1 comments/ 8777 views/ 0 favorites The Forest By: Softleo4u The early morning air was crisp as the light breeze whistled gently through the pine forests adjacent to the hotel with an eerie whine. The forest floor was carpeted with a thick layer of soft pine needles and the air scented with the fresh aroma of sweet pine fragrance. Altogether intoxicating. Dressed in our warm coats we stepped out the boundary gate, hand in hand we walked silently, contemplatively towards the tall army of trees. The early morning sun warming our faces and setting off the warm colours on your beautiful face. We had slept well after the explosive energy of the previous night – contentment personified. As we breached the tree line the sounds of the forest became more distinct, Christmas beetles and their shrill screams cut the air like dentists drills, stopping briefly to take in some air the pauses brought welcome relief from the din. We slipped into single file as we strolled steadily along through the neatly planted rows of trees. I was mesmerised by the swing of your hips and you shapely legs as you stepped out ahead of me, your tight little ass teasingly swaying just ahead of me – You could sense my lust and you loved the power it gave you over me as you deliberately chose the rip denim shorts for this walk knowing full well that they would drive me wild with desire. Working our way up the gently slope we came the edge of the plantation and stopped. Before us was a lush green valley, scattered rural huts covered the landscape and in the distance one could see a small waterfall feeding the river so vital to the rural existence in these parts. Standing momentarily to catch our breath an take in the tranquillity and beauty I stepped in behind you, putting my arms around your waste I pushed up into your back an gently kissed the back of your neck. Goose flesh waves spread down your arms as my lips gently caressed the nape of you neck. You leaned your head back and smiled, looking into my eyes. Turning around you lifted your arms up and around my neck and we embraced in a long and passionate kiss. Your tongue probing gently, slowly around my lips, the sensation sending shock waves of energy down my spine. As you press up against me you can feel the response deep in my loins as the bulge in my pants fills quickly and presses up against your leg – you sense the power you have as a women and it fuels your determination even more. Our progress was forward blocked by the framers fence, so we turn up and walked along the fence northwards toward the top of the hill. As we reach the top the fence turns abruptly west and back towards the hotel. Across the fence is virgin bush, un-spoiled by man and his economic pursuits. We stop and decide to explore the landscape a bit more. Stepping through the barbed wire fence, we make our wall along the grass ridge to the line of thorn bush trees in the distance. A flock of Hardi-daars, those ibis birds so endemic to the midlands screech wildly as we approach and fly off down the hill to more un-disturbed pastures. You flinch in surprise at the noise as they can give one quite a fright. Moving down the ridge we reach the edge of the bushveld, small flocks of birds dash feverishly about scavenging seeds and berries in their path. We hear the gently trickle of running water in the distance. That waterfall we saw earlier must be feeding this valley river and it must be close. The thorn bushes give way to large indigenous trees and bring welcome shade and coolness to our path. The soil beneath out feet is deep rich brown and black with decomposing leaves and branches providing a soft cushion for our boots as we walk towards the stream. Christmas beetles, crickets and spider webs abound. The path drops steeply and we need both hands to aid our decent over the rock path and low hanging branches. Deep green clumps of moss and clusters of autumn shaded fungus bespeckle the smooth black rocks that single the proximity of running water. We step into a shaded terrarium of ferns and forest lilies – a pair of deep green parakeets burst off a nearby branch and fly up into the tree tops. A stream of crystal clear ice cold mountain water cascades down the rock face, sheltered by thick overhanging trees into shallow pools of round river rocks as it winds its way through the forested valley towards the main river. The scene is breathtaking. Both of us are awestruck by the beauty and tranquillity of the scene. We stand in silence just taking it all in for a few moments. We have arrived. I reach out and take off my coat and yours, placing them down on a large smooth black rock that forms a stage from which we can sit and enjoy the magnificence of mother nature in all its unspoiled glory. Your body is hot from the long walk; a sheen of light perspiration covers your back. We sit, huddling next to each other arms clasped around our knees and just breath – the therapeutic effect it has on our beings is immeasurable as the stresses of a high pressure corporate life disappear like mists in the morning sun. It rejuvenates and recharges our spirits just sitting there contemplatively. I reach out and undo the laces on my boots slipping them off my feet bringing instant relief. I slip off my socks and my feet are immediately cooled by the fresh mountain air. I proceed to do the same for you, gently taking out your tender white feet and lightly massaging the circulation back into your beautiful manicured toes as I remove your socks. You smile affectionately and look deep into my eyes with those now dark and mysterious eyes of yours the eyes that penetrate my sprit and ignite the fire of desire in me – "penny for your thoughts?" I say and reach forward to kiss you lightly on the lips. "I love you" you whisper softly in my ear, and your eyes reflect the deep sincerity of your statement – nothing more needs to be said, no superlatives added or justification demanded – just love, unconditional and immediate. A strong gripping sensation rises deep in my chest as I reflect the love and desire to envelope you in my arms and somehow mould our bodies into one. Somehow I want to absorb you into me like two organic cells meeting under a microscope would melt into one another and become one. I smile back at you and I reach forward and kiss you tenderly on your mouth, our lips are moist from the humidity and it accentuates the chemistry between us as we kiss. – "I absolutely love you to" I say as I pull back and stand up. Grabbing your hands I pull you to your feet and we step forward to dip our feet into the ice cold water – it is electric. We stand in the middle of the gently flowing stream, the cold water sending shock waves up our feet. You step round and