Snowblower

I was walking home in a blizzard about 9 o'clock on New Year's Eve. I was carrying a bag containing a baguette, six clementines, a bottle of classy red wine, and the finest chocolate I could find. Emily and I had planned a late dinner, a decadent, playful mix of food and sex, of salt, sugar, sweat, saliva, and the salacious hotness of her pussy. The perfect way to ring in the New Year.

The swirling chaos of snow made the city unlike the city as I walked. In the gorgeous, white-speckled air, I imagined myself a lonely traveler seeking shelter in a frozen wasteland. I stepped aside at the familiar rasping, grating power of a snowplow behind me, narrowly avoiding its flying breaker of snow and grime.

The behemoth passed, and I crossed the cleared street, singing the song that had been stuck in my head all day. A large apartment building spanning the entire block had a well-shoveled sidewalk sprinkled about with blue ice-melt. I stopped to text Emily that I'd be home in an hour.

That's when I perceived a motion ahead and to my left. In front of the building a woman (if the hips were any indication) was waving. She stood on one of several sets of steps leading into the enormous structure. Even from fifty feet away, I could see she was completely at the mercy of the weather: She wore no hat, and nothing but a denim jacket to keep her warm. Her tight blue jeans would offer only meager protection.

I gave a friendly wave back, and continued on my way, singing that sticky, sticky song, and swinging the bag at my side. Just after I passed her, she addressed me.

"Hey, is that 'Body Ache?' By Purity Ring? I love that song!" Her voice seemed a bit nervous but had the unmistakable magnetism of expectation in it.

"Wow," I replied appreciatively. "I thought I was the only person in America who knew about Purity Ring."

"Right? I saw them in Augusta like three weeks ago. Amazing show. Totally go see them if you get the chance."

"I will; thanks."

Mindful of Emily's steamy unshaven pussy at home, I waved again, then turned to go.

The woman on the stairs raised her voice to add, "I've been out here an hour, and you're the only person I've seen!"

An hour? I thought. In that outfit?

My curiosity was piqued. Why not stop and chat, maybe flirt a little? Emily would be deliciously jealous hearing about it while I ate her out.

Stepping closer, I saw the woman was easily twenty years younger than me. Raven hair in about the cutest pageboy cut ever. I couldn't resist imagining her parted, red-painted lips around my hard dick.

I held out my hand. "I'm Tenny."

Out of nowhere, she blurted out, "Do you want a blowjob?" The proposal came out forcefully, as though she had steeled herself to say it.

Before I could reply, her nervousness urged her forward.

"I can tell what you're thinking," she said. "But I'm not a hooker! I want to give you head for fun. For free. You can come up here, if you want," she offered.

She started down the steps toward me on the sidewalk. She spread her arms and gestured all around at the Earth and sky with her snow-covered mittens.

"But I'd rather kneel here, in the magic snow-dome world, and suck you off."

An almost girlish eagerness had overspread her face. Of course I would say yes, but it still didn't add up.

"Why exactly," I said, "is maybe the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on offering me head?"

Maybe she blushed, but the cold had already reddened her cheeks.

"It's kind of a long story." She pursed her lips; smiled devilishly. It was shamelessly forward. My crotch awakened.

In the light from the powerful streetlight, I scanned her face intently, and she didn't hide from my appraisal or look away. On another woman, the lazy smile she wore might look sad; on her, it seemed wry, and suggestive. Those passion-red lips offset deep brown irises. Eyelids edged with black eyeliner. A stud sparkled in her nose.

My gaze seemed to gratify her. She lifted her hair and turned her head. A wide choker of braided leather slithered around her light brown neck, and diamonds glittered at each earlobe.

She looked me dead in the eyes and opened her mouth wide for a moment. I was close enough to see the fillings in her teeth -- one of my turn-ons, who knows why. Out slid her brazen pink tongue. Wet; alive; inviting.

Listening would make me even later, but I longed to see this young lady's lips around the tip of my cock.

"The story," I said aloud. "Proceed."

I lowered my gaze to her breasts, and she began.

