CUCKOLD/ MONSTER EROTICA/ HUMOR

A Nympho & Her Cuckold #5: The Abominable Snowman

My wife moaned around the snow monster’s cock, and I could tell she wasn’t faking it. She liked this. I was admittedly a little turned on, too. She looked so small, sucking that big monster’s icy dick.

It was the dead of winter, and the weatherman was predicting a record breaking blizzard to descend upon us throughout the night. I pulled my beautiful wife close to me, putting my arm around her as we watched the news from the couch. Outside, it was already snowing quite hard, in agreement with all the nasty predictions.

My wife snuggled against me, which was rare, actually. I decided that I was going to make the most of this weekend. We’d be snowed in together. The roads would be closed, businesses shut down. It’d be like we were in our own little world. Of course, I loved going out and being social. I even loved watching my pretty wife express herself sexually with, well, whoever was available — but it would be nice to just have a quiet weekend for once. Just us.

“This weekend is going to be so boring!” Her voice cut into my reverie.

I kissed her on the cheek, trying to cheer her up. “I promise you it won’t be, darling. We’ll have a ball. We can make hot chocolate, watch movies, and maybe even go outside and build a snowman.”

At that last suggestion, her eyes lit up. I loved seeing her happy. “A snowman sounds like fun. I haven’t done that since I was a little girl.” She jumped up off the couch and went to the window, pressing her nose against the glass. She was wearing a pair of tight leggings that showed off her perfect ass, and I found myself licking my lips. This weekend, she was all mine.

I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, pressing my cock against her perky butt. She gave me a look over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. I gave her a smile and a shrug. I couldn’t be blamed for trying.

She ignored me this time, but I knew she wouldn’t be able to last an entire weekend without a fucking. For once, I’d be the only one around to do it. I’d wait her out if I had to. It wouldn’t be long before her nymphomania kicked in and she was begging for cock. Me and my little pecker were ready for it.

“Let’s go make a snowman right now!” She exclaimed, turning from the window and brushing past me. “It’ll be fun to see the snow coming down under the starlit sky, don’t you think?”

“Sure,” I agreed. I’d had other ideas, but if she went outside and got good and cold, it’d be the perfect opportunity for me to warm her up once we came back inside.

So, we both got bundled up and trudged outside into the back yard. Already, several inches of snow had accumulated on the ground.

“Come on, help me get a snowman started!” She squealed. She was already rolling a ball of snow into the base layer. Once we had the body and head built, she snickered and grabbed another handful of snow, molding it in her hands and sculpting it to our snowman’s body. It wasn’t until she stepped back that I realized she’d given our frosty friend a nice, manly set of balls.

I burst into laughter. Spotting a nice sized icicle that had formed on the overhang, I snapped it off. Playing along with her joke, I commented, “Now, you can’t give a snowman balls if he has no cock! This will do nicely, don’t you think?”

She had already given him some eyes and a mouth using rocks, and some stick arms. I stuck the ice cock right above his balls and stepped back to admire our work. “He looks like quite a nice fellow now, doesn’t he?”

We both began to giggle, and soon we were overtaken until we could barely stand up straight from laughing so hard.

“What’s so funny?” a booming voice cut through the snowy darkness.

Startled, we both turned around. Where our cute, silly snowman had stood, now stood a menacing snow monster.

It was about ten feet tall, with a mouth full of glistening teeth. Between its legs hung a set of heavy balls, and a thick, ridged cock made of ice.

My wife’s mouth dropped open in shock. I rubbed my eyes, certain I couldn’t trust what I was seeing.

“It’s the abominable snowman!” She shrieked.

The hideous monster picked us both up by the backs of our jackets and brought us close to its mouth.

My wife screamed. “Don’t eat us!” She kicked her legs violently. I flailed my skinny arms, trying to make it look like I was fighting for her. We all knew that would never work, but I had to do something.

“And what will you do for me if I spare your life?” the snow creature bellowed, bringing his beady eyes close to her face. He studied her a moment, as if noticing how beautiful she was for the first time. He looked at her like all men do — with lust.

“I- I’ll suck your cock! I’ll let you fuck me!” my wife said, using her most seductive voice. The one that sends men into a frenzy.

At that, the snow monster dropped me. I landed hard in the snow.

“Fine. You have a deal.” The monster placed my wife down gently, petting her head.

She met my eyes, and smiled as she dropped to her knees and began playing with the monster’s giant crystalline cock. She took her gloves off and used both hands.

“It’s warm!” She exclaimed with delight. “How is that even possible?”

An innocent snowman had transformed into a horny snow monster before our eyes, and my wife was asking how it was possible that his cock was warm.

Not that it wasn’t a valid question. It was certainly surprising.

I watched as she placed her lips around his monstrous popsicle, sucking him off like a pro. The monster moaned as she deep throated him, playing with his balls. He loomed over her, holding her head in his massive hands and thrusting his hips to sink his cock into her warm, wet mouth.

My wife moaned around the monster’s cock, and I could tell she wasn’t faking it. She liked this. I was admittedly a little turned on, too. She looked so small, sucking that big monster’s dick.

“Do you want to fuck me?” She asked, still giving him a hand job. “Do you want to fuck me with this nice hard cock while my shivering husband over there watches you?”

“Yes!” the abominable snowman bellowed. “Give me your tiny human pussy now! I want to ruin it for your husband forever!”

What? I wanted to protest, but then I remembered he would definitely eat us both if he didn’t get to fuck her, so I kept my mouth shut.

My wife started to strip, first taking off her jacket and sweater, snow landing on her big tits with her rock hard nipples. “You’ll have to keep me nice and warm, won’t you?” she said to the monster and she pulled her pants down, swaying her hips enticingly.

The monster’s eyes dilated at the sight of her naked body, and his cock started dripping…sleet? What was that stuff? Hell if I knew.

The monster seized my wife’s waist and picked her up so she was facing him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he gripped her ass, spreading her pussy wide open as he guided his cock into her. He locked his beady, black eyes with me as he bounced my wife on his dick.

“Fuck me, snow daddy!” my wife cried, as her tits bounced in his face. “Yeah, that’s so good!”

My wife moaned as the monster fucked her, clearly enjoying herself. I looked on in amazement, my cock throbbing in my pants at the sight. My wife looked so tiny and primal, being fucked in the falling snow by this creature of winter. It was kind of magical.

My wife came hard, her back arched. I’d know her orgasm sounds anywhere. The snow monster held her quaking body down on his cock as she came all over it.

“Come in me baby, I want to feel your frozen seed deep inside me!” She encouraged him.

“It’s too much for you, honey,” the monster replied, almost tenderly.

Then he growled ferociously, like a wild, vicious thing. He pulled out of my wife and let her down into the snow just in time. The abominable snowman’s ice cock began pumping out a thick, wintry mix of splooge that splattered over the entire lawn and patio. A nice load of it hit me in the face. It was freezing and it stung.

It seemed to just keep coming and coming. When it finally stopped, the monster let out a satisfied grunt, then shrunk back to size. His eyes once again became rocks, his arms became sticks. He was a snowman again. But now, his cock and balls were gone.

My wife had put her coat back on. “Well, I guess that’s what happens when you put an ice cock on a snowman.” She headed toward the house, shaking her head. “And here I really thought I was going to have to fuck you this weekend! That was close!”

I sighed, following her inside. I slipped on the frozen mess the abominable snowman had made as I tried to get up the steps. My wife just laughed.

It’s a good thing my wife is a slut, or I would’ve been eaten that night.

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