put your long arms around my neck we hug each other tenderly. The pressure of your hips against my navel gets the engine started, the stirring in my loins is soon manifested by the bulge in my pants and damp patch below my belt. I gently lift your t-top up your back as my hands caress the small of your back, now under your top, my hands move gently up, caressing, massaging and following the contours of your spine to reach you shoulder blades. I slowly unclasp your bra and gently pull it free from its position. Tossing it back onto our rock ledge I move my right hand up the front of your top and envelope your left breast in my large warm hand, gently circling the nipple as my left hand slips around you back and between your shots and butt. I gently squeeze your bum, pulling you tightly into my body. You arch you back in pleasure as I stimulate your senses across your firm body. Our lips probing each other and exploring always finding new and sensual ways to interact. By now the cold water is beginning to bite into our feet, so we move out and back up to the rock perch we have created overlooking this Eden paradise. You push me gently down onto the rock, my arms extended back to support my torso then you swing your legs over me and sit down on my lap facing towards me, your hands clasping my head gently an your dark eyes probing my face for information. You reach forward lightly kissing my lips, my eyes are closed as I absorb your energy. Before long the pressure in my pants becomes painful, and I must move to adjust the position, I squirm out under you, to stand up and release the buckle on my shorts, flicking the stud open I unzip and drop my karki shorts onto the floor, my manhood is pumping in my scants, love juice oozing into the crotch. Sitting next to me, you pull off my underpants and my cock swings out like a boom on a catamaran. You grab the beast in your hands and direct it gently into your mouth. Your tongue, licking and probing the head and shaft in slow rhythmic fashion. My body reels in waves of ecstasy as you stimulate the nerves. Gently clasping your head in my hands I guide your movement to maximise my pleasure. Your eyes, those intoxicating eyes looking up at me as if to say, "come on baby this is for you, cum, don't hold back" - I am getting dangerously close to climax, mercifully you pull back and I can breathe again. I sit down next to you and take a moment to just look into your eyes and be silent. I gently wipe the excess moisture dripping from around your beautiful lips and you smile loving at me. I drop my hands to lift your t-top up and over your head, your firm breasts glistening in the mottled light of the shady love nest. A stream of saliva drips down onto your chest and runs down over your breasts. My fingers move to caress your erect nipples, gently circling them and gripping them between my thumb and finger as I stimulate the sensory glands around them. I lean over you now as you arch yourself backwards to push your chest up and into my approaching face. Burying my head between you gorgeous tits I kiss and lick the saliva and body fluids on your body. My torso straddling yours as I move slowly down you chest and let my tongue navigate its way over the navel, seductively I probe around the belly button gently pushing in and out. My throbbing cock dripping fluids like a leaking tap, leaving thin streams of juice running down your soft white thighs. My left hand probes your crotch, rubbing your pussy firmly through your shorts, grabbing your butt every now and again to massage the maximus glutimus. Your squirm in ecstasy as the foreplay continues. I lift my head and look up your toned body now moist and warm, every sense heightened in anticipation of fulfilment of every lustful desire within you. I slowly unclasp you belt, push open the fly, gently easing open the zip. You lift your bum as I east the shots up an over your raised knees. I toss them lightly to the side. Your white cotton panties are damp with love juice, I bend down to take in the smell of your femininity, it drives me wild with desire for you as I let my lips and tongue probe your panties and inner thighs, my hands sill in under you bum and gently squeeze the muscles, my finger slipping in under the panties to probe your lips and asshole lightly. You thrust your hips forward seductively as if wishing for penetrating to occur and release the building tension inside you. Sensing your anticipation, I slip your panties off and toss them over your back; your fine brown bush of hair now soaked in wet juice invites my lips and tongue as I bury my head again into your crotch. Your hands reach over and push my head down, your fingers digging into my scalp as my tongue probes your lips and stimulates your pulsating clitoris. My tongue moves ever faster, driving waves of ecstasy up your groin and deep into your belly, your hips thrusting forward to draw in my stimulation. I lift my head to come up for a breath and then quickly get back to business. Slowing down I move the attention of my tongue up your navel across your tummy and up to your breasts, I can hear the pounding beat of your heart as I lick the sweet sweat off your heaving chest. As I reach your head, my throbbing cock, now dripping profusely in anticipation begins to probing your pussy, gently teasing the outer lips as it slides up and down your juicy pussy. You arms envelop me as you pull me in, your body no longer able to wait for the fulfilment of its desires, my cock sliding effortless into your hole, slippery and wet. I begin thrusting rhythmically in and out, unleashing waves of electrical sensation up and down each of our glistening bodies, the sensory glands working at full tilt by now. You let out a long moan as you thrust your hips forward to meet mine and the sensations rivet your nervous system with impulses of pure pleasure. "Make love to me my darling, fuck me fuck me" you say. "Don't stop", as you grab my ass and push it down into your groin. It drives my passion wild; I thrust like a wild animal pumping my meat stick into your pussy with ever increasing frequency. Your body starts to tighten, every muscle stats to quiver, I anticipate your cumming and my own climax is at the door, I cannot hold on much longer, the pressure is enormous. You scream out in ecstasy, your fingers digging into my back as you reach climax, my cock bursts like Mount Vesuvius, spewing its warm load deep into your virginal cavity, again and again I thrust, cum bursting out at each thrust, your body thrashing wildly as the demon of lust is exorcised. Eventually the energy dissipates and I drop down next to you, my cock softening, lops over to one side and we roll into each others arms, exhausted, fully