Page 3Snowbound, Page 4
By Leslie Schmidt
At about four o'clock Bill woke up, he and Marie were intertwined still, her leg over his, an arm across his chest, hand on his shoulder, head on the other. Bill thought for a few moments, remembering the incredible experience of screwing his little cousin. Then he realized something else. Normally, with women, after a while their weight became uncomfortable laying on him. His arm was under her but she didn't make it get pins and needles. Then he realized that she must weigh less than 70 pounds.
He craned his neck to look down at her. Her breathing was slow and shallow, druel ran out of the side of her mouth and onto his shoulder. Her hair was messed up, making a gauzy covering to her face. He was warm and comfortable, all he wanted to do was stay.
Outside the light was getting dim, the room was lit by a weak steel light through the icy snow on the window. He knew it was cold as shit out there, it would be a miserable night at the Jewel Osco. At least the snow would keep most customers away. He began to work his way out from under his new little lover. He got on his hands and knees next to her, then backed down the bed, leaving it by the foot.
Marie stirred. “Ohhh....” she said in a disappointed sounding voice, “I was so nice and warm.”
He stood at the foot of the bed. “I need to go to work—it'll take fifteen minutes to dig the truck out.”
Marie rolled onto her back, throwing the covers off and stretching like a cat, arching her back, pushing her sex up for Bill to see. “That sucks.”
Bill surveyed her body, flat chest and belly, lovely bare pussy. There were dry white flakes around her crack and on the insides of her thighs. “We'll take this back up when I get off.”
“I'll be waiting,” Marie said.
Bill walked back up and leaned down and kissed Marie. Their tongues met and she reached up and put an arm around his neck. “What happens if you don't go?”
“I get canned.”
“Too bad!” she said with a pout.
Bill went to the door and started picking up his clothes, then started dressing. “I get off at 10. Sometimes they close early.”
“OK,” she pouted.
After he got his clothes on, he went down stairs and then, after putting on a jacket, cap and gloves, went out the back door to the garage. He had to wade through more than a two feet of snow to the door. When he pushed the button the garage door opened to a low wall of snow. He climbed in the truck and started it, then got out and took the shovel down.
He had six feet of 18 inch high snow, then a berm of three feet to make it to the alley. He had cleared the first foot when Marie appeared next to him and started helping. In ten minutes they and enough cleared that the truck would make it through. “Thanks,” he said as he draped his arms over her shoulders and kissed her.
“It's cold,” Marie said.
“Well, get back in the house.”
Marie turned and went through the door into the yard, he watched through the window as she went up the stairs into the house, imagining what she looked like naked. He smiled when he thought about what was going to happen after work. He got in the truck and shifted it into reverse. It took him three runs at it, in four wheel drive, before he broke through the ice and snow into the alley. Then it was only a five minute drive to the store.
When she got inside, Marie pulled off her coat, boots, and snow pants. Now she had on a long-sleeved t-shirt, panties, and socks. Marie went into the kitchen and raided the fridge. There was some left over chicken from the night before, plus a bowl of mashed potatoes. These went around in the microwave while she searched the channels until she found “The Deadliest Catch” and settled on the sofa cross-legs with a plate on her lap. She was really hungry. After there was nothing left but bones and a few traces of spuds, she went back into the kitchen and returned with a container of yogurt. This was followed a few minutes later by Oreos and Coke. When the show ended she realized that the sour smell she was getting small wifs of was her—she put her hand down into her panties and then sniffed her fingers—whooo! She remembered comments other girls had made about what happens after a boy leaves his stuff down there. She headed for the bathroom.
As the tub filled, Marie looked around under the sink and found a bottle of Mr. Bubbles. The tub exploded in a froth of white and she settled into water that was just a bit too hot to be entirely comfortable. She lay back as the foam rose to her chin, she even got occasional tastes of soap when a bubble would burst and send a drop onto her lips. She used her toes to turn off the water, then sighed. The house was silent except for the soft wooshing sound of the furnace. Through the vents she heard the click of the gas being turned off, then a couple of minutes later the blower died. The house was silent except for the occasional pop of the heating ducts cooling and a slow hiss as bubbles broke in her bathtub.
