was alone.
I longed to bust out of doors, hurtling down the street and flagging down the first car I saw. Hungrily, I dreamed of a cock poking stiffly out of some stranger's pants, long and hard and sweet. Then sliding it down my naked body to my cunt. Rubbing the head against my moist pussy lips. Cramming it inside me. Fucking. The perfect Christmas present.
No, no, I shook my head. Why am I thinking like this? Like a nymphomaniac. Why am I doing this?
Damn, damn, damn, I hated that fucking question.
'Go away, go away!' I screamed aloud. 'Go away, you Goddamned fucking conscience! Leave me alone!'
There. I'd made my moral decision on the side of lust once again. I didn't have time for the trivia of my conscience, not when the rest of my body was trembling and sweating from needing a quick fuck.
Now that I had my head in shape I could concentrate on the issue burning in my heart and loins: finding somebody to screw!
One option was to stay home, waiting on the one chance out of a hundred Leo might show up and I could take what was left of his cock after three days of his coed. Or, I could take the equal long shot that I could find somebody to pick me up in the middle of a blinding snowstorm.
Under the circumstances, I would have been satisfied even with Leo. I probably would have raped him had he actually been available, I was so desperate for any kind of sex. But he wasn't. No, it was a question of no birds in the hand and having to choose between ones in the bush.
The fantasy of being rescued by a stranger in a blinding snowstorm was a far more erotic prospect than the stark vision of Leo's skinny, hairy body looking like an albino tarantula. His pathetic prick barely popping out at quarter-mast. One of his so-called erections.
Most men whose cocks draw pity have pop-guns between their legs instead of cannons. But Leo's different. The tragedy of his prick is that it's so long… so pink… so perfect… and so useless. The son of a bitch never wants to use it for anything but urinating and stuffing in the tight crotch of his corduroy pants so he can drive me crazy with frustration.
His advertising is just dandy – folks'd never guess he doesn't have a thing to sell.
Leo's prick went downhill from the day we got married. Of course he was a tiger when we were going together, especially at first. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed to me that the better Leo knew me, the less sexually aroused he was by me.
Who knows, I thought, looking out at the snow, what might happen if Leo was confronted with the body of another woman? A new body. A younger body. A body for whom familiarity with its owner had not yet bred contempt.
Which, probably, I concluded, accounted for the affair I was sure he'd been having with one of his students.
'Enough stalling!' I flung my arms up in the air and exclaimed aloud. Pushing Leo and his pathetically misused prick and his mystery coed out of my mind, I concentrated on something infinitely more pleasant. In their place I substituted creamy erotic images.
My mind imagined my cunt opening for the first time in days for a long, hard cock that couldn't wait to go between my legs. The juice trickled out of my steaming gash. My pink pussy lips were frosted with oozing cream.
Then there were more than one cock. In my fantasy, stiff pricks surged around my honey-pot like a swarm of bees. They circled, jockeying to see which one would be the one to penetrate my open target. The others I would jack-off, suck off, rub – anything to make them come all over me while I was being fucked.
My mind swamped with the stickiness of my fantasies, I stripped, standing nude and free in the middle of the room. I put my hands on my hips and spread my legs. Leaning backward so my pussy arched forward, I tossed my head and laughed. Hysterical with laughter, I fully realized the irony of me preparing to go out in a freezing snowstorm by getting naked.
But there was method to my madness. The reason was right in the closet. A raccoon coat I'd gone ahead and bought when I kept having the fantasy about what I was going to wear when it got really cold. Well, things would never get colder than tonight.
I snuggled into the bundle of a coat, cuddlingly nude underneath. The smooth leather lining was like rubbing against living flesh, almost as though I had someone in the giant coat with me. Just wearing it was a turn-on.
Bundled in my sex coat, I hurried out into the night. With my head bundled up against the cold, my heavy boots, and the monster coat, I must have looked like the abominable snowman tramping through the ice.
It turned out to be the worst blizzard in forty-seven years. Traffic was knocked out for hours. Power lines went down in droves. No telephone service. The area couldn't have been more devastated.
As the climatic conditions deteriorated, I began to get discouraged in my search for someone to pick me up. And paranoid. Anything could happen to me out here on a night like this. Waiting for Leo might have been more profitable, after all.
I despaired of ever seeing a car. But, even so, I started having the eerie sensation that somebody was following me.
Then, suddenly, there was a light. I ran for it. Slipping in my eagerness, I fell to the ice. When I looked up, the light was gone.
I got up, brushing the snow from my coat. Suddenly the light was there again, coming from another direction.
I moved toward it again. There was no traction on the ice. I skidded, wildly trying to keep my balance, but finally I fell once more. Then, the light was gone.
All of a sudden the cold became too much for me, seeming to eat away the warmth of my thick coat. My body, bare under the coat, now felt totally exposed to the harsh elements. Standing out at least an inch apiece, my frozen nipples hardened from the intense cold. My cunt felt like ice was forming at the lips.
I was so discouraged. What difference did it all make? The cold was sapping my resolve… hazing my thinking.
'Who… gives… a… shit…' I managed to slowly croak, and then muttered goodbye to it all, sprawling against a garbage can.
My legs splayed out on the icy pavement. Thank God the coat protected my ass and thighs or I'd have wound up with frostbite.
The front of the coat came open, though. With my tits and pussy exposed, I just lay there. I felt them start to freeze as I dozed off.
I dreamed I was in a deep freeze. I lived there. Everything was frozen solid. There was no fucking, because any sudden movement and a guy's cock might break off. And even if someone did screw they might start to melt and screw up the thermostat. We'd all die in the oozing poisons of rotting meat.
It was so cold. So cold. So dark and dreary.
Then, suddenly, the lights were on. Not just lights – a riot of colors. My senses started to pulse, as though someone had opened the freezer and I was starting to thaw.
It wasn't cold anymore. It was warm. Then it was hot. Steaming.
And wet!
When I woke up and looked down, I saw to my astonishment that the coat was gone and I was stark naked. Someone's head was between my legs. They were eating my cunt!
The feel of the mouth against my labia was unmistakable. Even surer was the tongue tickling up my pussy. I wouldn't have been able to believe my eyes if I hadn't felt it.
Trusting my senses, I looked around while the lower half of my body writhed from the sucking my pussy was receiving.
We were in a heavily decorated apartment. A very cozy place. I was looking out on the living room from the bedroom.
I was getting my pussy eaten on a big four-poster bed with a canopy. Now I saw that the bedroom walls were covered with pictures of naked women. No cocks – just cunts and breasts filling the place with a kaleidoscope of tits and ass.
I looked down toward the person doing the job between my legs. Greasy hair down to the nape of the neck.
