The stout man's vision wasn't so keen anymore. When the pair of orphans knocked at the door of his cabin ice-crusted and shivering in the biting cold, one of them being a young man and the other a child, Thomas Wheele had at first mistaken the two as brothers.
That misunderstanding was sustained until the youngest of the two, a kid maybe nine or ten years old with blonde bangs partly shielding their blithesome eyes from view, bent over at the waist and fed firewood into the cabin stove. They had stripped down to a gray wool sweater and dark snow pants held up by suspenders. Thomas Wheele observed closely from his rocking chair, how the seat of their snow pants strained against the shapely flesh of their rounded backside, whispering a future of nubile femininity. He knew for certain then that he was dealing with a young lady, and that free pussy had landed right into his lap.
A low groan rose in Wheele's throat as his hand lingered down at his groin and adjusted the growing erection in his pants. The stainless steel of his handy Colt .44 resting in his pocket shone in the brightness of the burning firewood. Next to the cabin stove, the older sibling sat on a short stool, sniffled, and rubbed his mittened hands together.
"Thank you again, Mister," The young girl said, turning towards Wheele who had decided to casually rest an arm in his lap to hide any physical hints of his perked libido. The femininity of her voice had been clear from the start but could fit suitably on a small boy her age. "M-My name is Haven," She gestured across the room, "This is my brother. His name is Marshall." As if he were greeting Wheele, the oldest one sniffled on cue. "We're very thankful. W-We'll try not to cause any more trouble than we've already given you."
Wheele scratched his grizzled beard. He was strong-faced, heavy-set, and of former military bearing. Few had a past so marred by wickedness. There were women he had defiled and men who wanted him to hang for it. "That's a good attitude. That's a reasonable one, anyway." He left silence hanging in the room like a lantern.
"Mmhmm," Haven broke the vague tension.
"I expect a child to do what a grown man commands of them, without question," Wheele spoke in a voice that glowered. Without turning his head, his eyes fell on Marshall. He was a loose-jointed young man seventeen years of age donning an ushanka over his hair. "The same goes for anyone taking up space in my cabin."
"Of course, Mister," Haven began, "We won't be any trouble."
"Wheele."
"Huh?"
"It's Mister Wheele." He corrected.
Haven nodded with her blue eyes glowing. "Thank you very much, Mister Wheele." When Thomas Wheele patted his thigh and commanded the young girl to sit on his lap, Haven threw a hesitant look at her brother. It was a test. She had realized, and Haven obeyed despite her initial hesitance. She barely weighed anything. From her new seat, the girl could see thick tufts of dark chest hair peeking from underneath his thin woolen undershirt. Her hands remained idle in her own lap. "You have a strange smell, Mister Wheele." She whispered.
"I tell you, I've always wanted a daughter but could never get one." He glanced at Marshall, who was staring back with raised body posture. Haven furrowed her brows at the man, trying to make sense of the seemingly random statement.
Displaying boldness, Thomas lifted the girl bridal-style into his arms when he stood up from his rocking chair, and, as if by habit, Haven moved her arms around the man's neck. "Marshall?" Haven said to her older brother as Thomas plodded past Marshall's seat with the girl still being carried in his arms. She moved her arms from his neck, wanting to be put down. "Where are we going?"
Marshall had a stuffy voice but spoke accusingly. "Where are you taking her?" And he received little more than an over-the-shoulder glare from Wheele for the trouble of asking.
"I don't mind walking, Mister Wheele," Haven said.
He carried Haven further into his cabin and showed her the sleeping loft with a bed that was only large enough for two people. The bed sheets were hastily thrown towards its foot. "You'll be sleeping here with me tonight."
"What about my brother?"
"I have something special for him. A young man needs his own place to sleep. Okay?"
She scratched her temple. "O…Okay."
For supper, they ate thick pea soup together in silence as heavy snowfall raged on outside the window.
Thomas Weele waited until dark settled, the night taking up a strained intensity as if it were weighed down with terrible things to come. A few hours after they had eaten, he found Marshall asleep, lying lengthwise across a rickety wooden bench. When Thomas shook him awake, the young man grimaced with squinted eyes. "You, get up," Thomas commanded.
"Huh… get up? For what?"