She was dreamily laying half asleep when suddenly she was overcome with a shock. Suddenly she realized what had happened. She had gone all the way! She was no longer a virgin! She was shocked by the realization. She knew only one other girl in her class that wasn't a virgin. She had done something that she could never take back, she would never be a little girl again. She was a little awed, shocked and scared by what she had done. With a wave of anxiety she realized what Billy could do to her reputation. If he told his friends she knew it'd get down to her school. Maybe things would be different at Mathews Middle School but at Crown Elementary, where she had one more grade to go, the other girls would be really nasty to her.
Well, she'd have to talk to Billy about it. Make sure he kept it a secret!
But then, as her mind wandered, she remembered what it was like. It was so warm, rocking back and forth, the feeling of being filled with him, his chest against hers, arms around each other, the warm embrace.
Under water, she started to rub herself, remembering her first fuck, imagining that Bill was there, on top of her now, his cock deep inside her, her legs wrapped around his hips.
She pushed a finger inside herself, then another. Then she remembered the vibrator that Vickie had had—she really wished she had it because, now that she had something to compare, the tool was much more like the real thing. Even as she was building she thought about what might be around that she could use, something about the size and shape of Billy's cock.
On the edge of the bathtub there was a bottle of shampoo that was a round bottle with a hemispherical top that made it close to the right shape. But it was really a lot larger than Billy or the vibrator. Also, when she thought about it, the seam between the screw-on top and the body might scratch her. Even worse, what if the top came off? Then she remembered something. In the drawer next to the sink was a tooth brush case. The bottom was rounded off, just like the dildo, there were no seams, it was just one smooth piece, except that it was slightly flattened.
She climbed out of the tub, dripping on the floor. In the mirror she saw that the white bubbles were clinging to her, making streaks down her chest and belly, more on her arms and she had a little goatee of foam on her chin. She giggled at herself and then dug through the drawer. There were two, one blue the other orange. She pulled the end off the orange one, it was empty, then she replaced the top.
She stepped back into the hot water and sat down in the bubbles. This time she started rubbing the smooth plastic along her slit. It slid easily in the water and felt really good. Then she slid down in the tub, her head in the water and her knees sticking up. She experimentally spread her pussy lips with two fingers and, with the other hand, pushed the tooth brush case up into her self. She was thrilled that it went in so easily. She squirmed with pleasure, feeling her cunt filled by the plastic. She let it go and just lay there, her hands on her hips, with the new feeling of having her vaginal cavity filled.
After a minute laying there, not moving, not touching the phallus she had pushed into herself, she began to wonder. She reached down and gently pushed on it. It seemed to move a little deeper into her but then she felt a pressure and some stretching as it reached the top. She grasped it with her thumb and finger, right up against her pussy lips and then pulled it out to measure how deep she was. Looking, she guessed that it had been 3 ½ or 4 inches inside her. Then she experimentally pushed her middle finger inside herself bending down so she could reach, and pushed it in as far as she could. She felt the top of her vagina and the bump there, although she didn't know what that was. Then she moved her finger around it and felt a small indentation in the middle of the bump. That's when she remembered seeing a drawing—that was her cervix and the indentation was the opening to her womb.
“Huh,” she said to herself.
She explored the lining of her vagina more, it was soft and smooth and very sensitive. A couple of times she felt scratching from her fingernail, she'd have to be careful. She pulled her finger out slightly and, as she bent it, trying to get a better idea of what her vagina was like, a huge shudder went through her. She wiggled her finger against that spot again and an electric jolt of pleasure shot into her belly, down her thighs, and up to her nipples.
