Blizzard

When a fierce snowstorm rolls in a small town, car sales man Stephen hunkers in a shack for the night. What happens next, he’ll remember forever.

Stephen, a brawny man of peak masculine proportion standing at 6’2 over the sales desk of his employer, fills out a time card and puts on his thick, wool peacoat. “You have permission to take the Ford 150 out in all this,” the employee says to Stephen waving the time card. “I should be home before the roads worsen,” he applies chapstick to his lips and tucks it inside his coat pocket. “Take it easy.” He then tosses on his fedora and leaves the sales shop.

The ground was already blanketed by a dense layer of snow and it never showed any sign of letting up as the wintery weather rained fast. Stephen cranks up his car and cautiously peels out of the parking lot. After several minutes driving over the accumulating snow, he noticed his car was sliding when taking the back roads. The compact snow crunching under tires as he slowly drove forth. He still felt confident his vehicle could make the distance home, after all he was but 15 minutes away however, the visibility worsened outside his windshield.

He flung the wipers on full, yet to no avail as the snow pelted hard upon his car, greatly obscuring his view to the point Stephen worried he could not risk going another mile or two. But, he figured if there were a chance of him getting stuck out in this blizzard, he could at least try to cover as much distance as he could inside the warm confines of his car. “Should have taken the truck” he mutters to himself, wincing his eyes to focus on what he could define as part of the road. Eventually, he makes it another two miles before having no choice but to pull over.

He turns his car off and sat in a pure silence save only the soft taps of snowflakes raining down around him. He was in a world of wintery bliss and for a moment, he came to peace with it, admiring the quietness. But of course, Stephen knew he could not enjoy it for long, so he opens the car door and steps out into the surreal white storm like a nomadic man left to trudge the desolate wilderness on foot.

Bundled up in his heavy coat which played crucially in keeping him warm, he walked for about thirty minutes down a long stretch of road before coming to a farmhouse, nearly buried in mounds of snow carried by strong winds. Normally, it would be bold to knock on a stranger’s door, but this was a dire situation and his shoes were soaked and feet cold. Stephen feared of frostbite, so he proceeded to make for the lone house and arrived on its wrapped around porch to knock on the door.

After three knocks, it opens and he is greeted by a beautiful woman about his age of 33. “My names Stephen, I’m a car salesman here in town and afraid my car did not make the journey home,” he explains, shivering in the cold, “if it’s all the same to you, I would be-.” The woman raises a finger, saying nothing and signals him inside. “Come on in,” her voice like silk, “I’m Marcy and this is my home that you are welcomed to.” She ushers Stephen in, shutting the door behind them and helps the man remove his wet garments. “Your shoes,” she points at his feet. He almost forgot while he looked around the interior of the home. It was quaint and tidy, a display of the woman’s care. “Beautiful home you have,” he says stepping out of his shoes that by now are watered by the melting snow.

“Thank you,” she hangs up his coat by a nearby wood stove and stashes his shoes adjacent from that. “I’m making a stew that you are more than welcome to. In the meantime, do make yourself at home while I bring you a cup of coffee.” Delighted to have a hot cup of coffee, Stephen smiles, “that would be swell. Thanks.” Marcy smiles back, pardoning herself into the kitchen directly linked to the living room where Stephen sat on a cozy sofa. His eyes wandered around, taking it all in and was coming to conclude that Marcy perhaps is widowed and has a family judging my the picture frames of portraits hung on walls and placed on every shelf and table within the house.

Marcy returns with a fresh coffee, handing it to Stephen, who takes it and the warmth of the ceramic mug melts his soul as he savors the steam rising from the liquid surface and takes a long sip. “Stephen, right?” Setting the mug down on the table in front of him, he nods his head, “yes. I notice you have a family?” Marcy turns away, “I did.”

