Title: Snowbound
Author: davidq
Keywords: Mg
I cannot for the life of me remember how I came to be stranded with
Abby in the fancy motel, both dripping wet and cold from battling the
snow outside, but there we were, and this is what happened.
"Come on, Abby, don't get any colder now."
I unlocked the room and held the door open. Poor little Abby already
looked half frozen, wet hair clinging to her face, a tidewash of snow
halfway up her soaking jeans. She shuffled into the room. I turned
to lock up the car, then followed her, slamming the door on the
howling whiteness beyond.
"Phew!"
At least the motel room was decent: short hallway, en-suite bathroom,
outer sitting area and bed area round the corner. One benefit of
being snowed in at a ski resort, I supposed --- the skiing crowd at
least demanded decent accomodation. I hung up my coat and wrestled my
boots off. Abby stood a little way inside, next to the bathroom door,
looking cold, bedraggled and a little forlorn. But still lovely. She
looked across at me and gave a small smile --- then shivered.
"Come on, honey," I said, kicking my boots aside, "let's get you out
of those wet things and into a hot shower."
She struggled out of her little pink parka as I knelt and untied her
snow-frosted bootlaces. She held my shoulders as I helped her step
out. Good, her double socks were still pretty dry. She shouldn't be
too bad.
"Let's take the rest off in here," I said, stepping into the wetroom.
Definitely geared up for the skiing crowd, the en-suite bathroom was
actually a wetroom --- toilet and sink at the far end, and the rest a
sizeable shower area perfect for peeling off wet ski gear and getting
warmed up. She trotted under my arm and I closed the door behind us.
She managed her jumper and shirt, but her jeans were now wet and
clinging, and she succeeded in tugging them to mid thigh but no
further. I watched her wriggling for a little while. She looked wet
and chilly, but wonderfully cute. She had her back to me, and her
damp panties clung delightfully to her little bottom as she fought
with her jeans.
"Let me help you, honey."
I turned her around by her cold shoulders and knelt in front of her
again. Little be little I inched her jeans down over her pink little
thighs, past her knees and eventually off. I threw them into the
corner of the room, looked up, caught her looking down, laughed, and
planted a quick kiss on her soft little belly.
"Let's get the shower on for you, honey," I said, rising. I turned
the taps as Abby slipped down her panties, and soon the room was warm
and getting steamy. I guided Abby gently under the shower stream, and
watched in satisfaction as the warm water began to thaw her out. She
let the water splash over her face, running off her round little chin
in a tiny waterfall.
Abby has a will of her own, and it's reflected in her face --- a strong
face for a little girl, oval, slightly full to match the rest of her
figure. Her nose is little-girl-snubby, of course, her mouth small
but quite full, but it's her eyes that draw you in. Big, dark brown,
showing a spark deep down that's so enticing...
"Hair wash first, I think," I said, "but let me get rid of this wet
stuff." I peeled my sodden shirt off, throwing it into the corner on
top of her jeans. Abby didn't notice --- she was too busy examining the
array of shower gels, shampoos and complementary creams on the shower
shelf.
Taking a handful of shampoo I lifted her lovely dark hair from her
shoulders and began to massage it in. The dry-ish upper half of my
jeans started gettting wet from the shower jet. "Close your eyes,
honey," I said as I worked the shampoo up into a lather, drawing her
out of the stream of water a little. I massaged her head slowly,
luxuriating in the feel of her hair in my hands and watching tracks of
soap suds trickle their way down her little body. I watched suds run
slowly from her shoulder across her chest, tickling across her small
pinkish nipple, seeming to pause there before setting off again,
winding slowly down her tummy. They joined another stream of suds
there, a larger mass now riding down the gently curving hill of her
belly, pooling briefly around the tiny dip of her belly button, before
descending over her abdomen, lower, lower, until finally they
collected, lingerly, on the soft, pale lips of her beautiful little
pussy.
I held her hair at arms length, working the shampoo through it slowly,
my eyes following the trickles of soap and water across her glorious
chest and tummy to her beautiful little pussy. The front of my jeans
began to bulge.
"OK, head down," I said, steering her back under the water. A rush of
white lather washed down her body, sweeping the last of the
snow-brought chill away. I turned her carefully in the water, rinsing
her hair thoroughly, admiring the plump softness of her little bottom.
My jeans bulged more.
