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Snow Angel

By Romany

(M/g)

O�Keefe looked down across at the silhouette of the girl behind
the curtain in his shower. She had been in there nearly half an
hour. He approached slowly, not wanting to frighten her with his
presence. He slipped in and had gathered her sodden clothes from
where she had dropped them and took them out to the laundry and
put them in the washing machine. He now stood with a large bath
towel.

�I have a towel for you,� he called loudly.

He saw the fuzzy outline of her head lifting behind the opaque
plastic curtain and saw she turned to look in his direction. She
pulled the curtain back a little to peer round it.

�A towel for you,� he said holding it up.

She stared blankly at him. He wondered if she was still
disoriented and confused from the cold, despite having stood
under the warm shower so long. He had brought her here after
finding her earlier that afternoon. Sitting on the pile of snow
the plows had left beside the road. Seeing her disoriented and
trembling and shaking, he reasoned she was in the early stages of
hypothermia. The grey hoodie she wore was soaked by the snow, as
was the front of her jeans. She wore dirty white Reeboks that
squished when he eventually got her to come to his car. The day
was dark at four thirty, due to the dark clouds and intermittent
snow falls. It was the day before Thanksgiving and there had been
a foot of snow in five hours in the greater Boston area. Instead
of simply calling emergency services to come get her, he had
thought she needed to get dry and warm as a matter of priority.
Tackle that and then sort out who she was and how to get her back
to her family after the basics of shelter and warmth had been
provided.

She was almost trancelike when he got her from his car into his
small house. She had looked around in confusion, wondering where
she was. He talked to her constantly to keep her awake and alert;
reassuring her she was OK. He needed to get her out of her
clothes and warmed up. So he took her into his bathroom and
explained she should have a shower to get warm. That he would
wash and dry her clothes. He had no idea if she understood him.
He was sure she was Hispanic, and preteen by the look of her. He
wondered what her English was like. She had not said anything
intelligible since he stopped to check on her so he wasn�t sure
if she spoke any English at all. But she quickly got his meaning
about a warm shower as she had started stripping before he had
even turned the shower on. When he tried to make her wait until
he had set the water temperature and then left the room, she
ignored him and continued pulling her wet clothes off and he
began to panic that this young girl would be naked before he had
set the shower and left to allow her privacy. So it proved. She
was naked and he was deeply embarrassed as she hovered near him
standing leaning over the bath, as he willed the water to warm
quickly. She had gasped as she stepped past him into the stream
of water. It was always interminably slow for the hot to come
through and it was barely above lukewarm. She fiddled with the
hot tap and he had to stop her. He didn�t want her to
over-compensate for the slow warming of the water and have her
burn herself when a full stream of hot arrived. She bowed her
head so the water streamed over her head and shoulders; her waist
length black mane hanging forward and obscuring her face. He
quickly stole a look at her. The light tanned pigment to her
flawless skin. The obvious widening of her hips and the small
pointy breast close to him, hanging partly obscured by her wet
hair. O�Keefe blushed at his own impertinence as he eased back
and peered between her luscious buttocks. He caught a glimpse of
the sex framed by the butt crack. He quietly admonished himself
for his lecherous peering at her snatch and eased back to leave
her in peace. She sensed him move and turned her head, peering
through the strands of hair matted wet against her face, and she
smiled weakly at him and then nodded her approval as the water
started to warm her trembling body quickly now. She seemed to
have no qualms about her nudity. Blushing profusely O�Keefe told
her to have a good shower and fled the bathroom.

He had sat in his living room and pondered whether he had done
the right thing. He should have just called 911 and waited for
the emergency services to come and get her. He thought shamefully
about his peering at nudity; having taken advantage of her
disoriented state. The puffy pointy breasts showed she was
clearly prepubescent despite a darkish patch of hair he had noted
on her pubis. Her body was mainly straight like a boy yet the
hint of curves showed at her hips. She was pretty and the long
hair, though unkempt and bedraggled when he first saw her, was
clearly her crowning glory. His sense of shame at seeing her
naked led him to fleetingly recall his daughter Kim at the same
age. Kim with whom he had violated the most precious trust of a
daughter with her father; that led to his wife leaving him when
she suspected what was happening. Taking Kim and their younger
son Tony and fleeing hastily. He�d not heard of them these past
four years. Kim would be sixteen now. What must she think of him
now she could put what they had been doing in a more adult
perspective?

