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Decemberbride

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Subject: {ASSM} {GALAGO} December Bride (Shon Richards) (M/F, Rom)

From: LordShon@aol.com

Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1999 06:10:00 -0500



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This story contains sex. This story is also mine, though permission is

given to archive it, intact with this heading, as long as you don't make

money from it. The author is on his bad knees, begging for a comment on

this story at lordshon@aol.com

December Bride, By Shon Richards



People thought Sally was insane for many reasons. Her coworkers at the

Museum thought she was insane for not using any of her vacation days until

the first heavy snowfall of the winter. Her secret admirer thought she was

crazy for never dating, especially since she was hitting 40 and her beauty

couldn't last forever. The guys at the hardware store thought she was

insane because they never before had known a woman who had bought as many

chainsaws as Sally had. It really disturbed them when Sally would only

smile when they asked what she needed them for. The construction company

thought she was crazy for building a garage that opened into the backyard,

and not her driveway. Sally's mother thought Sally was insane, but that's

because she had had her daughter committed to an institution at the age of

18, so you can understand her mother's opinion. Sally's neighbors thought

she was insane for owning a ten-foot high privacy fence around her yard,

when they knew for a fact that she let her grass grow or die, with no help

from her.

"She doesn't even sunbathe, even with clothes on!" complained the

neighbor's son.

The fact that chainsaws could be heard in the middle of the night from

Sally's house didn't help her reputation. If Sally had owned a cat, she

might have earned the reputation of being a witch, just out of people's

desperation to explain her eccentricity. If Sally had brought anyone

home-- women, men, animals-- then people would have just thought she was

kinky. The truth of the matter was that if people REALLY had known Sally's

secret, then her mother wouldn't have felt guilty every Thanksgiving when

her daughter snubbed her again.

It was the morning after the first heavy snowfall, and Sally was up

about three hours early. She was too excited to sleep, and previous

experience had taught her that she wouldn't be able to sleep much more

anyway. She prepared a cup of hot chocolate to clear her head and to warm

her for today's big event. Sally took out the special clothes that she had

set aside for this day, and gave them a minute inspection. When she was

satisfied with her clothes, Sally gave the same inspection to her body. It

was a typical morning for a woman who was renewing her marriage vows today.

Sally's body held up to her demanding standards, just barely. She

couldn't help the wrinkles that were appearing on her face, but her high

cheekbones and bright blue eyes distracted a viewer significantly enough

for Sally's tastes. Her blonde hair was styled very short, because she

found long hair on her wedding days was more of a nuisance than it was a

beauty enhancer. Just because she was approaching 40 was no reason for her

not to have a tight stomach, as a vigorous self-imposed workout proved.

Sally was especially proud of her legs; they rippled with muscles whenever

she moved. Her legs required exercise to maintain their form, while her

arms and back were naturally fit from the long nights with her chainsaws.

When Sally was satisfied about her body enough to quell her racing

heart, she donned her sweatpants, two pairs of socks, fuzzy red sweater,

gloves and her warmest jacket. Her wedding veil consisted of a red hood,

pulled tightly around her face. She had worn the same outfit for nearly

twenty years, replacing individual pieces as they became worn. It was a

certain secret fear she had that made her keep this outfit. Like a child

trying to repeat a magical event that they did not understand, Sally wore

the same clothes just in case they were some inexplicable part of the

ceremony.

Why take chances on your wedding day?

Sally's garage opened into the backyard for a reason-- it's much easier

to wheel a hundred-pound block of ice outside when you don't have to go

through a door. Considering that Sally spent all year carving, forming,

repairing and chainsawing this block of ice, the last thing she needed was

a difficult path for her final creation. Only in the garage could she have

the privacy and constant cold air to work on her ice. A self-taught ice

sculptor, Sally developed her craft during the long summers and lonely

nights.

