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Green Piece

By: Innuendos



I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Danielle. Call her whatever you like -- Dani, Dana, Elle, names don't matter much to her. I call her Dani, sometimes Terra. She's a beautiful girl, my Dani, though every guy says that about his girl when he can get away with it. Truth is, there are a lot of beautiful women, some heart-meltingly cute, others smoking hot, many simply attractive in an earthy way. The last is my Dani, not the girl next door, but the girl outdoors. Long brown hair of caramel hue that is always tied back in a ponytail or secured, because brushing it out after a day out can be a real bitch, she tells me. 

Hazel eyes to match and complexion that is almost always tanned a darker than normal shade. She comes by her tans honestly, not by the artificially-inflicted light cast in gaudy salons, or that sickly orange shade that comes out of a spray bottle, but the darkening that is gifted to people with skin that doesn't burn easily. That is a gift because she looks even better with the exotic coloring.

Not an ounce of fat on her, though nobody will ever mistake her for a bodybuilder. Slight of frame, and angular in her appearance, she has a modest bust and a height to match the average man. Those comparatively smaller breasts are a feature nobody will ever complain about, because she's got legs, and does she know how to use them? You betcha she does. 

A friend once told me, "When you've made the long climb up that stairway to heaven, anything more than a handful is a waste." Hank was kind of an asshole, and I'm pretty sure he cobbled both lines together from old movies, but hey, there's truth to it. She's got more than enough up top and looks great with what she's got.

***

Terra is my nickname for her, and as weird as it sounds, there really is good inspiration for it. As a kid, mythology was one of my favorite hobbies, and the idea that there might be this pantheon of gods and goddesses that ruled over every aspect of life had a weird sort of appeal. Not cool anymore, because there are enough losers running the show and telling us how we should live our lives without adding divinities into the mix, but as a kid? Yeah, ate it right up, nom nom nom. 

The Greek and Roman pantheons are almost like mirror images of each other, each with deities of the same spheres, but Gaia and Terra always seemed to be the most appropriate. Not Artemis or Diana -- their divine resumes also include nature, but they're all about the hunt and virginity. The only hunting Dani does is with a camera and virginity was a fond memory long before I came into the picture.

Who is Terra? She's the Roman goddess of earthquakes, of pregnant animals and motherhood. Anyone who knows her can draw the first parallel easily enough. Terra... Danielle, I mean... believes in things passionately. She's always got a cause, be it an endangered bird or beast, an environment in need of protecting, a faceless corporation to earn her savage contempt. 

A greenie is what most people would call her, but she's not that brand of asshole that better classifies as an eco-extremist. In her eyes, people are animals too, and as her own species, deserving of the first and foremost consideration. To her, it's about the balance, and she believes that laziness and greed are the only reasons not to seek that balance.

It probably goes without saying that she works part time as in veterinarian's clinic while working on her degree in Biology. Don't ask me what she studies, stuff like that is way over my head, something to do with systematic research. I don't bother to try and understand since she usually laughs at me when I make the effort. The veterinary work is where animals come in.

As for motherhood? It's no secret that she wants to have kids someday, but like most girls, she's looking for Mr. Right, and it's up in the air as to whether that's me or not.

***

That's my Danielle, my Terra. In fact, if you knew me, you might wonder what exactly attracts her to me. Confession time: techno-geek here. Sure, it's a field with potential for big money, but I do spend an awful lot of free time indulging my internet interests, talking on the phone, and in general, substituting electronics for their real world counterparts. I'm the guy who sets up a folder filled with pictures of beautiful scenery or exotic locations to enjoy and obsess over later. I suppose it is nature porn of a kind, except without women in it. Don't ask what fetish that is; I don't jerk off over it! Just gaze longingly and drool.

That was how we met. Though we weren't in similar programs, we did share a couple of entry-level courses, and knew each other by name, if nothing else.

So there I was, between classes at the computer lab, sorting through a ridiculous variety of photographs working out an organized format, and the first thing I heard was a breathy voice saying, "Carlsbad Caverns? Yellowstone? I don't even recognize that one... have you actually been to all these places?"