satisfied and totally amazed at the perfection of the situation. You long leg between mine and your head nestled comfortably in my chest. We cuddle warmly. A pair of mating butterflies flit by as we gaze sheepishly up into the canopy of the forest, totally and utterly relaxed, such moments are rare indeed, we savour the moment, not knowing if and when we would ever experience this again. The Forest "God it smells so good out here." Thought Becca, she just loved being out in the Forrest. It was so peaceful and quite. She could think out here. She got busy setting up her camp. She had four whole days to herself. She put her tent up about twenty five feet from the edge of the river and her camp table up to the left of it. She strung a line for clothes and extra food between two nearby trees. After that she went to look for some rocks to make a fire ring with. That was easy. The river had plenty to choose from. Within minutes that was done. Now for the hard part. Firewood. So off she went. It only took a few minutes to find a fallen tree. Cutting it up was another story, but after thirty minutes of good hard work she had enough to do her a few days. It took her six trips to get it all into camp, but it gets pretty cold up here at night so the effort was well worth it. It doesn't get much better than a campfire and a river running in the background if you asked her. Sleep came easy that first night after all the hard work of setting up camp. The next day was full of fishing and reading. When she finally finished her book it was starting to get dark so Becca went down to the river to wash up the dishes and herself. She could not help but feel like she was being watched. She kept looking for whatever was making her feel like that and never saw anything. Finally she just figured it was some animal. The water was so cold, but after a day spent in the sun it felt pretty good. Once she was clean she grabbed her lantern and bedded down for the night with another book. The river running and the sounds of the night creatures soon made her sleepy. She rolled over and put out the lantern and got comfortable. Just as sleep was taking its hold on her she heard what sounded like footsteps. She sat up and listened but never heard it again. Thinking she was just hearing things she laid back down and within a few minuets was fast asleep. She woke just before dawn to the call of nature, so down to the river she went. Once done she guessed she had a couple more hours to sleep so she headed back to bed. She was stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the man standing between her and her tent. Where had he come from? As she opened her mouth to ask just what the hell he was doing he started to advance on her. She took a few steps back and he quickened his pace and she turned around and started to run. She could hear him right behind her. She only got a few hundred feet when he caught her. She rolled over and elbowed him in the face and tried to crawl away but he was having none of that. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back into him and wrapped his arm around her neck and started to squeeze. When Becca felt his arm around her neck she started fighting for all she was worth. She got her feet under her and tried to push him over, but he was so much stronger. She could feel herself start to slip away when he whispered in her ear " You put up a good fight little girl but your mine now." That made her so mad that she found the strength to shove him over. He let her go in order to break their fall. She rolled over and tried to run but the lack of oxygen got the better of her and fell back down. He was on her in a second. He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head and pressed all of his weight into her. She screamed at him in frustration. He just held her down until she wore herself out trying to buck him off. Once he was sure she had no fight left he moved both of her wrists into one hand and used the other to brush the hair out of her eyes. She had them squeezed shut. She looked so good lying there under him panting and sweating. He loved the way her breast heaved under her T shirt. He grabbed her by the jaw and kissed her. Becca was so shocked that she snapped her eyes open and stared at him. He turned her wrists loose to run his hand down her arm and cup her breast in his hand. She gasped when he rolled her nipple between his fingers. He took that opportunity to force his tongue inside. His kiss was so passionate that she found herself kissing him back. He broke the kiss to let his mouth travel down her neck. Becca could not help but moan at the feeling. Part of her was appalled at her behavior but she could not help herself, it felt so good. After a few moments of that he leaned back to look at her. He stared into her dark brown eyes and she into his vivid green ones. Her breaths were still very rapid but when he took out his knife she stopped breathing all together. He just gave her a crooked grin and cut her shirt off. She thought he would do the same to her panties but he stopped there. It was at this point that Becca realized that it was his rough treatment of her that was turning her on so much. When he leaned down and took her bare breast in his mouth she couldn't stop her self from reaching up and tangling her fingers into his hair. This must have turned him on because he grabbed her around the ribs and started ravishing her breast. She knew she would have bruises tomorrow but didn't care. He flicked her nipples with his tongue and then bit them. He had her panting loudly now. He worked his was down her body, biting at her as he moved. When he reached her panties he took his time removing them, stopping to bite her hips and thighs. Once he had them off he took his time once again to kiss and bite his way back up. When he reach her pussy and saw she had pierced her clit he whispered " Oh hell yeah." and grabbed her around the hips and went to work eating her out. Becca could not believe that she was being raped and loving it. His mouth felt so good. His tongue was driving her crazy. He found the spot behind the bottom ball of her piercing that hid her clit and rubbed it and started fingering her. Becca lost the ability to think strait. She moaned "Oh God." as she came all over him. He gave her a few minutes to recuperate and pulled her up onto her knees stood and offered her his dick. He tangled his hand in her hair and guided her to it. Under normal circumstances she would never have done it but she was so turned on that she didn't care and took him into her mouth and wrapped her hand around his base used her saliva as lubricant to jack him off and she blew him. He leaned his head back and moaned his pleasure. The closer he got the more forceful he became. She had never let a man force himself down her throat because she gagged so easily but she was determined to get him off. One good turn deserves another. She could taste his precum and hoped when he did cum she would be able to swallow without getting sick. To her surprise he pulled her off and pushed her over onto her back and rammed himself into her sopping wet pussy. Becca threw her head back and groaned. God he felt so good. