WARMING HER YOUNG BODY PART 6

His cock was hot and hard at her cunt entrance and Sueanne could feel the wild excitement coursing through her body, causing her nipples to press into the rough fabric of his jacket, making her stiff clit wet and hard and jutting into the wooly material of his pants. Her cunt hole was ready, it had been ready for a long time, and it was dilating, inviting the strange, hot, stiff meat to come inside it.
“No,” Mike was saying, trying to shake his head but her heels were digging deep and hard into his spine and his cock wanted to continue its travels, through the tiny cunt muscle, into the hot young channel — to meet head-on the spread of tissue that was the girl’s virginity.
Sueanne could feel the stiff, hot cockhead pressing against the muscle, feel the cunt muscle giving in, giving way to let the prick inside.
“Fuck me, Mike,” she begged, “I want your cock up in me. I want you to bust my cherry.”
She knew that she had excited him to the point of no return and, at last, she felt the movement of his hips. Up, down, pushing the thick, hot cockhead into the chamber.
“Oooo,” she moaned with pleasure, feeling his rampant prick press the muscle wide open and enter the virgin canal.
“You asked for it, honey,” she heard Mike mutter in her ear, a savage voice, “You asked for it and you’re gonna get it, every fucking inch of it.”
He reared up again and slammed his hips against her pelvis, driving the thick hot cock in deeper.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, pulling at his hair, “fuck me, Mike, fuck me with your thick cock!”
He reared back again and drove still deeper, his cock head colliding, bouncing from the hymen. There it was.
“Bust it,” Sueanne groaned loudly, “slam your cock in me and bust my cherry!”
He reared again and with a mighty blow he drove into her, feeling her tight cunt channel gripping him, feeling the stiff membrane resist him once again.
The pain shot through Sueanne’s aching body, a searing, burning pain.
“Oh,” she screamed, “it hurts!”
“I’m sorry,” Mike muttered into her shoulder and reared his hips into the air again, “but you asked for it.”
It felt as though someone had impaled her on a red-hot spear and tears flowed from her eyes as the tissue ripped asunder under the savage thrust of his hard cock.
“Oh, Mike,” she begged, “stop it! It hurts so much!”
But Mike was too fired up to stop, his hips had a life of their own and they thrust wildly, furiously into the virgin hole. He could feel the thick blood running from her cunt, swabbing his balls.
“Don’t, Mike,” Sueanne begged, “you’re hurting me!”
She never thought there would be pain to losing her cherry — it came as a total surprise. She was ready for him, she knew that. Her cunt was hot and wet and anxious. Why should it hurt so badly? Why should this screaming, insatiable pain course violently through her body?
As he continued to spear her cunt on his thick prick, slamming in and out, the pain receded to a dull throb, accentuated by his every violent thrust.
“Ohhh,” she moaned low in her throat, pushing at his big shoulders with her hands, “Ooo, I hate it. It hurts, it isn’t good at all!”
But Mike kept lunging into the bloody void with his thick prick, slamming his pelvis into hers, reaming her cunt-hole with his convulsing cock.
The constant rubbing, in and out, steadily, seemed to soothe the pain somewhat and Sueanne bit on her lip and waited for his cock to drop of a wad of medicinal sperm into the ripped and torn cunt.
The walls of her hot cunt were painfully sensitive and sore as the big cock blasted in and out of her. She could feel every rib of his distended veins, the exact and steady pulsing of the blood that gorged into his rigid cock.
“I’m fucking your cunt, honey,” Mike was groaning as he rammed the cock in and out, “I’m taking your cherry, baby, I got your virginity. Feel my cock in you, honey, your first cock. Love it, honey. Love my cock up your cunt.”
But Sueanne didn’t love it, it hurt. She wanted to love it, she loved the idea of the huge organ violating her tender insides — but the reality was, it hurt.
At last, she felt his prick jerk violently inside her and spray her insides with its bubbling semen. Mike lay on top of her until his prick receded and seemed to crawl by itself out of the hot and bloody cunt.
