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Free Hardcore Sex Stories - Ice Sculpting
The only thing good that ever happens in this small town is our annual winter fair. It’s pretty small and takes place out on the lake. Yes, out on the lake. There are things to do and see, tents to buy things in, and a polar bear contest to see who can stay in a hole cut in the ice in the middle of the lake for the longest time. The one thing I like a lot is the ice-sculpting contest. They can carve anything into ice. It’s the coolest thing. This year, I got to try my hand at ice sculpting.
I love to walk around after the crowds go to home so I can see the different ice sculptures without fighting the crowd. The sky was dark but the night was lit up by the snow and ice. The ice sculptures glistened. There were horses, clocks, dragons, dogs, and castles carved out of ice. There were all kinds of them. The one I liked the most was the dragon. It was just totally cool and had me captured by its beauty and feel.
I was surprised to find the sculptor of the dragon piece standing nearby. He’s a guy that lives not all that far from me. We went to school together but never hung out or anything. I always had my eye on him in High School but didn’t think he ever noticed me.
“Wow! That is one awesome looking dragon,” I told Chris.
“Thanks a lot. It did turn out pretty good. Don’t I know you?” He asked. Well, at least he knew that he saw me before.
“We went to school together,” I said. “You were in my Science class but I sat in the back.” And stared at you the whole year, I thought.
“I knew I saw you before. You were always pretty quiet, right?”
Okay, I admit it. When Chris was around, I was absolutely speechless. He was just so gorgeous even back then, and in the last ten years, he had only gotten better looking. Now he had slightly graying temples, which made him look very distinguished. He was tall and handsome, and I just loved to watch him.
“Yeah, I guess so, until you get to know me, and then I never shut up.”
“I guess I should have just gotten to know you better then,” he said, with a wink.
“There’s still time,” I said. No more would I be the quiet little girl in the back of the room wishing he would be with me.
“Well, maybe we will have to work on that,” he said, with that same wink.
“How long did it take you to learn how to do this? Is it hard?” I said, changing the subject, for now.
“It’s work, takes time to master. Not hard to start. Never done it?”
“No, I haven’t, but I’m so interested that I would love to try.”
“Come here and let me show you,” he said.
“Oh, no, I couldn’t do that. I might ruin something.”
“You can’t ruin a piece of ice. There are a lot more, I assure you.” He was so gorgeous, so sexy. Just being near him brought feelings to my loins that I hadn’t felt in quite awhile. I followed him to the block of ice, and we stood for a moment just looking at it. “Close your eyes. What do you see?”
I closed my eyes and all I could see was his face but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “A sailboat,” I said, making up the first thing that came into my mind.
“Now carve that sailboat.”
“Help me,” I said, wanting him to be closer to me. He picked up the chainsaw, came around to the back of me, reached around to give it to me and started it up. Together, we started to carve this sailboat that I said I saw. It wasn’t as easy as they made it look to hold such a heavy tool and make it do what I wanted it to do. After awhile, it actually started to look like a boat. I don’t know if it had a sail but the boat was there. Even though I felt totally warm in his arms, I began to shiver inside. It was his electricity, not the cold.
“Are you cold?” He asked. “You are shivering.”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Then why are you shivering?” He turned the saw off, and I turned to look at him. “It’s not the cold, is it? It’s me being near you.”
“Very perceptive,” I said. Without another thought, Chris took me into his arms and kissed me hard on the lips. It was passionate and exciting. Even in the cold on the ice, we began to let our hands wander in haste and desperation. He lifted my shirt up and reached inside, playing with my breasts, pinching my nipples. We grappled for each other’s buttons and zippers, trying to get our clothing off. It was as if the cold didn’t matter anymore. He took our coats and laid them on the ground for us to lay on.
His body was so muscular, so perfect. His skin was so soft and beautiful. I ran my hands over every inch of it. He touched my breasts, my stomach, and my ribs. He nibbled on my ear and neck, and then kissed me passionately. His hands were so hot that they nearly burned my skin. I moaned as his hands wandered all the way down my body. My legs spread so that I was available and open for him. He was so good. It was like he could read my mind and knew what I wanted and needed. I didn’t have to say a word. He just knew. Then his tongue followed his fingers on their way down. He slowly took his time to touch and lick every inch of me: my breasts, ribs, stomach, hips, thighs, and pussy. I didn’t want him to stop. I looked down to see an evil grin on his face as he took a piece of small ice and put it to my pussy and slipped it inside. It made me shake but it felt so good. My clit was harder than ever. After a moment, he pressed his face against my pussy, letting his tongue dive inside. It squirmed over my clit. It darted in and out of me. I had never been eaten with such expertise. Within minutes, I was.
“Please take me, Chris. I ache to have you inside,” I said. I couldn’t help myself. I needed him.
He crawled up on top of me, and put my feet on his shoulders. He slipped inside of me and started to slam me hard. There was no hesitation with the act at all. He needed me like I did him.
“Fuck me as hard as you can,” I said, breathing hard. I had not had a man inside me in quite sometime and I wanted him. “Take me.” There on the ice in the cold, we fucked like rabbits. It felt so good.
“Cum, babe,” Chris said, as his own body shook in orgasm and happy moans escaped his lips. I came with him, our juices mixing together until we collapsed in each other’s arms. I kissed him softly, letting my fingers drift up over his body to cool him.
I was not cold at all even though it was freezing out. Sweat seemed to still pour from my brow.
“Feels so good,” I said, shaking and moaning.
He kissed me, covering me with his warmth.
“I say we get dressed and go back to my place,” I said. “We can do this again.”
“I like that idea,” he said, with a smile.
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