It was scarcely daybreak and the cold, gray morning light could hardly penetrate the windows, coated with the icy snow. Mike got up quietly, wrapping himself in a blanket and padding to the window, rubbing the pane of glass with his fist, trying to see out.
The glass was burning cold against his flesh and all he could see outside was the continuing thick fall of snow, coming down, burying the world in its soft blanket.
He tried the handle of the front door and pushed against it but it was wedged tightly, jammed from the outside with a five foot snow drift that, during the cold night, had become an iceberg.
Only a few logs left in the pile beside the window. He took them in his arms and carried them to the still glowing coals of the dying fireplace. He arranged them carefully and pushed some kindling under them, watching and shivering until the kindling caught fire and wrapped the green wood in a cradle of yellow flame.
He knew he had to get outside. Twenty feet in the back of the cabin, he had a log-pile, enough to keep them going for a day or two. But as he peered out the back window, he couldn’t see it. The entire world seemed to be a mound of snow, beginning to glisten and shine as the first rays of the sun slanted toward it.
He looked at the young, blonde girl still sleeping on the wooden floor, huddled tightly in the woolen blanket. He wondered if he had dreamed the previous night — had he really fucked the girl’s asshole? Had he really raped the girl’s hot throat? His cock was well-fucked and resting this morning. Unusual, he thought. He usually woke up with a hard-on. But a lot of good it did him, anyway. His wife was always already in the kitchen, feeding the kids. He had learned to jerk his morning hard-on off in the steaming shower, watching his wad of clear jism swirl on the shower tile floor and disappear down the metal drain.
He would like a warm shower this morning, he thought, clutching the blanket closely to him and squatting on the hearth, anxiously waiting for the fire to roar and warm his body. A warm shower would feel just wonderful. His belly growled. He glanced over at the cupboard and hoped that there was food enough to sustain the two of them for however long they might be trapped up here. He was damned hungry.
When Sueanne awoke, she smelled the fatback sizzling in the fry pan over the roaring fire. She sat up, smiling, trying to remember where she was and how she got there. She could feel the pulling motions of her stomach, the tiny grumbling movement that told her she was really hungry. Her mouth was salivating at the smell.
Mike was fully dressed and squatting by the blazing fire. He looked at her, his square jaw morning-bearded, and he grinned.
“Good morning,” he said cheerily.
“What is it?” She licked her lips and motioned to the fry pan.
“Fatback? I usually give it to the birds — but it’s meat and I’m damned hungry. Hope you can eat it.”
“I think,” Sueanne said, sitting up and feeling the warmth of the fire against her body, “I think I could eat anything!”
She watched the woodsman’s strong arms lift the fry pan from the fire and speared a piece of the translucent meat with a long fork. He held it out to her.
“Try it.”
Her taste buds told her that the meat was tough and thick and greasy — but her belly welcomed its substance and she greedily ate her share.
“Now,” Mike said, staring at the windows, piled high with snow, “we got to figure a way to get out of here to the woodpile. We’re out of logs.”
Sueanne looked at the empty place on the floor where the logs had been. A few beetles and a scrap or two of kindling was all that was left.
“I can’t get out the door,” Mike said, “I’ve tried it. I think I can get the window open — but I’m not sure, even then, I can get through. The snow is frozen almost to the top of the window.”
He gripped the underside of the window frame and grunted as he pushed upward. The frame crackled but it didn’t move.
Sueanne wrapped the blanket around her slender body and padded to the kitchen counter. She took a pot from the shelf. “Is there any water?”
“I’ve got a jerry jar full of water in the corner,” Mike said, “it may have frozen.”
There were specks of ice inside the plastic jug, but Sueanne poured out enough water to nearly fill the pan. She held the pan out to the flaming fire.
“Maybe warm water will un-stick it,” she offered. “I used to be a girl scout.”
Mike laughed out loud. “I’m glad to hear that. I need all the help that I can get.”
When the water began to send up steam into the cold air, Sueanne carried it to the window and let it trickle along the edge of the stuck frame. As the water seeped around the frame to the frigid air outside, it sent up white smoke signals.
“I think you’re getting through,” Mike grinned and grabbed the frame in his big hands again, forcing it upward with a loud scrape. The cold air blew in on them.
“Burr,” Sueanne said and ran for the comfort of the fireplace.
Mike chiseled with his knife at the iceberg that stood outside the window. Cold air was chilling the room faster than the fire could heat it up.
“I think this is hopeless,” he said. “I can’t make a hole big enough for me to get through.”
Sueanne looked at the small space of air between the ice and the window frame.
“I might be able to get through,” she said. “But I don’t have the clothes for it. I’ve only got that damn dressy skirt.”
Mike hurried to the hooks that lined the back of the front door. His oldest boy’s hunting pants and jacket.
“Try these on.”
Sueanne pulled the woolen pants over her bare skin and they were too short by several inches but they fit around her. She pulled on the thick jacket with its too-short sleeves.
“Here,” Mike offered, “Wear my gloves and boots.”
Sueanne pulled his boots onto her feet and tried to walk. She couldn’t keep them on.