So O�Keefe stood looking across at this girl peering back at him
from the behind the shower curtain. The bathroom full of steam
showing the water was more than warm.

�A towel,� he repeated, holding up the large bath towel he had
returned with.

She understood what he meant but rather than wait for him to hand
it to her and leave, she quickly stepped out of the bath and
stood waiting on the bath mat. O�Keefe swallowed hard and looked
at her nakedness. She clearly had no qualms about being nude
before him. Perhaps she was still in a state of confusion from
being frozen to the bone, and thawing out quickly. He had hoped
he hadn�t warmed her too quickly. That could be dangerous in
hypothermia sufferers. He moved past her so she was behind him
out of his view, and he turned the taps to the shower off.
Pausing to allow her time to cover herself with the towel, he
turned and stood astonished she had made no attempt to cover her
body. Instead she was working the towel roughly through her long
hair. Leaning forward and working the hair vigorously. He
surmised the hair would always be a major work when she got it
drenched like this. Yet she still had no concern she was stark
naked. She worked diligently at the hair and he stood and this
time he surveyed her body feeling a little more unabashed about
it.

He allowed her to fuss and dry at her hair with the towel for a
few minutes as he eased back and once again surveyed her; from
the rear and to one side. Glimpsing her closest breast as she
worked the hair with the towel. She eventually decided her hair
was as dry as she could get at this point as she slowly raised
her head and shook the long mane so it cascaded over her back and
shoulders, covering her small boobs. Holding the towel on the
crown of her head so it draped over her like a disheveled turban,
she turned and looked at him as if waiting for instruction.

�Let�s go out to the living room,� he said casually; not wanting
to look at her nudity with any special interest.

She clearly understood English because she gave a small nod and
turned and led him out the door; pausing to get her bearings and
then walked directly to the living room. Seeing his battered
couch, she sat down demurely and ruffled her hair with the towel
once more. Her knees slightly parted and as he stood in front of
her he glanced down and saw the short gash of her slit and the
dark fine hair on her chubby pubis framed between her thighs.
Both breasts were poking from behind her hair; the little nipples
pointy and soft.

�I�ll get you a fresh towel,� he said and turned and went to the
hall cupboard, returning with a second towel.

She took it and handed him the damp towel she had used on her
hair. Armed with a dry towel, she went to work on hair once more.
By now her indifference to his presence while she was stark
naked, had broken down any self consciousness he had about seeing
her nude. He made no effort not to watch her skillfully handle
handfuls of tresses as she dried her hair carefully. He had
thought of looking for an old hair dryer he had but he correctly
reasoned she would prefer to dry the hair carefully by hand. He
knew she hadn�t shampooed it as there was no shampoo in the
shower. The hair was wetted only, and now dried by hand.

Eventually she appeared satisfied the hair was a dry as she could
make it with the towel. The remainder of dampness would be left
for natural drying in the warm, almost stuffy room. She looked
around briefly, as if taking in his rather tired furniture and
then nestled back a little in the couch. O�Keefe stood directly
in front of her and stared at her. Making no effort to look away,
now feeling comfortable with the nude pubescent body. She smiled
weakly at him and sat back with her shoulders against the sofa
back. She drew her hair gently off her chest and exposed both
small pointy breasts. O�Keefe�s eyes widened slightly at her
movement and he couldn�t help but lick his bottom lip. Her smile
flickered a little and she moved her butt slightly and he glanced
down. She had opened her legs an inch or two and he saw the light
pinkness of the top of her vulva; a pretty contrast to the
darkish pubis and the darker tan of her outer labia. Once more
O�Keefe licked his lips involuntarily and he stood enthralled;
wondering if she was deliberately flashing him or was she still
in some state of confusion due to her recent exposure to the
harsh weather outside. There was a silent standoff between them.
The girl sitting exposed and watching him looking at her sex and
breasts. Eventually she eased forward.

