A Winter to Remember

Back when I was a Freshman at State College, I was what they used to jokingly call a "Suitcase College Student." I lived in the dorm during the week but I packed up my clothes in an old suitcase and made the trip back home almost every weekend. A lot of my friends used to laugh and call me "Suitcase Steve" but I didn't care. All they ever did was sit around the dorms and drink cheap beer. I didn't have anything against drinking but I always thought there should be more to life. Besides, while they were all back at school, drinking away their money, I was making money.

My parents made me get a part time job as soon as I was old enough to get my working papers. By the time I was 17, I earned enough money flipping burgers to buy my own car. Barely a year later, I started my own landscaping business, doing yard work for all my neighbors in the summer and clearing snow out of driveways during the winter. Most of my college friends were broke all the time but I never had to beg my parents for money and I could almost always buy whatever I wanted.

It wasn't until half way through my sophomore year that I began to feel like I was missing something. All my friends had social lives and most of them had girlfriends. I dated a few girls but I never had time to have a steady girlfriend. I tried to rationalize my lack of a social life by telling myself that there'd be time for socializing after I graduated from college but I still had a hollow feeling inside, no matter how much I tried to deny it.

I remember the winter of '78. That was the year of the big blizzard. Nearly two feet of snow fell in one snowstorm. The whole area was snowed in for two weeks. I made a hell of a lot of money, clearing snow that year but that's not the thing I remember most.

I had been working hard for nearly three solid days when I got around to clearing Mrs. Marcus' driveway. Most of the main thoroughfares were open but a lot of the side streets hadn't even been plowed. Her house was at the end of the street. There was no way she was going to get her car through that mess but she insisted that I do her driveway just the same. She had always been one of my best and most loyal customers so I felt obliged to do the job, even if I thought it was useless.

I pushed my slow blower through the drifted snow, down to her end of the street and began work. I was only able to get half way done before I ran out of gas. I tried to explain to Mrs. Marcus that I couldn't get gas until the next day but she wouldn't hear of it. Even after all these years, I can still remember her voice, practically begging me to finish the job. She promised to pay extra if I would shovel the rest of the snow out of her driveway. I felt like a chump, letting her talk me into it but there was just something about her that convinced me do it.

Mrs. Marcus was an older woman but she wasn't as old as my Mom. She had long dark hair and she was tall and slender but I never knew what the rest of her looked like because I never saw her when she wasn't wearing a long fur coat. Not even in the summer. Most of our neighbors thought she was weird. They claimed that was the reason why her husband left her. I was too young to understand such things in those days. I always laughed and called her "The Fur Lady" when I was a little kid. When I grew up and started to get interested in women, I still thought of her as the "The Fur Lady" but I rarely ever laughed any more.

It was February 1st. I'll always remember that day. I'll never forget the image of the long silver fox coat Mrs. Marcus was wearing that day. It's one of my most prized memories, even to this day.

I had been shoveling that damned driveway for hours. I was feeling pretty tired from hard work when I started the job but, by the time I finished, I was so tired I thought I was going to fall over from exhaustion. Mrs. Marcus would come to the door and look out every so often to check my progress. She seemed to be very interested in me for some reason. I would pause and look up at her. She'd smile and wave then she would turn around and walk back inside. I couldn't help but think about her in that long fur coat. I thought she looked beautiful. It was probably that feeling which kept me going through the whole ordeal.

I was almost done when she came to the door for the third time. "Just finish up the little walkway to the front door, here, and come on inside." she said. "You look like you could use some warming up!" I just nodded and said, "Okay." It never crossed my mind that Mrs. Marcus was setting me up.

I set my shovel down against the wall by the garage door and trudged my way up the sidewalk to the door. I rang the bell but there was no answer. I tried the handle and the door was unlocked. I went inside and called out.

"Just take your coat and your boots off!" came the reply. "Leave them by the door." called the voice.

I followed the sound through the darkened house, into the kitchen. She was there at the dining table, still wearing that fur coat, sipping from a cup of hot coffee.

"Have some coffee before you go home." she offered. "Don't be afraid to put a little whisky in it. There's a bottle on the counter."

"But, Mrs. Marcus. I'm not 21 yet."

