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Wood

By: rosehight



They say that some people see the trees, and other people see the forest. It's a metaphor for how you see life -- some people are detail-oriented and others like to look at the bigger picture.

Me? I see neither the forest nor the trees. I see... the wood. Every knothole, every line becomes something in my eyes: this one an armoire, this one a dressing table. I smell linseed oil and sawdust instead of the forest air; instead of birdsong I hear the sharp, high whine of the sander.

I'm a carpenter, before you ask -- a cabinetmaker, a restorer -- someone whose life revolves around wood and its manifestations. I've been in this line of work my whole life -- at twelve I was building my own crude cupboards and boxes; at fourteen I was doing basic restoring and finally, by sixteen, I'd become apprenticed to a master carpenter who taught me all I needed to know about wood and how to work with it.

That was maybe twenty years ago, and not a day has gone by when I haven't touched the stuff. I run my own little business now, making custom furniture that gets fetched once a month by my distributor who takes it to the city and sells it for exorbitant prices. The stuff is exquisite, if I do say so myself -- clean and classic, though I like to put in exotic little touches that hark of Morocco and Bali. I like to play with line and colour, mixing stained wood and unstained, dark and light, straight, sharp edges and gentle sloping curves. On the side I do restorations, mostly for my local community, but I've done some for museums too. It earns me a comfortable living.

And so, I can afford to take off for a month each year to go searching for wood. I've been to Bali for teak and to Brazil for Rosewood; I've been to central Africa for Zebra wood and iron wood and ebony. Each wood is unique, and sometimes I just stare at it, willing something beautiful and useful to emerge.

Even the stuff that gets brought to me for restoration is distinctive in some way. They come in worm-ridden or termite-chewed or cigarette burned, parched for oil, humbled by neglect. But I see it in each and every one -- the immortality of wood, the way it hides layers under layers, the way it provides a backdrop to human life. Even the grain of wood is beautiful -- sometimes like a woman's hair blowing in the breeze, sometimes like a swift river, the patterns forever frozen.

It's a simple life, really. I have the wood to occupy me; I live on a smallholding just outside a little community which is surprisingly rural, considering its proximity to the city. There's my house and a small barn, most of which I built myself -- the barn houses my wood stocks, neatly stacked under tarpaulins, and my workshop is a light, airy room on the back of the house.

I have a modest garden which a neighbourhood teen comes over once a week to keep in good condition -- sometimes customers will come directly from the city -- occasionally even from out of state -- to see my furniture, and I like to have a place to entertain them. Beyond my backyard is an open field and beyond the field, the forest. It is from the field that May emerges, out of the blue.

I am contemplating a new shipment of rosewood on the fateful day of May's arrival. It is a delicate wood, good for soft, womanly things -- and I am considering a dressing table or a kitchen dresser. I am so lost in my thoughts that it takes some time for the barking to penetrate my hearing.

There's a dog outside my workshop. I stand up and walk to the windows, irate at the interruption. It's a nondescript brown mutt with oversized ears, and the sight of me at the window elicits a fresh volley of barking. Must be a tourist, I think irritably. The locals know better than to let their dogs run amok in my backyard.

"Plato!" A voice adds to the racket. "Plato you dumb mutt, shut up and come here right this instant!"

She emerges from behind the bramble bushes, carrying a lead. Her blonde hair is straggly from sweat; there is a smudge of dirt across one cheek and intruding onto her forehead like a pale archipelago. Her cheeks are glowing brightly and she moves with swift, strong grace. I imagine that if she stamped her foot, she'd rocket into the sky and soar across the treetops.

She sees the dog, scowls, then looks up and sees me. An unmistakeable expression of annoyance and dread flits across her pretty young features. She waves a hand at me. I lift a hand in greeting.

The dog has noticed her by now and has stopped barking in favour of bounding up to her and planting a pair of muddy paws on her jeans by way of greeting. Undeterred by the friendly show, she clips on the leash. I let myself out of the workshop and into the garden.

"Hi there," she says immediately. "Look, I'm really sorry about the dog, I'm 'sitting my grandfather's house and I thought I'd take him for a walk -- big mistake. I'm really sorry if he disturbed you."

"That's OK." I smile at her. She can't be more than twenty, maybe even younger. "Your grandfather? Is that Edmund?" Edmund Harris is a retired professor who lives in a comfortable house to the west of my plot -- I've run into him a few times at the grocery store and we always got on pretty well.

She grins. "Yup, that's Gramps."

"So you're house sitting, huh? Sure isn't the best way to spend a summer vacation, especially not out here where there's nothing to do in a radius of fifteen miles."

She looks surprised. "I never really thought of that -- there's a lot to keep me busy at my my granddad's place. Oh yeah, I'm May, by the way. Sorry, I'd shake your hand but I'm pretty grubby right now."

"Don't worry about it. I'm David."

"Pleased to meet you, David." She glances down at the dog. "Sheesh -- my granddad warned me he was a handful. I'm sorry if we bothered you in the middle of anything important."

"Nah, not really," I lie. It's hard to be annoyed with her. There's a wild, childlike quality that hangs around her like sweet perfume and I can't take my eyes off of her.

"Hey, I know this is a lot to ask, but could I use your bathroom?" May asks unexpectedly, rudely interrupting my romantic thoughts.

"Sure! Er... what about um, Plato?"

She ponders for a second. "I guess I'll just tie him up out here. I'd let him loose but I'm scared he'll run off again." Even as she speaks, she's looping the leash around the low brass pipe of an outdoor faucet. "OK -- that looks secure. Wait here, boy, I'll be back in a minute."

I laugh inwardly, wondering how many devoted human boyfriends she's done that to. She looks like the type of girl who can turn a young man's knees to jelly and his resolve to nil.

"Sorry about the state of my workshop," I say, opening the door for her, even though my workshop is swept and neat and thus in a rare condition of cleanliness.

"Oh wow... you make this stuff?" She stops to gawk for a second at an unfinished bedstead. One half is inlaid with intricate vine patterns in lighter wood; the other is awaiting completion. Her eyes travel from the bedstead to its matching bedside tables, to a pair of low armchairs that I recently finished carving, to a tall wardrobe. "This is magnificent."

"Thanks."

May walks to the bedstead and crouches next to it. She raises her fingers and gently traces the outline of the wood, as though searching for something. She seems perplexed. "Hey, could I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"What attracted you to woodwork?"

"I'm good at

She looks for a second longer and then glances at me. "Um, the bathroom...?"

"Oh yeah, sorry... just through that door and it's the second door on the left."

"Thank you so much!" She bounces off.

I walk outside again and watch Plato, who is alternating between good-naturedly trying to chew the leash and scratching his ear with his hind paw. May soon emerges, her face clean and her hair brushed back. She's putting a hairbrush back into her tiny backpack as she walks out of the workshop, and as she glances up at me I notice that her eyes are blue-green, translucent and bright.

"Thanks so much," she's saying. "I really appreciate it."

"It's no problem."

She seems to think for a moment, and then turns to me. "Hey, you know -- you're the first one of my granddad's neighbours I've actually met so far. Um... would you like to join me for dinner this evening?"

I'm surprised at the sudden invitation. "Er... I guess that would be OK."

"Look, if you don't want to..."

"No, I'd like to."

She smiles her sudden smile. "Cool! To be honest, I'm getting kind of bored just cooking for Plato and me."

"What time should I come by, then?

"Would seven be OK?"

"Sure -- that'd be great."

"Anything I can bring?"

"Mmm... a bottle of wine would be good. I'm a little scared to touch Granddad's collection."

"You're um... old enough to drink then?" I ask cautiously, and immediately feel like a total ass. "I mean, no offence or anything, just..."

She chuckles, her laughter bubbling to the surface. "I'll be twenty-three in a few months' time, if it makes you feel any better."

For some reason, that takes me by surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah, would you like to see my driver's license?"

The conversation is interrupted by a low, rumbling peal of thunder overhead. I glance at the murky gathering clouds. "Looks like rain. You better get going or you'll be caught in the worst of it." I feel a bit of a cad, making her walk home, but there are some chairs outside that I need to move indoors before the rain.

If she thinks me rude, she doesn't show it. "All rightly then," she says cheerfully. "I'll see you at seven then."

"Good bye, May."

She waves a casual hand and trips off, Plato dragging her along.

* * *

It's been a while since I had dinner with a woman, I muse as I try on shirts that evening. I have a couple of fancy things for when I go up to the city to meet clients and show my face in the showroom, but for the most part my wardrobe is classic trucker -- plaid shirts, scruffy T-shirts and worn jeans.

Not that this is a date, I remind myself. It's dinner with a neighbour. A young, temporary neighbour who invited me because she was just bored with the place.

In fact, the last time I had dinner with a woman was about two years ago, with Elaine. We dated for a long, long time, but somehow it all just fell apart. She had her law career and I had my furniture, and at some stage both of us decided that we may as well be apart as together.

I turn my attention back to this evening, and settle on the least scruffy T-shirt and plaid combination. At least I smell good, I think ruefully. I walk to the dining room and pick up my truck's keys and the bottles of wine I selected that afternoon, one red and one white. Of course I don't plan for us to drink them both tonight, but I forgot to ask what she wanted.

The drive to old man Harris's place takes all of ten minutes. The rain started about an hour after May left, and it's been pouring since. I push aside concerns over whether my tarpaulins are properly secured and turn into the driveway. As I pull to a stop, the door flies open and May herself bursts out, waving ferociously.

"Bang on time!" she yells over the noise of the rain as I duck into the shelter of the porch. "The food's totally ready -- I think I put it into the oven a little early."

I scrape my boots on the mat and poke my head into the house. "Gees -- that smells delicious! What is it?"

"Oh, just a quiche," she says airily. "And pie for later."

"Quiche?" I stop and stare at her -- she motions for me to follow her to the kitchen.

"Is that a, 'I don't know what quiche is' quiche, or an 'I can't believe you made quiche!' quiche?" she enquires.

I chuckle. "You got me there -- it's a little of both. I think I had some once. Isn't it very hard to make?"

"Nah, not really. It's chicken, mushroom and red peppers, by the way -- if you're allergic to any of that stuff we can still order pizza."

"I'm not allergic to anything."

"Great." She smiles. By now we're in the open-plan kitchen, which flows into the dining area and lounge. She's laid the table neatly with candles and everything, and I'm surprised again by this girl's self-assured, capable nature. "Sit, sit!" says May cheerfully. "I'll bring the food."

"Oh yeah... I brought some wine. Red or white?"

"It's a little unorthodox, but I think red."

After that, dinner is a warm blur. The food is unbearably delicious and the conversation flows easily. I learn that May is studying botany at a prestigious university on the other side of the country and that the reason her grandfather asked her to housesit was that she was the only person he trusted to look after his plants.

"Your grandfather's into plants?" I ask, surprised. "I didn't know that about Edmund."

She nods enthusiastically. "There's a greenhouse out back. He was a Professor of Botany, you know -- that's why I'm studying it. He collects all sorts of weird and wonderful stuff, though not all of it flourishes in this climate. I think sooner or later he'll move to Florida for the sole sake of his bromeliads and orchids."

"I could never collect flowers," I muse out loud.

"Why's that?"

I'm a little taken aback by the sharpness of her tone, and I answer lamely, "I guess I just don't have green fingers...they die so quickly."

"Well... I guess we're both entitled to our different views. To me there's something infinitely more beautiful about a living thing which could be destroyed by bugs or hail or anything, than in a dead piece of wood."

Her words sting me. "But wood endures," I argue.

"Yes," she says thoughtfully. "But how can I put this? A wardrobe is a wardrobe -- it never changes its shape or form. It never grows old and dies, it just... decays."

I stare at her and the room is suddenly illuminated by lightning. The storm is starting up again.

"Living things... they breathe and struggle and evolve and are killed. But when they start out... they're growing, striving for sunlight and water. Plants especially -- no matter how complicated they themselves are, their needs are so simple. You plant them in the right place and they grow."

Thunder rumbles over our heads. "Even the rain," May is saying passionately. "It makes me feel so alive!"

It may be the wine, or it may be the words of this strange girl, so glowing with vitality, but suddenly I feel ashamed. When was the last time I looked at a living tree without automatically assuaging the value, the potential of its wood?

May senses something and stands up. She holds out her hand. "Come on," she encourages. "I want to show you something."

I stand and take her soft, slim hand. I'm suddenly aware of the scent of her blonde hair, her smooth, pale skin. I follow her to the back door.

"Quick dash through the rain!" She laughs wildly and drags me after her. I can dimly make out the greenhouse, but the rain is battering down hard. We dash across the small yard and she fumbles with the greenhouse lock for a second, then bursts in and searches for the light.

The sight that greets my dazzled eyes is breathtaking. Foliage flies at us from all sides; baskets dangle from the roof with fat, luscious leaves spilling out from them. The air is warm and humid and suffused with the thin, dark scent of soil and growing things. I'm still clutching May's hand and I feel her fingers press against mine. "It's incredible," I breathe, but the rain on the greenhouse glass drowns out my words.

May drags me to a flat, white counter and motions for me to look. There's a small white flower perched on the end of a long stem; its petals curve and dive and swoop and draw in the eye to its centre, where small red freckles are clustered like tiny constellations. "That's mine," May explains. "I brought it with me to look after over the summer."

I stare and stare at the bloom, until May whispers into my ear, "By next week that flower will be gone... like it never existed."

I turn to her. She's close to me, still holding my hand. I realised that the rain has soaked us both -- she's shivering a little and her shirt is wet. I can see the outline of her pert, plump breasts and the clear shapes of her nipples. She's breathing deeply, staring at me. I know what I want. I know what she wants.

I step forward and kiss her. She kisses back hard, her mouth hot, eager, entwining her arms around my neck like vines. I force her back against the counter, pressing against her supple body. We kiss hungrily for hours, days, years -- time loses all meaning. I'm hard and I can feel myself pressing into her leg. She pulls back from the kiss and brushes her fingertips against my swollen crotch. "We're alive," she whispers.

It drives me wild. I drag her T-shirt over her head. Lucky for me, her bra unclasps at the front and I yank it apart and bend down, running my hands over her beautiful breasts. She trembles under my touch. Encouraged, I lower my head to her breast and take one of her nipples in my mouth, tracing its shape with my tongue, clutching it gently between my teeth. At the same time, I slip a hand between her thighs and rub her through her jeans.

She's writhing now, moaning with pleasure. I want to make love to her, but I also want to enjoy the ephemeral beauty of foreplay. Like the flower.

May, though, has her own ideas on the subject of how we should proceed. She pushes me away and sinks to her knees before me. I can feel her fumbling with my belt but I'm afraid to look in case it's all a dream.

But it isn't. I gasp as she yanks down my jeans and my boxers and a second later at the warm, moist sensation of my manhood being engulfed in her eager mouth.

Elaine was never much one for sucking cock -- as a result it drives me utterly wild. May's tongue draws patterns along my shaft as her head bobs back and forth, her golden hair fluttering with the motion. I stare down in awe at her lips wrapped around my now-glistening cock, groaning as she takes me in deeper and deeper. My hips move involuntarily, back and forth, thrusting myself into her mouth. She's loving it; her hands are caressing my thighs, cradling my balls, ceaselessly moving across my skin. I feel the familiar tensing and push her back a little.

"I'm going to come," I warn her.

She smiles. "Do you want to come in my mouth?"

I groan and she takes me back in, sucking with renewed vigour. I clutch the nearby countertop for support as I explode, filling her mouth with my seed. She swallows it all and then licks the tip of my cock, probing the slit with that talented tongue as though searching for more. I can barely stand upright, but she stands up and slides her arms around my waist.

"Stay the night," she whispers. "I want to make love to you."

"I don't think I can," I say weakly.

"You'd be surprised at what you can do." May lightly runs her fingers over her breasts. "Please?"

I can't resist. I pull up my jeans and May fastens her bra, but doesn't bother to put on a shirt. She grabs my hand again and we run out into the rain. Halfway to the house she stops and shouts, "Kiss me!"

We kiss with the rain pounding down on our faces, more primal and wild even than sex. May is laughing with delight as we break our kiss and run into the house, not bothering that we're tramping in mud and water. We're peeling off clothing as we go -- she indicates that the bedroom is upstairs and I have a perfect view of her enchantingly firm young bottom as she runs up the stairs ahead of me.

"Let's take a shower first," she suggests, leading me to a bathroom adjoining the master bedroom. Within minutes we're under a piping hot shower, touching each other.

I have often run my hands over wood to gauge its strength and smoothness, but nothing compares to the feeling of May's smooth supple skin under my fingertips. She is alive and she reacts to my touch, twisting and moaning as I explore her body.


Wood



"I like your car! It would suit me," I said, as I got out of mine. She was surprised I said something and I could see her thinking.

"Thank you," she said, still making her assessment. Ours were the only two cars in the parking lot.

"It seems to have plenty of room. Be good to go camping in."

"Yes, it is," she said, not quite committed to talking. She looked at my ute.

"What's wrong with your ute?" she asked.

"Nothing, except that it's thirsty, yours would be much cheaper to run and more ecologically responsible."

"Ah, yes!"

"Do your front seats lay back?" I asked, "It would save putting up a tent if they do." 

"I think so."

"Sleeping in a car is more secure than a tent."

"Yes. It would be," she said, as she put her elbows up on the roof of her car and supported her face in her hands.

"I'm thinking of changing cars." I told her, "But don't know what I should get." She walked around to the nearer side of her car and leaned against it. We were both starting to open up a little. She was attractive with blonde hair, beautiful teeth that were surrounded by a generous smile and eyes that seemed very perceptive. She had her towel in her hand and I thought there might also be bathers.

"I chose the car because of its color," she laughed. "Now I like it for so many other reasons. I like the way it drives, especially past petrol stations!"

"Yes. I can imagine." I had my bathers and towel in my hand and planned to put them on when she left.

"It's cheaper all round,' I said, "Less registration, less insurance, less petrol, three cylinders instead of six means less for servicing, less for tyres- it all adds up." I began to wonder what to do to get changed. Mostly people changed beside their cars. It wasn't a problem as so few people came to this beach. She was fidgeting with her towel too and I suspected we had the same problem. I started undoing the buttons on my shirt. She watched. I took my shirt off. I could see her thinking.

"The ute must be very useful sometimes," she said, as though announcing her intention to stay and watch.

"Yes," I said, as I wiped my hand over my chest, wondering if I should proceed. "I use it a lot." I wrapped the towel around my waist. She watched. Somehow she seemed disappointed.

"What do you use it for?" She turned and put her bathers on the roof of her car.

"Last week I cut down a tree and carted the wood home." I put my hands under the towel and hooked my thumbs under the elastic.

"Mmmm," she said, "Wood?" as she put the towel on top of her car with her bathers.

"Yes, wood," I said as I pulled my pants down.