The block was another masterpiece; the kind of perfection that can only

be built by one lover for another. Standing six feet tall, it was a

defined outline of a man's shape. It's legs were strong and wide,

straddling the ground like a frozen Colossus. The arms were held to the

side, every cleft and bulge painstakingly carved and detailed. Hands that

could never curl into fists were formed by careful sculpting with a chisel;

fingernails had even been added. Shoulders, proud and powerful as a

knight's, were the most recent improvements, flawless from the fresh water

Sally added last night. A phallus hung between it's legs, an undeniable

statement on the gender of the sculpture.

The head was the only part that was featureless. Simply round on a

defined neck, Sally lacked the courage to do the face with her skills.

There were no eyes, no nose, and no attempt at a mouth. Maybe one day,

when Sally was absolutely sure she could do it perfectly, Sally would do

the face, but not this winter.

Once the ice sculpture was outside, the true work began. In the

darkness of the dawn and in the privacy of Sally's fortified yard, she made

use of her artist's talents. The winter's first snow became her medium

now. Nimble fingers wrapped in leather gloves picked the best snow, forming

and packing it with care. Only when the snow was pure and worthy to Sally,

did she stick it to her ice sculpture. Using skills that she had possessed

since she was a child, Sally dressed her sculpture with snow. She

obliterated her fine details with the snow she layered on, but she knew

that true craftsmanship always shows through in the end.

Clothed in the snow, Sally's sculpture was ready for the final

additions. She dragged out a treasured chest from her bedroom, bringing it

on the long journey outside. The chest was much larger and heavier than

needed, but Sally would have felt unfaithful if she used anything less.

The double locks and secret catch took her a moment to open, as she only

used it once a year. In time, the nervous Sally was able to open the

chest, and she retrieved the singular treasures inside.

A worn button went to where her sculpture's nose should be. Two small

pieces of coal, worn down over the years became the eyes. A corncob pipe

denoted where the mouth should be. A scarf that had been patched several

times was wrapped around it's neck. A handful of water that was last

year's snow, was poured over the sculpture's body.

Finally, came the old hat that Sally and her friends had found so many

years ago. The hat that Billy had tried to destroy when Sally wouldn't go

out with him. The hat that Karen begged and cried for Sally to give to

her. There must have be some sort of magic in this old hat they found,

because once Sally placed it on the sculpture's head, that was always when

her lover returned to her.

Ice cracked, and the breeze carried the sharpness of ozone. Shifting,

surging, and even boiling, the snow went through a myriad of states as it

sought to meld into the ice underneath. The button disappeared as the

shape of a nose made of ice took it's place. Twin pieces of coal grew

larger and warmer as pupils formed. The corncob pipe moved in the mouth of

one that was stretching a jaw long since unused. The arms reached out and

stretched, taking full measure of the power that was given it.

It only took a minute for the magic to happen, but Sally was already

crying. Some part of her always doubted her sanity; the part that

remembered the lies she had to believe in order to escape the asylum her

mother had placed her in. To see that she was right, to see the long hours

paid off in such beauty, it was almost too much for the December bride.

"Why are you crying, Sally?" her lover asked with his friendly voice

that was full of love. "Didn't I tell you I would be back some day?"

"Yes, Frosty, and you always keep your word," she cried as she hug him.

His arms held her as tightly as they ever did. There was so much Sally

wanted to tell him. As she basked in the love of his hug, she wanted to

let him know of all the difficulties she had encountered this year, all of

the funny stories that had occurred to her and all of the times when she

wanted desperately to somehow summon him early. All of the things she

wanted to share became less important as he held her in frozen arms that

died for her every winter. Right now, she had a more selfish need that she

wanted attended.

Pulling away from his hug, Sally took her lover by the hands and brought

him inside the garage. She wasn't concerned about him melting like he used

to years before. The solid block of ice that was his core would take hours

to melt in daylight. The two lovers had learned that as long as he covered

himself with fresh snow every couple of hours, he could maintain his shape

indefinitely. Both of them were grateful to have discovered this, it

reduced the chances of Sally catching frostbite every time they renewed

their vows. There was a reason why Sally had an air mattress fully

inflated on her garage floor.

His hands pulled free her hood while she unbuttoned her coat. Frosty's

hands removed her sweatshirt as she struggled with the removal of her

boots. They laughed as Sally nearly toppled over while they removed her

pants. Sally shivered as Frosty kneeled to remove her underwear, but it

was definitely the good kind of shivers.

