It was late the next day before I woke up to the sound of ringing. The sound sank into my dream world where I was fast losing myself to a host of teasing nymphets. There was a waterfall in my dream and the sound of the crashing water was the sound of the ringing. I stood in my dream watching the falling water and the naked girls in the water feeling something urgent pressing upon me. The urgency became identified with the falling water, and the water fell heavier and heavier until all I could hear was the sound of the crashing falls, and the crashing became a ringing until I opened my eyes.
The ringing continued and I shook my senses to remember where I was. The word telephone floated into my mind and I remembered. I got up to get the phone and found that I had a tremendous erection, then I remembered my dream.
The phone continued to call me and I followed, finally lifting the receiver and lazily answering.
"Hello Allen," A woman's voice said.
"Who is this?" I asked.
"A friend," she said. She had that slightly nasal type of voice that makes a woman sound particularly sexy.
"A friend?" I said.
"Or possibly a future friend."
"Right," I said. "I'll see you in the future, friend." I started to hang up the phone and I had no reason not to, but I stopped at the last minute and brought the receiver back to my ear. I don't know why I didn't just hang up. I was tired and uninterested in any games at the moment. I knew that I could hang up the phone and it would ring again before too long.
I stood there holding the phone to my ear, listening and waiting.
"If you want to hang up, do so," the voice said.
I pulled the receiver from my ear and stared at it for a moment, then started to hang it up again and be done with it, but something made me bring it back to my ear again.
"Shall I take your presence as an affirmation?" the voice asked.
"Affirmation of what?" I said. "Who is this?"
"Affirmation of my existence, of course," the woman said. "I've told you, I am a friend. A close friend. As close, at least, as any of the other women, I feel certain. But you will see."
The way she spoke was somehow odd, not just what she said but the sound of her voice when she said it. "You're calling about the ad?" I asked, now somewhat unsure.
"Yes," she said, "I am calling about the advertisement you have solicited regarding yourself. It was a most inviting advertisement."
By the silence, I guessed that she expected me to say something. I was just about speechless, for some reason. I cleared my throat and said, clumsily, "Well, I just copied some of the other things I saw in the ads."
"Precisely. That is precisely how it is done." She paused and I listened intently to the silent receiver. "There is such little room for invention in this world," she said. "How can one be original after say, the acts of dear Caine or Eve?"
She spoke with ridiculous intimacy of those two. I didn't answer. I decided it was a rhetorical question.
"But I do you an injustice, Allen, I am sure you are much more original than any of your contemporaries."
"Well, I don't know," I said unsteadily. "I try."
"That is an advantage in itself. Most don't even put an effort into it. Believe me, I know."
There was another long silence, and it occurred to me that she must have the wrong number. "Are you sure that you dialed the right number?" I asked.
"What a silly question. Of course I'm sure," she laughed.
"But, I mean, the ad… you're answering the ad in Stud?"
"Isn't that where you placed your advertisement?"
"Yes."
"Then you are the correct, one."
"Oh," I said. "Well, I'm pretty tied up right now…"
"Of course, I understand," she put in. "It is for me to make myself available for you. Very well, I shall be available… tonight. At midnight."
"Gee, I'm sorry," I said. "I'm busy…"
"You get into your car at 11:30 and drive north on highway one until you arrive at Crosstimbers Road. There you take a left turn and continue until you reach the sign on the right side of the road which reads, 'Koczechne Estate'. Here you enter."
Then the phone went dead, I decided it was just an extra-weird kook and tried to forget about call I felt pretty good, although not especially horny. The call had left me extremely unhorny. So I went to the window and looked out – it was an especially ugly day. Grey sky, light rain falling, cars driving by with their lights on. I decided to negate the day and go back to sleep. It was the only reasonable thing to do.
Before I could get halfway to the bedroom, the phone rang. What the heck, I thought, and answered it.
"Allen?" the voice asked.
"That's me."
There was a long silence and I finally said, "Hello?"
Then the girl's voice came back on. "You had the ad?"
"Yeah, that's right. Are you answering it?"