"OK, sweetie, is that better?" I asked when her hair was
clear. She looked up at me. "Yes thank you, Uncle Dave,"
she replied, her little mouth and big eyes smiling. She calls me
"Uncle" as a kind of honorific. I like the way it sounds.
"Feeling warmer?" I asked, reaching for the shower gel. She nodded,
her gaze attracted by the bulge in my jeans. "That's good. Let's get
you all clean. Back first."
I lathered shower gel into my hands as she turned her back,
thoughtfully lifting her wet hair out of the way for me. I knelt
behind her, now partly in the shower stream, and rubbed my slick soapy
hands across her little shoulders and the tops of her arms. Her skin
was silk-smooth, beautiful to touch.
A little hint and she raised her arms so I could soap down her flanks,
across her back, working my way slowly towards the curve of her
bottom. Rubbing in circles, my hands moved gently towards the tops of
her buttocks, paused... and slid down to cradle them. Gently but
insistently I massaged her soft, fabulous little buttocks, the heels
of my hands matching the lower curves, my thumbs running down
alongside her butt crack.
Slowly, with no prompting, Abby began to lean forwards. With her
hands on the tops of her thighs she leaned forwards, pushing her
bottom backwards in the most perfect pert little fashion. I rubbed
her more strongly, feeling her pushing back. She bent lower, and
moved her feet slightly, just a little, then a little more, moving
them apart so her buttocks splayed ever so slightly.
"Let's make sure you're all clean." I had to try that twice, clearing
my throat after my first attempt got lost in my heavy breathing.
Holding her left buttock tenderly, I pulled it a little to one side
with my thumb and ran my right forefinger from the top of her butt
crack to the bottom, tracing slowly over her beautiful little anus. I
rubbed her again, and she bent right over, touching her toes, her
bottom opening out in front of me.
Her anus was gorgeous, a neat little slit surrounded by perfect pink
puckering. Below it, the soft curve of her mound was split by a
single dark line, the clean, simple opening to her little girl's cunt.
I ran my fingers up and down slowly and gently, trembling, tracing the
groove of her butt crack, circling her anus lightly, rubbing over her
perineum and caressing the tiny pillows of her pussy lips, teasing
just a little at the slit between them. For several minutes I gently,
carefully, lovingly cleaned her anal and genital area from behind, my
cock now a raging monster inside my wet jeans.
"Oh, Abby, doll," I murmured. She gave a little shudder and
straightened up. She turned to me, her face level with mine, flushed,
her eyes wide and shining. I opened my arms and embraced her, pulling
her soft wet nakedness against my chest and kissing her softly on the
lips. She kissed back in a disarmingly little-girl way. I cradled
her bottom and gently teased her lips with mine, sucking her bottom
lip, licking her mouth with the tip of my tongue, slowly teaching her
new ways to kiss.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and we
kissed in the warm stream from the shower. I lowered her onto my lap,
her bottom pressing onto the hard erection under my jeans.
"Your thing is hard," she whispered, glancing down my chest. "That's
because you are such a beautiful little girl," I replied gently.
"It's hard all because of you. Would you like to see it?" I whispered
it in her ear. She hesitated, then nodded.
I lifted her to one side and rose to my feet. My jeans and boxers
came off easily, and I stood for a moment or two in the stream of the
shower, letting Abby take in the sight of my cock standing hard and
red in front of her.
"My Daddy's willy looked like that once," she remarked, head on one
side. I started a little. "Really?" "Yes, it was when Mummy was
kissing it," she answered. I smiled.
"Well, that shows how much your Daddy loves your Mummy," I said. "Men
only let very special ladies kiss their cocks."
"Willies," she said, looking up and frowning. "My Daddy says it's
called a willy."
"Some men call them willies," replied, "but I call mine my cock."
"Why is it special to kiss one?" she asked. "It just is," I replied.
"It shows that the man thinks the lady is really special, and that he
trusts her to kiss him like that. I wouldn't let just anyone kiss
mine, you know."
Abby looked up, her big brown eyes staring. I held her gaze, looking
into those beautiful pools. "I'd let you kiss my cock, though, Abby,
'cos you're very special."
She hesitated, looking down at my stiff cock. She wrinkled her cute
little nose. "What does it taste like?" she asked. "It tastes nice,"
I replied, "a little salty, but it's just like kissing. Try it -
pretend it's an ice lolly!"
