The moon was high overhead and the snowdrifts outside the clouded windows sparkled with the silver light. Sueanne walked to one of the windows and peered into the darkness. The thick, wet snow was still coming down.
“It’s a real blizzard,” she said, shivering at the nearness to the freezing air outside.
“Sit by the fire,” Mike ordered, “and wrap yourself up.”
He tossed the blanket at her.
Sueanne liked the paternal tone of voice, the same kind of strength as her father’s. She wondered if her father was worrying about her, if Billy had reported that she was lost in a snowstorm. Perhaps he’d just gone back to his own home, not telling anyone that he had left a sixteen year old virgin in the deep woods during a blizzard.
But she realized that her father knew she was going out with Billy and, by now, after midnight, he must have called Billy’s parents.
She could almost hear him screaming in the fierce manner that he had, the same ugly tone of voice he used to the terrified young men who worked for him.
“What the hell have you done with my daughter?”
She envisioned his angry, flushed face as he hollered into the telephone. her daddy cared about her and she knew he would be looking for her. She only hoped — and she looked at the woodsman’s flaccid penis peeking from his woolen hunting pants — she only hoped that Daddy didn’t find her too soon. She wanted to feel that sweet hunk of meat stiffening in her virgin cunt and the blood of her maidenhead coating Mike’s thick cock as he fucked her.
In actuality, fifteen miles south at the huge Georgian mansion where Sueanne lived, her father had been pacing nervously for an hour, seriously concerned about the fate of his daughter.
The living room shimmered with the flickering light of an old kerosene lamp. The electricity was off and the transistor radio announced that the region was in for the worst snowstorm in fifty years. Twenty inches before morning, the announcer said, and the possibility that the freezing blizzard would continue for another day, as well. The telephone lines were down and even if Sueanne’s worried father could climb out a window and slide down the five foot drifts to his car, he knew he couldn’t travel the unploughed highways — and he knew that the boy, Billy, lived on a farm accessible only by a dirt road, which was surely not navigable in this kind of storm.
Sueanne’s father rubbed his big hand across his square jaw and tried to talk some sense into himself. He was worried, certainly, but common sense told him that if there had been a car accident and if his daughter, his only child, had been hurt in any way, the State Troopers would have made their way by sled to his door to inform him. It was likely, he told himself, that the boy Billy got his old car back to his family’s farmhouse and that Sueanne was safe there with the boy’s parents warm and well-fed.
He worried that his daughter had been alone with the virile and adolescent boy. She was such a beautiful girl that he was sure any boy would try to get into her pants. He knew that sometime she would find the right young man and marry him — and even then, he would be jealous — but he didn’t want any pimply young pricks in her virgin cunt until then.
Maybe because his wife was gone, he thought, he was more attached to his daughter than a father should be. He frequently dreamed that he was making love to his wife, pressing his rigid cock into her hot and hungry receptacle, filling his hot jism fill his balls, ready to shoot. Then suddenly, within the dream, his wife became his daughter and he felt the hot surge of her virgin blood surround his invading cock. He would wake up, having ejaculated a simmering pool of semen on the bed.
He wished that it were possible to keep his daughter to himself, to deflower her and keep her with him always. And then he felt a rush of guilt for such feelings. Society told him it was wrong for a father to love his daughter so completely. And Sueanne’s father was a man completely controlled by the morals of society.
He continued to pace, watching the sheets of thick, wet snow pile up around his house. The huge stone fireplace kept him warm, the flickering kerosene lamp lent a glittering light and Sueanne’s daddy, even through his worry, felt the heat growing in his groin, the stiffening of his cock, as he thought about the blonde and virgin body of his sixteen year old daughter.
Mike, the woodsman, hefted two heavy logs from the dwindling pile of firewood and dropped them onto the flames, listening to the hiss of the green wood, closing the fire screen quickly to avoid the sharp, yellow sparks that spat toward the hearth.
He shook his head and smiled at his situation. Trapped in the cabin, his wife wild with worry, he was making love to the virgin daughter of the country’s most powerful and vengeful man. He was in a hell of a fix. But looking at Sueanne’s sweet young figure, wrapped tightly in a blanket against the growing cold, he didn’t feel guilty or afraid. The girl obviously enjoyed his attentions — and it had been many years since Mike had found such excitement in the sex act.
He cautioned himself to stay in control, however, not to bust the cherry of the girl. He didn’t want that kind of responsibility — he didn’t want to find himself fired from his job because of Sueanne’s irate father.
He wondered if his wife had gotten the kids to bed. They loved to sit up at the picture window and watch a snowstorm. He wondered if she had heat, electricity or a phone working in the house — and if she had called the State Troopers to report his being trapped in the wilderness cabin.
Actually, in the fire-lit living room of the woodsman’s suburban tract house, his wife had wrapped his two sons deep in fluffy blankets and the boys were sound asleep before the fire. They enjoyed the situation, the excitement of a storm that tore down the electric wires and ended phone communication. It was like camping with their daddy in the woods. They envied their daddy, snowed in atop the mountain, and they went to sleep dreaming of being with him, of fighting the elements, in the log-cabin high on the hill.
Mike’s infant daughter tossed restlessly in her mother’s arms as Mike’s wife stared into the blinding snowstorm. She knew that her husband was a good woodsman and could take care of himself — but this kind of storm worried her — and as soon as phone communications were restored, she would dial the State Police and ask them to check out the cabin.