Startled out of my point-and-click reverie, I turned to find myself nose to nose with the brunette, her hazel eyes intent on the computer screen. "Uh, n-no. Just a collection of photos I've picked up at sites all over the internet. Personal collection, you know?"

She turned her attention to me, and startled at the proximity of my face, drew back. Laughing uneasily, she said, "What, you mean you haven't been to _any_ of them? That's so boring." 

Yeah, it kind of stings, being told by a pretty girl you barely know that your personal hobbies are boring. Stung, I replied defensively. "Really, who has the time? There's so much other stuff to do."

"Like what?" Danielle asked skeptically. "In the hours it takes you to look up and organize all those pictures, you could probably have spent an afternoon biking and enjoying a lot of the same kind of scenery."

There's a point at which the attention of a pretty girl is not what you hoped it would be and she starts to piss you off. Danielle was quickly reaching that point. "Go out and get dirty, hot and tired? Why, when you can get a better and way more varied experience with a single Google search? What's the point?"

At the time, it seemed as if such a pointed dig at her own hobbies might make her a little more appreciative of how she was treating mine, but she simply smiled.

"You're engaging one sense only."

"Sight? What does that even mean?"

"Engage your brain, college-man" she said, rolling her eyes. "You like steak?"

"Well, yeah, doesn't everyone? What's your point?"

"Engage your senses. Sound -- don't you love the way it sizzles on the grill? Taste - whether you like it rare or browned, it appeals first on flavor alone. Smell -- that savor gives the taste even more context. Sight -- you just know it's going to be even better, the way the way the juice drips right off the meat." Fascinated, I watched as she unconsciously licked her lips. Later, I'd mentally add in heavy sexual overtones to the memory, but for now, Danielle was in her zone, preaching Her Word. "Touch -- You're your fork into the tender meat, ready to cut a slice."

Grinning widely, the hazel of her eyes flickering in the light, she said, "Are you still sure that a photo of a steak is as satisfying as the real thing?"

First impression: Danielle was clearly not a vegetarian, whatever greenie tendencies she possessed. Second impression: she'd just thoroughly owned me in this argument. I had nothing.

"I don't have a white flag to wave, but I concede! Truce! Truce!" I acknowledged with a laugh, trying to show a little class in defeat.

That triumphant grin softened somewhat. "Okay, I'll be nice. To be fair, you're more honest about your response than some people are. Computers are useful in their place, but people spend way too much time on them. Wouldn't you rather experience some things for yourself?"

"Never thought about it," I admitted. "Easier to just log on, do your thing, move on to something else."

"Bo-ring" Danielle repeated emphatically. "You have a bike, don't you?"

"Of course, who can afford gas these days?"

"Well then, why don't you come along this Saturday when we go riding on the Waverland Backtrails?"

I could think of a few things I'd rather be doing, but she clearly wasn't going to let me off the hook until she'd had a chance to prove her theories in the field. "Sure, I suppose. Who's 'we'?"

"You might know Josh from Comp, but they're mostly just people I've met here at the U. Five of us, all told. We have lots of fun and we're not all in the same majors, so you don't have to feel like the extra wheel."

Yeah, she wasn't giving me any outs, so I agreed to it.

***

Danielle was as good as her word, and when they came to pick me up in Rod's van that weekend, there was no sense of being the odd man out. All that talk of bicycling through back trails, enjoying all that nature had to offer, gazing upon god's green earth gave me the distinct impression that I was going to be hooking up with a bunch of unwashed hippie kids straight out of those Fifties documentaries, but it wasn't like that at all. They were just ordinary people, could have been anyone passing in the hallways back at the university. Lisa was a Psych major, her boyfriend Rod was in the same program. Josh had something to do with Biology, but I never quite figured out what Sam did, just that she was supremely dissatisfied with it and never wanted to talk about school.