�Come,� she said quietly and raised a hand.

He stepped forward. To his astonishment, she leaned further
forward and dragged one hand down the front of his pants, the
fingers tracing his cock to find it and then grasping it through
the denim pants. He gasped and his eyes blinked quickly as her
overt pass had taken him by surprise. He didn�t fight it and
pushed his groin against her hand. She sat with a small smile on
her lips and groped his hardening cock with one hand while deftly
undoing his belt and breaking the dome at the waist. Pushing his
pants open and down, exposing his undershorts. She regrouped both
hands and took the waistband of his boxer shorts and drew them
down to the open pants crotch and pushed both garments to his
knees; his now erect cock and heavy hairy balls in full view
below his tee shirt. She gripped the cock tightly and cupped his
balls and for a moment or two, she jacked him. Occasionally
changing her grip until she was satisfied she had a long full
stroke and a comfortable grip on his cock. All the while gently
feeling the balls in the hairy ball sac. O�Keefe was in blissful
obedience letting her do as she wished. Occasionally the hand
cupping his balls flicked under his crotch and his eyes widened
as she deliberately drew fingers along his butt crack; skimming
over his anal pucker and tickling his perineum. This was no
twelve year old novice. This kid had done this before and she was
damn good at it. O�Keefe was highly aroused. Any altruistic
thoughts of being a Good Samaritan now gone. Hidden memories of
the times with his daughter Kim flooded back from the recesses of
his conscience and he felt the old dark yearning hunger. He moved
forward and reached for her head. She took the meaning and bowed
her head and drew his big cock into her mouth.

�Heavenly Father,� O�Keefe muttered; his old Catholic religious
phrases coming to his lips. �You are priceless,� he muttered.

She blew him quickly. He was so horny and this being the first
other human being to handle him since his wife had fled with his
kids, he couldn�t fight the girl�s obvious expertise with her
mouth and hand. To his absolute amazement, she sensed his
impending orgasm and seemed to increase her efforts, holding a
good two inches of his cock between her lips as he came and
flooded her mouth.

�Oh Christ, Jesus fucking Christ,� O�Keefe gasped as he held her
head and unloaded.

Hearing her hiss through her nose as she fought to breathe as the
semen filled her mouth. Determined to hold her lips tight around
the thick man cock in her mouth. She was more than capable of
taking it. She had done so countless times in her young life.
O�Keefe had correctly determined she was no novice. He shoved his
cock back and forth a few times as he came down off his high.
Watching the semen appear at the corner of her lips as she held
the cock with a hand wrapped around the shaft to inhibit him from
pushing right in and forcing her to gag. Eventually she had
worked her throat muscles and generated sufficient saliva to
sluice the load of semen away and she swallowed and took her
mouth off the cock. Opening it so he could see she had swallowed
it all. And then grinning, she licked her lips and took the cock
head in her lips and laved the residue of semen from it while
jacking the cock. O�Keefe caught her mannerism and saw the almost
happy look on her face. This girl was acting out for him.
Behaving as she believed men liked her to be with them like this.
He gently massaged her scalp.


�You were incredible,� he chuckled.

�Gracias,� she whispered, and rubbed his still hard cock against
a cheek lovingly.

He toyed with her long hair and then felt one of her breasts.
Still holding his cock, she eased back against the sofa back and
he leaned over her and fondled her breasts and nipples. After he
had indulged himself peering at the pubescent breasts and
nipples, he dropped a hand to her crotch. She instinctively
lifted her butt and his hand went under and he slid his fingers
along her slit. For several minutes he fondled her breasts and
gently fingered her sex. All the while she held his cock
respectfully and watched his face as he indulged himself with her
young body.

�I want to fuck you,� he said softly; thinking he had whispered
his thoughts to himself.

�Si,� she whispered back and she spread her legs a little more.

