It took all day to dress the bear and return it and the two does to their bunker. While Hitch carved up the meat and cleared the hides, Kieu-Linh refilled their water supplies from the creek and hauled the heavy canisters inside. Hitch had always kept enough water for a month of drinking and basic sanitary needs in the bunker, but with the teen staying, it halved the overall duration. Since it was the snowfall which might keep them locked in, he didn't really fear being without water just because the creek was unreachable (or, often, frozen), but he preferred to be prepared for whatever might prevent them from procuring fresh water.

It was well after dark by the time they settled down for an evening meal. Hitch grilled bear steaks with a bit of salt and potatoes, searing the sometimes-gamey meat and leaving it rich and juicy. They ate their fill and packed the rest into the cold portion of the bunker to age.

Both were exhausted when they slid onto the mattress. As had become so comfortable, Hitch wrapped his arm over Kieu-Linh's body and held her against him as she rested her head on the pillow. They lay together silently. Even so tired, Hitch couldn't sleep immediately, and neither could the teen.

“Hitch?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you tell me about Willow?”

He didn't respond at first.

“What was she like?”

Hitch let out a long breath against Kieu-Linh's neck. “She... she was a smart kid. Opinionated, but also eager to learn. I... I really didn't get to spend much time with her, except a few years before The War. Even then, I was busy with my business after leaving the Corps. I wish I'd have gotten to know her better...”

“She died in The War?”

“Yes... somewhere in Washington State. I don't really know the details. After Julia and I deployed, I heard from her only a few times. I never saw her again once I left for Israel, just a couple of letters. She was... she was doing ok. She'd joined a National Guard unit, never really went through training that I know of. It was a chaotic time.”

Hitch listened to Kieu-Linh's breathing as memories of his daughter floated through his thoughts. “She liked to hunt. I taught her survival skill, she was a natural. She'd have made a great Marine... She... she looked so much like her mother... they could have been sisters...”

“Was she your only kid?”

“Yes... we didn't really have time for more. One was enough, even during the quieter times. Like I said, I was busy, and Julia too... I spent far too little time with her...”

Kieu-Linh replied softly, “I wish I could have met her...”

“Me too.”

“When did she die?”

“Over a decade ago. I was in the Colorado fights. I'd been wounded, got word before the Third. It was... difficult.”

“But you went back to the fight?”

“I had to, Linh... My men needed me. Willow was dead. I couldn't change that. But I could fight to save my men. That's just the way the world works... You control what you can, and let go of what you cannot. I lost my daughter. I couldn't bring her back...”

Kieu-Linh held Hitch's hand against her breast. “Was she beautiful?”

“Yes,” he said sadly. “Just like her mother...”

The teen stroked his fingers gently, massaging the day's strain from his wrist and forearm. “I'd bring them back to you if I could... I'd do anything to make you happy...”

“Thank you,” he said, “but there's no point dreaming of things that cannot be. They're dead, long gone. We can only survive and move on with our lives...”

“I know... I just... I just want you to know... even if it meant we couldn't be together ever again... I'd bring your wife back for you... just to see you happy...”

He couldn't respond, a lump in his throat. He finally managed to creak, “I love you...”

She tightened her fingers around his arm and held it firmly against her soft breasts.

Kieu-Linh asked no more questions, and somewhere in the chilly night they found sleep together.

- - -

“Hitch?”

His eyes were open, fuzzy a moment, and he was crouching near the fire. He didn't recall getting off the mattress that morning. “What?”

“There you are,” Kieu-Linh said with a small smile. “Just wondered if you wanted to go wash up with me in the creek.”

He felt unbalanced, like he was a half-second behind reality. Hitch rubbed his eyes and they cleared. Kieu-Linh cocked her head, holding his hand in hers, saying, “come on, I'll be quick.”

“Alright... give me... give me a minute.”

“Always. I'll always wait for you.”

The words came out so sweetly that Hitch shook off the rusty feeling and grabbed towels.

- - -

The days which followed brought colder weather and significant snowfall. It wasn't quite a blizzard, but it didn't stop for almost a week. Hitch and Kieu-Linh hunkered down and tried to stay warm. They had enough firewood inside for a couple of months if they used it sparingly, and they sought comfort in each others arms most of each day.

