Hello Mr. Snowman (Patreon)

Happy Holidays ladies and gentleman! Here's an extra long story about a woman romancing a snowman (or perhaps more accurately being romanced by a snowman) to get you in the holiday spirit! I hope you enjoy!

After weeks of heavy snowfall the Chicago suburb Buffalo Grove was finally experiencing it's first somewhat clear period of the holiday season. Snowflakes were still gently drifting down from the heavens and gray clouds obscured the sky but neither was so strong or oppressive as to limit people's enjoyment of the season. In fact compared to what they'd been stuck with it was practically a warm sunny day by most people's standards. Cars were on the freshly plowed roads, kids played in their yards, and everyone who'd been neglecting it so far hurriedly did their last minute shopping. It was an appreciably lively sight for the scenic village with many of the more nostalgic adults and parents were enjoying the experience as much as they could. Anne Miller probably would've been doing so as well especially since it was her twin boys' first time enjoying a snowy Christmas, were it not for an ill timed call from her ex husband. The ink was barely dry on the divorce papers or the lease she'd signed on her new house in her hometown and he was already making life difficult for her. Despite his supposed intelligence the concept of full custody simply didn't register with him and he was making his 'confusion' painfully clear. She was nearing the tail end of a thirty minute conversation about the same things that came up every other time he'd called in the last week and her patience was pretty much gone. Without the fig leaf excuse of staying civil in front of her sons she had no qualms cutting him off as harshly as she could. Although considering how kind she was by nature that wasn't saying much.

“Goodbye Charles.” Anne said through gritted teeth, “If you call about this again I'm contacting my lawyers.”

The call ended before he had a chance to speak and she put her phone on silent just in case he decided to call back. For good measure she stormed out of the kitchen and into her bedroom to throw her phone face down onto her bed. Once that little burst of anger had passed and she'd taken several deep breaths Anne stepped into the master bathroom to finish getting ready for a brunch with a guy she'd met at the grocery store. Having never been one for too much makeup Anne was basically done getting ready but her nerves kept her in front of the mirror well after she was finished applying the lipstick and mascara she intended to wear. Mostly so she could keep fidgeting with her curly blonde, shoulder length hair and frowning at the dark lines beneath her brown eyes. The guy she was seeing obviously found her attractive, he was the one who asked her out after all, and yet she still couldn't stop obsessing over all the little details of her face. Maybe it was because she was back in her hometown but Anne was acutely aware of how many freckles dotted her plump but pale cheeks and  slightly oversized nose. Both had been the targets of ridicule when she was younger and despite how well the rest of her had filled out those parts of her face never stopped being worrisome. Thankfully her large, naturally prone to smiling lips gave her face a certain fullness that made her naturally thick bodied appearance work much better than it should have. Otherwise wearing anything even remotely form fitting on a first date would've been out of the question until she was down to her ideal way. And the snowstorm plaguing them had moved on to Hell.

The sound of the doorbell and the shouting of her sons pierced her contemplation. Ann hurried into the entryway to find her sister Linda standing at the door brushing fresh snow off her jacket and looking slightly flushed. Matt and Johnny were busy hurling snowballs at one another and the exploded remains of several such missiles dotted the porch around their aunt. “Come on in sis, thank you so much for getting her on such short notice!”

“No worries, I'm happy to see my nephews again. It's been so long. I'm pretty sure they were shorter than me last time I saw them.”

“So it's been about a year then?”

“Yeah something like that!” Linda pulled off her coat and stepped into the living room before looking back at her sister and sizing her up properly. “Is that what you're wearing?” She asked in a surprised tone.

“Yes, doesn't look ugly or something?” Anne replied, immediately caught off guard, “The man at the store said it fit me really well and—”

“No it looks amazing on you!” Linda immediately clarified, “I'm just surprised to see you in it! Last time I saw you going out on a date you weren't wearing anything like that!”

Anne looked down at herself and couldn't help but laugh at the truth of those words. Up until the last few years of her life the word 'frumpy' had been the best way to describe her. No matter what she wore it was always loose fitting and kind of baggy to hide the baby weight she'd put and kept on from carrying twins. Sure her already sizable breasts had gotten big enough to make many of her friends jealous and her waist was the kind of wide, curvaceous shape that only made her plump buttocks and thick thighs look remarkable but it was only recently that all those things had become a positive factor in her eyes. And her slight but noticeable belly was still something she was self conscious about regardless of what anyone said. Much like her rather short five feet and two inches height. So the mere fact that she was wearing a snug sweater and leggings was kind of amazing for her. Admittedly it would all be hidden under another, much thicker coat while she was out but the moment it was taken off there'd be no denying the kind of body she was rocking. Or so her more vocal friends had insisted because Anne still wasn't too sure. Having a butt that a lot of women would kill for and the hips and ass to go with it still felt kind of undesirable considering how so many other, more conventionally attractive women looked. Even her own baby sister was the tall, leggy and slender type that she'd always envied to some degree. Of course an acrimonious divorce had a way of cutting through the bullshit and the sheer amount of attention she'd gotten from men once she had her husband separated did wonders for her self esteem.

“Last time you saw me going out on a date I was thirty pounds heavier.”

“Well you were pregnant.”

“You didn't know that at the time.”

“Neither did you!”

They were cut off by the return of Anne's sons, in true teenager fashion Matt and Johnny stormed into the house with all the subtlety of an elephant. After a few seconds they spotted their mother and aunt standing in the living room and greeted them both with a characteristically gruff nod. Anne rolled her eyes while Linda smirked and they were swiftly joined by the curious pair.

“Hey aunt Linda!”

“Hi aunt Linda!”