Clad only in her bra and gloves at this point, and still standing, Sally

dug her gloved fingers into the soft snow of Frosty's head as his mouth

kissed her thighs. She always was amazed with how his lips could be so

cold, yet his breath be so warm. Here, and there, he kissed the inside of

her thighs while she stood before him. He left moisture on her skin with

every touch of his lips, leaving a cold trail on Sally's skin that she

didn't mind in the least.

Frosty's hands held her hips and firmly pulled her down to the floor.

Sally sat down, resting herself on the edge of the mattress. His hand came

up and held her cheek, and Sally rested her face in her loved one's hand.

To be touched by a loved one, after a year's absence, was heaven to Sally.

She snuggled into his hand, reaching out and taking his other hand and

placing it on her hip. The cold wasn't shocking her as much anymore, which

let her enjoy the warmth of his loving touch.

Sally felt him come closer, and she felt the heat of his kiss on her

neck. She tilted her head, and reached up to pull her hair back. He

immediately kissed further up her neck, nipping with his soft lips the skin

she presented to him. His body was pressing against her as she sat, and

she loved every touch she had of his body. While he kissed her ears and

her shoulders, Sally's hands moved back and forth over the slick snow that

covered his body. It was already hardening to ice, and Sally knew from

experience that this was due to her lover's arousal; his arousal for her.

Too anxious to be passive any longer, she rolled Frosty over to his

back. As he laughed deeply, she straddled his lap and ran her bare legs

down his side. The wet feeling that her bare legs felt while rubbing on

Frosty were minimal compared to the flood she felt between her legs. Sally

wanted him so bad, and in so many ways. She held herself up by grabbing

his shoulders, and she twisted her legs back and forth over his hardening

legs, her pelvis twisting sinfully on Frosty's lap.

Frosty reached for her bra, and Sally quickly removed it. She never

questioned his fascination with her breasts. Although he was made of snow,

he had too many other masculine qualities to doubt that he had very human

interests. She cried out when his cold lips sucked at her nipples. Even

his hot breath couldn't completely soothe the shock of having ice on her

aroused nipples. It turned her on so much, the way his mouth sucked so

strongly on her nipples. She felt like he was trying to draw something of

her into him, and as Sally straddled him and let him suck, she hoped that

he gained everything he wanted.

Her hips were moving lewdly at this point, and Sally felt it was time.

Reaching behind her, she gripped his phallus of ice. It pulsed in her

hand, a very bizarre experience to feel ice pulse. Her legs already

spread, Sally literally slid down Frosty's legs towards the joining of

their sexes. He entered her perfectly, the ice and her own arousal

lubricating the way. Frosty filled her completely, and Sally moaned freely

at yet another perfect fit. It paid to design your lover's phallus

yourself.

Frosty's hands shifted to her buttocks, pressing Sally harder to him.

Sally shifted her hands to his broad chest, giving her the support she

needed to thrust him inside of her. Their eyes remained locked on each

other, her blue to his black. The freezing chill of him inside her was

intense, yet the cold was a small sacrifice for making love to her husband.

Her sex contracted often, trying to avoid the unforgiving touch of the ice,

yet her sex also craved the friction that would cause her to warm up.

Sally had learned over the years that the only thing to do was to grind,

and grind hard. A year of hard exercise paid off, as it gave Sally the

endurance and the power it took for her to thrust over and over onto the

cold hard cock of her love.

The explosion came quick for the bride. In mid-thrust she paused, and

Frosty's hands forced her hips back down for one final impalement. Her

eyes closed and her mouth hung open as the sensations of ice were replaced

by a spreading warmth that radiated from her sex. She sat back slowly, her

body struggling to come out of her ecstasy and back into consciousness.

When she could open her eyes again, she saw her love studying her

intently.

"Sally, if it was possible, would you spend eternity with me?" her lover

foolishly asked.

"Eternity and a day," Sally answered, with the silly energy that the

recently sated sometimes have.