She crooked her finger more, rubbing against a spot just inside the entrance, just behind her clit and had another jolt of pleasure. Now she stopped thinking about exploration and just concentrated on what she had found. She slid down even further in the tub, her head in the water, her knees sticking up, spread wide, using her index finger to massage this new sensitive place. She started rubbing her clit with her thumb, gently squeezing the fleshy structures between her thumb and finger, moving them around, and she was almost instantly crashed by an overwhelming force that rocked her, made her entire body writhe, shivering her entire torso, down her legs and up into her throat. Her rocking became so strong that water slopped out of the tub and onto the floor.
She relaxed in a hot pink attitude, breathing hard. She was now way too hot. Her heart was pounding in her throat, she could hear it in her ears. With shaky legs she climbed to her feet and opened the drain, then she closed the curtain and showered off.
She dried herself, then wrapped in the towel, and went down the hall to her room. That's when she realized how silly it was to be covering up—she was alone in the house but still, by habit, had a towel wrapped around herself. With a smile, she dropped the towel on the hallway floor and went down the stairs. She sat down on the sofa and searched the channels, finding “Scrubs.” Then she settled into an evening of TV watching, covered in a blanket against the chill when the furnace was off, throwing it to the side when the furnace cycled on.
At about 9:30 the back door, off the kitchen, opened and Billy came in, stomping snow off his boots.
“How was work?” Marie called from the living room.
“Fucking cold!” Bill came into the living room, stripping off his coat, he had left his boots on the mat in the kitchen.
“Well, it's nice and warm here.” Marie threw off the blanket. She was laying on the couch, her head propped up on one arm. One of her feet was on the floor, her other leg bent, knee up against the back. From where Bill was, at the closet, he could see up her spread legs and her hairless pussy, pulled slightly open.
His face broke into a shit-eating grin. “Can I climb in?” He pulled his sweater and tee shirt off as one, then started working at his belt and fly.
After he had stepped out of his pants he walked over to the sofa and stood over her, his cock standing out above the girl. He reached down and ran his finger along her little-girl slit, parting the soft lips, rubbing the cleft of flesh between.
Marie felt a wave of relaxation pass over her. She reached up with her right hand and took Bill's cock, stroking it inside her fist. Bill pushed his finger lower and then bent it, pushing into his cousin's cunt, watching it disappear inside her. She was remarkably wet, owing to the fact that, just before he had arrived, Marie had been absent-mindedly fingering herself, maintaining a low level of arousal in anticipation of Bill's coming home.
Bill had spent his entire shift in a bit of a sexual frenzy, thinking, dreaming, about what awaited him when he got home. He had thought a lot about what he wanted to do, different positions and sensations, the places they might fuck (too bad it was winter, he had always wanted to get it on under the moon at a certain picnic area on Round Lake, he had also always wanted to reenact the closing scenes from “Risky Business”). Now, he desperately wanted to go down on Marie, lick her clean and hairless cunt.
“Here, turn this way,” he said, pulling on her knee and turning the girl so her legs hung off the couch. Bill knelt down and then leaned over his cousin and kissed her. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and was pleased by her first, tentative, flirtations with hers. They both opened their mouths, Marie put one of her hands on the back of Bill's neck, the other on his side, then pushed it up and over his back.
Bill had his hands on her thighs, down by her knees where he had pulled her, positioning her on the sofa. Now he brought them up, along her hips and sides, holding her waist. A couple of times his cock head brushed against her pussy.
Marie reached down with one of her hands, taking his cock and began to pull it down towards her snatch, at the same time, slouching down further on the couch.
“Not so fast little one,” Bill said, breaking their kiss and straightening up. He rocked back on his heels, pulling his dick out of her grasp, and then bent down to her cunt. The smoothness of her preteen pussy was wonderful, no course hair, and she didn't have the strong smell of his girlfriends. She smelled like the Irish Spring soap his mother bought and had only the mildest of musky taste. He ran his tongue along her slit and was rewarded by a sigh as she spread her legs further and lifted her hips up to meet him. He pushed his tongue at the opening of her cunt, Marie moaned a low “oh” and closed her eyes.
