Snow Play

The snow is thick here now. It’s deep enough so that we can see it against the bottom window panes of the patio doors. Behind us is a log fire and the room is filled with the scent of pine cones. The low oak beams of the ceiling are pitch black, and the whole cottage feels calm, settled. 

Emily and I are naked. We are oblivious of your presence and only have eyes for one another. We have been kissing like this for half an hour, slowly removing clothes until we are as you see us now. The scent of the room is subtly different now as our sexual musk mixes with the pine. 

Emily’s right hand moves down the side of my body and across, then further down. She is going to finger me, so I shuffle my feet apart a little to give her better access. Some girls like clitoral stimulation before being fingered, and sometimes, I do too, but then I also get off on someone just slipping a finger or two inside me. Emily does this so well. She tantalisingly just skims my clit but then without pause or hesitation she sinks two fingers deep into my hole and curls them forward against my g-spot. 

God certainly has a sense of humour. He placed a girl’s g-spot immediately behind her bladder, and in my case, it’s a full one. Instinctively, I pull back a little and Emily immediately knows why. Her left arm flies around my waist and she pulls me close. The internal pressure eases a little as she uses her fingertips to assess just how full I am, and then keeps me balanced right on that pleasure/pain/discomfort point. 

But I am not without my evil side. I know Emily is acutely sensitive to cold. It makes her nipples harden instantaneously and exquisitely painfully. Which is why I reach over to the door latch and open the French Doors. Outside, there is not a breath of air, and, if anything, now it has snowed, it feels much milder than the previous four or five days. Time for revenge. 

I hold her tight with both my arms and pull her outside onto the patio. She gasps in pleasure/pain as the colder air nips at her body. I look down and see her nipples and the puckered flesh around them and I know I have achieved my purpose. 

Her thumb. Her perfect, exquisite thumb. Still with two fingers up me, her thumb has found my clit, but she isn’t moving it much. Instead, she has resumed her fingering of my g spot. Now the cold air works against me and I find I am holding back. She kisses me. My lips, my cheek, my neck, up to my ear. “Don’t hold back…cum on my fingers….do it. Do it while we are being watched.” 

I feel a wave of vulnerability sweep over me. I feel innocent…virginal…as though this was the first time another girl has made me cum. I lay my head on her shoulder. “Oh, Emily….” No more words are needed, and none are possible. Her fingers inside me are pounding and her thumb, somehow, is barely moving…but it’s moving enough. Emily whispers, “God, I love you so much.” 

I cum. Hard. I bear down on her fingers and tilt my pelvis forward to get her in deeper. Then it happens. I pee. Freely, and easily. The pee leaving my body accentuates the orgasm. It splatters down over her hand, and onto both of our legs before staining the snow yellow. The orgasm is tremendous, as if wrought from my very soul. 

We cling to one another, oblivious to the cold. When I recover, I turn Emily around so I’m holding her from behind. Over her shoulder, I see you looking at us. I hope you’ve enjoyed what you’ve seen so far, but the show is not yet over. Slowly, I walk forward until we are back inside. It’s a simple matter to pull the doors shut without letting go of her. 

Now I am in control. I whisper into her ear. “Watch him. See him looking at us? Can you see how hard he is? He’d love to fuck us both…hard….furiously.” My hand moves over the flat of her tummy to her cunt. My middle finger begins its dance with her clit. I know what she is thinking however….it’s something she has role played with me a number of times now. “See his pants? What if we asked him to unzip and wank in front of us?” I slip two fingers up myself. I’m pouring cunt juices….and yes, I mean pouring. My fingers are slick in an instant. 

“What if he takes his cock and pushes it up you…..here.” Oh no, dear reader, I don’t finger her cunt from behind. Oh no. Instead, I insert one finger up her bum. Emily gasps. “There. He’s up your bum….fucking you….” I pretend that I’m about to push the second finger up her tight hole, but in reality, I’d need much more lube for that. 

The feeling of the threat of the second finger is sufficient. With a single, “Ohhhh” Emily starts to cum. Her knees bend and almost give way. I have to move my hand from her clit to hold her up.

I wonder…..would you mind finishing her off with you tongue?