Despite their almost dull projection of being ordinary folks like anyone else, they seemed more focused, and I quickly found out that was because cell phones were to be turned off at all times and other techie devices except for ordinary cameras were banned from the trip. Not that they didn't own such things, Danielle told me pointedly, just that devices were an unnecessary distraction.

I thank whatever forces guide them that they took it easy on me that first time. Turns out that the Waverland Backtrails are one of the easier terrains to cross, and biking can fast become a serious workout, challenging the endurance. As it was, they had to stop for me several times, huffing and puffing to keep up. I'd enjoyed thinking of myself as lean and healthy before that day, benefiting from subsistence on a college diet without any unsightly love handles or flesh, but the illusion was shattered. It seems that not being fat doesn't necessarily mean you are physically fit.

They all played nice, though, thank god for that. Good company, and more importantly, that was the day Danielle first seduced me. 'First', because she didn't do it with her body, but her mind; the other would come later. When we stopped at destination points she'd already arranged ahead of time with the group, she'd point things out that I'd have missed otherwise, naming flora and fauna... those were her words, not mine... with the ease of someone who has spent years observing them. Always doing it with that evocative game she'd first played with me at the computer lab.

"Open your mouth, just enough to breathe and inhale. Combine that with what you smell of the maples. Notice that even without putting anything on your tongue, you can practically taste the bitterness? If there are conflicting odors, you could judge by the lightness or texture of the bark, but that is how you tell the difference between reds and sugars."

Dani loved explaining this stuff, not so much showing off her knowledge as endowing an attentive student with a lasting education. She had the knack, alright. That was the first glimpse I had of her as something more than mortal, someone completely at home in her chosen element. Fascinating, and a little like love. 

I was hooked, and that Saturday signaled an end to weekends spent cruising aimlessly around the internet, playing mindless games, programming shit that would never see practical application, or engaging in vapid conversations with people a world away that I would never see or have any deeper interaction with. All of that scattered to the far corners of my life, and even during long absences from those hobbies, I never missed them.

The trip was not all fun and games. Hawk-keen eyes caught everything, and there was a minor flare of temper from Danielle each time we came across another biker or hiker's trash, cast-off fast food wrappers, beer cans, just about anything. She hated litter with a passion, considering it an insult of the highest degree to an environment that everyone came to enjoy. Before going out, she'd inspected my belongings, reminding me that anything I took in needed to be taken out. 

"People can be such fucking lazy pricks," Dani had fumed, gesturing angrily at a pile of trash that had been obscured at trail side. "Everything is so beautiful this time of year; nobody wants to look at greasy cellophane and empty soda cans." It went without saying that we would pick it up, tucking it into tidy little bags that were brought just for crap like this.

Later, she'd try and convince me to spend an upcoming Earth Day picking up roadside litter with her, but fuck that, really. By that time, Dani had introduced me to all sorts of interesting causes on the companion Sundays that went with our biking Saturdays, and who wanted to pick up trash when you could go to an Awareness rally, meet and match the enthusiasm of others in promoting something meaningful? Dani disagreed, as she felt that action was more meaningful than chatter about what should be done, but it was one thing I wasn't going to budge on.

In the meantime, our day had come to an end, spring twilight coming down in spectacular oranges and blues, she pushed me for my thoughts on the day. Confession was the only reasonable response and I told her how much I'd enjoyed the trip. The triumphant nature of her grin dominated, and she enthusiastically suggested I join them again in the future, eyes wide with pleasure. An aura of almost-but-not-quite natural spirit still suffused her, and gave her ordinarily attractive features an otherworldly beauty. 

Her proximity was arousing, and I reacted just as she'd been training me to all day. Inhale and combine that smell with taste: Dani didn't wear perfumes or makeup, but there was a distinct light odor, perhaps a shampoo she'd used that morning. Listening, I can just barely hear her exhalations, breaths only the mildest exertion from a long day biking, audible over my own only for my attention to them.

My eyes registered the puzzled expression on Dani's face, but Samantha stood silently behind her, with a wicked grin on her round face. The red-head knew exactly what I was doing. 