They laughed briefly and Mike grabbed a couple of towels from the tiny kitchen sink.
“Stuff them,” he ordered.
When Sueanne had stuffed the toes of Mike’s thick boots with the towels and laced them up, she could walk quite well in them.
“I wouldn’t want to have to run a race in these,” she grinned as she allowed Mike to hoist her to the top edge of the window.
“You be careful,” Mike warned. “If anything happens to you, I can’t get out to help you.”
“I grew up in this country,” Sueanne assured him. “I know how to handle myself in snow.”
She put a leg over the icy window edge and slipped right down the six foot ice-hard drift. It was like a slide. She rolled in the soft snow at the bottom, feeling the thick, wet flakes still coming down.
“The log pile is directly ahead of you,” Mike called through the window.
“I’d never know it,” she called back. As far as she could see was white — and it all looked the same level. She lifted a leg and tried to step through the thick snow. She could feel it running inside Mike’s big boots. Her toes were getting numb and she hadn’t managed to go three feet.
Sueanne forced her slender legs to press through the soft and shifting drifts, trying to keep her eye aimed straight ahead. If she got lost in this, she couldn’t survive. She was only ten feet from the cabin now and she could hardly see it in the falling snow.
She was pushing forward, squinting her eyes against the stinging snow, the blinding wind when her head slammed into something. Her mind reeled for a moment and she said to herself, “No, you can’t pass out, you can’t, you must remain conscious.”
The spinning stopped and she found that she was holding herself upright — by the woodpile.
Quickly, Sueanne’s gloved hands tore away snow and reached the logs on the top of the heap. They were frozen together. She crawled up the incline of the pile, sliding and slipping back but finally reaching a point where she could kick the top logs with Mike’s big boot. She kicked hard, glad her toe was padded with the towel stuffed inside the boot. The logs broke free and so did Sueanne, who went sliding with the force of the kick, right down the woodpile into a mound of snow.
She unburied herself quickly and took as many logs as she could carry, pushing through the trail back to the cabin. She handed them to Mike through the window.
“I’ll get more,” she called and followed her trail again to the woodpile. The trail was filling in with snow almost as quickly as she managed to break through it.
Sueanne made twelve trips before her feet lost their sense of reality and she felt a stinging numbness over her entire body.
“Is that enough?”
Her voice was cracking from pain and cold.
“I hope so,” Mike called. “If not, we’ll have to do this trip again during the afternoon.”
Sueanne shuddered at the thought.
“I’m coming in,” she called.
She dug the tips of Mike’s boots hard into the slick bank of the icy drift that led to the window and managed to get up far enough to grab the open window frame.
Mike’s big hands grabbed hers and pulled until he had her in position to climb back in the window. She stood, dripping and shivering in front of the fireplace as he pulled the window down and shut off the cold breeze.
“There’s a shovel out there, too,” he said. “If we could find it, we could get the front door open.”
“I didn’t see anything out there,” Sueanne said, her teeth chattering, “Nothing at all. I would never had found the woodpile except I ran into it.”
She rubbed the bump on her head.
“Get those clothes off,” Mike ordered, “wrap up in the blanket by the fire.”
Sueanne pulled off the boy’s clothing and sat Mike’s boots by the hearth to dry out. She wrapped herself in the warm blanket, feeling the welcome touch of the scratchy fabric next to her chilled skin.
“Let’s see those toes,” Mike ordered and took her feet in his hands.
“They’re okay,” Sueanne assured him, “they’re not blue.”
“They’re mighty red,” Mike grinned, “and mighty cold.”
He rubbed her feet, one by one, between his big hands.
Sueanne looked down at the woodsman. He looked very real in this gray light of day — not so romantic a figure as she remembered him from the night before. His beard was dark and rough, growing against his cheeks. He was the kind of man, she thought, who had to shave twice a day. Not like her daddy. He could go a weekend without shaving once and it was hardly noticeable.
She wondered what would have happened if she found a boy like Billy in this cabin. She wouldn’t be a virgin, still, she was sure of that. Adolescent boys have no consciences, her father had told. The girls at school said the same thing differently. A stiff prick had no conscience. But Mike’s thick prick had a conscience, dammit. And Sueanne watched the big man rub her feet, feeling the circulation return to her entire chilled body, and wondered how to make the big man fuck her, take her virginity, deflower her maidenhead. She never thought the day would come when she had to beg a man to fuck her cunt!
If Billy were with her in this cabin, his prick would be up and hungry to ram into her pussy. But, she smiled to herself, if Billy were in this cabin, she probably would have frozen and starved to death!
She felt truly grateful to the big, rough woodsman as he rubbed her feet. He was a good and gentle man. And that was why she reiterated to herself, she wanted him to have her cherry.
He had hurt her last night, she remembered. Her throat was still tender from the rampant fucking of his thick cock. But he hadn’t meant to hurt her, she knew that. And she was sure he wouldn’t hurt her when he slid that big cock into her virgin cunt-hole, either.
But how, she wondered, how could she get him to do it?
She spread her legs, revealing her silky cunt under the blanket. She saw his eyes dart up and she knew that she could see it, sweet and pink, gaping at him, hungry for his cock.