He rolled off and Sueanne could see the blood stains on his prick and balls. Her blood, her virgin blood. She suddenly felt very frightened. Her cherry was gone for good.
Mike leaned up on one elbow and smiled at her.
“I’m sorry I hurt you,” he said gently, “sometimes it hurts a girl, sometimes it doesn’t. Or so I’m told. To be honest, you’re the first cherry I ever had.”
His wife, while sweet and modest, had been deflowered during the time that Mike was overseas doing his bit for the good ol’ US of A. He never knew how or by whom and he never asked. He figured what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.
“You know what I didn’t know?”
Sueanne looked at the man’s kindly face. “No,” she said, feeling her violated cunt pulse and ache, “what didn’t you know?”
“It hurts the guy, too. My cock nearly split in two when I broke through that damned thing.”
He touched the sore tip end of his cock with his finger. “I wonder why girls have cherries, anyway.”
Sueanne had often wondered that herself. her daddy told her it was a woman’s gift to her husband but she didn’t believe that. Women had always had cherries, millions of years before there was such a thing as a marriage or a husband.
Sueanne wondered if it was to prevent some sperm from getting into a little girl’s womb, even if she fooled around with little boys, to keep her from getting pregnant before she was physically mature enough to bear a child. That made more sense to her than her daddy’s reasoning. Mother Nature usually had good sense about things about things like that.
Mike shrugged when Sueanne didn’t answer. He could see that she was thinking about something else.
“You feel bad about losing your cherry?”
Sueanne shrugged and looked away from him.
“I read somewhere that the second time is better,” he said hopefully. Sueanne let out a timid laugh.
“It better be,” she said firmly. “It damned well better be.”
Thank goodness she hadn’t let Billy plug his rod into her cunt. He would have been much rougher than this gentle man. And she was sure he wouldn’t be lying next to her afterwards, holding her, saying he was sorry that he had hurt her.
Mike sat up and took a towel from the floor, one of the towels that she had stuffed into the boots, still wet from the snow. He wiped his cock and balls and held it up, showing her the red splat of blood.
Sueanne stared at it fascinated and allowed him to spread her legs and gently wipe her cunt until the blood had stopped and her pussy was fresh and new again.
“Looks just like it always did,” Mike reassured her.
“It doesn’t feel like it always did,” she retorted.
“Maybe I can make it feel better,” he said, a genuine note of guilt in his voice. He moved down between her legs and began to lick her plump pink pussy with his soothing tongue.
“I wish I knew how it felt,” he said sadly, “I wish I were hurting instead of you.”
“It feels,” Sueanne said bitterly, “like somebody rammed a finger all the way up your nostril.” Mike winced at the analogy.
She could feel his hot tongue bathing her throbbing little cunt, licking it gently as it pulsed hard and hot against his tongue. She began to feel some sensation as he licked her labia and pressed her still-stiff clitoris into his mouth, sucking and tonguing it.
At first, it made her sore cunt hurt even more as she became excited and the walls of her ravaged pussy began to pulse and dilate. But soon a bath of lubricating fluid rushed across them and Sueanne could enjoy the tantalizing movements of Mike’s hot tongue.
He pressed a finger to her asshole.
“No,” she said firmly, “no. I don’t want anything inside me. Not now. Not yet.”
Mike understood that and continued to lick her pussy lovingly, feeling the hot pulsing of her clit against his tongue.
“Oh, yes,” Sueanne said as the excitement built and her nipples swelled and became rigid. Her breath was coming fast and she pushed her stiff clit further into the man’s rough mouth. “Suck me off, Mike. Suck my pussy!”
Mike felt her hot, wet cunt walls press against the rough unshaven protrusion of his chin and when the girl’s clit stiffened and quivered in his mouth, he knew that she could come.
“Suck me,” she squealed, “suck my cunt!”
She moaned loudly and her thighs began to thrash and she felt that pinnacle of pleasure that sent streams of hot fluid pouring down Mike’s bearded chin.
