She licked the man's soft prick, thankfully. She had never sucked a cock before and she loved the thick meat inside her mouth, the pressure of his cock-end hot against her throat, the quivering and spilling of his boiling semen into her belly. She had fantasized that the hot prick in her mouth was her daddy's and that the steaming load of love that tickled down her throat into her belly, was his satisfied semen. But now, looking up at the square-jawed woodsman, Mike Blocker, she was just as glad that it had been his thick prick she made so happy. He was a nice man, she thought. His eyes, like her daddy's, were kind and gentle.
Sueanne's crotch was throbbing and her legs were damp with the dripping desire of her virgin cunt. She wondered how it would feel to have a thick prick pressing into the tiny hole that only fingers had explored. But Mike had said that he wouldn't fuck her, wouldn't take her cherry. She thought he was a man of his word – and she felt a wave of disappointment as her hungry cunt twitched between her thighs.
Sueanne toyed with Mike's limp tool as though it were a new plaything, grazing it with her fingertips, feeling its form and warmth, exploring its wrinkles and its little hole. She could feel the big man's eyes staring down at her as she traced the outline of his balls with her finger, stroked the patches of straight, black hair on his marble bag.
She felt a growing pain in her groin and she pressed her loins into the wooden floor below her, enjoying their coldness against her hot and swollen cunt. She moved her pelvis sensuously, attempting, in a naive fashion, to eliminate the growing hot and wet discomfort.
Sueanne looked into Mike's eyes, an innocent pleading look and she smiled as he ran his big fingers through her hair, tracing the line of her neck and slipping under the neckline of her blouse to find the stiff nipple of her tit. He didn't rub it roughly like Billy and the other teenager boys had. He gently moved it with his fingertip until the pleasure soared through her body and her groin and loins ached with a need that was too large to deny.
She stood up easily, graceful as a cat as she unhooked the waistband of her skirt and dropped it to the floor. She could see Mike's lusting eyes stare as she pulled the blouse off, exposing her teenage, pert and pink tipped breasts, their nipples jutting out, eager rosebuds. She hooked her thumbs into her bikini panties and pushed them over her thighs, letting them drop to the wooden floor. Easily, without effort, she stepped from them and kicked them into the darkness of the room.
She dropped to her knees before the fire, haloed by the wild and violent flames, her nipples beckoning to Mike's hot mouth, her glistening, swollen cunt calling to his cock.
"I can't fuck you," he said again, slowly, his tongue hardly able to move with excitement, "I can't. But I can teach you other ways of making love."
The big man leaned forward and took Sueanne's stiff, pink nipple in his mouth and sucked it, tonguing the tip with his tongue until it jutted rigidly deep inside his mouth. His hot fingers found the slit between her thighs and rubbed against the slippery heat of her cunt lips, finding her stiff clitoris and moving it in a steady rhythm as he sucked her stiff nipple.
Sueanne stroked his dark head, feeling the incredible sensation of his tongue licking her stiff nipple, his finger moving expertly on her slippery, aching clit, and she pretended it was her daddy, making love to her at last.
CHAPTER TWO
Mike lay the girl on the floor, his mouth still hot on her stiff nipple, his hand exploring all the crevices of her rampant virgin cunt. His prick was hardening and he felt it pressing against her thigh, anxious to replace his fingers in her tiny slit, anxious to plough to the unknown depths of her virginity. He tried to control himself.
Sueanne felt the hot weight of his hardening prick against her thigh and seized it in her hand, pulling it toward her slit. But the big man resisted the pull – she knew the kind of man he was. Like her father, a small town, moral man with a hell of a stubborn streak. She continued to hold his prick in her hand, marveling at the changing contour that pressed against her palm as the dick hardened and pulsed.
Sueanne moaned as Mike's finger moved in just the right long, slow movements up and down her rigid clitoris. She could feel her cunt-hole expanding, grabbing at nothingness, waiting to be filled. His prick in her hand, she tried to imagine how it would feel, slipping into the hot little hole, filling her up. Would she feel the pulsing of these veins once it was inside her? Would she feel the intense heat and hardness, the indentation of the little hole at the cock's end?
His big finger moved across the erectile tissue, finding the hard little knot that his wife had told him was the seat of women's pleasure. He moved his finger on it and the girl moaned louder, pressing her rosebud nipple deeper in his mouth.
Sueanne felt the tongue moving on her puckered breast, the back and forth movement across her straining nipple. It felt to her as if the nipple must be inches long, aching to pierce deeply into the man's hot throat. She stroked his dark hair with her fingers, clutching at his head, holding him tightly to her. How wonderful it would be if it were her father's head, needing her nipple, wanting her cunt. She entwined her fingers in the man's thick hair and held on tightly as his finger picked up speed, moving her throbbing clit in a progressively faster rhythm.
"Oh yes," she moaned, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I want to come for you, I want to come all over your big hand."
Her swollen cunt lips were fire-hot and pressing hard into the man's big wrist as her clit seemed to suck at his finger. Her cunt-hole dilated with the increasing speed of his finger on her clit and she could feel her insides beginning to spasm.
"Oh, oh, oh," she shuddered and moaned, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
And she felt her clit jerk furiously, her cunt-walls slap his wrist, hot and wet, as her aching, empty cunt hole grasped at air. Her juices flowed, steaming, across his hand.
Sueanne could still feel the weight of his thick cock on her thigh and she wished that he would plunge it, even now, even after her orgasm, into her tiny hole. But he moved away from her and sat upright, his prick jutting from his loins.
"Put something around you," he ordered briskly, and tossed a comforter from the battered couch. "It's cold. I don't want you to catch cold. Your daddy's gonna be mad enough when he finds you."
Sueanne pulled the comforter around her naked body and moved closer to the fire – and to Mike. She looked up at him innocently.
"I don't know why you're so frightened of my daddy," she said, "He's a wonderful, gentle man."
"He's a powerful man in this county," Mike replied and continued to force himself to stare into the fire. He didn't want to see her naked body again, he wanted his stiff prick to melt, to wither, to deny itself.
"But he'll be thankful that you saved my life."
Mike shrugged. "If a grown man had my little girl overnight in a God-forsaken cabin," he said, "I don't know what I'd do – but it wouldn't be nice, or gentle."
"I'll swear to him that nothing happened," Sueanne promised, hoping that the big man would relax, would let himself follow through on his instincts. She knew that he wanted to fuck her, wanted to be the first prick inside her small, hot hole. He was afraid. Afraid of her father, afraid, she guessed, of himself.
"You have a daughter my age?"
Mike laughed. "No, my little girl's just a baby. But she's going to be a beauty, just like you."
Sueanne wondered if he would kiss his daughter on the mouth, as her father had done to her. She wondered if his daughter would stare in fascination at the hard lump in her father's pants, would wonder what his prick looked like. Sueanne stared at the rigid cock now, jutting from his pants, bobbing as though it had a life of its own.