hooked one hand over her shoulder and the other around her hip and began pumping my cock in and out of her fanny. Her breath came quicker now, and I felt her skin flush warmly in my grip.

Soon the ripples of pleasure coursing from my root through the rest of my body doubled in intensity, then tripled. Sharon’s ass was so tight, so hot; it was impossible to hold off for long. “I’m going to — unh — to come, baby,” I stammered, holding her tight against my thrusts.

“Do it!” she cried. “Come inside my ass. You know how much I love to feel you squirt in there — ” A gasp of delight choked off her statement, and I felt her whole body tighten. The climax swept through her just before I reached a pinnacle of my own. Then the cream flowed from my prick into Sharon’s rear end, and she sighed, squirming against me.

The next morning, under gray skies and snow flurries, we loaded our bags into the trunk of the car. Sharon looked perfectly demure in her long overcoat and knee-high boots, but when we got in the car she took off the coat, revealing her slinky camisole top and Daisy Duke shorts. The outfit was wildly inappropriate for the weather, and wildly sexy, too. I reached for the dash and turned the heat up a notch for Sharon’s sake, although I was feeling plenty hot just looking at her.

We arrived at the lodge in the late afternoon. Sharon put on her overcoat, and we checked in. Then we dumped our stuff in our room and went for a drink in the saloon. I suppose the libations helped pave the way for what followed, but knowing Sharon, it probably would have happened even if we’d been sober.

We had left the saloon and were headed back to our lodge room when we spotted a small, stand-alone structure a short way off, surrounded by snow.

“I think that’s the sauna,” I said.

“Let’s take a look.” Sharon started across the white expanse, her breath making little clouds of steam in the frigid air. I followed her up to the door, which she promptly yanked open. A blast of heat struck me full in the face.

“It’s a sauna, all right,” she said, peering inside. I looked, too, and saw a dimly lit interior with a cedar bench running along the wood-paneled walls. A yellow-tinted light bulb hung from the ceiling.

“Just our luck,” said Sharon. “No one’s using it!”

“Don’t you want to come back with towels — ?”

She was already stepping inside and pulling me after her. As soon as the door closed behind us I could hardly see; my eyes needed time to adjust after the bright, snowy landscape outside.

Sharon reached for me, saying, “We don’t need any towels.” She tossed her overcoat into a corner, then her purse, before mashing her sexy body — so exquisitely underdressed — against me. Her bare arms went around my neck, and she pressed one naked thigh between my legs. Her kiss ignited the fire within me, as Sharon’s kisses always do. Still, as my hands roamed over her back and down to her ass, I mumbled a note of caution: “Someone might come in.” My heart wasn’t in the protest, however. I could not have dissuaded Sharon in any case. Now that my eyes were growing accustomed to the darkness, I could see the lust in her eyes, the elemental hunger.

“No one’s going to come in,” she whispered, her desire making her breathless. We continued kissing and fumbling with each other’s clothing. The sauna’s intense heat was an added inducement to getting nude as quickly as possible.

I was the first one bare, and Sharon urged me to sit down on the bench. The smooth, polished wood was warm and dry. All Sharon had on by this time was her thong underwear, and she looked incredibly hot as she squatted down on the floor in front of me. Her breasts, full-shaped and buoyant, glistened in the light of the overhead bulb. Beads of perspiration decorated her cleavage.

She lowered her head to my cock, which stood straight and tall before her. First, she gave the tip a quick flick of her tongue. Then she flashed me a wicked grin, licked her lips, and dropped her mouth over my dick’s hefty circumference. I breathed out a long, happy sigh. She giggled and dipped forward, then back — forward, then back again, taking my rod to the back of her throat each time. One thing’s for sure, I will never get tired of the sublime way Sharon gives head. She bobbed up and down on my prick with increasing fervor, making her boobs jiggle enticingly. I rested my hands on her head and let her suck me to her heart’s content. She stroked my thigh with one hand and used the other to play with my ball sac, which hung slack in the heat.

When I thought I might pass the point of no return, Sharon sat back on her heels and said, “Grab my purse, will you?”

Her bag was just within my reach. When I turned back, Sharon was stepping out of her thong. I let my gaze slide upward along her legs to the wisp of dark pubic hair adorning her pussy. My eyes continued up along her flat tummy to her ample breasts. Her body was shiny with sweat; the sauna was working its magic.

Sharon retrieved a bottle of lube from her purse and greased my cock. She reached around to apply a dab of lube between her buttocks, too. Preparations complete, she dropped the lube back into her purse and sat astride my lap.

“Now I’m gonna ride you,” she declared, “and you know where.”