She loved her husband and depended on him.
They hadn’t had the kind of marital bliss that she had hoped for — but Mike was a responsible man who loved his children and his wife was satisfied with that. Occasionally, she would find herself warm with desire but her husband was usually at work or off on a business trip and she contented herself with an experienced finger that moved on her clitoris until she felt the ecstasy of relief. She wondered if her husband jerked off, or if he found other women on those trips of his.
She knew he must do something to relieve himself sexually. Their sex life together had been sporadic and unsatisfying for many years.
Even so, she loved him and hoped that he was well and warm in this night’s terrible storm.
“Want something else to eat?”
Mike moved the fry pan closer to the flames.
Sueanne looked up, a sweet, innocent face peering from the mound of blankets.
“No thank you,” she said politely and held his eyes with her blue, sweet stare.
Mike felt suddenly self-conscious about his prick, hanging from his pants. Her body was completely covered by the blanket and he felt as though he were exposing himself in a public place. He reached down with one hand to push his limp prick and big balls back inside his pants.
“Don’t,” Sueanne said softly. Mike stopped and looked at her. “I like to look at it,” she smiled, “it makes me feel safe.”
Safe? Mike smiled and thought to himself — if I could do with this prick what I really want to do — if I could roll this sweet, young virgin on her back and slam my thick, stiff prick into that virgin cunt — he shook his head in wonderment. His prick was anything but safe.
Sueanne knew that she had to do something to excite the woodsman again. He would never take her cherry if she just sat by the fire, a timid little girt, the blanket wrapped around her.
She opened the blanket just enough to expose her silky blonde cunt and began to stroke it with her fingers. She kept her eyes on the woodsman’s limp prick and watched it jerk and begin to rise as she stroked her pink, young pubis. She liked the feeling of warmth in her little cunt as the walls gorged with blood and the tissue seeped its lubricating fluid. She pressed her own finger as deep as possible into the tight little channel, in and out, glistening with her anxious, hot juices.
Sex was new to the girl, Mike reasoned, and she was insatiable. But he mustn’t lose control.
Sueanne watched him stare as her finger drove in and out her cunt, the tight little muscle opening up and encouraging her to slip two fingers in the hole. She moved her own thumb against her glistening pink clit, feeling the excitement tighten in her groin, the fluids flowing fast across her hot cunt-lips.
Mike lay belly down on the hearth, trying to keep his cock from driving him to fuck her. He stared into the flame red little cunt and watched in fascination as her own fingers moved in and out the cunt-hole, slippery with her flowing juices.
Sueanne saw the square jawed older man’s face moving toward her cunt. “Don’t suck it,” she whispered, “just watch. I want you to watch me come.”
She knew his thick prick was throbbing hard against the stone hearth and she could see his hips making an unconscious and slight fucking movement as his cock grew impatient and hungry for her hole.
Her fingers continued to slip in and out her virgin cunt-hole and her thumb moved expertly on her rigid clit. She could feel her nipples stiffening and pushing into the rough material of the blanket that was draped around her shoulders. She knew that the firelight was reflected in her glistening, wet cunt and that to Mike’s eyes, her pussy must appear to be on fire.
And it was on fire, in a sense of the word, sending hot sparks throughout Sueanne’s anxious, tense body as she felt her cunt hole grabbing at her fingers and her rigid clit hugging her thumb with its hot tissue. She knew she was on the wild flight up to orgasm and there was no turning back. Her fingers moved more quickly and the cunt muscle spasmed and sucked at the invaders. Her clit was a rigid spike inside the protective and slippery, hot tissue and her nipples felt as though they were going to pierce holes in the rough blanket that covered them.
“Oh,” Sueanne moaned, tossing her head back wildly, “Oh, watch my cunt, watch it, it’s going to come. It’s coming, wishing your cock were in it!”
Her cunt-muscles convulsed and a shower of hot, sticky fluid ran over her hand and across her thighs as Mike watched the pussy dilating and grabbing at the girl’s two fingers, watched for the first time, a cunt in the act of coming. His cock was pounding crazily against the stone hearth and he pressed his pelvis hard against it, trying to control it.
“You can lick it,” Sueanne said breathlessly as the hard clit softened and the cunt-hole tightened into an empty virgin peephole, “lick my pussy for me, clean it up.”
Mike smiled and crawled forward on his belly to run his hot tongue along her cunt lips, scooping her hot fluid from her tiny hole into his mouth. He bathed her soft clit with his mouth and sucked the fluid from the soft, crinkled tissue. It was the sweetest smelling cunt he’d ever sucked and he wondered if it was because she was a virgin.
Sueanne cupped her tight breasts in her own hands, squeezing them and rubbing her fingers on the nipples as the big man licked her cunt dry. She felt his hot tongue moving across the tissue, making sucking noises, dipping into the tight entrance of her virgin hole. She felt his lips moving around her clit, finding all the crevices in the tiny tissue. His tongue licked among the silken pussy hair and caressed her thighs, wet with cum. She lay back on the floor, the crumpled blanket under her, her fingers stroking her hard nipples as the big man sucked her dry.
