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   {ASS} Frozen In <*> {Wickard} (Mg, Mf, MF, cheat, fg, Fg, anal, oral,
1st, atom, cons, job, inc, ped, size)

   Travelers are caught in an ice storm on an interstate highway.



   This is a work of fiction, a fantasy (F-A-N-T-A-S-Y).  For those lacking
the intelligence to understand, that means this story is completely made
up. None of the places, characters, or situations ever happened.  This
story was originally published on an adult only site where people do have
the brains and imagination to distinguish between reality and fantasy.  I
am not responsible for any copies not on that site.



   Frozen In

   by Wickard

   Talk about a mean night.  The All American at Frystown has a good home
style sit down and decent showers, but I'd left when it was just beginnin'
to snow.  Accordion' to the Feds Hours of Service I was s'posed to sit
there 'til four in the mornin', but there was an ice storm comin' on top of
the snow and I didn't wanna to get caught there.  I figured I could get
east on Seventy-eight, sneak up Thirty-three and across Eighty into the
Garbage State as everyone calls it.  My delivery was only five miles beyond
the river down Forty-six.  I should be able to get there and possibly get
it off in the mornin', then sit at the diner 'round the corner waitin' for
the ice to melt.  Or I could walk to get food if no one came in to get my
load off.  You didn't have to pay to get into New Jersey, only to get out,
so I didn't have tolls to match.  I'd shift the time when I did my logs, so
by tomorrow afternoon I'd be legal again.

   Now it was snowin' so hard I couldn't see more'n twenty feet in the
headlights.  The road was nonexistent, just a white expanse with no edges.
I was steerin' by watchin' the guide rail seperatin' East from West, hopin'
that it didn't end since that was the only thin' guidin' me.  I was geared
down to seventh, takin' it easy even though I had a bit over forty-five
thousand in the box, which put me within a thousand pounds of the legal
limit and gave me plenty of traction.

   I eased up on the throttle when I saw headlights alternate with tail
lights down the hill ahead of me.  The snow lifted enough for me to see a
few hundred feet past the bottom where a flatbed was across the road, a car
just in front of him facin' the wrong direction, and another car spinnin'
to a stop.  I hit the brakes and started slowin' careful to keep the
trailer straight.

   I grabbed the mic of the CB and called out, "Got a spinner at the, oh
hell I can't see where we are.  We're slowin' down big time eastbound." I
didn't wanna hit anythin', or have someone hit me, and have to try and
explain to the cops what I was doin' here.  I could stop, and it looked
like I'd have to unless the people in front started movin'.

   The two way radio yelled out, "Watch it comin' down the hill!  It's
slicker than shit!" I knew that already; my ABS was catchin' when the
wheels stopped and causin' the truck to jerk.  But I was stoppin' and I was
stayin' straight by some miracle.  That's when the rain drops started to
hit my window.  I stopped in jerks, but I stopped straight, next to a BMW
station wagon, what they call a crossover now.

   I looked right, saw a bit of green, grabbed the mike of the two way and
called, "Watch the hill at the forty-three.  We're stuck at the bottom and
it's icin'."

   An answer came, "Yeah, we see ya Driver.  Got the road blocked at the
top.  You guys OK down there?"

   "Think so.  It don't look like the front two hit, but that empty
skateboard ain't gonna have traction to move.  Especially now that the ice
hit."

   "Yeah, it's started up here, too.  Fuel OK?"

   "Just put on a hundred seventy-five gallons in Frystown."

   A new voice said, "We're OK too.  Ya got the skateboard here.  I got the
guy from the spinout.  We'll stay here until the State trucks come." That
was good to hear.  The worst things about snow and ice was gettin' stuck on
the road and runnin' out of fuel.  No, it was runnin' over the dumb ass in
the four wheeler who couldn't keep the damn thin' straight.  At least
tonight we'd all keep warm.

   I called, "OK.  I'll grab the people next to me.  At the least we'll
keep them warm."

   The voice from the top of the hill called, "If the State shows up here
I'll let them know.  I got a good coating on my mirrors already.  This is
not going to be a good night."

   I marked the time down.  I'd been drivin' an hour.  It was just past six
in the evenin' and it did look like it'd be a long night.  The cruise set
bumped the idle up a few hundred revolutions per minute, enough to keep the
heat in the engine.  I grabbed my coat and climbed down to the road. 
Walkin' was nearly impossible already.  The rain pelted down and froze soon
as it hit the snow, which was meltin' and refreezin' into a smooth sheet
impossible to walk on, let alone drive.  Usin' the hood of the car to keep
my balance, I made my way around to the driver's side of the Beemer.  The
window lowered without me knockin'.  A lady about thirty years old, with
long blond hair and nice tits looked out at me.  I could see two shadows
movin' in back.  This was a mom and two kids.

   I told her, "I got fuel for ten days at least next door, and snacks, and
room if you'd rather save your gas."

   "My daughters are in the back.  Do you have room for them too?"

   I smiled.  "I got two beds and a TV and a fridge and a microwave, plus
my clothes, and I still have room to work out once in a while.  Yep, I got
room."

   "Girls, put on your coats.  We're moving." She turned off the car.

   "Don't lock your door.  No one's gonna be around 'cept us and the ice'll
freeze your locks.  Come on."

   Two hooded figures climbed out the back door while the mother worked her
way out the driver's door.  I led the way around to my truck and opened the
door.