"Well, yes, I guess I am."
"Well, what's your name?"
"Beth."
"Hello, Beth. Glad to meet you."
"Do you really do what you said in your ad?"
"More. Much more. Are you interested?"
"Well, maybe. But I sort of prefer oral sex. You don't mind doing that for a girl."
"No."
"I've got a nice cunt. You'd enjoy sucking it off. I shave it every day and it's bald and shiny and slick. Men love to eat my pussy. They like to run their tongues all over the mounds of my pussy and then spread the wet lips apart and lick the hot juices out. My pussy's hot for you, Allen! I've got it open and it's warm pink inside, dripping wet. Can you taste it, Allen, can you?"
I hung up. I just didn't feel like playing with that kind this day. After I hung up, I took the phone off the hook and trudged back to bed. I felt really exhausted. It took about two minutes for me to fall fast asleep.
I slept through most of the day. When I got up again, it was already dark outside. I had managed to sleep away the entire day. I got up and had a shower and then got dressed. I moped around the house for a while and then decided to go out for a bite to eat. I hardly felt hungry at all, but I didn't have any plans for the evening and I didn't want to sit at home by myself. So I went out to the car. It was still raining outside. A miserable night.
I drove to the local diner and had ham and eggs. A mid-evening breakfast. The eggs were overdone and the toast was burnt, and the coffee was sour. I was beginning to wish I had never gotten up. I hardly touched the food and paid and left.
I got into my car and started to drive. It was around 9:00 and I was just cruising aimlessly, thinking about all the women I had been fucking in the last few days. I was also thinking about Patti. I really loved Patti, I wondered what she would think about all my fucking around. I knew I would tell her. There was no doubt about that.
I cruised around thinking about all the cunts I had been looking at and poking my prick into recently and although my memory of all that pussy was so vivid that I could even smell the cunt, I didn't get a single erection. I was kind of burned out on fucking I guess. Feeling sort of weak and aimless.
I was driving without thinking about my driving. I've done that a lot when I do long-distance driving. Sort of put the brain on "automatic" and it drives the car without you consciously thinking about it. I had been doing this for a couple of hours, going all over town, when I looked up and saw, on the right side of the road, a sign that read, "Koczechne Estate." Without even thinking about it I turned the car into the drive. The complete ease with which I headed the car up that road unnerved me a little. I hadn't intended on coming here at all, and here I was. I glanced at my watch. It was midnight. Exactly when I should have arrived if I had started at the designated 11:30.
The driveway was lined with ragged shrubbery that looked like it hadn't been cared for in years. There was a wrought iron gate at the end of the drive that was wide open – I supposed for me. Beyond the gate lay an old mansion of rough-hewn stone that was dark except for a single light in the front room. I parked my car beneath a huge oak tree in the front and walked to the front door. There was a large, brass knocker on the door and I rapped it a few times and waited.
The door opened slowly. A woman in black stood at the door and said, "Come in, Allen."
She had short brown hair, neatly cut, and deep brown eyes. I walked past her and she closed the door behind us and followed me into the room. It was a large room lit by a single small lamp and so it was still rather dark. The floor was a dirty parquet and the furniture was late-50's modern. Mies Van der Rone shit, if you know what I mean. The furniture looked like it was rarely used and gathered dust.
"Sit down," she said congenially and I did.
I noticed that she wore no shoes and that her feet were wet and dirty, as if she had been out walking in the mud. Her dress and hair, though, were dry. I supposed she had gone out walking with an umbrella. It was odd to see her mud-caked feet as they contrasted with her formal dress. It was a black evening gown that went down almost to her feet. It was cut low at the front so that I could see that she had nice tits. I felt really awkward. She noticed it and said, "There is no reason for you to be nervous. We are perfectly alone."
"Oh, I'm not nervous," I said and coughed.
"A drink?" she asked.
"Please," I said.
She poured out one drink and handed it to me, no taking one for herself. "I hope you like brandy," she said.
"Love it," I answered.
"They always do, it seems. Were I to offer you water, would you love that too?"
"What?" I asked.