He cleared his throat and continued to rub her feet and legs.
“I can think of better ways for you to warm me up,” she said shyly, smiling at him.
He moved forward and began to kiss her inner thighs and lick at her sweet, silky cunt.
She remained in a sitting position and held his head in place as he licked her pussy. She could feel her nipples growing hard and the juices of her cunt flowing, lubricating in preparation for a fuck.
His mouth closed around her clit and he tongued it expertly, bringing warmth to her groin. The warmth spread through Sueanne’s slender body and she moaned with pleasure.
Why didn’t he take his prick out, she wondered, why didn’t he crawl up to her, push her back, mount her and press that dick into her cunt?
He was a remarkable man. She continued to moan as his hot tongue worked on her swelling pussy.
“You taste so good, baby,” he was groaning, sucking and licking her cunt, “I love to eat you.”
He reached up his big arms and took her breasts in his hands, squeezing and manipulating them, finding the erect nipples with his big fingers and moving them in steady rhythm with the tongue work on her cunt.
“Come for me, baby,” he groaned, “shoot your come into my mouth. I want to eat your come.”
She didn’t want to come with his mouth on her cunt. She wanted his cock up her virgin cunt. But she had no choice. Her body had warmed so furiously to his touch that her clit was already throbbing and convulsing. Her cunt walls were snapping closed, aching to be sucking and grabbing at a cock, and her asshole was dilating in preparation for her come.
“Oh, Mike,” she moaned, “I wish you’d fuck me.”
“Spend it, baby,” he ordered, “shoot your hot juices into my mouth. I want to eat you!”
Her thighs were quivering and she was lifting her pelvis toward him, pressing her stiff clit harder into his hot mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” he was moaning, “shoot it to me. Give me your hot come!”
Her cunt lips slapped wet and hot against his rough chin and she felt the spasms in her cunt hole and in her ass as her clit wobbled inside his mouth and a flood of hot, wet fluid washed across his face.
“Mmmm,” Mike groaned and licked her pussy with his tongue, seeking out the tiny crevices, sucking up every drop of her sweet juices, “Mmmm, just what I wanted for breakfast.”
He moved up beside her as she rested in front of the fire and she could feel his thick prick pressing through his pants into her bare leg.
Sueanne reached down and unzipped his fly, releasing his stiff organ. She held it in her hand, enjoying the steady throbbing, the sizzling heat of it. She wanted it inside her cunt. She spread her thighs and pulled it toward her.
But Mike moved up suddenly and straddled her waist with his big knees, sitting lightly on her abdomen. He fingered her breasts and nipples, making them rigid and hard as she watched, seeing his hard cock and balls resting on her chest between her tits.
He took a breast in each big hand and moved a thumb on each nipple as he pushed them tightly toward each other, forming a canal between them for his rigid, pulsing cock.
Moving his hips in short, fast thrusts, he fucked between her breasts. She could feel the ribbed texture of his cock, hot between the sensitive flesh of her firm breasts. His thumb work on her nipples was causing her to thrash, her cunt hot once again, and she couldn’t take her eyes off the head of his cock, its one eye staring at her as he fucked it in and out her pushed together tits.
“Mmmm, honey,” he grinned, “this is as good as cunt, anytime. The only difference is, it isn’t wet.”
She smiled and watched his strokes get longer and faster, each thrust of his erect and throbbing dick brought the head of his cock up to her chin.
She could feel his swollen balls boiling against her chest and his cock was quivering as he fucked, its thick veins nearly bursting, ready to come.
She watched his face, tensing in a joyful expression, his head thrown back in ecstasy.
“Yeah, baby, I’m fucking you, honey. I’m fucking your tits. Here I come!”
With a huge groan, Mike’s cock thrashed and slammed in the tight channel of her breasts and Sueanne reached down quickly with her mouth and seized the cock-head, accepting the hot, rich fluid that spilled out of it.
She swallowed Mike’s hot jism and felt it soothing as it ran down her ravaged throat.
“That stuff,” she said when his prick had wilted and slid back out of her mouth, “is terrific for a sore throat.”
“I’ll have to start packaging it,” he grinned. “I could use a way to make some extra money.”
He seemed content to sit on top of her and grin, his body relaxed and satiated.
“I’m still hot, Mike,” Sueanne said, prodding him to do something about it.
“Oh,” he said in a most gentlemanly fashion, dismounting her. “I think I can take care of that.”
He lay down beside her and ran his big fingers into her slippery cunt, massaging her little cunt-hole, rubbing her clit. His rough cheek lay against the tender flesh of her firm breast as he licked her stiffening nipple with his hot, hungry tongue.
“Turn over,” he said when her cunt was fully hot and ready, “get on all fours.”
She obediently got into position, hoping fiercely that he was going to ram his prick into her cunt from behind and slash her fucking cherry.
But he pressed his face between her buttocks and licked her asshole until the puckered tiny opening was winking at him, beckoning him inside.
Then he placed his cock at her nether hole and without hesitation, rammed it up her asshole.
“Ow,” she moaned.
“Just hang on, honey, I’ll make it good for you,” the big man promised, his hot rod imbedded to the pubic hair in her tight asshole.