Her cunt was still pulsing, throbbing, swollen from its first battering cock, but as the juices rolled across it and the tenseness relieved by her full orgasm, Sueanne felt better. Her pussy no longer hurt — it was simply sore.
Mike crawled up to be beside her, covering her sweet young face with his hot lips. She tasted the pungent flavor of her own jism on his mouth.
“Feeling better?” He said it in a gentle and hopeful voice.
“Yes,” Sueanne admitted and touched her sore cunt. “If it had to hurt, I’m glad it was you who did it.”
Mike sighed. He hadn’t wanted to hurt the girl at all. He found himself wondering if his little girl would know this kind of pain. He had read that all women don’t feel pain at the first penetration, only some. He was really sorry that the girl had seduced him, that he had hurt her.
Sueanne knew she had asked for it and she meant it when she told Mike that she was glad he was the one. If her deflowering was going to be a damned ugly event, she was happy she had a caring and gentle man who understood.
She pulled out from his arms and buried her head at his crotch, feeling the roughness of his pants scratch against her cheek. She licked and kissed his withered balls, stroked the soft penis with her tongue.
“Don’t ask for trouble,” Mike laughed, “I don’t want to hurt you again.”
Sueanne smiled up at him like a blonde angel.
“I want to thank your cock for doing a thorough, if painful, job.”
Mike watched his soft prick disappear into her mouth and lay back to enjoy the fine talents of the girl’s hot tongue.
Sueanne loved, the feeling of the soft cock growing hard inside her mouth, swelling, becoming hot and rigid because of her. She liked the constant pulsing of the veins, the throbbing heat as the prick grew steadily in length and width. It was like some kind of miracle, she thought, that the little shriveled pee-pee could suddenly become a big hard prick, ready to plunge into a cunt, a mouth or asshole.
She stroked the sensitive underside of Mike’s prick and felt it growing hard and hot inside her mouth. Her throat was sore from this same cock last night and now her cunt was tender and bruised from its work inside her pussy. Nevertheless, she didn’t hate Mike’s cock and she sucked on it gently, feeling pleasure as it grew to its full thick size inside her mouth.
She probed the little cockeye with her tongue, wondering if she could push her tongue up in Mike’s cock, just like he had rammed his prick into her cunt? But her tongue wouldn’t go inside his prick and so she contented herself with sucking and licking until she felt his balls swollen and throbbing, pressing against her cheek.
She had enjoyed his prick inside her ass, even though it hurt at first going in, but there was no enjoyment at all when his cock was in her cunt. She worried about it as she sucked on his prick and stroked his hairy, full balls with her fingers.
“Mike,” she said hesitantly, taking his prick out of her mouth. “Could I try again?”
Mike looked at her, bewildered.
“Let me do it myself, this time,” she said. If a woman could enjoy a cock, she would learn how to enjoy Mike’s.
She straddled him and Mike watched with surprised and wondering eyes as the teenage girl placed his rigid organ at the entrance to her cunt. She pushed down just enough to imbed his cock head in her hole, then she began to stroke her own stiff clit, slowly, smiling at him as she did so.
Sueanne was going to approach this scientifically. She would stimulate her own clit, she figured, until her cunt hole opened, wanting the cock.
Her clit was hot and slippery and jutting from the wide lips of her cunt. She stroked it slowly, feeling the desire and excitement surge through her body, glancing down to see the stiff nipples that protruded from her breasts.
Mike’s prick was big in her cunt hole but it didn’t hurt now. She was determined not to slide down on the damned thing until her cunt wanted it.
She rubbed her nipples with one hand and continued to manipulate her clit, feeling the rising excitement in her entire body. Her buttocks shifted open, her asshole began to dilate she knew she would be ready soon to take Mike’s prick into her hole for the second time.
“Oh, baby,” Mike was saying, watching her love herself, “I love it when you jerk yourself off, I love to watch you rub your tits. My cock is about to bust open!”
