"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!
CHAPTER FOUR
Sueanne's mouth was literally watering as the big, hairy man bumped and grinded like strippers she had seen in the movies. He was laughing and singing and it was clear that he was having a good time, released from the problems and care of his responsible family life.
She watched his half-hard prick bouncing against the swelling nest of his hairy balls. His buttocks parted slightly as he moved, exposing a puckered brown asshole that seemed to wink at her.
She ran her tongue hungrily along her lips.
She watched the mat of curly dark hair on his chest and belly catch the glints of light from the fire. It looked as though his massive chest was sparkling like some kind of superhuman.
The hair on his cockpad was thickly tangled and curled devilishly around the root of his thick prick, forming a curly set of bangs across his wide, full scrotum.
She watched the firelight glistening across his chest, sending circles of light around his tight nipples. As his prick continued to stiffen, Sueanne stared at it in fascination. It lost its skin-colored hue as it jerked to erectness, slowly becoming a dark, deep, blood-gorged purplish color, matching the coloring of his swelling, darkening balls.
At the end of his cock, a droplet of jism hung, catching the golden firelight and seeming to be a drizzle of pure gold as it slipped from his cockhead and fell to the cold, wooden floor.
Sueanne crawled toward him, stroking his veined, bare feet with her eager exploring fingers. She licked his thick, muscular calves, tickling the coarse black hair with her tongue, sending shivers of excitement up the big man's body.
He stood perfectly, looking down at the blonde virgin whose hot tongue was bathing his strong legs, her fingers exploring his thighs and buttocks. Mike's prick stood higher, almost pointing toward the ceiling as her hot tongue approached his swelling balls.
Sueanne pushed gently at the big man's thighs, urging him to put his feet apart, to give her hungry face room to work between his legs. She moved her warm, wet tongue beneath his balls, feeling their heat and weight against her cheek and she stroked the crevice of his tight, muscular buttocks with eager fingers.
Licking his scrotum, she found his puckered asshole with one exploring finger and rubbed the tight opening as she wrapped her lips around one of the rock-hard testicles inside his sac.
"Oh, shit, honey," Mike groaned, "my cock is gonna bust."
She ran her hot tongue up the underside of his shaft and his prick jerked upward. He thought it was going to shoot off but he tried to control it, tried to prevent orgasm. Sueanne could tell that a few more strokes of her hot tongue on his cock would bring a warm fountain of jism across her face, so she pulled herself up, holding onto his hips and began to lick his belly and his thick, matted chest.
Mike had never had a woman suck his tits before and, had he not been so damned hot, he probably would have pushed her face away. But his body was so wild with the enjoyment of her warm tongue bath, that he stood still, his head thrown back, loud guttural sounds emitting from his throat, as Sueanne found his tight, stiff nipples with her hot mouth and sucked on them. Her fingers were still caressing the crack of his ass.
Sueanne could feel his boiling meat throbbing against her belly as she took the tiny stiff nipple into her mouth and licked it. It seemed to stiffen and grow slightly in her mouth. His buttocks were quivering and giving her exploring fingers room to move inside the crevice.
"Oh, honey," Mike was groaning, "oh, honey, it's so good!" His big hands gripped her head and tangled his thick fingers in her fine, blonde hair.
She moved her open, wet mouth across his chest to find the other nipple, licking it to rigidness with her hot tongue. The groans were louder and she could feel them vibrating from the cavity of his huge chest.