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"The newest event in our community's calendar of events, was this year's impromptu Green Lake Winter Festival," Sam read from The Snippettsville Weekly Clarion. "What began as an unassuming auxiliary skating venue on Green Lake quickly grew to include such favourites as the Old-Timer's Costume Night, local waltz and polka stylist, Hans Abenhoffer's Skater's Waltz Night, and the romantic Moonlight Skate that took place this last full moon.
"With the weather turning toward spring, no more official events are scheduled for this year, but already, plans are afoot for next year's Green Lake Winter Carnival.
"The rink will continue in use, until officials from our local ranger detachment declare the ice unsafe for skating."
"Where is Ben?" Clem Leggit inquired, interrupting Sam. "Gone to get his picture took as one of Green Lake's patrons of the art, is he?"
"That's about it," Sam agreed.
"It should be you, Sam," Clem avowed. "It was your idea, and I know it."
A smile creased Sam Leathy's leathery old face.
"I ain't no public benefactor," Sam confessed. "I was jest trying to con old Dan into clearing a bit of snow from the lake, so young Jimmy Dorset would have a place to skate."
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Kathy has a Caller
by
Boxlicker101
A while ago, I had a phone call from Kathy, a former lady friend, who had married a man named McCormick and moved to Snippetsville, far from our city. She was crying, and told me her husband had left her, and she needed my help. Although she couldn't explain just then, I am always ready to help, since she had become a lady friend again.
After a two-day drive, I turned off the interstate onto Green Lake Road and one mile farther, was at Hannah's Diner on Main Street, where I saw a sign advertising the Winter Carnival. I used the public phone to call Kathy. "I don't get out much, George," she told me. "Will you bring me some lunch from Hannah's?" Minutes later I knocked on her door carrying an armload of food.
Kathy is a sweet woman in her forties, slender, with nicely flared hips and ass, a pretty face and dark brown hair. She cried, literally, on my shoulder and chest and told me her story. Suffering from breast cancer, Kathy had chosen double mastectomy and life over painful death, which seemed reasonable to me. Not to her husband, though; he left her, declaring she was no longer a "real woman".
"He's an asshole, a stupid asshole," I told her "Breasts or not, you are enough woman for any man."
Kathy smiled for the first time since my arrival. "It's nice of you to say so but can you prove it? I really need someone, George, and you were the best one I could think of." I was very willing and, holding my hand, she led me into the bedroom.
We undressed each other, Kathy leaving her sweater and panties on and I hugged her and kissed her face until she lay on the bed, her legs spread. I removed her panties and buried my face in her wet pussy, which smelled as good as I remembered. It tasted as good too, and I licked up her juices, including the fresh ones and then ate her delightful pussy, slowly and thoroughly as she remembered me doing. Kathy moaned and sighed in pleasure, fucking her pussy into my face until she started cumming, and then she squeezed my head with her legs until she loudly climaxed.
We were far from being finished. I put on my condom and gently entered her while Kathy hugged me with her arms and legs. For a long time I plunged my cock into her pussy while she moaned and fucked back to meet me. Kathy climaxed once, crying out from pleasure and gouging my shoulders with her fingernails. We continued our joyous coupling until I matched her second, equally vocal, orgasm with my own.
Afterward, we lay on her bed, hugging and kissing. "It was sweet of you, coming here," she said. "I really needed you."
"Well, you know that I never turn down reasonable requests from my lady friends. I have always enjoyed making love with you and today was especially great."
"Thanks, George. I have been so afraid that all men would think like my husband. I'm glad you don't."
"Real men don't judge a woman by her breasts. This is a small town but there must be 100 men here who would love to have a girlfriend or wife as sweet and beautiful as you."
"It's wonderful of you to say that. I'll start looking tomorrow, maybe at the Winter Carnival that is going on, but why don't you stay here tonight? I think I need you to show me more proof. Now, let's eat because Hannah has really good food."
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Kathy goes Skating
by
Boxlicker101
In the morning, I woke up with Kathy cuddled affectionately against me. After admiring her beautiful face, I crept out of bed and headed for the bathroom to answer an urgent call of nature. When I returned, Kathy was sitting up and smiling.
"I hope you don't have to go home right away, George. You just got here and the Winter Carnival at Green Lake is going on."
After a tough two-day drive here in mid-winter, followed by the pleasure of making love to Kathy the previous afternoon and night, I was in no hurry to leave. "I would love to stay a few more days, if it's okay with you."
"More than just okay. Thanks to you, I'm ready to reclaim my life. I called the school where I worked yesterday. They want me back and I start work on Monday so that gives us a couple of days together. If you want breakfast, there's nothing in the house but Hannah is famous for her breakfasts."
That sounded like a great idea to me. Hannah's is nearby so we walked there and I learned her fame is well deserved. While we ate, Kathy told me all about the Winter Carnival.
After breakfast, when we picked up a few items at Carr's store next door, Mr. Carr stared at me and acted as if he knew me, but said nothing. Some of my books have included my photo and he might have recognized me from there but he couldn't have known me from anywhere else.
Back at Kathy's house, she talked about the carnival again. "I did a lot of skating when I was younger and for the last few years before surgery, but not yet this winter. How about you?"
I could see she wanted to go and I had no objections. "I did a lot of skating when I was a kid in Wisconsin, many years ago. I don't have any skates but they have them in that store we were in. Let's get me a pair and go to the carnival." I paid for the skates with a credit card and the proprietor acted as if he knew me but was afraid to admit it. I thought he might have read some of my erotic books and maybe felt guilty about it but I wasn't concerned.
In her skating dress, Kathy looked good enough to eat, which I had done twice the previous day and expected to do again that night. Some of the men eyeballing her gliding across the ice probably knew about her double mastectomy but that didn't stop them from looking and lusting. Some women looked jealous, as if they considered Kathy a rival, and maybe she was. As I had told her, the lack of breasts was a negative but she had so many positives that it was of little consequence.
The most I can say about my skating was that I didn't fall down very much, which wasn't bad, considering how long it had been since I was on skates. I still had fun, and Kathy, I'm glad to say, had a great time and was radiant as we drove home.
By the time we got to bed that night, the stiffness and soreness from my efforts at skating had set in. Kathy took pity on me and I lay on my back and ate her pussy from the 69 position. After Kathy noisily enjoyed her orgasm from that, she moved into the female superior position and we made love, cumming together happily and vocally. We slept snuggled together again that night.
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Winter Flowers
by
Lancelot Knight
When Carl heard at the General Store that a Winter Carnival was being planned, he shrugged his powerful shoulders at the idea. Two decades of thrift, no nonsense, and hard work had made the idea of fun foreign to him. But in his pickup on the way back to his farm on the edge of Snippetsville a memory blossomed in his mind: Ice skating in the pure sapphire of a winter's evening. How long had it been? Why, twenty years ago, he calculated. He was surprised at how the years had fled.
Emily had gone with him, he remembered. Skates thrown over their shoulders, their laughter was fresh and silvery. They had quarreled before the evening was through. About what, Carl couldn't even remember now. But both being strong-willed, neither had admitted to being wrong. And a germinating love affair was nipped in the bud.
In a sudden surge of rebellion against his practical nature, Carl decided—dammit!—that he would go to the Winter Carnival.
In his storage shed beside the barn, Carl located his old skates in a box in a dusty corner, and by god, they still fit him. He polished them until they gleamed, then he sharpened the blades.