   "Climb on up and go back through the curtain, but don't touch nothin'.
You hit the wrong button and this thing'll roll." I helped the kids up the
two step ladder and into the door.  They climbed across the driver's seat
and into the back.  Their mom followed and worked her way over to the
passenger seat.  I closed the door behind me.

   "It's cold back here!" I heard a voice say.  I pushed the button that
started the fan in the back.

   "It'll warm up soon enough." I pointed just behind the passenger window.
"Grab that curtain there next to you, just over your shoulder.  Pull it
around to the front." The tieback for my side curtain unfastened easily and
I pulled it around.  The other side met mine.  The Velcro fastened and the
world was outside.

   "In the back.  Pull the curtains to the side.  You'll see where the
hold-backs are.  Let them fold naturally and tie them back." I heard
movement behind me and saw the back open up.  Now I had to be polite, and a
teacher.  So many people don't understand truckin', yet they put us down
and act like we're second class citizens and they still want the
commodities we bring.

   "Welcome to my house."

   The woman looked over.  "Your house?"

   "This is where I sleep, and relax, watch TV and DVDs, and sometimes eat,
and yeah, this is my house.  It warmin' up back there?"

   "It's starting to," a kid's voice answered.

   I shucked my coat off and shoved it on the dash in front of me.  Next to
me the mother was doin' the same thin'.  The seat slid back and I turned to
her.

   "John Southin'ton.  You can call me John."

   "Shirley Watkins.  These are my daughters Sarah and Jessie."

   Mom had long blond hair that hung straight down her back and a face out
of a magazine.  Her breasts were not that big, but she wasn't fat at all
and that made them look bigger, proportioned just right.  She looked like a
model, only older, and very familiar.  Her daughters followed her look,
long blond hair, thin, and young.  Way too young.  One of them had yet to
fill out, and the other was just startin'.  So much for extracurricular
activity.

   "I know what you do, John, obviously, but why are you out here?"

   "I was tryin' to beat the weather, get to my stop in Jersey before it
iced.  What're you doin'."

   "We just had a shoot.  We all model.  I think I better call my husband
and tell him I'll be late.  Oh, shit.  My cell's in the car."

   "Use mine."

   "We want to talk to Daddy, too," two voices called from the back.  I
smiled and nodded.

   Shirley made the call and explained what was goin' on, then handed the
phone to the back.  While the kids talked to their father, she said, "He
said the storm's really bad and to get a room if we get out of here.  He
said that they're expecting almost two inches of ice, and lots of places
are going to lose power."

   "The phone just went dead!" a voice shouted from the sleeper.

   "The wires might have gone down somewhere around the house.  Don't
worry. We have the wood stove, and Daddy knows what to do."

   "But Daddy can't put us to sleep."

   "Well, you'll just have to deal with it.  This is an unusual situation,
and to tell you the truth I'd rather be here than in some motel room.  We
have heat here that is not going to stop because we lost power.  I can
imagine wires will come down all over the place, and homes and motels will
get cold."

   "Like our house?  Like Daddy?"

   "Yes, like Daddy.  But remember he has the wood stove and plenty of
wood, so he won't freeze."

   "Imagine you're campin'" I supplied.

   "It is getting warmer.  Mom?"

   Shirley raised her eyebrows.  "We're guests here in Mr.  Southington's
truck, house."

   "Just John, please.  It's OK.  I'm very flexible and this is not as
strange a situation for me as it must be for the girls.  I always sleep in
my truck.  Well, almost always.  I have one week home for each six out.  I
sleep better in here.  I'm used to it."

   Shirley thought for a moment.  "John, I must ask you something or the
girls will not leave us alone.  We're nudists, and usually don't wear
clothes.  Would you mind if we undressed?"

   Mind?  She had to ask?  I'd get to look at this delectable creature in
all her glory, plus the two beautiful young'uns in the back and she had to
ask?

   Then she threw in the catch.  "Of course you'd have to join us."

   Could I?  I'd been out for a month so far and was hard just thinkin' of
lookin' at her.  And her kids were right here, underage, which was not a
problem for me, but because of society's fucked up thinkin' I could get
popped for indecent exposure, or worse.  All somebody'd have to do is open
the door.  That problem I could handle.

   "Make sure that side's locked, please.  I'm really not sure we should
with the kids here and all.  It's been a while and I'm on a hair trigger if
you know what I mean." I double checked my lock.

   "The girls see their father in all stages of arousal.  In fact they've
helped relieve him.  It would do them good to try someone different so they
won't be surprised when they start nude modeling."

   What the hell?  She was talkin' about incest, and statutory rape, and
who knows what else.  Nude modelin' my ass.  She was talkin' about porn. 
Kiddy porn.  The kind I had stashed so even the DOT wouldn't find it.  I
looked at the girls.  They silently pleaded with me.  I couldn't resist
their sad eyes.  Anyway, even though I probably wouldn't get a chance with
them, I'd have a better chance with Mom.

   "I guess so."

   "Yippee!" two voices called from the back.

   I pulled my shirt over my head.  The girls were busy on the lower bunk
undressin' each other.  Mom was foldin' her top.  As she lay it on the dash
I noticed she wasn't wearin' a bra.  She wiggled out of her pants.  Again
she wore nothin' under her outside clothin'.

   She noticed I was lookin'.  "We wear as little clothing as possible.  My
husband and I have done this since before we met, and the girls are just
following along."