“You suck so good,” she moaned, “you must be the best cunt-sucker in the whole world.” She could feel the big man blush aid grin, his face between her sticky thighs. His tongue moved down to find the path of skin that separated her cunt from her buttocks and it tickled there, making Sueanne’s buttocks anxious to spread open. She felt the man’s big hands lift her thighs over his shoulders and spread her buttocks with his fingers. She felt the hot pressure of his tongue in her tiny asshole and a surge of excitement soared through her, making her clit begin to stiffen once again and her nipples press hard into the palms of her hands.
“Oh,” she groaned, “that feels good.”
His tongue pushed harder into the tiny opening, forcing the muscle to stretch and accommodate him. The slight pangs of pain as he pushed his thick, hot tongue into her asshole were welcome to Sueanne and seemed only to excite her more. She could feel her cunt-juices flowing again, glistening on her swelling cunt lips.
He removed his tongue and, Sueanne gasped, feeling her tiny asshole dilate and grab for the missing object.
“Tell me to eat you, honey,” the big man said, “tell me to eat your asshole.”
His tongue plunged back into the hole again, causing a moment’s pain as he spread the muscle open.
“Eat me,” the girl groaned, “please eat my asshole, Mike. I want your hot tongue up my asshole.”
She could smell the warm, sweet smell of her own ass as his hot mouth worked between her buttocks and she let one of her hands move down from her nipple to her stiffening clit, rubbing the hot and slippery organ to a fierce stand as the rough-faced man drove his tongue deeper and deeper into her ass.
Mike’s hips were moving up and down, pounding his rigid cock against the stone hearth. His prick was boiling hot and hungry to explode inside her girl’s virgin cunt. But he wouldn’t let himself make the move.
“Fuck me, Mike,” the girl begged, “please fuck me with your cock. My cunt is aching for your big prick, to be filled up for the first time with your hot dick.”
Suddenly, he crawled forward, unplugging his tongue from her asshole, holding the girl’s slender ankles over his shoulders and mounting her. He rubbed his rampant cock along her hot, wet slit.
“Yes, yes,” Sueanne groaned in happy agony, “fuck me, Mike, fuck my cunt!” She knew she had him, she knew that the big man was going to ram his cock inside her, that she would at last feel the filling of her cunt with hot, male meat. “Fuck my pussy, please!”
He felt along the slit with his big prick and Sueanne knew that her cunt hole was dilating and groping at the hot meat, trying to pull it inside her. She felt the red-hot tip of his dick at her tiny entrance.
Suddenly the big man stopped and pulled his cock from her slit. “No,” he moaned, “Dammit, no!”
“Please,” Sueanne cried out, her cunt hole gaping and aching to be fucked for the very first time, “Please fuck me, Mike!”
She felt his big body heaving on top of her, thrashing, as his hand moved his cock down the tender piece of flesh below her cunt and pressed into the crevice of her buttocks. She felt his sizzling cock-head push against the tiny opening of her ass. Her cunt-lips were hot and wet and open and pressing against his belly, her stiff clit poking into his muscular body.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned as he pressed the hot end of his stiff dick at the edge of her tiny asshole.
“Don’t worry about hurting me,” Sueanne screamed. “Just fuck me, fuck my cunt!”
But it was clear that he was not going to fuck her cunt. His rampant prick pressed hard against her tiny puckered nether hole and Sueanne felt a blistering stab of pain as her ass muscle was forced open to accommodate the hot, hard meat of Mike’s aching prick.
“Ooooo,” she moaned in pain as she felt him pressing the iron-hot dick into her ass. The excruciating pain subsided as his dick slid fully into her and began to work in and out, fucking her asshole. She felt her ass muscle giving way to welcome the fucking prick and with every stroke, she felt his heavy, hairy balls slapping against her lower back.
The sweet, pungent smell of ass-fucking permeated the room and excited Sueanne as it filled her nostrils, making her know clearly that this big man had his thick cock imbedded to the root in her tiny asshole.
She groaned and twisted as he fucked slowly in and out her tiny, well stretched hole. She could feel her cunt-hole dilating in jealousy, wanting to be filled with that same load of hot male meat. Her clit pressed hot and wet into Mike’s stiff belly as he fucked her asshole.
Sueanne reached for his dark hair and pulled his head to her firm, hot breast, sighing happily as she felt his tongue moving on her stiff nipple, his big dick filling her hot, eager rectum.
“Fuck me, Mike,” she groaned, “Fuck my asshole, shoot your load into my asshole. Fuck me!”
His movement speeded up, the throbbing prick moving in and out the gaping hole. Sueanne’s eyes moved wildly around the room from the glistening snow-laden windowsills outside, the sheets of freezing ice that covered the panes, to the flickering firelight and the warmth of the hearth. She watched the flames jump higher and higher in the fireplace, from blue to yellow flames, spiraling furiously toward the opening into the chimney.
It felt as though his prick was halfway up her back, so fully was Mike’s rampant, sizzling cock filling her rectum, so wildly was her asshole grabbing and sucking at the welcome invader.
“Oh, oh, oh,” he was moaning and his big body was lying heavily on Sueanne’s abdomen, “Oh, honey, I’m gonna shoot off up your asshole.”
She could feel the solid, swollen balls jamming hotly against her buttocks, the scraping of his rough pubic hair against the tender flesh around her anus, the wild jerking of his fire-hot prick deep inside her, thrashing, convulsing and spraying her rectum with hot, wet jism.
