Celebrity Snow Bunny

by Jen Eastwood

  “And a random college student was your first choice?” I kept staring, half believing my lie about leaving Apoli that night. Driving would have been suicidal.

  Veronica smiled as I turned back around. “You were the only choice.”

  I had to know more. “I'm sure you've got friends you could have brought along.”

  “Agents and other models aren't good company. The men just try to get in your panties, and the women are the cattiest people around.”

  I had my goal of seeing those white panties hit the floor, but my head was swelling about five sizes at that point. “You're not what I expected by a long shot.”

  Veronica giggled and leaned closer. “You mean, you expected me to be a mega-bitch, right?”

  “Stuck up is what I was assuming,” I took the daring move of placing a hand on her calf, just above the top of her leg warmer, “but I'm glad I was wrong.”

  “You're not so bad yourself, Trent.” She put her hand on top of mine. My testicles felt ready to explode.

  I had forgotten about the mind control I'd put Veronica under. I tried to pull a flirtatious, “So let's sleep together to celebrate.” Whether she would have or not under normal circumstances, I'll never know.

  Veronica let her hand slip away and lied back, putting a leg on each side of the lounger to give me a good view. “Alright. Show me a good time.”

  My brain seized up like a hot motor with no oil until I remembered the hypnosis. It's time to one-up my dad next time he brags about mom being Homecoming Queen. I took a good look as I turned my body, almost puzzled as if celebrities did sex differently. Where to start was indeed the question.

  “Trent, what are you waiting for?”

  “Nothing. Nothing at all,” I said as I bent over and ran my hands over her thighs. Victoria Schmidt suddenly went from a girl I fantasized about at the newsstand, to the unexplored body I'd be surveying that night. And for the next half-month.

  My fingers worked up to the waist of her panties as I pulled myself even further. The perfume of her sex was intoxication defined. I had to resist pulling the cotton right down her legs before working her up a bit.

  Her stomach felt just as toned as I had remembered it looking in photos, her trademark navel piercing being the only imperfection on the plane flatter than Kansas. The soft give of Veronica's breasts jiggled her tank top, and I felt like I had just stepped past The Pearly Gates. But now it was time to start getting all that white off the angel underneath me.

  Veronica pulled up at the bottoms of my shirt and long johns. I let her finish their removal and I held myself up above her. I noticed the brown of her eyes fading to green at the edge of her iris.

  Resting my palms just above her shoulders, I leaned down and asked, “Do you pick up random guys like this very often?”

  She frowned and said, “Do you think I'm some kind of slut or something?”

  “For the next two weeks, you're the slut at my feet.”

  Veronica's smile came back. “And a dirty slut at that.”

  At that point, I knew my powers were a waste on college girls and random bar floozies. I could aim higher and wind up with, well, a swimsuit model wanting to fuck my brains out by the fire. I let myself down to put my weight on one elbow.

  Grabbing hold of one of those breasts dreams are made of, I asked, “How long has it been since anyone's been this lucky?”

  Veronica went ahead and blew my mind with the quick removal of her tank top. A nipple I had only imagined before graced the hand I quickly put back in place. She blew my mind when she answered, “Six months.”

  Oh god, the tightness. “Then let's make up for lost time.” I leaned down and pressed my lips into hers. Veronica was more than eager, wrapping her arms around my neck and moaning softly into my mouth.

  My hand slipped down to her panties on instinct. The mound of her pussy felt hot to the touch through the fabric. I pressed my fingers against her womanhood, bringing the volume of her moans up a bit. She was more than ready for me to dive right in.

  I moved my hand up and beneath the waistband. Not a hair to be felt, the smooth texture left by a full Brazilian driving the nerves of my fingertips into overdrive. I found my way to her slit and gave the place a good survey. Symmetrical and tiny as I liked it.

  Veronica broke her mouth away as I slipped my middle finger inside. She whimpered at her first penetration in half a year. I let it go deeper, feeling the intense wetness and heat.

  “You need it, bad, don't you?”

