Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Fucking Snow.

I’ve masturbated naked outdoors in the snow before now, many times, in fact. I’ve peed in the snow too, again for sexual purposes. 

But now our new pool, hot tub and sauna are finished (no more opportunities to flash the builder’s son…boo!) I had another reason for stepping outside in nothing more than a bathrobe and shoes. 

Oh, but I love that crunch of fresh snow. Even though the route to the pool has been trampled by lorries and builders’ feet, the new fall of snow gave it that crispness I love so much. 

I brushed the snow from the hot tub cover and removed it….we are going to have to do something about that cover…it’s fucking heavy and I nearly dropped it on my foot. The steam rose immediately and I knew what I wanted to do. Remember those monkeys in Japan? They find pools of naturally hot water and immerse themselves up to their necks. 

I stood up, took my robe off and hung it up. For a few seconds, I stood there totally naked, hoping, wishing someone would see me. There’s not much chance actually. Not unless someone comes walking up the driveway. I climbed the step and stepped into the hot water. The contrast between the parts of me that weren’t in the water and the parts that were was shocking. Although the water was warm, verging on hot, it felt like it was boiling. Meanwhile, the icy air nipped at my tits, and tummy, and the growing wetness between my legs. 

Slowly, oh, so slowly I lowered myself, and soon I was warm again, without the contrast, the water didn’t feel so bitingly hot. Time to play with the jets. I suppose there must be some girls who have used a hot tub or jacuzzi and not had a cheeky orgasm, but if there are, I haven’t met them. These devices were designed to get a girl off. Swimming pool filtration jets will do it too, but they aren’t adjustable and you have to find that perfect spot where the water column vibrates your clit and doesn’t pound it into nothingness. Doing that can look a bit obvious from the poolside. Oh, that’s not to say I haven’t done it or won’t do it again, it’s just a more..hmm…crude way of getting off. 

I know I am a bit weird sexually, but I love that feeling when a pressure of water goes inside me and fills my vagina. So I settled in what is now ‘my’ seat in the hot tub, twiddled the controls to get the pressure and pulse I like and spread my knees wide. Immediately I felt the water stimulating my clit and equally immediately Miss Brain woke up with “Hmm..that feels like the first time your sister licked you out.” The first time Alison licked me down there, I wouldn’t say it was delicate or refined, in fact she was a little coarse, even brutal with her tongue on my clit..and I loved it. 

With that mental image set, time for phase two. 

Leaning right back, and legs wide apart, I reach between my legs with both hands and held my labia wide apart. I willed myself to relax down there, to open and was rewarded by the sensation of warm water going inside me, and better still, it was pulsing….almost like being fucked…almost like being rapidly fingered, and almost like a tongue darting in and out. Pick any one, or some combination of all three. It’s all good. 

Head back, eyes closed and Miss Brain got up, put her coat on, and took me on a tour of Sexmass Past. Little images flitted into my mind, remembered sounds, recalled deeds. The first time Ali licked me, the first time I licked her. The added naughtiness that it was my sister. The first time a boy pushed his finger inside me, and how ‘grown up’ that made me feel in addition to the sexual stimulation. Oh, and the time I fucked a guy who had a really thin cock. Talk about ‘couldn’t touch the sides’…well..obviously he could, because God made us with a one-size-fits-all vagina, actually, thinking about it, he fucked me rapidly, just like the pulses of this divine jet. 

I find that when Miss Brain takes me on a sexual tour, I can’t cum until I lock onto one particular image, or one specific memory or fantasy. Meanwhile, I lay there, being aquafucked, as I call it, and feeling like a slut. God only knows how much of my lubrication was being caught in the filtration system. 9By the time Emily and I have finished, I expect the filters will be full of girl cum) 

I did get the increasing feeling that this time, this cum, a ‘romantic’ orgasm wasn’t on the cards. I would need something perverse. It’s strange how that happens. Sometimes I fantasise about being in love with Emily, and when I cum, the tears are pouring down my face. At other times, I need it perversely, savagely, disgustingly….well…disgusting to others, perhaps, not to me. 

Fuck, but that jet was doing the business. I was in precisely the right place for it to be affecting my engorged clit and aquafucking me at the same time. For a split second, I wondered if there was any way I could get it to bum fuck me. File that one for later. 

Miss brain continued her tour. The first time Alison peed her panties under my instruction and nearly fainted with erotic pleasure. The times I masturbated in public, and then Miss Brain popped into my head the time I heard my mum and dad talking about me in bed. “Do you think she masturbates yet?" Dad asked

“Oh definitely. Remember, I do the laundry at the moment. It’s obvious from the stains on her panties.”

Do you think she’s fucked yet?”

“Probably….why…look at you. Talking about Anna has got you hard again…and so quickly.”

