Page 4Snowbound, Page 5
By Leslie Schmidt
The thick covering of snow kept the kids at Crown Elementary indoors for recess. The first day they played games in their classroom, the same on the second, but by the third day the Principal was facing growing resentment from his faculty over the lost down time. A change in the schedule was arranged and, at 1:15 all of the fourth graders went to the lunch room. The tables had been cleared away and a 'Game Day' had been arranged with different activities for the kids. Some threw rings onto bowling pins, there were two tether ball poles set up, egg races (using plastic eggs) and other sorts of diversions for the 35 minutes.
Vickie and Marie weren't in the same class but they stayed together whenever the classes mingled. “Ask your mom if you can come over for a sleepover on Friday,” Vickie said just before Mrs. Andersen blew the whistle calling the classes to line up.
On Thursday the girls sat next to each other on the school bus. “Mom and Dad are going for a 'romantic weekend' downtown,” Vickie said.
“You can come over to my place,” Marie suggested.
“No, Mom wants me and Laura to stay home. I know Laura's planning a party, Mom and Dad don't know. How bout if you just come over like we've planned? Keep it a secret from your mom.”
“She'd be really pissed if she found out.”
“We'll just say I forgot to tell you it was off.”
(Neither girl thought about whether Sherry would find out after the fact—typical ten year old planning.)
At about 5 on Friday evening, Marie came be-bopping down into the livingroom with her things packed in a back pack. She started pulling on her boots, then pulled her coat out of the closet.
“Where are you going?” Sherry asked as she went through the room.
“Sleep-over.”
Sherry stopped, “Huh?”
“Sleep-over at Vickie's. Don't you remember, Mom?” Marie rolled her eyes with an 'adults are idiots expression.' “I asked you a couple of days ago, you said OK.”
“Oh,...yeah...” Sherry said. “Who's taking you over?”
“It's only three blocks, I'll walk.”
“Oh, OK, ah, call me when you get there and be sure to behave yourself.”
“Yes Mother.”
“Don't stay too late tomorrow. I'll call you if we make plans. Is your phone charged?”
Marie dug the phone out of her pocket and flipped it open. “Four bars.”
“Ok, have fun and be good.”
“Bye.” Marie zipped up her coat and pulled on her backpack. She had no intention of being good.
It had cleared up during the week and the temperature had dropped. As the last long rays of the sun lurked through the trees and out from between the houses, it got a lot colder. By the time Marie reached her friend's house she was quite chilled by the 12° weather.
“You walked!” Vickie said as she let Marie in. “It's so cold.”
“I didn't want Mommy to bring me over and Bill's at work.”
“Good idea,” Vickie had a conspiratorial tone.
“Hi Marie,” Laura said as she came in from the kitchen.
“Hi.”
“We've ordered some pizza.”
“Great!”
The three sat around in a circle on the livingroom floor and ate, giggling and talking. About seven, the doorbell rang and the dog ran to the door, barking with his tail wagging. Laura ran to the door and opened it.
“Hi Laura,” it was another guy Marie had never seen. Standing next to him was a girl who looked vaguely familiar.
“Oh, hi Steve,” Laura said.
“Ron's just behind us. Oh, there he is, I'll go help.”
“Come on in Sarah,” Laura said. The girls stood up.
“Sarah, this is my sister Vickie and her friend, Marie.”
“How ya doing,” the older girl said, giving Laura a funny look.
The door banged open and Ron and Steve struggled through, Ron burdened with a case of beer and Ron carrying four plastic bags with 'Buy & Save Food and Liquor' logos.
“Helps to have a brother working at the booze bazaar,” Steve said as he followed Bill to the doorway that led down to the basement. They were followed by the other high schoolers. Lastly, Laura stopped at the doorway and looked at the two youngsters.
“You two stay up here and, if a word of this gets to Mom or Dad, we'll all be dead!”