“Hey boys! Long time no see!”

“We saw you last Christmas.”

“Well that's still a long time!”

“If you say so. What's going on? Are you and mom going out or something?”

“Your mother is.”

“Aunt Linda is staying here to keep an eye on you while I'm gone.”

Oh come on Ma!” Johnny protested, “We're high school now we don't need a babysitter!”

“You're freshman in high school.” Anne clarified, “And until I'm convinced you won't kill yourselves with some stupid stunt you absolutely need a babysitter.”

“Just be glad she asked your cool aunt!” Linda remarked, “She could've asked Jackie.”

Johnny and Matt exchanged looks, neither of them unable to deny the truth of those words. Their aunt Jackie was many things but 'cool' or 'pleasant' wasn't one of them. “Fine!” The latter grumbled, “Can we at least do something outside?”

“I'm surprised you two don't wanna play video games.”

“They're not allowed to play video games. Not after they decided to take a toboggan off the roof and into the neighbors mailbox.”

“You're lucky you only hit the mailbox!” Linda chuckled, “I smashed in a car door and I was only sliding down a regular hill!”

“If you're going to tell them stories at least include the parts about you getting punished.” Anne said, “I have to go now or I'll be late. I shouldn't be more than a couple of hours.”

“Oh I won't need to stay overnight?”

“Ha ha ha. Goodbye boys. Behave for aunt Linda. I love you.”

“Love you too.” They said in unison, both of them making a face as their mother leaned up to kiss them on the cheek.

“Thanks again sis.”

“Sure thing! Have fun!”

“I'll try!”

Exactly one very unsatisfying hour later Anne returned to her house thoroughly disheartened. Her opinion of her own physical attractiveness had never been higher but she was still incredibly disappointed by her date. The man had only been after sex and he hadn't been shy about pursuing it to a frankly vulgar degree. He never did anything so objectionable she felt the need to run away but his transparent attempts to get her back to his place had been so frequent she came away knowing little more than his name and where he lived. There was a very, very brief moment where she considered taking him up on his offer, after all she enjoyed sex as much as the next girl and she'd gone a good while without it, but throwing caution to the wind with a stranger was how she ended up with two sons and a shotgun wedding. And there was no way Anne would repeat that process again. Or allow herself to come close to repeating it. It might finally be time for her to boy one of those sex toys her more lascivious friends were always recommending to her. With Christmas coming up maybe one of them would even buy one for her and spare Anne the embarrassment of trying to buy one herself.

She was so preoccupied with thoughts of her date and of what kind of dildos there even were she completely failed to notice the figure sitting on the swing hanging from her porch until she casually glanced at it while unlocking the front door “OH MY GOD!” Anne shrieked and jumped away from the humanoid shape wrapped in a dark coat, “DAMMIT BOYS!” She cried a moment later upon recognizing the snowman for what it was, “COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!”

From behind the hedge separating her home from the neighbor's appeared Matt, Johnny, and Linda all wearing impish grins. They were cackling mightily at her reaction with only Linda able to properly speak between guffaws, “Oh man sis, we got you good! I didn't think you were gonna notice but the build up made it so much better! I wish you could see the look on your face!”

“It's hilarious!” Matt gasped.

“Chill out Ma!” Johnny laughed, “You're the one who told us about that prank.”

Breathing through her nose in the manner a bull did before charging Anne did her best to let go of the momentary flash of anger she was feeling. After all it wasn't even really directed at her sons, sister, or their prank. “Next time pick a more opportune moment to pull a prank.”

The trio watched her disappear into the house feeling slightly guilty, “I guess her date didn't go too well.” Johnny observed.

“No shit!” Matt replied.

“Don't worry about it boys.” Linda stated, clapping them on the shoulder and climbing over the hedge, “She'll bounce back. Once she's had a nice bath and some time to herself everything will be fine.”

“Right . . . does that mean we can't go inside?”

“No, it just means you'd better shut up while you in there.” They looked at one another for a moment and Linda sighed, “Let's go out to eat.”

“Awesome!”

“Hell yeah!”

Inside the house their mother was headed straight for the liquor cabinet. She might not have been much of a drinker and there might have only been one bottle in the entire cabinet but she was finally going to indulge in a little holiday cheer. After unlocking it and pulling out the seasonal bottle of peppermint schnapps Linda had given her Anne moved to the kitchen. Pouring herself a nice, big glass she stared out at the setting sun and sulkily took a drink. Most of it went down smooth with only the aftertaste causing her to gasp and sputter for a few seconds. But she was determined to get drunk regardless of how inexperienced she might have been. So after clearing her throat and getting a glass of water she finished off her first glass and poured herself another. Sometime later she poured yet another. Then she moved to the living room after night had completely fallen. More drinks passed with her getting up once or twice to pee and get more water. With only a single festive string of lights illuminating the room time passed without ceremony or measurement. At some point her sister returned with her sons but all three of them wisely left Anne to her drinking. Not that she would have paid them much mind if they tried to start up a conversation. She was lost in her own little world of daydreams, regrets, and questions about where her life was heading. And like any other time an intoxicated person asked those reflective questions of themselves they only came away feeling worse than ever. Enough for her to finally put away the half empty bottle and go upstairs to her bedroom. 