He collapsed on top of her, her small body bearing his entire weight as his prick shriveled in the steaming heat of her asshole and, at last, slipped out.
“Oh, honey,” he breathed, “I hope I didn’t hurt you. You make me crazy, wanting you. I was almost out of my head.”
Sueanne’s empty asshole was smarting and dilating furiously from the fuck. Her cunt was still hot and dripping and her stiff clit, unsatisfied, pressed hard against Mike’s rough belly.
“It was wonderful,” she sighed, “I loved it. You can fuck me in the asshole, anytime.”
He grinned and kissed her mouth, exploring her tongue with his won. His face was still wet with her cunt juices and she sucked at his lips wildly, liking the taste of her own hot, virgin cunt.
She felt his big hand finding her hot cunt and he drove a thick finger into her tiny virgin cunt-hole and fucked it gently, moving his big thumb across her stiff clit, just as he had watched her doing to herself.
“Come for me,” he begged her, “I want to feel you coming with my finger up you.”
She knew that he was being careful not to push too hard, not to break the sensitive membrane that protected her virginity.
“Put two fingers in me,” she begged, hoping he would become wild with desire and drive them through the hated hymen. “I want to feel you in me, deep.”
He pressed another finger into the hole and Sueanne groaned with the pain as her little cunt stretched to accommodate the woodsman’s big fingers.
He moved the fingers in and out, rapidly, at a steady speed and Sueanne twisted her hips in anticipation of the moment when he would drive his fingers deep enough to penetrate her virginity.
“Fuck me, Mike,” she ordered, “Fuck me hard, I want you deep in me!”
But Mike’s thick thumb moving steadily on her hard clit and his hot tongue licking at the stiff nipple of her breast, made it impossible for her to wait. Her body felt the wild and hot electric surge that preceded orgasm and she knew that the shuttering of her vaginal canal, the snapping motion of her little asshole, the flailing of her quivering clit, indicated orgasm was immediate.
“I’m coming,” she cried out, gripping the woodsman’s thick black hair with her slender fingers, “I’m going to come! Fuck me, Mike, fuck me hard!”
Her cunt walls gripped his fingers with a blistering wet heat and her juices poured along the walls of her cunt lips, soaking his hands and trickling down her slender thighs.
Her nipple shriveled and softened in his mouth and she felt her hard clit receding into the nest of sweet pink tissue that surrounded it. Moments later, her cunt muscle relaxed enough for Mike to pull his two fingers from her still-virgin hole.
She smiled as he held them up for her to see, glistening in the firelight. He put them, one by one, into his mouth and licked off her hot cunt juices.
“Mmmm,” he smiled at her, “you taste so damned sweet, honey.”
She could see his prick was growing hard again and she wanted to devise a way to make him wild enough with desire that he would forget his morals and drive that prick into her virgin cunt.
“Do you have another blanket?” Sueanne asked it wide-eyed and innocently.
“Oh, sure,” Mike said and got up quickly, his half-hard prick bobbing out in front of him as he walked to the cupboard. “You cold?”
“No,” Sueanne said and pulled her own blanket tight around her body, moving to the fire for warmth. “I want you to take your clothes off. I want to see your body.”
Mike actually blushed. He never took his clothes off. Even when he fucked his wife, he just took his cock and balls out of his pajama pants. He never liked being stared at naked. A woman, well that was one thing — but a naked man.
“Come on,” he hesitated, “I’d feel silly.”
“I know you’re beautiful,” Sueanne said factually, “and I want to see your body.”
“Beautiful?” Mike hooted. As if a hairy male body could be beautiful.
“Beautiful to me,” Sueanne said, smiling sweetly. She knew that she could get this big man to do almost anything she wanted. One thing she had learned from living with her stoic daddy, was to manipulate a man.
“Please,” she begged him, “It would, make me very happy.”
Mike shrugged and, feeling like a fool, he brought the blanket over the fire and stripped off his jacket, folding it neatly and putting it on a chair.
“Take it off,” Sueanne teased him, “Take it off.”
The big man was getting into the mood, she could tell. He grinned like a strip-teaser and wiggled his hips. He took the edges of his thick sweater and pulled it over his head, dancing and whistling awkwardly. Sueanne applauded when he spun the sweater over his head and let it go to land in the far dark corner of the room. His chest was thick with black, curly hair, forming a triangle that accentuated the broadness of his muscular shoulders and the narrowness of his slim waist. His nipples were almost brown and not so large as Sueanne’s but she looked hungrily at the pinheads and wanted to suck on them.
Mike unhooked his thick britches and pulled the leather belt free in one ripping motion, swinging the belt over his head and tossing it across the room.
“Take it off,” Sueanne giggled and clapped, “Take it off!”
Mike felt foolish but carefree for the first time in many years and he bumped and grinded until his thick trousers slipped to his ankles on the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside, hearing the jangle of change in the pants pocket as he did so.
Sueanne smiled at the conservative white shorts, pressed and starched. The big man unbuttoned them at the waist and let them slide down his muscular hairy legs, exposing the exquisite sculptured lines of his buttocks and his groins.
“Wow,” Sueanne said as she stared at him, “You’re gorgeous.”
Mike bumped his hips at her again, causing his half-hard cock to flail about furiously, bouncing against his full balls.
His pubic mat was thick and bushy but his ass was round and firm and almost hairless. Sueanne thought that he was beautiful, absolutely beautiful.