He did a double take realizing she had heard and understood his
crude muttering. He chuckled with embarrassment she had heard
him. He quickly stripped his shirt and tee-shirt and staggered
back on one foot to shuck his pants. Struggling as they caught
around his boots. He eventually got the trousers and boots clear
of his feet and he stood naked except for his sox. His cock still
rock hard jutting from an unruly tangle of pubic hair at his
lower abdomen. She had eased back half along the couch and opened
her legs. One knee pressed against the back of the couch, the
other leg off the couch base; opening her sex up to his gaze. She
lay passive and clearly expectant of what he was to do. O�Keefe
crouched in between her open legs and drew his fingers across his
lips and dribbled saliva on them. He wiped the saliva over her
splayed juvenile sex and repeated the act. After he had done this
three times, he leaned down and dribbled a long bead of saliva
directly on her cunt and then gently worked it into her sex with
his fingers. His cock had several small beads of precum on the
head and he rubbed it around making the bullet head slick and
slimy. Satisfied he had lubricated them both as well as able
given the urgency of his need to fuck her; he took his cock and
rubbed it along and back over her slit. Pushing a little harder
each stroke until he pushed to the back and felt the head engage
in her tight vaginal opening.

�A-e-e-y-i-i,� the girl gasped as she felt the head punch past
the stretching vaginal opening, and she grunted in discomfort but
wrapped her arms around his shoulders to embrace him. The Gringo
was big.

She closed her eyes tight and her mouth was open as she held her
breath as O�Keefe eased back and forth and slowly slid his cock
into her. Pausing briefly when he heard her exhale sharply and
then take a deep breath and moan when he was about half inside.
Sensing when she had got used to him stretching her open, he
started to advance again and she grabbed at his shoulders and her
mouth opened end closed as she fought the discomfort of the big
cock opening her up. She was no virgin, and this man had looked
no bigger than most she had experienced these past two years. But
he was actually bigger than she had believed and she clung to him
as he slowly filled her; eventually bottoming out deep inside.
Her vagina stretched tight and the bullet head of his cock
pressed hard against her juvenile cervix. O�Keefe was no more a
stranger to being sheathed in a pubescent girl, than the girl was
to having an adult cock jammed in her tightness. The two, unaware
of each other�s carnal history, settled in to an age-old rhythm
and O�Keefe indulged himself in fucking the girl. His incestuous
past ensuring he used a sense of restraint and patience with his
actions; yet using the girl�s tight heat to enjoy the fuck. The
girl clung to him, and once she realized he was trying to be
gentle, she found a degree of comfort as the big cock spread her
open and nudged at her inside. She felt more relaxed and in her
own way welcomed his closeness and attempts at care for her
stretched body. She clung hard when she felt his actions increase
in vigor and for the last minutes, she gritted her teeth as she
felt him build to a second climax and shove her back into the
sofa base hard as he filled her tightness and kept pumping after
he had spewed his load. A bright white ring of semen around the
base of his cock; matting the sparse hair there, as his continual
blissful pumping thrashed the opaque semen white as it was pushed
out of her vagina.

He eventually eased out of her. The cock was still hard and an
angry red with a dull sheen of juices, and semen, coating it. He
paused to wipe it along her slit and she looked down her body and
watched him toying with her stretched reddened sex. He moved up
her body and she instinctively opened her mouth and he pushed it
in and around her lips for a moment or two as she licked and
sucked the dew from the head. Eventually he eased back off her
and stood idly jacking himself and looked down at the semen that
had leaked from her vagina and pooled in near her crotch on the
sofa. He reached for the discarded towel she had dried her hair
with and wiped the sofa and then dragged it over her crotch; the
towel causing her to gasp as it was rough on her tender sex.

�Sorry,� he said with a chuckle and he laid the towel over her
like a small blanket.

She giggled and threw it off. It was still damp from having dried
her hair and cool against her skin.

�What are you going to wear while your clothes wash and dry?� he
asked.

�I am OK,� she said grinning at him.

�Yes you are,� he laughed and he felt her sex; toying with the
dilated opening and noting it was a little swollen from the
pummeling he had given it.

