In an isolated cabin in Northern Canada, while a snow storm rages, an illicit affair with a blossoming thirteen-year-old girl is consummated.
Outside, the wind howled and pummeled the heavy log walls of the cabin. A quiet whistling sound came from the window sill where air had found a tiny gap invisible to the naked eye. The log cabin was too solid to shake from the gale-strength gusts, but the front door occasionally rattled.
Across the room, a fire roared in the hearth radiating warmth into the cabin, battling back the frigid outside temperature. Flames cast a dancing light onto the walls and arched ceiling; the only light inside.
As spacious as the cabin was, with only three rooms, it wasn’t conducive to privacy. A bathroom, a small kitchen, and this living area with a bed, a small sitting area around the fire, and a dining table for two made up the entire space. Coarse rugs covered hardwood floors. Wooden furniture with comfortable, colorful cushions made the cabin cosy, casual.
The scent of burning pine filled the air. An occasional sizzle of burning sap broke through the howl of the wind.
On top of me, the heavy quilt warmed. Next to me, she radiated heat and an aroma of sensual young girl. Her bare skin felt good against me. I kissed her head, her long blonde hair silken.
She stirred, murmured like a satisfied kitten, and opened her eyes. Pale blue studied me. A soft smile slowly emerged, pleased, proud. I brushed it with my lips.
Little sparks went off inside me. Desire stirred again. Her hand emerged from under the quilt to hold my neck, and she pulled me into another kiss, her soft lips responding, warm breath wafting onto my cheek.
Our kiss deepened, lips pressing, then parting, tongues flirting. I rolled towards her and gathered her in my arms. Her knee eased between my legs, rising to press against my groin. Closing my eyes, with her scent in my nose, her lips against mine, I caressed her slender bare back, felt her shoulder blades, the sweeping curve of her spine, and finally, at the base, the swell of her buttocks.
They were warm, silken, so perfectly shaped, beautiful and firm. Moving lower, I stroked her thigh.
The kiss ended. Her blue eyes probed into mine, saw what she sought - love and desire still burning bright, no regrets, and she smiled. Her knee pressed against my balls. Between us, another erection formed, and she responded, pressing herself against it.
She turned her body away to give her room, her hand searching and finding my erection. Warm fingers curled around the shaft. She squeezed gently.
I stroked back up her thigh, this time on the inside. With her knee bent, the edge of my hand touched her pussy. She was warm and still slippery and wet with leaking semen. The edge of my finger eased between her labia to press against her clitoris and she responded with another gentle squeeze of my shaft.
Looking into my eyes, she kissed me again. Blue winked out, her eyes closing, and as I carefully caressed her clit, she stroked my cock slowly. The pad of her thumb teased the tip and, when my erection throbbed in response to her touch, she murmured into my mouth.
The wind howled. Outside was bitterly cold. Inside, we were warm and getting warmer as desire washed back at us. Arousal grew. Our bodies reacted with small movements, sensual rubbing, naked skin against naked skin. The tips of our tongues teased and flirted. Then I sucked her lip, lush and so sexy.
Her gentle stroking made me harder, renewing the ache for her, intensifying my need for her; a powerful attraction I’d never experienced before. We were still new to each other, still exciting, still thrilled by an intimacy frowned upon by society.
Her eyes opened. In them I could see her sweet pleasure and excitement. I could see her pride at how she could arouse me. And I could see her adoration, finally released into the open and welcomed by me.
Silently, she spoke. Her body rubbed expressing renewed desire. Her hand stroked, expressing excitement, and her knee slowly eased out from between my legs expressing intent, an invitation.
I accepted. Reaching down between us, as she turned her hip away, I touched her again, just as thrilled as last time. I cupped her small pussy and felt her cleft slippery with semen, lush labia and, against my palm, the dusting of pubic hair; fresh, newly forming, and silky soft.
Curling my middle finger, the tip slipped into her cleft. She was wet, hot, and still leaking. I touched her clit. It was engorged, soft, and tender. She flinched slightly, then softened again, smiling at me, her eyes twinkling.
She stroked me. My erection throbbed in response, now hard, now exerting its power over me. I explored her cleft and at the base, felt her wetness, the tip of my finger slipping into her without pain this time.
Very slowly, I penetrated her, watching for a wince of pain. None. Her vagina hugged my finger, moist and hot, snug.
She’d reached her limit. With a tug of my cock, and knee burrowing under my legs, she told me what she wanted; me, again.