Lifting a hand to my hair, I touched the sweat-dampened locks meaningfully, and those hazel eyes began to narrow in irritation. "What-"

"Strawberry," I said with satisfaction. 

The color of her face almost matched the fruit I'd named as the flavor of her chosen shampoo when she finally picked up on what I was getting at, and her friend burst into wild laughter at Dani's expression. "Smooth!" Sam cackled at me, nearly doubling over.

***

Like Dani's other friends, I'm just ordinary folks, average height, average looks, average grades, just about average everything. Yet it seemed that the smooth delivery of what was only intended as teasing payback was enough to capture her interest in me as something more than a friend. It would be weeks before I realized that we were a couple, though later she told me that I'd hooked her with those words. Not because I'd been paying attention, but paying attention to her, and she'd found something extraordinarily sexy in it.

Flirtation and overtures weren't completely foreign, but it had been awhile, since the clumsy romances of high school, actually, and I certainly didn't see it coming when she finally came on to me. It wasn't like _that_ mind you, some goofy Rom-Com where we stumbled awkwardly through a series of comedic engagements before realizing that we were together. 

We were a couple, that went without saying when she'd gone for a kiss the second time I pulled the five-senses stunt on her and noticed the scent of a different shampoo. While I was working it out, she planted a solid kiss on my lips, permanently derailing my thoughts from whichever hair-washing gels she kept in the cabinet. I'm slow sometimes, but neither numb nor dumb, and responded with equal enthusiasm, enjoying the embrace, even with the catcalls and wolf whistles of the others. The brunette already had her hooks in my brain, but with that kiss, she officially had me body as well as soul.

You might think that we were paired off into couples, but it really wasn't like that. Rod and Lisa were already together well before meeting Dani, while Josh and Sam were simply friends who came along for the ride. Our trips were not some sort of chaste outing, though: there was a pervasive and raunchy atmosphere, mostly stemming from Sam, with Rod and Lisa as an endless source of material for the red-head's sly asides or outright taunts.

I should explain. While Dani and I had our moments, Rod and Lisa were simply infatuated with each other, and it was common on our stops for pictures and breaks to see a feathery mane of dishwater blonde semi-permanently attached to dark nest of hair that was her boyfriend by a lip-lock that was concealed within. Assuming we saw them rather than heard them, of course; as often as not, they'd disappear into a copse of trees or dense brush, and the only thing we would hear for a while were giggles, moans, and grunts. They weren't vocal, but they sure were enthusiastic about it.

"Mustn't leave him with blue-balls, Miss Lisa," Samantha had chanted in sing-song after the departing pair, the last time we'd been out. 

The girl didn't care though, and simply flipped a parting bird at the red-head's teasing jabs, prompting a fit of giggles from Dani. "Looks like you're losing your touch, Sammie," she laughed into her hands. "Gotta get some new material!"

Deciding to be a bit daring, I gave my girlfriend a playful swat on the rump that caused her to straighten in surprise and look at me with wide eyes. Giving her my best mischievous grin, I said, "We could give her some new material to work with."

There was a bit of risk in this, as we hadn't done anything more than kissing together yet, but the presence of others had never really hindered her. Maybe it was general shamelessness or an exhibitionist streak or the high of an outing in her element. 

Whatever passed for an attempt to charm her out of her pants seemed to have mixed results. "Well, well, well," she said, considering me intently. "You're awfully daring today. A little cocky, even."

"If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended," I tried, going for a little Shakespeare. 

"That's nowhere near as smooth as that Strawberry line, and sounds like a cheesy cop-out," Dani objected. "I'd almost think you weren't really committed to it in the first place..."

Lack of commitment to the cause, eh? "Well, fuck pick-up lines then," I told her, and moved forward, slipping my hands into the back pockets of her jeans, drawing her hips close to mine, and grinding what had to be a noticeable erection against her. Adding in a kiss with a little tongue for good measure, I inwardly counted seconds, expecting her to push me away with some kind of protest. 