Thomas lowered a hand to his side and held up his Colt .44 revolver. "Me and the girl heard something outside. You care about her, don't you?"
"Yes."
"You want to keep her safe? Protect her?"
"Of course."
"Then come with me. We need to be men together."
They slipped on snowshoes and went out farther than they needed to. With the heavy snowfall still trickling down, cutting away their field of vision from all directions, they seemed hopelessly stranded in a sea of frost. Thomas Wheele led the way as they threaded in one direction, minute after minute trickling away. Every now and then, he'd look behind him to check if Marshall was still following behind which he always was.
They had walked for fifteen minutes before Thomas Wheele suddenly held up an open hand in front of Marshall. Thomas stared forward into the darkness.
"What's wrong?" Marshall asked, peering over Wheele's massive frame. The falling snow made it impossible to see anything.
"Look for yourself," Thomas Wheele said with finality. He pointed forward, his feet were immobile.
When Marshall moved a few paces ahead of Wheele, still not seeing anything, Thomas aimed and the revolver in his hand went off like the roar of a cannon. Heat rose from its barrel. There was stillness. He fired three more times and then walked back in the direction he had come. The journey back took half the time.
As soon as Thomas Wheele entered his cabin again, he peeled off every bit of clothing he had been wearing besides a pair of trousers. He left his still-warm revolver on a low plywood shelf next to his gun rack. One hand scratched his hairy chest as he made his way to the sleeping loft.
Haven was still awake and lying on her side beneath the blankets, shivering a little though she was quite warm. In the oversized pajamas Thomas had lent her, the girl seemed to have aged two years backward. "Mister Wheele, I thought I heard something outside." She sat up and stared at him with doleful eyes. "Is everything alright?"
His large hand pressed down on her shoulder, "Lay down, little missy… come on, do as your as Daddy says." Once she was flat on the bed, he stripped off her pajama coat, exposing her small pink nipples.
She looked up at Thomas with a pained, watery gaze. "Is Marshall okay? Can I see him?" The man leaned over her and forced her lips to lock together with his in a long sensual kiss that left her flushed afterward. Next, he stripped the pajama bottoms and panties from her small frame. There was no resistance.
She had a beautiful little pussy, completely hairless, and smooth as a baby's backside. Thomas placed a hand on each of her thighs to keep them apart, her pussy was left splayed open for him. His closely-shaved head slowly descended between her inner thighs.
With her shoulders heaving and her breaths bursting in and out, Haven watched Thomas wearily and gasped aloud when the man's hot tongue pressed into her delicate labia. Her back arched. "Nnnhnn!" His tongue continued sliding around inside her cunt. "Hahh… Hah… Mister Wheele… Ohhhhh!" He licked and swirled around her tiny clit. It was too much. Her hips began squirming, vying for escape. His grip on her thighs strengthened and kept her in place. "Ahhhhh… hahh… ha… ahh!" Haven's eyes clenched shut as her juices lightly sprayed out from her pussy onto Wheele's tongue.
Her face burned into a light shade of pink with blonde bangs sticking to her forehead. Thomas tugged down his trousers and then stroked his long flaccid prick. He moved his knees underneath the girl's thighs with his thick cock nestled along her wet pussy. He rubbed the fat head of his cock along her slit.
Haven shook her head mutely. "I want to see… Marshall… please, Mister Wheele." He locked his lips against hers again, aimed his prick toward her little pussy, and started to push into her with just his hips. She twitched and struggled underneath his immovable frame as her pussy fought to stretch along the man's wide cock. Haven moaned into his lips, her little hand sunk into the hair on his chest. Inch by inch, his mighty cock penetrated her deeper, slowly disappearing into her pink cunt until Wheele jerked his hips, tore through the protective tissue of her hymen, and bottomed out into the ten-year-old's pussy. She bucked and writhed her hips to no avail. His hairy nutsack pressed lewdly against her bare butt.
When he broke the kiss, a thin strand of saliva kept their tongues connected. A tear curved along Haven's cheek. The girl made a small hic. He wiped the tear away, still buried balls deep inside her cunt. "Come on, baby, don't cry. Big girls don't cry…"
"Mister Wheele," She paused. "Did something happen to Marshall?"