Bill only had to lick and suck for a short time before Marie humped hard up into his face and grabbed the sides of his head, shoving him against her cunt. She broke out into a sweat and Bill felt a sudden increase in her moistness.
He lifted up, looking down at his little ten-year-old cousin spread beneath him, waiting to take his cock in her smooth pussy. He spread the pink pussy lips apart with his thumbs and, with steady pressure, watched as half his dick slid up into the fourth grader.
Holding her hips, he moved back and fourth, pulling back until just the head was in her cunt, then pushing in, filling her, pushing to the top her her vagina. He fucked her like this for a while, moved his hands up to her shoulders while she did the same, looking intently into his eyes as she took her cousin's cock inside her.
Bill was building fast. Occasionally he'd look down at the sight of his dick inside the girl, then he'd look back into her face as it slowly became more tense with her breathing— beads of sweat appearing on her forehead and upper lip. He had to stop soon, take a rest, or he was going to loose it much to soon. He pulled Marie up against him, wrapping his arms around her small shoulders, then lifted her, impaled on his dick, and spun around so he was now sitting.
“Oh!” Marie giggled as she assumed the superior position with her knees on the couch, straddling her cousin's hips.
At first tentatively, but then with more vigor, Marie started to rock back and forth, moving Bill's cock in and out of her pussy. “Oh..ho...ho,” she giggled in a low voice. “I like this...” she said as she learned how to fuck, to control the action.
Bill sank down more on the couch so, now with his chin in his chest, he could watch his cock part her lips and move inside her. Marie put her hands on his shoulders and straightened up further as she lifted and fell faster.
“Oh, God...” she gasped as she built more and more towards climax, now putting her hands up behind her head, arching her back.
Bill looked up at her stretching herself above him and was surprised to see that her little girl nipples, until now just slightly colored bumps on her boyish chest, were now sticking out like small dime-sized cones. He reached up and ran his thumbs over them, holding her under her arms.
Marie looked down at him a giggled but then an her eyes and mouth opened, her nose flared like in anger. “Oh...oh...ohhhh,....FUCK!” she yelled as she slammed down on him, shoving his cock painfully deep into herself.
Bill unloaded a gush of sperm, erupting inside her cunt, pushing semen up into her womb. Her vagina and uterus contracted and squeezed, swallowing his swimmers up inside, pulling as much of his goo into her as they could, filling her with him.
Marie fell forward, pressing her sweaty chest against his face as they both panted in the aftermath. “Fuck, that was awesome,” she panted.
“Mmm, yeah,” he said in a low voice.
They stayed like that for a few minutes as both of their breathing returned to normal. As Bill's cock began to relax, Marie lifted off him, then fell to the side, landing on her back again on the sofa, her head propped up on the arm, her legs still entangled with his. Bill sat up and admired the sight of her pussy with his white spunk oozing out from between her lips and running down into the crack of her ass.
“Mom needs to get stuck in Springfield more often,” he said, admiring his destruction.
“I'll say,” she giggled back.
After a while, Bill got up and went into the kitchen. He searched the fridge, then pulled a pot-pie from the freezer and stuck it in the microwave. Marie followed him, standing in the doorway.
“Do you want anything to eat?” Bill asked.
“Maybe some ice cream later.”
They settled on the couch and found a rerun of ER. Five minutes later the beeper went off and Bill got his meal, again settling next to his naked cousin. A while later they each ate a bowl of ice cream, Bill had really enjoyed watching Marie through the doorway, naked, serving them. Then, as “Late Night with David Letterman” came on, they cuddled together under the blanket, their naked hips warm against each other, Bill with his arm around his preteen lover's shoulders. During the commercial break, after the Top 10, Bill felt a hand on his thigh. Then it moved and settled on his cock.
Marie wrapped her hand around the soft member and gently began to pull on it. She was curious as she felt it grow in her hand, becoming firm and larger. With a giggle, she pulled the blanket off, then turned slightly and started using both hands. Bill's cock quickly grew and became hot and hard. He had his hand on her back, stroking her, when he put a slight pressure, pushing her softly between the shoulder blades.