The bronze and naked God who would take her cherry, somehow, someway, tonight!
“It’s a real blizzard,” she said, shivering at the nearness to the freezing air outside.
“Sit by the fire,” Mike ordered, “and wrap yourself up.”
He tossed the blanket at her.
Sueanne liked the paternal tone of voice, the same kind of strength as her father’s. She wondered if her father was worrying about her, if Billy had reported that she was lost in a snowstorm. Perhaps he’d just gone back to his own home, not telling anyone that he had left a sixteen year old virgin in the deep woods during a blizzard.
But she realized that her father knew she was going out with Billy and, by now, after midnight, he must have called Billy’s parents.
She could almost hear him screaming in the fierce manner that he had, the same ugly tone of voice he used to the terrified young men who worked for him.
“What the hell have you done with my daughter?”
She envisioned his angry, flushed face as he hollered into the telephone. her daddy cared about her and she knew he would be looking for her. She only hoped — and she looked at the woodsman’s flaccid penis peeking from his woolen hunting pants — she only hoped that Daddy didn’t find her too soon. She wanted to feel that sweet hunk of meat stiffening in her virgin cunt and the blood of her maidenhead coating Mike’s thick cock as he fucked her.
In actuality, fifteen miles south at the huge Georgian mansion where Sueanne lived, her father had been pacing nervously for an hour, seriously concerned about the fate of his daughter.
The living room shimmered with the flickering light of an old kerosene lamp. The electricity was off and the transistor radio announced that the region was in for the worst snowstorm in fifty years. Twenty inches before morning, the announcer said, and the possibility that the freezing blizzard would continue for another day, as well. The telephone lines were down and even if Sueanne’s worried father could climb out a window and slide down the five foot drifts to his car, he knew he couldn’t travel the unploughed highways — and he knew that the boy, Billy, lived on a farm accessible only by a dirt road, which was surely not navigable in this kind of storm.
Sueanne’s father rubbed his big hand across his square jaw and tried to talk some sense into himself. He was worried, certainly, but common sense told him that if there had been a car accident and if his daughter, his only child, had been hurt in any way, the State Troopers would have made their way by sled to his door to inform him. It was likely, he told himself, that the boy Billy got his old car back to his family’s farmhouse and that Sueanne was safe there with the boy’s parents warm and well-fed.
He worried that his daughter had been alone with the virile and adolescent boy. She was such a beautiful girl that he was sure any boy would try to get into her pants. He knew that sometime she would find the right young man and marry him — and even then, he would be jealous — but he didn’t want any pimply young pricks in her virgin cunt until then.
Maybe because his wife was gone, he thought, he was more attached to his daughter than a father should be. He frequently dreamed that he was making love to his wife, pressing his rigid cock into her hot and hungry receptacle, filling his hot jism fill his balls, ready to shoot. Then suddenly, within the dream, his wife became his daughter and he felt the hot surge of her virgin blood surround his invading cock. He would wake up, having ejaculated a simmering pool of semen on the bed.
He wished that it were possible to keep his daughter to himself, to deflower her and keep her with him always. And then he felt a rush of guilt for such feelings. Society told him it was wrong for a father to love his daughter so completely. And Sueanne’s father was a man completely controlled by the morals of society.
He continued to pace, watching the sheets of thick, wet snow pile up around his house. The huge stone fireplace kept him warm, the flickering kerosene lamp lent a glittering light and Sueanne’s daddy, even through his worry, felt the heat growing in his groin, the stiffening of his cock, as he thought about the blonde and virgin body of his sixteen year old daughter.
Mike, the woodsman, hefted two heavy logs from the dwindling pile of firewood and dropped them onto the flames, listening to the hiss of the green wood, closing the fire screen quickly to avoid the sharp, yellow sparks that spat toward the hearth.
He shook his head and smiled at his situation. Trapped in the cabin, his wife wild with worry, he was making love to the virgin daughter of the country’s most powerful and vengeful man. He was in a hell of a fix. But looking at Sueanne’s sweet young figure, wrapped tightly in a blanket against the growing cold, he didn’t feel guilty or afraid. The girl obviously enjoyed his attentions — and it had been many years since Mike had found such excitement in the sex act.
He cautioned himself to stay in control, however, not to bust the cherry of the girl. He didn’t want that kind of responsibility — he didn’t want to find himself fired from his job because of Sueanne’s irate father.
He wondered if his wife had gotten the kids to bed. They loved to sit up at the picture window and watch a snowstorm. He wondered if she had heat, electricity or a phone working in the house — and if she had called the State Troopers to report his being trapped in the wilderness cabin.
Actually, in the fire-lit living room of the woodsman’s suburban tract house, his wife had wrapped his two sons deep in fluffy blankets and the boys were sound asleep before the fire. They enjoyed the situation, the excitement of a storm that tore down the electric wires and ended phone communication. It was like camping with their daddy in the woods. They envied their daddy, snowed in atop the mountain, and they went to sleep dreaming of being with him, of fighting the elements, in the log-cabin high on the hill.
Mike’s infant daughter tossed restlessly in her mother’s arms as Mike’s wife stared into the blinding snowstorm. She knew that her husband was a good woodsman and could take care of himself — but this kind of storm worried her — and as soon as phone communications were restored, she would dial the State Police and ask them to check out the cabin.
