I was back in the deep freeze again.
The chill was unbelievable. I felt like a popsicle.
There was no light. Everything seemed black.
I shook my head and opened my eyes as far as I could, trying to force some light into them. Slowly, everything turned from pitch-black to dark gray.
I kept on concentrating, certain somewhere in the back of my mind that my life depended on it. Gradually the gray started to lift. There was still no definition of objects, but things continued to get lighter.
Then, astoundingly, the color before my eyes was white. Pure white. Snow white.
Having forced myself to my senses through sheer subconscious will-power, I quickly surveyed the scent. I was lying nude in a doorway on a deserted city street. My motorcycle-punk lover had stolen my raccoon coat and abandoned me.
I was so furious that it seemed to charge my energy. Suddenly I felt thawed enough to get up and begin making it down the street.
Like a toddling penguin I plodded along the ice until I made it to my house. After letting myself in, I fell stiffly onto the living room floor like a frozen halibut, neither knowing or caring, if Leo was home.
He wasn't. Things were exactly as I had left them. The son of a bitch was still in the sack with his campus cutie.
During a hot bath that lasted for hours until I was thawed out, I thought about my future. I decided, that Leo served some purpose, after all. For instance, he made a pretty good living as a college professor and wasn't too stingy with his money. At least I didn't have to work. In addition, he gave me a good front. Nothing's more respectable than the wife of a college professor.
All of which gave me freedom to do whatever I wanted when Leo wasn't around. Which was increasingly the case. Even the fooling around I was certain he was doing had its virtues. It just gave me more time and excuse to do what I wanted.
His lack of sex drive had turned into a virtue in my mind also. The more he failed to provide me with hot cock, the hornier I got. The hornier I was, the more I was driven to go out and do the thing I loved best: hitchhiking for sex.
As far as I was concerned, anything that got me out on the road was good.
I saw now that I could never give it up. Even when I was at the old folks' home I'd be sneaking out onto the interstate and trying to flag down truckers willing to take on a little old cunt.
The fact of the matter was that I no longer wanted a normal relationship with a man. I wanted to have a thousand different sexual experiences, not the same boring routine once every two weeks. I wanted to be sucked, raped, buggered, licked, degraded, and on and on – everything that could be done to me before I started all over again.
And I wanted to do it with the widest variety of partners available. Now I saw that strange women were no more off limits for my desires than strange men. Who needed Leo's cock when I could have all the prick and pussy I wanted.
Even a snowy night would no longer deter me. As soon as it cleared up, I was going down to the nearest adult book store and buy me the biggest dildo available. Then, the next time a storm closed down the city, I'd just cuddle up in my own warm bed and fuck myself crazy.
During twelve hours of deep sleep after I finally got out of the tub, I dreamed of nothing but cocks and pussies. They fucked incessantly, engorging my unconscious with dreamy screwing and coming.
When I awoke I had never felt so refreshed. I sprang out of bed and walked to the window to see what had happened with the weather.
The sun was shining and the sky was blue. I could see birds flying outside the window.
Everything was okay.
Just then I heard the door opening and footsteps. I jumped when I heard Leo tall, "Merry Christmas! Is anybody home?"
"Just me, sweetheart," I grimaced, already tired of having him home. "I'm in the bedroom…"
"Are you decent?" he asked from the next room.
"Well, Leo, we're married, for Christ's sake," I said, his presence thoroughly irritating me.
"Well, after that big fuss that might the Marx Brothers were on, I don't know," he said.
"Suit yourself," I said tersely, and walked over to the closet to get some clothes. Suddenly all I wanted to do was get dressed and get out of there. Being around Leo for ninety seconds was enough to make anyone want to split.
"Where are you going?" he said when he finally came into the room and saw me dressing.
"To the gynecologist," I improvised. "I have a yeast infection. If I don't keep the appointment it'll take weeks to get another one. By that time I may have grown a loaf of bread between my legs."
He actually smiled at one of my jokes, then abruptly frowned and asked, "Whoever heard of a doctor open on Christmas?"
"He's Jewish," I lied.
"If you say so," he said indifferently. "I'll see you later, I'm bushed. I'm going to get some sleep before I go back to the university."
"On Christmas?" I said, raising my eyebrows in skepticism. No wonder he'd bought my story about the Jewish gynecologist.
"The budget. The budget," he said, as though I were mentally retarded for not remembering his lame excuse for screwing somebody on the side. "It's due on the first of January."
As if I cared. However, on my way out of the room, curiosity got the best of me, and I looked over my shoulder and asked, "Weren't you just at the school for three days? Why didn't you just stay there if you had to go right back?"
