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CHAPTER FIVE

As the weather got colder, Leo did too. It had been bad enough when he was home every night ignoring me – now he didn't even make it home half the time, working late at the university on a budget proposal, he said. I was left out in a cold more intense than the winter weather by my husband.

After awhile I started to wonder about Leo's budget story. Maybe he had a little coed on the side.

The more I thought about the possibility of Leo having an affair, the more I decided it might really be true. What else could explain why a normal, healthy man in his early thirties didn't need any sex at home?

I tried to be jealous, thinking that was what a wife should do. However, whenever I pictured Leo naked and puffing on top of some spread-eagled coed I just got horny. The fact of the matter was that I was beyond jealousy. My hitchhiking had left me susceptible to just one emotion: lust.

Deciding that Leo's probable infidelity just gave me license to act up even more, I doubled my prowling on the city streets thumbing for rides. I was fucking two or three times a day now, and giving quick blow-jobs and hand-jobs on the side. Before I went to bed at night I had to shower the dried cum from my body. If I'd have been a hooker I'd have been able to retire at the end of a month.

Then something happened that changed my whole perspective. Depending on how you look at it, it either proved me wrong, or opened up another whole world for me.

Around Christmas the snow started and didn't let up. Then, after a week of continuous snowfall, it turned even worse. A blizzard filled the sky so that roads were almost impassable. Hitchhiking seemed an impossibility.

I became a prisoner in the house. Leo had gone to the university three days ago and had never come back. He'd called to say that the roads were too bad to get home, and he'd have to stay at the college until they were cleared. I was positive he was shacked up with some little cunty student of his.

Normally such a suspicion would have sent me drooling into the streets. But, tonight, cut off by the snow from my sexual resource, it made me frustrated as hell.

My eyes settled on the gaudily decorated tree in the corner. Sadly, I realized that it was Christmas Eve and I 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. A punk.

I looked around the room some more. Strewn on the floor were a pair of scuffed boots, grimy jeans, and a shiny black leather jacket. Through the door I could see a gleaming chopper standing in a corner, water dripping from it as the snow flecking melted.

A biker, I thought. That explained the single light I'd seen. He was on his motorcycle.

As if I cared who he was, just so long as he existed. Not only had he saved me from freezing to death, he'd warmed me up to broiling, stoking my cunt like it was a blast furnace.

"Slide up so I can see you," I beckoned, anticipating the first tingle of his body against my pulsing breasts. "Move your body on mine and let's just rub for a few seconds."

My unknown lover crawled up my body. I could see that he was smaller than I expected. The skin on his back seemed sleek, as though there could be very little hair on such a body.

"Get on me… crawl on me," I moaned, anxious to get down to the business of finding his cock.

His body was smooth and hairless against mine, slippery and soft in many places where I expected it to be hard and muscular. But, despite, the incongruities, we wriggled together like we were made for each other.

"Where's your cock, stud?" I whispered into his ear as he hid his face by sucking my nipples.

My hand wedged between our bodies, groping for his groin. When my fingers laced a puff of pubic hair, my hand clawed instantly downward.

Incredibly, instead of being clasped around a throbbing cock, I found my fingers squashed against a wet, pulsing gash, something like a festering wound.

"What…" I blurted, being to astonished to finish my sentence.

"Shut up and kiss me, you fool," a husky voice said, and suddenly my open mouth was sealed by a pair of warm lips. When I opened my eyes I saw that I was being kissed by a woman.

"Don't you like it, darling?" she said in her hoarse whisper of a voice.

I nodded.

"Then show it."

My fingers, inert between her legs, suddenly came alive, crawling all over her wet cunt. She ground her pelvis against my hand, catching my clit again and again while she massaged my pussy lips.

"You're a lesbian, aren't you?"

"The worst," she leered.

"You were horny and you thought, like a hungry wolf, that you could catch something in distress in the storm, didn't you?" I charged. But, strangely, I was more thrilled by her cunning than repelled by it. "When you saw I was on the way out, you closed in, driving me to the end of the line by teasing me with your motorcycle light. Then you snatched me up, and…"

"…now the big bad wolf is eating you up, Little Red Riding Hood," she finished the sentence.

"Was," I corrected. "Now I'm going to eat the big bad wolf."

She rolled over, flopping on her back. Shoving a pillow under her ass, she lifted her pelvis into the air. When she spread her legs her cunt was thrust out like a parting hairy fist.