She loved her husband and depended on him.
They hadn’t had the kind of marital bliss that she had hoped for — but Mike was a responsible man who loved his children and his wife was satisfied with that. Occasionally, she would find herself warm with desire but her husband was usually at work or off on a business trip and she contented herself with an experienced finger that moved on her clitoris until she felt the ecstasy of relief. She wondered if her husband jerked off, or if he found other women on those trips of his.
She knew he must do something to relieve himself sexually. Their sex life together had been sporadic and unsatisfying for many years.
Even so, she loved him and hoped that he was well and warm in this night’s terrible storm.
“Want something else to eat?”
Mike moved the fry pan closer to the flames.
Sueanne looked up, a sweet, innocent face peering from the mound of blankets.
“No thank you,” she said politely and held his eyes with her blue, sweet stare.
Mike felt suddenly self-conscious about his prick, hanging from his pants. Her body was completely covered by the blanket and he felt as though he were exposing himself in a public place. He reached down with one hand to push his limp prick and big balls back inside his pants.
“Don’t,” Sueanne said softly. Mike stopped and looked at her. “I like to look at it,” she smiled, “it makes me feel safe.”
Safe? Mike smiled and thought to himself — if I could do with this prick what I really want to do — if I could roll this sweet, young virgin on her back and slam my thick, stiff prick into that virgin cunt — he shook his head in wonderment. His prick was anything but safe.
Sueanne knew that she had to do something to excite the woodsman again. He would never take her cherry if she just sat by the fire, a timid little girt, the blanket wrapped around her.
She opened the blanket just enough to expose her silky blonde cunt and began to stroke it with her fingers. She kept her eyes on the woodsman’s limp prick and watched it jerk and begin to rise as she stroked her pink, young pubis. She liked the feeling of warmth in her little cunt as the walls gorged with blood and the tissue seeped its lubricating fluid. She pressed her own finger as deep as possible into the tight little channel, in and out, glistening with her anxious, hot juices.
Sex was new to the girl, Mike reasoned, and she was insatiable. But he mustn’t lose control.
Sueanne watched him stare as her finger drove in and out her cunt, the tight little muscle opening up and encouraging her to slip two fingers in the hole. She moved her own thumb against her glistening pink clit, feeling the excitement tighten in her groin, the fluids flowing fast across her hot cunt-lips.
Mike lay belly down on the hearth, trying to keep his cock from driving him to fuck her. He stared into the flame red little cunt and watched in fascination as her own fingers moved in and out the cunt-hole, slippery with her flowing juices.
Sueanne saw the square jawed older man’s face moving toward her cunt. “Don’t suck it,” she whispered, “just watch. I want you to watch me come.”
She knew his thick prick was throbbing hard against the stone hearth and she could see his hips making an unconscious and slight fucking movement as his cock grew impatient and hungry for her hole.
Her fingers continued to slip in and out her virgin cunt-hole and her thumb moved expertly on her rigid clit. She could feel her nipples stiffening and pushing into the rough material of the blanket that was draped around her shoulders. She knew that the firelight was reflected in her glistening, wet cunt and that to Mike’s eyes, her pussy must appear to be on fire.
And it was on fire, in a sense of the word, sending hot sparks throughout Sueanne’s anxious, tense body as she felt her cunt hole grabbing at her fingers and her rigid clit hugging her thumb with its hot tissue. She knew she was on the wild flight up to orgasm and there was no turning back. Her fingers moved more quickly and the cunt muscle spasmed and sucked at the invaders. Her clit was a rigid spike inside the protective and slippery, hot tissue and her nipples felt as though they were going to pierce holes in the rough blanket that covered them.
“Oh,” Sueanne moaned, tossing her head back wildly, “Oh, watch my cunt, watch it, it’s going to come. It’s coming, wishing your cock were in it!”
Her cunt-muscles convulsed and a shower of hot, sticky fluid ran over her hand and across her thighs as Mike watched the pussy dilating and grabbing at the girl’s two fingers, watched for the first time, a cunt in the act of coming. His cock was pounding crazily against the stone hearth and he pressed his pelvis hard against it, trying to control it.
“You can lick it,” Sueanne said breathlessly as the hard clit softened and the cunt-hole tightened into an empty virgin peephole, “lick my pussy for me, clean it up.”
Mike smiled and crawled forward on his belly to run his hot tongue along her cunt lips, scooping her hot fluid from her tiny hole into his mouth. He bathed her soft clit with his mouth and sucked the fluid from the soft, crinkled tissue. It was the sweetest smelling cunt he’d ever sucked and he wondered if it was because she was a virgin.
Sueanne cupped her tight breasts in her own hands, squeezing them and rubbing her fingers on the nipples as the big man licked her cunt dry. She felt his hot tongue moving across the tissue, making sucking noises, dipping into the tight entrance of her virgin hole. She felt his lips moving around her clit, finding all the crevices in the tiny tissue. His tongue licked among the silken pussy hair and caressed her thighs, wet with cum. She lay back on the floor, the crumpled blanket under her, her fingers stroking her hard nipples as the big man sucked her dry.