I moved over her, hovering off her body. Her knees rose to cradle my hips, her hand holding my erection.
This time I indulged. This time I held myself off her and studied her. She was a naked Goddess. Small, remarkably firm breasts peaked on her chest, each a perfect mound, each a perfect breast, just diminutive, young, still forming. Again I marveled at her puffy areolae, pink and plump with small nipples.
When I smiled at her, she smiled back. In her beautiful eyes there was newfound confidence, the shyness gone. In her eyes I saw her pleasure at the desire and love in mine. She let me look at her naked body, no attempt to cover herself.
I lowered my mouth to hers, kissing her gently, then bent and kissed one breast, then the other; a brush of my lips. Her areolae crinkled slightly.
Her body was slender, the type of slenderness only possible with youth; stomach flat, hips narrow and peaked. And lower on her body, she felt my response at the sight of her remarkable pussy, my erection throbbing.
Swelling up from her stomach, her mons was lush and dusted with pale blonde pubes, each short, silken, and not yet curled. They looked like they’d been groomed, all aligned towards her cleft. And below the sensual swell of her pussy, my erection hovered, large, seemingly impossibly thick, her hand gently holding my shaft.
I reacted. A shiver of excitement passed through me. I couldn’t believe she was now my lover. And I still couldn’t stop the thrill that made me ache with desire. Only thirteen, still a child with blossoming puberty, and a woman’s desires, she was gorgeous.
Trembling slightly from the strain of holding myself up off her, I bent and took the tip of her small breast into my mouth, tasted the saltiness of her perspiration, the stippled texture of her puffy areola and soft nipple, and sucked gently, teasing her nipple with my tongue.
She sighed audibly, her hand carefully squeezing my shaft. When I finished, her areola was even puffier, and slightly darker from flushed blood; just beautiful. I kissed her other breast, teasing, sucking gently, and she reacted with a moan of pleasure, her hand now tugging my erection.
Returning to her mouth, I kissed her, resisting her urging hand. Then, when the kiss ended, I looked down. She guided me, the tip of my cock touching her cleft, a pulse of pleasure hitting me. Anticipation made my heart race.
She rubbed the tip up and down her cleft, slowly pulling me against her and her labia bulged, then slowly oozed apart to hug the tip of my crown. Arms straining, I watched her tease her clit with my tip, stroking herself. Now up, the size difference came into sharp focus; my helmet as wide as her vulva; an impossible fit. But slowly, ever so slowly, her labia parted, cleft stretched, and her sexy pussy cradled my crown, warm, so moist, so incredibly arousing.
With a firm hold on my shaft, with newfound confidence, she guided the tip down to nestle at her entrance, then let me go.
Poised to penetrate her, I looked at her face. Her smile was soft, encouraging, and excitement sparkled in her eyes. I waited for her. She held my hips and pressed her pussy against me, her invitation.
Pressing, pressure built on my tip, my erection straining. This time it was different. This time she didn’t wince in pain. This time, her eyes lost focus as she concentrated on the sensations below.
This time the tiny entrance to her vagina dilated, slipped over my flared tip and, as my crown penetrated her, her pussy gripped me tightly. She moaned with pleasure. My cock swelled. She was so slippery, so hot inside, her vagina so beautifully snug.
I stopped again, drowning in the pleasure of penetrating her, lost in the sight of my thick cock stretching her small cleft so much. It still amazed me she could take me; so young, so petite.
Desire blossomed, hot and demanding. When I looked at her, she saw it. She saw my adoration, my pleasure, my excitement. She felt me when my erection swelled strongly, and she smiled with pride. Her hands urged me, tugging my hips. Her self confidence was beautiful. She knew she could give me pleasure. She knew how I desired her.
This time, instead of lying on her, I eased my cock out slightly, paused, and in a smooth, firm thrust, I penetrated her.
Sensations bombarded me. Her pussy was so incredibly tight, yet silken and slippery, yielding to my gentle thrust, wrapping my cock in a sexy velvet hug. Deep inside her my tip nudged against her rubbery cervix and pressed deeper.
This time was different. This time, the second time making love, was better, much, much better. Pressing deeper, I wasn’t worried I was hurting her or causing pain, stretching her too much with my thickness. And this time, unlike last time, my erection pushed against her end, even deeper, and my groin pressed to her pussy. This time she took me completely, relaxed, and able to enjoy herself.