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and planted her feet and fucked him back. He pushed himself up so he could look down an her. Her eyes were open but they had a glassy, unfocused look to them. He leaned down and kissed her. She ran her hands up his back ran her nails across his shoulders. As he threw his head back and moaned she took the opportunity to kiss his exposed neck. She could not help herself and bit him. He whispered " Oh God girl." in a passion strangled voice. They laid there on the Forrest floor fucking until the sun was well up before he finally came. Becca could not believe how long he could go. They laid in each others arms for a while, nether one had the energy to move. Finally Becca found the strength to say "That was amazing. We're going to have to do this more often." Her boyfriend just nodded his head and pulled her closer. The Forest It was a clear, warm summer evening and I couldn't sleep. Restless as usual, I decided a walk might bring on exhaustion. Throwing on a pair of trackies and my favourite t-shirt I stepped outside into the night. It was silent outside except for the insects and the odd owl. I walked to the east, out of town, towards the pine tree forests. I felt perfectly safe - I had done this walk millions of times before and never seen anybody out here at this time of night. I walked along the edge of the pines, enjoying the warm breeze flowing over my skin. Clearing my thoughts, I relaxed completely, at home among the trees. I walked deeper into the trees without realising. Before I knew it I could no longer see the lights of the town or the stars above. The moon shone weakly through small gaps in the trees somewhere to my right. It was time to be getting back. It came so suddenly out of the silence: the flapping of wings above and claws ripping into my arm as I tried to fight it off. As quickly as it came it was gone, the owl gliding silently onto a branch not far away. I watched it, clutching my scratched arm - it had gouged deeply near my wrist. My breathe froze as I realised that beneath the owl stood a man. He stood squarely, his long hair tied back, his chest bare, his eyes fixed on mine. I saw longing there. I saw a contest and a prize to be won. He would have me no matter what. Like a rabbit caught in headlights I was stunned until a small movement out of the corner of my eye brought me out of it. I was in the middle of the forest, alone, and bleeding. And there was a man out here who was twice my size and would kill me without breaking a sweat. I ran. My feet pounded deftly through the undergrowth, towards the road. That was my goal. As long as I got to the road I would be able to see the town lights. Surely he wouldn't dare to follow me along the road. I glanced back to see if he was following, but he was nowhere. I breathed a bit easier as I saw a clearing up ahead - I was nearly there. And then, suddenly, there he was. An arms length away from me he met my path and blocked it. I screamed and stopped mid-stride. His eyes, again, were captivating. They were wild. He looked liked a wild man; a man who would not be talked down. I held my arms out between us, palms up, trying to calm myself as much as him. "It's okay. I was just going back into town. I didn't mean to trespass..." I said, breathlessly, trying to take control of the situation. Control which was obviously his. He stepped toward me. I stepped back. "No, no... You stay there, shhhh, you stay right there," like trying to calm a wild animal. A thousand things were racing through my mind. How could I get out of this alive? My voice started to shake as I continued, "I'm just going to go back into town, and I'll never tell anyone you're out here. I won't tell anybody I promise. Just let me go back to town and it'll all be okay. It'll all be fine, okay?" The authority I was trying to convey just wasn't working. His eyes were merciless, hunting, black. I took a deep breathe. I had to get out of here. He stalked toward me, while I retreated back. I glanced behind me, checking my path, and in that split second he came toward me, gripping my wrists tightly. I pulled back, fighting, kicking, and lost my balance. As I fell over a branch, he let me fall to the ground, landing on top of me heavily. I screamed. I beat at his chest with my free arms before he caught them again in one hand. His eyes bore into mine inexorably. His weight lifted off me as he stood up and pulled me up with him. I breathed heavily in relief. I stumbled as he turned me around and pulled me against his chest, his one hand still gripping my wrists, his other hard on my waist. He pushed me forward, so that we were walking back into the forest. I gasped involuntarily, flinching, as he moved his hand on my wrist and pressed into the open wound caused by his malevolent owl. He moved his hand further up my arm, closer to my elbow and tightened his grip again. We walked in this strange fashion for a while until we were so deep in the pines I couldn't see the moon. I just barely made out the shape of a hut in the darkness when it came. And then I realised we had reached our destination. It all became too real again. I struggled, pushing back against him, digging my feet into the ground. "No, no, no..." I begged. He ignored my pleas. Shifting his weight he turned around so that he was dragging me backwards, and pulled me easily towards the door. We went inside and he threw me into the far corner of a black room. He shut the door. I could hear him moving about inside the hut. Just as I was about to race to the door, he struck a match and I could see that if I moved an inch he would be at the door before I would. The room was sparse, with very little furniture, and a large rug in its centre. As I took in my surroundings, he moved about the room lighting candles. Then he was in front of me with something in his hands. He knelt down and reached toward my right arm. I saw that he was holding a first aid kit. He wanted to bandage my wrist. Incredulous though it was, he very gently and slowly, as if he didn't want to scare me, cleaned the blood from my arm and gauzed and bandaged the gash above my wrist. As soon as it was done he backed away from me and went to put the