Tom started to slowly work his cock in and out of her pussy, helping her adjust to his large size. "Don't worry about that. Worry about your daddy, hmm? Can you do that?"
"I…" Her small frame trembled with pleasure. Her pussy contracted around his enormous manhood as Thomas began to speed up his long slow strokes into rapid pistoning thrusts. Soon he was fucking her with something resembling blind fury. As hot air blew in sharp bursts from his wide nostrils, Wheele pounded his rigid manhood hard into her hot, gripping pussy. "I… ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhhh," His hanging nuts slapped against her backside each time his hips slammed downward.
"Mmmmpph! Mmmppph! Mmmmph!" Wheele grunted huskily, having lost all self-control to the sensation of her heated ten-year-old pussy wrapped around his naked cock. He bent his head and slurped hard at one of her enticing pink nipples. He bit down a little.
Outside the cabin, the wind howled and cut like a white-hot knife. The night had acquired a drinkable sort of darkness.
Thomas felt the girl throw her legs around his hips. She panted in deep breathy gasps, "Haah… hahh… ooooooooohhhh," Her small frame tensed and shuddered, her tight pussy spasmed around his engorged manhood. The heat of her passions spread through her body in satisfying waves. She lifted her head towards the ceiling and exposed her neck. Her toes curled up uncontrollably. While her climax raged on, Thomas kept fucking her little body.
In fact, it spurred him on to ram her spasming cunt with even more vigor. The wide head of his cock repeatedly nudged hard against her cervix. "Mmph! Mmmph! That's right, baby, let Daddy pound your pussy nice and raw." As he pistoned her cunt at a hard steady rhythm, the bed rocked and creaked noisily underneath their combined weight.
As echoes of her orgasm reverberated through her frame, Haven felt a delicate pressure deep growing deep inside her pussy as Wheele's cock continuously jabbed against the entrance of her womb. She found herself eagerly waiting to feel his fat prick ramming down into her pussy with each backward stroke. Her hips moved with him, trying to swallow more of his cock, to feel him burrow deeper. "Ahh, ahh, ahhh, ahh, ah," The ten-year-old girl wrapped her arms around his neck, "Daddy." She whispered.
The very moment he heard the word, Wheele's large cock swelled to an even greater size where it was buried inside the squeezing confines of her pussy. His strokes became short but powerful, banging the small girl mercilessly into the bed, desperately close to emptying his nuts. "Come on, baby, say it louder for Daddy."
With their bodies hugged close to another one, his bulbous cockhead was practically beating against her cervix, his hairy chest pressed tight against her flat hairless one. Haven mewled a panting moan, "Ohh, Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"
"Come on, baby. Squeeze that tight pussy!" He pounded her pussy with limitless virility until one of his hammering thrusts had pistoned the fat head of his cock past the barrier of her cervix, into the tiny mouth of her womb, granting him direct entry.
Sensing this, the man grunted in delight and stopped thrusting. His large nuts moved up inside his hairy sack. Thomas Wheele groaned loudly in the ten-year-old's ear as heavy ropes of his hot seed spurted into her womb unencumbered. "Mmmm! Fuck!" Wheele cursed. Another supply of semen rushed through his shaft and delivered a bellyful into her wet pussy. Thomas hadn't had a woman in months now and had plenty saved up for the little girl. His naked ass tensed up each time a heavy stream of his load rushed from the slit of his glans to blast her womb full of his hot potent sperm. Her pussy greedily absorbed every drop until the sheer abundance of it forced some of his thick sperm to begin seeping from where they were connected.
As the last drops of semen drained from Wheele's cock, Haven's legs unhooked themselves from around the small of his back as she lay on the bed with her eyes shut, breathing softly, exhausted. "Daddy…" She uttered. When his rigid cock slid out from her tight pussy, it glistened sharply with her juices and throbbed only once. Thomas's sperm slowly oozed from her freshly-fucked pussy. He was proud of his work.
Wheele moved off of her so that they could lay next to each other. He brought her close, their bodies warming each other. "That's right. You got a daddy now. Ain't that something?" He moved some lemon-yellow bangs from her eyes. Then kissed her forehead.
They fell asleep together like that, father and daughter sprawled naked beneath three layers of blankets. A changed life awaited them both the next morning.