She looked up again and gave a slow, small smile. She reached out a
little hand and, tentatively, encircled my cock with it. I twitched,
and she gave a little gasp, then grinned delightedly. "Yes, it does
that," I smiled. "It has a life of its own."
Abby squeezed the shaft of my cock, feeling the hardness under the
warm skin. "It's soft and hard at the same time," she said
wonderingly. "Yes," I replied. "Give it a lick." She hesitated
again, then with another glance up at me she ducked her head and gave
the end of my cock a little lick. It twitched again, and she smiled
up at me, then licked again with more confidence.
"Ohhhhh, Abby," I sighed, leaning back under the shower as she licked
again, then slowly pushed her beautiful little lips down around the
head of my cock. "Ohhhhh, sweetie. That is lovely. Ohhhh, honey.
You can lick it and suck it just like that. Watch the teeth, though!
No biting! But lick me and suck me like that. Mmmmm. Suck it.
Ohhhh, lovely. Squeeze me with your hand there --- it's OK, you can
squeeze quite hard. Oohhhh. Squeeze and suck me. Ohhhh,
darling...."
I stood, knees trembling slightly, warms shower-water cascadng off my
shoulder, while gorgeous, naked little Abby stood in front of me and
sucked my cock. She listened to my few words of guidance, taking the
head of my cock into her mouth and sucking it while pressing her
tongue around it. Her deep, dark, eyes glowed as she gazed up into
mine, and honestly I have never seen a more wondrous sight than Abby's
big brown eyes gazing at me while her beautiful little lips sucked on
my cock...
I lost track of time, standing there in shower while a beautiful
six-year-old girl sucked me off. My cock was achingly hard, foreskin
tight back, head bright red when it popped out from between her lips.
I held the base for her, showed her gently how to slide her mouth
backwards and forwards and how to suck hard with the head full in her
mouth. I was panting and groaning, moaning her name over and over -
"Ohh, Abby, honey, suck it, ohh Abby, baby, honey, ohh, honey, baby
girl, suck my cock, ohhhh, ohhh, take it in, suck me, ohhhh, Abby, you
are a little angel..."
The throbbing in my balls told me it was time to stop for now. I
reached out to stroke her hair, gently disengaging my cock from her
mouth. A strand of dribble hung between her lower lip and the tip of
my cock as she smiled, perhaps a little uncertainly, up at me. I
reassured her: "Abby, honey, that was *so* special. You are a
total darling."
I turned off the shower and bundled Abby into the biggest, fluffiest
towel I could find. I carried her out of the wetroom; we kissed as I
took her back into the outer part of the motel room and down to the
big, broad, squashy sofa. I half lay, half sat her down, and without
another word I unfolded the towel from around her, knelt down on the
rug and lifted her feet up to the sofa seat.
Gently I pushed her knees apart. Her pale, clean little pussy opened
a little, the soft plump lips parting ever so slightly to show me the
pinky-blackness beyond. I looked into her eyes, smiling love and
reassurance, then bent down and kissed her at the top of her pussy.
A little gasp escaped her and her knees twitched; but she kept them
apart as I began to kiss the lips of her pussy on either side, then
back to the top, circling kisses around the pink centre of her
girlhood. I breathed deeply, drinking in her delicate scent -
showergel, mostly, with a delicious hint of something deeper.
I licked, tickling my tongue in between her hairless lips, caressing
the soft pink folds just inside the opening. She wriggled and sighed.
"Mmm, that's... nice, Uncle Dave," she murmured, nestling her bottom
down a little more, raising her hips up a little more. I licked
gently.
"What do you call this part of you?" I asked, kissing tenderly.
"Mmm, we say 'front bottom'," she replied, "but I think that's a bit
silly."
"It is," I agreed. "Very disrespectful not to give such a beautiful
thing proper names. These lovely soft bits" --- I kissed her lips again
- "are your vulva. I always think it's a bit of an ugly name, so I
call them your pussy. This" --- my tongue probed --- "is your vagina."
"Vagina..." she murmured. I paused.
"You know, Abby, we're being rather naughty here, rather rude --- shall
we use some really rude and naughty names?"
A mischievous grin spread across her face. She nodded.
I grinned back. "OK; so you've been sucking my cock, and now I'm
licking your pussy and your cunt. Your cunt is where a man will put
his cock when you want to fuck. If I were to put my cock into your
cunt, I'd be fucking you, and you'd be fucking me too!"
My cock spasmed its agreement, harder than ever as I licked Abby's
pussy and talked dirty to her.