She probably would have gone to bed then and there had she not ended up slamming her foot into a heavy box carelessly left in the dark hallway. And since she was the idiot who'd left it there she didn't have anyone but herself to blame for her throbbing big toe. Hopping on one foot and swearing under her breath Anne glared down at the box in question. It was full of random crap they'd found in the attic that the previous owners had left. Most of it was junk or knick knacks of value only to the original owners. In theory at least since it's presence in her house kind of proved they didn't much care for it either. Yet despite knowing it was full of meaningless crap she still felt a weird obligation to look down at it's contents in the dim light cast from the slit beneath Matt's bedroom door. The top most layer was just a bunch of old clothes and softer items that hid the metal bits and bobs that'd caused her painful reminder but among them was a wide brimmed hat. Like something straight out of a period piece set in Victorian England it was a surprisingly well maintained piece of head wear. Easily the only thing in the box that could be considered pristine. It was also maddeningly reminiscent of something that she couldn't quite place. Something that'd bugged her every time she'd seen it since they moved in. Without really knowing why Anne bent down to pick it up. Once it was in her hands she  had little idea what to do with it though. Idly spinning it around for a few seconds she was about to drop it back into the box when she was suddenly reminded of the Frosty the Snowman cartoons she'd watched as a kid. Like the last puzzle piece falling into place suddenly she'd figured out what it looked so familiar. The hat was exactly like the one that brought Frosty to life. Only in a deep purple with a gold band right above the brim and a lighter purple interior.

“Maybe I'll put it on our snowman.” She thought, “It's not like Matt and Johnny are gonna make a proper one anytime soon.”

With her mind arbitrarily made up she turned on her heel and headed back downstairs. Only to suddenly return when she remembered she wasn't properly dressed to go out in the cold. Even if she wasn't feeling the temperature she'd never been one to throw caution to the wind like that. After finding a thick but comfy pair of mittens and a woolen cap she made good on her decision and stepped out onto the porch. The snowman she was looking for remained exactly where he'd been left and although she'd come out to give him a little flair Anne ended up sitting down on the swing beside him. Since it was locked in place the entire thing only shifted a little as her plump buttocks pressed against it. Although the wooden panels did creak a bit more than she liked. But it was easy to put such thoughts out of her mind when she sized up the snowy figure beside her. To their credit her sons and sister had done a good job making him look realistically human. His proportions were spot on and quite large, most likely for maximum fright potential. The jacket they'd put on him was one of her ex's and it fit the snowman much better than it'd ever fit Charles. In fact if she was correct in her assessment were her silent companion able to stand up he'd be a good foot taller than both her and her cheating former husband. In a weird way he was built not unlike the kind of man she'd always fantasized about. The sort that could lift her up and do what he wanted with her.

Maybe it was those thoughts that sent her mind down a particularly juvenile path when she looked at his exposed thighs. Maybe it was her general dissatisfaction with all things sexual. Or maybe she was just bored and felt like doing something childish to entertain herself. Regardless of the reason she set down the hat that served as her whole reason for coming outside and scooped up a two big handfuls of snow instead. Plopping it down on her companion's lap she started patting and shifting the snow into a more phallic shape. Because she was still quite drunk, and not particularly coordinated when she was sober, it took a good few minutes to get a decent, ten or so inch dick out of what she'd collected. After it was satisfyingly turgid she paused for a moment to shape out a nice pair of meaty balls beneath it. She made them a fair bit bigger than what a normal man could have both for shock value and as part of her own mild fetishistic love of large testicles. Once that was finished her attention returned to smoothing out the shaft as much as she could and trying to craft some sort of head out of the tip. As unnecessary as the whole thing was there was an undeniable amount of joy to be had in doing something so immature. It reminded her of the days when her friends would draw cocks on various historical figures in their history books. Only this time she was actually engaging in the behavior instead of watching from the sidelines and wishing she had the courage. When she finally stopped to properly admire her dumb little project she was delighted at how good it looked. Short of extra details like veins or pubic hair it was a fine cock and balls. Certainly better than any she'd been with and exactly the kind she fantasized about while getting acquainted with the shower head on particularly lonely mornings.

“There you go!” She giggled. “Oh wait . . . it's kinda lumpy around the middle . . . maybe I should smooth it out for you!” Another minute or so of smoothing out his shaft followed before she was completely satisfied. “There you go! Now we just gotta put on the hat!”

Picking the hat up and knocking some of the snow that'd fallen onto the brim she carefully laid it atop the snowman's head. Once it was as secure as it could be she tilted it to the side for a slightly more jaunty angle and chuckled at the sight it made for. Once she'd finished admiring his fancy hate, nondescript jacket, and huge boner there was little else to do but stare out at the street. Her hands rubbed against her thighs for a few seconds and she briefly contemplated going back inside. Before the could her eyes were drawn back to the snowman beside her. For no real reason at all her hands returned to his well endowed member and she started stroking it again. She told herself she was doing it to make sure everything was smoothed out but part of her knew the truth. The fake penis she was idly stroking had been the closest thing to a proper one she'd been around in ages. Plus there was just something inherently impish about the whole thing. Although nobody was around to see it she was starting to understand why so many bachelorette parties descended into such things once the drinks started flowing. It was just a shame she had to amuse herself with a dick made from snow on her own porch instead of something a handsome male stripper was packing. 

“Forgive me miss,” A booming voice said, “But before you continue I should let you know I'm quite alive.”

Her hand stopped moving and she slowly turned her head towards the source of the voice. She found herself staring directly into the undeniably alive face of the snowman beside her, “HOLY SHIT!”

Anne leapt out of her seat and backed as far away from the snowman as she could while it slowly stood up and turned towards her, “I'm so sorry miss! I didn't mean to frighten you!” He said with his surprisingly well articulated fingers raised, “I just didn't want you to continue what you were doing without knowing—”

“You're alive?!”

“Well yes . . . Ohhh you meant that as a question didn't you?”

“What the hell is going on?”