"It's New Year's Eve, right?" I nodded. "Well, last New Year's Eve, me and a girlfriend were hanging at my place. We're not big on New Year's Eve stuff. We were in the livingroom, each of us at one end of my very small sofa, facing one other. It was a tight fit; Pilar's legs are long, and under my skirt her bare toes lightly grazed my panties."

Jesus, that was hot. I was staring at her breasts now. Even concealed by the snug denim jacket, I could tell they were very small -- another turn-on. Narrow waist; generous hips; legs shapely but not skinny in the tight pants. Low cowgirl boots that bespoke a playfulness in this city girl.

She must have noticed me not listening, for she had stopped speaking. She inhaled in the bright quiet snow settling on the world, the flakes in fantastical windblown eddies. Her voice excited me more and more, and ogling her had made me long to see her naked. In a very short time, I'd feel the pull of that lovely warm mouth. My cock thickened at the thought.

She shivered, and I offered her my hat.

"Thanks," she said, her breath making a little vapor cloud in the cold. She stamped her boots and shook her hair out before putting on the hat.

"Anyway, Pilar and I got to talking about New Year's resolutions -- basically guilt-tripping yourself into doing things you think you should want to do. Pilar proposed we make pleasure resolutions instead. I felt her toes flexing against my pussy lips."

"So, you made pleasure resolutions?"

"We each did five," she said. She raised her eyebrows archly. "But only one concerns you. Anyway, Pilar said she had always wanted to kiss a woman -- like really kiss her. Of course I was curious, too. I fetched pens and paper and wrote on my list, 'Kiss a --'

"All of a sudden Pilar came at me and kissed me on the mouth. It was rude and deep and, just, yum. I got wet between my legs faster than ever in my life. My heart raced. She dragged me onto the floor, and we made love on the rug for four hours, drinking wine and licking pussies, fingering. We must have found a hundred things around my apartment to fuck each other with. At like 3 a. m. I went down on her, and she orgasmed instantly in my mouth. I sat astride her hips and masturbated. I came -- twice -- looking into my best friend's eyes. Best experience of my life."

"Til now," I teased.

"Quiet, you." She poked me with the blunt tip of one snow-frosted mitten. "After a few minutes blissing out on the rug, I retrieved the paper and pens. We each wrote 'Kiss a woman.' The clock read 3:22, so we put bold, luscious checkmarks next to them.

"By December 1st," she said, "I had one left. I know it by heart.

She recited, almost formally, "Be a slut for once. Offer a total stranger a blow job. Swallow it all." She looked up. "I tried. Oh, how I tried. I'd wait outside the subway, corner random guys at parties, approach frat boys half my age, determined to offer to suck them off. Lost my nerve every time."

"And now you're out of time," I said.

"Well, I adore magical thinking. I asked the universe for a miracle. But when I came down to wait for Pilar, the snowstorm to end all snowstorms was in progress! I'd totally given up! Then I heard 'Body Ache', coming towards me in the snow. Obviously, you were my miracle."

That half-smile again. My tip hardened, pressing against my pants.

"So, I'm basically doing you a huge favor," I said wickedly.

She stuck her tongue out playfully, then said, "Put down the bag."

I complied. I whisked off my hair, marveling at the otherworldly, clumpy snow floating down at angles all around us. It was utterly silent. The heavy snowfall had defeated the blue ice melt, and obliterated our footprints. We existed in a private realm imbued with silent, swirling, lazy magic.

"You're really going to give me the most beautiful gift in this beautiful place?"

With an adorable little twitch of the nose, she knelt in front of me. She looked positively goofy in my pompommed hat, frosted with ice crystals; nonetheless, it thrilled me to gaze down on her head, the cowgirl boots sticking out behind her. She lifted her mahogany eyes to me.

"I'm going to suck you off now, Tenny."

My balls ached and my penis strove toward the kittenish voice. Still locking eyes, she raised her hands and unfastened my belt. Slender fingers pulled open the top button and unzipped me. My pants and boxers she pushed to the pillowy crystalline sidewalk. She looked at my penis, which brashly sought her open mouth.

