Mike laughed and reached as far back on the shelf as he could, his limp prick pressing onto the edge of the kitchen cabinet. Sueanne smiled at the flaccid meat, lying on the counter, like some careless housewife had tossed it there and forgotten it. Sueanne had certainly not forgotten it and she was stroking it as Mike pulled down, his hand gripped around an old-fashioned metal can opener.
"Come on," he said sternly, pushing her hand away from his crotch, "let's fill our bellies. I don't want your father saying I didn't feed you."
"I've had about three hundred calories already," she grinned and indicated her cum-smeared face. "A girl at school told me that semen is highly caloric."
Mike shrugged. He'd never heard that – but it figured. Maybe that's why his wife always spit his cum into a Kleenex. It somehow shamed him every time she did it. Like his hot jism was distasteful, not good enough for her to swallow. But this hot little girl had swallowed every drop and seemed to love it. Of course, he thought, looking at her slender, young body outlined in the comforter that was draped around her, this girl didn't have a weight problem, either.
Mike took a frying pan and poured the beans and corn into it. Although he tried to keep them separated, the vegetables seemed to blend together even before he could carry the pan to the fireplace and slip it onto the brass rack near the top, just above the flame.
Sueanne felt her hungry stomach growling, grabbing at the emptiness, the void, just as her cunt as grabbed at its virgin void, too. The vegetables looked totally unappetizing but she was too damned hungry to refuse any kind of food. And she didn't want to offend her mentor, the wonderful man who was taking care of her during this unseasonable blizzard.
She could feel Mike staring at her as she watched the fry-pan in the fire, the vegetables moving, swelling with the heat. She knew that he wanted to plunge his cock into her virgin cunt and that he was the kind of strong man who, no matter how he wanted to, would not do it. He would respect her age and her virginity. But the hell with respect, she thought angrily to herself, what about her desires? She knew her father would never fuck her – and Mike was the next best thing. She certainly didn't want Billy's pimply prick to be the first one, in her. She wanted the first time to be with a gentle and experienced man.
And there he was, squatting next to her at the fire, his eyes caught in the beauty of the firelight glinting across her sweet, young face. His cock hung half-hard, out of his pants, between his legs.
As Mike pulled the fry-pan from the fire and stirred the food with a hunting knife, Sueanne stared at his rugged profile against the yellow flames. He would be the one. She vowed that his would be the first cock imbedded in her hungry cunt. Somehow, she'd make it happen.
He handed her the knife and she carefully took the bite of the warm vegetables, not even tasting them as they slid down her anxious, open throat.
"Careful," he warned paternally, "don't cut yourself."
He took the knife next and carefully balanced a pile of vegetables on its silver surface, half-sucking them into his mouth, carefully avoiding the sharp edge of the knife with his tongue.
"God," he said as he chewed on the food, "I was damned hungry."
"Me, too," Sueanne admitted and took another knife full of food into her mouth, this time chewing and tasting it. Fire-cooked food tasted real, unlike the carefully prepared meals that the maid cooked in their Micro-Oven at home. It tasted from the earth, like it did when she went camping with her daddy.
"If we can't get out of here tomorrow," Mike said, looking at the feet of snow that surrounded the cabin, "I'll try to get to my trap. I got a quail trap set outside. Maybe tomorrow, we'll have fresh meat."
The thought of something solid in her stomach made Sueanne's mouth water – but the reality of having to pluck the feathers from a bloody bird and carve out its insides, as she had seen her father do, was repellent. Her face wrinkled in dread.
"Don't worry," Mike laughed, "I'll do the cleaning."
Sueanne giggled and moved close to him.
"You read my mind," she grinned. "I never cleaned a bird or a fish, either."
"My wife's real good at it," Mike admitted and then hated himself for bringing his wife into the room, for entering her image into the wonderful unreal world he had created with this young girl.
Sueanne closed her eyes and tried to picture Mike's wife. She would be a local woman, short and maybe a little plump, with a warm smile and sparkling eyes. Her hands would be red-rough from doing laundry and changing diapers and her eyes would be far-away sometimes, dreaming of a day when she didn't have to do such labor. Like all the rural ladies that Sueanne had met – she would grow a healthy vegetable garden, have red-cheeked healthy kids, and she would, of course, know how to clean a bird or fish.
It was a life that Sueanne had never led – and never wanted to lead. Her father had brought up her to be just like her late mother. A lady. Taken care of, provided with the best of everything, always respected, always admired, always loved.
She knew that was why Billy wanted so badly to get into her pants. She was a good catch for any local boy, especially a farm boy like Billy. And she had heard that the boys all had bets on who would be the lucky boy to cop her cherry. Well, it wasn't going to be any boy, Sueanne smiled to herself and sighed. It was going to be a man, a grown, strong man. A man she would respect as much as she respected her father. It would be Mike Blocker. He would plunge through the resilient tissue of her maidenhead with his experienced cock. His would be the first hot load of semen to fill her virgin womb.
She felt his body shift, moving from her uncomfortably, as he continued to poke knife fulls of the vegetables into his mouth. She could see that his prick was growing slowly in thickness and length, as though each mouthful of food were giving it immediate strength.
The comforter was slipping from her shoulder and Sueanne made no movement to prevent it. She watched her slender shoulder and arm appear from under the thick blanket, then her pert breast jutted out into the air, its rose-pink nipple hard and ready. She knew that Mike was watching, that he was licking his lips, not over the food he was eating, but in anticipation of slipping her hard nipple between his lips, of pressing against it with his tongue.
If she got him hard enough, she thought, hot enough, she could get him to forget his morals and to push his cock inside her virgin cunt. She spread her legs and watched the blanket fall away, exposing her silky pubic mound, her pouting cunt-lips, still glistening with cum.
Mike almost cut himself with the knife. Damn, he thought, didn't the kid know what she was doing? That pouting cunt staring up at him, those rigid nipples on those tight young breasts – he couldn't control the stiffening of his dick. It was pointing at the ceiling now and Mike couldn't do a thing about it.
He pushed the fry-pan onto the hearth, hoping to keep the vegetables warm, should they want them later. He sat cross-legged, staring at the girl.
Sueanne smiled at the big man, her breasts jutting toward him, her cunt pouting open, eager for his stiff prick to fill it for the first time.
But he didn't move toward her. He did nothing but stare, trying to control his instincts.
Sueanne reached forward with her feet and took his hard dick between her arches, rubbing up and down. He smiled and let her continue to masturbate the rampant prick with her feet. They both watched as his cock throbbed against her arches, his balls pushing against her heels as she moved her feet up and down on his cock.
It was safe enough, Mike thought, far enough from her tantalizing cunt. He stared at her breasts and the pouting cunt-lips as her feet moved rapidly up and down his cock-shaft.
Sueanne loved the hard, ribbed feeling of his prick between the sensitive arches of her feet. She could feel her own nipples jutting forward hungrily, her cunt pouting and wet, beckoning his cock to enter it.