Sighing with pleasure, buried to the hilt inside her incredible pussy, I finally lowered my body onto hers. She welcomed me with her arms wrapping around me. She smiled, proud, excitement dancing through her enchanting eyes. And as we kissed, I began the long, exquisite journey out, stopping on the cusp, then once again penetrating her tight pussy, a silken sheath gripping me sensually.
The kiss ended. She sighed. I nuzzled her neck and inhaled her scent deeply; floral, young, with the heat of sex.
The wind howled. I fucked her slowly, pausing with each stroke to rub against her clit. She murmured her pleasure at first, then joined me, curling her small pussy up to meet my strokes. Holding her shoulders, loving how her slender youth felt under me, we fucked slowly, each withdrawal and stroke building my arousal, so much pleasure, so sensual, so very exciting. And gradually our movements grew more confident; gradually we lost ourselves in pleasure, the sensation of fucking, of the ultimate intimacy, joined.
Breathing changed first; breaths panting, pulses racing. Small tremors emerged; my muscles straining, her body responding with shivers. The sweet strain of promised bliss arrived; body taut, erection swelling and aching, her thighs gripping my hips, her hug tightening.
We fucked faster, my groin bumping into her clit. When we kissed, it was with passion, lips parting, tongues intertwining, mouths opening, breath puffing through nostrils. I fucked her faster, need arriving, body tensing, so close, so close.
The kiss ended suddenly when she gasped, then groaned. Her small pussy clamped down on me, her hips surging up. Buried inside her, I felt her climax, heard her grunt of pleasure, body curling, and, withdrawing, I thrust into her tight pussy and came, semen burning up and exploding, bliss, utter bliss, cum spurting. With firm, short strokes, my orgasm took control, cock swelling, aching, glorious bliss as I spurted deep into her, hot cum flooding her again. She grunted and gasped her pleasure, and I thrust, swelled, and exploded, pure ecstasy. My climax peaked with a straining body, pulsing erection, cum spurting, and I slipped down into slow thrusts, weak pulses, sweet peace permeating me.
My full weight rested on her. She was so slender underneath me. Her legs relaxed and straightened. My back was damp. The wind howled, the leak at the window whistling.
We kissed softly, small pecks, little nibbles, both of us sighing audibly with pleasure. Then, when I softened and was squeezed out of her, I moved to her side. She rolled to face me. My arms welcomed her heated body. She nuzzled like a satisfied kitten steeling protection and contact and love.
Flickering firelight lit the room, shadows dancing. I was hot under the quilt and pushed it down to our waists. My back cooled.
I hugged her gently, my young lover, still thrilled by the smallness of her body against mine. We’d made love twice now and, God help me, I wanted to make love to her again. Had my body been able, I would have. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“This time was even better, ” she murmured.
“Mmmm-hmmm. And it gets better every time.”
“I love you, Lucas, ” she whispered, seeking another kiss.
Nature unleashed it’s power outside. A log rattled, fell and settled in the fireplace sending a flurry of sparks up the chimney. To the sound of a crackling fire and the accompaniment of the weather orchestra, we fell asleep.
I woke up when Ella stirred. She eased herself from my arms, slipped out of bed, and went to the bathroom. I watched her, beautifully naked, slender and petite, and her cute bottom undulating sensually. Pale, straight blonde hair fell in a tangled mess to her lower back. In the firelight it looked like spun gold.
I waited patiently. The toilet flushed. Water ran in the sink. Then she emerged, a beautiful Goddess with petite breasts, narrow hips, and a gorgeous delta of a pussy dusted with young pubic hair, a rare blonde matching her head.
She saw me watching her and smiled slightly, showing no shyness, and climbed under the quilt, moving into me. I welcomed her, hugging her.
Time had no meaning in the dark. A relentless winter storm raged. I kissed her gently, her lips soft, warm, and responsive. Two small, very firm breasts pressed to my chest. We cuddled and necked, alone under the quilt, our private universe.
Sleep returned.
When I woke up, daylight was filling the window. The fire had died. The storm hadn’t. My bladder called. I slipped out of bed quietly, shivered at the cold that had seeped into the cabin, went to the bathroom, peed, cleaned myself, and returned, easing my way back under the quilt. She’d kept it warm.
On her side, facing away from me, I moved close, spooning her naked body. Reaching around, I held her, enjoying the feel of her small, sexy bottom pressed to my groin, and loved how delicate she felt in my arms.
I’d made love with her twice! I’d had sex with her twice and it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough to slake my thirst for her.
