"Oh, baby," Mike was saying, watching her love herself, "I love it when you jerk yourself off, I love to watch you rub your tits. My cock is about to bust open!"
"Not yet," she said to him and rolled her head, enjoying the talented movement of her own two hands on her slender, young body. Her cunt hole was beginning to dilate and she could feel Mike's prick slipping, quarter inch by quarter inch, deeper inside.
She hoped that Mike could hold his load of hot jism until her cunt was ready to accept his thick prick. She felt his cock slipping deeper into her, deeper, deeper, then she bit her up in pain. His cockhead encountered the broken tissue, the torn area and she winced and pressed her body down to move his cock on past it.
"Don't hurt yourself, honey," Mike warned, seeing her wince.
"It's all right," she whispered and continued to press her gaping, sucking cunt onto his cock. Her nimble fingers were bringing her to the point of climax. Her finger was moving furiously across her clitoris, the other hand squeezing at her firm breast.
"Oh, yeah," she breathed, "Oh, yeah, I'm gonna come, Mike, I'm gonna come with your cock in me!"
Mike gripped her hips with his strong hands and tried to move his cock up and down inside her. But her cunt was already coming, squeezing his prick inside her boiling channel, sucking and milking him. His balls swelled and the jism boiled like a geyser up his shaft into Sueanne's sucking cunt.
"Oh, baby," he screamed, "we're coming together. Your cunt and my cock are coming together!"
Sueanne was able to sit still on top of Mike and let his prick slip inside her. When it curled back out the exit of her cunt, she reached down between her legs and squeezed it with appreciation.
She leaned across Mike's big body and laid her blonde and pretty head on his wide chest.
"Some cock you got there, Mister," she teased. Mike sighed with relief.
"I'm glad you like it, honey. I wasn't too sure there for a while."
The noonday sun filtered in the windows, melting some of the ice and snow and cast a warm glow around the lovers.
"I think the snow had stopped," Mike said quietly, stroking the girl's long, blonde hair. "I think the storm is over."
Sueanne looked around, rather sadly. She'd grown used to this tiny cabin, to the smell and feel of this big, rough man. She hated the thought of returning to the real world.
The water made a dripping sound, constant and steady, as the ice melted from the window panes.
Sueanne pulled the blanket tight around her and stood by the door.
"I suppose there will be a plough on the roads soon," she said with regret.
"And some cops coming up here after you."
"My father," Sueanne reminded Mike, "doesn't know where I am."
"And I'll bet," Mike said, "he's worried sick, too."
Mike pulled his blanket around him and joined the slender teenage girl at the window.
"My wife does, however, know where I am," he said softly into the girl's blonde hair, letting the silken strands of hair tease against his lips. "And you can bet she'll have the cops up here as soon as the roads are passable."
Sueanne sighed and leaned her head back against the big man. She regretted the parting and she knew that she would probably never have the opportunity to see the man again. He was too moral, too regular a guy – he had a wife and family and once they were out of this deserted shack, he wouldn't see a teenage girl again. She pressed back against him, coveting him.
"I wish I were married to you," she said.
"Oh, no you don't, honey," Mike laughed.
"Being married to me is no bed of roses."
"I'm sixteen," she reminded him.
"Honey," he said gently and ran his rough hand across her hair, "I'm old enough to be your daddy. Your father would kill me and the local church-going folk would run me out of town. It's just not in the cards, honey. You'll find a nice boy someday and you'll settle down. Wait and see."
Sueanne thought of all the boys she knew – none of them were exciting or even interesting to her. The thought of spending a night in bed with over-active, pimply Billy made her stomach turn.
She turned to Mike and buried her head in his big chest. "I don't want to leave you."
"A week from now," he assured her, "you won't even remember my name."
"I will," the blonde girl vowed, "I will always remember you, always!"
"Listen," Mike said ominously, "I think I hear a motor."
They leaned close to the windowpane and listened.
"It's the plough," Sueanne said regretfully.
"Get your clothes on, honey," Mike urged, "I don't want anybody to know what happened up here."
Sueanne looked at him with great sadness in her eyes. She was proud of what had happened in this cabin, of giving her young and inexperienced body to the tutelage of this kind and gentle man. She didn't understand how much an incident like this could hurt him and she felt rejected by his insistence that she get dressed and pretend as though she had spent a perfectly calm and normal night, fully dressed, in this man's protective custody.
She took her time in dressing and they both listened to the ploughs get closer.
"Hey, anybody up there?"
It was a voice amplified by a megaphone.
Mike jerked on the window opening it.
"Yeah," he called out, "there're two of us stranded up here!"
"Anybody up there?" The megaphone blasted again as though it had not heard.
"Yeah," Mike screamed, "We're up here!"
"Anybody up there?"
Mike pushed vainly against the door.
"They can't hear us," he said to Sueanne, "they can't hear us! They'll go away, thinking there's no one here!"
Mike leaned as far as he could out the window.
"Help," he called, "We're up here, help!"
But the motor of the plough started up and seemed to move away.
"Shit," Mike said and banged his fist into the table, "Dammit!"
"They'll be back," Sueanne said sadly. "They'll be back, I'm sure of it."
Mike paced the floor wildly, wondering if his wife would think him dead, if his children knew that he was missing and in danger. He glanced at the firewood and wondered how long the two of them could stay alive up here.
"You know my father will comb the county, looking for me," Sueanne said easily. "We won't be lost for long."
"I hope not," Mike said wearily. The danger of these circumstances was bearing down on him. He had to get to work on Monday morning, he had an important conference, a conference that could mean a raise for him. He'd promised his wife that he'd get a raise soon, he promised.
And the girl's father – that worried him, too. Her father was a tough and rigid man. Mike could just see himself being hauled into court, charged with rape of a minor. He rubbed his forehead furiously with his hand, trying to rid himself of the terrifying thought.
It was as though the girl could read his mind.
"I told you that I won't tell anybody, and I won't."
He looked into her innocent, blue eyes and believed her. "I hope that's true," he said, "I really hope it's true."
"I promised," she said and grinned, holding up three fingers, "and I don't break promises. Remember, I was a girl scout."
Mike smiled and sat down on the sofa, rubbing his hands nervously together.
"What will your wife say when she discovers you spent the night with a girl?"
"Oh," he said, not meaning it, "she won't think anything about it. You're just a kid."
Sueanne sidled up to him and lifted her woolen skirt, exposing her lacey bikini underpants.
"I'm a kid?"
She pushed her crotch at him.
He grinned and kissed her cunt through her panties.