Eventually he stepped back and looked around at his clothes on
the floor. He dressed in his shorts and tee shirt. She stood up
and looked around.

�Bathroom,� she said and skipped out of the room.

He sat on the couch and drew a hand through his hair and sighed.
Forty two years of age and he had just boned a kid barely
thirteen if she was a day. He grimaced at his mental admission to
statutory rape, and briefly thought of his Kim and the times he
had held her trembling; buried inside of her. Once or twice on
this very couch where he sat contemplating his past actions. The
girl came back into the room. Still totally unabashed at her
nudity she sat beside him and took one of his arms and pulled it
around her shoulders. There was some pathos in this move. It was
an attempt to convince herself that he wanted her. She needed to
feel wanted. Borne from the insecurity that had driven her to
succumb to abuse from family since she was barely ten.
Culminating with the situation she had fled from this Wednesday
afternoon before Thanksgiving.

�What�s your name?� O�Keefe asked gently playing with her breast.

�Rosa,� she said simply.

�And where do you live Rosa?� O�Keefe continued.

�Woburn,� she answered.

�We are in Woburn,� he said. �Where abouts in Woburn?�

She didn�t answer.

�How far had you come in the cold�before I found you?� he asked,
taking a different tack on figuring out where she lived.

�I don�t know,� she said quietly. �It was cold, ver� cold. I lost
my way,� she said sadly, wishing he would stop asking where she
came from.

�And then I found you�and brought you here,� O�Keefe said looking
at her.

�I stay here,� she said quickly.

�You can�t stay here�well not for ever�we have to find your
family,� he said staring at her noting her face drop at his
words.

�I stay here�you foun� me�you will take care of me,� she said
staring at him; appearing to be on the verge of tears.

�It�s Ok Rosa,� he said gently and brushed a hand across her
forehead and trailed it through the long hair. �You can stay with
me�tonight at least. But tomorrow is Thanksgiving�we need to get
you home,� he said gently.

Her eyes watered and she sniffed; her pretty face was close to
breaking with a sob.

�I can no go home�not with him there,� she sniffed, and wiped her
nose with a hand.

Her English was quite good despite lazily dropping the last
letter of some words.

�Who?� O�Keefe asked interested in her reference to �him�.

She scowled.

�Uncle Jorge,� she said; her voice almost a sneer. �My father�s
brother.�

�Where is your father?� O�Keefe asked.

Her face dropped and she looked sad once more.

�He dies�two years back. We came here from Providence. To live
with Uncle Jorge,� she said quietly.

�And this Uncle Jorg�he is not your favorite uncle?� O�Keefe
said.

�Si�yes,� she answered looking at him.

�What is wrong with him?� he asked studying the mixture of
expressions her face was pulling as she related her story.

She was clearly troubled by this Uncle Jorge.

�He�make me�like we do�only bad,� she said quietly.

O�Keefe studied her face noting how lost she looked. Taking in
her words and assimilating her halting English.

�Uncle Jorge made you do like me�he had sex with you?� he
paraphrased back to her to get her meaning. �Only you didn�t like
it�like you did with me?�

She nodded without speaking.

�So you ran away�today�he tried to make you have sex today?�
O�Keefe continued.

�Si,� she said softly.

�But yet�you and me�you think we have good sex?� he said looking
at her and lifting her chin so she had to meet his gaze.

�Si,� she said softly. �It good sex�not bad sex like Uncle
Jorge,� she said, her eyes watering once more. �Uncle Jorge hurt
me. Mama can�t stop him no more�otherwise he throw us all out.
Me, mama and Luis,� she said and the tears flowed.

�Who is Luis?� he asked.

�My lil� brother,� she said wiping her tears.

�Your mother knows Uncle Jorge has sex with you?� O�Keefe asked.

She sniffed and nodded.

�She can� stop it no more�otherwise we all have to go.�

�Oh Rosa that�s awful,� O�Keefe sighed, feeling bad for the
little girl.