No, the commitment to the path was all that was needed, and she responded enthusiastically for a few minutes before disengaging, much to the delight of Sam, who got Josh to join in applauding us.

"Remember that little waterfall you showed me? Might make a fine place..." I suggested with a grin.

"Confidence gets you everywhere," she returned with a smile of her own, grabbing hold of my wrist and pulling me in the direction I'd suggested.

It was a fantastic location, actually -- Denly Hills wasn't large enough to be a state park, but had great natural landscapes that included a number of natural waterfalls that contributed to lush growth and spectacular color in various flowers that sprung up around it. A pleasant place to eat, rest and relax to the pleasant drone of cascading water, and I was surprised that Rod and Lisa had chosen to go to the nearby lake it emptied into instead. Their loss was most definitely my gain.


Green Piece



Our arrival at the little grotto shifted Dani's libido into high gear, and she took on a wild, almost primal aspect in her bearing. Before I could move, her hand was on my pants, unzipping me and sending both jeans and underwear to the ground in a single smooth stroke that freed my cock. I may be average down there as well, but my girlfriend's enthusiasm had me feeling like a sex god to her nature goddess, and I pushed forward eagerly towards her pursed lips.

With a splayed hand, she held me at bay for a moment, looking up at me. "You believe in reciprocation, right?"

Whaaaa-fuck, was about the only word going through my mind at that moment, before a few brain cells returned to my skull to translate for me. "Oh, yeah, yeah, I got no problem with going down going both ways." It didn't sound very intelligent coming out of my mouth, but it got the message across. Because really, fuck trying to reason when you're standing there with your dick a few inches away from a pretty girl's lips.

"Good," she smiled up at me, lips pursing into a naughty smirk. "I'd hate to have to leave you hanging." Thank god for my last girlfriend, who'd apparently learned about cunnilingus from a magazine and insisted I do the same, because I was pretty sure Dani would do it.

The brunette's lips descended on my dick with shocking suddenness, and I had to catch myself to avoid falling over in surprise from the immediate pleasure of her lips encircling my girth, her tongue drawing upward from the base of my shaft to the tip of my cock head in a leisurely motion that left me gasping. "Holly shiggg" I muttered incoherently as she did things to my cock that neither of my exes had ever had the talent for. Those hazel eyes of hers broadcast indecent delight as she looked up at me while her mouth worked, her head's motion causing her ponytail to swish back and forth, up and down in cat-like fashion. 

I reached for it, attempting to assert some control over her motion on me, but she firmly pressed me back with a free hand, retaining her own sexy style, bobbing her head at one moment, and leaving slick trails up and down the length of my cock as she took care of it from one side, and then the other, above, and then below once again. Flickering motions of her tongue-tip teased me to greater heights of tension, until I felt myself losing control.

"Oh ffffugh. Cumming," I grunted, still incoherent as my cock seemed to swell with sensation that was ready for release. She got the message though, and had I been capable of thought, I might have guessed her willing to swallow, and been wrong in that guess. Instead, she caught the release of my twitching tool in her mouth, lips pursed to keep it from being released anywhere awkward, delicately spitting my load onto the ground when I finished cumming.

"My turn," she said, pink lips creasing with that familiar smile as she got to her feet. No objection here, I couldn't wait to see the goods, and repeated the motion on her jeans and panties that she'd performed on mine, kneeling into the damp earth as I did so, earning points for recall, if not originality. Given her personality, I might have half-expected a wild untamed bush, or in light of her skill with her tongue, completely shaven, but instead it was simply a neatly trimmed triangle that emphasized her lips below.

My last girlfriend had been easily satisfied, and I found that I definitely did not have a talent to match Dani's with the tongue. Gauging her responses from teasing her labia and clitoris with my fingers, I found a groove, and attempted to replicate those gestures with kisses and licking, though the attempt was clearly amateurish, earning squeals of pleasure interspersed with moans of frustration. Dani was not to be denied her pleasure, though, and took control, grasping my head and guiding me the right way. 