“Well yeah…I guess…”

‘Can you imagine sliding this cock inside her tight cunt….and her arching her back underneath you…oh daddy…push it in deeper..”

Miss Brain then reminded me that he had obviously rolled on top of mum and she pretended she was me while he fucked her.

And then, the piece de resistance, that one time in the tennis court when it happened for real. 

In the hot water an orgasm grew between my legs and my whole world was centred there. Images drifted away on the ether, and all I knew was I was going to cum. It’s strange that in some cultures, they call orgasms ‘the little death’, and some sites show only a girls face as she reaches orgasm. It’s called beautiful agony. I felt my face screw up and my mouth open. I’m sucked in a lung full of icy air before expelling it in a series of groans and profanity. “Ohhh…..fuck….fuuuuuuuucccccckkkk…..fuuuck me.” 

The post-orgasmic afterglow goes one of two ways with me. Either it’s a lovely, warm, cuddly come down, or it’s a p,ateau while I rest before cumming again. 

This time, I realised that I needed another cum. I decided to explore that jet but see if I could direct it right at my bum. 

Oh, but it took some fiddling around. I wouldn’t say I was comfortable in the seat, nor that I got the jet exactly right. I know I had to turn it up full which made the water churn and froth, but eventually I got it to hit my bum hole. Holding my bum cheeks apart did the job. 

They call it rimming. When one person licks the other’s bum.  I’ve done it…I’ve had it done to me. I love both. Miss Brain took over again. She reminded me of one time with Emily. I was teasing her. I had made sure she was oiled up by giving her a massage before turning it sexual. She was lying on her back with her legs spread. I had started with my finger on the tip of her tail bone and was slowly…ooh…soooo slowly tracing down her bum crack en route to her dripping vagina. I had just got to her bum hole when, totally unexpectedly, she pushed down against my finger and the whole finger disappeared up her bum. She moaned with pleasure and I pushed even harder and wriggled my finger in there just about as fast as this jet was pummelling me. 

I remembered how wetness had poured from her cunt and how me leaning forward and kissing her clit made her cum.

But I also remembered how she had pulled me onto the bed and wormed her finger up my bum. It felt lovely…perverse…dirty…disgustingly lovely. A brief memory of a nun in sex Ed (I mean…of all the useless people to teach sex Ed.) telling us that “Sexual intercourse that is not by way of the vagina is the work of Satan himself.” With that sentence, she had taught us that there was more than one place we could be fucked, and if Satan was involved, chances were it would feel pretty good too. Thanks Sister! 

The memory of Emily bum fucking me with her finger did it, and I tripped over into another orgasm. 

When I opened my eyes, the sky was great and hung over…..another snowfall due, then? 

Getting out of the hot tub was a struggle. For a start it was fucking freezing. For another start, I had to struggle with the cover. There’s no way we’re going to have this. We had the option of a wooden summer house type thing being built over the tub. I don’t want that, because there will be times when we want to be out here in nature, not in a fucking shed. Still, the builder who made this did the new pool complex back home. He is inventive and I shall ask him to come up with something that is both indoors and outdoors. 

Walking back to the cottage, I had the delicious feeling that most girls will know of water running down my legs as my vagina emptied. Some girls hate this, some love it. Guess which I am? I paused just before going back into the house and did that vaginal squeeze thing that guys like so much. More water ran out of me, so just as well I did it outside. 

Once indoors the log fire beckoned and I dropped my robe to the floor and sat myself on it. I didn’t know if any water had gone up my bum. I didn’t think it had, and I wasn’t about to try and find out here. The fire soon dried me off completely, and I wandered upstairs to get dressed. A pair of Emily’s panties lay discarded on the floor, her vaginal stains clearly visible in the crotch. I picked them up, intending to flick them into the laundry but well, it seems a shame to waste them, so I held them to my face and inhaled. Instantly, my head was full of her pheromones, and without any conscious movement, I was on my back on the bed flicking my sex bean and sucking her off her panties. The ensuing orgasm was the biggest yet.

Now, a heads up. 

There are a few changes coming. 

For a start, I have to do something with my life, so I’m going to look to buy a business or two and see if I can develop it/them. I did well with my coffee bar chain, and I enjoyed the challenge. There are always opportunities to be a little naughty, either in actuality, or to collect a few images for masturbatory purposes. The main point is to make some money though…anything else is an added bonus. 

Also, we are getting a cook/cleaner, and better yet, it’s the daughter of our housekeeper back home. Elizabeth will come here Monday to Friday and clean and cook as required. It’s not a ‘live in’ role, but she will have her own room here if she wants it. As I said earlier, it can snow like a bitch here, so there’s a chance she might need to stay over. 

Lastly, I’ve decided I’m going to take a remote learning degree. I’m not sure what in year, and it won’t start until September, but I’ve got a decent brain (and at times a very naughty one) so I might as well dip a toe in academia.