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  We rested there a while, my legs twined around his hips. I hooked one arm around the railing’s post and stared up at the ceiling. Crossed ropes and brackets lined the area another fifteen feet above. The highest lights were tucked away in the corners.

  “Why thank you.”

  “Aim to please,” he quipped, “shoot to kill.”

  “Well, you killed me. But I see you’re still breathing.” I flexed my thighs, bringing myself closer to him. His cock jerked against my skin, twitching.

  “Stand up,” Rick said.

  “You think I can?”

  “Get up, woman.” I stuck my tongue out at this forcefulness, then giggled. I couldn't help it; Rick was never more amusing when he tried to be bossy.

  It took some effort to get untangled from him and regain my feet. Damn him, he stood smoothly with more grace than I was currently capable.

  Rick kissed me, once, hard. His tongue thrust into my mouth forcefully and I inhaled, molding into his embrace.

  “Turn around,” he said. I obeyed, facing away from him into the banks of stage lights. “There you go. Bend over. Brace yourself.”

  I twined my arms over the rails, bracketed my hands around the metal. I stared down at the stage, thirty feet below. The cross-hatch of the catwalk never appeared so narrow before; a mere net of string between me and the hard wood floor. My inner ear complained.

  Rick flipped up my skirt, baring my ass. “Beautiful,” he said. He traced the lines of my tattoo, a colorful, tribal-style jellyfish. I peeked coyly over my shoulder.

  “Usually people say, ‘don’t look down’ in these situations,” Rick said.

  I looked down. Down at the floor, down through endless space. My inner ear jolted and I fought the urge to stand upright. Rick wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me roughly back to him. I looked down. The slippery head of his prick thrust into my wet folds and I arched my back, straining to pull him into me. I looked down.

  He thrust, hard against my softness. Heat and fire, molten against liquid smoothness. I groaned. Stretched, pulled, prodded, I gave over to sensation. I kept my eyes opened. The stage decorations were below me. Floating. Free-fall.

  Cock in my pussy, snug and tight. Hard and hot. Thrusts and strokes. I was driven forward, braced myself hard against the rails and pushed back, pushed into him, pushed him into me. Liquid smooth, like warm honey, I cried out as he pumped, rocking me back and forth. His balls swung, spanking against my pussy. Rick reached around my waist, found my clit with his fingers and pressed, matching his fierce rhythm. Free-fall. Floating.

  He was quiet in his pleasure; he always was. The easy, quick pants of his breath the only sounds that reached me over my cries.

  Finally, he stiffened, caught his breath. Warm cum rushed into me, the throbbing of his cock matched by a jerk of fingers. I came again, white knuckled and screaming against the rails.

  Free-fall.

  Floating.

  “Exit,” I said, “downstage left. Tumultuous applause.”

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  Chapter 7 – Body Heat

  It sounded like a pretty dumb idea; a pretty dumb, cold idea. Me and Terri building an igloo and then spending the night in it.

  I met Terri in the Indigenous Peoples course we were both taking as part of our first year college program. She was smart and funny and adventurous, a brown-eyed, short-haired brunette with burnished copper skin on a tight little body, sporting perky boobs to match. She said she was part Cherokee. We hit it off instantly.

  “We’ll live like the Eskimos did,” she ventured, grasping my hands and staring into my eyes. “At least for one night. Just for one night,” she added, when she saw my doubtful expression.

  I hesitated some more.

  Then Terri kissed me lightly and quickly on the lips and said, “C’mon, it’ll be fun. What have you got to lose?”

  I was wondering what I had to lose, what Terri really wanted from me spending one night in a snow castle. But I nodded, always wanting to learn more, and her warm smile lit up her pretty face and mine.

  It was darned cold outside, snow falling, with a windchill. We quickly got to work in the fading light. Terri had brought along a saw and an empty, oblong-shaped plastic container, along with some blankets and other supplies. The saw was to cut up the snow, the container to press down into the chopped-out snow and then lift up and pop out brick-shaped blocks, like a cookie dough moulder.

  “This snow is just right for forming and building,” Terri enthused. “Not so dry that it’s powdery and falls apart, and not so wet that it’s all slushy and won’t hold together.”

  I bobbed my head in understanding, my teeth chattering like castanets.

  I broke up the snow with the saw, Terri blocked it up and out with the container. We soon had enough white bricks to start building our shelter. The work warmed me up and fired up Terri even more. She hugged me, pressing her cheek against mine and whispering in my ear, “We’ll have our own little snow-house on the prairies.”

  We cleared out a patch of snow and flattened it down with our feet – laying the foundation. Then we started laying snow-bricks, building up the convex-shaped walls. We melted snow in our bare hands to provide some liquid mortar to fill in the chinks in the bricks, bind them together.

  The roof was the final piece. It was supposed to be smooth and rounded, like a dome. But it ended up sort of bumpy and egg-shaped. Thankfully, though, it finally held together, after two partial cave-ins.

