Mike, the woodsman, hefted two heavy logs from the dwindling pile of firewood and dropped them onto the flames, listening to the hiss of the green wood, closing the fire screen quickly to avoid the sharp, yellow sparks that spat toward the hearth.
He shook his head and smiled at his situation. Trapped in the cabin, his wife wild with worry, he was making love to the virgin daughter of the country's most powerful and vengeful man. He was in a hell of a fix. But looking at Sueanne's sweet young figure, wrapped tightly in a blanket against the growing cold, he didn't feel guilty or afraid. The girl obviously enjoyed his attentions – and it had been many years since Mike had found such excitement in the sex act.
He cautioned himself to stay in control, however, not to bust the cherry of the girl. He didn't want that kind of responsibility – he didn't want to find himself fired from his job because of Sueanne's irate father.
He wondered if his wife had gotten the kids to bed. They loved to sit up at the picture window and watch a snowstorm. He wondered if she had heat, electricity or a phone working in the house – and if she had called the State Troopers to report his being trapped in the wilderness cabin.
Actually, in the fire-lit living room of the woodsman's suburban tract house, his wife had wrapped his two sons deep in fluffy blankets and the boys were sound asleep before the fire. They enjoyed the situation, the excitement of a storm that tore down the electric wires and ended phone communication. It was like camping with their daddy in the woods. They envied their daddy, snowed in atop the mountain, and they went to sleep dreaming of being with him, of fighting the elements, in the log-cabin high on the hill.
Mike's infant daughter tossed restlessly in her mother's arms as Mike's wife stared into the blinding snowstorm. She knew that her husband was a good woodsman and could take care of himself – but this kind of storm worried her – and as soon as phone communications were restored, she would dial the State Police and ask them to check out the cabin.
She loved her husband and depended on him.
They hadn't had the kind of marital bliss that she had hoped for – but Mike was a responsible man who loved his children and his wife was satisfied with that. Occasionally, she would find herself warm with desire but her husband was usually at work or off on a business trip and she contented herself with an experienced finger that moved on her clitoris until she felt the ecstasy of relief. She wondered if her husband jerked off, or if he found other women on those trips of his.
She knew he must do something to relieve himself sexually. Their sex life together had been sporadic and unsatisfying for many years.
Even so, she loved him and hoped that he was well and warm in this night's terrible storm.
"Want something else to eat?"
Mike moved the fry pan closer to the flames.
Sueanne looked up, a sweet, innocent face peering from the mound of blankets.
"No thank you," she said politely and held his eyes with her blue, sweet stare.
Mike felt suddenly self-conscious about his prick, hanging from his pants. Her body was completely covered by the blanket and he felt as though he were exposing himself in a public place. He reached down with one hand to push his limp prick and big balls back inside his pants.
"Don't," Sueanne said softly. Mike stopped and looked at her. "I like to look at it," she smiled, "it makes me feel safe."
Safe? Mike smiled and thought to himself – if I could do with this prick what I really want to do – if I could roll this sweet, young virgin on her back and slam my thick, stiff prick into that virgin cunt – he shook his head in wonderment. His prick was anything but safe.
Sueanne knew that she had to do something to excite the woodsman again. He would never take her cherry if she just sat by the fire, a timid little girt, the blanket wrapped around her.
She opened the blanket just enough to expose her silky blonde cunt and began to stroke it with her fingers. She kept her eyes on the woodsman's limp prick and watched it jerk and begin to rise as she stroked her pink, young pubis. She liked the feeling of warmth in her little cunt as the walls gorged with blood and the tissue seeped its lubricating fluid. She pressed her own finger as deep as possible into the tight little channel, in and out, glistening with her anxious, hot juices.
Sex was new to the girl, Mike reasoned, and she was insatiable. But he mustn't lose control.
Sueanne watched him stare as her finger drove in and out her cunt, the tight little muscle opening up and encouraging her to slip two fingers in the hole. She moved her own thumb against her glistening pink clit, feeling the excitement tighten in her groin, the fluids flowing fast across her hot cunt-lips.
Mike lay belly down on the hearth, trying to keep his cock from driving him to fuck her. He stared into the flame red little cunt and watched in fascination as her own fingers moved in and out the cunt-hole, slippery with her flowing juices.
Sueanne saw the square jawed older man's face moving toward her cunt. "Don't suck it," she whispered, "just watch. I want you to watch me come."
She knew his thick prick was throbbing hard against the stone hearth and she could see his hips making an unconscious and slight fucking movement as his cock grew impatient and hungry for her hole.
Her fingers continued to slip in and out her virgin cunt-hole and her thumb moved expertly on her rigid clit. She could feel her nipples stiffening and pushing into the rough material of the blanket that was draped around her shoulders. She knew that the firelight was reflected in her glistening, wet cunt and that to Mike's eyes, her pussy must appear to be on fire.
And it was on fire, in a sense of the word, sending hot sparks throughout Sueanne's anxious, tense body as she felt her cunt hole grabbing at her fingers and her rigid clit hugging her thumb with its hot tissue. She knew she was on the wild flight up to orgasm and there was no turning back. Her fingers moved more quickly and the cunt muscle spasmed and sucked at the invaders. Her clit was a rigid spike inside the protective and slippery, hot tissue and her nipples felt as though they were going to pierce holes in the rough blanket that covered them.
"Oh," Sueanne moaned, tossing her head back wildly, "Oh, watch my cunt, watch it, it's going to come. It's coming, wishing your cock were in it!"
Her cunt-muscles convulsed and a shower of hot, sticky fluid ran over her hand and across her thighs as Mike watched the pussy dilating and grabbing at the girl's two fingers, watched for the first time, a cunt in the act of coming. His cock was pounding crazily against the stone hearth and he pressed his pelvis hard against it, trying to control it.
"You can lick it," Sueanne said breathlessly as the hard clit softened and the cunt-hole tightened into an empty virgin peephole, "lick my pussy for me, clean it up."
Mike smiled and crawled forward on his belly to run his hot tongue along her cunt lips, scooping her hot fluid from her tiny hole into his mouth. He bathed her soft clit with his mouth and sucked the fluid from the soft, crinkled tissue. It was the sweetest smelling cunt he'd ever sucked and he wondered if it was because she was a virgin.
Sueanne cupped her tight breasts in her own hands, squeezing them and rubbing her fingers on the nipples as the big man licked her cunt dry. She felt his hot tongue moving across the tissue, making sucking noises, dipping into the tight entrance of her virgin hole. She felt his lips moving around her clit, finding all the crevices in the tiny tissue. His tongue licked among the silken pussy hair and caressed her thighs, wet with cum. She lay back on the floor, the crumpled blanket under her, her fingers stroking her hard nipples as the big man sucked her dry.