“I’m sorry,” he makes a frown. The woman shakes her head, “it’s alright. He passed away 10 years ago.” Stephen looks at the only portrait in the house with a younger Marcy and the late husband in it, surrounded by three children. “I mean, he died in a car crash. It’s just been myself and my three daughters ever since.” Stephen raises his brows at the mention of girls as he was surprised considering the house seemed empty and quiet. “It’s so quiet here, I would have thought you lived all alone,” he says to her. “Yes, yes. They are napping upstairs last I checked. You will meet them,” Marcy then stands up, “in fact, I think I will go awake them. Supper is almost ready anyway. Excuse me.”

After a couple minutes, Marcy comes down a flight of stairs and behind her in an assembly line trot three girls. She introduces them graciously one by one and they are all equally shy. “This is Macy, my oldest, she’s fifteen. Here’s Wendy, the middle child and she’s eleven going on twelve and then here is Ashley, my youngest. She’s nine.” They all stare at the man who by now stood up from the sofa. “Hello, nice to meet you all.” He cracks a smile. Marcy offers them to go about the living room, “this is Stephen. He’ll be staying with us until the storm has cleared.”

Macy, the eldest one of the bunch, is as tall as her mother and shared her looks down to the faint freckles across the bridge of her nose. She wears a dress that looks similar to the one Dorothy wore in the famed Wizard of Oz film and even is just as small as her with pale skin. She follows after her mother into the kitchen to help set the table. Stephen takes a seat back down on the sofa, having another sip of his coffee. Wendy and Ashley held a gaze on the man as they snickered and whispered back and forth into each other’s ears. Wendy has darker hair than her oldest sister and more defining freckles on her face and her eyes are emerald green and she is thin with curvature starting to protrude from her frame and example of puberty at work. Ashley as the youngest, is much shorter than her siblings and her hair is a lighter brown that waved naturally past her shoulders and she has hazel eyes that mesmerized any beholder. They each are wearing dresses that resemble the same design and shape that Macy wears.

While seated in the living room, Wendy and Ashley played on the floor with dolls they quickly had strewn across the hardwood floor. Occasionally, Stephen accidentally caught a surprise glimpse under Ashley’s dress as she acted her age not knowing anything about presenting herself ladylike. Wendy for the most part was the same way, but came across more aware of herself as she kept pulling down the skirt of her dress anytime it reached above her knees. “Supper is ready,” Macy says stopping at the threshold between the kitchen and living room. Wendy and Ashley sprang up and race each other towards the kitchen, almost bumping into Stephen who casually got up.

During supper, small talk occurred yet seemingly in a orderly fashion. The girls were all mannered at the dinner table and asked politely for dishes. Marcy, the mother did not once fuss and appeared, through her elegance to manage all three. The conversation became more about Macy as she a fifteen year old, had been primed to be driving soon and Stephen being a car salesman pitched many ideas for the right vehicle she could one day own. This delighted Macy and she sort of bonded with Stephen over this when at first she was a tad skeptical of having a stranger stay in their home. For Wendy and Ashley, they were the first to excuse themselves from the table with mom’s permission. They began to scurry off, when Marcy reminds them to clean and their plates. Of course! They took care of their remaining bits of food from their plates, scraping them into a bin and setting them down into the kitchen sink before racing off while the more grown up conversation ensued.

Meanwhile, Wendy and Ashley while upstairs expressed freely their crush on the man. They giggled and taunted about on a bed in the room they share together. One bed for each. Macy’s bedroom separate as a perk for being the oldest sibling. Wendy, though young and the middle child have had her time in what she enjoys calling it “in the sack” after hearing it from a guy once twice her age. Needless to say, she isn’t a virgin. Ashley often inquired her sister about it and the questions arose again upon having such a fine man in the house as a guest. Wendy proposed Ashley with an idea that they could seduce the man by dancing like they typically do together for fun. Only this time it would have provocative intent. Ashley felt nervous about the idea, but did like the fact it required dancing and was inevitably all for it.

As the night darkened and snow storm subsided to a calm, Stephen and Macy were having a slew of long conversations, sharing stories about one and another. Then it came time for bed. Marcy made special accommodations for her guest, allowing him to have a choice where he wanted to sleep. Macy low-key had thought to herself that she would not mind at all if he slept in her bed, but that offer never came to be. Stephen humbly settled on sleeping on the sofa, providing that it was comfortable enough. He claimed to have slept outside before on solid ground so, anywhere would be suitable for him.