Vickie and Marie settled in Vickie's room to a DVD of 'Sex in the City' a bag of chips, cans of Dr Pepper, and a laptop that they used to paruse Facebook, Youtube, MySpace, Disney.com, Victoriassecret.com and dozens of other clothing sites. Meanwhile the thumping of music and occasional outbursts of laughing came through the floor. At one point the dog barked when someone else arrive. By 9:30 the chips and drinks were gone so the girls went looking for reenforcements.
Kevin had converted half of the basement into a family/game room with a wet bar, fake fireplace, pool table and 52 inch big screen. The sofa and chairs had been cleared to the side and a folding ping-pong table was set up, there was just enough room to get between it and the pool table. The game of 'beer pong' had been going for almost an hour.
The girls stood to the side for a few minutes, watching—the music was deafining, the guys shouted at each other as balls splashed in cups or bounced on rims and onto the floor. Ron seemed to have the job of refilling the cups after to loosing side gulped down a cup. Marie went to the bar where there was an ice chest and looked inside. No sodas, just longnecks of Blatz. Marie took one but couldn't manage to twist the top off. Steve came over.
“Here, let me help you with that,” he yelled over the music. He took the top off and handed it back to Marie.
“Thanks!” she yelled. At the same time there was an eruption of laughing from the table and Sarah picked up a single glass that was alone on her end of the table, then gulped it down. Replacing the cup. Then more yelling from the guy's side of the table... “Come on Sarah!.... Loose it!.... Shoes don't count!...”
Sarah laughed, “Fucking pervert!” She pulled her sweater off over her head, now in jeans and a bra. “You satisfied!”
The guys cheered. Then Laura took to her end of the table. “You motherfuckers! We're going to see what you don't have!” With a practiced eye she threw the ball and it splashed down in the #3 cup. Ron took the cup and emptied it, then put it to the side. Laura cleared five of the six cups but then missed the last one to the amusement of everyone.
Meanwhile, Marie had managed to open a second beer for Vickie and the two stood near the bar, watching. Next up was Claude, a tall blond exchange student from Sweden. He had arrive with Chris, a friend of Steve's. This had made for a basically unfair advantage for the guys—four against two—and the uneven amounts of beer consumed over the past two hours was showing. The switch from standard beer pong to strip pong has had been Chris' suggestion only a few minutes before Marie and Vickie arrived.
Claude only hit three cups before he missed and the sides switch again. Sarah, now seemingly having forgotten that she was shirtless, quickly ran the table and Claude pulled his shirt off. The girls, younger and older, exchanged glances—they definitely liked what they saw. Next Ron was up and, after Laura gulped down her sixth shot in a row, the room erupted again.
“Hey!” she yelled across as she pulled her shirt tail out, “This is unfair....there're four of you and two of us!”
“Great!” Ron called.
“We're here!” Vickie yelled.
Laura froze and looked at her sister, as if it was the first time she had seen her. The guys quieted down—for a moment Vickie thought she had done something really wrong.
Steve was the first to regain his composure. “Sure, why not?”
Laura finished pulling her shirt off. She broke into a smile. “Sure, come on.”
Vickie was still a little undone, surprised by what she had done. Marie walked over to the table and Sarah handed her a ping pong ball. Chris went to the opposite side.
“Do I bounce it?” she asked.
“Well, you can but, if he blocks it you have to loose a piece of clothing. It's safer for you to just throw it.”
Marie felt the weight of the ball, then carefully pulled back and tossed. The ball landed squarely in the #2 glass. The girls clapped and Chris picked up the glass, gulped the shot of beer, then put it to the side. Marie's next toss hit the rim of #4 and then went off the table. There was clapping—her turn was over.
Now Chris took a ball and tossed, it landed in #4. Marie picked up the glass and gulped the beer, swallowing it in one. Chris threw again and scored another hit, then another, then another. Marie felt the beer boiling in her stomach. It also twisted when she realized that he had only one more shot and she'd have to take off her shirt.