"I like wood," she said, as she reached behind under her shirt and unclipped her bra. I watched as she pulled it out through the sleeves and put it on the roof of her car. She grinned at me for a fleeting moment.

"Yes," I agreed, "It's about ecology, isn't it?" I hunted for my bathers, the breeze had blown them off the ute's roof.

"Yes, and wood is a rare thing to find," she said as she wrapped the towel around her body. I watched as she tried to pull her shirt up from underneath the towel. It wasn't working so she loosened the towel. She looked at my towel and could see changes taking place.

"I guess you're right," I agreed, "There's so much plastic around now it's lovely to see something natural." I stooped to pick up my bathers and as I did a zephyr of breeze caught and blew them under the ute, just out of reach. I straightened up.

"Yes," she said, still trying to pull the shirt out from under the towel, "Natural things feel good too!" It was awkward. Somehow, to get down and retrieve them from under the ute would be very undignified. She watched as the length under my towel grew.

"Yes, wood is very underrated I suspect."

"Not with me," she said, I rate it very highly." She stopped trying to pull her shirt out from under the towel. She took the towel off. The shirt was over large and hid what lay underneath it.

"That's good," I said, as I looked down and wondered where my bathers were.

"It's better than good, I love it!" She started undoing the buttons on her shirt. Her eyes were watching mine as though challenging me to watch.

"What do you love about it?" I asked. She let her shirt drop off her shoulders. One breast was exposed, it lay on her chest comfortably, the areola large, a deep, dusky pink which contrasted with her skin and the nipple pointed at me, like a mortar ready to fire a round.

"Everything." She plucked the shirt off her other breast and allowed it to fall.

"That's very broad," I replied. My eyes were fixed on her breasts; their symmetry was too fascinating not to look at. She stood for a moment, comfortable and not hurrying.

"Oh yes, thin, thick, long, short, it's all interesting." She reached for her bikini top and her breasts hung, free of her chest for a moment. She watched me carefully. Tacitly she was indicating it was my turn.

I got down onto my hands and knees and looked under the ute. My bathers had blown towards the front, the front wheel was in the way. I stood up again. She tied the bikini string at the back of her neck. The cups appeared to be far too high and too small to contain her breasts.

"I guess it's more about variety than a matter of taste," I said. She reached behind her and tied the other string. I was tempted to ask if she needed help but thought better of it. As she was tying her bikini her eyes settled on my towel, at the length under it, erect- hard, long and pulsing.

"It's about both," she said, "Taste is important." She licked her upper lip as she pulled a cup of the bikini top down and with her other hand settled in a breast. She repeated the process on the other side.

"I guess you're right." The cups of the bikini were small and the flesh of her breasts spilled out around them.

"I know I am." She leaned against her car and watched. She was waiting, obviously it was my turn. I moved along to where I thought my bathers were and got down on my hands and knees.

"Wood has never been underestimated by me," she said. 

The bathers were difficult to get. I stretched out on my stomach and pulled myself under the ute. I could feel the asphalt pulling at my towel. It loosened at my waist. Further under, trying to reach my bathers, I felt the knot come undone. There wasn't a lot of space under the ute, I couldn't reach back to pull the towel up and it seemed to be glued to the asphalt. 

"Wood is my favorite thing," she said. I slid a little more and felt my bum become exposed, it wasn't under the ute yet.

"I just adore it!" I felt my cock contact the asphalt and lifted my hips to pull myself further under without scraping skin off. 

"Yes," I said, replying to her, conscious that I wasn't in any position to be having a conversation. Under the ute was a threatening place, the claustrophobia was squeezing the air from my lungs and it was difficult to breath.

"I just love the feel of wood."

"I agree," I said, not really thinking, not knowing what I was responding to.

"Can you reach it?" she asked.

"Just another six inches," I said.

"It's not just another six inches, every six inches is precious."

I wriggled a little more, stretched my arm and was able to touch my bathers. The top of my towel reached midway up my thighs. One more heave and a grunt and I had them. I started to back out from under the ute.

"I agree," I said, not really thinking, not knowing what I was responding to, but knowing that slowly the towel was sliding off me.

"Wood is so smooth," she said. It was easier backing out, my cock wasn't dragging on the asphalt as much. Slowly I retreated. My cock was erect and throbbing, the feel of the asphalt was uncomfortable.

"I love to have wood in my hands."

"Why not!" I replied. The towel was completely off me. I was naked. My shoulders were out from under the ute. Without thinking I rolled over. I realized with a rush I was now on display. I could feel my cock bounce with every heart beat. I pulled myself completely free and looked across at her. She was looking at my cock, one hand at her crutch and the other was rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger. She looked at me and grinned. I lay on the ground and looked back at her. She reached behind her and I saw the bikini top drop and her other breast came into view. She watched me as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her shorts. Slowly, with a wiggle of her hips she pulled her shorts down.

"Yes, I just love wood," she said.

"Mmmmm," I replied, not sure of what to say. She ran a finger up her slit, the bright pink showed for a moment and then retreated behind the lips. There was no hair, I was surprised. She kicked her shorts off and approached. 

"I see wood!" she said. I lay there, unable to move.

"Ah ha," I said. Her legs straddled me, her pussy gaped a little showing a flash of bright pink. I saw her grin as she lowered herself, her large breasts, seemed to threaten her balance.

"I'm going to get me some wood!" she said and chuckled a little. "Beautiful wood." and she reached out to take my cock in her palm as I reached up to hold her breasts.

"Mmmmmmm," I said, words seemed unnecessary as she sat on my thighs. Her breasts were beautifully soft with large, firm nipples that buckled with my touch.

"Delicious wood!" Her head kept moving down. Her knees went between my legs and I was splayed for her access. Her body moved away from me as she positioned herself and her breasts slipped from my grasp.

"Mmm! " She took my cock in her mouth.

"Mmm! " she said and her head bobbed up and down. My hairy balls were in her hand and she massaged them.

"Mmm," I said, not sure what to do. I at least wanted her breasts in my hands.

"I wonder whether this wood has sap?" she asked, as she lifted her head to smile at me. She bent her head to her task and reapplied herself to my cock. I wanted to hold her breasts again.

"I love sap," she added. I reached for her breasts but they were just out of reach. Her feet were hooked over my legs as she crouched. I couldn't move. She bobbed up and down. My cock stood tall in its enthusiasm. Her hair was long and hung like a veil around her head. I couldn't see. I wished I had my camera. I brushed her hair out of the way and watched my cock disappear into her mouth.

"I want your sap," she said, as though obliged to offer commentary. I reached for her breasts again. I touched a nipple but the effort of bending was difficult and I was quickly on my back again. Her hand on my balls was giving a firm massage, not quite painful but with a hint of more to come if I misbehaved. Her other hand held my cock up as she sucked and bobbed.

"Soon, I think, I'll have a drink." She beamed at me as she wiped her tongue over her top lip. I would have liked to see between her legs. The hot pink of the flesh I saw before danced in my imagination. I tried again to get up. She put her hand on my chest and pushed. I lay down and scooped her hair away so I could see. Her breasts bobbled with her movement.

"Very soon, I think." I could feel my cock surging in preparation. It was twitching as she worked it. Her weight on my lower legs was uncomfortable. With her hand she pushed at my knees trying to spread them further.

"That's better," she said. "Thank you." My knees were now bent and her feet trapped my lower legs just above my ankles. She didn't waste time. She shimmed her hand up and down my cock to speed up the process and give her mouth a rest. I guessed she was worried that someone would drive into the car park at any moment. We weren't hidden at all. I wondered what I could say. It was all such a surprise I couldn't think of anything.

"Now for the drink," she said and her mouth resumed the activity. She applied extra suction and her tongue teased the head, while her hand rapidly stroked below. It was irresistible. I felt the movement begin and the sucking sounds got wetter. She scoured the head of my cock with her tongue as she anticipated deliverance.

I felt the rush as it began, and a spurt shot into her mouth. She stopped pumping with her hand and I heard the wet sucking sounds become louder as she trapped her drink. Between spurts she gently stroked to encourage more. It was almost painful as she sucked and ensured she caught it all. The wet noises of her enthusiasm were surprising as her suction broke and air found its way into her mouth to mix with my sap. She continued with a desperate determination to catch it all until there was no more.

She lifted her head and looked at me with her mouth open to show me her white, liquid prize. Her eyes sparkled with her triumph. She swished it round in her mouth, to show the mix of sap and saliva as her tongue pushed it around. Then she tilted her head forward and swallowed, once, twice and finally a third time. She laughed as she looked at me. With her hand she gave my cock a final stroke and my balls a final fondle as though to confirm they were empty.

"That was lovely," she said and laughed in a self conscious way. "Thank you."

"It's okay," I said, not knowing what to say. She stood to cast a shadow over me, and between my legs looked down.

"You coming for a swim?" she asked.

"Yes." There was nothing more I could think of to say. She moved to get her bathers and I found mine. A car pulled into the car park as we pulled our bathers on. Together we locked our vehicles and walked to the beach. 



Wood Ch. 02



We dropped our towels on the beach and ran. On the sand we were fast and though she had a head start I caught up and passed her. We splashed into the water and high stepped as we went deeper to maintain the run as far as possible. We both laughed with the unnecessary exuberance of energy expenditure and took quick looks at each other as we were slowed by the weight of the water. 

I watched her breasts, having escaped from her top, dance a haphazard twist on her chest. Quickly we were slowed, when a wave elevated the water, our legs stopped and with our bodies still projecting forward we fell into the cold ocean. I surfaced after her and the cold had braced me into a shiver. With her hair slicked away from her face and stuck to her back, she tucked her breasts into her bikini. Her nipples were tight and dark, having contracted with the cold. 

She gave me a cheeky look that seemed to challenge before she dived into the water and swam a distance out. I followed, my swimming not as proficient, as I tried to catch up. A wave approached, larger than the others and I turned to catch it with a dive that carried me towards the shore, before it broke into a squabble of bubbles. When I stood I saw she'd done the same and we laughed.

Again she tucked her breasts into her bikini, an artful exercise as she lifted each breast with one hand and arranged the bikini cup around it with the other, before carefully dropping it to fill out the cup. Together we stepped our way out again and swam to catch another wave. We missed one but we knew more were on their way as we continued to paddle and waited. We watched for a wave and watched each other, we laughed for no reason but the thrill of being out in the sea. 

Soon a wave approached. We had swum a long way out. It was a monster as it gathered the water in front of it and sharpened its top to a tip that hung precariously, ready to crash. We were ready and were swimming as it began to lift us. With big strokes of our arms and kicks of our feet we were onboard and high in the arc of the wave, with eyes closed and bodies stretched out we were thrown forward with it, an exhilaration of power as we kept up with it. Suddenly the tip fell from the top and tripped the wave, it lost its coordination to a melee of bubbles that fought us and we were buffeted, tossed awkwardly to break our postures, and abraded with the sand it lifted from the bottom. It seemed to take ages for the wave to pass and when it did we found ourselves on our knees in shallow water. 

Together we looked to check that the other was safe. It had been an exhausting thrill. Her bikini delightfully demonstrated its inadequacy again, the top empty and gathered round her in a haphazard chaos while she had been stripped of her bikini bottoms. I could see her smooth pussy, a tight slit in the numbing cold. 

She stood and began to tuck her breasts in again. I looked around for her bikini bottom. It surfaced after a while, bright pink in the green sea as it was being pulled back with the retreating wave. I trod my way with high steps to retrieve it, and before I could get it another big wave picked it up and carried it in to shore. I chased, and within reach, pounced. I heard her shout as I held it like a trophy for her to see. I took it to her.

"Thank you," she said as she pulled at the strings to undo them. One knot was easy, but the other she pulled and picked at for a long time before handing it to me. It had been pulled into tightness and with numb fingers was impossible. She tried to pull it on but the wet loop was too small to pull over her hip. Exasperated, she walked to the shore, dropped it with our towels and returned to the water with me. I couldn't help but look at her and she beamed with knowing that she had such magnetism. She looked a little odd in her bikini top with no bottom and we laughed. 

"Another wave?" I asked. Together we waded and then swam to catch another. We paddled as we waited and when a wave appeared to loom in the distance we got ready to swim with it. Not as big as the previous one we had a gentle ride until it broke and left us. She was next to me and as I stood I felt her hands grab at my bathers. The cord was tied and she couldn't pull them down so she reached around, grabbed, and pulled. I was laughing, again her breasts were out and they wobbled with her work. Quickly she had my bathers down and with a push I fell as she pulled them off. I stood and as she pointed, she laughed and asked, "where did the wood go?" 

I stood, turned her round and pulled the strings of her bikini top. I quickly had her bikini top off and we reached to each other, she grabbed my dick and I had her tits in my hands. She dropped to her knees and took my dick in her mouth. As I held her breasts she hunted for my shrunken balls. It was no trouble for her to take my whole dick in her mouth and it felt so good. She also managed to get my balls in and the warmth was beautiful. Then she stood and I rapidly sucked one of her nipples.

"I wondered if I could do that, I mean, a whole cock and both balls in my mouth. Wow." she said, and laughed with her success. I reached down to touch her slit and tried to put a finger in but the lack of lubrication made it difficult and she backed away. I took my bathers from her and with hers ran to deposit them with our towels and ran back to her. 

"Another wave?" she asked, and we waded and swam to catch one. It didn't take long for us to see a big wave and we swam in preparation. Quickly the wave picked us up and hurled us along like javelins until the wave broke and dumped us in the shallows with turbulent foam swirling around. 

I was quick. She was struggling to stand and I pushed her. As she fell I got between her open legs, her cold pussy was before me and I had my mouth over it. She laughed, my tongue swiped up it to separate her lips and I sucked the cold, shriveled flesh. She wriggled to escape, laughing as I held her and as another wave came in I let her go. She was quickly on her feet and doubled over. We both laughed. Together we went to our towels and dried each other. We took great care with each other, I handled her breasts and dabbed the towel between her legs as she patted her towel around my sex.

With our towels wrapped around us we held hands as we walked to the car park, our free hands clutched our bathers. We were surprised to see other cars and embarrassed as we felt eyes on us, we realized that they had an excellent view of the sea and had probably watched us. Without thinking I pulled her to my ute, opened the tail gate and we got in.

The sun on the canopy had warmed inside it, on hands and knees we grabbed the sleeping bags, spread them on the floor and got between them. It was lovely and warm, we cuddled into each other and hugged. As we warmed, our hands wandered to compliment our kisses. I caressed her breasts and felt their bumps around her nipples while her fingers teased my dick. One by one the other cars stole away until we were the only ones there. 

"Have you got scissors?" she asked. I thought for a while and remembered the knot in her bikini.

"No. I've got tin snips though."

"Can I have them?"

"If you want." I opened the toolbox and looked. They were under the saw and I got them for her.

"Thank you." She threw the sleeping bag back and got on her knees. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm looking for wood."

"You don't need the snips," I told her.

"Yes I do, there's a jungle I have to beat back. Just be pleased I didn't ask for a machete." Again, I lay with my legs spread and her between them. She quickly snipped away the hair around my dick.

"I want the wood exposed. I want to be able to see all of it."

"But it's normal that it would shrink with the cold," I said.

"It is, but it's not allowed to hide. You can see all of mine." She stopped and thought for a moment. "And I don't want the undergrowth to catch alight," she added, and grinned as she continued with the snips.

"It won't catch alight."

"It might," she said, defensively. The snips, made for cutting corrugated iron, were huge in her hands. She continued to cut and it was worrying. With every cut she was pulling hair.

"You could do serious damage with those snips," I said.

"You'd better stay still then, hadn't you?"

"I intend to."

"I want to make your wood burn."

"Ouch!"

"We need a fire break around it." I tried to grab the snips from her but she held them away.

"I want your sap to spit and bubble." She brushed away the hair she'd cut off of me.

"I want your balls to glow red like embers." She held my balls and gave them a squeeze.

"I want to drain you, empty you to a vacuum," and she licked her lips.

I raised my knees, wrapped my legs around her and rolled to topple her. As she fell I got between her legs and pushed them out wide. Her sex was before me and I kissed it, I put my tongue in to separate her lips and stroked up her slit. My nose rasped against her, she needed another shave. She writhed in front of me, but I held her. She was beautiful, her eyes bright and sparkly, her breaths rapid and deep and she sighed with my touch. I sucked her up into my mouth and strummed with my tongue. She thrust her sex up at me and my tongue went deeper. I sucked and pulled at her and she bounced in front of me. I wet my finger in my mouth and gently slid it inside her, slid it in to the hilt and tickled her fancy. She moaned as she rolled from side to side.

"The fire starts here," I whispered. "We can start it by rubbing wood in there if you'd like." I slid another finger in and widened her hallowed walls. I kissed, turned it in to a suck and pulled her tissues up into my mouth. She was fighting to breathe, short gasps that were noisy. I hummed, my voice low and throaty and my mouth vibrated around her secret tissues. She slapped the floor of the ute with her hands while her breasts rolled and shook.

"Please!" she said, and I lowered my voice, a deeper, louder bass that vibrated more. I pushed my lips deeper and took more of her sweet, succulent sex into my mouth.

"Please! Put it in. Put the wood in the fire," and she reached for me. She found my cock and pulled it to her. She was beautiful. I lunged forward and my cock dragged up her slit. She moaned, pushed me back and I lunged again. My cock swaddled its self in her heat, delicious wet heat that boiled and overflowed. She pushed at me, demanded that I lunge again and quickly there was a rhythm as the bark was ripped from my wood, abraded with the speed and closeness of contact. She juddered on edge, moaned and cried as she raised her hips to meet mine. The ute, on squeaky springs, rocked. 

Suddenly, breathless, I shouted, no words, but she knew. I felt it prickle up inside and gush as a torrent into her. She screamed and shook, her body jumped, her breasts bounced and slapped against her chest. Our torrents continued, until exhausted, we slowed to a stop, aware of the heat and the liquids that mingled and flowed. We held each other and kissed, as the wood slowly shrank and withdrew from her fire. She was beautiful.

I rolled off her. We held each other as we caught our breath. 

"Who are you?" she asked. 



Wood Fun



It was summer and the sun had graced us with its presence on a weekend.

After a lovely breakfast we decided to go for a walk in the woods.

You dressed seductively for the occasion. A tight white t-shirt; showing off your beautiful boobs and your gorgeous body. A very short Jeans Skirt; allowing me to enjoy your lovely slender legs.

We arrived at the woods. I got out of the car and walked round to your side. I watched as you swung your legs out of the door and slipped on some tan boots. Your legs stretched out in front of you, I was instantly turned on. I could see the outline of your boobs inside your t-shirt, there was no sign of a bra. I didn't think it was possible, but that turned me on even more. Subtly I adjusted my hardening cock inside my jeans. You jumped out the car. I locked it and we headed off into the woods.

We walked hand in hand enjoying the fresh air, talking and laughing. We hadn't seen a soul, it was a beautiful wood. Every now and again we stopped and kissed.