Macy went over to play the piano by the window and her melody echoed throughout the house, while Stephen marvelled in the music. Marcy arrived with a warm wool blanket and two fluffy pillows, setting them carefully on the arm of the sofa. Then breaking the serene moment, comes trotting down the stairs like a heard of bison Wendy and Ashley. They danced together jovially to the tunes Macy played on perfect key. Marcy sat next to Stephen and watched as everyone in their own way was finding a chance to wind down for the day. It led to Macy excusing herself first to bed. Then Marcy instructing the girls to brush their teeth and go to bed. She assisted Stephen in anyway she could to arrange his accommodations further before blowing out the candle lights and turning in to bed herself finally.

Stephen checks his wrist watch he unstrapped to rest on the adjacent table. The time read 12:06. He tosses over to catch some sleep when all of the sudden he hears the creak of footsteps coming downstairs. It’s Wendy shuffling her way through the dark living room before standing over Stephen’s side as he turns to look up at her. “What’s the matter, can’t sleep?” He asks her in a low voice. In the dark silhouette, he could make out it was in fact the middle sibling of the girls and sat up. She shakes her head and much to his astonishment, the girl then straddles his lap. Stephen unsure of why she would even do that, places his hands down on the sofa cushions and before he could dismiss her, she starts planting gentle kisses across his lips and cheeks.

Wendy’s kisses deepened more affectionately as she swings her hips back and forth over the man’s lap. Stephen began to feel aroused and in the heat of the moment, he found himself raising his hands up to hold her small hips, lifting the skirt of the dress she still is wearing. Stephen’s manhood protrudes up right, splitting Wendy’s bald pubic area and he felt instantly that she is not wearing any underwear. The eleven year old reaches below, to peel the waistband down of Stephen’s trousers and raises her hips just enough to anchor herself down on his crotch again, only this time the man’s erection stuff and slid with little resistance inside her warm flesh muffin.

Stephen could not figure out why this girl was doing this as he didn’t notice any indicator that she was curious about him, let alone wanted sex from him. Yet, he went along, finding her youthful build and looks stunning despite unable to see much of her in the dark living room only illuminated by the white snow outside. Wendy sways her hips, riding the man’s dick with winded exasperation and Stephen feels the girl’s pussy tighten. Her frail body poised to orgasm, riding him cowgirl style on the sofa while everyone slept in the house. Wendy careful not to moan loud, did a good job holding back, allowing soft pants to ghostly echo through the living room. Stephen clasped his hands behind her soft ass, nudging her steadily to pick up her pace as he felt tension rise in his dick that throbbed in such a young cunt. Wendy nestles her face between Stephen’s head and shoulder and her petite body shakes and her moans quivering in his ear as she climaxes. He kisses the side of her head, placing one of his hands behind her head holding her down against him to let her relax while pumps upward inside her convulsing pussy past the brink of his climax. He erupts his semen into her, not even caring to pull out as she felt so warm and tight.

He held her in his arms for a moment as they exchanged kisses before she mounted off his lap, hiked down her dress and snuck off back upstairs. Stephen could not believe that just happened as he quivered in shock, checking over his shoulder to double check there were no one who watched. He shuffles on the sofa, pulling his trousers back up and gets comfortable again to catch some sleep. Yet, after such exciting action, he could not so easily as he tosses and turns over the next hour. Eventually, he could not contain himself and got up to sneak upstairs, hoping to find the girl’s bedroom in the dark. After fumbling carefully through the dark halls, he found a bedroom with the door cracked open. He could make out two beds on opposite sides of the room where Wendy slept and Ashley. They were both passed out and he smiled. He did not wish to awake them. After all, it would not be right whatsoever. Still, he could not get over the taboo sensation of having sex with such fine teenage girls. There was a woman his age, but he didn’t think that would go over so well and she was nice enough to let him stay a night while the storm passed. He thought of the oldest one, Macy and explored further down the hall but her door was completely shut. He grabs the door knob and begins to slowly turn it when all the sudden a young, sweet voice grabs his attention. “What are you doing?” Caught. He sighs and turns to see Ashley, standing down the hallway holding a teddy bear and wearing a nightgown. “I’m… sorry, I’m looking for the bathroom.” He whispers.