I had almost a year of pent-up desire to sate; a year of suppressed attraction, yearning for the forbidden. And Ella hadn’t helped, either.
It was apparent the first time we’d met. To me, it was like static crackling in the air between us. And in fear, I’d tried to play cool, distanced, uninterested. Yet, God how I’d been attracted to her.
A fourteen-year-old beauty had carefully worn down my resistance with charm and awareness beyond her years, with bright laughs and giggles. Despite my best efforts, Ella had set her sight on me.
At first, I’d been amused by her attention. She had a crush, would blush, and her beautiful blue eyes would dart away when we talked about anything approaching personal. At first she’d sit separate from me, her blue eyes looking at me when she thought I wouldn’t notice, then blush when I did. Her mother thought it amusing.
Over a period of weeks she’d worked her magic on me and I’d resisted even more when I accepted the attraction I’d felt. Her mother hadn’t helped. Away traveling far too frequently, she’d leave me in charge; a mistake.
Karen, her mother, was outgoing, bright, beautiful, and a natural flirt. It made her an extremely successful sales executive. She was curvaceous and oozed sexuality, and that also made her a great sales executive. Men fell over each others’ heels trying to get her attention, her approval, and longed for the slightest hint that she found them attractive.
It had surprised me when we’d hit it off. She wasn’t my type; too brash, too public, too outgoing, too blonde. Yet somehow we fit. She liked my quiet humor, my subtle wit, and would laugh uproariously when she’d catch on to something I’d said. We were too different.
And yet, the sex was fantastic, explosive and energetic. Karen was the most adventurous lover I’d ever experienced. She had no hesitation in showing affection. None. And that was my downfall.
A tumultuous affair started. Then she introduced me to her quiet, reserved daughter, Ella.
Life changed. The whirlwind that was Karen wrecked havoc on my life. Her irrepressible enthusiasm for living took control and, before I knew it, she and Ella had moved in with me. So disoriented by Karen, I still wasn’t sure about our relationship and hadn’t had time to think.
Maybe things would have been simpler if Karen wasn’t so overtly sexual. She had no restraint in demonstrating affection, even when her daughter was around. Ella, quietly observant, saw her mother’s actions, and always smiled shyly when she noticed me notice her.
Karen was smart, a lot smarter than I’d given her credit for. Within the first month, I knew why she’d picked me. It had nothing to do with love or desire. She was far too rational for that. Machiavelli would have been proud.
Karen’s job took her on long sales trips. Often one month on the road, or in the air, flying to the Middle East, Europe, the Far East. She’d be home for a week, then off again.
The week she’d be home, she had an insatiable sexual appetite, exhausting me. Then she’d leave for a month and I’d get back to work. I was self employed, using my multilingual talents to write technical manuals for technology companies. It was as exciting as watching mud dry. But it was very lucrative. I set my own hours and worked from home.
Then I realized: Karen had found a free nanny!
Ella was dangerous. She was sweet, pretty, and not given to moods. She never tested my patience. But she sure as Hell tested my character.
At twelve years old, she was in that magical stage of puberty, awareness of the opposite sex emerging. Physically she was changing, too. She was a slender girl, which is why her newly emerging bust was noticeable, even though her breasts were very small.
Ella chose me as her guinea pig, and used me to test her emerging sexuality. She used my reactions to judge what guys like or dislike, what we react to or not. I might have survived her transition if it wasn’t for the damn electricity between us. It was palpable. It defied logic, ignored better judgment and common sense, and battered social norms.
I liked her. She had an acute mind, was sharply observant, and balanced what could have been precociousness with sweetness instead. Over a period of months she wore away my distance and I felt helpless, unable to stop her. Somehow she made me want to make her smile, want to make her laugh, and made me seek out her company. How? I had no idea. None! Was it a uniquely female talent I wasn’t aware of?
Ella stirred in bed, waking up slowly. She turned in my arms and smiled. “Morning, Lucas, ” she said softly, a slight blush dusting her cheeks.
This was the first time she’d woken up in my bed. It was the first time we’d been in bed together; the first time we’d been lovers. And if I could find a way, I’d make it a lifetime of her.
With a soft kiss, I murmured, “Morning, ” then nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent deeply, just beautiful - a slight floral aroma muted by sleep and warm skin.