  Veronica bit her lower lip and tilted her head down before nodding her head. “Mm-hmm.”

  I drifted my index finger inside to join. She squirmed underneath me as I asked, “You like that?”

  A quick jolt from my thumb on her clit made her perk up. Veronica gripped the sides of the chaise, preferring to answer by arching her back. I was on the verge of losing my mind in a fantasy come to life.

  I dug my fingers in to the deepest point I could, rubbing her clit the whole way. I pulled myself up and placed her head and shoulders in my lap. Stroking her hair, I asked, “How about we worry more about doing this than skiing while we're here?”

  Veronica buried her face in my crotch and groaned out. I felt like a was scratching an itch for her that had been out of reach and getting worse in those months. The fire started to die down, so I knew I had to tease her a bit.

  My hand pulled out of her panties and I got up without explanation. The look of disappointment on Veronica's face was almost enough to melt me on the spot. “Why did you stop?”

  “Fire.” I knew how to play the denial game by this point. Bridgette became putty in my fingers any time I played that card, and Veronica was proving just as vulnerable.

  I tossed a few of the thicker logs on top and dusted my hands off. By the time I had turned around, her panties were in the floor. Veronica sat up and spread her legs, putting her palms down in front of the much-fantasized-about passage.

  I just couldn't take anymore denial. I let my body move like my cock was iron, her pussy an industrial magnet. I got close and pushed her shoulders down into the chaise and eased onto my knees. There it was, presented between her spread thighs like an open buffet.

  My finger slid back inside as I bent over for my first taste. Magnificent would have been an understatement. I rolled her clit with my tongue, feeling her body tense up with each lick.

  Veronica propped her thighs on my shoulders. I pulled her hips closer to me and set to pleasing her entire valley after pulling my finger out. Every bit burned and dripped with eagerness.

  Her voice floated through the open rafters above. My old trick of spelling my name or anything else that came to mind with my tongue pushed Veronica closer to the edge. By the time I was reciting silent song lyrics against her pussy, Veronica's moans almost sounded musical.

  One slow dip of my tongue down to her opening cracked her shell. Veronica pulled my hair, taking a few strands out by the roots. Before I could figure it out, her pussy shuddered. The force of her climax joined a rough-edged scream loud enough to scare me back a bit.

  Veronica's grip on my hair relaxed. I broke free and stood up, taking in the panting and exhausted dream girl below. I'm gonna be pissed if I wake up back home.

  She pulled out of her shivering lock and propped herself up by the elbows. “It's been a while since that's happened to me.”

  Slightly awkward was not the quality I expected out of Veronica. But when you're making a model come, judging her isn't anywhere near your priority list. I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down with my thermal bottoms as I said, “I've been wondering something.”

  Veronica seemed intrigued. “About what?”

  “You.” I bent down to peel off both pairs of socks. There's no dignity in a man fucking in socks.

  “What about me?”

  I pushed one knee into the lounger and nudged Veronica into lying back. The question still lingered in her face as I pulled on top of her. My dick begged to go inside, feeling th
e warmth of her pussy from just inches away.

  Veronica's face tilted, posing her question again. I replied by pushing myself forward, barely splitting her opening with my tip. I pushed in a bit and saw the pain in her eyes.

  “I was wondering if I might hurt you a little. Now I know.”

  She grabbed onto my hips and said through clenched teeth, “It's fine. Just be gentle for a minute.” Her hands pulled me closer. The tightness eased as I slipped further inside.

  I stopped midway in. Veronica's eyes were clasped shut, her cheeks blushing with pain and pleasure. I fully intended on loosening her back up over the coming days.

  “Keep going,” she pleaded.

  I pulled out. “It's too much.”

  “Trent, please.”

  My tip eased back in. The resistance of her walls gave a little as her expression eased up. I let my chest lie against her bountiful mounds and pushed deeper. Veronica pulled her legs up, letting my slide all the way in.