"Oh, come on!" she scolded. "Don't tell me you've never had a hot toddy on a cold day like this!"

"Sure!" I stammered back. "But..."

She stood up and strolled across the kitchen. She stood beside me with a look that could melt a snowman and poured a healthy double shot into my cup. I could see that the front of her coat was unfastened. Her bare leg was peeking out the front. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she picked up the cup and put it in my hand.

"My name is Jane." she said. "I haven't been known as 'Mrs. Marcus' for years."

I raised the cup and took a long, hot drink. "Thank you." I replied. The taste of liquor was so strong I could barely taste the coffee but it was just what I needed to warm my bones.

We chatted for a while and she paid me the money she owed, plus extra. A hundred bucks for just one job was a hell of a lot of money back in those days! It wasn't long until I started to feel the effect of the booze in my system but it was what she said next that really threw me up for a loop.

"So... Stephen... You wouldn't, by any chance, still be a virgin. Would you?"

"No!" I sputtered out, almost choking on my coffee.

"That's too bad!" she frowned. "I only fuck virgins."

"Well! No! I'm a virgin!"

"You're not lying to me. Are you?"

"No, Mrs. Marcus... I mean Jane... I'm a virgin!"

She made a disgusted expression as she grabbed me by the chin and looked me right in the eye.

"Which is it?" she asked again, almost growling. I had a hard time looking at anything but the long, silky fox fur on the sleeve or her coat, just inches away from my face.

Finally, I regained my composure long enough to say in a low voice, "I meant, 'No, Ma'am. I've never been with a woman before.'"

"That's more like it!" she said as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. She gave me a long, passionate kiss right on the lips.

I had never been this close to a woman in a fur coat before. My Mom had a fur coat but she kept it in the back of her wardrobe closet most of the time. She only wore it out on special occasions. I played with it once or twice when she wasn't around but I've always had an overwhelming fear of what she'd say if she ever found out. I always had to be very careful not to mess up my Mom's good coat. Now, here was Jane, a sexy, older woman with her furry arms around me! My head was spinning so fast I didn't know whether I was high from the alcohol or the fur. At that point, it didn't matter. All I knew was, whatever the reason, I felt good!

"Eww!" she winced as she pushed me away. "You're all wet and soggy!"

She stood back and looked me up and down. I was mortally afraid she'd see my hard on bulging the front of my pants but she didn't seem to notice.

"I can't send you home like this! You'll catch your death of cold!"

She took me by the arm and led me toward the stairs. She gave me a push upstairs and commanded, "We've got to get you thawed out!", as she marched me up to the bathroom.

"Get your clothes off and take a hot shower!" she barked out as she closed the door behind me.

I hardly had time to protest before she called out, through the closed door, "There's fresh towels on the rack and there's a new bar of soap in the soap dish."

It took me several minutes to get my bearings in my strange surroundings but I finally realized she was right. I was chilled to the bone and my clothes were damp. I needed a good, hot shower. Still, I always feel weird when I take my clothes off in a strange house. I always feel so... Naked!

It was quite a long time before I finished showering. The hot water was invigorating. The air was heavy with steam as I stepped out of the shower and found a towel. I dried off and blotted the water out of my hair. I looked around for my clothes.

"I swear I put them right there!" I thought to myself.

After a few minutes of distress, I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the bathroom door a crack. A rush of cool air hit me in the face as I called out.

"Mrs. Marcus?!..."

"It's Jane, dear!"

"Oh, yeah... Jane?!"

"What is it?"

"Where are my clothes?"

She surprised me when she appeared at the door, right in front of me. I retreated inside and shut the door.

"What do you need, hon?"

"My clothes! Where are my clothes?"

The door handle turned and she pushed the door open. Before I knew it, she was in the room with me. She was wearing that wonderful fur coat. I was wearing nothing but a towel. A skimpy one at that! It was barely enough to go around my waist.

"I put them in the laundry." she said in a matter of fact voice. "Can't have you putting on wet clothes again. Can we?"

"But, what am I going to do? How long will it take?"

"Oh, probably at least an hour... Maybe longer."

"But... but..." I stammered.

"Oh! Don't' worry!" she said as she moved slowly toward me.

"But... What am I going to do without clothes?"