We'd been walking a while and it had been getting darker with clouds appearing above us through the woods leafy canopy. The air had cooled and we could sense rain was imminent. We decided to turn back and head for the car.

As soon as we had done so heavy rain drops started cascading down over us.

Very quickly we were drenched.

I saw a large oak tree and grabbed you hand and pulled you under it's cover.

As I pulled you closer I noticed your nipples were showing through your t-shirt.

My cock stirred and grew instantly hard, pushing against my jeans.

I pulled you closer for a kiss.

My lips were soft, but firm on yours.

The kiss lasted a while. Soft kissed and then more urgent my tongue caressing your lips.

You could tell how horny I was. My kisses were urgent and passionate. But also you could feel my hard cock pushing against your pussy.

My hands had been holding your head while we kissed. But now I moved them down. Running them over your back, and down to your bum. I pulled you harder against me. My cock hard against your pussy. You could feel yourself growing more and more aroused.

My hands lifted the back of your t-shirt. I felt lovely as my warm hands ran up and down your back.

You lifted up your arms. I knew what that meant and I pulled off your t-shirt.

The rain rolled over your boobs. They made you shudder, but everything hardened and made you tingle.

My head went down to your boobs. You leaned back and enjoyed as I kissed and sucked on your boobs.

Your hands meanwhile were busy. Undoing my belt, button and zip. Releasing my hard cock from its prison. It burst out as you released it, springing to attention.

I turned you round. Your back now against the tree.

I pushed you hard against it. The rain running over you face, down your body. You looked into my eager eyes. You knew what you wanted, and you knew I wanted it.

You hitched up your skirt, held onto my shoulders and jumped, wrapping your legs around me.

My hands were under your bum. Helping you up.

Then I lowered you carefully onto my cock.

It was hard and swollen. But I slowly lowered you onto me.

My hard, hot cock, slowly sliding inside you. Pushing you wet lips aside. Deep inside you.

Resting your back against the tree. And a combination of moving my hips and lifting you up and down, we made love.

Slowly to start with but as we both got more turned on it got faster and harder.

I pushed deep inside you as you moved up and down me.

I was filling you.

In and out.

Stretching you.

Filling you.

The cold rain running over are hot bodies.

I moaned as I fucked you.

You screamed every time your orgasm peaked.

We must have been there for about half an hour.

Until I burst inside you, filling you with lots of hot cum.

Our moment was broken, we heard someone whistling for a dog.

A few last thrusts and then I lifted you off and back onto the ground.

You pulled back on your t-shirt, pulled down your skirt.

I tucked my hard cock back inside my jeans, zipped and belted up.

As we walked back out onto the track, a dog ran past followed by a old man.

He smiled and said Good Morning.

As you said Good Morning back, you smiled and laughed, as you felt my cum running down your leg. 



Wood Grove: Lord



Like every town, Wood Grove has its good sides, and its bad sides. Rich, poor, respectable, criminal- the people of the Grove are like people everywhere, more or less. Except when it comes to the secrets they keep- the hot, dark, midnight-hidden acts they are helpless to resist.

This is the first story in a loosely-connected series of standalone tales set in the same town. All characters in sexual situations are over 18. All comments gratefully received.

*

The second thing Diane loved most was her life. She'd married the wealthiest man in Wood Grove, and in giving him a male heir had done the only thing Robert Koner had ever really needed her for. It didn't matter that her son turned out a weak, unfortunate specimen, or that in all the years she'd known him her husband had never stopped fucking other people. She'd done the one job that had been asked of her as a daughter of considerable privilege, and as far as she was concerned she'd earned her life of leisure, of grand parties and glittering occasions and compliant young men who enjoyed the perks that came with keeping an influential woman happy.

The first thing Diane loved most was herself, and with these two great loves there was certainly no room for the pale and sickly screaming bundle that caused her so much discomfort before a specially selected blonde, handsome surgeon sliced it out of her.

It wouldn't have been so bad if she could have sent the little disappointment away, but his father insisted that he be educated at the private school his family had founded long ago, when Wood Grove had been little more than a village. At least Diane had been able to minimize her time with the child thanks to the minders and nannies she could easily afford.

Trey Koner had been mediocre his entire life. He lacked the selfish, almost psychotic drive that his father used to make up for possessing a less than imposing physique. He barely scraped by in school, had almost no hobbies or interests, performed adequately at best in the sports his classmates excelled in. Diane could at least admire his taste in friends, bedding several of them when they came of age.

He had no hope of getting a college place on merit, but the family name ensured he had the pick of institutions to go to. She'd been beside herself with anger when, for the first time in his life, Trey had found his backbone and stood up to his father. College, it seemed, was not part of his plans.

Thankfully, neither was staying home, so Diane's annoyance was short lived. So for seven years, he disappeared.

Diane rarely thought about him, except when taking pleasure in Robert's worry about his heir's vanishing act. Neither of them had any particular parental feeling for Trey, but Robert Koner couldn't risk anything that indicated weakness, real or imagined.

Diane's life of parties and pleasure continued as they always had, until the day the fateful email arrived.

*

"I can't believe you've actually gone there," said Germaine. Diane sighed. He'd been such promising prey. Strong, young, endowed. But the thickness of his shaft hadn't proven as satisfying as it should have been, and the petty jealousy that had been cute at first had grown old.

"I bet he doesn't even wash," he continued. "He should fuck off back to the Meadows. Back to that fat sow mother of his, with the rest of the trash."

Germaine was referring to Reese Pierce, a former classmate of his and Trey's at school. Lily Pierce's family had once been the most powerful in Wood Grove, until a sequence of disasters had befallen them. Not the least of them being Lily falling pregnant by a drug dealer from Blue Meadows, the poorest part of the town. Lily had ended up there herself, a single mother barely able to look after either herself or her child, with Reese's education taken care of by a scholarship provided by his long-dead grandfather. She'd been Diane's best friend once, long ago. They hadn't spoken in ten years. Longer, maybe.

Not that private education had done much for him. He'd ended up back in the Meadows, working on cars, covered in oil and sweat and filth.

The thought of his musky scent and rough, dirty hands turned Diane on almost as much as the thought of seducing the child of the woman who'd outshone her throughout her own youth.

"He might be scum," she said. "But he can fuck like a horse, and he's insatiable." She glanced down cruelly at Germaine's limp dick. "Unlike some."

"Fuck you, Diane," he snarled in reply.

"Well that would be nice, but we both know you couldn't manage it again today."

Germaine grabbed his jeans from the floor, yanked them on, face twisted in a childish rage. Diane just smiled, stretching back beneath the soiled sheets of the bed, trailing her slim fingers over the swell of her naked breast.

"Germaine," she said in a quiet voice as he reached the door of her bedroom. He stopped, turned back. "Get the fuck out, and don't call me again."

She laughed to herself as the door slammed, and she listened to him stomp down the corridor outside.

She heard the soft chime of an email arriving from her phone over on her dressing table. Charity club business, she thought. The administrators had been pestering her all week. She slipped into a blue silk dressing gown, and headed to her study down the hall. She paused at the long mirror by her bedroom door, slipping open the gown to admire herself.

She'd had the best, most invisible surgery money could buy. Her slight frame was lightly tanned, her stomach flat, her ass shapely but petite. Her naturally flat chest had been augmented, but tastefully, to a pleasing, perky c-cup. Her hair had been recently cut into a young-looking a-line bob, a rich blonde that had replaced her mousy brown years ago. Her stylist was a talented bisexual, who adored giving her the latest look, keeping her dark pubic hair trimmed into a small bar-shape, and having her fuck him in the ass with a brutally-shaped strap-on.

She closed her gown, and padded down the corridor in bare feet. Sitting in her leather chair, she woke her computer, clicking on her mail.

She read the email.

She read it again.

She tried to delete it, but her hand wouldn't stop shaking.

She struggled to stand, but fell back into her chair.

She sat there for some time.

*

Ms Koner,

I write to you in the hope that you will heed my warning. There is grave danger to your husband's little empire, and through it, to your own comfortable life style. You have no reason to believe me at this point, and no doubt think this is some kind of scam.

I must prove my credentials to you, in the hope you haven't deleted this email yet.

I know about your husband's tendency to fuck every thing that moves too slowly in front of him, male or female or other. Of course, so does everyone in this town, which is why you'll find a secure link at the end of this email to some interesting images of him engaging in the most depraved acts.

You'll also find images there that hit even closer to home. A small tip, Ms. Koner. If you can't stop yourself from sucking your own brother's cock, at the very least you shouldn't let him film it.

And for the record, step-brother does count as incest.

This should convince you that I have no small amount of access to your life. I will shortly arrange for you to receive proof that I also know about your husband's illegal financial dealings, exactly how involved he is in some unsavory arms deals, and the precise number of dead people law enforcement would be able to prove him responsible for if I was inclined to speak to them.

You see, Ms Koner, the threat to your lifestyle is me.

For the moment, call me Mr Lord. If you talk to your husband's security people, I will go to the papers with every horrible little revelation I have. Believe me when I say the only way your life will continue as it has done, is if you do exactly what I say.

I will contact you again shortly.

*

There was nothing she could do. Mr Lord had knowledge of her personal life beyond anything she could have imagined. He had the power, it seemed, to ruin her utterly.

She stayed in her rooms for the rest of the day, refusing to eat, screaming at every staff member who dared come near. She was in a daze, a fog cloaking her reason, weakening her.

Not long after 5pm, her cellphone beeped, an incoming message alert, using a tone she'd never heard before. Fear gripped her. With a shaking hand she picked it up. Her phone recognized the text message as coming from "Mr L."

Needless to say, whoever had included his number in her cell's phonebook, it hadn't been her.

"Your husband is on his way. I am the root of his current worry. Do not tell him anything, or the worst will happen."

A knock came from the door of her study, making her start.

"Christ," she said, as her husband walked in. If he realized he'd startled her, he didn't give a sign. He seemed as dazed as she felt, his sallow complexion pale, slick with sweat.

"Diane," he said, not bothering with pleasantries. "We have a problem."

He paused, waiting for her usual stinging retort. She didn't reply.

"There's been a data breach at the company. We don't know how bad it is. We have it under control- but someone may come to you, off the record, asking questions. I need you to tell them that as far as you know, everything's fine- then tell me immediately who approached you." He paused again, and Diane realized he'd be suspicious if she continued playing dumb.

"How is this my fucking problem?" she snarled. "Find someone else to spy for you." It was her turn to pause. "Wait- this data. It's something to do with me, isn't it?"

"It effects all of us. Believe me, the less you know, the better."

"Darling, you've always been so quick to point it out- I don't know a single fucking thing of worth. Now take your fucking leave, I've got a headache."

He walked out, immune to his wife's tone after long years of putting up with it.

Mr Lord's reach staggered her. Scared her, and she was not accustomed to feeling fear. As if to underline his power, her phone bleeped again with the unfamiliar ring.

"Good girl," read the message. "Think of this as the first part of a test. There will be more parts to come. Don't think of this as something to fear. My plans have included you from the very beginning, and if you play your part you will gain the peace and contentment that has eluded you your entire life."

That night, and the nights that followed, were not peaceful ones. The contentment the stranger had promised seemed impossible, lost as she found herself in fear and suspicion.

And yet, in her very heart, at the darkest part of the night- she felt a strange, exhilarating excitement.

*

There were two types of task Mr Lord had her perform for him. The first kind was easy. Enabling Mr Lord to access the company accounts remotely via her computer, letting him know her husband's whereabouts on the few occasions that Mr Lord didn't know his movements already.

She found herself enjoying these petty betrayals. Decades of resentment and annoyance found a spiteful release in the acts that she knew were intended to destroy her husband.

She also knew that every task damned her further. If Robert found out, he was sure to take steps to make sure her own life was ruined. And there was no real guarantee that Mr Lord didn't intend to cut her loose once he'd got what he needed from her.

She felt trapped. Everything she'd ever believed about herself said that she took what she wanted, that people were only tools to her, that she possessed the true freedom to achieve whatever she desired.

Yet there was a relief in having her actions dictated to her by this man, in losing her autonomy. Slowly, and with great resistance, she began to realise she took comfort in the trap.

*

The second type of task she performed for Mr Lord was quite different.

"The simple fact is you have been allowed to become a certain kind of person," read the email. "And it does not suit you, or fulfil you. You were bred to be a consort to a powerful man, to stand by his side as he strides the world. To serve him, and to birth his legacy. Instead you have served only yourself. I aim to take everything from your husband. I aim to raise myself above all others. And I aim to take you as my consort. While the first part of the plan comes to fruition, I will take the time to break you of your most unfortunate habits, to show you your true place in the world. To prepare you for my arrival."

The instructions that followed were detailed.

*

She wore dark make-up, exactly like he'd asked for. Dusky eye-shadow, dark plum lips, a shade of chocolate nail varnish he somehow knew was her favorite. Her Louboutin heels clicked against the concrete of the parking garage floor, every step deliciously uncomfortable. They were six inches, stilettos with an inch high platform, purple with a black lace pattern. Expensive, to say the least.

Her legs were bare, smooth, almost every inch visible, as the tight black dress she wore barely covered her ass. It was backless, displaying the strap of her black and white zebra-striped bra. 

She reached the car he told her to take. It was a small sedan, the cheapest car she had driven in her life, a company run-around the staff sometimes used.

She drove away, following the directions she'd been given. Out past the gate of the mansion, through the exclusive suburb where only the most powerful lived. Onto the ring road that looped north, taking her to the concrete towers and crumbling tenements on the east side of the Grove.

Taking her to the Meadows.

She knew why he'd chosen this car. Any of the others wouldn't have lasted five minutes parked up on a side road. As it was, she suspected that when she left the car she had, she probably wouldn't see it again. She looked around the streets as she drove, at the women gathered on corners, at the men drinking and trading and occasionally picking a fight. Misery settled in her stomach, and she found herself praying that Mr Lord would be true to his word, and that she would make it through the night unharmed.

She parked on the street he'd specified, before hiding the satnav in the glove compartment in the futile hope it would discourage someone from breaking in. She had no jacket, as Mr Lord had commanded, and the night air was chill, even though the day had been warm. There was an entrance to an alley, across from where she had parked. Exactly as she had been told.

It was lit by a single dirty safety light, above a handle-less metal door. A security camera's single light winked at her. She walked up to it hesitantly, stepping round the garbage strewn over the ground. An intercom was next to it, rusted and covered in fuck knew what. Before she had to touch it, the door opened.

The woman in front of her was tall and slim, face painted with shocking pink eye-shadow and lipstick, her dark hair pulled up tight and hair-sprayed. She wore a leather choker, the same red as her bustier and panties. Fishnet stockings were attached to her suspender belt, and her white PVC knee-high stiletto boots added to her height. She looked Diane up and down.

"Guess you're Mr Lord's new girl."

Unable to speak, the sleaziness of the situation tightening her throat, Diane just nodded.

"You're dressed nice, considering you're working the Holes," said the woman. "You sure you don't wanna try the rooms instead?"

Mr Lord had been crystal clear: Do not deviate from my instructions.

"I... I... No. The..." Diane could barely bring herself to say the word. "Holes. I'm working the Holes."

The woman shrugged, then touched Diane's shoulder in a friendly way.

"Don't be nervous, hun. It's easy work, and you don't hafta look them in the eye, which is a plus."

The corridor was carpeted cheaply, and mould spattered the bare walls. Diane followed the woman, who stopped next to an empty doorway, the door fallen off its hinges and propped up next to it. The room inside was tiled, both on the floor and the walls, as if it had once been a communal shower of some kind.

At waist height, all along the walls, were a series of glory holes. The woman winked at her.

"First guy's due any second."

Diane stepped into the room, nervous and unsure. These were feelings she hadn't experienced in a long time, mixed in with lurking anticipation that played up and down her belly, a dark arousal that had been in the background to the panic and fear since she'd first been contacted by Mr Lord.

"What do I do?" The one thing Mr Lord hadn't explained in his email.

"Whaddya think you're meant to do?" said the woman, eyebrow raised.

Her pulse, racing since she'd set out this evening, kicked into overdrive as the first penis was slipped by its owner through the hole in front of her. 

She could still back out. She could still keep her dignity, her self-respect.

But the price was far too high.

She walked over to the hole, staring at the member. It was large, even while flaccid. She reached out, her face bright scarlet in embarrassment.

The cock twitched as her hand closed around it. It was warm, pliant, but quickly began to swell with excitement. She rolled the skin up and down the shaft as it hardened, watching it slide off and back over the redder flesh of the head. She stroked in a careful rhythm, until it was fully erect, curving backwards slightly.

She knelt, feeling the cold tiles on her legs, as she put her free hand around the base of the shaft, holding it steady as her hand glided up and down. She felt wetness against her skin, as the slit on the tip moistened.

She kept up her stroke, speeding up then easing off, hoping that this would be all she needed to do.

"Honey," said the woman from the doorway. "You're gonna need to use your mouth."

Her hand slowed, and she felt her shoulders sag. There was no way out for her. The man's pulse made his hard-on bob up and down. She could smell the sweat on him, the musk of his crotch, but at least his prick was clean. She rubbed her tongue around the roof of her mouth, feeling its dryness.

Her hand tightened round the base, and she took the head into her mouth. The salt of the stranger's precum almost made her gag, as she closed her lips around him. She sucked, moving the head against her lips, getting her saliva to flow. She felt his penis shift, like he was straining to press forward, frustrated by the wall between them. As her mouth moistened, she began to bob, tonguing the seam on the underside of his glans as her hand began to stroke again.

The only warning a sudden shudder, and his semen flooded her mouth. Spurt after spurt, a thick, heavy load at the same moment her throat contracted while sucking, making her cough involuntarily. The mix of saliva and seed spattered out around his cockhead, slipping down her chin and onto her chest. She swallowed back, and gagged again as a gobbet of the stranger's come slid into her throat. 

Spent, she stranger pulled his slick, shrinking cock back out of the hole, leaving Diane to retch on her knees, strings of semen and spit dripping onto the tiles of the floor. She felt her stomach heave, but gritted her teeth, refusing to be sick.

She raised her head, wiping the back of her shivering hand against her lips, smearing her lipstick. She turned her head, only to see another member, this one dark and brown, being fed through a different hole. This one already stiff, the new stranger already aroused in anticipation.

"Should I... clean myself?" she asked the woman, who was still stood in the doorway watching her.

"I wouldn't bother," the woman replied with a shrug. "Although there's a faucet in the corner if you wanna."

Diane moved over to the new cock, wrapping her hand around the thickness and guiding it to her mouth without delay this time, hoping to get it over quickly.




Wood Grove: Lord



It wasn't quick, though, the new guy requiring more work than the first. Just sucking his head didn't do the trick. She found herself having to spit on him, lubricating his shaft with her sperm-thickened saliva, masturbating him into her mouth, before relaxing her throat enough to accommodate him. She took him deeply, inch by inch, as close to his base as she could manage, over and over. It was some time before he released himself with a moan audible through the wall, buried deep in her throat, spurting inside her.