   I looked at the girls.  Neither wore clothes now and they both looked
familiar, as if I'd seen them before.  They sat on the lower bunk with
their legs crossed, their slits barely visible in shadow.  I noticed they
looked similar.  One was taller as she sat and had the beginnin' of a shape
to her.  Her breasts were just starting to grow, little nubs with nipples
that jutted out.  There was no way I was goin' to place names with faces in
the couple hours that we'd be here.  And the little one had found my DVDs.
I hoped not my private collection.

   Their mother, on the other hand, was perfection.  Firm breasts that
stood proudly, with nipples that told the story of breast feedin'.  Her
flat stomach told of workouts, of the care she took for herself.  She'd
have taught the girls to take that same care.

   "Mr.  -- John, your pants, too," she reminded me.

   I unbuckled my belt, slid down the zipper and raised up to slide my
pants down to the floor.  Two gasps came from the bed.  I know I'm big, but
I didn't expect that.  Especially not from two girls who should just be
learnin' the basics, not the sizes.

   I saw Shirley's eyes widen.  She looked at me and winked, then asked,
"You sure your name's not Holmes?"

   "No," I said with a smile.  I'd been told I was big, but I'd never
compared myself with anyone else.  To compare me with one of the biggest
and most famous porn stars made me feel good.  Then I realized that any
chance I had with the young'uns had just flown away.

   From the back I heard the young girl call, "Hey, Mom!  He's got your
first time."

   They had found my special collection, the one I had hidden from the DOT,
or so I thought.  And Mom's first time?  I had the Poppin' Cherries series
from fifteen years ago to present, kids fuckin' for the first time on
camera, usually showin' they knew what sex was about by first suckin' off
the monster that eventually deflowered them.  These kids knew about it, and
Mom had done it.

   "And mine.  You didn't recognizes me?" I mentally removed the breasts.
Yep, this could be her, one of the recent additions to my collection.  I
was caught, but these lovelies wouldn't say anythin'.  Maybe I would taste
young pussy for my first time.

   I answered, "I'm sorry.  It's just you don't meet movie stars every day.
Especially those movies."

   That got them smiling, at least the older one.  Flattery worked lots of
places, especially when it was sincere and true.  As long as Mom said OK
I'd have fun.

   "What would you like to do?" Shirley asked the girls.  She was lookin'
at my lap.  I noticed the two in the back were eyein' the same area.  I was
hard and it was stickin' up almost to my chest.

   "I want to play with that," the older girl, Sarah, said.

   "I'm younger," the other girl said poutin'.

   "So what?"

   Shirley supplied, "So she is going to bed soon.  We may get rescued and
I'll need you both awake.  Jessica, tell John what you would like to do."

   As if she was recitin' a formula the youngest girl said, "I want to use
my hands and make you shoot cum all over my face and hair.  Then I want to
feel your fingers on my pussy until I explode."

   I raised my eyebrows and looked at Mom.  She answered, "It's OK.  This
is the bedtime game.  She'll sleep better, and you'll last longer for us.

   Us?

   The youngest, Jessica, quickly said, "I'd rather practice."

   "Next week is your deflowering.  I've got Sam Spade to do it.  He's big,
but not nearly this big, and he knows how not to cause permanent damage. 
Are you still willing to do both?"

   "I want do both at once."

   The older girl, Sarah, said, "You can't deflower both holes at the same
time." The youngest girl pouted.

   I suggested, "Why not get Sam to do both holes, then have someone else
come in for a double."

   Mom looked thoughtful for a moment.  "One thousand for the first hole,
two more for the second, and I can get at least two for a double at the
same time.  Jessie, you know this will hurt."

   "And I'll bleed and cry real tears and you'll get me that computer you
promised, with no filters."

   Shirley looked up at the top of the cab.  "Yes, dear.  All the porn and
games you want." She sounded tired, as if she'd been gettin' this demand
for a long time.

   The little thing yelled, "Cool!  Come on, John.  I want you to cover me
in cum."

   Long blond hair, beautiful innocent face, young skin, hard nipples
instead of breasts, a smooth tummy and no pubic hair.  Who was I to argue?
I moved to the back.

   "Can I practice?" Sarah asked.

   "You are deflowered as John has probably seen.  Yes, it'd be a good
idea. Later." She explained, "Sarah's going to shoot at the same time as
Jessie, an ass to mouth.  She'd do better if she knew the taste first."

   Damn.  Sam Spade was bigger than average, but not all that big, and he'd
barely forced his way into the beautiful thing with just nubs.  She'd been
totally prepubescent then, ten I think was the advertised age.  Now I was
gonna enjoy her tight ass and mouth.  I got hard just thinkin' about it.

   Two hands began strokin' my meat, lightly pressin' and slidin' up and
down, holdin' contact even with the head.  Just thinkin' about Sarah and
Shirley later started my prostrate workin' overtime.  I looked down to see
Jessica kneelin' in front of me concentratin' on bringin' me off.  Sarah
was behind Jessie gently rubbin her nipples.  After havin' only my five
fingers and videos for the past month I couldn't take it.  The vein on the
bottom barely contained my cum as it raced toward my slit.  I shot a huge
glob over Jessica's head.  It landed on Sarah, and in Jessie's hair, and on
her face.  My next shot covered her face and chest.  She covered my glans
with her mouth and sucked, pulling three more spurts into the only orifice
I could fill.

   Jessie looked up at me, cum drippin' down her face and chest.  "That was
neat.  And you taste good.  Now rub me to sleep."