He reached around and stroked her stiff clit in syncopation with his lunges into her asshole.
Sueanne could feel his hotness way inside her ass and it excited her terribly. She wondered if it was the same feeling that she would have when there was a big cock moving in and out the tiny, virgin channel of her cunt.
Her cunt lips were seeping fluid and wetting Mike’s manipulating fingers as Sueanne’s clit throbbed furiously, jutting forward like a little cock.
She looked down between her breasts to see her own full globes dangling, their nipples rigid. She could see Mike’s big finger jerking off her clit in steady motions, as his legs moved between her thighs, thrusting his sizzling dick into the deep recesses of her ass.
“Oh, fuck me, fuck me!”
Sueanne’s voice was not her own — it seemed to come out of some womanly abyss, so the future woman, the woman she would become someday.
“Fuck me up the asshole with your big prick,” she begged Mike, “fuck me hard.”
His hairy, full balls were banging against her open, slippery cunt as they swung inward with every mighty thrust of Mike’s thick prick into her ass.
He had two fingers on her rigid clit now, rubbing it between his fingers, steadily.
Sueanne felt her asshole grabbing at his cock, squeezing and milking it. She felt his hot balls sloshing into the sopping gape of her cunt and his two fingers on her stiff clit were driving to her to wildness.
“Fuck me, dammit,” she was screaming, “Ram that hot meat in me, fuck my asshole!”
Mike was slamming into her so hard that he thought his cock would be forever severed by the snapping motion of her ass muscle, anxious to hold him deep inside. When her asshole grip got tight enough, he knew she was about to come.
“Come for me, honey,” he moaned, “I’m fucking your sweet asshole and I’m gonna shoot my wad into your rectum. Come for me, honey!”
She felt his magnificent pecker convulsing inside her ass as her ass muscle involuntarily pumped and milked and squeezed the convulsing dick.
His fingers had a hard time holding onto her throbbing, jerking clit and she moaned loudly.
“Fuck me, Mike, fuck my asshole, don’t stop. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna cream all over you!”
Her hot cunt lips grabbed his hairy balls in a bear hug as her asshole gripped his shooting prick in a tight vise.
“Oh, honey, I’m shooting into your ass!”
“Mike, fuck me, don’t stop fucking my asshole!”
His prick was wilting and he couldn’t fuck her more. He knew she was still coming, so he wrenched his soft prick out of her hole and crammed three wide-spread fingers into her anus, continuing the fucking motion hard and deep until her steaming juices ran down his hand.
“Yeah,” she was screaming, “Yeah, do it to me, fuck me, here I come!”
Then she collapsed, breathing hard, beneath him.
He lay on top of her, his thick jacket and hunting britches scratching against her soft skin, but keeping her warm.
Sueanne lay beneath him, happy for his warmth and weight on top of her, and wondered if they would ever leave this cabin. Perhaps the world would forget them and they would be forever marooned here, shifting for themselves.
There would be no excuse, then, she smiled, for Mike not to drive his spike into her virgin cunt. No excuse at all.
“Lift up a minute,” she breathed into his ear.
He pushed himself up on his muscular arms and legs and let her turn over, facing him.
“No, lie down on me,” she begged.
He let his body weight cover him, pressing his gentle lips across her face, scratching her tender skin with his rough, growing beard.
She liked the weight of him, the full length of her body. She spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips, feeling the wooly scratch of his hunting pants. In this position, her pink cunt opened wide to receive his flaccid cock and balls. They nested in her cunt lips, being bathed in her warm come.
“No,” Mike said but Sueanne found his mouth and pressed her sweet hot tongue deep into it, kissing him and running her fingers through his thick, black hair.
She could feel his prick begin to stiffen and probe into the lips of her hot cunt.
He tried to shake his head and pull away but she held him fast, digging her heels into his buttocks, pushing him further into her cunt.
She felt her swollen cunt lips hugging his stiffening prick, nestling his big balls. She could feel the stiff cockhead pressing deeper into her cunt, almost at the cunthole.
She lifted herself slightly, trying to make sure that his cock found her cunthole and, held in place by her tight grip on his hips, would force itself into the virgin channel.
“No,” Mike protested, trying to pull away but she kept sucking at his lips, feeling the bristly little hairs of his black beard against her tongue.
“Fuck me,” she begged, “fuck my virgin cunt with your thick prick. Mike, I want your cock up in me, I want the first one to be you.”
She knew his heavy breathing was a good sign. In the chilly cabin, his face was starting to perspire.
“Fuck me, Mike,” she pleaded, licking his lips, “fuck my cunt hole for me. Bust my cherry. I want you to have it.”
He was groaning deeply in his throat and she could feel his prick growing thicker, longer, aiming for her tiny hole.
“Fuck it for me, Mike,” she whispered, “show me how good it can be. Make me come with your hot prick up my cunt hole.”
He twisted as though he wanted to get away to pull his lengthening cock from its predestined meeting with her virgin cunt.
Sueanne knew she was winning as his teeth bit gently into her shoulder and she felt the head of his rampant, hot cock beating at the entrance to her cunt. Her cunt muscle opened up to welcome it.
