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Snowbound, Page 6

By Leslie Schmidt

That Saturday night Margret called them all down for dinner. Marie had been in her room reading a book. She was surprised that Bill wasn't there.

“Is Bill at work?” she asked.

“No,” Sherry said, “he has a date with Carry. I guess they patched things up.”

Marie felt a knot in her stomach, her throat was tight, and she had to fight to keep from crying. She pushed at her food, she had lost her apatite, and after about 10 minutes she left the table and ran to her room—Margret and Sherry exchanged knowing glances.

She lay on her bed in the dark, confused and angry. She thought they were in love but he had never said it...she was so stupid to think she could keep an older guy...he was cheating on her...she had cheated on him just the night before... She rolled on her back and used the corner of the sheet to wipe her eyes. She was just being stupid.

Sherry opened the door. “Honey, can I come in?”

“Yes.”

Her mom sat on the edge of the bed. “You're hurt because Billy went out?”

“No,” (Her denial sounded empty).

“Oh honey, I know you have a crush on him. Me and your aunt can see that.”

Marie stayed quiet.

“But, hey, he's 16, that's a big difference.”

“I know...it's OK,” Marie said.

“You'll have plenty of time to worry about boys when your older, don't get started now.” Sherry patted Marie's leg. “You can't expect a high school boy to be around for you.”

“I know.”

“Well, you just stay here if you want, I'll save some food for you later.”

Marie lay in the dark and thought about Billy, Claude, and then Chris. She remembered watching Steve fuck Vickie, then remembered being fucked by Bill. She thought about different guys, then she remembered meeting Kevin in the dark hallway. “I wonder if....” she fell off to sleep.

On Wednesday, Vickie and Marie sat together on the bus ride home.

“Do you want the come over on Friday?” Marie asked. She really wanted Vickie to do a sleep-over at her house.

“No, I can't, Mom, Laura and I are going to visit Grandmother in Milwaukee. We're leaving as soon as school's out.”

Later, maybe on Thursday, Marie found out that Kevin wasn't going, he had meetings on Saturday morning.

Saturday turned out to be pretty boring. Bill was at work and all Margret and Sherry wanted to to was clean house, then sit around and talk and read. Marie played with her little cousin for a while, helped clean, played some video games, but by 3 PM she was bored out of her scull. That's when an idea took hold.

She went up to her room and started digging through her drawers. She was looked for certain clothes, what her mom called 'little girl sexy,' things little girls could wear that on them was cute but on older girls or women would be weird or slutty. She found a black leotard, long sleeve, then leotard stockings to go with it, but these had bright green and yellow stripes, inch wide running cross-ways. She stopped and thought for a moment, then pulled all her clothes off and replaced her cotton panties with her only thong—she pulled the hose and leotard back on. A black 'skort' made of the same material as the leotard. Then she crept downstairs and looked—Margret and Sherry were in the kitchen.

“Mom, I'm going to go over to Vickie's house.”

“I thought she was out of town.”

“She said she'd be back this afternoon.” (a lie)

“OK, dinner at six when your cousin gets home.”

“OK.” She pulled on her hot pink snow boots and matching ski jacket. This was topped off with a long (3 foot) bright blue stocking cap. As she walked down the street she knew she'd catch a few eyes—some would say “weird”, others would say “cute”, some would say “jail bait.”

Ten minutes later, with butterflies in her stomach, she rang the doorbell at Vickie's house. The SUV was gone but Kevin's BMW was in the driveway.

The door opened. “Oh, hi Marie,” Kevin looked down at her with a smile, steam came from his voice. “Vickie's at her grandmother's for the weekend.”

“Oh,” Marie acted like she was surprised.

“She won't be home till tomorrow afternoon.”

Marie put a disappointed look on her face, then, at just the right time, a shiver ran through her.

“Come on in, dear, you're cold.” He stepped aside and let the girl pass, then closed the door.

Being a regular visitor to the house, Marie knew the routine. She pulled off her hat, coat, and mittens, then hung the coat on a hookboard that was just inside the front door. Her outfit gave him pause, he thought 'jail bait.' A wave of horniness move up his stomach when he remembered her in the hallway.

“Ah, can I get you something warm to drink?”

“Can I have some tea?” (the youngsters commonly drank tea at Vickie's house)

“Sure.”