She backed me up against the bathroom vanity and menacingly reached down toward my waist and started playfully tugging at my towel.

"I'm sure we can think of something..." she said with a sly grin.

I reached down with both hands and tried to stop her.

"What's the matter, baby? Never been naked in front of a woman before?"

"No..." I whimpered as I struggled in a vain attempt to keep my towel from being pulled off. My long, hard dick was peeking out through the gap in the front. Jane looked down and smiled as if everything was going according to her plan. It was at this moment when I knew Jane had planned to steal my virginity from the moment I walked in the front door. I don't know why I was still struggling but I fought with her to keep my towel on until, suddenly, I felt a strange, ticklish sensation slide up the underside of my dick and encircle my balls. I froze as a chill went up my spine and I felt the towel being pulled away.

"Ha! I've got you naked!" she shouted.

I could only stand there in shock. My eyes were as big as saucers. My dick was at full attention.

I could feel Jane's gaze looking up and down my naked body. My entire consciousness was focused on my groin. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that she was looking right at it. She had a hungry smile on her face that told me there was nothing I could do to stop her now.

"Turn around and show my that cute ass of yours!" she said, making a twirling motion with her index finger.

I couldn't help but obey. I felt like a puppet on a string.

I could literally feel her eyes scanning my strong, muscular body. I did a lot of physical work for my landscaping business so I had strong arms, a muscular chest and tight abs. I took pride in my appearance. Although, I wasn't afraid to let Jane see my body, the surprise of the whole situation had me feeling off balance and self-conscious.

"What's it feel like to be naked, boy?"

I my jaw was frozen. I couldn't say a thing.

"Do you FEEL naked?"

I could only nod my head.

"It feel's kind of good. Doesn't it?"

Again, I could only nod.

"You'd do anything I asked, right now. Wouldn't you?"

This time, she didn't even wait for me to nod.

"Come over here and kiss me!" she commanded."

I didn't even have to think. My body just moved as if I was being attracted to a giant, powerful magnet. Before I knew it, I was in Jane's arms kissing her, passionately, as her fur coat slowly swallowed me up. I felt her large, round breasts pressing against me. Her curvaceous hips ground against my crotch. She was completely naked under her coat! I was swirling in a sea of flesh and fur! But, before I knew it, I was ejected from Heaven, left standing in the cold bathroom, naked and vulnerable again.

"Well, Sonny boy!" came Jane's sultry voice. "Are you ready to become a man?"

"Yes!" I said with a grin as big as the Cheshire cat.

"Well, then, come with me!" she said, taking my by the hand and leading me down the hall, toward her bedroom.

"Can we do it in your fur?" I asked, softly.

Jane smiled at me. She didn't have to use words. I knew there would be fur. But, it wasn't until she led me into her lair that I knew just what I had gotten myself into!

When we entered the bedroom, I couldn't believe my eyes! There was a four-poster king size bed, covered entirely with fur!

"Are we going to?..." I asked as I pointed at the fur bed. The words literally fell out of my mouth in surprise.

Without a word, she nodded and kissed me again. She pushed me backward, down onto the bed. "Oomph!" I said as the wind escaped from my lungs. The sensation of fur all over my back, swirling all around me made me feel like I was stoned. I could smell the scent of the pelts, surround me. It was as intoxicating as any drug I had ever heard of! I could only lay there, paralyzed with anticipation and anxiety as Jane surveyed her catch is if I was a moth caught in her spider web.

"Scoot over!" she said, pushing me toward the center of the bed. She climbed in on top of me, kneeling astride my waist with her fur coat flowing open behind her. I saw her beautiful body before me for the first time. She was the most beautiful woman I ever saw! My heart was pounding in my ears. My mouth was agape and my body was as stiff as a board as I trembled beneath her. My cock stood straight up, pointing toward the ceiling.

Jane reached behind her and took out a pair of soft, furry mittens. She pulled them onto her hands and gave me a look that made it clear she was going to use them on me.

"You've got to learn to relax, young man." she said with a smile. She held her fur clad hands up for me to see. "Janey's got just the ticket!"

She leaned forward and laid down on top of me. I could feel her body weight pressing down on me. My hard cock pressed, tightly, against her belly.

"Just let Jane take care of you!" she whispered as her lips met mine.