  I stopped, taking in the full wonder of the incredible luck the night had brought me. Veronica's eyes opened, her cherry red lips parted. This is a story I'll have to tell the grandsons about, assuming I ever have any and they're old enough. I know my brain would fry if my grandpa told me about a time he fucked Marilyn Monroe.

  Veronica grabbed on to my shoulders with both hands. “I think I'm fine now.”

  I eased back and drifted down again. The note of her moan changed. The wool of her leg warmers scratched against the back of my legs as I gave her a tentative thrust. She was ready, but not for what I planned on doing to her by the end of the night.

  An easy rocking motion in my hips set Veronica off. She whimpered into my ear with each movement. I couldn't help thinking this can't be fucking real the whole time. Nobody was going to believe me, and I had a hard time with it myself.

  Veronica snapped me back to reality. She opened those puffy lips and begged, “Faster.”

  Her voice picked up with my intensity. I tried to gauge how long I might last, but it was too early to tell. Her pussy got even wetter, letting me glide in and out her tiny passage with far less effort than before.

  She bit my earlobe and whispered, “It feels amazing.”

  “You sound like you want it even harder.” I kept thrusting, giving her a hard jolt for punctuation.

  Veronica looked me in the eyes as she gasped. Her hands ran down to my chest as enthusiasm came through her voice. “Just like that!”

  I kept going at her, pulling a chain of screams out of Veronica that could have bothered the dead. When her legs wrapped tight against mine, I knew she was entering the borderlands. I tore my cock from between her walls and said, “Get up.”

  She couldn't refuse, but Veronica didn't look excited about our fuck being cut short. “Is that all I get?” Her long legs stood beneath her as I let myself back down.

  I lied back, giving her the rough idea. “I can't let you come that early, now can I?”

  Veronica grinned and pulled herself over me. Those tits in my face, those tits in my face! Dear god! I took a mouthful, trying to take one of those famous cantaloupes all the way in.

  She caressed the side of my face and asked, “Did you wonder what the rest of them looked like?”

  I didn't bother separating my face from her cleavage. She already knew most men wanted to find out. I just happened to be so lucky.

  Veronica giggled when I took a playful bite. “Easy. These are insured for almost a million each.” I believed it. Not a single bit of them felt fake.

  I felt the utmost disappointment when Veronica leaned back. Boundless joy took its place as I felt her pussy swallow my cock whole. She closed her eyes and gasped, taking a second to feel her emptiness fill up again.

  She rocked her hips back and forth. The build-up for her climax stuck around through the break, letting her pick up not far behind where we had left off. My newest subject riding my dick, moaning the whole way, was a thing of pure beauty.

  Veronica lurched forward and propped herself up with her hands. Every millimeter of her pussy felt purpose-built for giving my shaft the maximum contact. It was having the desired effect on both of us.

  With a suddenness that could rival a massive heart attack, Veronica's orgasm bubbled up, threatening to send her into blind hysterics. I put my hands on her waist and bobbed her up and down. It only took seconds for her entire body to lock, sending her crashing into me in a squalling mess.

  I wrapped my arms around the small of her back and kept hammering away. She wailed into the cushion just beyond my shoulder. Within just a few thrusts, her pussy was already tightening, almost painfully against my swollen member.

  The friction between us came to a head when Veronica went limp and yelped, “Fuck!” I gave it a rest, feeling her pussy convulse around me. She breathed like she had just run a mile, straight up a mountain road.

  My hands circled around her ass as she got her wits about her. She kissed me on the neck and asked, “Can you make me do that again?”

  “Do you care if I join the second time?”

  Veronica pushed herself up enough to look me in the face. “Inside me? That's pretty bold for someone I just met.”

  “It's up to you.” It wasn't.

  “Only if you let me come first. I like to see the look on a man's face when he does.”

  I felt my head tilt involuntarily. “You're the first woman I've ever heard say that.”

  Veronica blushed. “It's just something I like, alright?”

  I grabbed onto her waist and gave her a quick pump. “Men coming inside you, or the face itself?”