It was only after a few days that Hitch realized he was still holding back from Kieu-Linh, that his desire to go slow with her was causing him to miss out on parts of their relationship which they both needed. He'd not touched her sexually in many days, and she hadn't touched him since the night she'd made him cum with her hand.

They were cuddling on the mattress, dozing in the afternoon while the snow continued to fall outside. Hitch woke from a strong and erotic dream about the sixteen-year old, one where she touched him as she had days before, softly, gently, bringing him to orgasm with little more than her warm palm and her dark, sensuous eyes.

He wrapped his arm tighter around her body and began to nuzzle her neck. He felt goosebumps on her flesh, and kissed her closer to her ear, then her cheek. She turned slightly and looked into his eyes, perhaps understanding his desire for her. He slid a hand under her shirt and up over her trembling stomach to her soft breasts. She sighed as his fingers grazed her hardening nipple. He felt her push her body back against him, his penis hardening inside his pants.

Hitch drew Kieu-Linh's hand back between them. Her fingers pressed against his growing bulge and he moaned. He unzipped and unbuttoned, pulling his dick out and slipped it into her waiting fingers.

She slowly stroked him as he returned his hand to her body, pulling her pajama bottoms down past her thighs. The head of his penis nestled against the top of her ass. Hitch moved his fingers down to her crotch, feeling the heat as he slid past her dark pubes and over her genitals. He slipped along her slit, feeling her wetness on her labia. She moaned as he touched her most sensitive flesh, her thighs parting ever-so-slightly to give him better access.

He slid a finger inside her vagina for the first time and she inhaled deeply. His cock pulsed in her fingers, already tensing with excitement. Before she made him cum, he rose and moved her onto her back, pulling her pajama bottoms off her legs. She stared up at him, youthful face shining in the candle light, her dark eyes penetrating him, her mouth slightly open, panting. He parted her legs, knees up to his sides, and pressed his face close to her vulva.

Hitch inhaled her scent, the rich, florally fragrance intoxicating, warm. Kieu-Linh's slit was small, her labia majora puffy, labia minora barely visible between. The dark-reddish flesh glistened lightly as he sniffed her again, feeling himself buzzing to finally taste her.

His tongue slid along her sex and her feminine flavor coated his tongue. Salty, sweet, tangy and tart, he lapped against her pussy, the girl moaning and running her hands over his head. Kieu-Linh had closed her eyes, head rolling slowly side-to-side. Hitch tickled her young clit, the hard flesh rising with the attention. He circled it, probed her pussy with his tongue, then ran back to her nub.

She writhed as he let her juices coat his mouth, running his lips over her genitals. Like she had before, Kieu-Linh came easily, sweet sounds of pleasure echoing in the bunker, “oh... oh... oh... uuuuh... uuuuuhh.. ooooohhh...” Her thighs opened and closed, her clit straining and withdrawing, straining and pulling back as her climax rushed in. Hitch licked inside her vagina, tasting the fresh, thin cream drooling out of her body.

He was in a rush of excitement. Her body open before him, her wetness coating her channel. He knew the timing was finally right.

He rose over her and she opened her eyes, her cinnamon skin flushed and sweaty. His hard cock was in his hand, no more than foot from her virginal entrance. Her eyes said she was ready, as did her body, her breathing coming quick, her nipples hard over puffy, ripening mounds. Her labia stood slightly agape. Her legs rose just a bit as she realized what was about to happen.

Hitch rubbed his dick along her slit, bringing more moans from her throat. She watched his every movement. He felt electrified as he nestled the tip of his penis against her vagina. Kieu-Linh braced herself. She knew what to expect, knew it might hurt the first time, but her trembling lips and pleading eyes begged him to accept her virginity.

He sank in quickly, not meaning to be so firm, and broke through her barrier, the tearing membrane bringing a cry from her lips. “Oww!” She held her arms straight against him, causing him to hold still. Kieu-Linh's pussy was a vice, tight and silky, hot and welcoming. It took willpower not to cum right then.

Doing his best not to penetrate her further, he lowered himself to her and kissed her cheek as she panted and made uncomfortable groans. “I'm sorry, Sweetheart... I'm sorry it hurts...”