No longer hampered by the blood in my brain being drained elsewhere, I finally got the gist of what she wanted, and managed to make a good showing, drawing her own juices forth as she began to squirm in pleasure from my tongue. "Oh!" she gasped out as I repeatedly hit the spot that was getting the most reaction from her. "Yeah! There! Right, fucking there!" No longer guiding me, instead her fingernails dug into my scalp, scratches that would go unnoticed later. Her thighs clenched tightly, but I had control there, firmly lodging an arm between her legs to keep her from closing me out.

Juices flowing freely, containing a salty tang like seawater, I captured them with my mouth and made a point of teasingly repeating that same delicate spitting motion she'd done after taking my semen, causing her to roll her eyes at me.

By now, I was ready to go to it again, and picked up my pants to grab my wallet.

Laughing, she waved me off. "I'm guessing you're going for a condom, and not a twenty dollar bill, so let's head that off the pass right now. Save it for later, okay?" Disappointment must have been obvious on my face, and she gave me a gentle pat on the arm, "I'm saying there will be a next time. Slow it down and learn to appreciate is the whole point, wouldn't you say?" She had me there, though my cock certainly didn't agree with the sentiment at the time, though the lingering kiss seemed to seal the promise. Whatever else she might be, Dani was not a cock tease.

Our return to the break site was accompanied by some confusion. 

"I thought I left my bike next to yours," Dani said, baffled and turned to the others. "Have you seen it?"

The manic grin on Sam's face told me that she'd arranged things for just that particular set-up line. Pointing to bushes nearby, where the wheel of the bike could just barely be seen, she said "There! Right, fucking, there!" and immediately fell back against the tree behind her, descending into gales of laughter.

Color flooded into Dani's cheeks, but she took the joke gamely. "Yeah, I see someone's been eavesdropping..."

"Oh no," Lisa chimed in, assuring her, "We could hear you _all_ the way over here." That certainly shut my girlfriend up, but I was afraid it might kill our chances for any further shenanigans as well.

I probably shouldn't have worried. Dani can be embarrassed, but you can't keep her down, and when we return to Denly Hills the following week, she is ready for more. We didn't go back to the south end this time, but came instead to the north side, a dense wooded area that was popularly referred to as the Green Chapel. There's no religious context to the name -- it is a reference to an almost spiritual pall that is cast over the entire area that invokes images of the ruins of a once beautiful church that is still haunted by a ghost of its former glory. Beloved by local artists and ardent nature-lovers alike, the bicycle trails of the Green Chapel are a well-kept secret that require some hiking to find, a concealment that is meant to preserve its integrity.

Words are ineffective in expressing just how incredible the Green Chapel is, so I can only offer hints and half-pictures. There's an old, popular Final Fantasy game featuring a character exploring a place called the Ancient Forest, a glade of wooded life where light filters down between dense tree-tops, dappling the floor of the green wood. 

I use that image to describe the Chapel, but it doesn't do it justice. Verdant, eldritch, effervescent... these are the hues one might use to describe it, not the almost cartoonish colors an old game with blocky features offers. Light breaks through the dark, leafy ceiling over that green, and when it does, it casts shadows that of sunshine, creating glowing coronas that could be mistaken for auras were they breathing creatures rather than old-growth trees, many dead or dying, but draped in living velvet mosses and vines in some places, peat in damper, darker corners.

You might mistake it for a tomb-like place from my description, but that would be wrong. There is life not just in the plants that grow in such abundance here, but birds as well. No trace of loud music or any of the plague of noise that haunts cities is here, but there is sound, a cacophony of birdsong, high above in the treetops. 

My awe, this first time on these trails, is such that I spend little time today wondering whether the lovely Danielle will put out, whether I'll be granted the opportunity to sample the previously forbidden pleasure between her legs. It is she that makes the first move this time.

The Green Chapels trails are not easy ones to follow, but months of biking with our friends have given me an increasing endurance, and the only hard breathing I have now is when she suddenly moves up behind me, encircling an arm around my waist, slipping a hand down the front of my jeans, reminding me exactly what I was promised this week.