"Drink up and never mind. It doesn't matter."
I shook it off and drank. The brandy was strong and it warmed me up a bit. I had begun to feel a little chilled. I hadn't noticed when I first came in, but it was exceedingly cold in the house. I thought that the floor must be freezing, especially to her with her wet, bare feet.
"Are you cold still?" she asked when I had finished the brandy.
"Better," I said.
"It is a cold house. I like it, though. I like the cold. It has a certain attraction for me. The cold and the damp, like the earth itself."
When she spoke, she looked straight through me as if I didn't exist. Her eyes looked very still and her color was extremely pale. Yet there was something about her… the bright red of her lips, maybe, or the way she gestured with her long, pointed fingers.
"You've answered a lot of these ads?" I asked.
"Yes," she answered. "I find the men who take them are interesting souls, in a way."
She had a way of talking, of choosing her words that sent the chills running right up my spine. And she never seemed to blink. I had nothing to say to her, and she didn't seem interested in speaking, so we sat in silence for a long time. The sound of the rain could be heard as it struck the windows and the roof. Occasionally the wind would rustle the trees and it sounded as if there were someone stirring about outside.
"Are you curious about me?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess I am," I admitted.
"I am a lonely woman who has a need for men. I have the means and the time to afford attaining them in the way that I do. I never leave this house and no man has ever returned to this place. I was in love once but I was scorned and I have never forgiven him. As far as he is concerned, I am dead."
I could feel the chills running up and down my spine as she spoke. I wished I had never come and I wanted some way of escaping. I didn't have the least bit of sexual desire towards her. She drove me batty. I was freezing.
"You're cold," she said. "Come, we can build a fire."
She went to the fireplace and I followed her. There were some half-burned logs in it that looked like they had been there years. There were some newspapers beside the fireplace and we began to crumple them up for kindling. I noticed that they were all the same newspaper, an old copy with a date in the 60's. The headline was about an accident of some kind. As the paper burned, I read the disappearing headline, "Governor and… plunge car into ocean." The name of the other party had already burned away.
The fire crackled and sputtered. The wood was wet and wouldn't start. We burned all the newspaper but couldn't get the fire started. I was just about shivering with the cold. I wanted to go home.
"I suppose it won't start," she said. "It never does. We shall have to find another way of keeping warm. Come with me."
I wanted to tell her that I was leaving, but I couldn't for some reason bring myself to contradict her. The way she looked right through me…
I followed her down a dark hallway to another room. She turned on the light and it was a small, green lamp that barely lit the room. It bathed the great, canopied bed in a green palor. It looked like a scene from an underwater movie. Everything seemed to be floating in the green light. Outside, the wind had picked up and was hurling raindrops against the windows.
She walked past me and sat down on the bed. Without speaking a word, she began to undress. The gown came off in one motion and she was completely naked underneath except for a diamond-studded collar she wore around her neck. She lay down on the bed, her body glowing in the green light. She was ravishing, but for some reason I wasn't stimulated. She had large, high tits with nipples pointing straight up, and her cunt was covered with curly black fur. I knew that the sight of a body as curvy and sleek as hers would have ordinarily driven me wild, but I was overcome with the feel of the place, the green, misty light, the weird way of talking she had, the extreme cold. She didn't seem to be cold at all.
"Come lie down next to me, Allen," she said in a deep voice.
I told myself that I was acting ridiculous. I walked over to the bed and stared down at those bulging tits and that pussy. She was slowly gesticulating with her body, making it roll slowly like the ocean. I started to get into the mood. I decided to get on top of her and ride her waves.
"Take off your clothes before you come into bed," she said.
So I stood next to her and undressed. She watched me remove my clothes, but with an air of complete disinterest. She had her eyes on one spot – my crotch. She wanted to see my prick and nothing else. I wished that I would have had a hard-on to thrust into her gaze, but I was limp as a baby.
I removed my underwear sheepishly and stood naked before her. She stared at my prick and I felt like, instead of making me get a hard-on, she would make my cock shrivel up and hide inside my belly.