   I was goin' to get a good look at really young pussy.  That thought
almost kept me hard as I stood, turned to the back of the sleeper and
released two latches.  The upper bunk fell open, supported by two cables. A
net would keep occupants from fallin' out, even in a crash accordin' to the
book.

   "Climb on up here and I'll do the honors.  Your sister can join you
later.  Put your foot here, then here, and there you go." I handed her the
spare cover.  She pushed it toward the back, then lay down and spread her
legs.

   She told me, "You can lick me if you want."

   Her mom said, "Just don't break her hymen.  That's money next weekend."

   I licked between her legs, strokin' slowly from her ass crack to the
top. She shuddered slightly and her clit began to protrude.  Her lips
opened showin me a glistenin' pinkness of virgin pussy.  I ran my tongue
the same direction inside tastin' her sweetness.  Her clit grew some more.
I sucked on it slightly, then used my finger to rub it as I licked her
holes with abandon.  She started buckin', then her breathin' stopped, she
stiffened and her back arched.  I gentled down until she relaxed.

   "God, that was quick," she said.  "Do it again."

   Her mother admonished, "Once a night.  You know the rules.  Now go to
sleep."

   "Yes, Mother.  Niters all."

   I felt a tongue circle the glans of my half hard dick.  I pulled away
and sat down on the lower bunk as blood began to fill the capillaries of my
shaft again.  Sarah looked over at me and licked her lips.  Her hand
started strokin' my phallus.

   "Want to taste my titties?"

   "Among other things.  But first." I looked at Shirley.  "Are you still
makin' movies?"

   "That's one way we keep the family in money, and now the girls are
helping.  My hubby's retired.  He keeps the house up and food on the table
among other things.  We three bring in the rest of the money, especially
that eight year old up there."

   "Eight?  Isn't that young?"

   "That's why we're making so much.  If she'll lick the guys clean, and I
think she will, I can push it to almost ten thousand for one session.  Then
that one next to you will get two hundred for mouth, five hundred for
pussy, eight hundred dollars for ass work, plus another five hundred for
ass to mouth, and three hundred more to swallow.  Wednesday I got a piss
and shit that pays two thousand in the city, so after this week we can take
a bit of time off.  Jessie up there'll need it."

   "I remember my first time," Sarah said.  "I couldn't ride a bike for two
weeks.  God that hurts.  Those screams and tears are real."

   I was gettin' hard again.  "Think it's time to nibble your nipples, and
stroke your pussy and fill your ass."

   "And cum in my mouth."

   Shirley said, "If you're going to do it that way you'll have to deep
throat him.  Otherwise let him cum in your ass and I'll lick you clean."

   "Aw, Mom.  I wanna taste his cum."

   "Then let him cum in your ass.  As I clean you, you can clean him."

   "OK.  Come here, John." She landed her open mouth on mine, her tongue
divin' inside.  We played tongue tag for a bit, then she pushed me down on
the bed.  Her mouth engulfed my dick sliding from the head to my cubic hair
in one motion.  I was shocked she could take more than a couple inches, but
I could feel the glans slip into her esophagus and stretch the walls of her
throat.  She kept slidin' down until her lips were buried in my pubic hair
and over half my shaft was down her neck.  God, it felt good, but a bit of
build up would help so much.

   "In a hurry?" I asked.

   She pulled off me slatherin' my dick with saliva.  "I want you in my
ass, all the way in my ass.  God, I can't wait.  You're even bigger than
George."

   I smiled and tweaked a nipple.  It instantly hardened a sign she was
hornier than I thought.

   "There's always time for preliminaries."

   Her mom said from the passenger seat, "Directors will make you shoot
over if you do that, dear.  You know how to suck a dick.  Now do it
properly."

   "Yes, Mother.  Jeez." She threw her leg over my chest positioning her
drippin' pussy just above my mouth.  As she started to tease the glans, I
began to tease the outer lips with my tongue.  She slowly stroked me a
couple times, only dipping a quarter way along the shaft before slowly
withdrawing.  I tasted her nectar, a sweet and tangy mix salted to taste,
then moved to lubricate her ass.  Large dollops of saliva coated her nether
hole as I circled it with my tongue.  I ran my finger from her clit,
through her soppin' pussy and pushed it deep inside her colon.  In answer
she swallowed me whole again.  My tongue flicked on her clit starting an
involuntary wigglin' as I buried two soaked fingers in her ass.  She drove
against them, then rose off me, spun around and lowered herself onto my
shaft.  I let her go down as far as she wanted, which was sittin' on me, my
cock fully embedded inside her, the walls of her colon grippin' me tightly.

   "How old are you?" I asked.  My hands circled her tits, just slight
mounds on her body, not yet fully developed.

   "Twelve.  God, you feel so good inside me.  I can take all you can give
me.  Fuck my ass, but don't cum until I deep throat you a few times."

   We changed position, her on her knees with her head on the pillow, me
slowly stroking' into her tight ass.  I pushed in all the way then fought
the suction as I pulled out, her intestines massagin' my rock hard shaft.
Jessie's ministrations had helped.  My prostrate had to work to build up
pressure again.  On the third stroke I pulled completely out, watched her
stretched hole close a touch, then drove back in almost causin' her to
collapse.  I pulled out and moved around in front of her.  She took the
hint and swallowed my shaft.  I told her to do it again as she pulled off,
then pounded into her butt some more.  Again I moved to her mouth for two
swallows.  Finally I buried myself in her ass and stroked until I came.  I
didn't care about gettin' her off.  This kid would have to deal with it in
the movies, and I might as well get her used to it now.