“No,” she said between grunts, “no... don't be... sorry... don't ever... be sorry... oh... Hitch... oh...”

He let the teen decide when he should move again. Hitch kissed her over and over, slowly bringing her around from her discomfort. Her vagina was incredibly hot, so, so tight. He'd never felt better. Despite trying to hold still, he'd very slowly sank into her body, the head of his cock pressing up against her cervix, filling her channel completely.

Kieu-Linh's hips moved at last, she grunted again. Slowly, so slowly, he drew back. Her lip twisted in discomfort but her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her hips rolled upwards slightly to open herself further. Hitch slipped back inside, another grunt, less discomfort. Slowly, slowly he started to mate with her.

Her eyes finally opened. There was a small trickle of tears from each corner. She'd been hurt, but she was trying hard not to show it. Hitch licked her salty tears and smiled at her. She smiled back, starting get more and more comfortable as he moved in and out of her body more steadily.

Hitch lasted as long as he possibly could. Kieu-Linh's vagina was heavenly, so tight and slick. His penis throbbed inside her. He could feel precum running freely in her hole. He grunted against her cheek as his body stiffened.

He pulled back so that he could look into her eyes. Kieu-Linh stared back, desire and love washing from her gaze. He held himself over her, kissed her lips and watched her stare back.

Semen burned up his shaft and he moaned, “uuuuhhnnnn... uuuuuhhhnnn... ooooohhh...” Hitch ejaculated inside Kieu-Linh's vagina, flooding her small, tight hole, a thick stream of cum rushing out. He rocked against her, filling her, fucking her, cumming inside the sixteen-year old, staring into her eyes, the look of pure, sweet, almost innocent desire matching his own.

He felt like he came forever, unable to stop spasming against her body, finally sinking himself deep into her and holding there, bringing his lips to hers, her tight cunt milking every drop from his shaft. He breathed heavily against her cheek, “oh... God... Linh... oh... God...”

“Hitch... oh, Hitch... oh... oh... I wanted this... so much... I wanted you...”

He stayed hard inside her and in moments, they were rutting again, his sperm coating his shaft and sticking in the girl's pubes. This time, Hitch reached a hand between them and stroked her clit. Kieu-Linh shuddered into orgasm moments before he came again, his cock burning inside her, raw, fiery, her sensitive flesh consuming his desire.

They rocked together as they wound down, his penis slowly slipping out of her body. He fell over to one side and looked down at her genitals.

Kieu-Linh's vagina was agape, thick white semen mixed with a trace of blood running freely from within. Her labia were swollen and raw, slippery cum in globs and white streaks on her dark-red flesh, lips engorged, her thighs coated in sweat. He ran his hand over her stomach and touched her gently between her legs. She jerked involuntarily when he started to massage her entrance. “Sore?” he asked. She nodded in reply.

They curled up together and he held Kieu-Linh against him, her head on his chest as she finally closed her legs and let out a final, slightly uncomfortable groan. “Thank you, my love,” Hitch said softly into her ear, “that was the most wonderful gift...”

She looked at him, her eyes nearly closed, “I love you, James...” It was the first time anyone had called him by his first name since Julia, and it made him feel closer to the girl for some strange reason. Kieu-Linh closed her eyes and soon dozed against him, a small trail of warm semen trickling from her vagina.

- - -

Hitch woke in the night with his stomach turning over. It took a moment to realize why. I came in her! He knew she was a few days from the end of her period, potentially moving into the part of her cycle where ovulation occurs. He nearly retched at the thought that he might have gotten the sixteen-year old pregnant. He didn't want that, not while she was so young, if ever. He'd seen too many young teens in Iraq and Afghanistan who'd been saddled with babies. If it didn't outright ruin their lives, it certainly kept them from pursing anything else for a while. Not that women in those countries had the same opportunities or freedoms as his own, what was left of it, at least, but he couldn't stomach the thought of bringing a baby into the world just then, certainly not with his newly-deflowered teen lover.

He rolled off the mattress and made a cup of tea to settle his roiling guts. Hitch eyed Kieu-Linh with concern, nearly deciding to wake her and insist she wash out whatever was still inside her. But he didn't, not wanting to destroy the perfect moments they'd shared together.