"Close your eyes and let the fur take you away!"

I couldn't believe what was happening to me! We kissed for what seemed like an eternity as she gently brushed the fur mittens along my arms and around my shoulders. Her fur coat slid back and forth across my skin as we made out in her fur bed. Every time I tried to move beneath her, she'd whisper, softly in my ear.

"Don't..." she said in a breathy voice.

"Just let your mind go!" she beckoned.

"Lie still and let me have you!"

I could see almost nothing under the tent of fur that enveloped us. I could hear nothing but her soft words, calming me and relaxing my mind and body until I was like putty in her hands. I could feel nothing but a soft cloud of fur, gliding gently over my arms and chest. I could feel my will melting away until I was completely embraced by her charms.

A few moments later, I felt something stiff and leathery around my wrist. The sharp, ripping sound of a Velcro fastener split the quiet of the room. My eyes jarred open and I looked over to see Jane wrapping something around my wrist.

"What is that?!" I cried.

"These are for your arms and legs, baby!" she smiled.

Another ripping sound came from the right side and another leather cuff encircled my other wrist. By the time I realized what was happening to me Jane had leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. I whined in protest as she pulled tight the buckles that strapped me down to the four posts of the bed, leaving me spread eagle before her with my cock still pointing straight up.

I struggled for several minutes while Jane looked on. This really WAS like a furry spider web! And, I was caught in it! We both knew I was trapped! For some reason, I never tried to scream, even though I wanted to. I guess I instinctively knew it wouldn't do any good.

"Why are you doing this?!" I asked.

"How else am I supposed to steal your virginity?" she said in a matter of fact voice.

"Don't hurt me!" I pleaded.

"That's the last thing on my mind, young man!" she said as she slowly descended on me for a second time.

Somehow, the sound of her voice told me I would be all right.

Jane kneeled beside my on the fur bed and slowly slipped on the fur gloves again. "Sable." she said as she touched them to my face and slid them down my neck and gently moved them downward over my chest.

Both hands circled around my sides and up to my arm pits as the fur tickled its way over my sensitive body. I giggled in delight and tugged against my restraints, instinctively trying to defend my most sensitive areas.

"Don't bother fighting!" she warned. "There's not a part of you I can't attack! You're helpless in my web of fur!"

I tried to hold back but there was no way. I jumped and bucked in the bed as those furry mittens made a coordinated assault on my most sensitive places. There was no place she didn't attack, except for the area between my legs. It seemed like hours but, in reality, she only tickled me for ten or fifteen minutes. Near the end, I felt like a puppet on a string. Everywhere she touched me, I seemed to move in response, just as she commanded!

A few minutes later, the furring slowed down to a gentle pace, making soft circles around my chest and belly. My labored breathing started to slow down to a slow series of puffs before it faded into a long wave of pleasurable sighs. I could feel the fur slowly starting to creep downward toward my engorged member.

"Are you going to fur me, down there?" I asked.

"Have you ever felt fur on your dick before?"

"No, not like this." I sighed.

"I want you to remember this!" she instructed. "The first time you feel fur is the best thing that ever happens to you, your whole life!"

I laid there, in silent anticipation of the big event. My dick felt as stiff at ever, at the prospect of being submerged in all that soft, buttery sable fur! She circled closer and closer, making rings around my groin, spiraling inward over my thighs and my belly, inching closer and closer to my balls with every pass.

"P-please!" I begged.

I only heard girlish laughter in response. She kept teasing me with the fur, barely brushing the tips of it against the inside of my thighs. Suddenly, there was a shock of pleasure against the bottom of my balls as two furry hands cradled them in their grasp.

"Does this feel good?" she asked.

"Mmm-Hmm!" I moaned back.

My breathing was so labored I could hardly make a sound.

"Just think about how good it will be when the fur swallows your dick!"

She tugged and pulled my balls and kneaded them in her fur hands like a ball of dough. The pleasure was overwhelming. Noises were coming out of my mouth like I had never heard before! I was in the throes of the greatest pleasure I ever felt yet I still wanted more. My cock twitched and ached at the prospect of all that wonderful fur rubbing up and down my shaft. I was literally trapped with pleasure. There was nothing I could do to escape... even if I wanted to!