His cock was in the entrance to her hole at last!
The glass was burning cold against his flesh and all he could see outside was the continuing thick fall of snow, coming down, burying the world in its soft blanket.
He tried the handle of the front door and pushed against it but it was wedged tightly, jammed from the outside with a five foot snow drift that, during the cold night, had become an iceberg.
Only a few logs left in the pile beside the window. He took them in his arms and carried them to the still glowing coals of the dying fireplace. He arranged them carefully and pushed some kindling under them, watching and shivering until the kindling caught fire and wrapped the green wood in a cradle of yellow flame.
He knew he had to get outside. Twenty feet in the back of the cabin, he had a log-pile, enough to keep them going for a day or two. But as he peered out the back window, he couldn’t see it. The entire world seemed to be a mound of snow, beginning to glisten and shine as the first rays of the sun slanted toward it.
He looked at the young, blonde girl still sleeping on the wooden floor, huddled tightly in the woolen blanket. He wondered if he had dreamed the previous night — had he really fucked the girl’s asshole? Had he really raped the girl’s hot throat? His cock was well-fucked and resting this morning. Unusual, he thought. He usually woke up with a hard-on. But a lot of good it did him, anyway. His wife was always already in the kitchen, feeding the kids. He had learned to jerk his morning hard-on off in the steaming shower, watching his wad of clear jism swirl on the shower tile floor and disappear down the metal drain.
He would like a warm shower this morning, he thought, clutching the blanket closely to him and squatting on the hearth, anxiously waiting for the fire to roar and warm his body. A warm shower would feel just wonderful. His belly growled. He glanced over at the cupboard and hoped that there was food enough to sustain the two of them for however long they might be trapped up here. He was damned hungry.
When Sueanne awoke, she smelled the fatback sizzling in the fry pan over the roaring fire. She sat up, smiling, trying to remember where she was and how she got there. She could feel the pulling motions of her stomach, the tiny grumbling movement that told her she was really hungry. Her mouth was salivating at the smell.
Mike was fully dressed and squatting by the blazing fire. He looked at her, his square jaw morning-bearded, and he grinned.
“Good morning,” he said cheerily.
“What is it?” She licked her lips and motioned to the fry pan.
“Fatback? I usually give it to the birds — but it’s meat and I’m damned hungry. Hope you can eat it.”
“I think,” Sueanne said, sitting up and feeling the warmth of the fire against her body, “I think I could eat anything!”
She watched the woodsman’s strong arms lift the fry pan from the fire and speared a piece of the translucent meat with a long fork. He held it out to her.
“Try it.”
Her taste buds told her that the meat was tough and thick and greasy — but her belly welcomed its substance and she greedily ate her share.
“Now,” Mike said, staring at the windows, piled high with snow, “we got to figure a way to get out of here to the woodpile. We’re out of logs.”
Sueanne looked at the empty place on the floor where the logs had been. A few beetles and a scrap or two of kindling was all that was left.
“I can’t get out the door,” Mike said, “I’ve tried it. I think I can get the window open — but I’m not sure, even then, I can get through. The snow is frozen almost to the top of the window.”
He gripped the underside of the window frame and grunted as he pushed upward. The frame crackled but it didn’t move.
Sueanne wrapped the blanket around her slender body and padded to the kitchen counter. She took a pot from the shelf. “Is there any water?”
“I’ve got a jerry jar full of water in the corner,” Mike said, “it may have frozen.”
There were specks of ice inside the plastic jug, but Sueanne poured out enough water to nearly fill the pan. She held the pan out to the flaming fire.
“Maybe warm water will un-stick it,” she offered. “I used to be a girl scout.”
Mike laughed out loud. “I’m glad to hear that. I need all the help that I can get.”
When the water began to send up steam into the cold air, Sueanne carried it to the window and let it trickle along the edge of the stuck frame. As the water seeped around the frame to the frigid air outside, it sent up white smoke signals.
“I think you’re getting through,” Mike grinned and grabbed the frame in his big hands again, forcing it upward with a loud scrape. The cold air blew in on them.
“Burr,” Sueanne said and ran for the comfort of the fireplace.
Mike chiseled with his knife at the iceberg that stood outside the window. Cold air was chilling the room faster than the fire could heat it up.
“I think this is hopeless,” he said. “I can’t make a hole big enough for me to get through.”
Sueanne looked at the small space of air between the ice and the window frame.
“I might be able to get through,” she said. “But I don’t have the clothes for it. I’ve only got that damn dressy skirt.”
Mike hurried to the hooks that lined the back of the front door. His oldest boy’s hunting pants and jacket.
“Try these on.”
Sueanne pulled the woolen pants over her bare skin and they were too short by several inches but they fit around her. She pulled on the thick jacket with its too-short sleeves.
“Here,” Mike offered, “Wear my gloves and boots.”
Sueanne pulled his boots onto her feet and tried to walk. She couldn’t keep them on.
They laughed briefly and Mike grabbed a couple of towels from the tiny kitchen sink.
“Stuff them,” he ordered.