"Oooh, precum!" she marveled. She licked me, balls to tip, harvesting the salty fluid.

"Your voice would make anyone wet," I said.

"That's what Pilar said! God, that girl's cunt was soaked."

Her silly mirth sent my spirits soaring. The cold assailed my genitals and bare calves. Now I shivered. I plumbed those perfect shadow-brown eyes. Maybe one day Emily and I could make love to her properly, long and attentive.

A jagged crimson fingernail etched a track down the front of my penis, crown to base. When the fingernail scratched my balls, tight as a plum in the cold, I gasped in the billowing, muffled air. How did I not cum?

She sat back on her haunches watching my cock pulse and bob. Popcorn-sized puffs of snow melted along its hard, hot length. Her face shone with an almost hypnotized stare.

Her hand disappeared into her jeans. Several seconds later, she pointed two glistening fingers up. I lowered my head to suck them. The earthy saltiness from her drenched vulva unfurled in my mouth. She rewetted her fingers and smeared the wetness across my top lip. I smelled her soaked labia, of course, but also the scent of her fresh, dripping vagina. Her scent permeated my fevered, freezing body. She sampled her saturated pussy again, and sucked the stringy arousal from her own fingers. Seeing, smelling, tasting, feeling the slipperiness of her young sex was the closest I had ever come to religious ecstasy.

She unbuttoned her jacket, then her blouse, and pulled the sides apart to reveal her perfect smooth chest. No bra. Heat radiated from her gorgeous, tiny, cone-shaped breasts. The chestnut-dark nipples were as hard as pencil erasers in the chill, and each was surrounded by a coppery ring of raised pinpricks. I watched kamikaze snowflakes dive airily onto those hot little tits. I was the luckiest man alive.

"Don't come in my mouth," she said.

Fine, the second-luckiest. I nodded.

She closed her eyes. The tip of my aching dick disappeared between those red, red lips. I felt teeth scrape gently on my circumcision scar. Surely my heart would stop.

For a beginner, she was passionate beyond my expectations. Her head bobbed up and down on me, the pom-pom thrashing slowly or wildly. She occasionally paused to rub her cheeks with my precum mixed with her spit. When her mouth watered with thick saliva, she deepthroated me, and I practically floated when the muscles of her throat gripped my sensitive head. Tight, strangled noises and lurid vocalizations from her obstructed airway urged me steadily up, up.

She released me, coughed, and gulped air. Languidly and steadily she caressed the most sensitive part of my crown with her tongue, then deepthroated me all the way. She didn't hurry, but I soon approached orgasm. I was desperate to see my semen jet through the snowy air to her upturned face.

"I'm going to come," I said. I tried to pull out. She only sucked me harder. Dangerously close, I finally grabbed her hair and yanked her mouth off my dick. It was painful, and made a loud, wet sucking sound. She drooled profusely, gaping at the sculpted purple head of my dick. My cock and balls dripped with stretchy saliva. I raised her chin with a finger.

"I'm ready to come," I repeated, quite sternly.

"I know," she said, in an annoyed tone. The tip of her pale tongue touched my dripping crown. I teetered.

She lunged at me, her hands drawing my pelvis to her intently. Deep in her core, what could I do? I decided to quiet my mind and simply receive her gift of orgasm. Her face pressed into my pubic hair, and her candy apple lips clamped the base of my dick. She lifted her gaze almost worshipfully. Steady, beatific tears surmounted her lower eyelids. The shining tracks they traced down her cheeks I found indescribably sweet.

When she gagged, involuntary contractions of her throat completely overloaded me with sensation. She pulled off then, and coughed raggedly a dozen times, flinging thick, stringy spit over her bottom lip and down her chin, and into the space between her pointy tits. She made a growling sound like I was delicious and plunged down completely, furiously seeking my deepest pleasure.