Like I said earlier, Sharon and I have anal sex all the time, but I don’t think I’d ever seen her quite so worked up as she was at that moment. The fire in her eyes was scalding and her shapely frame trembled with excitement. Lifting herself up a little, she took hold of my erection and aimed it into the crack of her ass. We were both so slippery with perspiration by then that the head of my cock slid posthaste into Sharon’s backdoor.

“It just popped right in there,” she noted with delight as my dick entered her tiny orifice. Holding on to my shoulders, she let herself sink down slowly onto my lap. She took her time, despite the fact that the sauna door had no lock and anyone could barge in at any moment. Eventually, her rump settled against my thighs. “Oh, fuck!” came my girlfriend’s cry of satisfaction. She was exactly how she wanted to be: perfectly, completely stuffed in the ass with my cock. The grip of her sphincter was tight, yet elastic, and the way it squeezed the base of my prick suffused me with pleasure.

Lifting herself up a little, she took hold of my erection and aimed it into the crack of her ass.

Sharon began to flex her lithe figure in my lap — not wildly, but with controlled leisure, using her arms and legs to make her body rise and fall on my dick like a pole dancer performing to a sultry tune. Her damp skin gleamed in the sauna’s wan light. The only sounds in the room, other than the slight slapping noises of Sharon’s ass repeatedly smacking my thighs, were her soft murmurs of contentment. Her eyelids dropped, and she gyrated with a sinuous grace as she focused on the intense sensations radiating from within her ass. I rubbed my face in her bountiful breasts, which were right at my eye level. She took her hands from my shoulders and brought them up to her head, where she lifted her hair off her neck. I slid my palms down underneath her buttocks and flexed my hips against those supple cheeks.

Despite our unhurried pace, I felt that I would soon reach a tipping point. I wanted to come at the same time Sharon did, or as near as possible, and I knew a good way to bring us both to the summit together. Holding her tight, I turned and laid her down on the bench so carefully that my cock was not dislodged from her ass. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, and I leaned over her for a missionary-style fuck. As my dick continued to probe the depths of Sharon’s rear, my pelvis smacked against her clit, sparking new tremors of pleasure for my girlfriend. She experienced more still when I lowered my head and sucked on her sensitive nipples. She was writhing against the bench in ecstasy now, her cries of joy filling the small room. Again and again I pumped my cock deep into her ass, adopting a harder, faster approach as we neared the finish line. Sharon undulated beneath me and lifted her hips to meet my thrusts. It only took a minute or two more of hard-pounding action to get Sharon off.

“Oh, my God,” she cried, “you’re making me come so — ” She couldn’t finish the sentence. The orgasm tossed her like a ship in heavy seas. I came a second later, while she was still thrashing from the force of her climax. The feeling of my thick cream spurting into her ass made Sharon come again. We clung to each other, slick with sweat and convulsing with primal release, until our mutual highs ran their course.

We got out of there shortly thereafter, and none too soon. Halfway down the path, another couple passed us on their way to the sauna.

“Is it open?” the man asked us. I nodded, and he went on, “Anyone using it?”

“Not anymore,” Sharon said, looking at me with a big grin.

The following morning, during breakfast in the lodge dining room, we examined the map of ski runs and picked several to try. “I want to go to the top today,” she said, sipping her coffee. “This one.” She pointed to the most daring run on the map. Lowering her voice, she added, “I want you to fuck me up there, against a tree. Will you?”

“Of course,” I replied, feeling the beginnings of an erection in my pants. “Could there be any doubt?”

She smiled. Under the table, her hand gave my crotch a squeeze.

We skied some of the easier runs first, but I knew we were headed, ultimately, for the granddaddy of them all — and not just for skiing thrills. I understood, as Sharon did, that the slope for experts would be less crowded than the others, which would give us a chance at privacy.

Early in the afternoon we got on the lift that carried us over dizzying heights to the crest of the mountain. Sharon hopped off, and I followed her. She didn’t head down the slope like everyone else. Instead she turned and followed the ridgeline away from the lift. It didn’t take long to find a spot where no one else was in sight.

The sky above was a pure, deep blue and the sun made everything sparkle, from the icicles hanging in the evergreens to the pristine blanket of snow covering the ground. We headed over to a big tree and removed our skis under its massive bows. Then Sharon reached into her pocket and produced her trusted tube of anal jelly. As I took it from her, she came into my arms and kissed me hungrily. My fingers found the zipper of her pants and pulled it down; she did the same to mine. My dick was soon free, standing stiffly at attention in the crisp mountain air. Sharon was breathing rapidly, more from anticipation than from the elevation. She tugged her pants down to her knees and turned away from me to lean against the tree. Her booted feet were wide apart in the snow and her ass jutted out enticingly. I pulled her underwear down — a pretty red thong today, I noted — and gazed with admiration at my girlfriend’s naked butt.