She served many that night, some of them coming quickly, spraying over her face, her clothes, as she stroked them. Others took pleasure in her mouth, thick and warm with load after load of semen.

After the last one withdrew, she was left on her knees, trying to rub the mess off her face, her skin.

"That's it, hun," said the woman. Diane struggled to her feet, walking to the door, unsteady, sick to her sperm-filled stomach. She sagged at the doorway, and the woman steadied her. Diane looked up to the woman, who was examining her carefully.

The woman leaned in and kissed her, slipping her tongue into Diane's mouth. All Diane's resistance was gone, and after a second of shock at the intrusion, Diane found herself kissing back.

The woman pulled back, holding Diane's chin, before licking over her lips, tasting the smear of seed.

"Mmmm." The woman licked her own top lip, and grinned. "Mr Lord was right. You are just perfect."

*

On the surface, to all who knew her, Diane Koner's life continued as it always had. Her current crop of lovers stopped hearing from her, but that was hardly unusual. She appeared at her social engagements, as at ease as always.

And on the nights she wasn't maintaining appearances, she worked the Holes.

*

Dearest Diane,

Your behavior has been impeccable, both at the manor and in the Meadows. I've attached a secure link to some of your finest work- it occurs to me you may not have been aware you were being filmed, but by now you can't possibly be surprised that I would arrange for it. I've taken great pleasure in watching you, and soon I will know you intimately in person. Or perhaps I've known your mouth already? The Holes allow for anonymity, after all, for myself if not for you.

Your husband's fall is imminent. Within the week, all he owns will be mine. I owe much to you and the information you have passed on. In a matter of days, you will be hosting a commemoration party for the Sylver Club's founding, and that is where we will meet. As always, my instructions for the night will be sent to you, and I expect them to be carried out to the letter.

One thing more- no more birth control. I will require an heir one day, and you are not beyond the age where you cannot carry my child.

Be joyful, my love. You have almost reached your destiny.

*

An hour before the guests were due to arrive, her husband came to see her. He looked old, and he'd never looked anything less than his best before.

"Things are changing," he said. Diane showed no sign of her usual belligerence, but Robert was too deep in his own tranquillizer-fogged world to care. "You've probably realized that the board have turned on me. I don't expect you to care, but I've got one option left to save the both of us. I can't talk about it now, and I don't expect you to trust me, but you will be taken care of."

Diane just nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She wished he'd fuck off, leave her alone to think. To anticipate.

Mr Lord would be there tonight. He'd told her everything would at last be revealed. She could feel a hot, nervous excitement in her veins, like a giddy schoolgirl on a first date. She'd never felt more alive.

The thought of him coming to claim her was delicious. He'd showed her the weakness of those around her, the way only his power and intellect could satisfy her. By breaking down her inhibitions, by allowing her to choose to debase herself, night after night in the Holes, he'd ensured she could never go back to her old life. 

From tonight, the charade would be over.

*

Her strapless dress was revealing, the cups showing off her perfectly rounded breasts. It was a turquoise colour, with intricate floral detailing that ran across the top, down the open left side. The slit showed her naked skin beneath, thin threads holding the dress together, breathtakingly teasing. The dress was long, the open slit showing her slender leg, and the glittering diamonds on the straps of her 5 inch-high stiletto sandals. The thin silver webbing of her necklace dazzled every time the light hit it.

She walked through the crowd of people, smiling, the consummate host. It was genuine. The elation in her chest was awe-inspiring. She had never felt so free, so giddy. She yearned to meet the man who had come to change her life.

A hand snaked around her arm, and her heart stopped. Was it him?

"Follow me," said Robert. He was grinning, his face as red as the wine he'd been swilling back. "I've saved us."

He walked through the party, and she could feel his sweat against her arm. Her stomach turned to ice. Could it be true? Had he found a way to escape Mr Lord's trap? Did he realize what his enemy would do to him- do to both of them- if he didn't just lie down and die?

"It'll mean some changes. I'll have to take a back seat, but we won't lose the company. It'll be strengthened!" He looked crazed. What the hell was going on in his brain? The tranqs and the drink were sending him over the edge. "But the best thing of all?"

They'd reached a cluster of board members at the other side of the manor's huge reception room. Diane had invited them out of spite, knowing they were the most disloyal, the ones Mr Lord had already turned. They were laughing and joking, at ease. Not at all looking like traitors. Her heart sank, and she felt sick. Robert, somehow, had won.

"What?" said Diane, her eyes moving from board member to board member. There was another man talking to them. He had his back to her. He was tall, broad shouldered, with longish blonde hair. She couldn't place who he was. "What's the best thing?"

"Oh," said Robert, as the man turned round. "Everything stays in the family."

Diane gasped, as the world suddenly spun around her.

"Hello, mother," said Trey, with a grin. "I guess the phrase you're looking for is 'good... Lord.' "

*

The sitting room was dark, none of the staff expecting it to be used with such a large function happening on the other side of the house. A single lamp lit the room, casting long shadows over the bookshelves and vintage furniture.

Trey had told his father that he and Diane had a lot to catch up on. Robert couldn't possibly have the first clue how true that was.

Diane's head swam, as Trey guided her past the guests, out into the private wing. Diane could barely look at him. He had changed to an unbelievable degree. Strong, confident, brutally handsome, and his blue eyes were as cold as frost.

In the sitting room, Diane steadied herself against the cushioned back of an antique chair.

"It was you, all along," she said. "Everything I... did..."

"Mr Lord has been a useful cover," he said, casually. "I needed an enemy that would weaken father to the point that he could be desperate enough to turn sole control of everything to the son he hasn't seen in years, and never trusted."

"And the board-"

"Are now fully in my pocket. I know things about them they would never share with anyone. My reach is considerable. As I have always told you."

He moved close, behind her, almost whispering in her ear. She shivered, feeling the goose-flesh break out on her bare shoulder.

"Trey," she began.

"Shut up," he hissed, running a hand down her arm. She closed her eyes, feeling his touch almost burn her.

He stepped away from her, walking past her, to the writing desk placed along one wall. She watched him move, every motion completely at ease. He slid a letter opener from off the desk examining it.

"The secret is to observe people," he said. "To get inside their heads. To understand them inside and out." He turned to her, his face in shadow. "It also helps to spend years training under the world's best psychologists and profilers. Would you like to hear your profile?"

"Trey, I..."

He straightened his arm, slowly, until the tip of the letter opener touched the side of her neck. She quietened, as the opener moved down to her necklace. With a fast, assured flick, the necklace snapped and fell forward, onto the chair.

"I asked a question," he said.

"Yes," she replied, hesitantly. "Please... tell me."

"A typical child of privilege, you spent your childhood overshadowed, first by an older stepbrother, then by a prettier, better loved friend at school, all the while knowing your family was stuck on the middle rung of high society's ladder. This drove you to gain power over your brother by seducing him, over your friend by first seducing her and then, later in life, her son, and most importantly, drove you to marrying into the Grove's most powerful family. " He traced the tip of the opened down the aide of her dress. "Am I right?"

"How do... Trey, how do you know all this?"

"Knowledge has become my business, mother. And I know so much about you." He walked behind her, but when she turned to follow him, his hand wrapped around her wrist, holding her in place, not unkindly. "All of this has driven you down a path that does not suit you. Striving to dominate, when that isn't your role. Interesting, for example, that you're so eager to fuck the ass of that stylist of yours."

Shocked, she twisted her head. His other hand snaked around her, gently cupping her chin with thumb and forefinger, even as he kept the letter opener in his palm, turned away from her. She flushed red. He was pressed against her now, body to body, and she could feel his heat bleeding into her. Her pulse raised, and she felt barely able to keep breathing.

"Please Trey, no more. I can't..."

"Oh mother. What's further depravity to someone like you? Fucking your brother..."

"No, no, that's different, that's..."

"The things you willingly performed for me at the Holes..."

"But I didn't know..."

"Quiet, now," he said, forcefully, and she fell silent. "This is the next necessary step for you, mother. You're mine now." Still holding her wrist, the curve of her small body against his, he shifted his other hand away from her, moving the letter opener and tracing the floral pattern of her dress. He moved it over the small of her back, down over her ass.

"The thing with women like you," he continued. "Is that you're happy enough to fuck compliant guys anally, but you're never happy letting men near your own delicious little assholes. That's right isn't it?"

Diane could barely breathe now. She could only nod.

"Of course it is," he said. "The only virginal part of you left. So proud of taking only what you want from others, only interested in your own pleasures. Oh, I can't blame you. It's not your fault you were surrounded with such weak people." He slid the letter opener into the fabric of her dress. She gasped as it slipped across her skin. She heard the expensive fabric tear, as he opened it up from the small of her back downwards, slitting it open over her ass. She felt her flesh touch the air, as the dress skirt slipped over her hips. Her thin g-string panties were exposed, and she moaned as he let the letter opener fall to the floor, freeing his hand to finger the edge of the fabric.

"But your ass can wait. Right here, right now, I need your cunt. No protection, mother, not between us. Only naked seed, hungry to be released inside you." He paused, stretching out the moment. "Mother," he breathed, slightly above a whisper. "I've needed this for so long." Her eyes widened as he grabbed her panties and yanked them off, snapping them, pulling her towards his crotch.

She gripped the back of the chair as he let go of her wrist, running both hands against the top of her legs, parting them. She pushed back on her high heels, her breathing ragged.

Two fingers pressed at her slit and she stifled a scream. He applied gentle pressure, sliding upwards, intending to caress her most intimate flesh a little longer, but she was so, so wet, that as soon as his fingers reached her hole her body allowed him to enter.

It was his turn to gasp. She was ready. She was so ready for him.

Diane, bent over the chair, her nails digging into the cushioned back, squeezed her eyes shut. She'd never felt so aroused. She could feel her breasts almost painful against her bra, her body protesting desperately as his fingers slipped back out. But she knew what was about to happen, as she heard his zipper unfasten.

He drove into her and she did scream, a gasping, hoarse cry as his stiff member parted her yielding labia. He was thick, long, every inch a little uncomfortable despite her unbelievable moistness. She felt his body press into her as he filled her to the hilt. His hands held on to her hips and he started jabbing forward, as if he wanted to go deeper still, to fill her completely. She cried out again as he pulled her hips back and his swollen head found her cervix.

He held her there for a moment, breathing hard, before beginning his long, careful strokes.

"Oh yes, mother," he said, and she moaned at his words. She rocked on her heels with the motion of his cock, pleasure intensifying to a crescendo.

She was impaled on her son, fulfilled as she had never been before. 

"Oh god," she moaned. "Oh yes, my Lord."

He pushed in deep, and released himself inside her.

*

Did the other guests notice her torn dress, as she stood among them? Could they see how flushed she looked? Did they dismiss it as another one of her infamous dalliances, a quick fuck with one of the waiters, or bodyguards, or sons of her rivals? Did they see her bare neck, did they wonder why her necklace was missing? Did they sense she stood there with slick, wet inner thighs, semen slowly slipping out of her as she stood watching her husband's announcement? Did they see the ravenous look in Trey's eyes as the board members congratulated him, while he would not pull his attention from Diane?

*

She lay back on his bed, naked, shivering, a reluctant, nervous virgin once again. He stood at the foot of the bed, masturbating his thick cock with an idle motion. His eyes roamed over her, every inch of her flesh exciting him.

The party was long over. It lasted an agonizing amount of time, and Diane could not bear each second she had to wait for it to finish. And still he had made her wait for him, naked on his bed, for a further eternity.

He'd arrived in nothing but a towel, and was already hard when he let it slip from him. He masturbated with lubricant, thickly smearing his length.

"Open your legs. Wide." She obeyed, and he moved onto the bed, moving his hand from his dick to her perineum, feeling her shiver as he slipped his finger up and down, before teasing her anus. "It'll go easier on you if you relax." She nodded, unable to speak, recognizing words she herself had used on lovers in the past.

Her body protested as he pushed his finger inside her passage, massaging the lubricant around with a practised motion. She pulled her legs up, easing his access, and he slid out, lifting her legs up until they were against his shoulders. She felt his stiff prick press against the crack of her ass, and he began stroking it up and down.

"Oh yes," he breathed. "Oh god yes, mother." She winced as he brought his weight on her, and popped his swollen glans past her ring. He eased forward, penetrating her with loving care. She shifted, her back passage burning, stretching uncomfortably even with the lubricant.

He stroked in and out, hungrily, always slowly, enjoying her virginal tightness sucking at his cock. She stared into his eyes as he fucked her ass, watching the inferno burning behind the ice. He grinned, slipped himself free, letting her catch her breath.

He picked up something from his bedside table, and used a firm hand to turn Diane over, face down and prone on his bed.

He held the choker in his hand, an elegant, intricate web of silver. Tiny loops stood out all around it, and at certain angles, the image of a padlock could be seen.

"This is your collar," he said. "You will never take it off. You will wear no other necklace." He slipped it round her throat, fastening it closed.

It felt good. There was something else, too, in his hand. A long, thin metallic thread. He wove it through her collar, once, twice around it. She gasped as he pulled back on the thread, an impossibly strong, glittering wire, not quite strangling her, but pulling her head up and back.

She screamed as he plunged into her anus, less gentle this time, riding her forcefully. She reared back, and he laughed, fucking her harder.

His stroke quickened, and with a final hiss, he drove deep and came, his seed spurting heavily into her bowels.

*

In the morning, he kissed her, their tongues entwined, the hunger of new lovers still hot after a sleepless night of violation and fulfilment. He stood up, his penis raw and slick with fluids and flavors. From the window of his room, he could see the town.

"Mine now," said Mr Lord. "My property," said Trey Koner. "From now on, its future comes from me. Its character will be shaped by my actions." He smiled, as he tugged on the silvery thread, and his mother slipped off the bed to kneel demurely in front of him, using her mouth, her tongue, to carefully clean herself from his penis.

The sun rose, and life was good.



Wood Grove: Signs of Attraction



Like every town, Wood Grove has its good sides, and its bad sides. Rich, poor, respectable, criminal- the people of the Grove are like people everywhere, more or less. Except when it comes to the secrets they keep- the hot, dark, midnight-hidden acts they are helpless to resist.

This is one of a loosely-connected series of standalone tales set in the same town. No other parts need to be read to enjoy this episode. All characters in sexual situations are over 18, and all comments gratefully received.

*

Don Langdon was an old-fashioned guy, so he'd never liked his daughter's choice of husband. Germaine Salle was a great catch, sure. Well-dressed, ambitious, and on the first rung of a career that, with a bit of networking, would take him out of the suburbs and into the exclusive private estates of Wood Grove. There was talk that he had already impressed the Koners, and that alone made his future bright.

Don thought he was a fucking stuck-up little prick. Don had earned his money with his hands, building his small plumbing business from nothing, and now lived a world away from Blue Meadows, and the tower block where he was raised. He'd married his wife Lacey thirty years ago, and for the most part had spent that time content, even though the sex had trickled away some time ago.

His daughter Janine was a real stunner, and smart. He hadn't believed it when she married at college, giving up everything to be a housewife for Germaine. Eventually, a grand-daughter came along.

Don was over the moon, obviously. Not that he could figure out how they'd managed to start a family, because Germaine was away so fucking often. And only recently they'd said they were trying for another.

It was hard on Janine. She was facing a future with a mostly absent husband, raising a kid- maybe two, eventually- with only her parents to help. Germaine's parents were dead, and his career had to come first anyway. She would get upset, and although Don and Lacey could comfort her, Don feared for the future.

He wasn't an idiot. He could read the signs, and knew that there was a damn good chance his son was cheating on his daughter. It kept him awake, some nights, worrying about what could come.

The day everything changed, Janine's daughter Ellie had been staying with them for the weekend. Saturday morning, Don got a call from Janine asking for help at the house. He left his grand-daughter with his wife, and headed on over. He wore a pair of old jeans and a shirt, knowing they likely needed help with the renovation they were working on. It was an old house, and needed a few jobs doing.

Janine was close to tears when he arrived, with no sign of Germaine.

"Sorry to call you, Daddy," she said. She wore a long, old shirt of her husband's, and had splashes of paint over her. She didn't seem to have any pants on, and as he glanced down at her long, smooth legs, she continued. "I spilled a whole tin over myself, had to get out of my shorts. I made such a mess Daddy, and-" She teared up again, and Don held her close. "He's not here, Daddy. He was meant to help but-"

"Hush. I'm here for you." He smiled, kissed her cheek, let her lead him into the house.

He felt his hard-on straining against his jeans, and was ashamed.

*

He'd been attracted to his daughter for years, and it tore him apart. He hated how his body reacted to her, how his natural wish to defend her had somehow transmuted into a need for her, had become something he worried was darker.

He prayed that she wouldn't realize what she was doing to him.

His wife had lost all interest in sex, and recently he'd found masturbation troubling, as his thoughts kept turning to his daughter. To his own shame, he visited prostitutes on the other side of town, but stopped when he realized he was choosing girls who looked like Janine. He was left trapped in the turmoil of his own desires.

Desperate, he turned towards therapy. It had not turned out quite according to plan.

He'd told everything to Dr Sasha Reagan, every thought he'd ever had about Janine. He'd done it quickly, with no forethought, terrified of the doctor's disgust.

She'd just grinned, from behind her dark wooden desk, her blonde hair falling in curls over her shoulders.

"Guy like you, I'm sure your daughter would be happy to... service your needs."

He couldn't breathe, he was so shocked.

"Look, Don," she continued. "Trust me on this one. I've done a lot of work on matters like this. It's only this intense because your body is picking up strong signals from her as well. My advice is, you're both adults, enjoy yourself."

"You're sick." The words tumbled out of him, as he blushed scarlet with humiliation and rage. "What the hell are you-"

"Don- I've helped a lot of people like you. Watch for the signs. I'd bet a hundred dollars an attraction like this is mutual."

"You twisted bitch. I'm going to-"

"Do what? Going to admit everything you told me about your daughter to someone else? Who's going to believe your story? That a respected psychiatrist gave you advice about how to get ahead in incest?" She shrugged. "Although it's great advice, you should take it."

Her smile was sympathetic. He ran out of her office, and puked on the street.

*

Her body intoxicated him, and as Janine walked away he had to adjust himself, pushing his dick to one side, hoping his erection wasn't visible. The front room was covered in sheets, with a large paint splash in one corner where the tin had fallen. Some of the furniture was still in, also covered. He picked up the tin, set it right.

The atmosphere was heavy, but with more than the smell of paint.

It smelled like sex. He shook his head, thinking his brain had finally succumbed to delusion. He kept hearing Dr Reagan's voice, telling him to look for the signs.

He turned. Janine bent over a covered chair, looking for her paint roller. The shirt hiked up. Her panties were peach colored, thin, translucent. Don's breath caught in his throat.