Standing up and turning to face her the snowman put his hands on his hips and fixed her with a jovial smile. His remarkably human looking face was probably the most surreal thing about him save the fact that he was apparently alive. Strong and masculine despite being made of snow his face was quite handsome in a way Anne's brain couldn't help but register. He had quite full lips and a powerful jawline that made him look like a superhero. Especially when paired with the rest of his hulking physique. But what really stood out were his eyes. Rather than matching the rest of his face and looking like a really detailed sculpture they sparkled with a strange kind of . . . well magic was the only word that came to mind. Twinkling not unlike Christmas lights being glimpsed from far away through a snowy night they were all at once inviting, warm, and more than a little mysterious. The longer she stared into them the less fearful she became, although there was still a healthy amount of skepticism present. His cheerful tone and nonthreatening posture did a lot to assuage her concerns as well. Much like the knowledge that she could leap over the railing and flee into the house through the backyard at any moment.

“You brought me to life miss . . . I'm sorry  don't know you name!”

“Anne.”

“You brought me to life miss Anne!” He bowed to her in a courtly fashion and said, “I'm at your service!”

“Service? What kind of service? Are you gonna be my friend or something?”

“Some humans call it that. Others refer to it as being lovers. But I like both choices!”

“E-excuse me what? Did you say lovers?”

“Yes I did miss Anne!”

“So you're like Frosty the Snowman?”

“Exactly!”

“Only you have sex with the people that bring you to life?”

“If they want me to!”

“Wow . . . that's uh . . . that's never been in any of the books I'm familiar with . . .”

“Well it would be a difficult subject to make a children's book out of.” He pointed out.

“Yeah no kidding . . .”

“Okay . . . uhm . . . I have so many questions about this . . . what do I even call you?”

“Frost!”

“Frost?”

“Yes miss Anne!”

“Like Jack Frost?”

“I suppose so. I'm not really sure what my previous creators were thinking but all of them seemed to agree that Frost suited me.”

“Uh huh . . . well they're not wrong.”

“Thank you!”

“So . . . if hypothetically I was interested in . . . whatever it is you do with your creators . . . would we just start right away or is there some magic word I have to use?”

“Of course there's no magic word!” He laughed, “You just have to tell me you want to have sex.”

“That's it?”

“That's it!”

Half convinced she was dreaming Anne genuinely contemplated the offer being made. About the only negatives she could come up with involved hypothermia or frost bite and if it was all a dream such issues would matter. Plus if he was telling the truth there was probably some magic about him that would prevent serious damage. Or all his previous creators had been extremely into pain . . .

“I-I guess I'll try it . . .” She said, “Should we start with foreplay or something?”

“You have to say the words miss Anne.”

“Oh it's like consent or something? All right . . . uhm . . . I want to have sex.”

“Wonderful! Don't worry about a thing miss Anne, I'll take care of you!”

Bearing that same cheerful smile he always had on Frost stepped forward and laid his frozen hands on her waist. She immediately felt the expected chill at his touch but it was a paradoxical sensation as well. Because alongside the cold there was a peculiar sense of . . . not warmth so much as comfort. It was like the sensation of standing beneath a stream of water that'd just started heating up. The sting of the cold was still around but something else was balancing it out as well. To her surprise Anne found herself leaning into his touch even as he pulled down her leggings and panties. If she'd had any doubt about his past the effortlessly smooth way he tugged her garment down. As he knelt in front of her suddenly exposed pussy she wondered if he had any plans to go down on her. She saw no evidence of a tongue during their conversation but the prospect of a man licking her already aroused slit was quite a desirable one. Completely independent of anything else her plump, quite puffy outer lips were already starting to part as fluids dripped from the pink inner folds. When his hands left her leggings rolled nicely around her ankles she was surprised to feel one slide around her ample buttock while the other trailed through the well maintained but very overgrown looking nest of curly pubic hair above her pussy. His glittering eyes stared up at her while his grin took on a more lascivious bent. Anne watched Frost's lip part and a pale blue tongue emerge from between them. She sucked in a breath as cold air buffeted her sex. Goosebumps erupted all across her body and she half closed her eyes in preparation for whatever would come next. He made contact with her slit a moment later and instinct took over the moment she registered the sensation.

“Holy Jesus that's cold!” Anne gasped. Her entire body flinched away from him even as the initial pleasure of his touch flickered through her, “Sorry I just wasn't—I mean I expected it but still . . . damn!”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No . . . no . . . I kinda gotta know now . . . I mean how many times does this sort of thing happen?”

“Every time it snows and someone finds my hat—”

“I meant to me.”

“Oh, then almost never!” 

“Exactly. So . . . uhm . . . I guess just try again . . .”

“Yes miss Anne!”

Bracing herself against the railing and opening her legs a bit wider for him Anne shut her eyes and grit her teeth as Frost moved back in. Knowing what to expect made his second contact infinitely less of a shock to her system. So much so the chill she felt was actually somewhat buried beneath the initial burst of pleasure. Once again demonstrating his talent for pleasure he'd slid his tongue down beneath her folds to start right near her glistening entrance. Then, in a long stroke, he dragged it across the full length of her pussy until it reach her clit. Upon hitting that sensitive nub he gave it a playful flick that made her knees shake and her mouth hang open. A cloudy breath burst out of her as she moaned in pleasure. It was soon followed by another when he repeated the process with more gusto. His tongue pushed just a little bit harder against her slit as it slid upwards. It probed deeper between her folds and she felt the cold more strongly the second time around. That pleasant yet unpleasant sting, more than the pleasure of finally having a man performing oral sex on her, was the most thrilling part of the whole thing. She was reminded of the few times she'd been spanked hard enough to leave a mark or when her nipples were bitten instead of sucked. Little accompanying bursts of pain made the pleasure that came with it so much . . . more. By the time he was running his tongue along her cunt for a third pass she was actively leaning into his mouth even while the instinct to pull away remained stronger than ever. But since the frigid contours of the railing were already press against her waist as hard as she could bear there was no other option but enjoying his attentiveness. 

