The cock throbbed wildly and jerked and Sueanne was dismayed to see that it was going to shoot off – she had hoped to get it hot enough that the big man would lose his self-control and mount her, slamming the big dick into her virgin hole. No such luck. His balls swelled against her heels, his cock convulsed within the prison of her arches and a shower, a fountain of semen exploded from his prick, splattering hot droplets across the hearth with a sizzling noise. Sueanne's bright pink cunt was swollen and glistening, seeming to stare directly at Mike's wilting cock. She lay back on the floor, bending her knees and spreading her legs open to him. She saw the big, older man smile at her budding pussy, widening in excitement, slippery with hot, fresh juice.
He leaned forward and found her clit with his tongue, lapping at it gently, cat-like as he slipped one finger into the tight opening of her cunt. She could feel her cunt muscle squeeze and grab at the eager, invading finger, trying to suck it inside her. She felt his finger moving in and out of her slippery tight virgin hole, fucking slowly and easily, each thrust bringing it closer to the impediment of tissue which blocked the entrance to her womb. His fingertip touched the maidenhead and bounced back.
Sueanne felt a slight discomfort as his finger pushed against the tissue and she wished that it would break, would pour its virgin pitcher of blood and be done with. She wanted to be fucked and so long as that hymen was existence, she knew that gentle, strong Mike was not going to fuck her. She was about to reach down and grab his wrist, forcing his finger through the hymen but she was a second too late, the big man slipped his finger out of the hole and trailed it down the tiny sensitive patch of skin that separated her cunt from her buttocks. He pushed his finger between her plump young asscheeks and found her pink, puckered asshole. She was amazed as the pleasant sensation as he pushed against it, his fingertip slipping into the orifice, pushing the minute hole open.
"Ohhhh," Sueanne groaned, a stab of pain running up her backbone as the finger pierced her asshole.
"Relax," Mike whispered as he licked her stiff clit, "Relax, honey, and enjoy it."
His finger lay easily inside her asshole and as he moved it gently in and out, she felt her asshole muscle loosen and accommodate him. She liked the constant stroking of his finger against her rectum, syncopated with the quick licks of his tongue on her rigid clit.
"Suck me," she begged quietly, "please suck my clit, I want to come in your mouth!"
His lips fastened around the base of her clit and he tongued her clit as he sucked. Sueanne felt her hips thrashing in excitement, her pelvis pushing hard against his face, bathing his chin and cheeks in hot, wet cunt. Her buttocks seemed, of their own control, to open up and her asshole sucked at the invading finger as it fucked in and out the small pink opening.
"Come for me, baby," Mike growled, "come all over me, I want to eat your hot, thick cum. Give me that virgin cum, honey, give it to me!"
Sueanne could feel her cunt inflaming and shuddering, her cunt-lips slapping against Mike's face, red-hot and swollen to bursting. Her clit throbbed and jerked as her asshole grabbed tightly onto Mike's finger, vise-like.
"Oh," she screamed, "Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'M COMING!"
Sueanne had never felt such pleasure – it was wild and long-lasting, her body shuddering and quivering long after his tongue left her shriveling clit and his finger pulled hard out of her hungry asshole. It was the best cum of her life – and she hadn't even lost her cherry. Yet!
CHAPTER THREE
The moon was high overhead and the snowdrifts outside the clouded windows sparkled with the silver light. Sueanne walked to one of the windows and peered into the darkness. The thick, wet snow was still coming down.
"It's a real blizzard," she said, shivering at the nearness to the freezing air outside.
"Sit by the fire," Mike ordered, "and wrap yourself up."
He tossed the blanket at her.
Sueanne liked the paternal tone of voice, the same kind of strength as her father's. She wondered if her father was worrying about her, if Billy had reported that she was lost in a snowstorm. Perhaps he'd just gone back to his own home, not telling anyone that he had left a sixteen year old virgin in the deep woods during a blizzard.
But she realized that her father knew she was going out with Billy and, by now, after midnight, he must have called Billy's parents.
She could almost hear him screaming in the fierce manner that he had, the same ugly tone of voice he used to the terrified young men who worked for him.
"What the hell have you done with my daughter?"
She envisioned his angry, flushed face as he hollered into the telephone. her daddy cared about her and she knew he would be looking for her. She only hoped – and she looked at the woodsman's flaccid penis peeking from his woolen hunting pants – she only hoped that Daddy didn't find her too soon. She wanted to feel that sweet hunk of meat stiffening in her virgin cunt and the blood of her maidenhead coating Mike's thick cock as he fucked her.
In actuality, fifteen miles south at the huge Georgian mansion where Sueanne lived, her father had been pacing nervously for an hour, seriously concerned about the fate of his daughter.
The living room shimmered with the flickering light of an old kerosene lamp. The electricity was off and the transistor radio announced that the region was in for the worst snowstorm in fifty years. Twenty inches before morning, the announcer said, and the possibility that the freezing blizzard would continue for another day, as well. The telephone lines were down and even if Sueanne's worried father could climb out a window and slide down the five foot drifts to his car, he knew he couldn't travel the unploughed highways – and he knew that the boy, Billy, lived on a farm accessible only by a dirt road, which was surely not navigable in this kind of storm.
Sueanne's father rubbed his big hand across his square jaw and tried to talk some sense into himself. He was worried, certainly, but common sense told him that if there had been a car accident and if his daughter, his only child, had been hurt in any way, the State Troopers would have made their way by sled to his door to inform him. It was likely, he told himself, that the boy Billy got his old car back to his family's farmhouse and that Sueanne was safe there with the boy's parents warm and well-fed.
He worried that his daughter had been alone with the virile and adolescent boy. She was such a beautiful girl that he was sure any boy would try to get into her pants. He knew that sometime she would find the right young man and marry him – and even then, he would be jealous – but he didn't want any pimply young pricks in her virgin cunt until then.
Maybe because his wife was gone, he thought, he was more attached to his daughter than a father should be. He frequently dreamed that he was making love to his wife, pressing his rigid cock into her hot and hungry receptacle, filling his hot jism fill his balls, ready to shoot. Then suddenly, within the dream, his wife became his daughter and he felt the hot surge of her virgin blood surround his invading cock. He would wake up, having ejaculated a simmering pool of semen on the bed.
He wished that it were possible to keep his daughter to himself, to deflower her and keep her with him always. And then he felt a rush of guilt for such feelings. Society told him it was wrong for a father to love his daughter so completely. And Sueanne's father was a man completely controlled by the morals of society.
He continued to pace, watching the sheets of thick, wet snow pile up around his house. The huge stone fireplace kept him warm, the flickering kerosene lamp lent a glittering light and Sueanne's daddy, even through his worry, felt the heat growing in his groin, the stiffening of his cock, as he thought about the blonde and virgin body of his sixteen year old daughter.