"Where- where should I start?"

Janine stood, looked around with a curious expression, puzzled by his strange tone.

"Are you ok, Daddy?"

He could feel the sweat on his brow, the flush in his cheeks.

"Just- just warm, honey. Don't know what's come over me."

She nodded, walked over to him. God, her hips could sway...

"I- think I know what you mean. I feel a little, I don't know, weird myself. I guessed I was just upset and all, but-" She shook her head. Don saw her cheeks were flushed too. She looked at him, her perfect green eyes meeting his-

-a terrible, powerful spark passing between them-

-Don turned, reaching for the paint tin, mind reeling. Get to work- get something done, get his mind off-

-her hand, lightly touching his, gently pulling him, moving him without resistance to the covered sofa-

-her voice, deep, throaty, as her heavy breathing making the words difficult to release.

"You shouldn't- you shouldn't be uncomfortable Daddy. It is very warm in here."

He sat, unable to speak, watching her movements. She bent over him, her warm skin inches from him.

"And you've been uncomfortable since you got here, and- and we need to relieve that. For both of us."

His mind screamed, but he couldn't say anything. His body reacted, flooding his veins with heat, the instant his daughter's hand touched his aching crotch.

She unbuttoned him, the smallest second it took her to reach in, a desperate eternity. He actually flinched as her hand touched his flesh just above his underwear. She made a small noise at his reaction, then smiled up at him.

She pulled his underwear down, and his thick, erect penis sprang out.

"Oh, Daddy," she breathed, and took him in her mouth.

It was the most exquisite pleasure Don had ever experienced, the sensation of his penis being sucked, combined with the sight of his gorgeous dark haired daughter, her lips sliding up and down his glans. He was big, and it took her a few seconds to move lower, taking more of him into her mouth, working her way down him, every movement sparking intense sensation through his entire body.

Her hand stroked him, finding a little lubrication from her own saliva, letting her delicate hand pleasure the rest of his pole.

He didn't know how long he could hold it, not with his own daughter fellating him with such obvious relish. He pulled her up towards him, watching a thin line of pre-come break off from his cock, trail over her bottom lip. As she rose, she licked it up, and he kissed her, hard.

He turned her so she was the one sitting down. Hungry now, his working-man's hands pulled her underwear down, and he pulled her legs apart to expose her trimmed thatch. She was eager and open for him as he lifted the shirt she wore clear. He moaned a wordless prayer, and pressed his aching cock to her thin, perfect slit. She pressed against him, wrapped her legs around him, and with a little force, he entered.

Her tight young cunt was even better than her mouth, and he fucked her with unrestrained passion. Her legs were around him, her tongue in his mouth, her hair cascading behind her, her face red as she moaned.

He thrust in, over and over, feeling his seed begin to raise.

"No," he said, suddenly. "No- you'll get pregnant- you'll get-"

He tried to pull out, tried to halt his orgasm.

She held on to him, wouldn't let him stop.

"Come inside me, Daddy," she whispered. "I don't care. Come inside me."

With a ragged moan, he ejaculated, his body making him drive as deep as he could, his instinct to plant his seed as close to her center as possible.

It felt like his orgasm would never end.

*

Don Langdon had never thought he'd be the kind of man to have an affair, and yet that was exactly what he ended up doing.

The first rule was to keep the lies simple. He owned his own business- late hours came with the job. Overnights were more difficult, but there were ways of arranging the appearance of a job in another city. The second rule was to avoid places familiar with people who knew him. The third was always pay in cash.

Rules 2 and 3 were fulfilled nicely by the cabins in the countryside to the north of the Grove. He arrived there, a little nervous, knowing it was the first time they would be able to spend a whole night together, unreasonably fearful he would be recognized.

She'd arrived before him. It was dark, the only light coming from the only cabin rented on a week night. He carefully knocked on the door, and it opened.

Her hair had been done specially, put up with a ponytail over one shoulder. An almost see-through, crotchless teddy, suspenders and stockings, 5-inch fuck-me black heels.

"Hello, Daddy," she breathed.

*

He took her up against the wall, her hands pressed against it, her legs pulled wide apart, her gorgeous heels ensuring her ass was just the perfect height for him to plunge his dick into her eager pussy. He'd pulled her breasts out, kneading them with one hand, feeling a nipple still wet with his saliva.

He fucked her bare, careless of the danger. She refused to let him use protection, and only on occasion let him pull out, bringing him to his finish in her mouth. He'd never felt so alive as he did when spurting his seed into his daughter's hot pie.

She moaned in jagged breaths. She'd been playing with herself before he'd arrived. He knew she was close. He wished he'd been there to see it. He loved the thrill of masturbating in front of her, of her frigging herself too, staring at him as he stroked. He loved it, too, when she pulled him to her, using her cunt-wetted hand to grip his hardness, and feed it into her.

He sped up his thrusts, skin burning, sap rising. She responded, her grunts deeper, faster. He smiled to herself as she pressed against the wall, deciding to hold his own orgasm back. It was difficult, the sight of his daughter's pussy lips quivering, tight around his dick as he stroked in and out.

She came, screaming, her whole body reacting almost violently. He held on to her bucking hips, still fucking her, mastering the waves of her completion. He eased his pace, but did not stop.

As the waves calmed, as her body's fluid practically flowed from her, she looked back over her shoulder. The sight of her eyes almost made him lose it, but he held back with difficulty.

"Wanna come on my breasts, Daddy?" she said, and he groaned. His sperm rose, even as she pulled him out if her, turning to face him. He grabbed his dick, but barely needed to stroke as he shot his load, four thick streaks, as much hitting her gorgeous face as her naked titties. She massaged his semen in, smiling wickedly.

"God, baby," he whispered. "Oh, my lord."

He pulled her to him, to the bed, and they kissed. They lay back for a while, in comfort and satisfaction. He looked down at her, his heart filled with lust, and love.

She looked up at him. She took his hand, gently. She didn't break his gaze, as she pulled his hand down.

Without a word, she rested it on her tummy.

And, with a start, he realized he would be a father again.

*

He loved her, but knew they could not be together. Germaine would be the child's father. The lies, the infatuation- it would all have to end.

Janine cried, desperate to make love one last time, knowing it could not happen. To meet alone once more would be to lose themselves forever.

What they shared had been beautiful, but brief. That was what Don told himself. He returned to an unfulfilled life, a sacrifice that he knew had to be made.

And then, three months into Janine's pregnancy, her mother- his wife- died.

*

A heart attack, the initial symptoms so mild that by the time Don realized there was something wrong, it was too late.

It numbed him. One day she was there, the next she was gone. He had no idea how to react to the loss of someone who, despite the faults of their relationship, had shared most of his adult life with him.

The first week was a blur, a hollow nothingness. Janine arranged the funeral, the service at the small church they'd only occasionally attended. There were many mourners, too many to easily accommodate at the service, or the wake. Janine was the perfect host, the guests sympathetic, giving Don the distance he obviously needed.

He stood in a corner of his house, surrounded by people in black. Without warning, his legs carried him out of the room, towards the stairs. Had he been in command of his senses, he would have seen Janine's worried look, heard her excuse herself to "just go check on Daddy." The mourners nodded, impressed by her composure.

Don walked into his bedroom, taking off his black tie. He let it drop to the floor. He stared at his marital bed, completely at a loss as to what to do next.

"Daddy?" she said. She wore a sober black dress, skirt reaching below the knees, high neckline, hair worn down. Her black heels, he realized with a start, the ones she'd worn for him at the cabin.

He grabbed her as the door swung closed, and he kissed her up against it. She kissed him back with ferocity, grasping the back of his shirt as he frantically unbelted himself. Her hand was down, inside his pants, grabbing his hardening cock and stroking it corkscrew-fashion. 

He pulled her dress up over her hips, his hands brushing the swell of her belly, her pregnancy just beginning to show. He pulled at her panties, and they fell.

Desperate for each other, breathless. Not pausing for a second.

Janine dropped to her knees, but it wasn't her mouth that Don wanted. He kneeled himself, turning her slender body around, pushing her onto all fours, her panties still around her ankles. Her hot, inviting pie, a thin pink slit amongst a smattering of thatch. He pulled her asscheeks apart, then used his hand to guide his cock into her.

She pressed her face into the carpet, muffling her moans from carrying down the stairs to the guests. Don gritted his teeth, keeping his own exhalations silent, as he plunged himself again and again into his daughter's eager tunnel.

His arm snaked around her chest, pulled her up against him. One hand slipped over her growing stomach, down to her clit, as the other moved her head to one side, allowing them to kiss over her shoulder.

He massaged her nub, exactly as she'd shown him, and made a strangled hiss as she came. It was enough for him, and he felt the warm spurts of semen fire up into her already-quickened womb.

They fell, lying on the floor, kissing, his penis still inside her. She broke the kiss, and gently slid him out of herself.

She stood, carefully pulling her panties back up to minimize the mess, smoothed her skirt down. Don got to his feet next to her, dressing himself.

One last, long kiss.

"Get some rest," was all she said before leaving.

*

He couldn't stay, so he left Wood Grove.

Selling the house was straightforward enough, and he stepped down from the day-to-day running of his business. He'd been born in a small town halfway across the state, so that's where he returned, buying a modest house there.

He'd made the decision to break away completely, and told no-one his plans, not even his daughter.

On the day he left, he took only a suitcase of clothes, abandoning everything else with a letter to the new owners, asking them to dispose of the rest of his belongings as they wished.

His new home came with new furniture, a fresh start in a new life, and for a while it worked. He became someone else, someone untouched by anguish, unhaunted.

He lived like that for four months before he was found.

*

He'd taken to eating alone at a diner a mile or so from his new home. He'd never really made a habit of eating out before, but it saved him occasionally from the silence of his new kitchen.

One evening, he walked through the door to see someone sat at his usual table, a woman who faced away from the door, busy on her phone. He nodded at the owner, went to sit at a different table.

"Hey, Don," he said. "She's waiting for you."

At the sound of his words, the woman turned around, smiling.

Dr Reagan.

He sat opposite her, and scowled.

"What the fuck do you want? How did you find me."

"Well, that would certainly be a story, but one that wouldn't be as interesting as you'd think. But the reason you ran away- now there's a spicy tale, am I right?"

He just shook his head, face scarlet with anger.

"Don't worry," she continued. "I don't need an answer because, frankly, your whole drama is an open book to me. It just turns out that it's quite a useful one."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"First things first. Your daughter has left her husband. It was a very foolish move on her part, because as things stand, it will ruin her." Don froze, color draining from his face. "Now, I am willing to help her, as long as you play ball with me."

"How- is she- is she ok?"

"For the moment, but that will change. Here's the deal. Her husband has fucked- literally- the wrong person. My employer- my real employer, the clinic is really just something of a hobby- wants your son-In-law hurt. Badly. And the best way to do this is for his wife and children- oh, sorry, I mean child, singular- to vanish, forever." Don almost shot from his chair. "Oh, sit down. Not like that. What I mean is, this little setup of yours is very convenient for us. We'll ensure no-one will ever find you. Or know your secret. And all you have to do is take your daughter in." She grinned. "If you know what I mean."

"If I say no?"

"Then Germaine takes everything, and she is fucked."

Don shook his head.

"How did you find me?"

"My employer is incredibly resourceful."

"It's wrong. The things I've done." The doctor shrugged.

"Whatever. Enjoy it, is what I say." She pushed a chit of paper over to him. "Your daughter has been told to come to this address tonight. She is aware of this deal, but she doesn't know where you are. Choose to help her, or not. Leave her hanging, and she has nowhere else to go." She stood up, extended her hand. Don didn't take it. She laughed. "It's been a pleasure, Don. It really has."




Wood Grove: Signs of Attraction



*

Janine sat at the bar. Seven months along, her round belly showing through the purple silk of her dress, dark tights on her legs, matching purple high heeled ankle boots. She looked sad. She looked radiant.

"Honey-" he said.

She stood, kissed him, deeply, hungrily. For a second he tensed, instinct warning him it was a public place- even if no-one knew them. Then he kissed back, feeling his blood rise.

"Please," he said, breaking off. "I can't."

"The woman said-"

"I know. I know, baby. But this is wrong. Look- please. You can stay. Of course you can. I would never leave you, not if I knew he'd hurt you. But it can't be like we want. Please, honey- it just can't."

"Ok," she said. "Ok. I understand. But if-"

"You can come live with me," he said. "All of you." His hand touched her swollen midriff. "But we can't... be together."

She nodded, tears beginning to fall.

*

The house would need changing for a young family to move in to it. That was fine. Don would do whatever it took. His heart ached for his daughter, but the turmoil of the past year made things awkward. They caught a cab back home, Don feeling a mixture of sorrow and happiness at the prospect of having them there.

They didn't really talk, and the unsaid words were heavy between them. He brought her single suitcase in, and Janine explained that her daughter and most of their things were being looked after by a close, sympathetic friend.

He showed her to the guest room. She looked as drained as he felt, so he wished her goodnight. He didn't dare kiss her.

He lay awake for some time in the darkness, mind blank for the most part, yet not allowing him rest. He did drift off, but sleep was light, with no dreams.

He heard a noise, after a while, not loud enough to bring him fully to consciousness. He felt movement to one side of the bed, and this was enough for him to open his bleary eyes.

She stood there in only a short nightie, the curves of her heavy breasts and belly visible beneath the material, lit by the soft light of the moon through the blinds on the bedroom window. She was gorgeous, an impossible dream that he desired like nothing else.

"No-" before he could say another word her finger silenced him, touching his lips. He could smell her wetness on it.

Wordlessly, she pulled the sheets back. He was hard, had been from the moment he'd seen her in his room. He was wearing only shorts, and she had his penis in hand in seconds. She stroked him, and he revelled in her intimate touch. Up down, slow then fast, then slow again, the friction on his skin glorious.

She climbed onto the bed, and his hands rose to her. She stopped him, holding onto them with her own. She pushed him back, his hands now beside his head, gently pinned, her face inches from his. He felt her breath, close enough to kiss. She didn't kiss him. Her long hair fell down, tickled him.

She parted her legs, straddled him. Lowered herself. He gasped as her slit effortlessly found his hardness, at the moist sensation on the tip of his dick. She moved her hips, teasing him, slipping his cock along her entrance.

She shifted her center of gravity backwards, her weight directly over his crotch.

She lowered herself, and was so wet that his cock popped inside her hole easily. All the way, down, down his pole, until the weight of her belly pressed against his.

He moaned, his penis throbbing, encompassed in perfect satisfaction.

She rode him, slowly. Her ass rose and fell as her body pleasures him. Her moans joined his, and she varied the pace, feeling him deep inside. Her pussy responded to him, contracting, fitting him tightly.

He felt his balls tighten. He pressed his hands up, overpowering her, desperate to kiss her.

She allowed him, and their tongues played against each other. As he kissed her, he lifted her off his dick. She gasped as he slipped out. He lay back, his hands on her hips now, pulling her upwards.

Understanding, she held onto the bedstead, and lowered herself onto his face.

He tasted her, ready to drown in her. He ate like a starving man, feeling the roughness of her untrimmed thatch, his view obscured by her pregnant belly. His tongue played over her lips, dipping inside.

She lifted herself off, stifling a giggle as she awkwardly changed positions, facing away from him now. As she lowered herself again, he smiled, and she yelped as his tongue found her asshole. Her earthy flavour mixed with the sweet sourness of her pussy, and his cock twitched in arousal.

It twitched again, and he breathed a moan into her pussy as her hand found it, stroking it, lubricated by her body. As he moved his tongue back to her cunt, he felt her lean forward, and begin to lick her juice off him.

Almost too much- almost losing control-

-her clit was in the right position for his mouth, now, so he sucked it in, his tongue rubbing it, fast and smooth. She responded by putting his head in her mouth, moaning, the vibrations pleasuring his hard-on. It didn't stop him. He kept tonguing her, and was rewarded with the sharp bucking of her hips.

She came, pressing herself to his face. No reason to hold back now, he released, spurting hard into her mouth.

The powerful orgasms enveloped the both of them, as she shuddered with deep, impossible pleasure, swallowing all of his gift. She moved to be beside him, the warmth of the afterglow almost enough to set the air itself on fire.

"I love you," he whispered, and he knew they could never be apart again.



Wood Grove: The Dealer



Like every town, Wood Grove has its good sides, and its bad sides. Rich, poor, respectable, criminal- the people of the Grove are like people everywhere, more or less. Except when it comes to the secrets they keep- the hot, dark, midnight-hidden acts they are helpless to resist.

This is one of a loosely-connected series of standalone tales set in the same town. No other parts need to be read to enjoy this episode. 

A fair warning: this one gets quite a twisted. All characters in sexual situations are over 18, and all comments will be gratefully received.

*

Life in the Meadows was fucking tough, but Zane loved it. It was all he knew.

The tower block where he lived was the roughest in the neighborhood, and the neighborhood was the worst area of Wood Grove. It was a nightmare of trash, drugs, beatings, guns, theft and prostitution. All the best things in life.

Zane didn't run with a gang. It should have made him vulnerable, but he had a reputation as a fixer of a kind. A problem solver. People came to him for stuff, and in exchange he got no trouble, and all the gear and women he needed. Fucking paradise.

The power structure in the Meadows was always changing, and it took a smart guy to read the wind and keep on the good side of the right people. And Zane was way smarter than most of the people round him. While the rest of his acquaintances were mixed up in the usual penny-ante shit, the gang feuds and street-level squabbling, Zane had his eye on the bigger picture. There was a new outfit in town- someone was making a move on mob-held businesses, running the Russians out of town, making peace with some of the big guys, and disappearing others. All done quietly, not disrupting everyday business. Zane wanted in.

His only problem, the only fucking pain in the ass of his existence, was his older brother. He'd lost count of the times Gram had done something stupid, and Zane had to waste favors to bail him out. His older brother was a drunk and a fuck-up, who lived with his nineteen-year-old tearaway of a daughter in a shitty apartment two floors away from Zane.

This time, Gram and one of his idiot friends had ripped off a dealer's stash, figuring he was so low on the ladder no-one would give a shit. The stupid fat fuck had managed to piss off whoever was behind the takeover of the Meadows, and when he was caught, he'd fuck things up for all of them.

Zane had to figure out what the hell to do, but first he had to knock sense into his brother.

*

"Come ON, Daddy, I know you've scored. Share a little."

Gram Fry grinned, sinking back into his threadbare easy chair, enjoying the buzz from whatever the fuck those pills he took were. Bags of the shit, taken from a slack-jawed kid who looked like he'd never seen a piece before it was shoved in his face. He was relaxed, sitting there in his unwashed drawstring pants, cheap hoodie, his hair unkempt, a week's worth of scratchy stubble on his face.

He felt good. He felt like he was leaning back into warm, soft fog.

He also felt horny as fuck, but whether that was a rush from the pills or a rush from a successful job, he couldn't really tell, or give a fuck about.