Kevin got a cup and filled it with water from the sink, then went over to the microwave. While he was doing this, Marie went to the cupboard where she knew the teabags were kept. When Kevin turned around he got the sight of the preteen stretching way up, reaching for the box, on her tip toes. The outfit clung to her lean form as she stretched out like a cat after a nap. At this point, the little head started doing the thinking for the big one. Kevin went on horny auto-pilot.

After they sat down, the little girl with tea (milk and sugar) and Kevin with coffee (black), and without thinking, he started:

“I'm sorry about the other night, I thought you were asleep.”

“Oh,” Marie giggled, “that's OK, I didn't mind.”

With a smile he said, “Well, at least we were both dressed alike.”

“Uh-huh,” Marie said. She slid her chair back from the table, then pulled up one of her feet, putting the heel of her boot on the edge. She unzipped it, then pulled it off. She gave Kevin what she thought must be her sexiest smile as she did the same with the other.

Kevin stared at her, his mouth open. The skort had ridden up and there was a tare in the tights she was wearing, an oval opening right up in the crotch that showed soft pink skin. His dick surged in his trousers.

“It's nice that you came over, even if Vickie isn't here,” he said. Marie kept her knee up, putting her hands and chin on it. She had caught Mr. Krouse looking at her crotch.

Marie wanted to stay on subject. “It's OK, the other night. Vickie says all of you don't worry a lot about how you're dressed at home.”

“Ahhh, yeah,” Kevin started. It was true, as a family they generally left doors open and often were around each other in varying states of undress—he was a little surprised that Vickie had told anyone. “I guess that's true.”

There was a pause in the conversation, then Kevin started, “So, I guess you kids had quite a party last Friday.”

Marie was suddenly scared. “Ah,...”

“It was pretty obvious, ya'll didn't clean up very well.”

“Oh.”

“The empty cups, the dried beer on the floor and a couple of …. ah …. unidentified pieces of clothing around, I get a pretty good idea what happened. I've played beer pong a couple of times too.”

He got up. “I need to get out of my work clothes.” He headed down the hall but continued talking. “So, did you play too?” he called.

“Uhh,... yes.”

“Were you playing strip pong?” he called from around the corner, he had gone into his bedroom.

Marie realized he hadn't closed his door. She got up and followed.

“Yeah,... some.”

“How bad you loose?” he called.

Marie came around the corner, Kevin was standing next to the bed in only his boxers. Marie stopped, a little surprised.

“Pretty bad,” she said with a smile.

He walked back to her, looking down as she smiled up at him. “Do you know where this is going?” he said. He reached down and took her hand.

“Yes.” She moved it and brushed against his cock that was pushing against his shorts.

He let go of her hand and reached up, pulling at the elastic collar of her leotard, pulling it out and starting to work it over her shoulders. Then he stopped. “You'd better do this, I might just rip it.”

He turned and walked to the bed, then pushed his boxers down, letting them fall to the floor. He sat down and swung his legs onto the bed, reclining with his back against the headboard. His half hard cock leaned across his hip, bouncing with his pulse. He was giving an audience, sitting waiting to watch the fourth grader strip.

With a smile, Marie undid the tie that closed the skort and then pushed it down over her hips and let it drop to the floor. Next, slowly and a sexily as she could, she pulled the leotard down over one shoulder, working the sleeve down her arm and off her wrist. In the process she flashed one of her nipples. Letting it snap shut around her upper chest, now covering her undeveloped breasts, she then worked it over the other arm. Now she crossed her arms across her chest and hooked her fingers over the top. With a swaying motion, she worked the leotard down, off her chest, then over her stomach. She was careful to keep from pushing her hose down as she worked it over her ass, then dropped it.

“You're gorgeous,” Kevin said, “sexy as hell.” By now his cock was pushing up, still a little to the side but definitely reaching the hard category.

Now Marie started to sway more, swinging her hips to an imagined song, as she hooked her thumbs over the waist band of the hose and, being careful not to push down the thong, pushed them down, bending to get them past her knees, then stepping out of them. She straightened up in only the thong.

“Fuck, your sexy,” Bill said. He patted the bed next to himself. “Come over here.”

Marie walked to the bed, then turned around. Kevin admired the round orbs and, before she could sit down, he reached up and put his left hand across her right cheek. Rubbing it he said, “You've got the most awesome ass I've ever seen.”