From my vantage point I could see that her body was excellent. Her breasts were small, but practically perfect. The nipples were like strawberries.

Best of all was her cunt. It was magnificent. I couldn't believe anybody could get her pussy open that far.

Peering into the dark tunnel between her thighs, I licked my lips. My tongue ached to ream her out.

Then I plunged to her crotch. The lips of my mouth and the lips of her pussy met in a wet kiss. Her cunt juice dribbled down my chin. My spit bathed her loins.

"Rub your hands over my body while you're eating me," she called from above.

My hands leapt out and pinned her to the bed, my fingers crawling over her breasts. When I found her nipples I couldn't stop rubbing, marveling at how they got harder and harder as I gave them more stimulation.

My tongue began to penetrate, sliding through the petals of her labia.

Inch after inch of my tongue pressed up her cunt until I was inside almost five inches. Working it like a cock, I twisted my tongue thickly in her pussy. When the tip of my tongue reached the mouth of her womb she shrieked in delight.

"Oh, God, tongue-fuck me, tongue-fuck me!" she cried. "Who needs a cock when you've got the tongue of a hot-blooded woman up your cunt!"

I strove to meet her demands. My tongue surged in her pussy, filling her loins with a serpent's twisting. From the way her hips undulated and her pelvis pitched, I knew for sure she felt like she was getting fucked.

The deeper I got into her cunt, the richer it tasted. When she lifted her legs up from the bed and passed them over her head, her pussy opened up so far that my tongue hit the gooey bottom of it. My lips sealed her crotch.

The more I ate her cunt, the more my own pussy spasmed. My thighs were completely wet from the drooling flow of my cunt. The room reeked with the musky smell of our two super-charged pussies.

I couldn't stand having my own cunt go unattended any longer. Giving her snatch one last slurping kiss, I pulled my mouth from between her legs before I started to climb on top of her.

Our bodies slid together in a sweaty embrace. My tits pulsed against her naked skin until they reached her own throbbing breasts. The spongy impact of our breasts drove us both wild.

Our nipples were pressed together; our bellies rubbed, the muscles playing sensuously against each other. Now the aggressor, I embraced her, jabbing my tongue into her mouth and passionately soul-kissing her.

Her legs were parted so I could fit the lower half of my body between them. She straddled me with her spread legs so I could fit my crotch into the well of her thighs as though I were a man getting ready to fuck her.

But, in the heat of the moment, the equipment I really had below my waist seemed better than any cock. My turgid cunt lips and clit rubbed maddeningly against the outer folds of her pussy, creating a friction so wet and rough that it made both of us whimper.

My hips drove my pelvis into her crotch in the classic fucking motion. Indeed, I felt as though I was fucking her as much as if I'd had eight inches of cock up her pussy.

"Unnnh, unnnnnhhh," I grunted, driving myself against her, mashing my cunt against hers. Both of our rubbing snatches were lathering.

I could hear the squish of pussy juice. It was so thick that it was running down our thighs. The slap of our loins thrilled me, naked flesh smacking against naked flesh. It was the sound of fucking!

Then, to make it complete, she clamped her legs round me, just as though I were her male lover. I responded by giving all I had between her thighs, rubbing my pesky clit up and down and back and forth across her cunt until both of us were gasping in orgasm.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she broke away from my kiss and groaned in my ear. "Fuck me the way only another woman can!"

As though I had a hard-on looming from my loins, I responded to her plea by pulling back and then ramming home my crotch against her cunt. Instead of a prick surging up her fuck-canal, she got a pair of turgid pussy lips and a sucking gash up against her snatch.

All of the action was on the outside, but I could tell by the way she moved her body beneath me that the girl I was fucking loved being screwed by me. The only thing a man had I wished I had was sperm. I would have dearly loved to have splashed an ocean of cum up her cunt.

Our passion was so intense that we started to roll round on the bed, unable to control the orgasmic energy that made our muscles jump. First I was on top, acting the male role, and then she was. We took turns wrapping our legs around each other, one of us the aggressor and the other passive, until we switched again. By the time our frenzy rolled us off the bed and we thudded onto the floor, we were so turned-on we were ready for anything.

As she sat up on the floor, she put her hands on my shoulders and ran her lips up the side of my face to my ear. After nibbling on my lobe, she pressed her wet lips to my ear and rasped, "Are you ready for a dildo? Are you ready to really fuck another woman?"

If I had nodded my head any more vigorously I would have broken my neck. Was I ready for a dildo was like asking me if I was ready to go on living, in fact, I think I was more eager for the former than the latter, especially if we fucked ourselves to death with the dildo.