When Sueanne had stuffed the toes of Mike’s thick boots with the towels and laced them up, she could walk quite well in them.
“I wouldn’t want to have to run a race in these,” she grinned as she allowed Mike to hoist her to the top edge of the window.
“You be careful,” Mike warned. “If anything happens to you, I can’t get out to help you.”
“I grew up in this country,” Sueanne assured him. “I know how to handle myself in snow.”
She put a leg over the icy window edge and slipped right down the six foot ice-hard drift. It was like a slide. She rolled in the soft snow at the bottom, feeling the thick, wet flakes still coming down.
“The log pile is directly ahead of you,” Mike called through the window.
“I’d never know it,” she called back. As far as she could see was white — and it all looked the same level. She lifted a leg and tried to step through the thick snow. She could feel it running inside Mike’s big boots. Her toes were getting numb and she hadn’t managed to go three feet.
Sueanne forced her slender legs to press through the soft and shifting drifts, trying to keep her eye aimed straight ahead. If she got lost in this, she couldn’t survive. She was only ten feet from the cabin now and she could hardly see it in the falling snow.
She was pushing forward, squinting her eyes against the stinging snow, the blinding wind when her head slammed into something. Her mind reeled for a moment and she said to herself, “No, you can’t pass out, you can’t, you must remain conscious.”
The spinning stopped and she found that she was holding herself upright — by the woodpile.
Quickly, Sueanne’s gloved hands tore away snow and reached the logs on the top of the heap. They were frozen together. She crawled up the incline of the pile, sliding and slipping back but finally reaching a point where she could kick the top logs with Mike’s big boot. She kicked hard, glad her toe was padded with the towel stuffed inside the boot. The logs broke free and so did Sueanne, who went sliding with the force of the kick, right down the woodpile into a mound of snow.
She unburied herself quickly and took as many logs as she could carry, pushing through the trail back to the cabin. She handed them to Mike through the window.
“I’ll get more,” she called and followed her trail again to the woodpile. The trail was filling in with snow almost as quickly as she managed to break through it.
Sueanne made twelve trips before her feet lost their sense of reality and she felt a stinging numbness over her entire body.
“Is that enough?”
Her voice was cracking from pain and cold.
“I hope so,” Mike called. “If not, we’ll have to do this trip again during the afternoon.”
Sueanne shuddered at the thought.
“I’m coming in,” she called.
She dug the tips of Mike’s boots hard into the slick bank of the icy drift that led to the window and managed to get up far enough to grab the open window frame.
Mike’s big hands grabbed hers and pulled until he had her in position to climb back in the window. She stood, dripping and shivering in front of the fireplace as he pulled the window down and shut off the cold breeze.
“There’s a shovel out there, too,” he said. “If we could find it, we could get the front door open.”
“I didn’t see anything out there,” Sueanne said, her teeth chattering, “Nothing at all. I would never had found the woodpile except I ran into it.”
She rubbed the bump on her head.
“Get those clothes off,” Mike ordered, “wrap up in the blanket by the fire.”
Sueanne pulled off the boy’s clothing and sat Mike’s boots by the hearth to dry out. She wrapped herself in the warm blanket, feeling the welcome touch of the scratchy fabric next to her chilled skin.
“Let’s see those toes,” Mike ordered and took her feet in his hands.
“They’re okay,” Sueanne assured him, “they’re not blue.”
“They’re mighty red,” Mike grinned, “and mighty cold.”
He rubbed her feet, one by one, between his big hands.
Sueanne looked down at the woodsman. He looked very real in this gray light of day — not so romantic a figure as she remembered him from the night before. His beard was dark and rough, growing against his cheeks. He was the kind of man, she thought, who had to shave twice a day. Not like her daddy. He could go a weekend without shaving once and it was hardly noticeable.
She wondered what would have happened if she found a boy like Billy in this cabin. She wouldn’t be a virgin, still, she was sure of that. Adolescent boys have no consciences, her father had told. The girls at school said the same thing differently. A stiff prick had no conscience. But Mike’s thick prick had a conscience, dammit. And Sueanne watched the big man rub her feet, feeling the circulation return to her entire chilled body, and wondered how to make the big man fuck her, take her virginity, deflower her maidenhead. She never thought the day would come when she had to beg a man to fuck her cunt!
If Billy were with her in this cabin, his prick would be up and hungry to ram into her pussy. But, she smiled to herself, if Billy were in this cabin, she probably would have frozen and starved to death!
She felt truly grateful to the big, rough woodsman as he rubbed her feet. He was a good and gentle man. And that was why she reiterated to herself, she wanted him to have her cherry.
He had hurt her last night, she remembered. Her throat was still tender from the rampant fucking of his thick cock. But he hadn’t meant to hurt her, she knew that. And she was sure he wouldn’t hurt her when he slid that big cock into her virgin cunt-hole, either.
But how, she wondered, how could she get him to do it?
She spread her legs, revealing her silky cunt under the blanket. She saw his eyes dart up and she knew that she could see it, sweet and pink, gaping at him, hungry for his cock.
He cleared his throat and continued to rub her feet and legs.
“I can think of better ways for you to warm me up,” she said shyly, smiling at him.