   "I'm gettin' ready," I told her.

   "Try to cum just inside her sphincter," Shirley told me.

   I drove in two more times, then pulled almost out.  My dick pulsed five
times cum shootin' up the vein and fillin' her insides with jism.

   Shirley instructed, "Now stroke in once to cover your dick with what's
inside, then let her up."

   I followed orders, buried myself, then pulled out and stood next to the
bed.  Shirley lay down next to her daughter.

   "Get up, dear, and sit on my face."

   Sarah carefully got up and still bent double maneuvered until she could
sit up directly over her mother's mouth.

   Shirley told Sarah, "That was good.  Better than many I've seen,
especially the way you took that big cock without flinching.  Now push all
that cum out to me." She opened her mouth and used her hands to position
her daughter's ass properly.  I stood in front of Sarah, my softenin' dick
lowerin in front of her face.  She took it into her mouth, made a face, but
quickly concentrated on gettin' me clean.

   Shirley licked her daughter until not a trace of dirt was left, then
pushed her off.  "OK.  Up to bed.  You've had a taste and know what's
coming, so no faces that'll make them re-shoot.  You know how long that
takes."

   "Yes, Mother.  God I'm sore.  You're big, and you taste good, even
covered in shit." She climbed up next to her sister.

   Shirley waited for her daughters to go to sleep, then asked, "What do
you think will happen to us?"

   I pulled the front curtains slightly apart.  Rain came down soakin' into
the snow already on the ground.  If the temperature went up -- well, that
would be a good thin'.  If it went down we'd have trouble, major trouble. I
looked at the time.  Nine in the evening.  The plows should have been
through already, unless they couldn't pass.  What was with them this time?
Normally the roads were pre-coated so they wouldn't freeze, at least for a
while.

   Weather radio had a series of storm warnin's out.  Most places were
gettin' between three and six inches of snow followed by up to three inches
of rain with another foot of snow to follow.  All said the temperature
would go down around midnight.

   "I'm headin' outside for a minute."

   "Why?" Shirley asked.

   "I wanna see what the road looks like.  I'll get your phone while I'm
out.  Where is it?"

   "I'll come, too.  I have to pee."

   "Bathroom's just behind the cab, your side.  There's room between the
fuel tank and the trailer."

   "The girls are going to hate that."

   We put on clothes and coats, then while Shirley took care of her
business, I looked at the tires.  Slush had formed around them at least
three inches deep.  If the cars through this area, and trucks like the
empty skateboard, had locked in the same way and the slush froze we'd be
here a long time.

   Shirley carefully stepped from her side of the truck toward her car. 
"God, this is a mess.  I hope they come and clear us out soon." I didn't
tell her what I thought since I'd been stuck in snow before, and obviously
this was her first time.

   We made it back inside and took off our clothes.  Shirley looked at her
phone, then hit speed dial.

   "Honey?  Sorry I took so long, but the phone was in the car, and I'm in
a truck sitting next to it.  -- Yeah, the kids are fine.  They're sleeping.
-- No, we're fine.  The driver says we have plenty of fuel for warmth.  --
OK.  Here." She handed me the phone.  "He wants to talk to you."

   I put the phone to my ear and said, "Hello?"

   "This is Charlie.  Charlie Watkins.  I've been listening to the radio.
It sounds really bad and I'm worried."

   Charlie, John.  I'll tell you somethin'.  If you didn't worry I'd think
you were shit for a person.  I was just outside.  We aren't movin' for a
while, possibly a day or two.  Ain't nobody been out to clear the road, and
right now I don't think they can.  They waited too long.  That's the bad
news.  The good news is that your wife and kids are safe and well and warm.
I got almost two hundred gallons of fuel, which should last between eight
and ten days at the least, so we'll stay warm.  I saw your wife spin out
last night, but there's no damage.  We even have some food.  All in all,
I'd say your clan is better off here than a lot of places in the area."

   "Good.  Good.  That's good to hear." He paused s if considerin' what to
say.  "Um, there is something you should know about the kids, but I'm not
sure I how to explain it."

   That was one worry I could alleviate now.  "Don't worry.  I collect
first time movies.  I have your wife's and your oldest's.  They're pretty
good by the way.  I understand you were in them?"

   "For a time, yes.  I'm the male lead in the first one you mentioned."

   "Really?  That's a romantic story, in an off hand way.  What happened,
if I may ask?"

   "Cum on demand no longer worked, so I stopped getting parts." He paused,
then sighed and continued.  "Well, you've taken a load off my mind. 
Possibly days you say?"

   "Possibly.  If this stuff freezes like the predictions say, all the
vehicles will have to be broken loose, and many of them will have to be
fueled.  It's not a pretty situation."

   "Such is life.  Let me talk to my wife." I handed the phone back to
Shirley.

   "Yes, dear?  -- No, they're fine.  Well satiated.  -- Yes, he really
does.  -- Big.  Huge.  Sarah was so eager I had to play director.  -- No,
he knows what's happening.  She won't talk him into more than oral.  -- I
explained it all.  He understands.  -- Charlie.  Charlie.  He's a good
person.  He saved us from death, literally.  We'd be freezing right now if
he hadn't opened his house to us.  -- I'll explain later.  -- Charlie,
relax.  Don't worry.  If you want to do something take the snow mobile out
in the morning and distribute food to people who are stuck.  Coffee, too.
-- Yes, dear.  -- Love you too, always.  -- Bye."