first aid kit away. I cradled my arm and looked to the door again. He was in my path again. His large frame blocked my line of vision as he moved to the center of the rug and sat down, cross-legged, facing me. He motioned toward me. He wanted me to sit with him. I looked at the door again. His eyes blocked mine again. He hadn't said a word the whole time, yet his eyes managed to convey, at each moment, a message. Right now they were saying, "I don't want to hurt you. But I will if I have to." I stood and walked to the edge of the rug. He motioned in front of him, leaning back against him. I began to tremble. I moved to him, sitting cross-legged in front of him, my back to him. I whimpered as his arms came around me: one around my waist, the other over my left shoulder and across my chest. Slowly he pulled me back into him. With his hand at my right shoulder, he pulled down the neck of my t-shirt, revealing cold skin. His lips brushed over my neck, my shoulder, as silent tears ran from my eyes. My breathing stopped. He pulled my t-shirt down my front and leaned over me to kiss the front of my neck skillfully. His hand began to knead my breast. He moved himself closer to me, his leg propped next to me now. He devoured my skin. His left arm, which had been holding my arms so that I could not fight, now wandered under my t-shirt, trailing along my waist, fluttering up to my breasts, touching me through my bra. He began to lift my t-shirt, sliding it up along my skin and lifting my arms to guide it off. My breathing came raggedly as the warm air brushed over me. The silent tears continued. Tears of fear, hate, incomprehension, anger, betrayal, helplessness. He curled his right arm now over my shoulder and across my chest, moving his soft kisses along the left side of my neck, shoulder, chest. His right leg curled around my waist, pulling him even closer, while his hands kneaded my breasts through my bra. Slowly he inserted his fingers under the lace and cupped my breasts inside the bra. A small betraying gasp escaped me. I could feel him smile against my skin. He leisurely moved to my right, his leg now bent over my front, his chest at my side, his hand making trails over my back, his eyes now able to rape mine explicitly. He moved his lips to mine, playing with my resistance. His hands exploring my naked torso, his lips my soul, I could no longer escape. He carefully picked up my hands, placing them on his bare chest. I pushed him away softly, weakly, until I could no longer resist his assault. I began to move my hands over his chest, to feel the muscles, the small scars, the ridges and curves of his body. Bit by bit, his hands moved down my body, lingering on the outside of my thighs, my knees, the waistband of my trackpants. My movements matched his, my hands resting on the coarse denim of his jeans. With his silken hand on my chest and his lips at my throat, he carefully shifted his weight, moving his leg from behind me, bringing his body in front of mine, pushing me softly back into the rug. Our legs tangled as I uncrossed mine and he moved his hands purposefully to my waistband. With his eyes on mine, just in case I would still fight, he deftly slid my trackpants down my now straightened legs, letting his hands slide over them, as he did so. Certain that I would not move now, that I was too far gone, he repeated the action with my underpants, kissing my soft skin with his lips as he slid the fabric over my waist, my private centre, my thighs, my knees, my calves, my ankles. He moved back up my body, caressing my curves as he went, resting his head at the lips between my legs. As his tongue flicked over me, I could not repress a moan of longing. He suckled gently and I groaned hungrily. There were no longer any thoughts of escape or of fighting this gentle lover. There was just unbridalled lust, need, passion. As my need became more insistent, as his lips and tongue and fingers explored my most intimate places, I began to move my body beneath him. My hands clutched the rug and his shoulders and head alternately until I could feel the telltale tension building within me. As I began to thrust myself into him he mercilessly moved his focus back up my body to my breasts. Caressing my lips with his, he let his hands wander over my breasts and slide behind my back to undo the clasp. This done he gently slid the straps over my wandering arms. My insistence began to build again, as he ravished my naked body, suckling my nipples while brushing his fingers between my legs, entering me with one finger at a time. He brought me again almost to the point of release before abandoning my need once more. Yearning now, my hands done exploring his bare skin, I unhooked the button on his jeans and hastily pushed down his zipper. He obliged me by removing the jeans himself and he was finally laying against me, naked skin against naked skin. Our eyes locked in our final embrace, my hands explored this new territory, tracing the curves of his buttox, the powerful build of his hips, until he took my hand to what I was most hesitant to touch. He curled me around his manhood, strong, enormous, seductive. 
I stroked, touched, flicked, cupped, could feel him jump and start at each delicious sensation. I could feel the blood coarsing through him, the power build within. His wild growl brought me back to earth, his eyes shining with more than hunger, more than need, more than lust. His eyes met mine as he took my arms in his, pulled them easily above my head on the rug and thrust deeply into me. I screamed as he plunged into me, a scream of pleasure. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him, bigger than I had ever experienced. I could feel my muscles rippling around him as he moved slowly, pulling himself almost completely out before thrusting hard again. Deeply, gently, slowly, he began to move inside me, writhed with me on the rug. His lips devoured mine almost as completely as his manhood was, hunting for sweet release. As we began to build he thrust faster, shorter, coarsely, assaulting me insistently. Again he slowed, deepened, arched my back to meet him and plunged again. My moans of ecstasy matched his growls as his fingers traced over my naked body, supporting, tantalising, caressing. I locked my legs around his hips as he thrust deeper and I could feel myself build around him again. My fingers curled into his back as I was drawn closer with every thrust. I felt him grow bigger, expanding with the need for release, the pressure building intense and smoldering, before he spilled his seed deliciously into me. I felt it coming, my intensity building as he found my most sensitive spot, and I was tipped over the edge into complete abandon. We