It seemed incongruous to him that she had run away from an abuser
and then had been rescued by an abuser. Yet she did not see him
and this Uncle Jorge as being anywhere near the same. Here logic
was warped and colored by her need to feel safe. She clearly felt
safe with O�Keefe. What had she been through in her young life
that she could not separate the twin evils of the sex abuse she
had suffered? Both he and Uncle Jorge were child rapists.

O�Keefe could not know just how much abuse the girl had been
subjected to. Before she left Puerto Rico to come to the US she
accepted what happened; living in an extended communal situation
to stave off poverty. She and young girls and boys her age
quickly learned about the dark hunger some adults held for young
children; and the price they would pay with money or food. Uncle
Jorge was recent. Her sexual history was an integral part of the
young girl�s survival before going to live with her Uncle Jorge.
What�s more, O�Keefe could not know she and her mother and
brother were illegals. Her mother was in no position to call in
the authorities to stop the rape of her daughter by her late
husband�s brother. Juvenile sex as rent payment and insurance
against being turned in.

�You can stay here until I work out what we can do about this,�
he said softly and hugged her. She squeezed him and allowed him
to draw her in close.

They sat like this for a few moments; O�Keefe at a loss how to
even approach her problem. Unwittingly he was now an abuser just
like this Uncle Jorge. He had to tread carefully if he was to go
to the police. It could backfire and he could wind up being
arrested. As he pondered the situation, he felt the first gentle
stroke of her fingertips on his cock jutting through the open
flies of his boxer shorts. He jumped slightly and glanced down.
Her head was bent towards his groin and with a chuckle of
resignation, he eased back and lifted his butt slightly; pushing
his hardening cock close to her face. She looked up at him with
an impish grin.

�I stay here,� she said softly, and lowered her mouth over his
cock.

He fucked her on her knees on the couch. She was holding the back
of the couch with her chest leaning against it as he stood behind
her. O�Keefe watching his thick cock pull and invert the soft
surrounding flesh of her vagina. Staring at the tight dark pucker
of her anus and seeing her pelvic floor move in and out as he
fucked deliberately into the little Hispanic girl�s body. Shoving
deep so she clung to the back of the sofa for stability, and her
eyes fluttered as he poled deep inside. He was bigger than Uncle
Jorge. Bigger than any man or boy who had used her. In her own
warped way she felt secure. As long as this man who had taken her
from the biting cold let her stay, he could do whatever he wanted
to her. She failed to see the bizarre parallel with Uncle Jorge
and why she had fled. For Rosa, it was warm here and this man
clearly cared for her. She saw all men as wanting this from her
and girls like her. She would do whatever he wanted to see she
stayed here; just for a few days until she figured out what was
to be done. This wasn�t the first time she had run from Uncle
Jorge. It wasn�t the first time her supposed rescuer had used
her. She was switched on enough to know what she had and how she
might use it. From the moment she had undressed so unashamedly in
O�Keefe�s bathroom, she knew what she had to do to see she was
looked after.

�Oh Kim,� O�Keefe gasped as he came hard in the little Hispanic
girl�s tight cunt for a second time.

�Where are you Kim?� he hissed through clenched teeth, as he
shoved the last spurts of cum into the girl�s tight hole.

�Forgive me my sweet,� he sobbed, meaning his daughter Kim; and
he collapsed over the girl�s back.

Slobbering on Rosa�s shoulders as he struggled to control the
sob�s fighting to escape his body.

�I�m so sorry,� he gasped breathlessly, yet allowing the bliss of
his carnal release to flow through him.

Remorse for Kim was always short lived after a frantic jack off
session before sleep each night, or in the shower each morning.
The self-recrimination at his incestuous past quickly faded. His
disdain for his own treachery towards his daughter was always
fleeting now. Now he had a young girl in his care who would give
as willingly and completely as his missing daughter had done. He
was lost. But on this basic carnal level, he wasn�t fighting it.
He was Rosa�s savior, her protector; The Good Samaritan. Surely
he deserved some reward? Jammed in the tight cunt of this little
girl Rosa, this would do for now.

The End


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