Chris Komodo - Getting warmer

It was darned cold outside, snow falling, with a windchill. We quickly got to work in the fading light. Terri had brought along a saw and an empty, oblong-shaped plastic container, along with some blankets and other supplies. The saw was to cut up the snow, the container to press down into the chopped-out snow and then lift up and pop out brick-shaped blocks, like a cookie dough moulder.

“This snow is just right for forming and building,” Terri enthused. “Not so dry that it’s powdery and falls apart, and not so wet that it’s all slushy and won’t hold together.”

I bobbed my head in understanding, my teeth chattering like castanets.

I broke up the snow with the saw, Terri blocked it up and out with the container. We soon had enough white bricks to start building our shelter. The work warmed me up and fired up Terri even more. She hugged me, pressing her cheek against mine and whispering in my ear, “We’ll have our own little snow-house on the prairies.”

We cleared out a patch of snow and flattened it down with our feet — laying the foundation. Then we started laying snow-bricks, building up the convex-shaped walls. We melted snow in our bare hands to provide some liquid mortar to fill in the chinks in the bricks, bind them together.

The roof was the final piece. It was supposed to be smooth and rounded, like a dome. But it ended up sort of bumpy and egg-shaped. Thankfully, though, it finally held together, after two partial cave-ins.

Long story short, we ended up with a kind of igloo and hunkered down for the night. Snow was still falling outside, the temperature falling still more. The candles Terri lit provided a little warmth in the cramped space, our ‘authentic’ fake fur a little more. But once the heat of exertion had left our bodies, we really started to cool down. So that round about midnight, when the drip at the tip of my nose started to freeze, Terri suggested that we huddle even closer together, use our body heat to beat the chill.

“And we have to do it naked,” she insisted. “Just like the real indigenous people used to do. You get the most benefit that way, anyway.”

I was doubtful again. But when the girl stood up, hunched over, and shed her faux-fur duds, got naked as a newborn seal pup, there was little I could do but follow suit — birthday suit. I self-consciously stripped, and we kind of huddled together under some blankets, Terri wrapping her arms around me.

My face and body began to glow, feeling the heat, all right. Terri made it hotter, saying, “Here, let me lie down on top of you. That’s the best way.”

I stretched out on my back on the blankets. Terri looked down at my curvy, big-breasted body, the dark pubes dotting my pussy, which I was awkwardly trying to cover up with my legs. Then she flopped down on top of me, girl on girl.

Our heated boobs squeezed together, her hard ochre nipples poking into my licorice ones, making them buzz. Our pussies touched, my clit tingling with the contact. We were joined chest to toes. Terri joined our faces by rubbing her nose against mine.

“Just like the Eskimos,” she breathed in my face, her full lips a millimetre away from my plush mouth. “Feeling any warmer?”

I nodded, rubbing nose back, ablaze with the intimate body heat.

“You loook hot,” Terri murmured. Then closed that tiny gap between our open mouths, pressing her lips against mine.

I shivered, with delight, wrapping my arms around the girl so that she moaned into my mouth. She grabbed onto my head and kissed me harder, wetter, with some tongue. We were building a bonfire, Terri and I clutching each other tight, slapping our moist, neon-pink tongues together.

I slid my suddenly sweaty hands down Terri’s delicately curved back under the blankets, onto the twin swells of her butt cheeks. She breathed harder in my face, twining her tongue around mine, as I sunk my sharp fingernails into the curved, drum-tight flesh of her buttocks.

Terri started seriously rubbing against me, moving her body up and down on mine so that our nipples tweaked and our clits tripped. I moaned, gripping the girl’s bum, the snow melting beneath us. And when she grasped my lit-up boobs and licked my flared nipples, I thought the roof of the igloo would start raining.

“Yeah!” I groaned, Terri tonguing my nips up achingly high and hard.

Her sweet lips sealed around a vibrating bud, sensuously sucked on it. I dug my fingers into her crack and almost tore her darling bum apart. She nursed on my other nipple, kneading my overheated chocolate mounds were her hot little hands.

I shivered from tip to toe, not with cold anymore, but with delight. The girl pushed my tits together and flayed her tongue over both nipples at once. Then she tried to suck the pair right into her mouth at the same time. She only partially succeeded, but her erotic efforts met with rousing success from my body.

“I want to suck on your tits,” I gasped.

Terri looked up from my spit-slathered boobs, grinning. “Thought you’d never ask. The indigenous people are known for sharing — everything.”

The girl squirmed up higher on top of me, planting her hands on either side of my head, her boobs sticking out into my face. I reached up and grabbed onto the pert pair, squeezed.

“Oh, yes, Julie!” she groaned. “Suck on my breasts!”

Her arms quivered, her breasts surging with heat in my damp, grasping hands, nipples stiffening deliciously before my very eyes. I kneaded her tits, worked my fingers up onto her nipples and rolled them, making her whole body quake. Then I raised my head up a bit and stuck out my tongue and tickled the tips of her boobs with the tip of my licker.

She spasmed with joy. Her nipples jutted out at least half-an-inch, rubbery to the taste and touch, burnt-sugar bon-bons, her darker areolas silver dollar-sized and pebbly. I swirled my tongue all around one of her blossomed buds, the other. Then I sucked one into my mouth and pulled on it, chewed on it, spitting it out to do the same to Terri’s other ripe nipple.

“Oh, Julie! That feels so good!” the trembling girl wailed.

It did feel so good — her boobs in my hands, nipples in my mouth. I worked, fed on her mounds, squeezing, pinching, sucking, licking. I vacced a bud into my mouth and bit into it, sending Terri into fresh paroxysms of pleasure. I mashed her breasts together and flogged the pair of nipples like she’d done to me, with the same splendid results.

“My pussy! Can you eat out my pussy, Julie!?”

My paws froze on her boobs. The temperature inside our snow-hut skyrocketed another hundred degrees.

Terri didn’t wait for an answer to her awesomely provocative question. She lifted her tits out of my hands and shifted around under the blankets, so that I wasn’t facing her boobs anymore, I was facing her pussy.

She straddled my head with her thighs, her knees sinking into the mushy snow beneath the blankets. I felt her hands grasp my quivering thighs, heard her slide the blankets off her head and felt the cool air bathe my feet and legs, Terri’s hot breath steam against my bare pussy.

I stared up into the girl’s shaven slit. Her plump little brown pussy lips glistened with moisture. I was mesmerized, the spicy scent of the woman filling my dizzy head like her sex was filling my unblinking eyes.

Then I was jolted wickedly aware again, when Terri suddenly took a long, hard, wet slurp on my slit. “Ohmigod!” I shrieked, shocked with sensation.

She licked me again, and again and again, stroking my dark flaps with her tongue, setting my loins on fire. I could feel every bud of her tongue, as they dragged over my super-sensitive lower lips, velvet sandpapering my slit. I gasped into her pussy, and she splatted it right down onto my mouth.