"Good," Frosty said softly, and he withdrew from her. Sally rolled

happily onto the mattress, waiting to see what her lover wanted to do now.

This was normal, on their first day together; they usually made love in

dozens of positions. When she was too exhausted, they would talk about how

her year had been. Now that she had been pleased first, Sally was eager to

please her love in whatever way he desired. Sally just wasn't expecting

him to stand before her, and motion for her to come to him.

Crawling over, it occurred to Sally that she had never sucked her lover

before. Frosty was always too eager to bury himself in her sex, often

stopping her from even kissing down there. Intrigued, she gave his cock a

lick, still kneeling before him. She was surprised to hear him moan, and

even more surprised when his hands went to her head and pulled her closer

to his cock. That was ok with Sally, Frosty was the only man she had ever

been with, and she had always been curious about this part of other

people's sex lives.

The phallus was still hot from their earlier love making when Sally

placed his cock in her mouth. As large as it was, Sally could only get so

much into her mouth, but the part she could get was causing Frosty to

shiver now. She was relieved to be doing it right, and it encouraged her

to move her mouth faster. The icy nature of his cock helped. It was easy

to run her lips along a naturally lubricated cock. Experimenting, Sally

tried running his cock through her lips sideways, like a flute. She tried

getting as much of him as she could, straight into her mouth. She even

tried holding his cock with her fist, and just flicking her tongue over his

tip. What she discovered, was that any permutation was enough to cause her

lover to clench her hair and groan.

In time, Sally simply placed her lips around the width of her lover's

cock and licked him. It was in this manner that she felt his phallus throb

rapidly as his groans reached deeper and deeper tones. Not for the first

time, Sally wondered where the semen came from, as Frosty never had

anything that looked like testicles. This was the first time she ever

tasted his semen, as the cold water splashed into her mouth. That's all it

tasted like to Sally-- cold water, without even a bit of ice. Her head

froze when he erupted, but her hand came up and stroked his hard phallus.

Sally masturbated Frosty's semen into her mouth, swallowing his offering as

he gave it to her.

Both now satisfied, and Sally experiencing an unfamiliar soreness to her

jaw, the happy couple decided to retire their lovemaking for now. Sally

made herself some hot chocolate while Frosty opened the first of the cold

beer that she bought for the winter. In the garage they stayed, and Sally

told her love about her job, her mother and of course, how lonely it had

been this year. This led her to ask a question she asked every year.

Sally asked what was it like where Frosty came from. Once again, her lover

surprised her by breaking tradition. This time he answered her.

"Oh it's a beautiful white land, Sally." he answered. "Jack Frost has

his castle there, and all across the land, not a single snow flake falls

without his knowledge. Frost Fairies play constantly, while the Ice

Dwarves build larger and larger icebergs to float on the Great Sea. At

night, you can hear the Snow Beast roar as it searches for it's mate, while

the Polar Birds fly across the night sky, their multicolor streaks

following behind them."

It sounds beautiful," Sally said. She then shrieked as her mug burned

her hand with a sudden heat. The cup dropped, and Sally jumped at the

sound of the porcelain cracking.

"What the hell?' she asked, more embarrassed than hurt. "It got too hot

to handle, like I was touching a burner."

Frosty rose and hugged her. For once, she didn't shiver, not even a

little. He wasn't cold to Sally at all.

"We'll never have to renew our vows again," Frosty said into her ear.

She knew how he did it, and she knew why he had never let her taste his

seed before. Sally hugged him tighter as happiness caused her to cry again

for the second time that day.



Sally's employers always knew Sally was eccentric about the winter, so

they didn't become concerned when she didn't return to work on time. When

her vacation had been over for a week, they contacted her mother, who

contacted the police. The neighbors were no help at all, although they did

wonder why the chainsaws had been quiet for nearly a month. They couldn't

even explain why an older woman like Sally would have made two snowmen in

the backyard.

The police were the only witnesses when an especially strong wind blew

the hat off of the snowman, and the red hood from the snowwoman. The wind

carried the head apparel into the sky, and the police, erroneously

believing the hats had nothing to do with their case, watched them as they

were swallowed up by the swirling flakes.

The end.

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