"A beautiful prick," she said. "Come here so I can suck it for you and make it hard."
I climbed up on the bed like a little boy and she moved over to make room for me. She sat up at my thighs and I layed back on the pillows and waited for her to put her lips on my prick. I was shivering slightly, but she was perfectly calm. I figured that once we got started, I would get warmed up.
She stared at my cock for a long time, sizing it up. "Yes, a very nice prick," she said. "I like big pricks. Pricks that can choke me when I take them in my throat. I want to be choked and strangled by your cock, Allen. I want to eat your cum. Drink it."
With that, she brought her hand over my waist and drew a long line down my belly with her fingernail. It sent chills running through me, but it also brought my prick to life. She ran her hand over my hips, just barely touching them with the tips of her fingers. I could feel myself coming alive, even though I was shivering like crazy.
Then she brought both palms down on my thighs and I almost jumped from the coldness of her touch. Her hands were ice-cold and they didn't warm up the longer she kept them on my thighs. They were cold and lifeless like two dead fish. I felt her hand sliding down my thighs towards my crotch and then the feel of her fingers touching my prick. She took it in her hand and it was like wrapping my prick in a cold sponge.
I felt the coldness spreading through my groin. It was the same as being stimulated by someone who got you hot, except she made me cold instead. I felt my whole body going rigid. I knew my cock was getting harder, but it wasn't getting hot and hard, it was freezing. My cock was turning into an icicle.
I could feel it standing straight up between my legs and she was stroking it with her cold, cold hands. Then she brought her cheek down to it and pressed the head of my prick to her cheek. What a feeling that was! Her cheek caused me to shiver as she ran my cock around and around it. Her eyes were closed now. She ran my cock all over her cold body. She was cold all over, some parts more icy than others. She held my cock between her tits and it was like an icebox there. I wanted to scream or at least get up and run, but I couldn't move. It was as if she had frozen my will to resist and now I was hers to do with as she pleased.
"Yes, cock, hard cock," she moaned. "I love your cock. I love cock, all kinds of cock. Mmmm."
She wailed deep down in her throat and then brought her lips to my prick. It made me shiver all over when she kissed the head of my prick. Her breath was icy and her kiss tingled. She spread her lips and sucked my prick up inside her mouth and I didn't feel anything except a sucking sensation. I knew my cock was numb. I felt that my entire body was going numb. She sucked on my cock and moaned deep down in her throat and she swayed slowly in the pale green light. I felt that she was sucking the life out of my cock.
"No," I whispered. "Stop, please stop."
"Yes, yes Allen. I'm going to suck your seed out. Ummmm, suck your big, cold cock. Cold like the earth, cold and damp. Hard cocks and cold earth. Ummmm."
My body started to move with her. I couldn't help myself. She was maneuvering me like I was a puppet. I rose and fell to the rhythm of her sucking and when she reached down and took my balls in her hand, it felt like she had inserted her icy fingers into my scrotum and was touching my bare balls. The feeling of wet and cold pervaded my nuts and they nestled up to my hard prick. She gently tickled them and enticed them down so that she could play with them some more.
There was a tingling running through my nuts that was like the feeling before I usually cum, but now it was a painful feeling. Like when I've fucked too much and my balls are sore. Except now it was like all my tubes had frozen and I was going to shoot ice out of my prick. I closed my eyes and felt my body rising and falling to her rhythm. She placed her hands on my ass and drove my cock deep into her throat and I could feel her cold lips touching my crotch. I knew she had my entire erection shoved down her throat. She squeezed my balls and I could feel it moving up my prick, slowly instead of shooting. I could feel my cum oozing up the shaft and it felt like it would never get to the end. I groaned and grunted and heaved in an effort to get it out. It finally came to the end of my prick and I could feel her sucking my slow cum from me. It was like she had a straw leading straight down to my balls and she was sucking my cum out of my nuts with that straw. I could feel the suction in my balls. She kept it up, and I had already stopped cuming, if you could call what I did cuming, but she was still drinking. It felt like my balls were being sucked dry. My entire body was tensed and I cried out, "Stop! Stop!"
