"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.