With so many varying hues of green, it's hard for the untrained eye to make sense of the place, but Dani has already decided on a place for us, one she would later tell me is called The Ascent, for the appearance of a great staircase covered in dark green carpeting that is actually nothing more than a hillside with natural terraces.

As before, and as I realize it is always going to be, because this is _her_ place, she disrobes me, and then herself. The odd landscape lends itself to some creativity if one has a mind for it, but Dani already knows what she wants, and pushes me back onto the pile of our clothing, a non-too-gentle landing that leaves me prone between two 'steps' upon The Ascent, my erection uncomfortably exposed to anyone who might pass by, even if were _are_ the only ones out here. Remembering the important things, I secure the condom, hastily sliding it onto my waiting cock.

Judging by the visible dampness between her legs, she is as ready for this as I am, and she's yet again taking on an almost wild persona that is Terra, a green goddess who wishes her patrons to do honor to her in her temple. The ... giddiness of the thought makes me want to giggle inanely, but the way she works her fingers between her legs with the almost feral light that I see in her eyes makes me catch my breath.

In that moment, I remember Danielle's lessons, and take a moment to enjoy them. Inhale and taste. Even with the damp earthy smell of the deep wooded wonderland we have entered, there is a distinct hint of musk that is not of this place, but girl standing in front of me. I've smelled it, tasted it once before, and now I recognize it as if it were a familiar perfume. Listen... yes, her breathing has sharpened, coming high and fast. She's ready for me and she wants it as much as I do. Reach out to touch her, but I am denied this last sensation for the moment.

With an approving nod, she approaches this offering, prone before her, and lowers herself onto the throne that awaits her. The sensation is as divine as her aspect, and the thin material of the condom is no bar to the pleasure of entering her tight pussy. Hazel eyes closing in pleasure at the penetration, she throws her head back with an audible sigh. Feeling some unknown constraint, she unties the band in her hair, and in that moment, she truly becomes something wild and untamed. She _is_ the goddess. 

Fully mounted upon my cock, Terra slides down upon it, then thrusts herself back again, raising and lowering her body in a motion that impales her and releases her, penetration and relief, teasing herself into greater heights of pleasure with each piston-like motion of her hips. One of her hands grasps her crotch, teasing both her clit and my cock as it moves back and forth over both, so wild is her fucking that she nearly loses her balance, and I finally find my own way to contribute to this experience with a tight grip upon her legs. 

It is a contribution that goes unnoticed, because she is lost in her own fucking. Unlike before, she does not speak, and sounds issues from her, they are moans of pleasure, loud and guttural, yet utterly feminine, the wellspring of pleasure that is ready to burst forth from the earth.

Such is the height of her self-inflicted passion and pleasure that she is the first to cum, issuing a keening cry of bliss, and the clenching of her pussy on my dick is all that is needed to tip the balance for me as well, causing me to spend my load within her. It must only be a few minutes, but it feels like an hour all told before we completely finish with each other, and when we are done, she stands, unsteadily, bow-legged as if she'd been fucked by some monster of a cock.

She is the first to speak, and when she does, all traces of Terra have fled, and she is simply Danielle again. "Very nice," she said, a lazy smile of satisfaction upon her face. "We'll be doing that again, sometime, oh yes."

Nothing to be said to that, because as much as I feel more like an observer in my own sexual act than an actual participant, I can't wait to do it again, and can only imagine where she'll want to take me next. We dress, make ready to return to our companions back on the trail, myself a few steps ahead of her, when she stops and those keen hazel eyes see something left behind. 

In that moment, her entire posture stiffens, everything about her broadcasting frost and outrage, and she looks at me with cold eyes that tell me that while Terra may not be present at the moment, but she's still in the building. I turn my attention to the spot where hers was just heartbeats before, and recognize my crime in an instant.

A discarded condom wrapper.

Looks like I'll be picking up trash with Danielle tomorrow after all.

~ End ~