When Frost started paying more attention to her clit while also bringing a finger up to tease her slit she had little trouble settling into the enjoyment she was feeling. At least until he actually pushed that digit inside and she went through the same thing all over again. Her startled gasp shattered the peaceful silence and her entire body tensed. The walls of her pussy tightened furiously around the cold intruder while at the same time quivering like mad because of it. Juices leaked out of her in frankly astonishing quantities while her hands were forced to grab the nearby column. Holding onto it for dear life Anne trembled at Frost's touch, her hips moving spasmodically back and forth against the painful, wonderful, strange, and delightful feeling of his tongue and finger. He slow pushed the latter deeper inside while keeping the former constantly in motion around her clit. Although his lips never actually came into play she could always feel the cold radiating off them any time he leaned in for a particularly fervent pass across her folds. Not to mention when he let out a soft chuckle around the time half of his digit had vanished into her slit. Instantly assuming his mirth was at her expense Anne quickly fixed him with a questioning stare. In response to her look he simply pulled his finger out a couple of centimeters and pushed it back in while flicking her clit with his tongue. Anne let out a surprisingly high pitched squeal quite unlike the sounds she'd been making. One she hadn't even heard the first time. But she certainly heard it the second time and it became abundantly clear why he was so amused. For good measure he repeated the process again and his cold fingertip pushed against her g-spot for the third time in a few seconds.

“You're a very mean snowman!” She laughed.

“I'm so sorry miss Anne!” He said with a horrified look, “I wasn't laughing at you! I was happy that you're enjoying yourself! Please don't—”

“I was teasing you Frost.” Anne interrupted, “You're not mean.”

“Really?”

“Not at all.”

“Thank you miss Anne!” 

With that matter settled Frost was able to return to his duties with just as much gusto as before. He licked  and caressed her pussy like it was the sweetest treat he'd ever eaten while at the same time teasing and massaging her inner walls almost perfectly. She writhed more and more against him as the pleasure and pain of the whole experience really started to take its toll on her mental faculties. Less and less coherent thoughts flicked through her mind, many of them little more than half baked desires or memories of past times that couldn't measure up to this one. Constantly amazed at how dexterous he was for a snowman Anne started to wonder what else he could do. Maybe he'd be the first guy to ever successfully show her the merits of anal play. Maybe he'd be the first one to bring her to orgasm with just his tongue and hands. And maybe he'd manage to get her right up to the edge but fail to deliver like her husband so often did. There was no way to know but one thing was certain: she was definitely eager to find out. When Frost pulled his finger from her slit a few moments later she wondered if her last prediction might suddenly becoming true. Of course his tongue never stopped it's movements and she quickly felt the errant digit return to her body. Albeit a little bit further back and pressed against something much tighter than her pussy. There was hardly enough time to gasp before his thoroughly soaked finger was pushing against her asshole with a gentle insistence. Her whole body instinctively tensed at the unexpected sensation but a sudden, powerful quiver brought on by his playful attention to her clit inadvertently pushed her right down onto his tip. Rising to the tips of her toes for a split second Anne came back down a moment later to find Frost's finger waiting for her. In an instant it popped inside her ass without any ceremony whatsoever and once it had she could only wonder why she'd been unsure about it in the first place. That same, wonderful blend of sensations that accompanied his penetration of her slit was present in droves as he wriggled deeper into her ass. Perhaps even more so thanks to her added sensitivity.

Little did she know he wasn't pushing his finger deeper like a normal being would, rather it was extending outwards to form a gradually widening icicle inside her ass. It's generally smooth but slightly ribbed nature felt really good rubbing against her inner walls. Enough for her to not really notice how obviously different it was from when he'd been fingering her pussy. The way it felt pressing against her any time he moved it in a direction other than up should have tipped her off. But she was far too engrossed in the feeling of having something inside her butt to really think critically. Like everything else he'd done Frost's new efforts filled her with an astonishingly perfect blend of pleasure accentuated by discomfort.  Anne caught on eventually, right around the time six or so inches had pushed their way inside her ass and there seemed to be no end in sight. She almost looked back to try and confirm her suspicions before realizing how pointless such an attempt would have been. Although she did look down at Frost with a wry smile. Probably as a result of how much experience he had with such things the icicle he was creating never grew large enough to cause her any soreness while at the same time always staying just big enough to stretch her near virginal hole out in a way that made her toes curl. At times she could even feel it pushing hard enough against the thin wall separating her ass from her pussy for the cold to permeate both holes at once. Assuming his tongue was currently buried inside her slit, when that was the case she barely noticed the icicle's addition to her already substantial pleasure. And in keeping with his mysterious nature just as she was starting to wonder how deep he was really going to go Frost stopped. She took a few seconds to properly register both that fact and just how far he'd actually slid into her asshole.

“Oh God it's so deep!” Anne moaned, thrilled at being able to say that and mean it for the first time in her life.

“I'm glad you like it so much!” Frost replied, her fluids glistening on his already sparkling face, “Do you want me to pull out?”

“No . . . leave it in please!”

“Of course!”

“I had no idea—oh my God!”