  Long story short, we ended up with a kind of igloo and hunkered down for the night. Snow was still falling outside, the temperature falling still more. The candles Terri lit provided a little warmth in the cramped space, our ‘authentic’ fake fur a little more. But once the heat of exertion had left our bodies, we really started to cool down. So that round about midnight, when the drip at the tip of my nose started to freeze, Terri suggested that we huddle even closer together, use our body heat to beat the chill.

  “And we have to do it naked,” she insisted. “Just like the real indigenous people used to do. You get the most benefit that way, anyway.”

  I was doubtful again. But when the girl stood up, hunched over, and shed her faux-fur duds, got naked as a newborn seal pup, there was little I could do but follow suit – birthday suit. I self-consciously stripped, and we kind of huddled together under some blankets, Terri wrapping her arms around me.

  My face and body began to glow, feeling the heat, all right. Terri made it hotter, saying, “Here, let me lie down on top of you. That’s the best way.”

  I stretched out on my back on the blankets. Terri looked down at my curvy, big-breasted body, the dark pubes dotting my pussy, which I was awkwardly trying to cover up with my legs. Then she flopped down on top of me, girl on girl.

  Our heated boobs squeezed together, her hard ochre nipples poking into my licorice ones, making them buzz. Our pussies touched, my clit tingling with the contact. We were joined chest to toes. Terri joined our faces by rubbing her nose against mine.

  “Just like the Eskimos,” she breathed in my face, her full lips a millimetre away from my plush mouth. “Feeling any warmer?”

  I nodded, rubbing nose back, ablaze with the intimate body heat.

  “You loook hot,” Terri murmured. Then closed that tiny gap between our open mouths, pressing her lips against mine.

  I shivered, with delight, wrapping my arms around the girl so that she moaned into my mouth. She grabbed onto my head and kissed me harder, wetter, with some tongue. We were building a bonfire, Terri and I clutching each other tight, slapping our moist, neon-pink tongues together.

  I slid my suddenly sweaty hands down Terri’s delicately curved back under the blankets, onto the twin swells of her butt cheeks. She breathed harder in my face, twining her tongue around mine, as I sunk my sharp finger
nails into the curved, drum-tight flesh of her buttocks.

  Terri started seriously rubbing against me, moving her body up and down on mine so that our nipples tweaked and our clits tripped. I moaned, gripping the girl’s bum, the snow melting beneath us. And when she grasped my lit-up boobs and licked my flared nipples, I thought the roof of the igloo would start raining.

  “Yeah!” I groaned, Terri tonguing my nips up achingly high and hard.

  Her sweet lips sealed around a vibrating bud, sensuously sucked on it. I dug my fingers into her crack and almost tore her darling bum apart. She nursed on my other nipple, kneading my overheated chocolate mounds were her hot little hands.

  I shivered from tip to toe, not with cold anymore, but with delight. The girl pushed my tits together and flayed her tongue over both nipples at once. Then she tried to suck the pair right into her mouth at the same time. She only partially succeeded, but her erotic efforts met with rousing success from my body.

  “I want to suck on your tits,” I gasped.

  Terri looked up from my spit-slathered boobs, grinning. “Thought you’d never ask. The indigenous people are known for sharing – everything.”

  The girl squirmed up higher on top of me, planting her hands on either side of my head, her boobs sticking out into my face. I reached up and grabbed onto the pert pair, squeezed.

  “Oh, yes, Julie!” she groaned. “Suck on my breasts!”

  Her arms quivered, her breasts surging with heat in my damp, grasping hands, nipples stiffening deliciously before my very eyes. I kneaded her tits, worked my fingers up onto her nipples and rolled them, making her whole body quake. Then I raised my head up a bit and stuck out my tongue and tickled the tips of her boobs with the tip of my licker.

  She spasmed with joy. Her nipples jutted out at least half-an-inch, rubbery to the taste and touch, burnt-sugar bon-bons, her darker areolas silver dollar-sized and pebbly. I swirled my tongue all around one of her blossomed buds, the other. Then I sucked one into my mouth and pulled on it, chewed on it, spitting it out to do the same to Terri’s other ripe nipple.

  “Oh, Julie! That feels so good!” the trembling girl wailed.

  It did feel so good – her boobs in my hands, nipples in my mouth. I worked, fed on her mounds, squeezing, pinching, sucking, licking. I vacced a bud into my mouth and bit into it, sending Terri into fresh paroxysms of pleasure. I mashed her breasts together and flogged the pair of nipples like she’d done to me, with the same splendid results.

  “My pussy! Can you eat out my pussy, Julie!?”

  My paws froze on her boobs. The temperature inside our snow-hut skyrocketed another hundred degrees.

  Terri didn’t wait for an answer to her awesomely provocative question. She lifted her tits out of my hands and shifted around under the blankets, so that I wasn’t facing her boobs anymore, I was facing her pussy.

  She straddled my head with her thighs, her knees sinking into the mushy snow beneath the blankets. I felt her hands grasp my quivering thighs, heard her slide the blankets off her head and felt the cool air bathe my feet and legs, Terri’s hot breath steam against my bare pussy.