writhed together, our sounds of release spreading around us. We lay together like that for the rest of the night, and repeated the act twice more before morning rose over the pine forest and I was forced to go back to my home. Summer evenings have certainly changed for me now as my silent lover and I hunt to ease our lust. The Forest By Moonlight Her flimsy white dress blew out around her in the wind as Lela hugged her arms to her chest, wishing desperately that she'd brought a coat. Trees towered over her alongside the path but did little to block the wind, they were mostly leafless this time of year. She shivered and pulled her arms tighter around herself, thinking fleetingly of going home but instantly rejecting the idea. Something about the wording in the letter she received held her here. The things it said had sounded ridiculous but it seemed almost deadly serious. So she stood here in the moonlight at the entrance to the forest just outside town, waiting for midnight to strike. Perhaps she was the ridiculous one. She wasn't missing a chance to gain the power the letter had mentioned though. Even if it would involve this. You must be prepared to give yourself to a man entirely, the letter had stated. If this was some cheap ploy to get her in bed she'd kill whoever was behind it, but if they could actually give her the power they promised... she smiled despite the cold. It would all be worth it then. A jacket would have at least made the waiting bearably but her instructions had been very clear. Wear only a single white dress and dark shoes, nothing else, but you may wear any jewelry you want. Odd instructions she thought, but it was worth going through some discomfort for what she had been promised. Another shiver caught her and she thought again that she should have brought a coat. It could have even been white. She was wearing one of the only white dresses she owned, it wasn't really her color. The dress was sleeveless with thin spaghetti straps that came down into a V-shape over her ample breasts. It tightened around her waist before flaring out into a lace cut-out patter as it reached almost to her feet. At least it offered her legs some small protection from the wind. She had on black flats which were already dirty enough she was probably going to throw them out when she got home. Her long jet-black hair hung down just past her shoulders. She felt uncomfortable with it loose like this. She always kept it tightly tied up at work. Far be it for any of those bastards to see anything feminine about her. She gritted her teeth just thinking about the office. The only thing worse than the glass ceiling was enduring the lecherous glances those morons gave her. As if she was too stupid to see it! They weren't even subtle enough to wait until her back was turned half of the time. Making the hour-long drive from her small town into the city was hell in the morning, thinking about what she'd have to put up with. Thinking about the times someone would grab her ass on the way out of a conference room, or accidentally brush a hand against her chest in the elevator, made her mad enough to forget the cold. The only time she'd dared to complain her boss had told her in no uncertain terms that she'd have to learn to deal with her coworkers if she wanted to keep working here. She'd show him though, that asshole. She'd show all of them. A bird's call and a flutter of wings from a tree nearby startled her enough that she flinched, jerking her arms up towards her head. A crow burst out from the forest and soared up into the dark sky above her until it was lost. She lowered her arms and breathed a sigh of relief. This was getting to her too much; maybe it was time to forget about it. "Lela, we are ready for you," a deep male voice came from the woods. She jumped again, her heartbeat racing. She hadn't heard anyone approach. She turned back toward the woods and saw two figures standing on the path leading into the trees, both wearing full-length black robes with hoods drawn up over their heads. In the moonlight she couldn't make out any details of their faces. "You kept me waiting long enough," she said sharply, trying to cover her fear, "let's go." "Not so fast," the other figure spoke, raising his head slightly and bringing up his hands. In them Lela could see what looked like rope. "I can walk myself," she said quickly, taking a step back. What was she getting herself into? "You must be bound for the journey," the other figure said, "however we will do nothing against your will." He raised an arm, the hand barely visible at the end of a long black sleeve, and pointed back the way she'd come. "You may leave now if you wish, and no one will speak of this to you again." "No," she said, struggling to make her heart stop beating so far, "No I'm ready." The figure holding the rope walked around behind her and she stood still, peering at the other figure. She hoped figure out what he looked like but it was impossible without more light. She felt her hands pulled back behind her and tied together gently but firmly. The ropes were smooth and didn't hurt her wrists. As the man tying her finished she gave an experimental tug at the knot but the ropes didn't budge at all. Smooth but strong. She wouldn't be getting out of this herself. She had to bite back panic again as a cloth strip descended over her field of vision. She could feel him tying it behind her head so it fit snugly over her eyes. "Is the really necessary?" She asked, her voice sounding higher than she meant it to. "Do you want to leave?" A voice came from in front of her. "No," she said again, lowering her head with a resigned sigh. Apparently that was all she was going to get out of them. If they thought they could bully her for long they'd have another thing coming. She'd show everyone when all this was over. She felt a hand on each of her shoulders and she was pulled forwards. She stumbled and the hands tightened on her arms, keeping her upright until she regained her footing. She blew to move a strand of hair that had drifted in front of her face and started again, stepping carefully with the hands guiding her. She walked slowly, holding herself back, afraid of tripping completely or running into a tree. After a few yards she loosened up and began to walk faster, begrudgingly trusting the invisible hands to guide her. They walked for what seemed like ages, going in a direction she thought was deeper into the woods. She tried to ask a question once but was greeted with silence from both sides and didn't try again. A few times her feet caught against a root or a rock in the path and she stumbled but each time the men holding her arms kept her upright. She thanked them the first time