Apparently taking her desires to something of a logical extreme Frost snapped off the icicle portion of his finger inside her ass. With a simple flick of his wrist he broke off the entire thing within her and pulled his hand away. For a split second her hole was left spread open by his sudden departure and the presence of the widest end of the icicle inside her. But then her body reflexively tightened and it was swallowed up without any outward sign that anything had been there. Save a couple droplets of water leaking out of her like little beads of cum. Anne gasped at the sensation, amazed by how different it felt when there wasn't anything but her own contracting inner walls to keep it in place. She immediately started to shiver, not from the cold as one might expect but rather the pleasure. Frost's tongue had only left her pussy long enough for him to speak and it was now back to enthusiastically working every inch of her pussy. Since his hand was no longer needed to play with her asshole he was free to start groping and fondling her buttocks instead. Something she'd also wanted him to do but evidently had no need to actually request. She couldn't help but smile at how eagerly he went about his tasks, his enjoyment was so palpable it was infectious. The grin plastered onto her face only widened the longer he remained lapping up her fluids and tonguing her pussy with such wonderful efficiency. Even when her expression took on a slightly more warped look as the sensations started to layer over one another she never stopped feeling delighted by his cheer. Although she was drifting remarkably close after several uninterrupted minutes of cunnilingus during which she could do nothing but grind against him and pant like a bitch in heat. Indeed it was hard for much of anything besides steadily growing ecstasy to properly register in the face of such an onslaught. Though there were certainly enough signs to his magical nature already the sheer, unrelenting pace at which he licked her pussy was perhaps one of the most obvious signs. Any normal man or woman would've grown tired operating at the pace he was maintained. Not that she'd ever been with a woman.

Just as she was about ready to surrender to the pleasure assaulting her Frost suddenly retreated. From her pussy and the rest of her body entirely. She gasped and looked down only to find herself staring at the cock she'd molded for him instead of his face. It twitched just like a real one and rubbed gently against her outer folds. Anne slowly lifted her head to stare up at Frost, confusion evident in every line on her face. His intentions were unimaginably clear but in the handful of moments right after he stopped her brain simply refused to process it. Even as the pleasure returned when his member rubbed pleasingly against her outer folds. Soon enough his intent managed to pierce the haze surrounding her mind and she realized it was time for the main course. Absolutely delighted by the prospect she clumsily wriggled out of her leggings so she'd have plenty of room to maneuver while he stepped back to give her some room. The very moment she was able to open her legs as wide as she wanted Anne lifted one of them up while shakily balancing on the other. His cold, gentle hand slid beneath her knee to keep her propped up while he gently pushed his cock into her pussy. With how wet and aroused she was it was no effort at all for him to slide more than half of his shaft inside her in a single push. The expected but still chilling temperature of his prick couldn't stop his progress despite how wildly she clamped down around him. Frost waited a moment and smiling at her furrowed brow, opened mouth, and glassy eyes. His pause lasted just long enough for her to start feeling an urgent need for him to keep going. As soon as that desire entered her mind he pushed the rest of his cock inside her and stopped yet again. This time Anne felt nothing but pleasure and satisfaction. She'd never had both her ass and pussy filled at the same time, unless one counted the occasional probing finger, and it was quite a treat to experience. She hardly even noticed the cold as her orgasm started to resurface again.

A few seconds after he came to a stop for the second time Frost started pulling back. Only instead of stopping at only point his member slid out until it was almost entirely free of her pussy. Just before it could emerge completely he smoothly changed direction and pushed back inside her. His cock disappeared all the way to the base while she quivered. Using his free hand to hold onto her waist he started pulling her just a little bit towards him each time he slid back into her warm cunt, the last inch or so of his member gliding into her quite nicely. That soon proved to be his starting rhythm and it was one she was absolutely thrilled with. He moved just slow enough for her to really enjoy each thrust yet fast enough for her pleasure to never quite fade between movements. Minutes passed with a perfectly building crescendo she was barely able to appreciate over her own pleasure. Which, in a way, was like a form of appreciation. Except her way had vastly more messy results, vocal appreciation, and lewd thought. In fact the only issue was the unrelenting coldness of his hands against her skin. Somehow that proved just a little too much to bear despite everything else. But despite the first bout of genuine discomfort Anne refused to stop their fun for anything. Instead she simply removed her gloves and handed them to Frost. He put them on as quickly as he could while continued to pump back and forth inside her. When his hands returned to her waist and the underside of her knee she felt nothing bot his firm grasp. Both of them smiled at one another and he started moving with more vigor than ever. He start to fuck her less like a lover and more like a horny prom date, something Anne was all too happy to enjoy. Hell she'd even been wondering if or when he was gonna start moving like that. Unsurprisingly getting really pounded with something buried in her ass was quite a treat.

It didn't take long for the unexpected benefit of having a regular old icicle stuffed up her butt to start taking effect. As her body heat melted the makeshift dildo water started seeping out of her ass in a way that was both maddening and quite pleasurable. It felt kind of like being tortured with her own ecstasy in a manner Anne had never dreamed of. Her body started to actively pushed and squeeze the icicle buried inside it, little jets of water spraying from her hole in the same way similar, but much more gooey fluids were gushing out of her pussy. Quite by accident she found herself completely obsessed with the sensations echoing outward from her ass, to such a degree she hardly noticed how close she was to a climax until it was upon her. A split second before she teetered over the edge into some much needed gratification Frost unexpected lifted her other leg off the ground. Holding it in the same manner as the first one he held her aloft and pounded away with unrestricted access. Anne was forced to grab his broad shoulders as she was overwhelmed by the feelings. Her eyes shut tight and her mouth opened wide while water streamed from her ass like she'd sprung a leak. It wasn't as copious as the juices seeping from her pussy but it was far more constant and almost more pleasurable. Melting faster than a regular icicle should Anne felt like she'd just  been given some sort of delayed enema and in the wake of her orgasm it was all being released at once. Had she been experiencing a full, mind shattering climax it probably would've sprayed out of her in one sudden gush. But since her pleasure was only fantastic instead of all encompassing each blast was reserved for moments of particularly strong quivering. Much like her equally sloppy released on and around his cock. Gushing out of both ends in the manner she was quickly became Anne's favorite sensation of the evening. She'd never felt more slutty and more messy than that. Without even trying she'd ended up indulging the long dormant but always present desire to, just once, act like a total whore during sex. And to be treated kind of like one too.