Abby sighed and snuggled back on the towel. "Mmm, lick my cunt," she
whispered. Delighted, I did so.
I gently licked and kissed and nibbled her little pussy for ages,
beginning to taste her unique taste beneath the showergel and shampoo.
I pressed my tongue against the peak of her pussy where her little
undeveloped clit was, wriggling the tip of my tongue against her
peehole and making her squirm and sigh. I asked her how it felt.
"Tingly. Tingly and nice," she replied, her legs as wide as she could
hold them. She closed her eyes for a while, breathing heavily, then
asked:
"Uncle Dave, would you fuck me? Would you put your cock in my cunt so
we can fuck?"
Oh, oh, oh!
I kissed her open pussy, noticing its tightness and glimpsing her
hymen deep inside. I sighed.
"Oh Abby, doll, I'd love to fuck you, but we'd better not. The first
time can be really sore and I don't want to hurt you." I thought for
a second. "We can pretend, though, do a pretend-fuck. Shall we try?"
"Ooh, yes," she replied, sitting up a little. I raised my head and
stood. "OK, I know what we need. Firstly, a bed!"
She scrambled up and climbed up into my arms again and I carried her
across to the kingsize. I tugged the duvet away and laid my little
princess down on the crisp white sheet.
"And now... don't you move, sweetie!" I nipped back to the wetroom,
scooped up the bottle of babyoil I'd seen there, and returned to the
bed. Abby was lying back, her knees up, one hand behind her head, the
other playing gently, absent-mindedly with her tiny little clit. I
watched for a few seconds, such a beautiful sight --- her glorious
little body alive and pink and quivering slightly, not with cold now
but with what appeared to be a thrilling desire for more forbidden
fruit.
Smiling, excited, I climbed onto the bed and knelt next to her.
"OK, let's play 'let's pretend'," I grinned. "But first, suck my cock
again. Kneel down on your hands and knees so I can see you in the big
mirror and suck my cock."
If Abby was at all shocked by my instructions she didn't let on. She
looked sideways at the big wardrobe doors that mirrored our moves on
the crisp white bedspread. I caught her eye in the mirror and she
giggled as she wriggled round to kneel on all fours, pert little
bottom in the air, head down at my lap where she took my cock into her
mouth again and began to suck me.
Mmmm. She'd got good at this really quickly. I switched my gaze from
her serious little face with its small, sensuous mouth enclosing the
head of my cock, to her smooth, short back with her gorgeously plump
bottom at the end of it, to the tableau in the mirror --- me on my
knees, a lovely little girl kneeling in front of my with my dick in
her mouth. Snowblown sunlight streamed from the high windows, filling
the room with light and picking out Abby's bottom and lower back. If
I'd a camera, I mused, I'd have the best set of child porn pics ever
taken.
"Oh, honey, you are a total sweetie!" I lifted Abby's chin away from
my cock; she came rather reluctantly I thought. "Now, let's try
this." I lifted the bottle of babyoil and popped the lid. "Hold
your hands out, like this." I showed her. She cupped her hands and I
dribbled babyoil into them.
"Now rub that onto my cock. That's it, dribble it on. Here, a bit
more. OK, rub it up and down til it's all slippery. Mmm, good. Ooh,
very good! OK, hold your hand like this" --- I formed a ring with my
fingers and thumb, a loose fist. Abby copied me, glancing at the
mirror for a moment. "OK, good, now push that down over my cock. Try
and keep your finger and thumb together! It's OK, you won't hurt me -
we're all slippery!"
I closed my eyes as Abby pushed her tight little fist down over the
head of my cock, squeezing it hard against the pressure of blood
inside. I guided her to stop when she'd enclosed just the head, then
showed her how to jiggle her fist so she jerked me just by the head of
my cock, jerked the sensitive ridge, keeping it tight compressed so I
was soon roaring with near-overwhelming stimulation.
"Ohhh, fuck me Abby! Jerk my cock! Ohh, fucking hell! Oh God!
Ahhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhh fuck! Ahhh!!
My cock has never been so hard, so angry and so deeply stimulated.
"Ahhh!" I reached out and pulled Abby towards me. Lifting her onto
my lap facing me, I arranged her legs either side of hips, pushed my
legs open just far enough to grab the base of my cock, then shoved my
cock against her pussy. I pushed my slippery cock around her crotch,
squashing her pussy lips, pressing gently at her cunt opening,
slipping underneath to rub her perineum with it.
