She reached for his prick and held it in her fist, feeling the pounding heat, the veins pulsing against her palm.
"Enough," Mike said and pushed her hand away. "I'm just a normal man, honey. Don't push me."
She knew that he was afraid he couldn't trust himself, that, even though he had sworn not too, he would roll over on her, his heavy body weight crushing her to the cold, wood floor, and drive his spike into her virgin hole.
"But," she reasoned, squeezing his aching prick, "you can't sit here all weekend like that."
He watched as she took his cock into her mouth again.
"Wait," he ordered, "let's do it right."
He lay down, his back against the floor. "Straddle my face," he instructed Sueanne, "let me suck your cunt while you blow me."
Sueanne smiled at the expression "blow". She'd heard boys use it in the schoolyard – but now that she was face to face with a real live prick, she couldn't figure out where the expression had come from. You didn't blow a prick, actually. She giggled out loud as she thought of "blowing" hard into a prick. Maybe the man's balls would blow up like a nickel rubber balloon and he would float up into the air and away.
"What's funny?"
"Nothing," Sueanne said seriously and straddled Mike's hungry face, "it's just that I'm so new at this."
Mike smiled. "Some of these positions seem silly at first, I know. But you'll like it, I promise."
Sueanne let her body weight fall across Mike's body and she took his rigid prick into her hand, licking the entire shaft with her hot tongue. She felt Mike's tongue covering every inch of her cunt with long, slurping laps, sucking up the fluid of her previous orgasm. She felt his tongue moving through the thick curls of her silky pubic hair and the end of his stiff tongue darting at the end of her virgin cunt-hole.
His tongue plunged in and out the hole and Sueanne felt herself opening up to receive the thrusts of his hot tongue. Her tightly elastic cunt muscle grabbed at his tongue, hungry to pull it deep inside her, to feel a thick, hot organ filling up her virgin hole.
The tip of his cock was hot inside her mouth and she pressed forward, trying to take as much of it inside her as possible. She felt his cockhead pressing against the back of her throat and she tried to maneuver her head so that she could open her throat to take more of his meat inside. She loved the soft head of his cock, throbbing and wet against the back of her throat and his distended, throbbing veins beating against her tongue as she worked it on the sensitive underside of his thick shaft.
"Squeeze my balls, honey," he ordered her and she took the sac into her hands and gently kneaded the two hard nuts inside, feeling them growing, swelling, threatening to split the hot sac wide open.
She felt his hot tongue leave her hole. The muscle jumped and spasmed, wanting to be filled again, grasping and clutching at nothing. His mouth found her stiff clit and closed around it, moving his tongue in the same, quick and steady motions that he had before. Sueanne, for the first time, could feel her own clit stiffening, a little cock, growing longer and thicker inside his mouth. She felt her hips begin to pump her lengthening clit into his mouth, fucking her clit against his tongue.
Her head began to bob in the same motion, in syncopation with her thrusting hips and with each movement Mike's cock went deeper, hotter into her throat.
She felt his hands rubbing against her buttocks, squeezing them as she thrusted into his mouth. His hands caressed her back and waist and found her small breasts, buried tightly against his belly. She felt him slide his fingers between their bodies and clasp her rigid nipples with his big fingers, aiding them to pierce sharply into the soft skin of his belly.
"Ohhhh," Mike was groaning and moving under her, pushing his hips up each time she bobbed her head, driving the hot prick deeper into her. His balls were swelling and simmering in her hands and she could feel the slight convulsions that preceded his shooting off.
His tongue was moving wildly against her thrusting clit and Sueanne felt the spasm of her own steaming cunt lips, the explosive dilation of her cunt-hole and the wild shattering of orgasm. Her nipples thrust out even further, her whole body stiffened and she could hardly continue to suck Mike's cock as her body blasted and shuddered, spilling hot fluid across Mike's face.
At the same moment, she felt the jerking of his testicles in her hand and the thrashing of his thick cock inside her mouth. His jism covered her throat and rolled down to her belly, a red-hot waterfall.
When her clit had softened in his mouth and his cock was a small, damp piece of flesh against her tongue, she rolled off the big man and leaned up on one elbow to look at him.
"You ever come before?" The man looked at her curiously.
"Only with my finger," she admitted.
"Like it?"
She smiled gratefully and turned her body around, crawling on top of him, covering him, pressing her cum-covered lips against his rough, scratchy face.
She could taste her own sweet cum and it excited her. She licked the thick fluid from his face, enjoying it, savoring it, as though she were making love to her own sweet, virgin cunt with her hot, little tongue.
Sueanne felt his big hand moving along her bare, satiny skin, feeling the slender, fragile outline of her back, her hips, her thighs, her buttocks. He pressed against the flesh of her buttocks with his palms, pushing her into him. She could feel his soft cock pressing into the padding of her cunt, nesting in her silky pubic hair.
She moved her legs apart and caught his soft prick in the warm opening of her slit, holding it there and feeling it grow thicker and harder, a piece of dough rising in her fresh, hot oven.
"No," he said as his prick thickened inside her hot little cunt-lips, "No." It would be much too easy to roll her over, to press his cock-head to her virgin opening… "No."
He pushed her off and Sueanne rolled onto the wooden floor, feeling its cold draft whistling up between the boards. Outside, she could hardly see the black pines through the windows. The ledge was piled high with thick, wet snow.
Mike stood up, his half-hard prick still bobbing from his hunting britches, and hefted two huge logs. He threw them on the fire. Sueanne listened to the sizzle as the wet wood vainly attempted to protect itself from the blasting heat of the roaring fire. Sparks shot out of the fireplace, hissing and slamming against the protective screen.
"Green wood," Mike said. "I cut it last spring."
"Thank goodness there is any wood at all," Sueanne answered, cuddling to his warm wooly jacket. "I'd hate to be out in the woods tonight, trying to chop firewood."
Mike smiled and ran a gentle and fatherly hand over her tousled blonde hair.
"We've got enough to keep warm through the night," he promised. "And I've got some canned goods, too. Are you any kind of cook?"
Sueanne blushed. "No," she admitted, "we have a maid who cooks for me and my father."
Mike stood up, his flaccid penis nestled against the rough material of his pants. "Well, come on," he grinned, "I'll show you how to open cans."
Under normal circumstances, baked beans and canned corn would not have been Sueanne's idea of a gourmet meal. But she was ravenous tonight. The hour-long tramp through the icy blizzard, the violent emotions and physical responses to her first session of love-making. Sueanne thought she could eat a horse. Raw.
She watched Mike's penis as it bobbed against his crotch, moving with his footsteps, swaying as he reached around the rough-hewn kitchen shelving, trying to locate a can opener.
"If you don't find it soon," she teased, "I'm going to open this can with my teeth."