“That’s where I’m headed.” Ashley tells him, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Can you show me?” He asks her, as he steps away from Macy’s bedroom door. Ashley nods her head and leads Stephen away into the bathroom and flicks on the light. Not thinking a thing about it, Ashley goes in first, raises her night gown up and sits on the toilet to tinkle. Stephen turns away but not before catching a glimpse of the nine year old’s bald pristine mound. She appears still half asleep, probably sleep walking. He hears the sound of her tinkling while he found himself in an awkward situation. He didn’t need to use the bathroom himself but it was a good excuse that spared him. Ashley hops off the porcelain throne and flushes. Stephen darts his eyes down the end of the hall, hoping that didn’t startle anyone in their sleep. Ashley cuts out the light, dragging her teddy bear by her hip and makes for her bedroom.

Unsure of what to do next, he contemplates going in to their bedroom and having his way with Wendy for perhaps a second going. He musters up the courage and goes in shortly after Wendy does who is tucking herself in bed by the time he enters the room. “Are you here to read a bedtime story?” Stephen jumps, looking over at Ashley as she sits up on her bed. He goes over to her and kneels at her side, whispering. “Well, I suppose I could.” He rummages through a basket of children’s books and finds one that’s appealing. The illustrations and words barely visible by the blinding snow’s light captured by a full moon as he reads to the little girl. By the time he’s half way through the book, Ashley interrupts him and asks the unspeakable. “My sister says she wanted to have sex with you.” In disbelief those words came out of her mouth, Stephen closes the book and stumbles over his response. “Uhm… that’s not appropriate.”

Ashley persists though, “She was supposed to stay up and when the time was right, we were supposed to come down together and have sex with you, but I guess she just fell asleep because I didn’t get woke up.” She very innocently admitted, shrugging her shoulders. Unbeknownst to the girl, Wendy already snuck down and he presumed that Ashley must have been the one who fell asleep first and so Wendy took it upon herself to carry out the promiscuous deed. “What do you know about that?” Stephen asks her, sitting on the edge of her bed.

“It’s how I got here.” Ashley says passively without missing a beat. “Right. You ever… tried it?” The girl shakes her head as she fidgets the round ears of her plush teddy bear. Stephen bites his bottom lip, glossing over the outline of the nine year old’s body benefit the blanket as he leans over her. “I think it would make your sister proud of you try it without her. Yeah?” he asks her in a low voice. Ashley nods her head and Stephen pries her stuffed bear from her small hands and sets it down beside her and leans in to kiss her soft lips. He runs his hand under her blanket down to her bald little mound, brushing gently a finger tip over her tight slit.

Ashley’s heart races in her chest as they kiss and he gracefully toys between her tight lips making Ashley pant under her breath. “You like that?” he whispers in the girl’s ear. She nods daring to go on further but of course she was scared. Stephen pulls the blanket down and slides her around to the end of the bed and throws the end of her nightgown up to her hips and whispers to her, “this may feel weird but it will also feel really good.” Stephen sets his tongue and mouth over her entire hairless mound and exhales his warm breath and runs his tongue up, parting her sealed pussy lips before tenderly sucking on her clit. Ashley curls her little toes and clinches her teddy bear and the bed sheets while he watches her tummy flex and her little body contorting.

He holds her thighs apart, slinging her feet over his shoulders and every time he licks her pussy, he feels the heels of her cute feet press down on his upper back. “Mm” he savors each moment, enjoyed the fresh scent of such young pussy never been touched. He flicks his tongue wildly over her little sensitive bean, making Ashley squirm in her bed and whimpers escape her winded breathing. He dives right in, crazed by her delicious little cunt. He takes his thumb, stimulating her clit steadily pressing it back in with each rub while he eats her out making the girl pant heavily and whisper, “it … tingles… ahhh”

Stephen checks her widened expression as he sucks on her pink labia and rubbing her tiny clitoris. “Is that so, baby girl? Mmm” He rapidly moves his thumb up and down her clit while smacking his lips eating her out and within seconds, Ashley cums and begins tossing and squirming uncontrollably on her bed. Stephen brings his hand over her mouth to conceal her moans as he glances behind him to see that Wendy still asleep on the other bed.