He turned red as though I'd caught him in a lie. Then he sputtered, "Cots… cots… They only had cots for us to sleep on during the storm. They were very uncomfortable. I really didn't get much rest while I was gone."
"I'm sure you didn't," I snapped and walked out.
Outside I walked aimlessly. Leo had driven me out of the house this time, not lust, and I had no idea where I wanted to go. Fortunately the sun was out and it was a beautiful day, more like spring than winter as the temperature shot up in the sixties after the blizzard.
I must have walked for miles, basking in the sun. Around me people went this way and that, coming outdoors again after the weather had made a turn for the better.
Feeling out of breath from walking, I finally sat down on a bench at a bus stop. When I crossed my legs I knew there was another reason why I was panting. My pussy was absolutely sopping.
Realizing that I had made myself horny just walking around and thinking, I cast my eyes around for something to do about it. If a wino had wandered across my path at that moment, I would have jumped the poor bastard and gone down on him under the bench.
As it was, something else caught my attention – the acrid scent of carbon monoxide. When I turned to my left I saw a city bus lumbering towards me.
Impulsively, I dug into my purse for the change needed to board, and stood up as the bus pulled up in front of me. I walked up the stairs and got inside and dropped the change into the slot, having no idea where the bus was going.
Inside I could see that the bus was almost empty. On Christmas day the only passengers were sad-faced people with no families to spend the holiday with. Too bad they hadn't discovered my secret for combating loneliness.
Wandering to the back, I sat down in the last seat, the big one that goes all the way across the rear of the bus. Before I could slide over to the window, a surly looking kid I'd seen on my way down the aisle suddenly moved over from his seat and sat down on my right.
When I tried to move in the other direction, he was joined on my left by an equally scruffy youth – the only difference being that this one was a girl.
They nudged rudely against me, pinching me between their hard, young bodies. When I tried to move I found myself securely locked between them.
"Don't make another move, lady," the boy said.
"What are you talking about?"
"Look at your left, lady."
I did as he said and saw the girl pulling something shiny out of her purse. A nickel-plated Saturday night special.
She shoved the gun down between my thighs, hiding it from anyone else. "Don't make a move, bitch," she hissed, "or I'll blow your fucking cunt off."
"Why are you doing this?" I croaked in astonishment.
"The bus drivers don't carry cash on them any more," the boy said, "so we have to rob the passengers."
"Now fork over your money, bitch," the girl said, drawing my face back to the left with her impatience. She emphasized her demand by jabbing the short barrel of her gun into my cunt. The already sopping orifice spasmed from the attack, glazing my thighs with a new seepage of pussy juice.
I looked at her straight in the eye. With a single penetrating look I sensed this tough little cookie was actually a fawn-like girl with hair the color of straw. I couldn't help wondering what the rest of her body looked like under her scruffy denim clothing.
"Whaddaya looking at, cunt?" she snarled when she realized I was reading her face. "Stop staring at me like that."
"Hey, what's going on?" the boy said, puzzled.
"Shaddup," the girl snapped. "I'll handle this."
"Let me," I said out of the blue. It was my only warning before I abruptly snaked my hand across her thigh and shoved my fingers into her crotch.
I smiled when I saw the toughness of her face suddenly disintegrate as her mouth gaped in astonishment. "What's the matter with you, bitch? Don't you know how to act while you're being robbed?" she sputtered. "Now hand over your money."
"Wouldn't you rather have sex?" I said sweetly.
Before she could move, my fingers found the tab of her zipper and screeched it down her fly. Inside her jeans they instantly found themselves immersed in her fluffy cunt hair, no panties between my hand and her pussy.
"Hey, what the fuck's going on?" her bewildered partner yelled, causing a couple of the derelicts on the bus and the driver to turn around and look at us.
"Those punks bothering you, lady?" the driver called back.
I looked at the girl. Then I turned and looked at the boy before I answered. They were both pale with fright, terrified I'd blow the whistle on them.
"You all right?" the bus driver called again.
"Just fine," I replied, just as I worked my fingers inside the mouth of the girl's cunt.
When the other people on the bus went back to minding their own business, I leaned over and covered the girl's mouth with my lips, soul-kissing her as I pushed her back against the seat. In her pants, two of my fingers wiggled up the slit of her pussy. Her cunt was soaking wet. Her stiff clit rubbed against the palm of my hand. She shoved down her jeans, so I could get my fingers into even more of her twat.
Behind me, her boyfriend was fit to be tied. Especially when he heard the gun clatter to the floor when the girl let go of it. Her trigger finger hooked under the hem, pulling my skirt up so her hand could snake between my legs and grab my pussy.