Ron tapped Chris on the shoulder and whispered something to him. He nodded, then grinned at the little girl. He pantomimed pulling his shirt up then took aim. The ball bounced next to the last cup, then went off the end. There was some laughing and Chris made to act like he was disappointed. Marie stepped back, relieved, and Laura started setting up the table for her little sister.
The guys understood not to push it with the two preteens and so they went easy with them. Laura was the first girl to loose her shirt and bra while Chris ended up in his shorts, much to the cheers of the girls and a lot of pats on the back for Marie. However, after this, Steve was out for blood and in six quick tosses, Vickie looked around shyly as she unbuttoned her blouse, then got whoops of laughter when the guys saw she was wearing a sleeveless undershirt. On the next up, Claude got Sarah down to only her thong.
Finally, Laura had a run of luck and Ron was shirtless, leaving Marie the only fully clothed player. As Chris came back to the table, he was determined to win and, with four very carefully aimed tosses Marie was only two glasses from loosing her shirt. Then, he got cocky. His next shot was a bounce and landed squarely in the #6 cup.
“You know, if it bounces, you can bat it away?” Sarah said to Marie.
“Yes.”
“Yeah, just don't hit the glass.”
Chris carefully aimed his shot, lofting it high and short. Marie swung after the bounce but her finger hit the rim of the cup and sent it flying.
“AHHHHHH!!!!” the guys yelled and, with only a “Oh—HO!” Marie pulled her shirt off over her head. Two of the guys clapped and she stuck her chest out at them, hands on hips, then gave them the finger.
Now emboldened, Steve made Vickie take her undershirt off.
During Sarah's next up she ran the table and there was a little surprise when Claude undid his pants, then looked up with a grin and said, “I guess the game's over for me.” Not only was he 'free-balling' but a couple of the girls did a double-take. For Marie, she had heard about circumcision but had never seen one uncut—even in pictures. Then there was the size, almost as big as Kevin, Vickie's dad. She tried not to stare but he caught her eye a couple of times and he grinned at her.
Claude was tall and thin, his hair, that was fairly short and straight, was almost white. He had deep blue eyes and a well built chest with a light coating of blonde curls. He had an impressive six-pack and muscular legs and ass. But what was most intriguing to all the girls was his large cock, hanging at least nine inches, maybe a little swollen but giving promise of much more.
Marie's mind was wandering and she didn't really realize that Chris was running the table until the cheering brought her back. The table was empty in front of her, six drained cups lined the side. She laughed, then gave a shrug and pulled her pants off, now joining Sarah and Laura in panties only. On the next round, Laura showed everyone what she liked most about Ron and he, in turn, made her the first stripped girl. The guys tried to keep their glances at her cleanly shaved pussy from being obvious. Next Sarah had to drop her thong, she was trimmed down to a landing strip of tight brown curls and Vickie ended up in nothing but a pair of pink panties.
Marie tried really hard on the next round and, sure enough, Chris was naked. Then it was his turn. After downing six shots in a row, Marie took off her panties, feeling strangely unselfconscious as she stood in front of the four high school guys, naked. On the next set a winner was determined—Steve was still in his undershorts while everyone else was naked.
The guys high-fived and whooped. “Ok, Steve,” Laura called, “who's the prize?”
“I don't know,” he said. “You four line up and I'll make my choice.”
“What does he mean?” Marie asked Sarah in a low voice as the four naked girls lined up against the bar.
“He's the winner, he gets to do his choice.”
“Oh,” Marie said.
“Don't worry, he'll go for Sarah—they're friends," Laura said.
“How bout we blindfold him?” Ron said.
There was some more loud talking and yelling, then Ron tied Vickie's tee shirt around his eyes. The three guys spun him around several times, then stopped him facing the girls. He stumbled forward, his arms outstretched like a zombie, tripped and fell forward, only keeping from falling flat by grabbing Vickie's shoulders.
The room was silent with shock. Steve hadn't intended to pick one of the youngsters, he had intended to pick Sarah—she was his age and Laura was, of course, Ron's girlfriend, so she was off limits regardless of the game. Vickie pulled the blindfold off of Steve, he was down on one knee in front of her, (he was staring directly at her tiny, hairless preteen slit) and, after a pause, she leaned forward and kissed his forehead.