Once most of the water still sloshing around inside her ass had been squirted out by her still furiously contracting inner walls Anne was free to fully enjoy his cock without any other distractions. She couldn't be happier about how big she'd made him. Much like the icicle he'd pushed into her butt his dick was just the right size to keep her perpetually on the edge of discomfort without every being too much to handle. It fit rather nicely with the constant ache and much more prominent pleasure she felt from the cold and his constant motion. Although they weren't quite as realistic as she'd have liked his balls still did a fantastic job of slapping wetly against her flesh with every thrust. The sound was unexpectedly realistic too and anytime she managed to notice it among all the other noises being made she always let out a small giggle. In more ways than one she felt almost like an adult film actress in the middle of a scene. Something she never thought about before but greatly enjoyed now that she had. All in all it was a pretty delightful experience as she was relentlessly pounded by what amounted to a children's character paradoxically made for sex. So far the only real downside about fucking a snowman was how unlikely it would be that they'd get a proper, messy finish. While it was usually the last hurrah of an otherwise unsatisfying experience Anne never failed to enjoy the feeling of cum splashing across her face, breasts, or being pumped deep inside her. It was one of the little joys she loved independent of who she was with. But considering how good everything else had been with Frost missing out on a such a thing was a minor loss compared to everything else. The only reason it was occurring to her at all was because he'd already lasted twice as long as most guys and seemed poised to keep fucking her until she broke. Or maybe his cock broke off inside her. Either way she was more than happy to ride him all the way there, moaning and climaxing the whole time.

A second or two after those thoughts popped into her head Frost suddenly exclaimed, “I'm cumming miss Anne!”

She managed a slightly taken aback “okay” before it was too late to do anything else but experience his orgasm. Not quite cum not quite water exploded into Anne's pussy, the strange liquid gushing deep inside of her as Frost's mitten covered hands gripped her waist tight. His icy hips slammed against her puffy red slit a few more times before the full length of his shaft was buried inside her. She cried out much louder than she meant to at the fittingly strange yet intoxicating sensation assaulting her. Much like everything else that'd come with fucking a living snowman his ejaculate was a rampant mixture of pleasure and pain. The stinging coldness of his fluids stood at odds with and somehow complimented the way it made her inner walls spasm like she was being electrocuted. A hearty amount managed to seep even deeper inside her after he pushed forward one final time and getting to experience such a strange concoction swirling around in her womb was something else entirely. Anne's eyes rolled backwards and she had to grit her teeth to keep from waking the whole neighborhood with the sounds of her unrepentant pleasure. Almost as if it was responding to what he'd started her pussy squirted thick, gooey strands of her fluids all across his body. Streaks of it splashed across the jacket he was wearing while the rest joined the cum oozing from her slit in large quantities. Because for all their other strengths apparently magical, well endowed snowmen also had incredibly copious orgasms. So copious in fact his seed was spraying out of her from pressure alone, though her constantly trembling inner walls certainly aided it along whenever it all lined up. Otherwise it was simply the incredible volume of his load that saw her enjoying the messiest and most strangely pleasurable finale to sex she'd every experienced. And with no chance of getting pregnant she was free to bask in the feeling of fresh cum swirling around inside her or oozing back out when he finally started to pull away. Little did she know Frost had no intention of ending it there and about halfway through the process he slammed his dick back inside of her. But despite how good it felt Anne was beginning to feel a bit more of the negative side of having sex with a frozen cock.

After two more thrusts she knew she wouldn't be able to go for another round. No matter how badly she might have wanted another orgasm it just wasn't possible. “I-I-I c-c-can't t-t-t-ake anym-m-m-more!” She said through chattering teeth.

“Oh! I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable!” He replied, hastily withdrawing his cock.

“N-no you w-w-were fine!”

Shaking both from the cold and her own orgasm Anne slowly returned to the support of her own feet and shakily attempted to grab her leggings off the porch, “C-could you help me?”

“Certainly! Just sit down for a moment and I'll retrieve your clothes!”

With some difficulty she followed his instructions and he gathered her discarded bottoms. Since he was looking away she took the chance to push as much of his cum out of her as she could. As good as it felt she was fairly certain his fluids were the reason she was suddenly so unbearably cold and evacuating her pussy was about the only solution she could think of. Unfortunately the process ended up being humiliatingly loud and feel uncannily like she was urinating. Only the liquid gushing out of her also elicited pleasured shivers and was much thicker than water. Frost had the good manners to pretend like gather her leggings and panties was taking all his attention, not to mention three times longer than it should've, while she was busy soiling herself and trying not to moan at the same time. When he finally did lift his head the last of his cum had dribbled out of her and onto the porch, or at least the last of what would be leaving her body. He handed Anne the clothes he'd gathered and she took them with a sheepish word of thanks. It took a fair bit of squirming and shaking to get them back on but once they were she started to feel quite a bit warmer. Even if the cum still inside her prevented the chill from fully going away. Frost sat down beside her once she was finished and both of them looked out at the picturesque scene in before them.

“I didn't know a snowman could climax . . .” She remarked in an attempt to break what she thought of as an awkward silence.

“Well I knew that's what you wanted Miss Anne.” He cheerfully replied.