He hovers over her and relaxes the girl and tells her she had her first orgasm and that will make men proud. Ashley sits up and Stephen removes her nightgown off her and tosses it over the basket of bedtime stories. He stands over her and takes off his trousers and out flings his half erect manhood. Ashley astonished is left utterly speechless and gasps. “You know where this can go?” he whispers as he starts to play with her budding soft nipples. “I think so.”

“Go ahead, touch it. This is where you can play with it” He tells her and she wraps her small hands around his shaft. Her hands so soft made him groan silently and Ashley seemed to have got on pretty quickly as she rubs it back and forth. “Open your mouth,” he instructs her and directs his cock past her puckering lips and drives it in across her tongue and the roof of her mouth. “Yeah be a good girl,” he groans under his breath as Ashley sucks his cock. After awhile, he talks the underage girl about penetration and how it will hurt at first. She agrees to try it and they get into a missionary position. Stephen wraps his arms around her whole body, cradling her beneath him under all his weight and he takes his time to wedge the tip of his cock inside her tight pussy. Breaking her hymen and after slowly and carefully thrusting inside her, he waits for the girl to say, “that feels good,” and that was all he needed or ever really wanted to hear from her.

He began thrusting harder and faster to the point his dangling balls clap against her ass cheeks. His arms on either side of her head as he lunges his hips up and down, jolting her body up with every movement. They were fucking. Making her small twin size bed squeak and her teddy bear shake from all the commotion. Ashley slung her legs around his thighs and hands clung to his shoulders and moans softly aloud with all of his grunts and groans. “Ughh fucking this pussy good now” he grunts in her ear lowering his head to hers and cupping her ass firmly underneath her, squeezing her ass cheeks apart while railing her pussy. He makes the young preteen cum again and he pulls out and flips her over on her stomach and prone bones her, absolutely giving her every inch of his manhood. His waist slamming down on her ass, with their skin clapping loudly at this point and the mattress begins to slide back on the bedframe he’s fucking her so hard. Ashley moans and pants heavily finding herself reaching a third orgasm when Stephen reaches under and rubs her clit, bringing the sexually awakened girl to another climax of one of many she will have in the remainder of her years after tonight.

Stephen grips her hair, wrapping the ponytail around his bobbed up fist and gets Ashley into doggy position and pounds her pussy hard. He watches her round plump butt in the shape of a heart jiggle and their skin clapping against each other and sticking too only for a millisecond between each contact. The room scented in their bodily aromas and he then held onto the girl’s small waist and kept fucking her. Out of breath, he suddenly feels he cannot hold back his cum anymore and he pulls out and drags Ashley by her ankles towards him and flips her on her back and strokes his throbbing wet cock over her cute face. Rope after rope of his stick substance lands all over Ashley’s pretty doll face as he holds her by the top of her head so all she can really do is flinch her face. “Ohhh fuck,” he groans and catches his breath.

The next morning. The sun shines brightly through the windows of the living room as Marcy helps Stephen put on his peacoat that’s now completely dry and warm. “It was a pleasure staying here, but the roads have been cleared enough for me to depart.” He says putting on his fedora. Marcy smiles catching his gaze, “the girls really liked you.” He freezes, not from the gust of wind piercing his face upon opening the front door, but the events of last night rang vividly in his head. Did she know? Of course not, he dismissed. “Oh, yes. Your daughters.” Stephen strolls out into the white abyss. Marcy stood at the door, folding her arms to shield from the chilling air. “If you ever get stranded or would like to come over for a coffee, you know where to come.”

Stephen turns finally towards the woman, and nods. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Just as he turns away, he sees Wendy and Ashley standing at the upstairs bedroom window, waving to him a sorrowful yet joyous farewell.

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