   She put the phone down.  "Jeez, he worries, but I love him to death. 
What you told him, that's true?"

   "What?  About the weather?"

   "And about the cars."

   "I think so.  There's three or four inches of slush formed around the
tires.  If it freezes, well."

   "Don't tell the girls until we have to.  For now I think it's time for
bed.  And all I need is someone to hold and protect me for now.  It's been
a rough day."

   We lay down on the bottom bunk, her ass nestled against my dick.  I
pulled the covers over us and gently massaged her breast until we fell
asleep.

   #

   I woke to the cab rockin' in the way wind pushes it.  I stood, lifted
the blackout cover and looked out the small window above the bed.  Ice
drips ran down the outer face, and I could see the fence across the road
glistenin' The world had frozen.  We were locked in.

   A small voice in the upper bunk called my name.  I answered quietly.

   Jessie said, "I need to pee, bad."

   "Come on down, put on your coat and shoes, and I'll walk you around to
the potty."

   "It's outside?"

   "You're campin', remember?  Potty's outside.  Come on."

   She got dressed and I helped her climb down to the ground.  "It's all
frozen out here!  Wow.  This looks cool.  I really, really gotta go."

   "Come on around here." I led her to the far side of the tractor.

   "But this is outside!  Anyone can see."

   "And you want to lose yor virginity in front of a camera?"

   She stopped.  "You're right." She squatted for a minute, then stood.

   "No toilet paper?"

   "How 'bout I lick you clean after we get back inside?"

   "OK!" She hurried around the front of the truck and had climbed back in
before I reached the door.  I found her in the upper bunk, her legs spread,
waitin' for me.

   I licked around her pussy, slowly spiralin' in toward the center.  The
third circle was right at the edge of her slit.  I eased up and down her
crack a few times, easin' my tongue deeper each pass.  Pee spiced her
natural sweetness addin' to the pleasure.  Her clit grew and begged for
attention.  I began to suck on it, rubbing over her holes with my fingers
as I brought her to orgasm.  When she stopped shaking she looked down at me
and smiled.

   "Thanks.  I needed that.  Niters."

   I climbed back into the lower bunk next to Shirley.  She wiggled her ass
as I snuggled in.  After tastin' the sweetness of Jessie, and feelin a
stimulation like that, my dick began to harden.  I eased it into the only
place it could go.

   A warm, wet cave accepted my growin' member, a place for it to hide and
enjoy.  It slid in and out easily, the lubrication of Shirley's vagina
easin' the friction.  I slowly stroked while I massaged her luscious tits,
not much larger than a grown girl, soft and firm and oh so invitin'.  The
combination of feelin's caused my prostrate to work, and soon I was feelin'
the familiar pressure.  I held off as long as possible, but shortly I
pulsed cum inside her pussy.  She wiggled back at me, and as I cupped her
breast we fell back to sleep.

   "I gotta pee," woke me again.  Light was beginning to come in the widow
without a cover.  I stretched and got out of bed.  Sarah stood near the
door.

   "Put on your coat and shoes.  Potty's behind the cab by the fuel tank."

   "You got any paper?"

   "No, but I'll do for you what I did for your sister.  I'll lick you
clean when you get back."

   "Or I will," Shirley said from the bed.  "Wait a minute and I'll join
you."

   "Then we can clean each other.  Cool.  I like waking up to your pussy,
Mom."

   They headed outside and returned in just a couple minutes covered in
white.  "It's snowing like crazy," Sarah announced.

   "It looks like the weatherman was right this time." Shirley said
laughin'.

   We watched DVDs until about one in the afternoon.  Shirley and Sarah
commented on their first time movies.  Sarah sat in my lap lightly
strokin', just enough to keep me hard.  While we were watchin' Mary's first
time, a twelve year old red head who seemed to love it even when her cherry
popped, Jessie took over, slidin' her hand along the shaft with just enough
pressure for me to feel it.  The way she grasped me felt like dry lips
runnin' up and down my shaft.

   As I tightened up ready to shoot she quietly told me, "I want a taste,"
then leaned down and engulfed my glans in her mouth.  The wet warmth was
all I needed.  My first shot filled her mouth.  Her eyes widened and she
quickly worked the cum back to swallow.  I didn't giver her time but filled
her mouth again.  She coughed and choked, causin' her mother and sister to
turn toward us.  I plastered the top of Jessie's head with cum.

   Sarah quickly covered my glans and took my last shot, the licked me
clean.  Shirley concentrated on Jessie, made sure she was OK, then licked
off what was missed.

   Below the curtain that covered the windshield was a line of bright
light. I peeked around the edge by the driver's window.  The snow had
stopped and the sun was out.  I announced the change in the weather.

   "I want to go outside!" Jessie yelled.

   "You don't need to yell," her mother admonished, "And we all do.  Get
dressed, and remember your coats.  It's cold out there."

   Giggles ensued as we all tried to get dressed in the small area between
the seats and the bunk.  Finally we were ready.  I cut the engine, folded
back the curtain on the passenger side, and climbed out into a winter
wonderland.  Snow covered the fence rails and branches that lined the road.
Thin lines of bright showed under the snow: the coatin' of ice underneath.
In the distance a house and barn were a picture found in a painting or a
jigsaw puzzle.  We all turned at a loud crack and watched a branch fall
into the road, broken by the load of frozen water.