“Not yet,” she said to him and rolled her head, enjoying the talented movement of her own two hands on her slender, young body. Her cunt hole was beginning to dilate and she could feel Mike’s prick slipping, quarter inch by quarter inch, deeper inside.
She hoped that Mike could hold his load of hot jism until her cunt was ready to accept his thick prick. She felt his cock slipping deeper into her, deeper, deeper, then she bit her up in pain. His cockhead encountered the broken tissue, the torn area and she winced and pressed her body down to move his cock on past it.
“Don’t hurt yourself, honey,” Mike warned, seeing her wince.
“It’s all right,” she whispered and continued to press her gaping, sucking cunt onto his cock. Her nimble fingers were bringing her to the point of climax. Her finger was moving furiously across her clitoris, the other hand squeezing at her firm breast.
“Oh, yeah,” she breathed, “Oh, yeah, I’m gonna come, Mike, I’m gonna come with your cock in me!”
Mike gripped her hips with his strong hands and tried to move his cock up and down inside her. But her cunt was already coming, squeezing his prick inside her boiling channel, sucking and milking him. His balls swelled and the jism boiled like a geyser up his shaft into Sueanne’s sucking cunt.
“Oh, baby,” he screamed, “we’re coming together. Your cunt and my cock are coming together!”
Sueanne was able to sit still on top of Mike and let his prick slip inside her. When it curled back out the exit of her cunt, she reached down between her legs and squeezed it with appreciation.
She leaned across Mike’s big body and laid her blonde and pretty head on his wide chest.
“Some cock you got there, Mister,” she teased. Mike sighed with relief.
“I’m glad you like it, honey. I wasn’t too sure there for a while.”
The noonday sun filtered in the windows, melting some of the ice and snow and cast a warm glow around the lovers.
“I think the snow had stopped,” Mike said quietly, stroking the girl’s long, blonde hair. “I think the storm is over.”
Sueanne looked around, rather sadly. She’d grown used to this tiny cabin, to the smell and feel of this big, rough man. She hated the thought of returning to the real world.
The water made a dripping sound, constant and steady, as the ice melted from the window panes.
Sueanne pulled the blanket tight around her and stood by the door.
“I suppose there will be a plough on the roads soon,” she said with regret.
“And some cops coming up here after you.”
“My father,” Sueanne reminded Mike, “doesn’t know where I am.”
“And I’ll bet,” Mike said, “he’s worried sick, too.”
Mike pulled his blanket around him and joined the slender teenage girl at the window.
“My wife does, however, know where I am,” he said softly into the girl’s blonde hair, letting the silken strands of hair tease against his lips. “And you can bet she’ll have the cops up here as soon as the roads are passable.”
Sueanne sighed and leaned her head back against the big man. She regretted the parting and she knew that she would probably never have the opportunity to see the man again. He was too moral, too regular a guy — he had a wife and family and once they were out of this deserted shack, he wouldn’t see a teenage girl again. She pressed back against him, coveting him.
“I wish I were married to you,” she said.
“Oh, no you don’t, honey,” Mike laughed.
“Being married to me is no bed of roses.”
“I’m sixteen,” she reminded him.
“Honey,” he said gently and ran his rough hand across her hair, “I’m old enough to be your daddy. Your father would kill me and the local church-going folk would run me out of town. It’s just not in the cards, honey. You’ll find a nice boy someday and you’ll settle down. Wait and see.”
Sueanne thought of all the boys she knew — none of them were exciting or even interesting to her. The thought of spending a night in bed with over-active, pimply Billy made her stomach turn.
She turned to Mike and buried her head in his big chest. “I don’t want to leave you.”
“A week from now,” he assured her, “you won’t even remember my name.”
“I will,” the blonde girl vowed, “I will always remember you, always!”
“Listen,” Mike said ominously, “I think I hear a motor.”
They leaned close to the windowpane and listened.
“It’s the plough,” Sueanne said regretfully.
“Get your clothes on, honey,” Mike urged, “I don’t want anybody to know what happened up here.”