She jumped up and ran over to the dresser. Opening the top drawer, she pulled out a box full of leather and rubber. There was all kinds of weird stuff in there – God knows who was supposed to strap what to where and stick it in what.

But at least one item was instantly recognizable. Right on top of the pile was the crowning jewel of the collection – a foot long latex replica of a dick! God, the veins were even standing out. The head of it was so thick I wondered if a woman could stand it in her cunt.

"Do you want to wear it… or should I?" my female lover asked. Stick it in or take it? I pondered the choice.

But, actually, it wasn't very hard to make up my mind. I'd been taking things long enough. It was time I dished out a little.

Cradling the dildo in my hands, I looked down in wonder at the cock that would soon be emerging from my groin. It was long and thick and pink. When I touched it I couldn't believe how hard it was. And, at the end, the head looked like a doorknob.

"Strap it on me," I gasped, handing the dildo to my beautiful lover. "Give me a dick."

She slipped it around my waist, snapping the elastic belt in the small of my back while I stepped through the leg straps that cut into the backs of my thighs under my buns like a man's jock-strap.

When the dick was securely anchored to my loins I looked down and saw it twitching at least a foot out in front of me. It looked perfectly real. Incredibly, I felt as though it were physically mine.

And so, apparently, did my lover. She dropped gaping to the floor, her mouth watering from the immensity of my tool. Grabbing ahold of it with both hands, she took the dildo into her mouth and sucked it like a real dick.

Uncontrollably, I moved my hips in the classic fucking motion, screwing her mouth as she swallowed inch after inch of me.

Me. Yes, that's what it seemed like, like she was actually blowing me. My cock. It was my cock reaming out her mouth. I knew it. I swore I could feel it.

Except that it was better than just being a guy. Because instead of squeezing my nonexistent balls while she was sucking me off, my lover thrust her hand unexpectedly up between my thighs and began playing with my cunt. It was fantastic. I had a dick and a pussy at the same time!

My eyes were closed as I experienced the mind-blowing thrill of what she was doing to my pussy while I fucked her mouth with my cock. Yet, despite my blindness, I swear I could tell when she started pulling her lips off my dildo. It was crazy, but I swore I could feel it.

When I opened my eyes I saw to my amazement that my senses hadn't lied to me. Her lips were just pulling from the cock-head looming a foot out in front ol me. I knew it was impossible, but I thought could feel the wetness.

Still en her knees, she looked up at me like a starving beggar. "Fuck me," she pleaded. "Please fuck me."

Electricity surged through my loins at the prospect of actually doing it. Actually fucking her. Sticking my dick into a cunt.

"Spread your legs," I directed, my voice reeking of efficiency like I was the master cocksman.

Heeding my orders, she fell back on her elbows. As her knees shot up into the air, her thighs parted to an enormous degree, fully exposing her fat pussy.

The pink meat of her pussy lips formed a sucking cavern between her legs. The inside of her cunt was open so wide I could have driven a truck through it.

The room was filled with the scent of aroused pussy. The vapors rose from her cunt like thick steam, a reeking musk that pervaded everything. I'd never known another woman's cunt could smell so good.

"What are you waiting for?" she cried, suddenly taking the initiative. "Stick it in me. I want to feel it inside me."

"What? What?" I blurted. "Say it. I want to hear you say it."

"I want to feel your cock inside me. Your cock inside my cunt. I want your prick to fill my pussy."

I dropped to my knees, kneeling between her spread thighs. My prick loomed from the base of my cunt like a twitching, angry snake, ready to attack. I put my hands to her foaming cunt and then rubbed them wetly over my dick, greasing it for its plunging descent.

I fell between her legs the way so many horny men had fallen between mine. In fact, the only difference was that my cock was bigger than any of theirs had been.

As I got closer and closer to finally penetrating her slit, my attitude changed. By the time the head of the dildo was rubbing insistently against her pussy lips, I had transformed myself into a brutal rapist. Lust was the only emotion of which I was capable.

Accordingly, the helpless girl beneath me ceased being a human being and became just a juicy, wet, open thing to fuck. Something to stick my dick into. My big, long, hard dick.

I reached down and ripped apart her pussy lips like I was tearing open a Christmas package. With her cunt drooling open like a gaping wound, I lunged forward, burying my prick into her with a single thrust.