Sharon quivered a little as I pressed my hands to the globes of her tush. She probably thought I was going to enter her at once, but I had other ideas. Kneeling behind her in the snow, I spread her cheeks open and darted my tongue into the space between. She jerked at the touch of my tongue in her crack.

“Mmmm,” she purred, pushing her ass toward me. “That feels good. Do it some more.”

Her words made me more aggressive, and I pushed my face into the warmth of her fleshy bottom. Continuing to hold her cheeks apart, I worked my tongue up and down her entire nether region, tasting her cunt as well as her ass. My oral attack made Sharon weak in the knees. She hugged the tree for support and sighed with pleasure as I probed her erogenous hot spots. After dipping my tongue first into her dripping-wet pussy, I brought some of those juices up to her smaller, tighter hole. At first I rimmed the puckered flesh, then poked my tongue inside. Sharon cried out with delight. Her body was shaking even more now; I knew her desire had reached a critical level.

At last I stood and lubed up my rod.

“Are you going to fuck my ass now, Russ?” Sharon asked, looking over her shoulder at me with unbridled lust. “You’re going to put your rock-hard cock in my tiny little hole?”

“Oh, babe,” I said, stepping up close behind my girlfriend, “am I ever! You hang on to that tree, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

She put her arms around the trunk and widened her stance a bit more. What a sight a wandering skier would happen upon at this moment! Sharon was bare from her knees to her waist, with her luscious ass thrust out to receive the penetration she craved. Her mewling sounds of anticipation and excitement made my pulse race. I planted my cock’s head at her sphincter and pushed in.

“Oh, Jesus,” Sharon exclaimed. She’s always a bit overwhelmed by my first thrust into her derriere. Then her tight ring of muscle adjusted to my incursion and welcomed me inside. Holding firmly to Sharon’s hips, I eased forward. Inch after inch of my stocky penis slid into her ass while I watched. She was whimpering with joy by the time my balls touched her labia. Seeing only the last quarter-inch of my shaft in the sunlight, and knowing the rest was packed away inside her bum, took my breath away.

We were both so slippery with perspiration by then that the head of my cock slid posthaste into Sharon’s backdoor.

Our bodies never parted more than a few inches as I began pumping my prick in and out of Sharon’s clenching hole. She gave a yelp of delight each time my groin came up against the globes of her posterior. I reached around and slipped my hands beneath her sweater so I could feel her breasts. The pebbly state of her nipples incited me to rub those sensitive nubs and coax an extra gasp of pleasure from Sharon. She kept her arms around the tree as my hips continued to buffet her backside. It was a good thing she was clinging to that stately pine when her climax hit. Her nonsensical cries coalesced into a single shout of “I’m coming!” and she quavered from head to foot, lost in a climax that threatened to start an avalanche. I kept sawing my cock in and out of her sphincter, relishing the feel of its flexing action around my root.

Sharon, in a partial swoon, sagged against the tree. I had no sooner helped her down to the snow, however, than she had regained her fire. Positioning herself on her hands and knees, she waggled her tush at me. “Keep going,” she demanded. “Come in my ass!”

I was happy to comply. I re-entered her, doggy-style this time, and in a few more seconds, she was once again stuffed full. As I rocked my cock in and out of her ass, I also reached around her hip and plied my fingers between the lips of her cunt. Sharon’s sighs of satisfaction started up again; the girl had boundless sexual energy.

Our knees made deep divots in the show as we rutted together, and the sound of slapping flesh was loud in the silence of the mountain. The sun was lower in the sky now, but it continued to stare down at us, bathing us in its bright light. I, too, stared down between Sharon’s asscheeks, at the spot where my stiff spike was ramming in and out of her hole. She bucked backward against me, forcing me to go as deep as possible. The cries issuing from her throat were turning into the telltale guttural moans of an impending climax when suddenly I realized I could not last another five seconds.

“I’m gonna come, babe,” I said, my voice strained with passion.

“Do it,” Sharon cried. “Shoot your come deep inside my butt!”

Your wish is my command, I wanted to say, but I could no longer speak. My savage cry rent the stillness around us, and I felt the cream rise from within my balls like floodwaters after a storm. With a final thrust between her silky cheeks, my cock erupted. I surged against my girlfriend’s backside while my semen shot violently into her anal depths. Feeling that explosion in there must have been the last straw for Sharon, who also succumbed to a climax — her second of the afternoon. We rocked against each other for a full minute at least, drawing every last drop of pleasure from the encounter, before collapsing onto the snow.

When we got back home on Sunday night, we both laughed at the fact that we’d spent the weekend at a ski resort without doing much skiing — and if we had to do it over again, neither of us would change a thing.

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