He knew, though, he'd have to figure a way to deal with this issue. He'd make love with her again, he couldn't not do that, but he had to be more careful.

After his tea, he used the outhouse and returned to find Kieu-Linh sitting on the mattress, looking towards him, a sleepy smile on her face. “Wondered where you'd gone to...”

“Not far,” he said, swallowing his concerns, “never far from you.”

“Mmm...”

He slid in and she rolled onto her side. She tucked herself into his body. Her pajama bottoms were still pulled down, and her bare ass pushed against his covered groin. Hitch felt his penis begin to rise, and Kieu-Linh felt it too.

She started to move gently against him, her desire for him easily conveyed. Despite his thoughts of moment earlier, he wanted her again. Needed her. He knew she was sore. He was too. It didn't matter.

He pulled his pants down and entered her smoothly, her cunt still sticky and wet, still as tight as it ever was. She groaned only a little as he penetrated her from behind. He fucked her slowly, her tender channel so warm and welcoming.

He tried to bring her to orgasm, but her clit was sensitive and sore. She continued to move with Hitch, wanting him to stay inside her. As his climax began to flood over him, he was unable to pull out of the teen, another rush of cum filling her vagina with potent seed, her fertile womb just beyond where his cock unloaded against her cervix. He let the euphoria wash away his worries for a time, but in the back of his mind, he knew he was taking big risks on her behalf, and they'd have to find a way to keep her from getting pregnant.

- - -

They didn't have sex again over the next couple of days. Kieu-Linh's vagina was truly sore after the mating in the night, and it gave Hitch space to worry, alone, about what to do.

Kieu-Linh picked up on his mood a few mornings after she'd given her virginity to him and asked, “what's wrong, James?”

He shook his head and said nothing, stirring oats into boiling water.

“James...” she said carefully, “please don't do this... talk to me...”

He let out a frustrated breath. “I'm worried about getting you pregnant.”

She cocked her head. “That's what's bothering you?”

“Very much so,” he replied.

Kieu-Linh took his hand in hers. “I'm not worried about that. I want to give you a child...”

“It's not that simple, Linh... There are no doctors out here, and even in town, they're often swamped. Many of them were pressed into service, first by the US, then by the Imps. I wouldn't even know where to find one these days. And second,” he said, pausing his stirring to look at the teen, “you're too young. You have a whole lifetime ahead of you. Right now, you should be enjoying your childhood and not be burdened with a baby...”

She said softly, hurt, “you didn't act like I was a child the other night when... you made me a woman...”

He regretted his words. “No... you're right. I didn't mean it that way. I mean...”

“James... I'm not a child, and not just because I gave you my body... I've killed a bear... I've killed a man... I've had your back when we went into town. I hold my own, you know... Maybe I'm too young where you come from, but I'm old enough to make my own decisions. I don't need you making them for me.” There was that stubborn streak firing up.

They'd never really argued, but he knew Kieu-Linh's pride had been hurt and she was justifiably defensive. “No... I know... But, Linh, this isn't just about you, though that's the most important part... it's both of us, right? Whatever you go through, I go through... we're a team now... and... you getting pregnant... it complicates things...”

She stared at him, expression halfway between hurt and anger.

“Please understand... I was alone a long time. I thought it would be hard to live with someone again, but you've been an amazing addition to my life. I couldn't have dreamed we'd find ourselves together like this... but if you got pregnant, think about it. You'd get where you would spend less and less time on helping us survive. Not because you wanted to, but because you had to. Once the baby arrives, which is complicated and dangerous enough, I'd have my hands full and more. I'd have to keep us going, all three of us. And if there was danger, if raiders came, or the Imps, what then?”

He'd rattled off one reason after another, hoping one of them might stick. He'd missed one that she found important. Her voice was sad and small. “Yeah, but... it means you won't make love to me anymore...”

He stared at her a moment, then said more kindly. “No... no, it doesn't mean that... no. I can't not make love to you, we'll just have to be... more careful when we do...”

“Like how?”