He moved forward and began to kiss her inner thighs and lick at her sweet, silky cunt.
She remained in a sitting position and held his head in place as he licked her pussy. She could feel her nipples growing hard and the juices of her cunt flowing, lubricating in preparation for a fuck.
His mouth closed around her clit and he tongued it expertly, bringing warmth to her groin. The warmth spread through Sueanne’s slender body and she moaned with pleasure.
Why didn’t he take his prick out, she wondered, why didn’t he crawl up to her, push her back, mount her and press that dick into her cunt?
He was a remarkable man. She continued to moan as his hot tongue worked on her swelling pussy.
“You taste so good, baby,” he was groaning, sucking and licking her cunt, “I love to eat you.”
He reached up his big arms and took her breasts in his hands, squeezing and manipulating them, finding the erect nipples with his big fingers and moving them in steady rhythm with the tongue work on her cunt.
“Come for me, baby,” he groaned, “shoot your come into my mouth. I want to eat your come.”
She didn’t want to come with his mouth on her cunt. She wanted his cock up her virgin cunt. But she had no choice. Her body had warmed so furiously to his touch that her clit was already throbbing and convulsing. Her cunt walls were snapping closed, aching to be sucking and grabbing at a cock, and her asshole was dilating in preparation for her come.
“Oh, Mike,” she moaned, “I wish you’d fuck me.”
“Spend it, baby,” he ordered, “shoot your hot juices into my mouth. I want to eat you!”
Her thighs were quivering and she was lifting her pelvis toward him, pressing her stiff clit harder into his hot mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” he was moaning, “shoot it to me. Give me your hot come!”
Her cunt lips slapped wet and hot against his rough chin and she felt the spasms in her cunt hole and in her ass as her clit wobbled inside his mouth and a flood of hot, wet fluid washed across his face.
“Mmmm,” Mike groaned and licked her pussy with his tongue, seeking out the tiny crevices, sucking up every drop of her sweet juices, “Mmmm, just what I wanted for breakfast.”
He moved up beside her as she rested in front of the fire and she could feel his thick prick pressing through his pants into her bare leg.
Sueanne reached down and unzipped his fly, releasing his stiff organ. She held it in her hand, enjoying the steady throbbing, the sizzling heat of it. She wanted it inside her cunt. She spread her thighs and pulled it toward her.
But Mike moved up suddenly and straddled her waist with his big knees, sitting lightly on her abdomen. He fingered her breasts and nipples, making them rigid and hard as she watched, seeing his hard cock and balls resting on her chest between her tits.
He took a breast in each big hand and moved a thumb on each nipple as he pushed them tightly toward each other, forming a canal between them for his rigid, pulsing cock.
Moving his hips in short, fast thrusts, he fucked between her breasts. She could feel the ribbed texture of his cock, hot between the sensitive flesh of her firm breasts. His thumb work on her nipples was causing her to thrash, her cunt hot once again, and she couldn’t take her eyes off the head of his cock, its one eye staring at her as he fucked it in and out her pushed together tits.
“Mmmm, honey,” he grinned, “this is as good as cunt, anytime. The only difference is, it isn’t wet.”
She smiled and watched his strokes get longer and faster, each thrust of his erect and throbbing dick brought the head of his cock up to her chin.
She could feel his swollen balls boiling against her chest and his cock was quivering as he fucked, its thick veins nearly bursting, ready to come.
She watched his face, tensing in a joyful expression, his head thrown back in ecstasy.
“Yeah, baby, I’m fucking you, honey. I’m fucking your tits. Here I come!”
With a huge groan, Mike’s cock thrashed and slammed in the tight channel of her breasts and Sueanne reached down quickly with her mouth and seized the cock-head, accepting the hot, rich fluid that spilled out of it.
She swallowed Mike’s hot jism and felt it soothing as it ran down her ravaged throat.
“That stuff,” she said when his prick had wilted and slid back out of her mouth, “is terrific for a sore throat.”
“I’ll have to start packaging it,” he grinned. “I could use a way to make some extra money.”
He seemed content to sit on top of her and grin, his body relaxed and satiated.
“I’m still hot, Mike,” Sueanne said, prodding him to do something about it.
“Oh,” he said in a most gentlemanly fashion, dismounting her. “I think I can take care of that.”
He lay down beside her and ran his big fingers into her slippery cunt, massaging her little cunt-hole, rubbing her clit. His rough cheek lay against the tender flesh of her firm breast as he licked her stiffening nipple with his hot, hungry tongue.
“Turn over,” he said when her cunt was fully hot and ready, “get on all fours.”
She obediently got into position, hoping fiercely that he was going to ram his prick into her cunt from behind and slash her fucking cherry.
But he pressed his face between her buttocks and licked her asshole until the puckered tiny opening was winking at him, beckoning him inside.
Then he placed his cock at her nether hole and without hesitation, rammed it up her asshole.
“Ow,” she moaned.
“Just hang on, honey, I’ll make it good for you,” the big man promised, his hot rod imbedded to the pubic hair in her tight asshole.
He reached around and stroked her stiff clit in syncopation with his lunges into her asshole.