but after getting only silence in return she didn't bother the next few times. Wonder and anxiety had finally started to turn to boredom when at last they pulled her to a stop. She could feel warmth coming from somewhere ahead and hear what sounded like a fire crackling. "Who are you?" a voice came from somewhere in front of her. The man on her right prodded her roughly in the side and she stepped forward, surprised. "Lela Norwood," she said, her voice shaking. "What is your name?" the voice ahead of her repeated. "Lela Norwood," she said with more certainty. "What is your name?" the voice said again, louder this time. Lela turned her head to look back and forth, as if she could somehow see the answer through her blindfold. With a sinking heart she realized what they wanted. "Delilah Norwood," she said with her head downcast. Just saying her full name made her feel ashamed. It wasn't a fitting name for a business woman. "Delilah Norwood," the voice continued, making her flinch, "are you prepared?" "Yes," she said quickly. She'd read the note and had no illusions about what this would involve, but she'd fucked people for worse reasons. She'd survived college, hadn't she? One night of faking enthusiasm and she'd have everything she wanted. She felt the ropes on her hands loosen and fall away. Gratefully she rubbed her hands together trying to restore circulation, that horrible pins-and-needles feeling was covering them now. She hadn't thought the ropes were that tight. Hands were on her arms again, leading her forwards. She walked more confidently now that she could hold her hands out in front of her. She was stopped again soon but she could hear rustling around her, and feel eyes staring at her. It was a feeling she'd grown quite accustomed to noticing. Lela pulled her head up high and reminded herself it would all be over soon. She felt hands on her sides pulling the fabric of her dress up and she stiffened. There was no way to tell how many people were around her but her dress rose smoothly as they gathered the folds of it up. She felt them pull it up around her hips and over her stomach. They were especially careful pulling it over her breasts and up around her blindfolded head as they removed it from her body. Her naked breasts flopped awkwardly against her as they came free and she had to resist reaching up to grab them. She hated not wearing a bra. Lela felt someone readjusting her blindfold to make sure it was still securely over her eyes. She stood clad only in black panties and a blindfold, facing an unknown number of men. Heat from the fire beat against her body, warming her pale skin. More hands were pushing against her left ankle now. She raised her leg slightly and they pulled her shoe off then repeated the movement for the other foot. The ground felt soft under her feet, not rough like she'd expected. A hush crept over the crowd; she could feel everyone get still. Worse she could feel a million eyes boring into her. She fought the urge to turn and cover herself with her arms. There was no reason to show weakness in front of these people. "You were instructed to wear nothing but a white dress!" Came a voice again from in front of her, and before she could open her mouth to defend herself she felt ice cold metal press against her left hip. She jerked away involuntarily but hands were there to hold her still. The hands were freezing too and goose bumps broke out across her skin. A shiver went through her body as the cold metal at her hip sliced through the thin fabric of her panties. "Those are silk!" she cried out on protest but no one answered as the knife cut through her panties on the right side and they were pulled away. She heard the fire crackle and voices around her laughed. They'd burned one of her best pairs of underwear! "Come forward," the voice ahead of her called out, making no mention of the protests she'd uttered. Lela waited for the usual hands to take her shoulders but nothing happened. After a few seconds she hesitantly stepped forward with one foot then brought the other one up so she was standing a few inches closer to the voice. "Continue," she heard. Still weary she began to slowly walk forward. Each step was slow and delicate while she searched with her foot for obstacles before putting it down. It must have taken her a few minutes to move twenty feet and she was perspiring both from the fire and the concentration it took. Her struggle was finally brought to an end when the man in front of her spoke again. "Stop," the voice came again and Lela gratefully lowered the foot she'd been about to move with and stood still, straining to see anything through the blindfold. Suddenly it was loosened and lifted off her head leaving Lela blinking in the sudden light of a bonfire in front her. The first thing she saw as her eyes adjusted was a man standing directly before her in front of the fire. He was silhouetted by the light behind him leaving his features a mask of black but she could tell he wore the same robe as the men who'd brought her here except his hood was thrown back revealing the outline of short hair and a strong looking neck. As her eyes grew accustomed to the light she could make out more figures standing in a circle around them. Something told her it would be a bad idea to turn around and look behind her but she guessed there were maybe twenty people in all enclosing her, the stranger, and the bonfire. "Are you ready Delilah?" he asked. She took a second now to glance back and forth a little to get a better feel for her surroundings. Everyone in the circle was wearing the same full-length black robe with a hood pulled over their head and many of them were holding torches up, but to the side so their faces weren't illuminated. "I'm ready," Lela said as she mentally resigned herself to whatever was about to happen. The figure reached out his hand with the palm up, fingers curled expectantly, and she put her hand in his. He turned and led her around the bonfire. The ground felt nice against her feet and the fire's heat played off her skin. As they rounded the large fire she saw a large five-pointed star painted on the ground. It must have been over six feet across, with lines as wide as her head in white seemingly painted onto the moss covering the ground. She stared at the man leading her and he released her hand then gestured towards the circle. She didn't move though, instead she stood still just staring at him in confusion. "Lay down," he said after a few moments and pointed again to the circle. Lela shook her head to clear her thoughts and moved slowly towards it. As her foot crossed the outer circle she felt a jolt like when touching a doorknob shocked her. She hesitated with one foot