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"A Nuptse Winter Gone By"

Jen lay back on her bed and exhaled a stream of smoke from the cigarette she had just lit. She was dressed only in a black bra and panties, though she wasn’t cold. The temperature had risen as spring approached and Jen had even had her bedroom window open for a few hours, the first time she had done this in months.

She stared across the room at the jacket. It hung on a hanger over a hook she had placed into a bare spot on the far wall of the room. She had long ceased hanging the jacket in her closet with the rest of her clothes. It deserved a place of honour, this incredibly smooth, shiny black jacket, so round and puffy, so tightly stitched together by its makers at The North Face.

Jen had worn the jacket every day this past winter since she had first bought it, starting with a ski trip in which she first became aware of its awesome powers to seduce the opposite sex. Since that day many men had fallen under the spell of the legendary Nuptse jacket, and she never tired of seeing guys’ reactions when she walked into a room dressed in her ultra-tight blue jeans and her puffy North Face zipped up tight to her neck, long blonde hair flowing behind. It never took long to figure out which guys would become slaves to the Nuptse jacket.

It was simple, really. Jen was approached by many men when she sat at a bar (or any public place for that matter) but the Nuptse fetishists would always reveal themselves to her quickly- they would invariably comment on her jacket. Any guy that made no comment on Jen’s Nuptse within the first few minutes of meeting her didn’t stand a chance.

And it would always start innocently enough. A banal “Hello” or some such greeting would open the conversation, and then a minute or so later, “Hey I gotta say, I really like that jacket.” Or some such comment. Jen’s eyes would light up and she would decide within the next 5 minutes if the potential suitor would be granted the opportunity to really experience Jen and her jacket.

Many had that winter. Jen only accepted the ones who were really into the jacket. The ones who couldn’t stop staring at the smoothness and the roundness of her puffed sleeves and torso. Those ones couldn’t help but show their obsession with the Nuptse, no matter how they tried to act normal around one, and those were the guys Jen took home.

The routine never varied too much. Jen would get naked with the fortunate male, and then put her jacket back on, causing the guys erection to throb and stiffen even more, and the guy to pant desperately as he commented on how the jacket looked on Jen. Minutes later Jen would be pinned against the wall, the guy thrusting frantically into her from behind, hands rubbing the shiny nylon covering her body while they moaned, “Oh God Jen that JACKET!! God it’s so hot on you I can’t take it!” And they couldn’t take it either- most of them came within the first two or three minutes, sometimes sooner. That suited Jen just fine- she wasn’t through with them yet. She would lie them down on her bed while they looked up at her in her shining jacket. Sometimes she would zip it up slowly for effect and stare at them with smouldering eyes. And always within a few seconds of this they would be rock hard again and ready to go. And once they were, Jen would remove her Nuptse and begin the process of encasing her captives head in it. It was something she had perfected- and no guy had ever protested being placed into Jen’s Nuptse bondage. She would fold the jacket carefully in half and wrap it around the head. Then she would bring the sleeves around and tie them off tightly, imprisoning the poor guys head in a tightly bundled package of shiny black nylon. She knew she had it tied tightly enough when their soft whimper of pleasure would turn into a muffled, “Mmmpphh! Mmmph!” The she would take their hands in hers and spread their arms across the bed while she mounted them- their swollen stiff pricks entering deeply into her wet vagina. Then she would ride them furiously, their muffled Nuptse-stifled moans getting louder and louder, until she herself had such an overwhelming orgasm she would dismount and collapse on the bed beside them, lighting up a cigarette and smoking it entirely before she finally released them- red-faced and gasping desperately for air- from their thick, puffy nylon prison.