I was thankful when she took her mouth off my prick. "Sucking you out?" she asked. "Mustn't do that. There must be some left for my lovely cunt. You want to fuck my wet cunt, don't you? You're my lover tonight. You have to fuck my cunt. I can't sleep if you don't fuck me."
I wanted to get out. I wanted to get up and run, but I felt weak. It was as if she had drained all my strength out of my prick. I lay on my back panting for breath and shivering at the same time.
"Who are you!" I yelled.
She smiled and her figure waved in the greenish light. The sound of the wind rustling the leaves was accentuated by the sound of the rain beating against the window. The storm was building up force and I could hear thunder in the distance. It was a low, rumbling noise and the sky began to be lit dimly from the distant lightning.
"I have to go," I whispered.
"Fuck me first," she said, with her hands on her hips. She slid her hands down her sleek thighs and ran her finger up to her pussy. "Stick it in here, Allen. I'm starved for your cock."
She rose and opened her thighs, seating herself over my body.
"Don't be afraid, Allen. I won't hurt you. I'll only fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm not like any woman you've ever known, am I?"
"No," I mumbled.
"I know what a man needs. He needs cunt. He needs cunt from the woman he loves, lots of cunt, dirty, nasty, pussy. If he doesn't get it there, he'll get it somewhere else. Isn't that right?"
"I guess so, yeah."
"What about your love, Allen? Doesn't she have a cunt good enough for you?"
"There's nobody special," I lied. "I just fuck around."
"You just fuck around," she repeated, doing a little dance in the greenish light. The storm was closer and the lightning illuminated the room with each flash. It was ice cold and wet. I was shivering all over, but my prick was as hard as could be and I wanted to fuck her more than anything. Or be fucked by her. I didn't really want to be there.
She slipped her hands up under her crotch and spread her hot pussy apart. It should have been hot, anyway. I felt her cold hand grab my cock and fondle the sore head, and then she maneuvered her pussy over it and rubbed my prick head in the wetness of her cunt. It was like ice-water!
But I didn't draw away. I was mesmerized by her dance and I lay motionless as I watched her working her self around and around over my prick, just letting the tip of it touch her snatch.
"Now I'll take you in, Allen. I'll take you into my cunt where I hide my secrets. I'll fuck your big cock until you cry for me to stop."
She threw her head back and as the lightning flashed she lowered her body onto my prick. I felt the coldness creeping over me. It descended down my shaft as she swallowed it with her cunt. My balls had begun to warm up again, but now they turned to ice. The chill went down my tail bone and spread up my spine, finally reaching my skull and making my hair stand on end. I lay gnashing my teeth while she worked up and down my stiff prick.
"I'm freezing!" I yelled.
I heard her laugh deep down in her throat. "I've always been frozen. I'm cold like the earth, wet and damp."
She pumped her body up and down on me and I felt that I was getting weaker and weaker. I tried to reach up and grab her, but she swayed and I couldn't touch her. My movements were too slow, I was slowing down. I thought that I must be feeling what it's like to freeze to death. Yet, my balls were working through it all. My prick was hard and tingling, and I could tell that she was getting close to a climax. She was breathing hoarsely, deep down in her throat.
"Cum! Cum inside me, Allen. Fill my frigid cunt with your cum!"
"No! I won't let you! Let me up!" I cried.
"I'm fucking you. YOU can't get up."
I reached up again and this time I was able to grab her by the collar she wore around her neck. She pulled back and the collar came off with a snap. There was a fiercely bright flash of lightning and I saw the scars around her throat that the collar hid.
"What are you!" I screamed.
"I love you, Allen," she moaned. "Tell me that you love me."
She looked at me with her eyes, boring through me. The room swayed in the damp green light, and our bodies swayed with it. My head was swimming in green, in dampness and cold. My body was slowing down and I was going to come, that was certain, I was cuming.
She drove herself down onto my body again and again, "Tell me you love me!" she wailed like the wind.
"NO! NO! I LOVE PATTI!" I screamed. "PATTI."
Then it was over. I was alone in my bed.