"Nah, baby," he said, lighting up a cigarette. "Daddy can't spare any. Got a buyer lined up." He dropped his lighter next to the crumpled up brown bag he'd brought his burger home in. Paper napkins had fallen out onto the arm of the chair, but he wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve instead of using them.

She pouted, but teasingly. There was a routine to all of this, and he knew she enjoyed it as much as he did.

Liza Fry used too much make-up, was a little skinny, had a bitch of a personality when she was pissed, had eyes that were a little too big, a mouth that was a little too wide, but still managed to make any guy who saw her hard as a fucking iron bar.

She just knew what men wanted, and when it suited her was happy to hand it over.

"Aw Daddy, we're going to the Nine tonight. I said I'd get us something to party with." Gram took a long drag, let out a cloud of smoke. The Braid Avenue 9 was a fucking meat-market, a dive club that went in and out of business despite being pretty popular. Gram used to hang there himself, scouting for sweet, young tail. Fuck, the women there loved to dress like whores, and his daughter was keeping up the tradition.

She wore a gold halter-neck glitter dress, short, with a black studded belt around her thin waist. It had a plunging cowl neckline, so low that it was obvious she had no bra on. Her long brunette hair was pulled right back into a tight, high ponytail, braided with plastic jewels. She had thick mascara on, dark eye-shadow, and shimmery cheap red lipstick. Her false nails were blue, and she draped one hand on her hip as she stood in front of him, balanced on her black peep-toe platform heels.

"But I need paying baby," he said, his eyes all over her body. "And you know you and your friends can't afford this quality shit." He shrugged, took another drag.

She leaned over to him, smiling. He could smell her perfume, even through the cigarette haze, and it made his dick twitch.

"Want me to work it off, Daddy?" she said, slipping her hand up the crotch of his drawstring pants. He grinned.

"Maybe. If you're extra nice."

With her other hand, she took the cigarette from him, took a drag before stubbing it out in the coffee cup he used as an ashtray. She pressed her mouth to his, exhaling the warm smoke into him, before pressing her tongue in too. He grabbed the back of her head, pulling her forward, even as her hand pushed into his underwear and wrapped around his prick.

He growled as he pulled her onto his lap, devouring her tongue as she stroked his hard shaft. She beat at it hard, the friction driving him wild. He fumbled beneath her dress, his fingers pressing clumsily at the front of her panties. She didn't let up with her hand, making it tough to focus. His finger crept round the elastic, and he made an animal sound as he felt the edge of her damp pie.

He tried to press forward, but his daughter shifted instead to straddle him. Kneeling over him now, she lifted her dress, pulling her panties to one side. She pressed her mound to his erect cock, and he felt the prickle of stubble where she hadn't waxed for a while.

He gritted his teeth as she manoeuvred his glans to her pussy, running him up and down her moist cunt lips.

Fuck this tease, he thought, grabbing her skinny hips and impaling her on his dick.

She grunted like a dockside whore taking it hard in an alley. He fucking loved the noises she made, just made him want to drive in harder, deeper. She rode him expertly, her arms resting on his shoulders. She stared into her Daddy's eyes, red lips parted as she panted, a light blush showing beneath the foundation on her cheeks. She flexed her hips, her young, tight cunt squeezing his cock, making him experience every delicious inch of her innermost flesh.

He liked it when the let him fuck her like this, sheathless. She thought the pill would make her fat, so she usually insisted on a rubber. She must really want the merchandise to risk it bareback. He figured he'd better pull out, try and avoid knocking his daughter up-

-Shit. Just the thought was enough to tip him over, and without warning, his cock exploded with semen. He grabbed her, practically screamed as his balls unloaded. He felt her squirm but held her there, pulled down on his meat, as he had the orgasm of his fucking life. It flooded out of him, spurt after spurt, like his fucking heart was driving it, pumping her womb full.

"Shit!" she screeched, pulling herself off him. The cold air hit his slick, softening phallus, as more gobs of come dripped from her, hitting his pants. She moved her hand down as she stood, keeping her panties to one side as she caught the semen that slid out of her. "What the fuck, Daddy?"

He was still dazed, grinning, staring at his dick. Fuck. What was in those pills?

"Sorry, baby," he said, thinking the shit he was going to get from her was worth it. She shook her head, face screwed up. She grabbed some of the burger napkins, used them to wipe herself up, hands and pussy, before throwing them at him.

"Give me the fucking pills," she hissed, red-faced.

"Sure." He was still grinning like a moron. "In the drawer by the TV."

She yanked the drawer, pulling the small bag he'd set aside for her out. She stormed to the front door, almost knocking Zane over as she pulled it open just as he rang the bell.

"Liza? Girl, what the-"

"Fuck off!" she yelled over her shoulder at her uncle as she walked away.

"Fuck was that all about?" said Zane, even as Gram hastily stuffed his cock away, pushing the soiled napkins down the side of the cushion. "Shit, Gram. You are just one big car crash, aren't you. Thought you were quitting doing your own fucking blood."

"It ain't un-consensual-"

"That's not the- fuck, forget it. We need to talk, and when we're done, you need to get the fuck out of town."

*

The next few months were good ones for Zane. Fuck that- they were the greatest of his life. He'd smoothed things over with the new outfit in town, and in the process of overcompensating for his idiot brother, showed his worth to Mr Lord, the Grove's mysterious new kingpin. Without Gram to worry about, he flourished.

And though Liza was his responsibility now- and almost as much of a troublemaker as her father- finding ways to handle her was much, much more rewarding.

*

She made the first move, expecting him to be as easily manipulated by a sniff of her little slit as her father had been.

"I know you're connected, Uncle Zane," she said. "Me and my girls just wanna party."

"Then you and your girls better find some cash, Liza honey."

"But I've had no allowance since Daddy left- so maybe I could... work it off?"

He rolled his eyes.

"So that's how it started with your Daddy, was it?"

"Oh yeah," she grinned, then licked her lips. "I could call you Daddy too- if that's what does it for you."

He laughed at her.

"Forget it sweetheart, you'll have to work a lot harder than that."

He was still laughing as she stormed out.

*

With Mr Lord's backing, Zane's rise was swift. Within weeks, he was running the tower. Within a couple of months, he was running every block around it.

It was the easiest thing in the world to cut off his niece's supply. No one in the Meadows was inclined to cross him, not with the organization behind him. Liza wasn't going to be able to score anywhere local, and it drove her mad with anger.

No one asked him why, and if they had, he wouldn't have had an answer. It wasn't that he particularly wanted her unharmed, and it certainly wasn't like her father gave a shit. Maybe it was because she irritated him, or because she'd thought he'd be easily manipulated. Maybe he just wanted to piss her off.

He let her keep her father's apartment. She didn't do much if any housework, but it wasn't like it had ever been a model living space. He called in on her every now and then, and she was never happy to see him.

In the end, after God knew how many screaming fits, she gave in.

"What do you even want from me?" she said. Her hair was tied back, full make-up on, in skinny jeans, leopard print tank top, and red high-heeled, open-toed ankle boots. "Your guys won't give me anything. You got rid of my Daddy. You come here, but you never tell me why."

He sat on the sofa, opposite the chair she was slouching on. He could still see anger, but for the most part it was overwhelmed by resignation.

"Maybe I don't know myself," he said. He lit a cigarette, didn't offer one to her.

"You know I ain't seen my friends recently. They're all scared of you."

"I'm a scary man." He took a drag, let it out. "These days, anyway."

"I ain't even got laid in a month." It wasn't a come-on, for once. She said it in a matter-of-fact way. And right then, that got Zane's interest.

"Time off that's probably done you good," he said. "You get too dirty, it don't wash off, and I know how dirty you are."

"Gotta have fun," she said. He nodded.

"Tell me," he said. "Tell me about the last time you got dirty."

She looked up at him. His face was neutral. As she stared, he offered her a smoke. She took it, lit up.

"I was coming back from the Nine," she said. "Tara, my girl, she got lucky, so I was on my own. Got a cab, some Indian guy driving. I was pretty wasted, but I knew where I was. I tell him to take me home, and half the way back, I realize I left my fucking purse at the club."

Zane stubbed out his cigarette, waved at her to carry on.

"I figure things could get awkward, so I think, fuck it. I start to lift my skirt in the back of the cab. And I'm giggling, giving him the signals." She smiled at the memory, and so did Zane. He could feel himself getting hard.

"I say to him, 'You wanna watch me play with myself?' and his eyes pop out of his fucking head. So I don't wait for an answer. I slip my panties off, and he almost crashes the cab, just glancing back in the mirror. Lucky it's quiet that late, I guess, or he'd have fucking killed us. I don't care, I've got one leg on the seat, and I'm rubbing my clit. Next time I look up, his shoulders kind of bobbing, and I figure he's got his dick out."

Zane nodded, stiff as hell now. As Liza kept talking, he unzipped himself, easing out his penis. She watched him, but didn't stop.

"I'm fingering myself, hard, like, two fingers inside, and I'm pretty wet. About a block away, he pulls into a side street. It's quiet, and I guess he figures we won't be interrupted. He gets out, opens the door, and I've got my legs open, ready for him." 

Zane stroked himself, thrilling in his niece's words, her calm voice.

"He's beating himself off, but doesn't really climb in. I ask him if he wants to fuck me, and I'm peeling my cunt open for him. Just shakes his head, keeps jerking. No loss, his cock was pretty average."

Zane felt pre-come leak from his head. Fuck, this was horny.

"So I say, 'Where d'you wanna come, baby? Mouth, titties? Snatch?' And he just kind of waves me forward. So I move over to him, and as I'm right next to him, he grabs my titty. Gets his hand into my dress, pulls it out, fucking squeezing it, hard. Then he comes, like a fucking hydrant, all over my pussy."

Zane let himself go with a grunt, spurting all over his hand, getting the mess all down one leg. He slowed the stroke as he orgasmed, savoring the moment.

"Dirty bastard," she said with a smile.

"Him or me?" said Zane, looking round for something to clean himself with. Liza got up and passed him some kitchen paper from the small kitchenette.

"Both of you," she said.

"What happened then?" She shrugged.

"Kicked me out of the cab, fucking flew off. Wasn't far to walk, though."

Zane nodded, and sighed with pleasure as he zipped himself back up. He pulled out his cell, rang a number.

"T-Mack," he said. "My man. Go get some of the good stuff for my niece."

*

Zane visited her now and then, and sometimes she'd please him, and sometimes she didn't. He wouldn't touch her, but now and then she'd have a depraved tale to tell him that would hit the right notes, and he'd jerk himself off. He liked to drop in on her without warning.

He started to need her, but had no intention of taking her on her terms. He'd never found the right, satisfying way to claim her.

And then the opportunity presented itself, just like that.

*

"Shit," she said, looking through her purse. "Forgot my fucking ID."

Liza's friends looked at each other, eyes rolling.

"We're Donna be late," said one of them, impatiently.

"Fuck off, then," she replied. "Go on, I'll catch up."

They left her at the tower block's entrance, and she turned back to the elevator.

Zane had decided to drop in on her, maybe pissing her off by making her miss a Saturday night out. He was late, the group of them already downstairs as he got out of the car. He saw Liza split off from them, watched the rest of the little sluts walk down the steps outside in their short skirts, titties practically hanging out.

He passed them, hood up, about to follow Liza up, when he realized how he wanted it to go.

He waited in the shadows until she came back, her red platform heels clicking on the rough concrete outside the tower block. She had a slinky, hip-hugging black short dress on, the top of her bra visible above the low cut, her hair clipped up tight, exposing her neck.

She didn't see him as he followed her, careful to keep his steps quiet. She walked to the end of the block, heading to where she could catch a taxi. She approached the mouth of the alleyway that ran between the tower and the community center next to it.

Zane sped up, and she turned as she heard his hurried footsteps. Before she could say anything, he grabbed her, hand over her mouth, dragging her into the darkness. She struggled as he pulled her behind the dumpster there, the alley strewn with trash, a chain-link fence closing off the other side.

She couldn't get purchase, tried to kick at him with her heels. His dick stiffened as her small body struggled. He pushed her against the cold wall of the building.

She saw his face beneath the hood, eyes wide with shock and recognition.

He grabbed her, kissed her, tasted the slickness of her lip gloss.

She slapped him, hard across his cheek. He pulled back, face stinging, and she hit him again, harder.

She yanked him towards her, and his split lip made the kiss taste like blood.

He grabbed the back of her hair as they turned, and now his back was pressed against the wall. He pulled her backwards, stared into her lust-bright eyes.

She squatted down, her quick hands unzipping him and pulling him out with a practised haste. She stroked him quickly, her breath hot on his glans in the cool night air.

Her lips closed around him and he grunted, her head bobbing as she sucked him. He felt his hand tighten on the back of her head. He looked down to see her other hand already between her legs.

"Dirty bitch," he gasped, and she sped up.

He gripped her hair, made her slow down, before pushing his dick slowly further into her throat. He held it there, making her gag as she noisily sucked air in through her nose.

He let her go and his dick slipped out, covered in frothy saliva, as she gasped for air, her mouth surrounded in mess. He grinned.

Someone had stacked crates next to the dumpster, and Zane knocked the top one off, making the trash-can next to it clatter to the floor and roll across the alley. He pulled Liza up, grabbed her hips, hoisted her onto the crate.

The little slut wasn't wearing panties, and as his fingers fumbled at her slit, he could feel how moist she'd become.

"Do it," she whispered, and he did. He held her legs apart, and pressed his head to her slit. She moved her hand down, holding her lips open. He couldn't quite find the entrance, so she steadied his prick and fed him inside.

So warm, so slick. He slid up her tunnel, feeling her flesh envelop him. He fucked her with fast, jabbing strokes, feeling her legs wrap around him.

He wanted her soiled, dirty. Corrupted, used. He heaved into her, and she moaned. His hand slid across her ass, pulling it open, a finger finding her perineum, feeling it wet with her juice, feeling his coated dick pump into her. His finger toyed with her asshole, and she yelped as he forced it in.

"I'm gonna fuck your ass," he said, and her eyes widened again.

"N-no. No lube-"

He pulled out of her, dragging her to her feet, pulling her to the chain-link fence. She was unsteady on her feet, and almost fell over, grabbing onto the fence for support.

He opened her asscheeks and pushed his dick back into her cunt. She moaned, louder, the fence shaking and clinking with the motion.




Wood Grove: The Dealer



She wasn't wrong. As wet as his dick was, her back passage would be dry, and he didn't want to split his fucking cockhead. Maybe he could just force the cap in, jerk himself and come inside her anus.

He glanced around, and saw a crate of fruit, obviously put out in the garbage earlier in the evening by the community center staff. There was a bunch of bananas there, all spotted with brown marks, but not rotted yet.

He reached out, pulled one over. The skin was loose, and it popped open, the sweet smell of it mixing with the musk of their sex.

"What- what the fuck?" Liza looked over her shoulder, face flushed, rocking with the slowed thrusts of his hips.

He scooped a handful of pulp, let the rest fall to the alley. He slipped his dick out, and started smearing the pulp on it.

"No, no, you sick fuck!" Before she could straighten up, he pushed her forward, forcing her off balance again. He pushed two pulp-covered fingers into her asshole, and she screamed with discomfort.

He laughed as she squirmed, her ass shaking around his hand. His fingers popped out, and he pressed his slick hard-on to her hole.

She yielded to him, and he drove forward. He'd never been so hard in his life, fucking his niece's filthy ass in a squalid alley.

She was so, so tight, and as she wriggled and protested, within a handful of thrusts he came, flooding her tainted bowels.

His breathing ragged, his cock flopped out of her hole, a flood of seed following it. Pulp and come smeared her ass, dripped down one leg.

He caught his breath, closing his tender dick back up in his pants.

"Stand up," he said. It took her a moment, her arms unsteady, as she used the fence to pull herself up. She shivered, her legs pressed together, her mascara running, as she shakily pulled her skirt down. He looked her up and down.

"You better clean yourself up if you're going back out," he said.

*

"Your niece don't cause trouble like she used to," said T-Mack, weeks later. "Guess she's growing up. Not as wild."

Zane just smiled, knowing exactly how wild his plans for her were going to get.

"Guess so," he said. "You call the Russians like I asked?" T-Mack nodded. "Good. Let's move. It's getting late, and we got a deal to make."



Wood Grove: The Family Darkness



Like every town, Wood Grove has its good sides, and its bad sides. Rich, poor, respectable, criminal- the people of the Grove are like people everywhere, more or less. Except when it comes to the secrets they keep- the hot, dark, midnight-hidden acts they are helpless to resist.

This is one of a loosely-connected series of standalone tales set in the same town. No other parts need to be read to enjoy this episode. All characters in sexual situations are over 18, and all comments will be gratefully received.

*

Love was Lily Pierce's downfall.

At school, she'd been loved in return, the most popular girl, the one everyone had idolized. She was kind, caring, as well as pretty. She was the only member of the Pierce family anyone had time for, the rest of her clan being as rich and psychopathic as the most powerful citizens of Wood Grove had ever been. Her teen years had been happy times, inseparable as she'd been from her Diane, her best friend.

But puberty had awakened a darker, more intense side to the love she shared with the world. It led her astray, into the arms of a boy from the wrong side of town, who she believed with all her heart she could change from his criminal ways.

Instead, she had ended up pregnant and abandoned in Blue Meadows, the poorest part of the Grove, cut off from her family. Not that her family could have saved her, or even themselves: They found themselves ruined financially, their businesses and property broken up and sold on, their place in the Grove taken by the Koners, the ravenous, predatory family that Diane had married into.

She'd done her best with Reese, and he'd been such a model son, able to attend the town's private school thanks to a family scholarship untouched by the bankruptcy, even becoming friends with Trey, Diane's shy, insular son. But the same darkness was in him to, and Lily despaired to think his lusts would take him down a corrupting path.

He'd ended up working as a mechanic, the education he'd received ultimately counting for little in a world where his family's name was mud. He was a kind young man, and looked after her, the both of them too poor to live apart. It was difficult, not least when he started bringing women home.

Lily gave him as much room as she could, but it was torture for her. She'd forgone her own pleasures for years, despite her dark, driving need, to raise her son in stability in the darkness of the Meadows. Now he was out hunting, as young men did, indulging in all the things she desired. It soured their relationship, though Reese had no inkling why.

The most horrible twist came when Diane Koner seduced him, and he began spending long nights away with her. It burned Lily, tore her apart from the inside out. It was always going to hurt her, but perhaps the pain would have been less if he hadn't kept it from her. They had always been honest with each other, trusted each other. But his affair with Diane was a secret, until she left a deeply explicit voice-mail on the apartment phone.

It shamed Reese, and he was so apologetic- but Lily was hurt, and didn't forgive him as she should have. And all the while, she knew that Diane had done it deliberately, as one of her messed-up head games. Diane had always been in possession of a mean streak, and the years had only made her worse.

