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Hot Blizzard

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by Hector My girlfriend in the 1940�s was an artists� model named Vicki. I was her sexual playmate and confidant. One day in 1948, she told me she had become a bi-sexual like me. I asked what had happened to show her the light. She told me the following story -- One evening after visiting my mom in Webster, Mass, she said, I headed my new Caddy south on 395. I planned to join the Connecticut Turnpike just east of New London on the way to New York. I had just passed Putnam, Connecticut, when the blizzard struck. I barely got off 395 when everything went white. I stopped. Every time it would clear a bit, I�d go a little farther, looking for a town, an open gas station, a store -- anything. Finally, I was completely lost. That�s when I ended up in a ditch. While trying to get out, I stalled the engine. I couldn�t get it started again. I panicked. I had bizarre images of freezing to death in that luxurious leather-upholstered Caddy. I struck out in the storm, looking for a house. What followed is very fuzzy to this day. I do remember seeing a hazy light surrounded by a halo. I headed for it. I thought I was dying. I must have passed out. I awoke with the smell of hickory smoke in my nose. I was cocooned in a voluptuous mink coat. A tongue was frantically exploring the inside of my mouth. I opened my eyes and saw a blur of raven hair. It tickled my nose and fell down over my cheeks and ears. I moved, and the tongue quickly left my mouth. A sweet-smelling woman in her early forties was leaning over me. Her luxuriant hair still tickled my forehead. �You�ve made it,� she said in a mellow voice, spreading her warm breath across my lips and into my mouth. �What are you doing?� I asked, when I realized she was holding my left breast. �Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation,� she said, a red glow in her face. �Don�t worry. I�m a doctor. I found you at my door. You had stopped breathing. Luckily, you had managed to use the knocker. Otherwise, I would have found you tomorrow morning on my front porch...dead.� She gently removed her satin soft hand from my breast and stood up. �Would you like some wine?� she said. �I prescribe it.� She wore a full-length navy-blue felted-cloth bathrobe and smelled as if she�d just left a bubble bath. As she poured two wine glasses full from a crystal decanter, I surprised myself by being turned on by the sight of her beautiful ass flexing under that bathrobe. I lay on the floor in front of the fireplace. The heat felt wonderful on my face. She sat tailor fashion to one side of me, so she wouldn�t block my heat from the fire. She handed me a glass of wine. �Here�s to a long, sensuous life,� she said, raising her glass in a toast. �I�ll drink to that,� I said and sipped the wine. It was delicious. �Would you like to get dressed?� she said. �Yes, and could I ask why I�m naked?� �Your clothes were packed with snow that would have melted and left you sopping wet. I had to remove them, and then I vigorously rubbed you down to revive your circulation. You were in a bad way. I have some clothes your size, if you�d like to try them on.� �Would you mind?� �Come on,� she said, before leading me into a palatial bedroom and to a long closet with four sliding doors. �Pick anything you like?� she said. �Anything?� �Help yourself.� At that moment, I realized I must be bi-sexual. I wanted to make love to her. She had saved my life. She ate me up with her eyes. No man had ever looked at me like she did -- even you. I chose a filmy negligee. She received my message right away. She inched to me, closer and closer, testing me, until our lips touched. Unlike a man, she was in no hurry. She wanted to savor our first time, and so did I. Gradually, our open-mouth-kissing increased in passion until it became unbridled. She withdrew from our kissing to lift the straps of the negligee off my shoulders and let it fall to the thick carpet. She slipped slowly down my body to her knees, licking everything in turn -- my throat, breasts, navel, the insides of my thighs, and finally my pussy. While she slid her tongue around my clit in random patterns, she inserted one finger of her right hand about four inches into my cunt and made a beckoning motion with the tip of her finger. She rubbed my ass hole with the index finger of her left hand. As I became increasingly excited, she used two fingers in my cunt and slowly inserted her left finger up to the knuckle into my ass. I could hear her groans as I began bucking, grunting, moaning, and coaching her on, begging for more, and telling her how good it felt. My knees finally began to shake and weaken. She set me gently down on the carpet without interrupting one element of her lovemaking. She sensed my approaching climax and nursed me off. For the first time in my life, I ejaculated a thick stream of colorless, watery fluid. It splashed on her face and ran down her chest between her teats. Overwhelmed, she fell down on her stomach with her right hand underneath her and began frantically masturbating. At that moment, I wanted more than anything to make her orgasm the best she�d ever had. I lay down behind her, between her legs, and stuck my tongue as far up her ass hole as I could. She screamed with pleasure. �I love you,� she yelled. After which, she hunched up, and squirted a puddle of female cum onto the carpet. That was it. You can�t come away from something like that without being affected. Come to find out she was a doctor, a pathologist. That night, while a blizzard roared outside, she introduced me to a completely new bi-sexual world, and I love it.