Marie twisted some and looked down at him. She was actually really nervous, scared actually, scared that she'd do something and he'd push her away, realizing that she was only a little girl. She was trying to act a lot older, like she had seen in movies, have a quick wit.

“If you don't let me sit down, that's about all you're going to see.”

Kevin pulled his hand away with a grin. She sat down, then swung her legs up next to his. She half rolled toward him and reached across, taking his cock in her hand. To her it was huge, at least 11 inches and an inch and a half in diameter.

She stroked it up and down some. “Wow, you're big.”

“I've never had any complaints,” he said.

She looked up at him. “You may be too big for me.”

“I'll go slow.”

By now his cock was fully hard, a stretched out tool, the size of a donkey dick, a smooth beige shaft for most of its length, then the pulled out wrinkles, white, before a round bull head, whitish-pink. A drop of clear pre-cum was at the piss hole.

As she stroked it, Marie lifted it. The size was truly frightening to the little girl, she couldn't imagine how it was going to fit up inside her—it was like a bundle of three of the dildos she had played with, only longer. She pushed herself up, sitting next to him, and started using two hands. The drop of pre-cum ran slowly down over the head.

“Are you cumming?” she asked.

“No,” his voice was strained, “that's some pre-cum. You should lick it.”

The first drop had reached the hood of his dickhead and another was welling up. Marie looked at Kevin with a suspicious expression, then leaned down and licked the viscus clear fluid. It tasted musky, not like sperm, not objectionable. She looked up and smiled, then leaned down again and, opening her mouth as far as she could, she took his head in.

“Oooohhh, gawd,” Kevin moaned, looking down at the girl. He brushed her hair back so he could watch the preteen sucking his dick. He knew he had to burn the image into his mind, this kind of opportunity would probably never present itself again. The child moved up and down, cupping his dickhead, then pulling back to kiss the tip. She lifted up and and looked at him with a slutty smile, there was a string of precum between her lower lip and his piss hole.

“Is this OK?”

He ran his hand down the side of her face. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

She bent down again, this time taking the head an a little of the shaft. Kevin lay his head back, looking up at the ceiling. Marie licked the length of his shaft, then sucked again on the head. Kevin watch, stroking her face, a couple of times taking her head between his hands and directing her as he started to hump up into the girls face.

He ran his hand down her back and around her ass, then pushed at the soft area between, covered by the thin nylon thong. He could feel her lips and the crack between. He put his other hand on the top of her head and gently directed her, speeding her up and slowing her down as needed while rubbing her cunt through the fabric.

“If you keep doing that, you know...”

Marie lifted off. “Yes.” Then she went back to sucking him.

Only a half an minute later, Marie felt Kevin's right thigh stiffen where her knees were against it. He started to shiver and his cock grew even bigger in her mouth. She looked down and saw that his toes were pointed as he buck his hips up. With a groan he started to cum. Her mouth was suddenly full of his nasty tasting goo, she felt some running out around her lips as she tried to swallow but really couldn't with her mouth full of his cock. More cum shot into her mouth, he was holding her head so she couldn't get back even if she had wanted to.

Kevin's sight blurred as he came, holding the little fourth grade slut's face on his dick. He pumped shot after shot into her mouth and watched as it ran around her lips and down his shaft and over her hands. She tried to pull back but he held her there, making short strokes into her, almost lifting his hips off the bed.

Finally he was done and he relaxed, letting go of the child. “Oh fuck...” he moaned.

Marie looked up at him. Her mouth was still full of his sperm, she could feel more on her chin and cheeks. She thought it was funny, her best friend's dad was completely exhausted by her. She smiled, an open mouthed smile like she'd seen in a couple of movies on the Internet. She knew her mouth was full of his goo. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed. The nasty spunk slid down her throat. She leaned down and wiped her face on his stomach.

“How was that?”

“Awesome,” he said.

Marie sat up, then rolled back on her ass, sitting with her knees up, thighs spread, leaning back on her hands. She shook her hair away from her face. “It's my turn now.”

With a huge grin, Kevin got on his knees, between her feet. He leaned forward, pushing the little girl down onto her back, on his hands and knees above her. He leaned down and kissed her, pushing his tongue through her lips, she still tasted slightly like spunk. He felt her hands on the back of his neck as they had a rollicking wet kiss. Then he lifted up.

“You're really something,” he said.

Marie giggled, then pulled his face back down to hers.