“I can pull out at the end. It doesn't mean you can't get pregnant but it makes it far less likely. And... we avoid sex in the middle of your cycle. That's when you're most likely to set. And... we can try... other things...”

“Other things... like what?”

He sat the oatmeal aside a moment and looked into her eyes. “Like... what I did with you... before you gave me your virginity...”

“When you licked me?”

“Yes.”

He watched her mind work through to the obvious conclusion. “Oh, you mean, I'd lick you until the end.”

He smiled. “Yes, that's one thing we can do.”

She smiled, “I'd like to try that... it felt good when you licked me...”

“I'd like that as well.”

She sat up and looked thoughtful again. “What else did you mean?”

He was more hesitant to suggest it. “Well... there are other ways a man and woman can have sex...”

“Like...?”

Hitch couldn't not smile as he said, “anal sex.”

“Anal sex?” Just hearing Kieu-Linh say the words made his dick throb.

“Instead of putting it in your vagina... I could put it in your butt...”

He watched her expression go from curious to confused. “In my butt... like, my butthole?”

Hitch nodded.

“Eww...” she said, wrinkling her nose.

He laughed. “It's not for everyone, but... it doesn't have to be as gross as you think. In fact... it can be quite pleasurable... for both of us...”

She thought a moment and Hitch could see her trying to imagine what it might feel like to let him put his dick in her tight backdoor. Her hips squirmed involuntarily. Then she shrugged and smiled at him. “I said I'd do anything for you, James... I'd even try that... even if it is gross...”

“No need to rush into it...” He kissed the girl's lips and she couldn't help from giggling. He said softly, “I want us to be together all the time, Linh. I just don't want to make it harder for us, you know? One day... I'd love to have a child with you... but not now, not for a while. I want you to have time to enjoy... this, to.. get used to being with me, as my lover, as my friend...”

“As your wife?” she said quietly.

He nodded. “Yes. One day, yes.”

That made her smile again and she wrapped around him and kissed his neck. “I'd like that, James.” She let out a breath, and said, “okay... I understand. I agree. No babies for us right now. But I want you to make love to me again. Please?”

Hitch grinned and left the oatmeal to cool while he pulled down her pants and fucked her steadily until she came, pulling out at the last moment and squirting his seed over her pubes and onto her slender, cinnamon-toned stomach.

- - -

October grew late and November arrived. The weather became mild for a couple of weeks. Kieu-Linh's period came on time, to Hitch's tremendous relief. He'd made love to her almost every day, pulling out each time. He'd not yet shown her how to take him in her mouth, but she was eager to try it. They were so caught up in making love that it hadn't come up.

They killed more deer and more turkeys before the wildlife disappeared again. Hitch felt they had nearly packed their Winter stock enough to not worry, but they turned to fishing to pull in fresh meat to supplement the venison and turkey.

Jets were heard several times over that period, more of the Typhoons and a few smaller, sleeker fighters Hitch didn't recognize. Each time, they screamed through the skies to the East. Whatever was taking place on the coast, it involved more than just ground troops and artillery.

On November 18th, they were a mile up the creek where it widened and grew deep. It was usually packed with trout, but that day, they'd had no luck at all. Hitch showed Kieu-Linh how to catch crayfish, the small, lobster-looking creatures found in bunches under rocks along the edge of the water. They collected several dozen then headed back to the bunker. Before heading inside, Hitch saw smoke tendrils far off to the South along a tall ridge. He couldn't tell if it was a campfire or from a dwelling, but it was small and far away. He made a note to keep an eye there in the future. As far as he knew, there were no other people living close by, and he'd never encountered any that direction, though he'd not gone so far as the ridge. The way the mountains and valleys hid many things, it wouldn't be too hard for someone to have set up without him noticing.

He cleaned the crawfish while Kieu-Linh watched. “Two ways I know to make them. You can boil them straightaway, or you can cut out the tail meat and fry it up. The first way involves sucking out the guts before you eat it.”

“Gross,” Kieu-Linh said with a smile. “I think I'd prefer the other way.”

“You got it.” He quickly separated meat from shell and spooned a bit of bear fat into a small pan over the stove. It sizzled quickly, and moments later, they were devouring the sweet meat with the last handfuls of blackberries they'd picked and dried weeks ago.