After a while the affair ended, Diane presumably having grown bored of her latest toy. Lily had already sunk into a depression, and began to drink. She worked at the public school library, but spent as much time on sick leave as in work, from persistent hangovers rather than actual ill-health.

*

It was as much an impossible situation for Reese as his mother. He worked hard to look after both of them, after all- his mother's pay barely covered the living expenses. So he partied hard when he had the chance. He didn't run with a gang, never caused trouble. He didn't understand what the matter was.

Except he did, really. He didn't want to face it, but he knew. He had trouble controlling his urges, resisting the call of his desires. On some level, he knew it was the same for his mother. He also knew that he should never have started an affair with Diane Koner, but when his dick started thinking, the rest of his brain shut down. And Diane was an irresistibly good fuck.

Every time he fucked her, though, there was something missing. As pleasurable as it was, and as perfect as she was- gorgeous body, dirty as all-hell, an experienced older woman as he'd always lusted after- he could feel a connection that should have been there, but wasn't. It drove him nuts, like an itch he couldn't scratch, made worse when she stopped returning his calls.

He stalked the apartment like a caged bear, as his mother sunk herself into an alcoholic stupor.

Things could not go on like this. Both of them were ready to explode.

*

She'd woken feeling sick, but after seeing Reece's face staring at her in disgust over breakfast, she went to work anyway. A day spent in a daze, on painkillers, her long dark hair a mess teased up into as orderly a style as she could manage. She hadn't done the laundry in a while, and found herself having to go out in her evening wear- a short black skirt, red blouse that showed perhaps too much cleavage. She could feel eyes on her all day, staring at her ample ass, moving down over her naked legs, her high-heeled, buckled court shoes. She'd been a real looker once, but had put on too much weight. Her breasts had become pendulous, growing a shocking amount during her pregnancy, and had never been the same again. Her paunch was held in place with magic panties, but there wasn't much she could do about her curves, her wide hips.

She stopped at a bar on her way home, and came within a drink of going to a hotel with a salesman in a soiled, cheap suit.

The last thing she needed, after already feeling ashamed, was the cold shoulder from Reece when she got back.

"How was your day?" she asked.

"You're drunk," came the reply.

He sat at the kitchen table, shaking his head. He was showered, obviously not long from work himself.

"So what?" she said, an edge in her voice.

"So have some fucking self respect!" he exploded. She froze. Despite everything, he'd never cursed at her.

"Don't you speak to me like that," she said, her voice icy, the drink in her belly burning hot.

"Someone has too! Look at yourself. You're a mess, and I don't know why. What the hell happened that-"

"You happened!" she spat. "You and that bitch. Did you bring her here?" They were both on their feet, practically face to face, scarlet red with anger at each other. "Did you fuck your whore in this house?"

"So that's what this is about," he said, shaking his head. "Shit, that's pathetic."

She was screaming at him now.

"Did you fuck her diseased cunt in this kitchen? In my fucking bed? Is that what gets you off?" His face was contorted, pain and anger in a toxic mix.

"If you weren't my mother, I'd-"

"You'd what?"

He turned away.

"Sleep this off. I don't want to look at you."

She hit him, a stinging slap across his face, hard enough that his head whipped sideways. In a white hot second, the anger flashed out if her as she realized the terrible thing she'd done.

"Reese, oh God, no, I'm sorry, I-"

He spun back, teeth gritted, nothing in his eyes but rage. He grabbed her, painfully, and she gasped, his hands digging into her arms, bruising her.

"Please Reese, I didn't-"

She moaned in pain as he hurled her round, her back hitting the wall. Tears started to run down her cheeks, smearing her make-up, blurring her vision-

-but despite this, she caught a glance of eyes once more, not filled with rage-

-filled with hunger.

He yanked up her skirt, before digging his fingers into the waistband of her large panties. He pulled them down, hard, scratching her skin.

She hadn't been keeping her pubic hair trimmed, so a thick dark thatch surrounded the pink hint of her cunt. He pressed his hand to her, finding her wet, even as she struggled.

"Please-"

He shook with adrenaline, digging his stiff dick out of his pants with a little difficulty. She glimpsed it as she looked down, a magnificent, thick length of meat. She felt a sticky heat between her legs as he fumbled with it, jabbing it against her. He didn't have the angle right, and she stiffened as his penis touched the intimate slickness of her labia, but couldn't penetrate, not while he used his other hand to hold her in place.

Without a word, she stopped struggling. She lifted her hand to his face, touched him tenderly. He looked at her, into her eyes.

She raised her leg, lifting it against him, opening her most secret, sacred place for him. He ran his hand against her leg, lifting her.

His penis angled upwards, and he entered her.

He shoved in, hard and deep, and her back banged against the wall. She howled, breath ragged, nails scratching into his hips as he fucked her. Every thrust was at his pleasure, her tunnel gripping him as the slick friction consumed her.

She bit his lip, almost drawing blood, before kissing him, tonguing him as he drilled into her. He drew his mouth back, slipped his penis out of her. He pulled her over to the kitchen table, bent her double, yanked her skirt up, before driving into her from behind.

"God, no," she moaned, as her body responded with soaking wet delight. He ravaged her, his thick cock pounding in and out of her, as she pressed back on her heels.

He groaned, and his cock pulsed in orgasm. She could feel her son release himself, felt the added slickness of his semen as he slowed his stroke, every spurt directed towards her womb.

She leaned on the table, almost in tears, exhausted suddenly. She couldn't look at him. She was spent.

She was still horny as all hell.

He slipped his dick out of her cunt, leaving her spread out against the table.

She tried to say his name-

-The words froze in her throat as his tongue slid into her asshole.

She felt her eyes roll back into her head at the intensity of sensation. His wet, agile tongue darted back and fore over her anus, tasting her earthy sweat, burrowing into her. She could feel her pussy practically gush with arousal, as another glob of semen spilled out from her.

His finger pushed his seed over her labia, massaging her as he tongued her, teasing her used cunthole before sliding up to her clit. He rubbed her small, hard flesh, squeezed it very lightly, before masturbating her rhythmically.

"Reese!" she cried, tears wetting her cheeks as she came.

*

Her bed. Naked, sweating, pierced again and again by his relentless cock. They tasted each other, neither caring about the mess they made on and in each of their bodies. No barriers between them, no guilt, no thought of consequence.

He fucked her raw, from behind, his hands gripping her large, sagging breasts, roaming over her rounded, middle-aged belly, prick pounding into her hairy, warm pie, her back to his young, muscled stomach, her neck arched back, kissing him, her filled, him deep, deep, so deep, so deep, coming and coming and coming and

*

and then it was morning.

She woke up, the haze slowly lifting. The bed was a mess, her hair mussed and tangled. Her body felt coated in sweat and God knew what else. She could still feel slickness between her legs, and the warmth of a sleeping body beside her.

What had they done? What the fuck had they done?

She pulled the sheets back, swung out her legs. Felt a sickness in her stomach that had nothing to do with the drink. Her shoulders felt heavy, and she raised a shaking hand to her face to rub her forehead.

She could smell his musk on her hand.

She felt a pain in her chest, suffocating. She needed to get away. She stood-

-his hand caught her arm, a light touch. He was awake.

He sat up, moving carefully next to her. His hand caressed the back if her head.

He kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips.

"Baby, no, this is so wrong-"

"No. It isn't." He pressed a finger tenderly to her lips. "But I was wrong, Mom. I hurt you last night. I shouldn't have. I was in pain-"

"No! I was the one who hurt you! I never would have-"

"It's fine. It's all fine. We're fine." Before she could protest, he manoeuvred her back, to lie on the bed again. "We're happy. We should be happy."

He parted her legs, his thumbs running over her bush before tracing the moist flesh of her eager lips, opening them. He bowed his head, and licked her. Her legs tensed, and she gasped, her breasts shaking with her motion.

Her moisture rose for him as his tongue entered her, moving one hand to caress the swell of her tummy. She'd hated the weight she'd put on over the years, the fact she was a few pounds heavier than she should be. She couldn't stand the wrinkled bump of her stomach, her sagging breasts, her stretch marks.

Yet her son had revelled all night in all of her, in every mark life had given her, as he did now, devouring the warm taste of her pussy. His tongue slid up and down her sex, before dipping into her hole, making her quiver. He worshipped her, eating her chalice thoroughly, before slipping his tongue to her clit. He pressed it, hard, rubbing it gently inside his mouth.

Her orgasm rose, her hands grasping the bedsheets, and she cried out, the noise rising up from deep inside her center.

"Yes!" she howled. "God, yes!" He lifted his head up, his body rising too, and he kissed her. The warm wave of ecstasy engulfed her, his mouth wet with her pussy, wetting her mouth in turn, his clever fingers prolonging the euphoria.

She felt him hard against her belly. Her hand wrapped around him, but she saw him wince. He was red raw from their lovemaking, anxious for release, but obviously sore.

She was gentle, masturbating him slowly, carefully. She licked her hand, and he groaned at the damp stroke. She jerked the rim of his cockhead, stimulating it, trying not to cause his shaft pain from the friction.

"Oh, Mom," he moaned, and came, thin spurts of semen landing across her side, her belly, his load light after a long night of filling her.

They kissed, their bodies fulfilled in each other.

*

They lived for a time as private lovers, not revealing anything to the outside world of their relationship. Reese began to plan for the future, imagining a place they could go where they could openly be together, a new life beyond the Meadows, beyond Wood Grove. He believed what they did was a secret.

He was wrong.

*

He walked through the door of the apartment, smiling to himself, feeling the comfortable warmth in his crotch, knowing that his mother had taken to meeting him with a long kiss, and a satisfying blow-job.

"Mom?" he said. There was no answer. Immediately, he knew something felt strange in the house, and he realized that they had company of some sort.

He walked into the kitchen- and saw his mother, pale and scared, sat opposite Trey Koner and a blonde, spectacled woman he didn't recognize.

He could still tell it was his old friend, even though the changes in him were incredible. He looked assured, confident, handsome. Reese was also painfully aware of all the things he'd been doing with Trey's mother.

"Hello, Reese," said Trey. "It's good to see you. It's been a very, very long time." He gestured to the woman. This is my, ah, therapist, Dr Reagan. The doctor and I have been working through some- issues, you could say. With my mother."

Reese was confused. Why wouldn't his own mother look at him? What was it about the situation that felt so wrong?

Why did he feel so terrified?

As if reading his thoughts, Trey nodded.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I can see your troubled by all of this. It's an- effect I have on people. One I've cultivated with Dr Reagan's help. Your nervous system is, as we speak, trying to crawl out of your skin because it sees me as a dangerous rival. But I'm not here as a threat to you, Reese. Not to you or the wonderful arrangement you have with your beautiful mother. I'm here to make reparations for my own mother's terrible treatment of you."

"What are you?" said Reese, unable to keep a tremor from his voice.

"I suppose," said Trey with a smirk. "I'm the human equivalent of a pack leader. An alpha male."

"What do you mean, reparations?"

It was Dr Reagan's turn to talk, in a low, husky voice.

"You've been used as Diane Koner's plaything. We've been carefully re-educating her, and in the course of doing so, found out about the sadistic pleasure she took in hurting you both. As recompense, we're here to offer you a role in our organization, a generous salary, and our sincere apologies."

"If I don't-" said Reese

Trey cut him off.

"Best not to," he said.

Reese closed his eyes, sighed.

"Ok," he said, and his mother stifled a sob. He looked at her, confused.

"Wise," said Trey. "However, it might not have been your fault, but I can't let slide the fact that you have been fucking my mother, and as recompense to me, in turn, you're going to have to watch me violate yours."

"No-" The word caught in his throat.

"Sorry," said Trey with a sorrowful shake of his head. "It has to be this way."

Reese found himself paralysed as Trey stood, feeding his thick, stiffening dick out of the fly of his suit pants. Lily just sat there, in tears, as Trey pressed his cock to her cheek, masturbating. Reese couldn't take his eyes off, though he wished he could.

"Come over here," said Dr Reagan. Reese obeyed, walking over to her chair. She sat there in a blue blouse and black skirt, cross legged, one foot bouncing up and down, casually displaying an expensive Louboutin high heel.

"Open your mouth," said Trey, and Lily did. He fed his penis in, and she sucked him. Reese felt his pulse quicken, and realized he was getting hard.

"Oh," said the doctor with interest. Before he could protest, she started to rub his crotch through his jeans.

Trey had his hand behind Lily's head now, and was thrusting in. She made strangled noises, his every drive forward merciless.

Reagan opened Reese's pants, and he gasped as she started to stroke him. He glanced down at her, breaking his eyes away from the vile, erotic scene in front of him for the first time. She didn't seem particularly aroused, stroking his length with a detached curiosity more than anything else.

His eyes shot back up at the sound if his mother gagging. Trey was forcing it in, deep, watching her struggle. At the last moment, as she turned crimson, he pulled out, leaving her red-faced and breathing hard, as he jerked his slick cock.

Despite his horror, Reese was hard as a rock, and the doctor masturbated him with some skill. He felt the pre-come leak from his cockhole. 

Trey was jerking furiously now, obviously close. His hand closed around her hair in a fist, yanking her head back. She yelped in pain.

"Yessss," he hissed, and ejaculated. His jism spattered onto her face, over her cheeks, her chin, into her mouth. As he watched, Reese felt his own seed begin to rise.

"Wait," said Reagan, sensing his desire, slowing her stroke to prevent him reaching climax.

Trey stayed holding Lily's hair back, keeping her come-covered face in the same position. He held his now-flaccid penis, an expression of discomfort on his face.

Suddenly, he moaned with relief, the discomfort replaced with a grin, as a stream of clear piss splashed onto Lily. It washed over her, sprayed over the semen streaks. She gasped and spluttered as it streamed into her mouth, before overflowing down her chin, her clothes.

Reese howled in anger, even as Reagan stroked him hard, and he began to come.

His mother cried, make-up running, Trey's fluid having soaked her, humiliated her. Trey laughed, even as Reese shot his own load, hard, onto the tiles of the kitchen.

"There," said Trey. "That really wasn't so bad, was it?"




Wood Grove: The Family Darkness



*

Some time later, Reese found himself summoned to the Koner Building, at the heart of the Grove's financial district. He was called up to an office on one of the top floors, and left on his own in a glass and chrome waiting room for an hour. By the time someone came to fetch him, he felt like he'd sweated most of his body weight off.

An blank-faced assistant showed him to a small meeting room, where Dr Reagan was waiting for him.

"Mr Koner wishes to employ you," she said, without preamble. "And, in fact, your mother. Based on your psychological profiles, as written up by yours truly, your notable, deliciously aberrant sex drives offer the company two opportunities. Firstly: we have a number of clients that need to be... taken care of, now and then. They have very particular tastes. We think a gorgeous couple like you would fit the bill."

"This is a sex thing," said Reese, shaking his head.

"Honey," she said with a grin. "Everything's a sex thing, when you get right down to it. Don't feign distaste. I know what kind of people you are. This is perfect for you, and you will be paid incredibly well. You'll be out of the Meadows, halfway back to where your family used to be."

"What's the second job you want me- us- to do?"

Her grin seemed to get wider.

"Well, there's a quiet, anonymous little corner of Koner Corporation that's about to start making movies..."

*

Limited distribution movies, for the connoisseur, the doctor explained. Movies that specialized in genuine, taboo relationships, that could also function as a catalog of sorts. A menu, for those willing to pay.

The money they were offered was incredible. And though neither of them wanted to talk about it, the deprivation of what they were asked to perform spoke to their darkest desires.

Lily showed up drunk, but Reese couldn't begrudge his mother that.

"So, you're mother and son?" asked the director, as the camera rolled.

The studio was in a basement, a small, dingy, seedy place, with a couch, and bare walls. It was lit for the camera, and the crew consisted of a sound guy, the director, and a cameraman.

"Isn't this a little, er, cheap?" said Reese. He sat on the sofa next to his mother, in a white vest and jeans. They'd both been made-up a little, and her hair had been teased into a fashionable bun. She wore a skirt and black low-cut blouse, with red high heels. Very basic, as per the director's instructions.

"It's realism," said the director. "This shoot, anyway. There'll be others. Answer the question."

"Yes, we are," said Reese, and the director sighed.

"You need to have the question as part of your answer," he replied, and Reese turned red.

"It's ok, honey," said Lily with a smile. She held his hand reassuringly, even as he saw the anaesthetic glaze of alcohol in her eyes. She turned to the camera, a little shy, but beaming. Photogenic.

"We're mother and son," she said. "And we've been having sex for a while now."

"Good," said the director. "And what's it like?"

"It's the most amazing thing. I've never felt so... so complete, as when my son's cock is inside me. He fits me perfectly, and the feeling of his come inside me- god, I can't describe it. It gets me so wet."

"Why don't you show us?" said the director. Reese stared at the camera, obviously feeling awkward, but Lily touched his cheek, nodded at him.

She wore no panties, so as his hand lifted her skirt, the camera could see the dark curls of her pubic thatch. She still hadn't tidied herself up, as the director wanted naturalism.

The camera zoomed in as Reese's fingers splayed her cunt open, then massaged her, making her groan, making her arch her neck back, before he found her clit. She turned her head as he masturbated her, and they kissed.

"Mom and son. Beautiful," said the director. The sound guy already had his dick free, jerking off with one hand, the boom held steady with the other. "Don't you think your boy needs a little attention, too?"

Lily played up to the camera, giggling, as she eased out Reese's penis, stroking it as she was stroked herself.

The director rolled his eyes as he watched the scene become too much for the sound man, who stifled a moan as he ejaculated, off-camera.

"I bet your titties are sweet," said the director. "Why don't you show us?"

Lily undid the tie on one side of her blouse, and let it open up. She wore no bra, so her pendulous breasts bobbed down as they were released. Reese moved his free hand to one, massaging it, pinching the nipple between his fingers, as his mother continued to pleasure him with her hand. He lifted his cunt-slick fingers up to her mouth, and her chest heaved with arousal as she sucked on her own juice.

He leaned over, took her nipple in his mouth. He bit it, sucked it, his own arousal overcoming the reluctance that stemmed from being put in front of a camera.

"Good," said the director. "Real good. Hey, Mommy, why don't you get his prick nice and wet?"

Lily leaned over, still stroking him. She lifted her legs onto the sofa, shifting so her ass and heels were in the air. The camera focused on her fur pie, peeking out from between her legs, before traveling back to the other end, where she began by licking her son's purple cap. Pre-come oozed out, and she lapped it up, before swallowing him down.

She slid up and down his pole, her spit frothing with his own leaking fluid. The camera moved towards her face, showed her lips slipping down his hard flesh.

"Mmm. You wanna feel him inside you?"

She looked up, stroking her spit along his shaft, smiling, staring straight at the camera.

"Oh god," she said. "I need my son's cock up inside me."