on each side of the line, her naked body half in and half out of the circle, before pushing herself to continue walking until she stood in the center. Gingerly Lela lowered herself to the ground but found it still quite comfortable, if chilly. She lay back with her head away from the fire and her feet pointed towards it. Around her she heard more footsteps and looked up to see a hooded figure coming to stand at each point of the star. There were five of them in all and each carried a torch. They pushed back their hoods now and she was surprised to see that it was not all men but women too. She even knew some of them! A woman standing near her left foot worked at a little shop in town, and she thought she recognized the man behind her from the grocery store in town. If his face wasn't upside down to her she'd know for certain. The man in charge stopped her from wondering as he stepped between her and the fire. Facing away from her towards the fire he bent forwards, reaching down with both hands, and grasped the bottom of his robe. He pulled it up slowly over his body revealing handsome legs and a tight looking butt. His back was no less manly and as he pulled the robe over his head and tossed it aside she could see his short but wild looking hair settle back into place. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all. The stranger turned towards here with firelight shining over his shoulders and she drew her breath in sharply. His cock was fully erect and she saw it in profile as he turned, he was huge. He walked towards her slowly and she braced herself for the inevitable too-quick penetration but all he did was kneel down in front of her. "You may call me master for tonight," he said in a soft gentle voice. Somehow it didn't come off as obnoxious, but as if that really was his name. He didn't wait for a reply before taking one of her ankles in each hand and slowly sliding her legs apart. Lela bent them at the knee, pulling them back towards herself and out for a more comfortable position. "You must be cold," the man, Master, continued, "let me warm you up." He bent forward, running his hands up to her knees and then down along her thighs. He slowly lowered his head to follow them until she felt his warm breath against her sex. An involuntary shudder ran through her as his tongue gently brushed her nether lips. She bit her tongue to stifle a moan and dug her fingers into the soft moss on the ground as his tongue continued its explorations. Gently he licked the length of her slit before poking his tongue into her folds, searching for her clitoris. He found it quickly and she moaned aloud as he ran his tongue in circles around her little bump. Lela could feel herself getting wet as he toyed with her, but if he minded he didn't show it. He was lapping at her more deeply now, running his tongue up and down her slit. As he hit her clit again she couldn't keep herself from arching her back and calling out "Master!" She grabbed the back of his head with one hand, twisting her fingers through his unruly hair as she let her hips grind against his mouth. He worked his tongue expertly, lapping at her juices until she thought she'd scream. He must have sensed she was close to climaxing because he pulled his head back. Despite her unconscious efforts to hold him against her crotch he moved back easily. He was strong; she could feel it in his grip on her thighs. "Are you ready Delilah?" He asked her. The light from the torches behind her head showed her juices still glistening on his lips. "I'm ready," She replied hoarsely, not even flinching at the sound of her full name. From this stranger's lips it sounded almost mystical. He leaned back, kneeling in a pose that made her think of Japanese geisha, and raised his arms to the sky. Behind him the fire blazed up as it someone had thrown petrol on it and he called out in a deep guttural tone words that she couldn't make out. Around them the five torch bearing figures began a slow rhythmic chant. It started off barely audible but soon Lela could make out distinct syllables even if she couldn't understand them. From outside the circle the sound of drumming started, matching the slow chant. Before Master, lowered his hands and looked down at her. She tried to meet his gaze evenly but she was still breathing hard from the tonguing he'd given her. He looked her in the eyes as he leaned forward again and lowered himself down until his naked body was pressed against hers. Supporting himself with one hand he reached between her legs and guided his bulging member to the opening of her cunt. She felt the tip of it brush against her dripping wet slit. It felt so good she clenched up automatically, twisting her hips towards him. Master smiled as he entered her, his cock forcing her wide open as it plunged deep into her waiting pussy. He grunted, lowing himself onto her more as so his head came down on her shoulder. He began to thrust into her slowly and rhythmically, keeping time with the chanting going on around them. She wrapped her arms around his back, digging the nails into his skin. He felt amazing inside her, it had been so long since she'd felt anything other than her vibrator, and it wasn't this big. The speed of his thrusts increased steadily until she was bucking her hips against him wildly, her mouth opened in a wordless scream as his cock mercilessly pounded into her. The chant was faster now, matching his thrusts into her, running like a constant melody in her head. "Oh god it's so good," she finally managed to yell. "Are you ready?" Master asked. "I'm so ready," Delilah squeaked out between gasps. She was losing herself in the chanting, losing herself to this handsome stranger. "Then say it!" He commanded with his mouth right beside her ear. "I'm ready!" She screamed, looking up at the stars through the trees overhead. "What is your name?" He asked. "Master!" She said, her head foggy from the endorphins rushing through her, thinking he wanted her to call his name aloud. "Your name!" He yelled into her ear, "Say it!" "Delilah," she said softly, unsure of herself. "Yell it!" He shouted, "Proclaim it to the heavens!" She paused for a second to gather her breath as his hips slammed against hers, driving his cock deep inside her with every thrust. The figures around them were chanting quickly, the drumbeat a fury of blows in the background. "I am Delilah!" She screamed over his shoulder, staring up towards the black sky. At the sound of her name he released inside her. She felt him shove against her one final time and stay pressing deeply into her as jets of hot cum shot from his cock inside her. She could feel him twitch with each spurt until at last he collapsed panting on top of her.