It made me aware of her nakedness, her silken skin, her young body pressed to mine, the feel of her small, firm breasts against my chest, and arousal washed through me, blood flowing, heart beating just slightly faster. Below, my penis stirred, thickening, an erection forming. I wanted her again. Would I ever tire of her? Would I ever have enough of her?
Ella felt my erection and smiled. “I need to go to the bathroom, ” she informed me, almost apologetically.
“Hurry back.”
With a pleased laugh, she left the bed, shivered and ran, her gorgeous small ass jiggling, buttocks moving in wonderful counterpoint. Ella’s rear was a wonder of nature, the seductive gap at the juncture of her thighs enticing.
Wind buffeted the cabin, snow plastered to the window obscuring the view outside and making the glass milky. The air was chilly. I rolled out of bed and, shivering and naked, went to the fireplace to start a fire. Flames licked up over new logs as the toilet flushed. Water ran in the sink.
I rearranged the logs. Behind me, bare feet ran. When I stood, Ella was back in bed shivering, her pale blue eyes peeking over the edge of the thick quilt. They crinkled with a smile. She glanced down at my partial erection as I moved back to bed. Her warm nakedness greeted me.
“Is the storm going to last long?” she asked as I drew her back into my arms. Her breasts were cool when they pressed to my chest.
“With luck, a lifetime, ” I answered her.
Ella smiled with pleasure, studied my eyes, then my mouth, and then she pulled me into a kiss. Her breath was minty, her taste minty fresh. Soft lips moved against mine wakening my erection. She murmured, such a seductive sound, and I tumbled into a passionate kiss, lips parting, tongues flirting. Reaching down, I cupped her gorgeous buttock, fondling her, marveling at the glorious shape of pubescence.
How had I fallen so hard?
Ella had been so very subtle, sweetly innocent, yet full of yearning. I’d seen it in her eyes, full of puppy love, dreamy, yet insecure. It was the insecurity that had started my downfall. It was a deeply felt need not to hurt her. She was too sweet.
With her mother gone, I’d let Ella flirt and rewarded her with encouraging smiles, letting her know through my expression alone that she was beautiful. And Ella flourished, gracing me with soft, shy smiles of delight.
She’d started dressing differently. Gone were the plain jeans and T-shirts. In their place, Ella wore skirts and cotton tops, so obviously trying to be beautiful, attractive. She changed when returning from school, wore small jewelry, cute earrings. And over time she sat closer to me on the couch when we watched television.
The first time I’d wanted to kiss her was still sharp in my mind. It was when she cuddled to my side and I’d put my arm over her shoulders. She’d turned her face up to me, given me a beautiful smile, her enchanting eyes full of excitement and adoration, and I’d felt the tug of desire, her lush lips so kissable. It had been a Herculean effort to restrain myself. But I knew I was lost at that moment. She was charming me, seducing me with her sweetness, her innocent yearning.
Ella spoke, bringing me back from cherished memories.
“We’re stuck here, aren’t we?”
“For a while, yes.”
Her hand caressed my arm. She studied my eyes and, when she felt my penis slowly form into an erection again, she smiled slightly, obviously pleased she could arouse me.
“I’m sore, ” she informed me.
When I didn’t respond, she asked, “Are you disappointed?”
“No. I’d be surprised if you weren’t, ” I told her.
Her hand slipped under the quilt. She found my partial erection, closed her fingers around it, and stroked me slowly, my cock waking up, growing hard at her gentle touch.
Unable to resist, I fondled her small breast, gently caressing, squeezing, and teasing her nipple.
She stroked me slowly.
“I dreamed about this. I dreamed about waking up in bed with you and I used to play with myself, imagining it was you touching me.”
She squeezed my shaft, then stroked me as gently as a feather, teasing, and my erection strengthened.
“I would imagine all the things I’d do for you, ” she continued in a quiet voice. “How I’d please you, and how I’d make it so much better than Mom could. I’d pretend you chose me instead of Mom. That you wanted me more, that we’d go away together and be happy.”
She stroked my erection more firmly, her fist touching the base of my shaft, then rising to the top, her thumb caressing my tip before stroking down again. A wave of pleasure washed over me.
Ella kissed me lightly, then continued. “I promised myself I’d do anything for you if you’d only let me. I’d let you do everything to me and you’d be happier with me, want me more.”
She looked into my eyes. Hers showed slight shyness, a small blush emerging on her cheeks. In a soft voice, she asked while stroking me, “Would you like me to use my mouth? I will.. . if you want.”