Semen burgeoned deep in my testicles, and my orgasm commenced. I cried out, but my voice hardly carried in the snow-spangled air. When my hot, urgent cum burst into her at last, she held me deep and worked me frantically up and down. My eager tip swelled and strained for her soul. I felt a huge pulse of jizz, another, another, another, then slower pumping while this perfect woman siphoned my entire orgasm into her.

The throbbing subsided. I was empty of cum at last. She released me, one nostril dripping with my sperm. I drooped, spermless. I was limp. Dry. A deep satisfaction burned painfully in my balls. Perspiration covered my face, and her chest and tits were bathed in sweat, too.

She drew her mouth away and coughed out the mess, saliva and cum over-running her bottom lip and forced from her nose. A lot had landed on her tits, and now steamed raunchy and gorgeous. I watched it dribble down into her belly button.

She fell onto her back on the snowy sidewalk, thrust her legs out wide, glistening bare breasts and tight, crazed nipples melting every sub-zero crystal alighting on them. With eyes shut she smiled; she alternated coughing and laughing. She removed the hat and flung it away, and the damp hair on her scalp steamed from the exertion, too. Sweat-soaked locks of hair clung to her forehead and temples. She was a snow angel drooling cum down her cheeks. I noticed a joyful, greedy, dark wetness had bloomed through the crotch of her clingy jeans.

I lifted my head and flinched when I saw a second woman leaning against the building, her eyes on us. The woman who had blown me -- had she even told me her name? -- hadn't noticed her yet. I reached for my trousers, but the new arrival held a palm up to stop me. She approached quietly and stepped over her friend -- for it must be Pilar -- to kneel at my feet.

She took my limp, exhausted, over-sensitive cock into her mouth. I expected only pain, but it was Nirvana inside this second woman's mouth. I'd never get hard again so soon, but she worked me calmly, much more expertly than the other. She took the cold, hard ball of my scrotum in one hand and fed it into her warm, moist hunger along with my cock. She held me, occasionally using her long tongue to lick under my balls, barely touching the space between my legs. From time to time, she blew the saliva gathered in her mouth out around my spent penis and shining balls, but she didn't take her mouth away.

Amazingly, my dick began to stand up a bit. She withdrew until her lips held only the head of my penis. She bit down enough to hold me -- no more -- and with the softest touch I have ever felt, she massaged me there with her tongue, while roughly working my freezing, sloppy balls in both hands. It was heavenly, though I'd never attain a second climax.

That's when she clapped my balls between her hands -- hard. The pain was exquisite, but everything my orgasm had closed off inside me opened up. I stiffened a little, and she confidently drew a second orgasm out of me. My exhausted glans and shaft flared and contracted weakly as she held me between her teeth. My balls pumped, as my body tried gratefully to feed this new woman my seed. Her voice keened as though she received a rare nourishment. I floated down with long, soft, wrung-out moans, the animal response to utter bliss.

She stood. She was taller than me, and what I could see of her face between the blue thick-knit hat and the bright-orange scarf about her throat was several shades darker brown than her friend. She opened her mouth. On her tongue was a white-streaked pool of my semen no bigger than a dime. The tongue disappeared. She swallowed and licked her lips seductively. She offered me a hand.

"Pilar."

"I figured," I said, shaking her hand.

"And I'm Nira, if anybody cares." said a voice from the sidewalk. Pilar snorted and we looked down at Nira, spread-eagle on the ground. She was under an inch of fresh snow -- all except her flushed face and nude torso, steaming with sweat and dotted with melted snowflakes. I watched a puffy clump of flakes land on one high, blue-black nipple, and die there.

Pilar helped Nira stand. They gazed into one another's eyes. Suddenly, the women burst out laughing and exchanged a high-five. They hugged and shared a deep kiss. I pulled up my boxers and pants, barely noticing their frigid wetness. The women nestled in one another's hair and rocked.

I retrieved my hat from the bush where Nira had tossed it. When I returned, they had separated.

"Happy New Year." I said.

"I'd invite you up," Pilar said to me, "but it's time for Nira to make me come."

"No problem," I said, picking up my bag of groceries. "Nira, maybe put on a shirt. You'll catch your death of cold."