After a few seconds, Kevin broke the kiss, rising up to take in the sight of the preteen, her hair in a halo around her pretty face, thin shoulders and flat, undeveloped chest. He moved down and planted a kiss on her tiny right nipple, it was contracted into a small sharp cone. He moved down and kissed her belly just above the black triangle of fabric that covered her sex. Then, slowly, he uncovered the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen. Her lips were soft and full, only the barest small hairs, like the hairs on the back of her hand, were on the lips. Her darker pink clit ridge was just barely in view, pushing up between the larger gate.

Marie lifted her hips and allowed Kevin to pull the string of the thong out of her ass crack, then down over her thighs. He sat up on his heels and lifted her legs so he could get it clear of her feet. His cock was sticking up at full hardness. When she put her feet down again, on either side of him, her thighs were wide apart, her knees up, and her pussy pulled open. With a mesmerized expression, Kevin leaned down and started licking the ten year old's slit.

Almost as soon as his tongue started probing her sex, Marie started to cum. She bucked and shivered as orgasms flowed over her. Kevin had to wrap his arms around her thighs to hold her as he looked up along her belly and flat chest. Her eyes were clenched shut, her mouth open, a silvery sheen of sweat covered her torso and there were small beads of moisture on her upper lip, cheeks and forehead. Finally, after probably two minutes of constant climax, she pushed at his head, pushing his face down and away from her crotch.

Kevin sat back up, looking down at the panting fourth grader. She was splayed out, her arms up over her head, her thighs spread, knees up on either side of Kevin's thighs. “Wow, that was intense,” he said.

“Yeah...” Marie responded in a high, breathless voice.

“You know, I've got to fuck you now.”

She looked down at his enormous cock and a shadow of fear passed over her face. “But...you're too...”

“I'll go slow,” he said. “Anyway,” he leaned way back and, behind him, pulled open a drawer on the bed stand, “I have something that'll make things go easier.”

He pulled out a tube of K-Y that he kept there for the nights (not often, just once in a while) that his wife, Melissa, asked him to put it in her ass. Marie watched as he put a dab of the clear jell on the end of his cock, then spread it around the head.

Now Kevin ran his hands under the ten year old's hips, just below her ass, and lifted and pulled her up his thighs, sliding her and opening her even more. With her butt up on him, her chin was down against her throat. Kevin leaned forward slightly and pushed his cock down, nestling it at the gates of her wide open pussy. He used his thumbs to pull the inner parts more open, then pushed his hips forward slightly and watched as his dick head sank into the hairless preteen pussy.

Marie's eyes got big as she felt his cock opening her, pushing inside. She sharply drew in her breath with a slight hiss.

“Does that hurt?” Kevin asked.

Marie took a deep breath, then exhaled. “It's OK. Just kind of stretching.”

Kevin pulled back some, then pushed forward again, this time sinking the entire head of his cock into the little girl. Marie arched her back and pushed against the bed, pushing away, but Kevin held her hips, keeping his cock inside her. He held still, not wanting to hurt the child more than necessary.

“Shhh...shhh...shhh,” he said. “Just relax and don't move.”

Marie lay there, looking up at the man, the same age as her father, who was invading her cunt. Slowly, the stretching discomfort passed as she got used to having the huge cock inside her. Then Kevin started making small rockings of his hips, gently moving his cock inside the preteen. Marie began to relax and, as he moved more, pushing deeper inside her, the tension began to build as the pain diminished.

Kevin moved his hands to her narrow hips as he watched his cock sliding in and out of the grade schooler. He flashed back to his daughters, years ago when they were babies, watching their little bodies rock as she fingered or tongued their tiny cunts.

Marie was breathing harder now, her eyes were big and dark with her growing passion. She reached up and grabbed Kevin's arms, wrapping her hands around the thick biceps. “Oh, God, I didn't think I'd be able to take you,” she said.

“You're fucking awesome,” Kevin replied. “I've wanted to fuck you ever since that time in the hall.”

The child was now pushing down on her feet, lifting her ass off of Kevin's thighs to better take more of his cock. He leaned forward and ran his hands under the little one's shoulder blades, then lifted her up. He was amazed at how light she was, like a feather to lift. Now, sitting on his heels with the girl impaled on his cock, he held her under her arms and lifted and lowered her on him. Marie was now squatting across his hips and helped, bouncing up and down on his rod, taking as much as she could of him. She had her eyes wide open, looking into his face, breathing hard. Suddenly she grabbed him, wrapping her arms around him and clutching to him. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she bit his collarbone as she came, her tiny pussy clamping around his dick.