One of her favourite sessions from two weeks ago involved a boy of only 18 she had picked up in a coffee house downtown. Much to her delight he had walked in wearing a black Nuptse jacket of his own, and their mutual taste in clothes had made for an easy introduction. The poor boy was obviously overwhelmed by his desire to have Jen, his Nuptse-clad dream girl, and within an hour of meeting they were on their way to Jen’s place. As they walked along, both in their puffy black Nuptse’s, Jen couldn’t help but smile as she planned their time together in her head. For waiting at home was another Nuptse jacket- her friend Jody’s shiny red one. Jen had asked to borrow it and though Jody found the request somewhat odd given their difference in height (Jody wore a size small) and the fact that Jen already had one, she had agreed to let Jen have it for a few days. Now Jen could barely control her delight- three Nuptse’s!!

Once they were in the room and both naked she instructed the boy, Brandon, not to make a sound. He nodded agreeably. She then pulled her own black Nuptse back on, zipping it up as high as it would go. Brandon’s eyes widened at the sight. Jen then took Brandon’s Nuptse jacket and instructed him to put out his arms. He did so obediently, and she took the jacket with the back facing her and put his arms through, pulling it around his body so it was now on backwards. She zipped it up high as well, so the back of the collar covered Brandon’s lower jaw. She then ordered him to cross his Nuptse covered arms over his chest. Once he did this, Jen produced a roll of silver duct tape and tightly wrapped it around Brandon’s body- immobilizing his torso completely in his own Nuptse! But Jen was far from finished. She commanded Brandon to lie back on her bed and she took Jody’s red Nuptse and zipped it up around Brandon’s legs, where it fit rather snugly. To complete the effect she wrapped the sleeves around and tied them off. Next was his head. She removed her own jacket and folded it carefully, saying, “Now take a deep breath!” Then she thrust it tightly onto his face, pressing the smooth nylon down hard, and then tied off the sleeves as tightly as possible. Brandon’s moans were so muffled she could barely hear them underneath all that nylon and down fill. Jen’s eyes gleamed wickedly as she gazed at her tightly packaged Nuptse prisoner. The boy was covered head to toe Nuptse jackets and totally at the mercy of Jen, who had never been more aroused. She stood back, eyes wide, and lit a cigarette while she continued to eye her Nuptse package, her arousal growing by the second. Finally she could take no more, and she stabbed out her cig in the nearby ashtray and mounted Brandon’s massively swollen pink cock, visible between the black and red Nuptse jackets, and thrust herself on top of him. Jen’s orgasm came quickly that day, like thunder deep inside her, but she was far from done. She would dismount and take quick smoke breaks prior to mounting his helpless form again and again, once getting off him a split second before a geyser of thick white cum shot out of him and landed across the shining black jacket that imprisoned him. His breathless moan was especially loud that time, and Jen decided she had best loosen his head package to allow a few breaths. He gulped them in deeply and frantically, and she tied the jacket as tight as ever and rubbed his red cock until it was as stiff as ever, and re-mounted him. Jen finally released him from his Nuptse bondage some time later, his face now as red as his deflated penis (he had orgasmed four times, twice in her and twice onto his own jacket) . She dismissed him with little fanfare and fell into a deep sleep, ignoring the humming throb from between her legs. He had shuffled off, pulling his Nuptse on without even attempting to clean off the many cum stains across the back.

And so it had been quite a winter. Jen was depressed at the thought of warm weather and not being able to show off her incredible jacket for a few months. She decided then and there that she hated summer. Her one consolation came in the recent discovery of how much pleasure she was able to get from her own jacket- guys or no guys. And now she crushed out the remains of her cigarette and rose from her bed. She removed the jacket off its hanger, and pulled it on, feeling the smooth nylon lining press against her bare skin. She zipped the jacket up tight and lay back on the bed. With her left hand caressing her nylon covered torso, she placed her right hand between her legs. It had become moist so quickly! She carefully manipulated her fingers around her clitoris and with her left hand rubbed the huge puffy jacket ever harder, all the while saying softly to herself, “Oh God I am just so hot in this jacket!”. It would be a long summer she realized, but she would get by…

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