   The driver of the flatbed and the car that was facing backward were also
out enjoyin' some fresh air.  They joined us as we walked around inspectin'
the area.

   "Nice looking crew ya got there," the driver commented quietly.

   "Yep.  It's a pleasure just lookin'."

   "I fuckin' lucked out.  We feel the same way, me and him.  I'm having
one hell of a better time than I would wid them.  You have any luck wid
Mom?"

   Gay truck drivers are common, and although it's not my style, I won't
say anything about another person's lifestyle.  I also don't talk about
what I do or don't do.  I answered accordingly and walked away.

   The sound of a small engine grew in the east, a dissonance in the
silence of the white world.  Across the road a snow mobile came over the
hill and flashed by, roarin' past as if it had a mission.  We all watched
amazed.

   "He didn't even stop!" Sarah said.

   As the snowmobile faded off to the west, we heard another approachin'
from the east.  This one was on our side of the guide rail, It slowed and
came to a stop next to our small group.  The driver killed the engine, then
showed a badge.

   "State Police.  I'm Officer Thomas.  Are you six the only ones here?"

   "Yes, Sir," I answered.

   "Everyone's OK?"

   "As far as I know.  That's my rig.  I have plenty of fuel, and I think
he does, too.  We're keepin' the four wheelers warm."

   "That's good.  The governor has decided to pay for everyone's dinner. 
The Midway Diner is cooking for this section.  They'll deliver meals later.
Are there any foods you do not want?"

   "Corn and I don't get along," I told him.

   "We're OK with almost anything," Shirley said.

   "I am a strict vegetarian that does not eat any meat at all, none," the
driver of the other car said.

   The cop pulled out a radio.  "Unit Seven."

   The radio squawked, "Unit seven."

   "Bottom of the hill, mile forty-three.  Six humans, all OK, no animals.
Two big, one jackknifed less than ninety degrees, two small, no contact. 
Six dinners.  One no corn.  One veggie only."

   The radio squawked, "Ten four.  Unit eight reports large group your side
top of hill.  Medical problem her side just beyond.  You may want to help
her first, then go back."

   "Ten four." He unkeyed the mic.  "People, dinner will be by later, and
crews are starting to clear.  You'll get out, but I don't know when.  I've
got to run.  Good luck." He started the snowmobile and raced up the hill to
the west.

   "At least we're gonna be fed," The other driver said.

   "I'll be glad to get out of here and earnin' money again.  How long do
you think it'll take?"

   "Depends on where they started.  State sandbox is down the road a good
ways.  Probably be tomorrow some time, or maybe later."

   "Sarah asked, "Why?  All they got to do is plow."

   I kicked a clear spot in the snow.  "Look what's under the snow.  That's
six inches of snow that was on the ground before the rain turned it to
slush, and then it froze, and then the rain froze on top of it, and then it
snowed on top of that.  They have to get it all off, and treat the road so
it won't refreeze."

   "They shoulda treated the road to begin with," the other driver bitched.

   "Granted, but they didn't so we have to live with it.  I don't know
about you all, but I'm going to check my fluids then go inside and crank it
up.  I'm cold."

   "Wish we had sleds," Jessie said.

   "Well, you know, I thought we'd be home."

   "I know, Mom.  Jeez, that's a big engine.  That's as tall as you are."

   "Got a lot of weight to pull." I checked the coolant level and pulled
the dip stick.  The oil was OK, a little high but normally I checked a cold
engine.  I climbed in the passenger side, snuck around the gear shift and
into the drivers seat.  The engine caught on the first shot since it was
still warm.  The ladies joined me and we all stripped down once again when
the curtain was closed.  I leaned against the sleeper wall, my feet
stretched out along the bed.  Jessica sat in my lap and played with what
naturally grew as we watched movies.  Dinner arrived after dark,

   I'd almost exhausted my small library of DVDs when Shirley told the
girls to go to bed.  They complained but climbed to the upper bunk showing
their open pussies nicely.  There was no way to avoid the sounds of sex
from above our heads, but eventually the girls went to sleep.

   Shirley took Jessie's place.  "I must thank you for saving us like
this."

   As she leaned her head on my chest I gently massaged her breasts and
brushed her nipples.  They grew hard and jutted out a quarter of an inch,
almost like a baby bottle.

   I answered, "Anyone would have done it.  Anyone with a bit of
compassion."

   "That's hard to find any more.  I'll find a way to make it up to you,
don't worry." She wiggled into a more comfortable position, then paused a
bit as if thinkin'.

   "You know, I wish society was different."

   "How so?" I asked.

   "I wish American society could recognize that some boys and girls want
and need sex earlier in their lives than others, that it's not a magic age
when everything happens, but a range of time."

   "Yeah.  That's like congress.  They set the amount of time we have to
work, and we have to work that amount of time no matter what.  There are
some days when I can work longer, and some days when I need to stop and
can't because of what they said and the fines I have to pay."

   "If only people would accept that when children become curious they need
to learn, to join in with the family, there's be a lot less sex crime. 
That feels good what you're doing."