“Ok,” she said.
Steve looked up at her with a shocked look on his face.
“Vickie, it's only a game,” Laura said.
Vickie looked back at Steve. “No, I want to.” She stepped around him and went to the pool table. Turning her back to it, she lifted herself up and sat on the edge, her legs spread. “Come on.”
“Vickie, No!” Laura said in a sharp tone.
“Yes Laura...I know what I'm doing and I want to.”
Steve walked over to the child, standing about a foot from her, looking at her. “You're sure?” His note of concern was betrayed by the growing bulge under his briefs.
“Yeah, I'm sure,” Vickie said as she slid off the table onto her knees, then pulled the front of his shorts down. She leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth.
Everyone watched in silence as the ten year old sucked on Steve, his cock growing quickly and stiffening in her face. As she worked him in and out of her mouth he began to hump into her. He put his hands on top of her head to guide her.
Marie was really surprised as she watched her best friend give a high schooler a blow job. In the back of her mind, Marie wondered if Vickie had done this before.
Steve's dick was warm and musky in Vickie's mouth. It felt comfortable, natural there. Somewhere in her subconscious old memories were affecting her feelings and impressions. Somehow this was familiar, pleasant, and good. She didn't remember sucking her Daddy's cock when she was a toddler, but still the impression was there.
She could tell Steve was building, she had watched her father and mother several times, and she could tell by his breathing, by the fact that every muscle in his body was getting tense, by the look on his face, that he was building...and she wanted something more.
She pulled back, then lifted back up on the pool table, lifting her knees and spreading her legs. Steve was almost an atomaton, his eyes glazed over, as he moved forward and put his dickhead against her tiny cunt. He could see that her vagina was pulled open, a dark pink passage that looked only big enough for his finger. He pushed at it and it stretched, admitting half of his head. Steve rocked back and forth slightly, then pushed again and she took him, his dickhead pulling the little crack open and sinking inside the ten year old.
Vickie pulled in her breath, the stretching of her cunt caused a sharp burning pain. Steve rocked back and forth a little more, then pushed more and almost half of his cock slid into her.
“Oh, Jesus Christ she's tight,” he said.
“What do you expect?” Laura said. “You're fucking a fourth grader.”
She had watched in shock as her friend pushed his cock into her baby sister. She was standing next to him. “Are you OK?” she asked Vickie.
The discomfort of the stretching was passing, being replaced by a growing warmth and tingling. “Uh-huh,” she said.
As she had stood near the bar, watching her friend getting fucked for the first time, Marie had felt that someone was standing behind her. Without turning to look (the sight of Steve's cock sliding in and out of Vickie was making her own pussy tingle) she reached back, intending to maybe brush whoever it was. Instead her fingers slid across something warm and a little bit firm, it moved easily. Somehow, Marie knew it was Claude behind her. She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking and moving down toward the head. She reached back with the other hand and, with her fingers, explored the shape, feeling the foreskin that extended over the head, partially covering it.
Claude's cock grew quickly as the child rubbed it. As it rose she could no longer hold it behind her and he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her, down across her chest and pushing his cock against her back where it pointed up between her shoulder blades.
Marie desperately wanted him to finger her slit, so she pulled one of his hands down. Claude had to lean way over, bending over the girl, now his cock head pushed directly into the middle of her back, as he pushed a finger between her lips and started rubbing her clit.
There was a whimper from Vickie, she was laying back on her elbows, her knees in the air as she took Steve's dick. She threw her head back and whined again as Steve shoved into her, flooding her with cum. White goo filled the cracks around her cunt and his dick as he emptied his balls into the girl. He leaned forward, his own elbows on the table, panting, and humped like a dog into her, leaving the last traces of sperm inside her.
They both stayed there for a few moments, catching their breaths. Then Vickie started to laugh.
“I'm not sure who won,” she said.