“You suck so good,” she moaned, “you must be the best cunt-sucker in the whole world.” She could feel the big man blush aid grin, his face between her sticky thighs. His tongue moved down to find the path of skin that separated her cunt from her buttocks and it tickled there, making Sueanne’s buttocks anxious to spread open. She felt the man’s big hands lift her thighs over his shoulders and spread her buttocks with his fingers. She felt the hot pressure of his tongue in her tiny asshole and a surge of excitement soared through her, making her clit begin to stiffen once again and her nipples press hard into the palms of her hands.
“Oh,” she groaned, “that feels good.”
His tongue pushed harder into the tiny opening, forcing the muscle to stretch and accommodate him. The slight pangs of pain as he pushed his thick, hot tongue into her asshole were welcome to Sueanne and seemed only to excite her more. She could feel her cunt-juices flowing again, glistening on her swelling cunt lips.
He removed his tongue and, Sueanne gasped, feeling her tiny asshole dilate and grab for the missing object.
“Tell me to eat you, honey,” the big man said, “tell me to eat your asshole.”
His tongue plunged back into the hole again, causing a moment’s pain as he spread the muscle open.
“Eat me,” the girl groaned, “please eat my asshole, Mike. I want your hot tongue up my asshole.”
She could smell the warm, sweet smell of her own ass as his hot mouth worked between her buttocks and she let one of her hands move down from her nipple to her stiffening clit, rubbing the hot and slippery organ to a fierce stand as the rough-faced man drove his tongue deeper and deeper into her ass.
Mike’s hips were moving up and down, pounding his rigid cock against the stone hearth. His prick was boiling hot and hungry to explode inside her girl’s virgin cunt. But he wouldn’t let himself make the move.
“Fuck me, Mike,” the girl begged, “please fuck me with your cock. My cunt is aching for your big prick, to be filled up for the first time with your hot dick.”
Suddenly, he crawled forward, unplugging his tongue from her asshole, holding the girl’s slender ankles over his shoulders and mounting her. He rubbed his rampant cock along her hot, wet slit.
“Yes, yes,” Sueanne groaned in happy agony, “fuck me, Mike, fuck my cunt!” She knew she had him, she knew that the big man was going to ram his cock inside her, that she would at last feel the filling of her cunt with hot, male meat. “Fuck my pussy, please!”
He felt along the slit with his big prick and Sueanne knew that her cunt hole was dilating and groping at the hot meat, trying to pull it inside her. She felt the red-hot tip of his dick at her tiny entrance.
Suddenly the big man stopped and pulled his cock from her slit. “No,” he moaned, “Dammit, no!”
“Please,” Sueanne cried out, her cunt hole gaping and aching to be fucked for the very first time, “Please fuck me, Mike!”
She felt his big body heaving on top of her, thrashing, as his hand moved his cock down the tender piece of flesh below her cunt and pressed into the crevice of her buttocks. She felt his sizzling cock-head push against the tiny opening of her ass. Her cunt-lips were hot and wet and open and pressing against his belly, her stiff clit poking into his muscular body.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned as he pressed the hot end of his stiff dick at the edge of her tiny asshole.
“Don’t worry about hurting me,” Sueanne screamed. “Just fuck me, fuck my cunt!”
But it was clear that he was not going to fuck her cunt. His rampant prick pressed hard against her tiny puckered nether hole and Sueanne felt a blistering stab of pain as her ass muscle was forced open to accommodate the hot, hard meat of Mike’s aching prick.
“Ooooo,” she moaned in pain as she felt him pressing the iron-hot dick into her ass. The excruciating pain subsided as his dick slid fully into her and began to work in and out, fucking her asshole. She felt her ass muscle giving way to welcome the fucking prick and with every stroke, she felt his heavy, hairy balls slapping against her lower back.
The sweet, pungent smell of ass-fucking permeated the room and excited Sueanne as it filled her nostrils, making her know clearly that this big man had his thick cock imbedded to the root in her tiny asshole.
She groaned and twisted as he fucked slowly in and out her tiny, well stretched hole. She could feel her cunt-hole dilating in jealousy, wanting to be filled with that same load of hot male meat. Her clit pressed hot and wet into Mike’s stiff belly as he fucked her asshole.
Sueanne reached for his dark hair and pulled his head to her firm, hot breast, sighing happily as she felt his tongue moving on her stiff nipple, his big dick filling her hot, eager rectum.
“Fuck me, Mike,” she groaned, “Fuck my asshole, shoot your load into my asshole. Fuck me!”
His movement speeded up, the throbbing prick moving in and out the gaping hole. Sueanne’s eyes moved wildly around the room from the glistening snow-laden windowsills outside, the sheets of freezing ice that covered the panes, to the flickering firelight and the warmth of the hearth. She watched the flames jump higher and higher in the fireplace, from blue to yellow flames, spiraling furiously toward the opening into the chimney.
It felt as though his prick was halfway up her back, so fully was Mike’s rampant, sizzling cock filling her rectum, so wildly was her asshole grabbing and sucking at the welcome invader.
“Oh, oh, oh,” he was moaning and his big body was lying heavily on Sueanne’s abdomen, “Oh, honey, I’m gonna shoot off up your asshole.”
She could feel the solid, swollen balls jamming hotly against her buttocks, the scraping of his rough pubic hair against the tender flesh around her anus, the wild jerking of his fire-hot prick deep inside her, thrashing, convulsing and spraying her rectum with hot, wet jism.
He collapsed on top of her, her small body bearing his entire weight as his prick shriveled in the steaming heat of her asshole and, at last, slipped out.