  She smiled and said, “It's a fetish, alright? Just let me come again, and then you can fill me up.”

  I certainly didn't remember reading about that. Her most intimate detail I had seen was about her liking hot stone massages from hunky men. “But the question is, how hard do you want to come?”

  Veronica put her face in mine, rubbing our cheeks together as she whispered, “Hard enough that I won't forget any part of tonight.”

  I knew what had to be done. It was like an order from the Pope to a catholic. When Veronica Schmidt asked you to make her come hard, you damn well didn't disappoint the lady if you had any sliver of straight male inside you.

  Veronica slid off of me. I stood up and forced her shoulders down against the lounger. She pulled her legs up, presenting her ass in all its glory. The slit of her pussy held at the perfect height as I positioned myself behind her.

  The slick warmth of reentry filled my consciousness, getting back in there with no effort at all. Veronica had gotten used to having me inside her already, and I knew I had a job to do. Without hesitating, I reared myself back and threw my full weight into fucking her senseless.

  Veronica went right back to screaming her lungs out. I could feel the weight of her tits, jerking her whole body as they finished their shift from front to back with each thrust. I planted a hand on top of Veronica's ass and grabbed her foot with the other, giving her the full benefit of my length and strength.

  The sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the room. Veronica's body dropped as her arms gave out, but I didn't let it stop me. I dove in as deep as I could, and then let the motions of my hips take over.

  I could tell she was enjoying the deep rooting. Veronica's voice made sense again as she yelled, “Just like that, don't you fucking stop!” I pulled myself tighter to her, forcing an earth-splitting moan out of her mouth.

  The cold leather against my knees started to wear on my skin as I pressed harder, driving Veronica even further along the road to her requested climax. I sat on the verge of giving in to my own orgasm, feeling the precum's oily lubrication against my skin. My thighs flexed to give my hips a bounce, pushing Veronica to the very precipice.

  She came like a force of nature, curling her calves and feet up just beyond my body. I barely held on to my own limit, trying my damnedest not to blow my load before she allowed it. I thought I was the one giving orders in t
his relationship.

  Veronica shivered in front of me, gasping for each breath as I pulled out. The head of my cock was swollen, ready to perform its duty with the slightest bit of further stimulation. The few seconds of respite from her amazing walls and screams as Veronica turned over turned out to be a godsend.

  She lied on her back, blushing harder than a cherry in red dye. She spread her legs before me and said, “Come inside me.”

  I pulled one of her legs between mine and shifted her onto her side. The other leg ran up my torso, sticking her foot above my head. I plunged back in.

  Veronica smiled and asked, “Do you think I'm on birth control right now?”

  I gasped and drove myself back and deep inside again. “Do I look like I give a shit?” I really didn't.

  “What if I said I'm not?”

  I kept thrusting away. Veronica pushed her hands into the chaise and whimpered. The question didn't even register as a problem. “What if I said I don't care if you are or not?” Hell, at that point, I was willing to knock up a woman any man would call a perfect specimen. Biology does have its call we can't deny.

  Veronica looked back at me as I was in mid-plow. She chirped a quick noise before responding, “Good boy.”

  Now we're getting to the part my friends laughed at until I showed them the videos from later in that trip. Veronica wrapped her arms underneath her breasts. I tried to keep control of myself for a few more precious seconds. Suddenly she burst out with, “God, Trent! Knock me up!”

  That's all it took. Veronica grabbed one of her tits and gave me a look that would drive men to war or end a bloody feud, depending on how she wanted to use it. The tingle in my groin blew up into sensory overload.

  She grinned from ear to ear as I felt the first jet of semen erupt. Veronica mewled out, justifying all of the swimmers I had sent down the shower drain as I thought of her during the past year. At that point, waking up and realizing it was all a dream would be cause for hanging myself.

  My body exhausted itself within seconds. I could feel the slip of her walls increase with each delivery. I let her leg fall by the wayside as I collapsed on top of her, barely catching enough breath to avoid asphyxiation.