Marie had been watching his cock grow, the head swelling. She looked up at him with surprise, then she realized what he wanted.
“You want me to suck on it.”
“Mmmm, yah,...” Bill half groaned.
She looked back down, then back at his face. “Well, alright, but don't cum.”
Bill leaned back and his eyes glazed over as he felt Marie's mouth on his dick. She moved her hand down and cupped his balls, gently squeezing. His cock tasted a bit like she had smelled earlier, but not strongly. With some amusement she realized that she was tasting herself. As she sucked and moved his dick in and out of her mouth he began to breath harder and hump slightly. His cock was actually smooth and warm in her mouth— not unpleasant. She pushed it deep against the back of her throat a couple of times but the angles wouldn't allow it to go any further.
Bill, even though he had already come three times that day, was building rapidly. He was humping up into his little cousin's mouth, the feeling of her cool hair on his hips just added to the pleasure of the blow job. He started to have to fight the urge, getting ready to blow.
“Oh...hun....you'd better...” But the expression on his face told a completely different story.
Marie stopped bobbing and sucking and lifted her head, pulling him out. “OoooKay,” she said in a resigned tone, “you can do it.” She leaned back down.
Her mouth closing around his dick head again, now with no need to fight, Bill went out of control. He started to hump uncontrollably into the child's mouth, grunting with each shove.
“Ooooo....God!” he groaned, “oh fuck....”
Marie closed her eyes, feeling his cock twitching in her mouth as he shoved at the back of her throat. Then there was a sudden rush of slimy goo, not a whole lot, on her tongue and sticking to the roof of her mouth. She stopped moving and, grasping his hard member in her hands, sucked real hard as more of the slime shot into her. She tried to swallow but really couldn't with her mouth full of his cock, she she kept sucking and then slid him in and out a couple of times.
Bill had lifted his ass off the cushions as he shot his load, his mind reeling. The cumming ended too soon, he just didn't have much after that day, and he sank down as he looked at his little cousin, her eyes closed in concentration as she sucked cum out of his balls. He was done, he couldn't believe his sweet little preteen cousin had just sucked a load of sperm out of his dick. He lifted her chin.
“Oh, God Marie, that was awesome.”
As she lifted off, her mouth holding his sperm, Marie again closed her eyes and swallowed. The stuff tasted rank, a salty sweaty goo, like snot, that balled up on her tongue. She had to work it and swallow again.
“That was really gross,” she said in a cross between an amused and a disgusted tone. She reached for a can of Coke and took a swig, washing the last sticky bits of semen down her throat.
“I'm sorry,” Bill panted.
Suddenly Marie started laughing. “No you're not! You loved every second!”
Bill just lay there in a daze.
“Don't worry, I'm not mad,” Marie said. “Just don't expect that every day.” “Oh, hell no,” Bill said.
They curled up in Marie's bed for the night, sleeping wrapped around each other. Marie woke up to the feeling of Bills cock, now rock hard, pushing at the back of her thighs, pushing between them, while his hand worked its way between them from the front. Marie spread her legs, hooking one knee over his thigh, and then reached down to guide his cock.
It was difficult because she really wasn't at all wet, having been asleep and not having any foreplay, but after a while Bill worked his dick inside her pussy while rubbing her hairless cunt from the front, fingering her clit.
He pulled her back so she was now on top of him, being fucked from behind. As she grew, Marie lifted up on her feet and hands, in a crab-walk, the covers long having been thrown aside. She rocked back and forth as he humped into her. His dick was incredibly hard, more like a stick than flesh. Then, too soon, and before she came, Bill pumped his morning seed into her pussy, making well up for the small amount of sperm from the night before.
Marie lay back down, spread eagled on top of him, his cock still deep inside her.
“Oh, good morning,” he said.
Marie giggled.
Then, somewhere in the house, the phone rang. It was Margret, they would be home in about two hours.