“No. Not yet.” I kissed her gently, then rubbed the redness on her cheek. “Just because I have an erection doesn’t mean I need sex.”
“Are you sure?” she asked. “I really don’t mind.”
“I’m sure. Let’s cuddle instead, ” I suggested, reaching down to remove her hand.
Her arm reached around to hug me. “Kay, ” she whispered, then sighed.
We cuddled, face to face, bodies pressed together, and kissed lightly. She sighed again and settled in my arms. The music of the storm played. Between us, my erection remained firm against her.
She reminded me of the first time she’d hugged me like this.
I was in the kitchen in my boxers, pouring myself a mug of coffee. Karen was off on another long sales trip. I noticed Ella in the kitchen doorway, standing quietly watching me. She was still in her cotton pajamas. In her eyes I saw such sweet yearning, puppy love. Three months shy of thirteen, she was blossoming, enchanting, a child slowly transitioning into a woman.
I’d smiled at her, feeling a tug of attraction, the slow unfurling of desire for the forbidden. She was so sweet. Her returned smile was accompanied by a shy blush, her head tilted down just enough, and, with her long, long blonde hair flowing free like silk to her lower back, Ella was beautiful.
I opened my arms in an invitation. She’d smiled again and moved slowly towards me. My arms welcomed her slender body in a hug. Her arms wrapped around my waist and she pressed herself to me, giving me a sweet sigh of pleasure. The hug was different, new. This hug was intimate, a full press of bodies together, and her hand had caressed my back speaking volumes. The hug lasted a long time, both of us unwilling to end it. And I made the mistake of rubbing her back, feeling her slender body, so young and desirable.
When we parted, her cheeks were dusted with red. She’d felt my cock respond, a partial erection forming, and had glanced down as she moved away. It was the first time she’d seen my physical response.
As if it was a sign, or confirmation of my attraction to her, Ella’s sweet flirting intensified over the next week and I didn’t stop her. I was too charmed.
I was falling in love with her.
It was the feeling of intense attraction and adoration, the way my heart would wake up at the sight of her, and how I missed her when she wasn’t in the same room I was in. I didn’t feel raw lust, like I did with Karen. With Ella, my feelings were softer and more intense. I yearned for her and found excuses to hug her, inhale the scent of her hair. She touched a place in my heart that hadn’t been touched before.
Our relationship changed.
Ella responded to my attention with laugher and brightness, pleasure at being desired. I didn’t hide my attraction. But I didn’t take advantage, either. Ella was too precious to me. Instead, I touched her frequently; a hand on her shoulder or arm, a rub on her back when standing side by side at the kitchen counter, or curling her hair behind her ear when it fell forward, letting my fingertips brush her chin when withdrawing my hand.
Ella blossomed. My subtle return of her affection changed how she walked, light on her feet, sometimes almost dancing with pleasure. I complimented her on her clothes. I openly admired her - not a hardship at all.
Another major change in our hesitant, budding relationship occurred when I asked her if she’d like to go see a movie. In the cinema, as La La Land music swelled, a romance in full bloom, her hand had brushed against mine on the armrest. A few moments later, the edge of her hand brushed mine again and I’d turned my palm and taken her hand in mine.
It wasn’t the first time I’d held Ella’s hand. I’d grabbed it to lead her when we’d run across a busy street, and taken it to steer her to a store when shopping at the mall. But this time it was different. This time the touch was gentle and surprisingly intimate. A soft squeeze communicated my pleasure and a return squeeze told me she understood; silent communication. We held hands through the rest of the movie and, when the lights came up, Ella looked into my eyes and blushed, so sweet.
With the simple act of holding hands, we slipped into intimacy. Awareness of our attraction was out in the open. Ella took to sitting close to me on the couch and casually taking my hand, holding it on her lap. Small squeezes talked, affection and more. I couldn’t stop myself when, as she hugged me goodnight, I kissed her soft cheek. She blushed, her pale blue eyes sparkling.
That such small intimacies could arouse me no longer surprised me. I went to bed with an erection, with desire and dreams, with a body yearning, and found release in the dark of the night.
The fire crackled, a log shifting. The wind still howled. The cabin grew warm, or perhaps it was just me. My memories of our sweet journey aroused me. Against Ella’s naked body my erection flexed.
Ella smiled at me. I kissed her, hugged her, then caressed her naked buttocks, loving their sensual shape, small and sexy. Warm arousal washed through me and I wanted her again, desire unfurling inside me.
