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!
CHAPTER SIX
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.