  I stared up into the girl’s shaven slit. Her plump little brown pussy lips glistened with moisture. I was mesmerized, the spicy scent of the woman filling my dizzy head like her sex was filling my unblinking eyes.

  Then I was jolted wickedly aware again, when Terri suddenly took a long, hard, wet slurp on my slit. “Ohmigod!” I shrieked, shocked with sensation.

  She licked me again, and again and again, stroking my dark flaps with her tongue, setting my loins on fire. I could feel every bud of her tongue, as they dragged over my super-sensitive lower lips, velvet sandpapering my slit. I gasped into her pussy, and she splatted it right down onto my mouth.

  I had no choice. I had to reciprocate – share and share alike. So I grabbed onto Terri’s taut little butt cheeks, really sinking my shaking fingers into the hot flesh, and I stuck out my tongue and shifted my head back and forth, licking Terri’s pussy like she was licking mine.

  She spasmed and moaned, her voice vibrating deep in my pussy and echoing all through the rest of my shimmering body. The girl tasted just as great downstairs as she did upstairs, my happy lapping tongue teasing the juices out of her slit. My fingernails bit into her rippling buttocks, as I licked and licked and licked.

  She pulled my flaps apart and shot her tongue right into my slit, burying it deep.

  “Unnnh!” I gulped into the girl’s cunt.

  I followed her sexy lead, slipping my fingers out of her bum and parting the fleshy curtain formed by her pussy lips. Then spearing my sticker right inside, forcing my hardened pink appendage full-length into Terri’s silky pink tunnel. She moaned inside me in appreciation.

  Then she writhed her tongue around inside my pussy, sending electric jolts of joy arcing all through me, up from the plug-in point. I squirmed my tongue around inside her pussy, swabbing all of her pleasure nerves. We were joined at the tongues and twats, going native, in our element.

  Terri bobbed her head up and down, tongue-fucking my pussy. I bobbed my head up and down, fucking her pussy with my tongue. We pumped faster and faster, pounding into each other with our mouth-organs, playing a way sensuous tune. Until Terri suddenly pulled all the way back, and out; then parted my flaps higher up, sealed her precious lips around my puffed-up clit and sucked.

  My tongue jumped deep in her slit, giving voice to my profound appreciation for what she was doing. Then I reeled the appendage back in, found her clit and hit it with my lips, and sucked.

  Her pink button was swollen up as much as mine; it throbbed in my mouth like mine in hers. I urgently sucked. She urgently sucked. We tugged each other to the very, slippery edge of all-out orgasm with our impassioned vaccing.

  Terri halted the headlong rush to igloo ecstasy, at least temporarily. She popped out from between my legs and swung her luscious legs and pussy away from my gasping mouth. She positioned herself back on top of me, wanting to consummate our mutual lust face-to-face, pussy-on-pussy.

  The girl showed me how one woman can really fuck another woman in such a small icebox. She was such a wonderful teacher, me her apt pupil.

  Terri kneed my legs further apart and dropped her pussy bump right over mine, commenced rubbing. I don’t know if that’s how the Eskimo lesbians did it on long, cold winter nights, but it sure set my night ablaze. We were molten against one another.

  “Yeah, Terri! Fuck me, Terri!” I cried, clutching her pumping cheeks, helping her grind our wildly tingling twats together.

  We moved faster and faster. The wet velvet friction built and built. The sexual heat flamed inferno.

  “Yes!” we cried as one, our lust exploding, almost blowing the roof off our cold-weather love shack.

  Searing orgasm after orgasm stoked our shuddering bodies, burning up red-hot from our hard-bumping cunts, melding us together.

  It seemed like an awfully elaborate way for the girl to get busy with me. She could’ve just come out and asked (I’d had a crush on her since the start of class), and we could’ve just hooked-up in my nice, warm dorm room. Then again, I did learn how to build an indigenous shelter out of snow, and how to make it melt.

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  Chapter 8 – A Night to Remember

  Let me tell you about something that happened to me recently. It was one of hottest things I’ve ever done and I wont forget it for a long time, maybe not ever.

  I’ve been married to a wonderful man for seventeen years now. Steve and I bought our first home together in the summer of 2001, in a small town in Quebec. Last summer, I got a job as a barmaid at our local bar and met some very interesting characters. This story is about one of them.

  When I first laid eyes on Brian, I immediately noticed how much he resembled Justin Timberlake. He w
as tall and slim, with a head of blond curly hair, and had his ears and eyebrow pierced. Needless to say, he was hot. It made no difference to me that he was only 18 years old; in fact, I think that turned me on even more. I have always been attracted to men much younger than myself, and I was Brian’s senior by just a little over 20 years.

  He would hang out at the bar almost every night. It was nice to have some company when I was stuck working on the slower nights, and there was never a dull moment when he was around. Anytime he got close to me, I could feel my heart race and my palms would get wet, not to mention how it affected other regions of my body. He didn’t have any parents here to speak of, but worked for a company that did seasonal work. Eventually, he just didn’t have enough money to keep frequenting the bar and I gradually saw less and less of him.