Sueanne looked at him with great sadness in her eyes. She was proud of what had happened in this cabin, of giving her young and inexperienced body to the tutelage of this kind and gentle man. She didn’t understand how much an incident like this could hurt him and she felt rejected by his insistence that she get dressed and pretend as though she had spent a perfectly calm and normal night, fully dressed, in this man’s protective custody.
She took her time in dressing and they both listened to the ploughs get closer.
“Hey, anybody up there?”
It was a voice amplified by a megaphone.
Mike jerked on the window opening it.
“Yeah,” he called out, “there’re two of us stranded up here!”
“Anybody up there?” The megaphone blasted again as though it had not heard.
“Yeah,” Mike screamed, “We’re up here!”
“Anybody up there?”
Mike pushed vainly against the door.
“They can’t hear us,” he said to Sueanne, “they can’t hear us! They’ll go away, thinking there’s no one here!”
Mike leaned as far as he could out the window.
“Help,” he called, “We’re up here, help!”
But the motor of the plough started up and seemed to move away.
“Shit,” Mike said and banged his fist into the table, “Dammit!”
“They’ll be back,” Sueanne said sadly. “They’ll be back, I’m sure of it.”
Mike paced the floor wildly, wondering if his wife would think him dead, if his children knew that he was missing and in danger. He glanced at the firewood and wondered how long the two of them could stay alive up here.
“You know my father will comb the county, looking for me,” Sueanne said easily. “We won’t be lost for long.”
“I hope not,” Mike said wearily. The danger of these circumstances was bearing down on him. He had to get to work on Monday morning, he had an important conference, a conference that could mean a raise for him. He’d promised his wife that he’d get a raise soon, he promised.
And the girl’s father — that worried him, too. Her father was a tough and rigid man. Mike could just see himself being hauled into court, charged with rape of a minor. He rubbed his forehead furiously with his hand, trying to rid himself of the terrifying thought.
It was as though the girl could read his mind.
“I told you that I won’t tell anybody, and I won’t.”
He looked into her innocent, blue eyes and believed her. “I hope that’s true,” he said, “I really hope it’s true.”
“I promised,” she said and grinned, holding up three fingers, “and I don’t break promises. Remember, I was a girl scout.”
Mike smiled and sat down on the sofa, rubbing his hands nervously together.
“What will your wife say when she discovers you spent the night with a girl?”
“Oh,” he said, not meaning it, “she won’t think anything about it. You’re just a kid.”
Sueanne sidled up to him and lifted her woolen skirt, exposing her lacey bikini underpants.
“I’m a kid?”
She pushed her crotch at him.
He grinned and kissed her cunt through her panties.
“Okay. I don’t think you’re a kid — but my wife will think so.”
Sueanne, feeling very sure of herself, wagged her ass and grinned. “Let me have your wife for a weekend. I’ll show her how much of a kid I am.” Mike looked up startled.
“You fool around with girls?”
Sueanne shrugged. She wanted to seem wise and worldly. In fact, the only fooling around with girls she had done had been at camp-outs and at spend-the-nights where she and her friend Rosie had sucked each other’s pert nipples and fingered one another’s stiff clits into orgasm.
“I’ve been around,” she said casually, evading a direct answer.
Mike blinked his eyes in shock. He half-grinned, thinking of his plump and super-moral wife, spreading her legs to let the young blonde bombshell lick her swollen cunt. He’d sure like to see that!
But Mike was very sure that his wife would never go along with anything like that — even if he fucked his wife first and stayed there with her, holding her hand… no, she’d never go along with it. But it was an exciting thought.
“Maybe,” Sueanne said kittenishly and slid onto his lap, “I could come visit you at your house.”
Mike laughed, picturing this sweet and spoiled blonde teenager trying to cope with the madness of his suburban household. His wife doing dishes and laundry and running the Goddam vacuum cleaner while the crazy fox terrier tried to attack the cleaning machine as if it were a science fiction monster. His daughter with wet diapers, wailing from the next room, as his two boys played a raucous game of Cowboys and Indians through the hallway.