In her to the hilt in one savage surge, I was certain I could actually feel the walls of her pussy constricting around what I was equally sure was my cock. In and out I fucked her, screwing her with every trick I knew.

She noticed my proficiency, screaming, "Oh, God, can you fuck! Oh… God… can… you fuck!"

I strove to live up to my notices, pumping her with my super weapon. The more I fucked her the more I was sure I was going to split her in two – and looking forward to it.

"Oh, God, you're killing me!" she confirmed my suspicions. "You're fucking me to death!"

She screamed, "Fuck me harder," and I responded with pelvic thrusts to match hers.

When her hand slid between our bodies and found my pussy under the dildo, the thrill was unprecedented. Continuing the bucking thrusts of my cock up her cunt, I simultaneously felt her fingers poking up my tightening snatch. Within seconds she was finger-fucking me while I screwed her with my twelve-inch prick.

It was incredible, getting it and giving it at the same time. The more I rammed my cock up her cunt, the deeper her fingers rammed into my pussy.

Within moments she had two fingers pumping up my pussy. Then, three. Four. Her whole hand.

"Fist-fuck me!" I cried. "Fuck me until I can't stand it!"

Returning the excruciating favor I had been inflicting on her for several minutes, she balled her fist and rammed her knuckles into my cunt as far and as hard as I had punished her with my dildo. Her fist was like the head of an immense cock, with her wrist and forearm the shaft. I had never felt so fucked.

"I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm coming so hard I can't stand it! Come with me!"

I'd been coming all along, but with the suggestion of her plea I entered a new phase that surpassed everything in my experience. I had no control of my passions and began bucking wildly, meeting her savage thrusts.

Beneath me, my female lover seemed to be experiencing the same sensations. The sounds emitting from her ecstasy – twisted lips were no longer words but animalistic cries. It was obvious that she no longer had any control over herself, completely turning over her body to coming.

Every orgasmic shudder of our bodies engorged our cunts even further. The pussy juice flowed thicker and greater than sperm, drenching our loins with hot stickiness. The room sweltered with our musk, the scent overpowering.

Ai we reached the peak of our coming, we kissed, our tongues shooting into each other's mouths the same way we were reaming out our cunts. Spit welled in our mouths from the agitation and then dribbled from the corners. It trickled down our chins, just as if we had each just swallowed an eruption of too much sperm.

Trembling and shaking, we writhed around on the floor, rolling and tumbling. Her fist slammed and pounded into my cunt while my dildo did the same thing to her pussy. Every bump on the floor was further impetus for deeper fucking.

We savagely screwed each other, pummeling our cunts into insensitivity. After this was over, neither of our cunts would be the same.

Then we fell to the floor with a thud and squished apart. For the first time in minutes my dildo was out of her pussy. Her fist was out of my cunt.

Leaning against my lesbian lover, I looked down between my parted legs and laughed hysterically when ill I could see was the big, long dildo twitching between my legs as enormous and hard as ever from my crotch. I couldn't believe how perfect it all was. If a woman had been born with a cock, it would have been like this one – able to fuck all night without stopping.

Beneath it, although I couldn't see it, my cunt was spasming. It was still quaking from the fist-fuck it had just had thrown in it. Slipping my hand under the dildo, I laced my fingers in my pubic floss and ran them over my pussy lips. I started stroking the dildo with my other hand. Moving my fingers like a boy masturbating, I jerked off the cock as though it were really my own. It felt heavenly on my fingers, slick with pussy juice, and reeking of raw sex.

"What're you doing?" my partner asked, her eyes bugging out in amazement at my continuing passion.

"Something I've always wanted to do," I said. "Something that at first I thought wasn't possible, and that now I realize I was just to scared to try."

"Oooohhhhhhh," she said, her face splitting into a wide, knowing grin as she nodded her head.

I just returned the nod.

"Everybody wants to after they've played with that toy," she winked.

Preparing for the greatest experience of my life, I rocked back on the floor and spread my legs. Bending down the snake of the dildo, I pressed its cruel head against my slimy pussy lips.

Then I started pushing it in, bit by bit. Finally, with at least six inches of my own cock crammed in my pussy, I started moving my hips, fucking myself!

No orgasm was ever more instantaneous. The rush of blood from the rest of my body toward my cunt was so great that I trembled in shock. The air seemed to be sucked from my lungs, while my head became lighter and lighter. With one last thrust of my dick up my cunt I lost consciousness, blacking out completely for the second time in an evening.

The last thing I remember I was wishing myself a Merry Christmas.