I got her to dribble babyoil down over our genitals and I rubbed my
cock against her little naked pussy, using it to squash her clit, rub
her lips, waggle against the outer pink folds of her cunt. I so
wanted to penetrate her, to fuck her glorious tight little cunt
properly, but not today.
Abby wriggled and squirmed in my lap, one hand on my shoulder, the
other braced against my knee as I pretend-fucked her with my slippery
cock.
We were so oily that she started to slip. I let her slide off, then
grabbed her little hips and turned her round, pulling her back towards
my on all fours. I pushed my cock against her pussy in a doggy-style
approach, and rubbed up and under and up and under, rubbing against
her soft little pussy, rubbing up to push against her anus.
"Mmmm. This is us pretend-fucking, Abby. I'm pretend-fucking you
from behind. Just imagine my big hard cock is inside you, pusing
inside you, fucking your tight little cunt from behind, Abby, making
you scream!"
She moaned, pushing her slippery bottom back onto me. I probed her
anus with my forefinger, pushing the slippery tip against her puckered
pink slit. She whimpered. I pushed it a little more, forcing the tip
of my finger into her slippery anus. I whispered gently to her,
wriggling my finger slowly and gently, pushing gently but insistently,
and little by little my finger disppeared up her bottom.
"I'm inside you, doll," I murmured. "My finger's fucking your ass.
You can fuck an ass like you can fuck a little cunt. Is that nice?"
Her only answer was a muffled groan as she pushed her face into the
bedspread and her bottom back onto my finger.
For several minutes I rubbed my cock against her hot little pussy and
waggled my finger up her slippery little bottom. Her anus was
relaxing, not fighting me as much as I thought it might. I
wondered...
"Abby, baby," I whispered hoassly, letting my finger slip from her
bottom. She groaned. "Abby, I'm going to see if I can fuck you in
the ass. Is that OK? Would you like me to try?"
"Uh-huh," she mumbled, her flushed face staring at mine in the mirror,
damp hair obscuring half of it. "Yeah, put it in my butt. Fuck me
in my butt."
So very carefully I lined the tip of my cock up against her anus. I
gripped her buttocks gently, my thumbs near her anus, and applied the
tiniest pressure. I pushed. The tip of my cock squashed against her
anus. I pushed again. Her anus puckered --- in-out --- like she was
trying to poo. I whispered to her, gently, gently, and kept pushing,
kept up the sideways pressure of my thumbs...
Her anus puckered again. This time it didn't close up again. My cock
slipped forward, the tip of it disappearing.
She gasped. Her hole closed. I whispered, stroked her bottom.
Gently I tried again. Again, she opened, then closed, pushing me out.
Again. Push. Open. Push. Slide. Slip. Push.
Very slowly the head of my cock slid into Abby's anus.
Very slowly I kept pushing until I felt the head of my cock clear her
anus and enter her rectum. Her sphincter tightened around me, but my
cock's head was beyond the backward pressure and I stayed. I moaned
aloud.
"Oh Abby baby, you've done it! You've taken my cock up your ass!
We're fucking! I'm fucking you up your ass!"
Abby panted and grinned at the mirror. I panted and grinned back, and
gently moved my hips, just wriggling my cock inside her rectum. She
raised her head from the bed and we both admired ourselves --- the man
fucking the little girl up the butt, his hard dick half visible behind
her.
What an astonishing feeling. It was like her sippery fist again, the
billowy flesh of her rectum and the clenching power of her anus
stimulating my cock like nothing else ever.
Fucking Abby in the ass was the best thing I've ever done.
And so we spent a good few hours on the bed in that smart, sharp motel
room with the snow finally stopping and the sun moving slowly across
our bodies as we licked and sucked, jerked and fingered, rubbed and
played. Several times she shivered and shook with little-girl
orgasms; a beautiful, beautiful sight, little Abby's orgasm face. I
fucked her in the ass one more time, tight and slippery, hot and
sweet, until finally I lay on my back and she sat astride me, and she
jerked me to a crashing orgasm with my cock pressed against her pussy
and the cum squirting again and again and again, all over her belly,
all over her thighs and her gorgeous, hairless little mound. Again
and again, all for sweet little Abby.
Afterwards we both fell asleep, curled up together, exhausted,
blissful.
I had more sex with Abby at other times, in other places, but that was
the first. It's true --- you never forget it.