“Do you miss your parents?” Hitch asked as he washed down his meal with a cup of thin tea, leaves reused several times to avoid waste. It was bitter that way, but still a nice alternative to plain water.

Kieu-Linh looked at him a moment with a soft expression. “Yeah... I do...”

“Homesick?” He'd noticed she'd been a bit withdrawn the last few days. He thought maybe her period had a lot to do with it, making her a bit moody and tired and achy. Perhaps, though, there was something more going on.

“Yeah...”

“Anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Not really... When do you think we might go back?”

Hitch shrugged and tried to be sympathetic. “Probably not until at least April, if the warm weather comes early. The pass beyond the ridge is tricky enough in dry and moderate months. It would be deadly to try it while the snow sits on top.”

“I know... I just...” She started to tear up, her warm flesh looking reddish and a bit puffy. “I miss Mom.”

“Sorry, Sweetheart...” He moved to her side and pulled her against him. “I really am...”

“It's ok... I just... didn't think about how hard it would be, you know? Like... the first few weeks, it was exciting being here, being with you...”

“And now?” He said calmly.

“I... I love being with you... but... I miss my home... I miss being able to go to the spring and really get clean... I can't do that here. I feel... gritty... dirty... and... I miss Mom...”

“And your Dad?”

“Of course! I... I guess Mom was always the one who I spent a lot of time with. Dad is great, he's just... you know... he's Dad... I miss him, too...”

“Tell you what...” Hitch stood and went over to where he had a line of boxes along the far wall. Most of them held extra supplies: spare blankets and clothing, a second tent and two sleeping bags, a few dishes, bars of soap and bottles of bleach, a dozen or so books. He pulled out the box he wanted and took out a small, thick notebook and a pencil, “maybe you'd like to keep a journal while you're here.”

She took them from him and stared at the journal a moment.

Hitch explained, “when I was in Afghanistan and Iraq, the first time, I was really lonely, especially after I got married. Julia and I barely had time together before I was deployed, and she was soon after. I missed her tremendously. I started keeping a diary, just things that I wished I could talk to her about, things I'd seen and done. I found it... cathartic...”

“Cathartic?”

“Relieving. It made me feel better to write it down, like... it gave me the chance to process it, to not feel like it was all bottled up.”

Kieu-Linh stared at the pencil, then said weakly. “I can't read.”

“What?” Hitch was shocked.

“I can't read. Or write.”

He tried to look back over what he knew of her life. She'd grown up in a time of violence and war. She'd never had a chance to attend school, never an opportunity to pick up the basic functions of society. She'd learned to shoot a gun by necessity, but it seemed that her parents never felt the need, or never had the time, to teach her to read and write.

“Well... we're going to start changing that right now. Would you like to learn?”

“Yes!” She said eagerly. “Yes!”

Hitch spent the evening going over the basics of the alphabet. When the snow returned the next day, they spent most of their time inside, slowly, steadily bringing the girl's understanding of the skills around. Kieu-Linh was a fast learner. By the end of a week, one spent inside while gale winds blew two feet of heavy snow on top of them, she was able to write a few simple sentences. It was then she started to keep her journal.

Her first entry, dated November 25th, read:

My name is Kieu-Linh. I am 16. I am learning to read and write.
I love James. I love him so much. I miss my Mom and my Dad.
I wish we could all live together at my house. Tomorrow I will write again.

Hitch helped her on the spelling of a few words, but mostly, she was on her own. She wrote again the next day, and the next. She wanted to learn more and more, and she incorporated each lesson in her journal, her thoughts becoming more vivid and comprehensive.

The first day of December brought a break from the snow, sunshine warming the late Fall mountain. It wasn't enough to melt the snow, but with some effort, Hitch and Kieu-Linh broke out of the bunker and cleared a bit of space around the door. Water had started to leak in and while Hitch worked on repairing the barrier, the teen dug out the massive wood pile which was still covered and largely unspoiled, bringing armloads back to the bunker.

Inside that night, as they began to make love, Hitch whispered in her ear, “would you like me to show you how to take me in your mouth?”

She nodded and smiled.