I don't know if he was mad at her for botching the robbery, jealous of what we were doing, or what. In any case, if it was imperative to calm down before somebody noticed and the driver got a cop.
There was only one way. My free hand went around in back of me and instinctively grabbed for his cock.
It was there all right, big and bulging in his tight jeans. His enormous hard-on told me that he had completely forgotten about the robbery.
"Help me get it out," I hissed, "I want to feel it." As I rubbed the throbbing bulge, I could hear his zipper squealing downward. In an instant I could feel the fleshy arc of his dick oozing out of his pants. Soon after that it was filling my hand, pumping up and down between my clutching fingers.
The three of us moved as one all the way to the edge of the bus, in a corner behind a row of seats so no one could see what we were up to. The girl was wedged in the corner with her jeans dumped on the floor, one bare leg over the back seat, and the other hooked over the seat in front of us. Her contortion made the tunnel of her pussy big enough to swallow half my hand.
In my other hand, the boy's dick had gotten even harder as I moved its foreskin up and down the shaft. The head of his cock throbbed angrily, getting more agitated by the moment. His prick felt too good not to taste.
Keeping my hand wiggling up the girl's pussy, I turned my head toward the dork in my hand. I forced it toward my mouth and threw my lips over the end. The head of his cock was as big as a plum, succulent and rich in my mouth.
"Go down on me," he whispered urgently. "Deep-throat me, lady."
Gladly obliging, I slipped my lips another couple of inches down his cock. When my tongue started tickling the head, his nervous system went crazy. A lunging involuntary buck of his hips automatically crammed two or three further inches of stiff prick in my mouth.
Below me a few inches I could see his balls. They were churning, squeezing together in a tight vise to manufacture sperm. I wouldn't be satisfied until his cock was all the way in my mouth and my lips were nuzzling them.
Knowing I was going to gag, I closed my eyes and lurched my throat toward his groin. His cock-head tore into my throat as I choked downward. The shaft of his prick slid against my lips, getting rounder and harder by the time I reached the thatch of his groin. My lips nibbled against something round and hard while I fought for breath.
When I opened my eyes, the only signs of his prick were the knotty bulge poking out of my neck and my puffed cheeks. I had deep-throated his young, hard cock to the ultimate. My lips kissed his throbbing balls, getting them ready to explode.
But as hard as I sucked his cock, I never forgot about the cunt I was so thoroughly finger-fucking. The girl's pussy enveloped my fingers, crushing them with wet, pink meat while I tried to surge back and forth up her sopping fuck-canal. Every thrust brought a new onslaught of pussy juice as she shuddered and shook, obviously riding on one, long continuous orgasm.
Feeling her orgasmic vibrations rattling the rear of the bus, I decided I needed a little action between my legs, also. Realizing that the prick fucking me in the mouth was about to fill my stomach with cum if I didn't do something quickly, I pulled his cock out of my mouth. When I got it all the way out I couldn't believe how long and throbbing it looked, glistening from a bath of my warm spit.
"Fuck me." I said matter of factly.
He sat up and I crawled on top of him while we both slid over toward the corner so we were pressing against the girl. His cock jumped between my legs, battering impatiently at my crotch to get inside my cunt. Adjusting my loins, I did my best to accommodate him, feeling his shaft slide lewdly along the ravine of my gash.
Straightening it out with my hand, I felt his prick start to slide inside me. Once again my habit of not wearing panties came in handy as his cock instinctively found the open mouth of my pussy and moved inch by inch up my cunt. The entering hardness I felt was magnificent, like having hot lead poured up my snatch.
Beside us, the girl, her legs still spread-eagled over the two seats, started working her ass up against the side of the bus. Forcing herself upward, she somehow got her cunt at the same level as my head. In the midst of fucking the boy, I looked to my left and found myself staring into her steaming, open pussy.
"Suck me," she moaned, as if I needed anyone to tell me what to do. My face was between her incredibly spread thighs in an instant. My mouth pressed wetly against her labia, kissing her cunt.
Her teenage pussy was divine. It was a cauldron of sweetness so intense that constant exposure to it would have given me diabetes. My tongue had an easy time stiffening up her fuck-canal, driving her wild.
At my crotch the boy's dick now stuck straight up inside my cunt, impaling me to the hilt. Since I was on top I had to do all the work, and I took to the task with zeal. Swiveling and gyrating on his groin, I corkscrewed my body around his standing prick, seeming to draw him up me another phantom inch.
I felt so full of cock that I thought I was going to burst. I wondered how my body could conceivably take it when he finally came.