“Oh, honey,” he breathed, “I hope I didn’t hurt you. You make me crazy, wanting you. I was almost out of my head.”
Sueanne’s empty asshole was smarting and dilating furiously from the fuck. Her cunt was still hot and dripping and her stiff clit, unsatisfied, pressed hard against Mike’s rough belly.
“It was wonderful,” she sighed, “I loved it. You can fuck me in the asshole, anytime.”
He grinned and kissed her mouth, exploring her tongue with his won. His face was still wet with her cunt juices and she sucked at his lips wildly, liking the taste of her own hot, virgin cunt.
She felt his big hand finding her hot cunt and he drove a thick finger into her tiny virgin cunt-hole and fucked it gently, moving his big thumb across her stiff clit, just as he had watched her doing to herself.
“Come for me,” he begged her, “I want to feel you coming with my finger up you.”
She knew that he was being careful not to push too hard, not to break the sensitive membrane that protected her virginity.
“Put two fingers in me,” she begged, hoping he would become wild with desire and drive them through the hated hymen. “I want to feel you in me, deep.”
He pressed another finger into the hole and Sueanne groaned with the pain as her little cunt stretched to accommodate the woodsman’s big fingers.
He moved the fingers in and out, rapidly, at a steady speed and Sueanne twisted her hips in anticipation of the moment when he would drive his fingers deep enough to penetrate her virginity.
“Fuck me, Mike,” she ordered, “Fuck me hard, I want you deep in me!”
But Mike’s thick thumb moving steadily on her hard clit and his hot tongue licking at the stiff nipple of her breast, made it impossible for her to wait. Her body felt the wild and hot electric surge that preceded orgasm and she knew that the shuttering of her vaginal canal, the snapping motion of her little asshole, the flailing of her quivering clit, indicated orgasm was immediate.
“I’m coming,” she cried out, gripping the woodsman’s thick black hair with her slender fingers, “I’m going to come! Fuck me, Mike, fuck me hard!”
Her cunt walls gripped his fingers with a blistering wet heat and her juices poured along the walls of her cunt lips, soaking his hands and trickling down her slender thighs.
Her nipple shriveled and softened in his mouth and she felt her hard clit receding into the nest of sweet pink tissue that surrounded it. Moments later, her cunt muscle relaxed enough for Mike to pull his two fingers from her still-virgin hole.
She smiled as he held them up for her to see, glistening in the firelight. He put them, one by one, into his mouth and licked off her hot cunt juices.
“Mmmm,” he smiled at her, “you taste so damned sweet, honey.”
She could see his prick was growing hard again and she wanted to devise a way to make him wild enough with desire that he would forget his morals and drive that prick into her virgin cunt.
“Do you have another blanket?” Sueanne asked it wide-eyed and innocently.
“Oh, sure,” Mike said and got up quickly, his half-hard prick bobbing out in front of him as he walked to the cupboard. “You cold?”
“No,” Sueanne said and pulled her own blanket tight around her body, moving to the fire for warmth. “I want you to take your clothes off. I want to see your body.”
Mike actually blushed. He never took his clothes off. Even when he fucked his wife, he just took his cock and balls out of his pajama pants. He never liked being stared at naked. A woman, well that was one thing — but a naked man.
“Come on,” he hesitated, “I’d feel silly.”
“I know you’re beautiful,” Sueanne said factually, “and I want to see your body.”
“Beautiful?” Mike hooted. As if a hairy male body could be beautiful.
“Beautiful to me,” Sueanne said, smiling sweetly. She knew that she could get this big man to do almost anything she wanted. One thing she had learned from living with her stoic daddy, was to manipulate a man.
“Please,” she begged him, “It would, make me very happy.”
Mike shrugged and, feeling like a fool, he brought the blanket over the fire and stripped off his jacket, folding it neatly and putting it on a chair.
“Take it off,” Sueanne teased him, “Take it off.”
The big man was getting into the mood, she could tell. He grinned like a strip-teaser and wiggled his hips. He took the edges of his thick sweater and pulled it over his head, dancing and whistling awkwardly. Sueanne applauded when he spun the sweater over his head and let it go to land in the far dark corner of the room. His chest was thick with black, curly hair, forming a triangle that accentuated the broadness of his muscular shoulders and the narrowness of his slim waist. His nipples were almost brown and not so large as Sueanne’s but she looked hungrily at the pinheads and wanted to suck on them.
Mike unhooked his thick britches and pulled the leather belt free in one ripping motion, swinging the belt over his head and tossing it across the room.
“Take it off,” Sueanne giggled and clapped, “Take it off!”
Mike felt foolish but carefree for the first time in many years and he bumped and grinded until his thick trousers slipped to his ankles on the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside, hearing the jangle of change in the pants pocket as he did so.
Sueanne smiled at the conservative white shorts, pressed and starched. The big man unbuttoned them at the waist and let them slide down his muscular hairy legs, exposing the exquisite sculptured lines of his buttocks and his groins.
“Wow,” Sueanne said as she stared at him, “You’re gorgeous.”
Mike bumped his hips at her again, causing his half-hard cock to flail about furiously, bouncing against his full balls.
His pubic mat was thick and bushy but his ass was round and firm and almost hairless. Sueanne thought that he was beautiful, absolutely beautiful.
The bronze and naked God who would take her cherry, somehow, someway, tonight!
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