Somewhat reluctantly, Hitch slipped his hard penis out of her tight, young vagina, his shaft coated with her sweet cream. He lay back on the mattress and ushered her to his side, his cock pointing up and randomly throbbing. “Hold me in your hand. Yes... like that... now, slowly slide your lips down over the tip. Careful with your teeth, they can scratch and cut. Just ease down... like that... oh... yes...”

Kieu-Linh had just the head of his cock between her lips, holding still, eyes watching his for more instructions. “Slide down a bit more,” Hitch said, “that's it, not too deep if you feel like gagging, just where you're comfortable... that's it... mmm... now slide back up, just the tip in... mmm...”

He knew she was tasting her own pussy on his flesh. He wondered if she liked it. Kieu-Linh's thin lips held loosely just over the tip. “Now back down, use your lips to form a tighter ring. That's it, Linh... ohh... now back up... bob your head... ohhh... like that... mmm... now add a bit of suction... that's it... ohh, yesss...”

She was moving slowly, sucking him gently. Hitch was amazed how well she avoided scraping him with her teeth. “Little more suction... mmm... now down a bit further if you can... bit more...” she gagged and pulled back. “Ok... too far, just to where you're comfortable... mmm... nice... now... use your tongue as you take me inside... oh, Kieu-Linh... ohhh... like that... like that... ohh... hold me with your fist... stroke me while you suck... oh, God... oh, Linh... I'm going to cum soon... When I do... ohhh... let it pool in your mouth... mmm... don't let it gag you... mmm... oh...”

Hitch was getting close, his hips beginning to rock. He was barely restraining himself from pumping into his young lover's mouth. She was tentative and deliberate, and that made it all that much more of a turn on. He felt his orgasm rushing into him as his load started to flow. “Cumming, Linh... ohhh... here it comes... cumming... ohhh... ohhh... mmmm...” Semen flowed like a stream as his penis spasmed. He ejaculated slowly at first, trying not to flood her quickly.

He saw her flinch when the first shot fired against her tongue, splashing back towards her throat. A second and third squirt added volume and she became still, no longer sucking or stroking. Kieu-Linh held the head of his dick between her lips, letting him spill his seed in her mouth. Her eyes were closed and the teen was focused on not choking.

More cum rushed out and then it felt like a real flood as Hitch pushed upwards. He could feel the semen pooling in her mouth, and she made the mistake of trying to hold her breath. “Breathe... through... mmm... your nose... mmm... almost... done... mmm... mmm...”

Kieu-Linh managed to hold on until his dick finished spewing cum and became very sensitive. Her eyes opened and she looked at Hitch for instructions. “Mmm... oh, Linh... ohh... ok... ok... you can spit it out if you want, or... you could swallow it...”

She seemed to debate her options, then pulled back slowly, her lip quivering, cum drooling down onto Hitch's groin. For a minute, she sat with her mouth open. She closed her lips and tried to swallow. It took a couple of gulps but she managed to clear the bulk and then tried to catch her breath. She turned to him, beaming, a cummy smile on her face. “Wow! It's... not bad... salty... It... tastes like you...”

Hitch chuckled and pulled her down for a kiss, tasting his semen in her mouth. “That... was... wonderful... Linh... you were perfect...”

“You liked it?”

“Couldn't you tell?”

She giggled and licked her lips, swallowing again. Hitch wiped a glob of sperm from her chin and slid it onto her tongue. She took it easily and swallowed it, as well.

“I liked doing that... made me feel... mmm... naughty?”

“I like you naughty...”

Kieu-Linh giggled again, her fingers still holding his half-hard cock, cum coating her hand from where it had spilled from her lips. She spread her fingers wide, spiderwebs of sticky cum stretching between them. Kieu-Linh wiped it onto Hitch's pubes and settled her head onto his chest. “What else will you teach me how to do...” she said, amused.

“Just you wait and see, my love... just you wait and see...”

James "Hitch" Hitchens, Male, 50

	- US Marine Corps and Turtletown Patriot officer, veteran of The War

	- 6'0, 180lbs, tanned beige skin, cropped brown hair

Kieu-Linh Miller, Female, 16

	- Daughter of Miller and Kim-Ly

	- 5'7, 135lbs, cinnamon skin, shoulder-length silky black hair