Her orgasm took Kevin by surprise, he hadn't expected the little girl to cum so quickly, and the pain of her teeth sinking into his chest cleared his head. He held her, still moving her up and down on himself, feeling her pussy squeeze down on his cock. He felt her break out in a sheen of sweat as her breath was loud in his ear.

She relaxed against him, releasing her bite on him, putting her face against his chest and panting.

They stayed like that for a minute or two, then Kevin started moving the child again—he hadn't cum yet and his nuts were knotting. They rocked up and down again, building, still clutched together. Kevin had to cum, he was too near the end to stop as he held the light little girl against himself and fucked her tiny pussy. He was building fast but, with his legs underneath him, the pressure was too much in his gut. He lifted her and rocked forward, laying her on her back with him on his hand and knees above her. She had her eyes closed and lifted her hips up to meet his thrusts.

Again she was rocked by an orgasm as she felt herself being flooded by his warm gush of sperm. Kevin had his head thrown back as he jammed his dick into the girl, pumping shot after shot of goo into her. He lifted up and looked at her cum filled cunt, white slime oozing out around his cock.

He was done, his thighs on the bed between her legs, his arms outstretched, elbows locked, holding himself off her.

“OH MY GOD!” Marie screamed, “You're bleeding!”

Kevin looked down, Marie's cheek was smeared with blood and more drops were falling on her throat. He looked at his chest and saw the smear of blood.

“Daaammnn.” he said. Then he chuckled. “You really bit me, little girl.”

“Oh Fuck! I'm sorry!” She tried to move but he moved with her.

“Don't...don't..., just stay there,” he said. Another drop splashed on her shoulder. “It's alright.” He held there, feeling her pussy as he squeezed the last of his swimmers inside her. Then he looked back down at her. “I've never had a fuck like that.”

Now he rolled sideways, off of the ten year old. She was a mess, her face and upper chest was smeared with blood, her pussy was wet with white slime. His cock was slowly deflating, still bouncing with his pulse, still dripping with the last of his sperm.

He got up and walked into the bathroom. In the mirror he could see three little slices in his skin, two along the top where her top teeth had cut and one below from one of her lower teeth. There was also a raising red welt of a bruise—obviously a bite mark. He'd have trouble explaining this to Melissa. Even after he wiped the blood off with a wash cloth, more welled up. He'd need stitches.

Marie walked up behind him. “Oh my God! I'm so sorry!”

He held the washcloth to the wound. “It's alright,” he said. “You were awesome. But, you better get cleaned up.” With his free hand he pulled another cloth off the rack and gave it to her. At the other sink, Marie washed her face and chest while Kevin tried to bandage the cut.

The two got dressed and Kevin drove Marie home. She looked up at him guiltily just before climbing out of the beamer. “I'm so sorry.” she said.

“It's OK. It's stopped bleeding,” he lied. He was planning on a trip to the Emergency Room. Just as she opened the door he grabbed her coat and pulled her back, planting a kiss squarely on her lips. “I want to do that again..., maybe this time with no teeth.”

Marie giggled back. “OK,” she said in a sultry voice. She kissed him again and got out. Kevin watched as she went up the shoveled walk way and opened the door. She turned and waved. Then he drove away.

Epilogue

Kevin was honest with the hospital staff—his girlfriend had gotten a bit too frisky. He didn't add the detail that she was a fourth grader. Melissa and the girls accepted the excuse that he'd been working in the garage on his car and a wrench had slipped and he had fallen forward against the tool. The cuts were just far enough apart to be the jaws of an end wrench. He said that the shirt he was wearing was so badly stained that he threw it away.

Kevin wasn't the only one to have an accident that day. It was the next morning that Margret got a call from her husband. He had landed wrong while jumping off the wing of an F-16 and broken his ankle—he'd be home in a week. Marie and Sherry quickly found an apartment to move to but, unfortunately, it was in a different district and Marie and Vickie no longer were in school together. They still talked on the phone and even had a couple of sleepovers, but as spring approached and the snow turned to mud, their friendship lapsed.

For Vickie and Laura, they kept the party a secret (they thought) and never did that again.

Marie ended up in a class with a first year teacher, Mr. Billings. He was 23, single, and real cute.

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