Steve stumbled back and everyone could see her cum drenched pussy, gobs of white jez filling the gap between her crack and the top of her thigh, more goo filling her, some running down into a small pool on the wood edge of the table.
That show over, Marie saw Ron leading Laura to a sofa where he lay down. Laura climbed across his hips and took his cock.
Marie turned around, her face only came up to Claude's stomach, she was looking just above his navel. She stroked his ridged cock, large in her hands, and watched as the head moved in and out of the foreskin, appearing and disappearing under the white sheath. She pulled the skin back, uncovering his head, then leaned down and took him in her mouth.
As Marie blew him, they sort of dissolved to the floor, ending with Claude on his back and Marie kneeling between his legs. She could feel his cock grow in her mouth and his shivering, then, suddenly, her mouth was full of his slime. She tried swallowing but every time she gulp down a wad of his thick goo it'd be replaced by another onslaught of sperm. Marie hadn't realized that, because this was his first time that night, there'd be so much more cum. She was shocked and a little grossed out as more and more mucus flowed into her face and squeezed out of her lips to run down her chin.
Finally, he relaxed and Marie let his dick slide out of her mouth. He lay there for a moment, then looked down at the little girl, staring up at him from between his thighs. “Now it is your turn,” he said.
Claude sat up, then pushed Marie back so she rolled off her feet onto her ass and then onto her back. With no preamble, Claude lowered his mouth to her pussy, licking her clit, opening her slit with his tongue.
The tingling in Marie's thighs quickly grew. Claude pushed his finger inside the hairless pussy, admiring the beauty of a preteen cunt, then leaned down and licked her hard clit more.
Marie was shocked when she realized that he knew about that real sensitive spot too. Claude bent his finger, rubbing that area just inside the entrance, at the front. At the same time he pushed at her clit with his tongue, moving it in a circle. Marie exploded with orgasm, moaning loudly as he pressed her clit between his tongue and finger. She just seemed to roll, cumming again and again until the pleasure became excruciating and she had to push him away. She rolled up into a ball, laying on her side.
When she opened her eyes she saw Ron and Laura. She was still bouncing up and down on him, his cock buried in her puss, but Chris was standing next to them and Laura was sucking his cock. The sight of his girlfriend sucking someone else's dick while he fucked her was too much for Ron and he exploded inside her. The feeling of being filled with cum brought Laura off and, at the same time, Chris started pumping semen into her mouth.
In her writhing, Chris' dick slipped out of her mouth and he grabbed it, jerking off and cumming on Laura's face. Ron watched his girlfriend get her face painted as he finished emptying his balls inside her.
Now, with everyone spent, the party quieted down. Marie was sitting on the floor, leaning against the bar when Vickie came over and knelt down, offering a shot glass. The Jack burned her throat and she took a swig of the beer she had just opened to wash it down. Later, Chris handed her another shot glass. The girls sat next to eachother, still naked, and watched the teens play pool. Marie moved to the sofa and lay down as the room faded. Eventually, she was aware that the party was breaking up, people were leaving. Someone threw a blanket over her. At some point in the night she felt someone laying with her, something warm and hard against the small of her back. Another time she was led up the stairs by Laura and put to bed in Vickie's room.
In the morning she woke up. There was sun shining through the window onto the floor, Vickie was in bed with her, they were both naked. She rolled onto her back. There was a dull pain in her butt. She reached down and gently felt her ass hole, it was tender and ached slightly.
A few minutes later they were both awake.
“I was on the couch. Was there someone with me?” Marie asked.
Vickie was still sleepy. “Ah, yeah....I think it was Chris. He was behind you, you didn't seem to mind.”
Later that morning as Marie walked home in the bright sun, cold over the icy sidewalks, she thought to herself that she wished she could really remember it. She was really sore, it hurt slightly to walk. She really didn't mind that Chris had fucked her in the ass while she was passed out, she just wished she could remember more about it. Maybe, in a couple of days, after the soreness had passed, she could ask Bill....