“Sorry, honey,” he said gently, “but I don’t think you’d enjoy it.”
Sueanne again felt rejected. As though Mike didn’t want her to be a part of his full life. As though she were something to be used — and dumped.
She got up huffily and stalked across the room.
“You sure don’t show any appreciation.”
Mike looked up, startled.
“Appreciation for what?”
“I gave you my cherry.”
Mike sighed and smiled. “But, if you can remember, honey, I didn’t want your cherry. You tricked me into it.”
Sueanne was even angrier at the thought that the man hadn’t even wanted to fuck her!
“Now, wait a minute,” Mike got up and went to her. He could almost see the steam blasting from her ears, she was so furious. “Of course I wanted to fuck you, honey — but I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t tricked me. I didn’t want to encounter any responsibility. And I still don’t. You’re a great kid, Sueanne, but it’s over now. The cops will find us sometime during the day, I hope, and you’ll go back to your father and I’ll go home to my family. And if we ever meet on the street, well, we’ll just smile and pretend we hardly know each other.”
“Just a foggy memory,” Sueanne spat sarcastically, “that’s all I am. A foggy memory. Well, let me tell you, mister, I won’t forget you. You were the first and I won’t ever forget it!”
She threw herself on the overstuffed sofa and sobbed, her heaving shoulders outlined in the sunlight that streamed through the windows as the sun melted outside.
Mike stared at the melting snow, wishing it would melt down to the ground, that he could get out of here. He wanted to kick himself in the pants for thinking he could get away, scot-free, with a weekend of fucking with a teenage girl. She was too young, too immature, to deal with a hit-and-run affair. He was a fool to go along with it.
He hoped she wouldn’t tell her father, wouldn’t make a scene in front of his wife. He wished that the entire episode would melt away, evaporate, like the snow outside that sizzled into nothingness under the sun’s hot rays.
He stared at the girl and wondered at her charm and beauty. He had certainly enjoyed their brief relationship and he only wished that she were old enough to understand that his whole life was at stake here. He was a family man, a member of a community that judged its citizens harshly. He’d lose his job, his wife, his friends, if what had happened in this cabin — no matter how lovely and loving it was between himself and the girl — if they found out.
Sueanne’s tears were soaking through the arm of her sweater and as her shoulders heaved in sobs, she wished that she understood what was happening. Mike was a nice man, a good man, she was sure of that. How could he be so heartless, so uncaring about what happened to her? She needed him now, she needed to know that he would be there when she wanted him. She wanted him close to her, wanted his hot mouth on hers, his thick prick inside her tender, smarting cunt. But he wanted nothing more to do with her.
As the sound of the plough came close again and the megaphone sounded one more time, Sueanne wiped her eyes and determined not to let Mike know how hurt she was.
Mike, excited in anticipation of their rescue, still felt badly that the girl did not understand. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her in any way, physically or emotionally. She had brought a new excitement into his life, a new meaning to his sexual needs. But he couldn’t assume responsibility for her. He couldn’t.
He looked deeply into her eyes as the thick shovels cut a path toward the cabin, aimed at rescuing them. In an hour, they would be in a real world again. They would have responsibilities that didn’t include one another. He hugged the girl tightly and kissed her cheek.
“Thank you,” he said, “and I hope some day you’ll understand.”
Sueanne let herself feel his warm strength only for a moment before she pulled away. She refused to let herself cry again. He could just go straight to hell.
“I understand perfectly,” she said coldly. “I was used.”
Mike shook his head sadly. He had certainly not meant to use her. He loved her in a strange way. Not like he loved his wife, solidly and realistically — but mystically and magically, as a man might love a legend or a fairy princess.
“Well,” he said sadly, touching her hair, as he looked out the window and saw the shovels flying with snow, cutting a path to them. Wrapped warmly in thick jackets and caps, he saw her father and his wife, following the workers, looking anxiously toward the cabin.
He let go of the girl and was ready when the last shovel of snow had been tossed aside and the wooden cabin opened to the real world.