“I can't get enough of you, ” I told her. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
Ella smiled with pleasure. Her hand slipped down to hold my erection. She whispered, “Kay, ” and stroked me slowly.
My cock swelled. I fondled her ass, gorgeous, firm, yet soft and arousing, and kissed her again, pressing my lips to hers. A flit of mischief passed through her eyes. The tip of her tongue teased me and I moaned, kissing her harder, insistent, tongue probing. She opened her mouth to me and we slipped into a passionate kiss.
Her hand stroked my cock driving my desire higher. When the kiss ended, I whispered, “Roll over.”
She rolled. I followed, settling on her back, pressing her to the bed, my legs outside hers holding them together. My erection nestled into the valley of her buttocks.
“Lift, ” I whispered, reaching down.
When she lifted her hips, her buttocks pressing to my groin, I eased my hand under her, my fingertips brushing across her sparse pubic hair. Then I cupped her small pussy, warm and sensual in my palm.
I nuzzled her cheek and kissed it. Below, I curled my finger, probing into her cleft to find her clit, then caressed gently.
Ella sighed with pleasure. My cock throbbed. I let myself drown in the pleasure of her young body underneath me, and how her small buttocks cradled me so sensually. With the lightest touch, I caressed her soft clit and Ella responded slowly. It started with quiet sighs of pleasure. Then her buttocks tightened as if caressing my erection.
Very slowly, Ella’s pussy became slippery and she responded with a slow hump, pelvis tilting, her bottom stroking my cock.
I nuzzled her cheek and whispered, “You have a beautiful body. It turns me on so much.”
She sighed, “Kay, ” and moved, responded, rubbing her pussy against my finger. Her eyes closed, concentrating on the sensation of being touched, an intimate caress, then squeezed her sexy buttocks.
In the isolated world of the cabin, alone together, a winter storm still unleashing its wrath, and a warm fire crackling, I let myself go. Rolling my hips, I fucked between her cheeks, slow, sexy. For minutes we writhed together, enjoying our intimacy. Then my erection pulsed and precum leaked. Suddenly the tip was slipping through her silky buttocks, a whole new experience.
Ella murmured quietly, humping my finger, her cheeks rolling, stroking my cock. I fucked her buttocks slowly, precum spreading, and caressed her soft clit gently, aware of her soreness.
Ella was warm, her body small, so sexy. Her breathing deepened, nostrils flaring, her bottom undulating rhythmically. My cock swelled. I fucked her bottom, rolling on her, my tip slipping against her and rubbing against my stomach. It was beautiful and exciting and so sexy.
Very slowly, the signs of an orgasm emerged, erection straining, balls tightening, weight emerging in my groin. My strokes grew longer, the crown sliding back through her cheeks, then forward to emerge at her lower back. I fucked her slowly, waiting, waiting, and Ella murmured, humping the bed faster, my finger caressing her clit.
Excitement mounting, I waited for her and was rewarded. Ella gasped quietly. Her body shook, buttocks clenched tightly. For a second she paused, then succumbed to her climax, grunting quietly, humping fast, pelvis curling. Her mouth opened. She panted, groaned, her hands curling into fists. Her climax was so spectacular I couldn’t hold back.
As my erection strained, thick and rigid, as the first wave of pleasure hit me, I came, semen rushing up. My cock pulsed. Hot, wet cum spurted between her cheeks, sweet bliss hitting me.
Pulling back, the tip of my erection pressed down between her cheeks, down deeper between her thighs, and pressed to her cleft as another hard, hard wave of pleasure hit, cum erupting against her pussy, hot wetness spurting. With a groan, my orgasm blossomed. Thrusting gently, the tip bumping into her cleft, I came hard, spurting, sweet ecstasy washing over me. Ella grunted and humped. Hot semen covered my finger rubbing her clit. As Ella climaxed, I thrust and came, soaking her small pussy, each spurt bringing pleasure, gut clenching, cumming, cumming.
We stilled, hearts pounding. My erection softened. I was drained once again, peace and lassitude permeating me. All my weight pressed Ella to the bed. She sighed loudly. Her body relaxed, soft and sensual.
The scent of sex blended with the scent of burning pine and her aroma. I kissed her cheek.
“It’s not enough, ” I murmured. “I’m drained and I still want you.”
A smile played on her lips. “Kay, ” she said softly, so sweet. She rolled her hips slightly. “We’ve made a mess.”
We had. The bed was wet with semen.