Sueanne could feel his hotness way inside her ass and it excited her terribly. She wondered if it was the same feeling that she would have when there was a big cock moving in and out the tiny, virgin channel of her cunt.
Her cunt lips were seeping fluid and wetting Mike’s manipulating fingers as Sueanne’s clit throbbed furiously, jutting forward like a little cock.
She looked down between her breasts to see her own full globes dangling, their nipples rigid. She could see Mike’s big finger jerking off her clit in steady motions, as his legs moved between her thighs, thrusting his sizzling dick into the deep recesses of her ass.
“Oh, fuck me, fuck me!”
Sueanne’s voice was not her own — it seemed to come out of some womanly abyss, so the future woman, the woman she would become someday.
“Fuck me up the asshole with your big prick,” she begged Mike, “fuck me hard.”
His hairy, full balls were banging against her open, slippery cunt as they swung inward with every mighty thrust of Mike’s thick prick into her ass.
He had two fingers on her rigid clit now, rubbing it between his fingers, steadily.
Sueanne felt her asshole grabbing at his cock, squeezing and milking it. She felt his hot balls sloshing into the sopping gape of her cunt and his two fingers on her stiff clit were driving to her to wildness.
“Fuck me, dammit,” she was screaming, “Ram that hot meat in me, fuck my asshole!”
Mike was slamming into her so hard that he thought his cock would be forever severed by the snapping motion of her ass muscle, anxious to hold him deep inside. When her asshole grip got tight enough, he knew she was about to come.
“Come for me, honey,” he moaned, “I’m fucking your sweet asshole and I’m gonna shoot my wad into your rectum. Come for me, honey!”
She felt his magnificent pecker convulsing inside her ass as her ass muscle involuntarily pumped and milked and squeezed the convulsing dick.
His fingers had a hard time holding onto her throbbing, jerking clit and she moaned loudly.
“Fuck me, Mike, fuck my asshole, don’t stop. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna cream all over you!”
Her hot cunt lips grabbed his hairy balls in a bear hug as her asshole gripped his shooting prick in a tight vise.
“Oh, honey, I’m shooting into your ass!”
“Mike, fuck me, don’t stop fucking my asshole!”
His prick was wilting and he couldn’t fuck her more. He knew she was still coming, so he wrenched his soft prick out of her hole and crammed three wide-spread fingers into her anus, continuing the fucking motion hard and deep until her steaming juices ran down his hand.
“Yeah,” she was screaming, “Yeah, do it to me, fuck me, here I come!”
Then she collapsed, breathing hard, beneath him.
He lay on top of her, his thick jacket and hunting britches scratching against her soft skin, but keeping her warm.
Sueanne lay beneath him, happy for his warmth and weight on top of her, and wondered if they would ever leave this cabin. Perhaps the world would forget them and they would be forever marooned here, shifting for themselves.
There would be no excuse, then, she smiled, for Mike not to drive his spike into her virgin cunt. No excuse at all.
“Lift up a minute,” she breathed into his ear.
He pushed himself up on his muscular arms and legs and let her turn over, facing him.
“No, lie down on me,” she begged.
He let his body weight cover him, pressing his gentle lips across her face, scratching her tender skin with his rough, growing beard.
She liked the weight of him, the full length of her body. She spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips, feeling the wooly scratch of his hunting pants. In this position, her pink cunt opened wide to receive his flaccid cock and balls. They nested in her cunt lips, being bathed in her warm come.
“No,” Mike said but Sueanne found his mouth and pressed her sweet hot tongue deep into it, kissing him and running her fingers through his thick, black hair.
She could feel his prick begin to stiffen and probe into the lips of her hot cunt.
He tried to shake his head and pull away but she held him fast, digging her heels into his buttocks, pushing him further into her cunt.
She felt her swollen cunt lips hugging his stiffening prick, nestling his big balls. She could feel the stiff cockhead pressing deeper into her cunt, almost at the cunthole.
She lifted herself slightly, trying to make sure that his cock found her cunthole and, held in place by her tight grip on his hips, would force itself into the virgin channel.
“No,” Mike protested, trying to pull away but she kept sucking at his lips, feeling the bristly little hairs of his black beard against her tongue.
“Fuck me,” she begged, “fuck my virgin cunt with your thick prick. Mike, I want your cock up in me, I want the first one to be you.”
She knew his heavy breathing was a good sign. In the chilly cabin, his face was starting to perspire.
“Fuck me, Mike,” she pleaded, licking his lips, “fuck my cunt hole for me. Bust my cherry. I want you to have it.”
He was groaning deeply in his throat and she could feel his prick growing thicker, longer, aiming for her tiny hole.
“Fuck it for me, Mike,” she whispered, “show me how good it can be. Make me come with your hot prick up my cunt hole.”
He twisted as though he wanted to get away to pull his lengthening cock from its predestined meeting with her virgin cunt.
Sueanne knew she was winning as his teeth bit gently into her shoulder and she felt the head of his rampant, hot cock beating at the entrance to her cunt. Her cunt muscle opened up to welcome it.
His cock was in the entrance to her hole at last!
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