   "How do you figure?  About the crime, not the feelin'"

   "About the sex crime?  Well, there'll always be some rape, but child
molestation and other stuff you don't hear about in other countries would
go way down.  Why work at getting one kid to let you do things if all you
have to do is ask another and have fun?  I mean, look at my brood.  We
didn't do anything special.  When Sarah was six she climbed in our bed and
asked what we were doing.  We answered her questions.  Jessie started at
five, and she's going to be a handful.  If we'd denied the information to
them they'd have gone out on their own and probably been killed.  When a
kid wants to learn they will learn, and as a parent it's better to keep it
in the family or controlled than pretend it doesn't exist."

   I gently massaged her tits, my dick a hard rod between her legs.  "But
is something like Cherry Poppers really the way to start?"

   "It's safe, and there's no fear of Daddy or Mom, 'cause we didn't hurt
them, and it brings in money.  I don't know what's in Jessie's head.  Both
her dad and I have tried to talk her out of more than losing her virginity,
but she's stubborn.  She wants to be youngest in everything.  It's not like
we need the money.  We have other projects that bring in funds.  But she
has it in her head that it'll be OK, so we'll let her go, and if she says
stop we'll break the camera and pull whoever off.

   "Let me put that thing there somewhere more comfortable." Shirley raised
up, lifted my dick, and sat on it in one smooth motion.  Her pussy muscles
massaged the entire length.

   "God, that feels good," we said at the same time and laughed.

   I felt fingers inside Shirley's pussy squeezing my dick as she
continued, "You know, Indian girls, well, girls from some families in India
are taught about sex in their early teens.  That's why there's the Karma
Sutra.  The French, well they have sane laws as do the more eastern
nations. Mexico has a coming of age for girls at fifteen.  Even stodgy old
England puts the age lower than us and recognizes that some adults like sex
with children and will not hurt them.  They al realize that a human
develops in their way and their own time.  We don't, and I don't understand
why."

   "It's our pilgrim heritage.  If you don't stop that you're going to
cause me to fill you up, and then I'll go to sleep." The muscles in her
vagina were squeezing me in a pattern going from the base of my cock to the
glans.

   "That may not be a bad idea," Shirley told me.  "My husband's sterile.
The girls don't know it but they're the product of their grandfather and
me. It'd be good to get new blood in the family.  Anyway, you fill me up
better than anyone has in a long time." She leaned back at me losing a bit
of length but gaining concentration.

   The fingers were joined by a slow rockin' motion, a rhythm that added
pleasure.  I started to join in.

   "No, John, just relax.  Let me do this It's like meditation for me,
relieves the stress."

   "Whatever you're doin' sure feels good." I leaned back and enjoyed the
feel of her breasts under my fingers as she slowly worked us toward orgasm.
I felt the ache in my dick, the want, the need to release what my prostrate
had built up all the time Jessie had played.  The sensation built, the
pleasurable pain, until I could wait no more.  As if on cure Shirley began
to buck and pant as my seed rose.  Jets of cum filled with wiggling sperm
poured into her vagina ready to swim where they were needed.  I sighed and
dropped my hands.

   "Thank you, John.  You don't know what this means to me."

   "Just don't move and we'll be fine." I fell asleep.

   #

   After a morning cup of microwave coffee, the four of us went outside
again.  Snow had fallen from some of the branches and they glistened in the
early morning sun.  A roaring and crackling sounded in the east, noises of
motors and something I didn't recognize.

   "What is that, John?" Jessie asked.

   "I have no idea.  Anyone?" I was met by blank looks so I went over to
the skateboard and pounded on the door.  When the driver's face appeared
behind the curtain I motioned for them to come outside.  Five minutes later
he was on the ground, a steaming cup in his hand.

   "Any ideas?" I asked motioning toward the noise.

   "Motors.  Big motors.  And that sounds like ice breaking.  I heard that
on a lake once.  I think they're coming to get us."

   "Really?"

   "You mean we can go home soon?" Sarah asked.

   "That's my guess," Skateboard said.

   He was proved right within half an hour.  The top of a large front end
loader showed over the hill.  It would pick up a load of snow and ice and
dump its load into a waiting tri-axle dump truck.  When the truck was full
it disappeared and a state truck backed in and dumped a load of salt.  It
took them another half an hour to reach us, but finally a crew with long
pry bars and hand shovels dug out the first four wheeler.  He tooted his
horn and drove up the hill.  The skateboard took a bit longer to dig out,
but he eventually rocked his way over the ice and made it up the hill with
an occasional wheel spin.  Those things have no traction when they're
light. Shirley's crew was next.  They all waved goodbye and blew kisses as
Shirley drove up the hill.  Finally it was my turn.

   "What took you so long?" I asked one of the crew.

   "Governor was at a dinner function out of state and could not be
reached, and no one below him would make the decision.  When the idiots
worked out that we needed to treat the roads and close the exits it was way
too late.  Christ.  We got a hundred fifty some people stranded on this
road alone.  Eighty-one and Eighty are also done in.  It's lucky if no one
is dead.  Guys like you, man, you're life savers."

   I smiled and thanked him, released the air brakes, and rolled up the
hill and east bound.  Nature was beautiful that day, all glistenin' and
white and shiny, and dangerous.  I wondered how many died as I pulled into
the New Jersey diner with truck parking just around the corner from my
destination.  They could wait until morning for the load, especially since
there were only three of us eating, and the owner was chief cook and bottle
washer for the day.  Nobody was movin' for a while.

   End



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the story, just let me know and move on.  I'm also interested in
communicating with an adult female concerning the female POV for a "more
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