I eased my hand out from underneath her, kissed her cheek, and suggested, “Let’s clean up. Take a shower with me. But not yet. I want to lie on you just a bit longer.”
“Kay.”
Eventually I rolled off her. We hit the small bathroom; sparse, with a toilet, sink, mirror, and shower stall only just big enough for two.
It was the first time I could study Ella naked. Until now, I’d had glimpses; her walking to the bathroom and back, her naked below me, her on her side facing me. Ella was blessed with a beautiful body. Adolescence had started the process of reshaping her. She had a hint of a waist, her hips still very narrow. Her rear, while small, was undoubtably female; a developing pear shape, sensual buttocks forming a sexy butt crack, and arousing creases where the bottom of her cheeks met her thighs.
When she turned in the bathroom, I studied her front. She was going to have beautiful breasts. Even now, they were perfectly shaped. Deliciously firm and so petite, they looked edible. I adored her puffy areolae, small mounds topping her breasts, her nipples soft. I loved how her areolae would swell with arousal and change to dark pink.
And below, I adored her pussy. She was a true blonde. Her small mons was covered in a fine dusting of straight pubic hairs, all groomed to point to her cleft. Even paler pubes covered her labia, baby hair, soft, silken. And cradled between her plump labia was her small clit, the tip emerging halfway down.
My body didn’t respond, but my mind did, desire for her still strong.
We washed quickly. The hot water tank was small. Ella shivered when she dried herself. The bathroom was cooler than the main room.
Dressed in panties and one of my T-shirts, Ella looked cute. She helped me make eggs for breakfast. I was starving. We chatted comfortably. I told her about the cabin, and how snow squalls frequently blew off Georgian Bay, frequently heavy enough to block roads. Through the small, frosted kitchen window, the pine forest surrounded the patch of open yard; snow a thick blanket, pristine, flawless.
As we ate breakfast at the small table in the main room, my mind drifted back to our first kiss. It was easily the most exciting kiss of my life. I’d hugged Ella every night before she went to bed and kissed her cheek. It was one of those that changed.
It was my fault. Hugging her, with her scent filling my nose, I’d kissed her cheek softly, lingering slightly longer, and when I finished, my mouth had stayed close to her face as I inhaled deeply. Ella had slowly turned her face and her lips brushed across mine, feather-light. A bolt of electricity hit me. And, with her shyly looking into my eyes, aware of her first, hesitant intimate act, I’d smiled softly and brushed her lips with mine.
It was chaste, yet intensely intimate, and thrilled me to my core. Ella blushed, her pale blue eyes bright, and I kissed her again, just lips touching, then whispered, “Goodnight. Sweet dreams.”
One kiss. That’s all it took. Somehow we knew without stating it. We’d started on a journey and complications loomed. At first, we didn’t talk about it. Our intimacy was limited to sweet kisses, each one rewarding me with a cute blush of pleasure.
I didn’t group her. I resisted touching her, limiting myself to rubbing her back, or holding her hand. Ella flourished. She became brighter, more talkative, and in the process charmed me even more. Through her I was experiencing young love, and it was intense.
Our slow flirtation was sidelined with the return of her mother. Karen was as sexually voracious as ever and I took my desires for Ella out on her. Yet in Ella’s eyes, I could see her unhappiness at every show of affection her mother gave me. For almost a week we didn’t kiss, didn’t hug, didn’t hold hands. For almost a week I was sexually exhausted yet never satisfied. Karen’s appeal was waning fast. Desire for Ella was far more powerful.
“What are you thinking about?” Ella asked, interrupting my drive down memory lane.
I smiled. “I was remembering the first time your mother was home and we couldn’t kiss.”
Ella nodded.
“I was so jealous. I’d get angry at you, and then angry at Mom.” She smiled softly. “You made me so happy that night. I think I was about to explode.”
“You were, ” I confirmed, finishing my eggs.
She stood, took my plate with hers and went to the kitchen to clean.
I’d noticed Ella’s increasing jealousy, her frowns, and how she was behaving slightly cooler towards her mother. One night, with Karen taking a bath, I’d slipped into Ella’s bedroom. She was in bed, studying her Smartphone, wearing cotton pajamas. She glanced up at me and immediately smiled, pleasure sparkling in her eyes. I sat on the side of her bed and leaned close.
“I’ve missed you, ” I whispered, then brushed her lips with mine.
Ella moaned, dropped her Smartphone, reached up to hug my n...
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