His hands moved to her groin, causing the pleasant ache to intensify. His thumbs moved along the crease at the edge of her panties and she knew that he must be feeling, as well as seeing, the dampness of her crotch. Sueanne looked at his face, lined, tense, trying to show no emotion. Like her father's when he was overjoyed about something but he didn't want to appear boyish and immature by looking jubilant. He always got that same, stern expression on his face – but his eyes, like Mike's eyes, glistened with, excitement. She tried to see her daddy's face now, fantasizing that the man's healing hands were her daddy's hands, that the tongue that darted out to lick his broad, dry lips, was her daddy's tongue and that soon it would be pressed against her mouth, slip under her teeth and fill her mouth. It was her daddy's finger now that slipped under the edge of her panties, rubbing tenderly against the swollen slit, parting the silky pubic hair, finding her stiff clit and moving it gently back and forth.
"Ohhhh," she moaned and touched the man's black hair.
She watched him smile and knew it wasn't her daddy. But she felt just as safe and loved as if it were. The man gently eased her onto her back on the floor beside the fire and continued stroking her hot, wet slit with one finger, under the edge of her panties. Sueanne felt his finger probing gently at her tiny cunt-hole and she spread her legs to give him room to press his finger into her, deep.
His face changed suddenly and he withdrew his finger. "You're a virgin, aren't you, kid?" She nodded and held onto his dark head. "Sorry, honey," he sighed and sat upright, pushing her hands away. "I'm no monster. I don't go around busting little girl's cherries."
Sueanne's clit was throbbing and swollen. She could feel it pressing into the pulsing lips of her cunt. Her cunt-hole dilated wildly at the loss of his probing finger.
"Sixteen's not so young," she said, "I'm probably the only virgin left in my class at school."
But the man just continued to stare into the fire. It had been a long time, he was thinking, since he'd been truly sexually excited. Oh, he fucked his wife a couple of times a month and he jerked off sometimes in the men's room at the office, thinking of strange young women he'd seen on the street. But he didn't fuck around. He was a family man in a small town, deacon at the church, member of the volunteer fire department – he didn't fool around.
Once, he'd had the opportunity to represent his firm at a convention in Richmond and the entertainment chairman had supplied him with a dark-haired young girl, just as if she were dessert, expected to come after any good restaurant meal. He was excited by her youthfulness, her nearly hairless slender young body, but her eyes were tough and her cunt had obviously been ploughed a thousand times by a thousand salesmen's cocks and it was, for Mike, a wholly unsatisfactory experience.
Sueanne looked at the big man, sitting cross-legged before the fire. His cock was rigid, bulging against the trouser leg, his balls were full and pressing at the crotch-line of his hunting britches.
She'd seen her father's cock erect inside his pants. Her virtuous father who was home with her almost every night. Sueanne was fascinated by the man's full balls, a bulging pocket in his pants crotch. She reached between his legs and stroked them as the man stared into the fire. His hunting britches were thick material and it was several seconds before he felt the impact of the girl's stroking fingers.
She saw the man look at her, surprised. Her own eyes were innocent and loving.
"I want to thank you," she said, "for helping me." For a moment, she feared that he was going to push her away. Then he seemed to reconsider and allowed her to continue to stroke his big, hard balls through the thick cloth of his pants.
"I don't want to fuck you, honey," he said hoarsely, his voice thick with sexual excitement, "I don't want the responsibility of busting your cherry. Your old man would kill me."
Sueanne felt even safer when Mike told her that he had no intention of pressing her into the floor and battering her sweet virgin cunt with his rigid prick – and she easily unzipped his fly and took his cock and balls into her hands. She moved her face closer to them, looking at them, inspecting them. She'd never seen real ones, close up. The cock was thick and pulsing and dark in color. Veins seemed to burst from it, pushing up the outer layer of skin and pounding furiously in the palm of her hand. It generated intense heat and she closed her hand around it, letting her eyes wander to his full balls, two hard objects in a hairy, dark sac. It looked to her like the kind of pouch her daddy kept tobacco in. She stroked it with wondering fingers, letting the musky smell that emanated from his cock and balls fill up her nostrils. It was a male smell, the kind of smell she sometimes encountered in her daddy's bathroom after he had taken a long hot bath and shaved. She sometimes sneaked into his bathroom when he had vacated it just to feel the left-over steam bathing her face and to bask in the distinctly male odor that filled the room.
The top of Mike's cock was shiny and swollen tightly, shutting the tiny eye that tried to peek out from the end of his prick. She smiled at the little hole and kissed it with her lips. Mike gasped and she felt his balls shift, moving in her hand. She pressed her tongue to the tiny opening and tasted the bitter, thick juice that hung in droplets there. She let the liquid move across her tongue, adjusting herself to the taste of male jism. Mike groaned as Sueanne took his cock-head into her hot, young mouth and sucked on it. Her tongue moved along the tender underside of his shaft as her mouth sucked on his rigid prick. She was no cocksucker, he could tell, but damned talented for an amateur.
"Don't bite," he warned her, "cover your teeth with your lips." How many times he had told his wife that, only to have her teeth scrape painfully along the shaft of his prick. But this girl obeyed immediately and her lips rubbed up and down his throbbing shaft.
Sueanne took his balls into her hand and squeezed them gently, milking them as she sucked and tongued his prick. She didn't look up at his face, she wanted to believe that this hot, stiff pecker was her daddy's and she was showing him how much she loved him, trailing her tongue along his cock-shaft, sucking gently at his cock-head, manipulating his testicles with loving fingers.
"Oh, honey," the big man groaned, tangling his big fingers in her long blonde hair, holding her head on his cock, "You're good, baby, real good. Suck it for me, suck my prick."
His words excited Sueanne and she sucked harder, moving her tongue more quickly up and down the thick shaft.
"Suck it, honey," Mike groaned, "suck my fucking prick until it shoots deep in your belly. I want to shoot my load into your throat, honey, suck me, suck me off!"
She felt his balls move, swell, in her hand and his cock-shaft jerk inside her mouth.
"Oh, baby," he cried out, clutching her hair tightly in his big fists, "Oh, sweetheart, I'm gonna shoot my wad inside your mouth!"
His prick convulsed inside her mouth, pressing furiously against her tongue, lunging deeper until it was jammed against the barricade of her throat. The heat intensified and as the man groaned deeply, Sueanne felt a hot shower of semen flood her mouth and throat. She let it run down her throat, swallowing the thick hot load, as she continued to press her fingers gently on his balls and let his prick wither in the heat of her mouth. When it was soft and formless, lying on her tongue, she lifted her head and let the wilted cock slip from her lips. She gave his balls a final, fond squeeze.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, still holding her head. "Oh, baby, you give good head." Sueanne smiled up at him, her head caught in his hands, her own juices seeping through her panties, wetting her thighs. Her cunt was throbbing, wanting something it had never had.