“How did you know that?”

“I could sense it!”

“Oh . . . well that's embarrassing.”

“Why?”

“It . . . it just is.”

“Well I don't think you have anything to be embarrassed about!”

“Really?” Anne said with a sardonic grin.

“Of course not! After all, you put this hat on my head and nobody ever does that unless—”

“Wait, the hat is what made you . . . capable? It wasn't because I made you a penis out of snow?”

“Well that made it easier!” Frost grinned, “But the hat is how I knew what you wanted!”

“So you mean if I'd put on a different magical hat we wouldn't have just had sex?”

“That's right! You didn't know that?”

“No I did not.”

“Oh . . . well I'm glad there wasn't a mix up this time!”

Laughing at the look of relief on his face Anne shook her head and asked, “Do you get a lot of mix ups?”

“More than I'd like.” Frost admitted, looking down at his lap in embarrassment.

“What happens when there's a mix up?”

“I take my hat off and become a regular snowman again.”

“Do the people get the right hat afterwards?”

“No. Mostly they just run away . . .”

“That seems like a really bad way to do things.”

“It is.” He looked at her with a grin, “But I don't make the rules! And as long as whoever put the hat on my head is satisfied I'm happy!”

“Jesus . . . I don't even know what to say!”

“We can say goodnight! I'm sure you're quite tired and I don't want to keep you up!”

“Yeah I am kind of tired.” She leaned forward a little and looked at him, “What happens when I go inside?”

“Well I don't wish to tell you what to do miss Anne but making a nice cup of cocoa and falling asleep in front of the fire is a lovely way to end your day.”

“Right. I meant what happens to you when I go inside?”

“Oh! Well I'll sit right here and wait.”

“For what?”

“For you to come back!”

“You don't have . . . like . . . other things you wanna do?”

“No miss! I'm here for you!”

“Well that's . . . actually kind of sweet.”

“Thank you!”

Anne stood up and shivered as a little more cum dribbled out of her, “Should I take your hat off or something? Would that put you to sleep . . . or something?”

“Oh no that won't be necessary! Unless, do you want the hat back?”

Frost immediately lifted the cap off his head and went as inert as a pile of snow. Anne quickly put it back and said, “No that's all right. You can keep it. I guess I'll see you tomorrow!”

“Sleep well miss Anne!”

“You too Frost.”

Waving at him because she had no idea what else to do Anne walked into her house, pausing only to glance back at him before shutting the door. When he offered a merry wave and wide smile she felt slightly better about just leaving him on the porch overnight. It wasn't like he was going to freeze to death or anything. Considering what he was she couldn't even be certain he was capable of dying. And the moment that thought popped into her head she locked the deadbolt. Yet despite her mild trepidation she still took his advice and made herself a cup of cocoa before bed. Everything that'd happened was so surreal enjoying something as nice and down to earth as hot chocolate was strangely grounding. She didn't have any firewood to fulfill the second part of Frost's suggestion so Anne went upstairs to her bedroom instead. Part of her felt reasonably certain she would wake up with everything after she had a nip of schnapps being nothing but a hazy dream. The other part kind of hoped it wouldn't be just for the sheer insanity and wonder of it all. Eventually she fell asleep bouncing between the two options and the various ramifications that came with each one.

The next morning Anne woke with  a bit of cotton mouth and the irritating sound of her son's pounding on her bedroom door, “What is it?!” She exclaimed, turning her head towards the sound but moving no other part of her body.

With a click her door opened and Matt's head appeared in the crack, “We're gonna be late!”

“Late for what?”

“The sale? You said we had to buy Aunt Jackie and Aunt Linda presents before—”

“Oh shit!” Lurching into a sitting position she checked her bedside clock and groaned, “I'll be downstairs in a second!”

“You always say that and then we're late!” Johnny quipped.

“Keep mouthing off and Johnny'll get his games back a month before you do!”

“Hey that's not fair!”

“Sounds pretty fair to me.”

Her door shut and her sons continued to argue. She listened to their fading voices as she climbed out of bed and pulled off her clothes. Grabbing the first comfortable, weather appropriate thing she could find Anne hurried downstairs and into the entryway. Her boys were still arguing about something but she ignored them and pulled the door open. All of them stepped onto the porch while she locked the door and it was with barely a thought that she looked sideways at the snowman seated nearby. For a split second she didn't think anything of it as other thoughts pervaded her mind but once she caught sight of the rather large erection sprouting from his waist everything came flooding back. Her jaw nearly hit the ground. Unfortunately her son also noticed the addition and before she could do a thing he was pointing at it like a toddler and hitting his brother.

“Woah!” Matt laughed, “Did you give him a dick?”

“No! I thought it was you!”

“I didn't do it!”

With awestruck expressions they slowly turned towards their mother and in the time it took them to face her Anne managed to hide her surprise and adopt an air of casualness, “I have no idea how it got there.”

Without waiting for them she walked off the porch and towards the car while Johnny and Matt followed closely, “When'd you do that?”

“How'd you get it to look so realistic?”

“Isn't Mrs. Killian gonna complain about it?”

“Oh yeah she's definitely gonna complain!”

“Oh well.” Anne replied as she climbed into the car. She grinned at the looks on her son's faces and cast a sidelong glance at her porch. For a split second she saw that familiar twinkle where his eyes should have been and unless she was mistaken his hat tipped towards her in a most gentlemanly fashion. When she blinked everything was back to normal but she knew what she saw. “Hey boys . . . how about I drop you guys off at the movies after we finish shopping?”

“That'd be awesome ma!”

“Yeah thanks!”

“You're welcome. It'll give me a chance to do some work on the porch . . .”