Then it happened. His spurting cum filled my cunt like it was a balloon full of water. Then, in a squishing hiss, the excess sperm came spraying out of the sides of my pussy as the back of the bus filled with the scent of fresh, hot semen.
Going nuts from being come in, and coming myself, I clawed savagely against the girl's spread thighs while I feasted like a jackal on the raw meat of her cunt. Pussy juice glazed my face, smearing against my eyes and blurring my vision while I ate her as deeply as I could, ravaging her succulent honey-pot.
In my cunt his prick pumped out cum for at least thirty seconds. When it finally stopped we were writhing in a pool of cum, the seat covered with it. His cock started to grow soft in my cunt, completely spent.
However, the girl and I were still going strong. This was where the lesson of Christmas Eve was going to come in so handy. I may have lost my raccoon coat, but I gained the knowledge that long after a cock had made its last spurt, a horny woman was still hot to trot.
And the boy's little partner and I were definitely horny. My mouth melted against her pussy lips, becoming an integral part of her crotch. In her love-tunnel my tongue was like a cock, thrusting stiffly against her cervix, rubbing her orgasm maddeningly on and on and on.
My own cunt made the best of the wilting cock still inside it, tightening around the exhausted love muscle in a desperate effort to pump some life back into it. The only thing that could revive a spent cock was the insatiability of a pussy.
My fingers made their way from the girl's thighs to the frizzy wetness beneath her cunt. The hairy trail to her asshole was saturated with pussy juice, a fetid, swampy groove that covered my fingers with goo.
Poking between her cheeks I started searching for her anus. At last I felt the pulsing ridges of her bunghole scraping against my fingertip, begging to be penetrated.
Her asshole was slicked with her pussy flow and the dripping spit from my mouth that had drooled down there. Despite the tightness, my finger slid slickly into her anus. I reamed out her ass, feeling the muscles tighten around my knuckle.
Her cunt exploded anew in my mouth from the stimulation. The thin membrane between her anus and pussy providing virtually no barrier, I fell my tongue bump against my finger, both of them penetrating her to the hilt.
The carnal excitement had me coming in such a rush that my pussy was tying itself into knots. The pressure it exerted on the boy's cock must have been excruciating. Which undoubtedly accounted for why his prick started to harden again, slowly but surely growing in my cunt.
At last having something to seriously grind down onto again, I swiveled against his loins, stretching his dick within me. Then his prick started to throb and suddenly it was as hard as it could be, nine inches up my cunt.
I inserted a second and third finger up the girl's gradually widening asshole. Sliding them in and out, I gave her a three-pronged ass-fucking, drawing the slimy juices from her bowels.
The air in the back of the bus was humid from the incredible funk of raw sex. The scent of male cum mingled pungently with distinctly separate aromas of the juices of two different pussies. On top of it, the girl's raw anal smell was like frosting.
Unbelievably, nobody on the bus noticed us.
The sullen driver, obviously pissed off that he had to work on Christmas, drove the bus along the route like he was a robot.
Suddenly, the cock in my cunt jumped. It felt like it was going to surge out of my throat. The kid's hands slammed against the bottom of my pussy as he sent his second load of sperm up my snatch. It exploded in the core of my being, filling my cunt to the bursting point again.
Copying the prick in my pussy, my tongue stiffened an extra inch in the girl's cunt, pushing an inner-button that unleashed a new torrent of female cream. My saliva drooled into her box like a thick, rich load of male cum.
Her asshole tightened like a noose around my fingers, and a flood of sludge flowed hotly from her colon. An anal orgasm coursed though her rectum, affecting me like a thousand volts of electricity had suddenly been shot though my fingers. The shock made my fingers jump in her ass until the tips of them were wiggling in her bowels, inundated by a brew of hot, angry shit.
When I pulled my fingers out of her ass, it was like removing a cork. Abruptly a molten flow of diarrheic lava poured from her ass, instantly putrefying the air. Shit spewed onto the seat and dribbled onto the floor as her asshole gushed orgasmically.
Maybe they were practically dead to the world, but even the smell of fresh shit was too much for the other passengers. With the bus reeking like a bowl of a just-used toilet, they looked around to see what in the hell was going on.
I slid off the boy's prick and started walking up the aisle while I smoothed down my skirt over my crotch. Seeing a bus stop ahead out the window, I reached up and pulled the cord. Before anybody could connect me with what was going on in the back, the rear door had whooshed open and I was out of the bus.
As I descended onto the street, I took one last look toward the back of the bus. I couldn't believe the mess. Licking my lips, I turned around and walked away.