Still in her heels, she squatted on the sofa above him, skirt hitched up, titties out, facing the camera. She lowered herself down, reverse cowgirl, as he held his hard dick and pushed it into her.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, as she slowly started to ride him.

The director was silent, as the cameraman played the camera's eye over her body, the swell of her breasts, the glistening of Reese's cock as it plunged into her hairy pussy. She began to moan, and in response Reese's hand came round her hip, searching for and finding her clitoris.

"Hot, oh god, that's hot," said the director. "Bend her over."

Reese picked up his mother, and did as the director instructed. Knees together, she held onto the arm of the sofa as Reese peeled her cheeks back and drove his manhood into her again.

"Fuck yes," said the director. "Let's see her dirt-hole." Reese opened her up, displaying her quivering anus, as he kept up his steady motion. "You ever do your mom's ass?"

Reese slowed his pace. The camera drew into his face, and he looked panicked for a moment.

"Mommy?" said the director. "You want one planted in your back passage?"

Her enthusiastic façade cracked, as she looked over her shoulder, red-faced.

"No-" she stuttered. "We never- we haven't- that's not-"

"Fuck her ass, hard," said the director.

"No!" said Lily, trying to rise up.

"Push her down," he said to Reese. Reese, his face screwed up in discomfort, held the back of her neck to stop her moving away. The director gestured to the cameraman. "Close on her face. I want to see how she likes this."

Reese spat on her asshole, before sliding himself out of her. His dick was slick from her gushing pussy, slick enough that as he forced his cockhead against her anus, he was able to push it past her ring.

Lily almost screamed, her face contorted, teeth gritted. Every second of her pain captured on camera.

"Fuck yes," said the director. "All the way in."

She stopped struggling and pressed her face into the arm of the sofa. Reese, with some difficulty, pushed his cock all the way in, and the camera pulled back to show it.

"That's-" said Reese. "That's all I can-"

"That's fine, man," said the director. "Now give Mommy a taste of her ass."

Reese pulled himself out, inch by inch. Lily didn't move.

"Mommy?" said the director, but she wouldn't answer, so be indicated for Reese to stand up and come around.

He lifted her chin. She wouldn't look at him, her make-up a mess, no enthusiasm left, no brightness in her dull eyes.

She opened her mouth, and Reese pushed his cock in, and she tasted the stale earthiness of her ass.

"Yes," said the director. "Oh yeah. Now pop off on her."

Reese's face was blank, as he slipped his cock out. He masturbated to a silent climax, his come splattering over his mother's pale, haunted face.

"Oh, that was great! You two are great, we're gonna have some fun."

They stayed there, unable to move. Shocked.

Trapped.

"Say hi to your new fans!" said the director. "Wave to the camera, Mommy."



Wood Helper



"Shit!" I think hearing the phone ring as I step out of the shower. I quickly run over and grab it. "Hello?" I say, as I grab a towel and start drying off. It's Tim, one of our friends who lives a few streets over with his wife Beth. "Leo, I need a hand this morning with the wood pile. Any chance you're around and available? It's a two person job." I tell Tim I can swing over in a few minutes after I get dressed. I hang up the phone, put on some shorts, shirt, a bit of cologne and head out.

I pull into their driveway and head up the back stairs. I see Tim in the kitchen and I step in. I start to speak but Tim quickly motions me quiet and whispers that Beth is asleep. He offers me a bottle of water and asks me to follow him down the hallway. I give him an inquisitive look as we approach the door of his bedroom. He simply smiles and orders me to not say a word.

We walk into the bedroom and I'm shocked at what I see. Beth is not asleep. She is however, tied down to their bed, has a black velvet blindfold covering her eyes and has a black ball gag secured snuggly around her neck and mouth. As the shock slowly passes, I look closer and see Beth's hands are bound together and secured to the bed railing with bondage tape. Each ankle is secured to a corner bed post, causing her legs to be spread wide apart. I immediately feel my pants tighten.

Beth is a beautiful woman in her 30's. She has long, wild, blonde hair and very sexy lips that beckon to be kissed. I've never seen her naked before and I immediately focus in on her breasts. They are gorgeous. They look to be a D cup with perfect dime sized puffy nipples. I scan her body. I have always imagined her cleanly shaven and I'm pleased to see I was right. Tim closes the door behind us and Beth starts making angry muffled noises.

I look at Tim and he gives me a smile. He starts to take his clothes off and gives me a nod to do the same. I quickly follow his lead and get naked. Tim walks over to Beth and unfastens the gag from her mouth. 

"You asshole!" she says, "Feels like I've been alone in here tied up for nothing for 20 fucking minutes!" she continues with frustration in her voice.

"Either fuck me or untie me!"

Before she can finish yelling she feels the familiar large head of Tims cock slip into her mouth. I can see the excitement in Beth's body as she leans her head in towards his cock, she's clearly happy that something is finally happening. I watch as she takes his whole cock slowly into her mouth. I hear her moan as he continues to let his cock slide in and out of her perfectly shaped mouth. I can't help but smirk. Beth is quick witted with a smart mouth. Watching her mouth get fucked gives me quite the sense of satisfaction, and my pants grow even tighter.

After a few minutes Tim catches my eye and motions me to start playing with her legs. I move toward the bottom of the bed and I happen to glance at the prize that's awaiting me: her glistening, wet pussy is at the finishing line. I have the urge to lunge for it right away, but I fight off the temptation and place a soft kiss on her ankle. 

As soon as she feels my kiss she instantaneously tries to stop sucking Tims cock. Tim overcomes her struggles and continues to fuck her mouth. She tries to move her head away. Tim, not letting up, takes a handful of her long blonde hair and wraps it around his fingers.

"You have a job to do before I take my cock out of your mouth my delicious little slut." He is preventing her from doing anything except using her mouth as his own personal fuck toy. She finally stops resisting and succumbs to his control. 

I look up at her sweet, soaking, wet pussy and would love nothing more than to help her release some pressure. I reach for her and touch her clit. I hear her moans grow louder and I look up to see a mixture of her saliva and Tims precum sliding down her chin. My own erection continues to grow.

I let my hands slowly slide up and down her legs, my fingers lightly touching her soft skin. She can sense a foreign pair of hands moving up and down her long, slender legs, she's clearly enjoying the sensation of fingers tracing their way up and down her body. I kiss the inside of one calf, then gently kiss my way up to her knee. My fingers find their way up, another kiss on her inner thigh. I stop on her other thigh and suck, leaving a hickey. She feels my hands firmly grip her inner thighs and slide slowly closer to her awaiting pussy. Just a few more inches. I stop, squeeze her thighs. I release my hands and take them away. I look up and hear her moan disappointingly when she feels Tims cock leave her mouth. But, Not for long, he slams it back in that little smart ass mouth of hers. 

My fingers make contact with her thighs again, inches away from her wet and welcoming pussy. Slowly my fingers move up and Beth can feel her lips being caressed. Her wetness is dripping from her tight, soaking pussy. My fingers start skating through her pussy, parting her lips. She's like a river now. I find a finger to slip inside her. She can feel my breath on her sweet pussy. Both of our anticipations are building. I stop suddenly when I hear Tim groan "I'm cuming." I look up in time to see Tim pull his cock out of her mouth and a stream of cum shoots out across her cheek, hitting her blindfold, her nose and chin. He continues stroking his cock until he is done. He sits sated at the head of the bed catching his breath. He uses his hand to wipe some of his cum from her face guiding his finger to her mouth. "Here you go babe, be a good girl and help me clean off my fingers." She willingly obeys. He looks over at me with a smile on his face. "Hope you don't mind" he whispers in Beth's ear. "Thought you would like to see what's it's like to have someone join us". 

Beth finally had a chance to speak now that there was no dick in her mouth. "Tim, Asshole! Who the fuck is in here?"

"Shut up or I'll ask him to leave!" he says. "But don't you worry babe, I'm recording it for you to watch later," he adds and with that he puts the black ball gag back in place into her mouth. She tries to resist but it's no use. 

I finally get my lips on her pussy. I feel my tongue slide over her sweet, swollen clit. As I'm about to suck on it, Tim stops me: "Sir, I think you have been too gentle with her. There are some toys over on the dresser. Why don't you go get something to use on her. My little bitch needs some discipline for such a dirty mouth."

Before I take my mouth away, I take her clit in between my lips and suck on it. She feels me move away from between her legs. Again she lets out a moan of disapproval and a growl of frustration. I walk over to the dresser and I see a few things that I like. I hold something up, Tim smiles and nods. He then adds pointing to the butt plug, "take that other one at the end and use that first."

Beth lays there in the dark with her eyes covered and I can only imagine the swirl of emotions and thoughts that must be going through her head: Who is in the room with us, I need to get free, I want to be fucked, what's going to happen next.

Wanting to break whatever thoughts were spinning in her head, I quickly and suddenly reach under and between her legs and spread her ass cheeks apart. I slowly slide the warm, wet butt plug into her ass. As the widest part slips past her hole she lets out a slight whimper. The pressure must arouse her because she slowly grinds her hips into the bed, she's clearly longing for someone or anything to fuck her.





I can see her body easing from the intrusion on her ass and I decide I want her her attention back to me. The familiar sound of a flog sailing through the air is heard followed by a "slap" as it lands on her breast and nipple. A multitude of rubber strings make contact with her delicate skin. I invoke yet another slap of the flog followed by yet another. She is enjoying the overwhelming assault on her breasts and nipples, her back arches to meet each slap. I give her a pause to let her catch her breath, her tits and nipples are bright red and her skin is raised with welts. The only relief she gets is provided from the coolness in the air.





Her breathing has become heavier and the sheets below her ass are sopping wet. Clearly she needs to be fucked, and fucked hard at that. Tim knows her well and can tell that she needs and wants a cock now. But he decides to torment her longer instead of giving her what her body craves and desires.

Tim settles onto her breasts, sucking and licking her. He knows how much she loves to have her nipples sucked, licked and bitten. He knows he can make her cum this way and he can tell her release is soon. He strategically moves from one breast to the other, doing what he can to build up her climax. 

I move onto my next toy of choice, the whip. I take it into my right hand, reach back and swing. It can be heard slicing through the air and landing on Beth's inner thigh. She flinches and yelps as she feels the intense sting of it hitting her inner thigh and slightly catching her pussy. My cock delights in hearing her whimper and moan. I again swing the whip and aim at her glistening pussy, hoping to make contact with her clit. The pace of the whipping increases. It perfectly lands on its mark, again and again. I continue my assault as I watch and feel her body tightening, her pressure is building. The combination of Tim's mouth on her nipples, his tongue dancing around them, his hand squeezing her beautiful breasts and my torment on her clit is too much. She begins to release. Her screams are muffled by the gag and her body convulses like never before. Her squirting pussy leaves behind a delicious mess on the bed. I can see the surprise in both Beth and Tim's faces, it's evident Beth has never came like this before. 

Beth's body goes limp from exhaustion. Both Tim and I lie beside her. I brush her thighs with my fingertips, moving my hands up and down against her wet body. Tim begins kissing her neck slowly, deliberately pausing for a second with his lips on her neck. More kisses moving up to her ear. He whispers "Do you want me to remove the gag?" She still hasn't caught her breath but she slowly nods yes.

As he is undoing the restraint around her mouth I invade her sweet, wet pussy with my tongue. Her scent is intoxicating, my cock is so hard after everything I have just seen. I slowly let my tongue roam over her pussy, following the curve of her lips up one side and down the other. I kiss her thighs, her pussy, her clit. I slowly withdraw the plug from her ass. With the plug out, my fingers start tracing the rim of her ass. I take her clit between my lips and suck slowly. I slip my thumb in her ass. She moans, I hear her sexy voice: "God that feels good, please don't stop!" Hearing her beg only makes my erection grow harder.

As I'm focusing on her pussy and ass, Tim straddles her head. His balls are on her lips and his cock bobs on her chin. She extends her tongue and it slides from one ball to the other. Tim moves further down so he can feel her tongue on his ass. She starts moving her tongue slowly around his ass. He starts grinding his hips and becomes hard again. Tim tells her how good her tongue feels in his ass. I look up from her pussy and see that his eyes are closed and he's stroking his cock, her tongue is darting in and out. This scene makes me so unbelievably horny and I can't help but start ravaging her pussy. I start sucking harder and slowly place a second finger into her ass and delight in fucking her. Her hips begin to gyrate and her back arches. I furiously flick my tongue over her clit determined to make her release again. Her body arches, her hands clench the sheets and I can feel her pussy tighten and pulsate. Tim, perfectly in sync with her, grunts and showers cum all over her tits. He collapses next to her. I revel in delight at my job well done and watch her come down from her second climax.

After a few minutes, I grab a towel and clean her up a bit. I give Tim a nod, gesturing to her restrained ankles.

"It's time," he says, "plus you haven't cum yet," I nod with anticipation. 

"Baby you are in for the finale," Tim whispers into Beth's ear as he rolls her onto her knees. He slides himself underneath her. He slowly guides his huge, hard cock to the entrance of her pussy. Her body shivers in anticipation of finally having a cock in her. His large head slips away into her wet cunt, she moans at how good it feels as she starts slowly grinding into him. His hands slide over her breasts, finding her nipples. Her delight in having her nipples played with is evident. His mouth finds hers, their tongues dance. The pace of her riding him picks up. She feels my hands on her back and startles. Tim says to her, "Hold still for a moment love. This is a first for you, you are about to get fucked by two hard cocks." She smiles, Tim seeing this, smiles as well and he gives me a nod of approval. Not wasting another moment I slowly slide my cock into her ass. The pressure of our cocks only makes her wetter by the second. I gently slide myself further in and am matched by Tim pushing deeper in her as well. After a few seconds we both are all the way in. I start to slide out and back in. We keep the pace slow. After a few minutes Tim starts fucking her as well. A few thrusts in and we find a good pace. All of us are moaning, she yells how good it feels and tells us to fuck her faster. The pace picks up. She is being pounded by my cock in her ass. I slap each ass cheek. Not being able to contain myself any longer, I grab her hips and thrust one final time going as deep as I can and she feels my hot cum explode inside her. I catch my breath, pull out and lie down beside her.

Tim, not ready to be done yet, slides out from beneath her and positions himself behind her and puts his cock back in her pussy. This time he doesn't hold back, he starts fucking her like a mad man. He asks her: "How much do you love having my cock in your pussy? I fucking love feeling your pussy around my cock." It is so hot to see him mount her and fuck her like there is no tomorrow. They are both grunting and moaning. She begs him to fuck her harder, harder and faster. Hearing her say that is just what he needs to take him over the edge. He pulls out, pushes her over and straddles her chest as he sticks his cock in her mouth and unloads his final load of the night. She cleans him up. He lays next to her.

I come over to the bed. She feels my neck and inhales, she recognizes my cologne. She smiles and says my name: "Leo." I love the sound of my name rolling off her tongue. She kisses my neck and inhales me one last time. I kiss her lips, gently slip off her blindfold and kiss her on the forehead. She looks at both of us and smiles. I tell both of them how wonderful it was and thank them both for letting me be a part of it. "I'll let myself out" I say. I pick up my stuff, slip out and close the door behind me. I drive home with a smile on my face and a hope that I get another call to help Tim with the wood.



Wood in the Woods



Ok this is my first story. Being young and explorative I'm not open about my sexuality. I'd been chatting on a few websites one of interest to this story was my particular favourite. I'd had a hard day at work so needed some 'release'. I logged onto this website and started to chat to a few guys but no luck. Was going to log off when one guy said that he lived near me. We chatted and cammed for a bit then we decided a meet up should be arranged he asked a time and place and I responded that I wanted to meet up now. He agreed to my surprise and he told me his address and told him I would be there in 40 minutes. The whole drive was sending me crazy, it was about 9pm when I left so the motorway was pretty clear. 

*

We text each other for the drive telling me what he would be wearing and where to find him as we couldn't meet at his due to him living with his parents. I pulled my car into a small road and waited where he told me to- I sent him another text but no response. I was about to give up and drive around for a bit when I saw a guy on a pushbike matching the description he gave me. As he cycled past my car looked me in the eye and stopped. He turned around and pulled up next to my car. 

'hi,' he said, 'are you Jay?' 

'Yes you must be Jake?' I responded.

'Yeah, erm...so do you wanna park your car I know a place we can go?'

'Ok,' I parked the car down a second side street and he waited for me where I met him. It was getting darker at the time which was good because if we were going to do this in the open the cover of darkness would be better, lest we wanted to get caught. I followed him towards a field and we began walking towards a slightly wooded area. We didn't talk much I hadn't met with a guy in a while and from the sounds of him neither had he. This gave me a chance to check him out. He was 19 so a year younger than me at the time. He was walking ahead of me, slender built about 170cm so roughly my height. He had dark short hair which was unkempt which I found hotter as he wasn't obsessed with his looks. 

As we walked across the last bit of the field the conversation dwindled to odd phrases mentioned randomly.. As we climbed over a sty I noticed how dark the wooded area was. We hadn't seen any dog walkers or any other person on our short walk so I gathered we would be fine here. 

'this seem ok to you?' he asked I nodded and added that 'I didn't mind as I don't know the area that well'. he dropped his bag that he had with him on the floor and stood in silence. 

'I haven't done this in a while so I'll follow your lead.,' I whispered to him.

'neither have I so...' he trailed off. 

Ok time for me to act before it got too dark to see each other. I stepped forward towards him and he followed my lead, I gingerly reached up a hand to the side of his head and we both leaned forward and kissed. 

'see that wasn't so bad was it?' I joked as I went in for another kiss. This time he opened his mouth wide and we explored each others mouths with our tongues. I caught the musty young smell of his body and it sent me wild. I let my hand drop to explore his slender back and reached down to his lovely round bum. He followed me lead and we played with each other for a bit, I could feel his erection pressing against my crotch through his shorts. I reached round and started playing with his cock through his pants. He did the same, letting me lead our little woodland fun. Once we were both hard he reached down with both hands and ripped open my shorts and reached into my boxers and pulled my cock out. This time I followed his lead and did the same reaching into his briefs to pull out his cock. His was similar to mine in thickness and I sized him up to be the same length as me being 7 inches. Pretty good match on meeting this guy. We stood there stroking each others cocks and his wrapped his hand around my cock and started to jerk me off. Any nervousness he had before was now gone. I pulled his top off and observed his slender body in the half light of the moonlight. Not much hair on him and a lovely curve on his cock. He moved his body against mine again and we started to kiss each others mouths and necks, this gave me a chance to feel the smoothness of his back and arms.

'you have a lovely body man,' I whispered into his ear and he giggled a little.

I stooped my head down and started licking and sucking his nipples. He let out a slight moan and rested his hands on my shoulders.

'whenever you are ready mate.' he said I took the hint and kissed down his body towards his genitals. I skirted my tongue around his cock and moved my mouth to his large hairy balls. I licked them and felt his body quiver clearly enjoying it. I sucked his balls into my mouth and felt his balls tighten. Once I was finished my oral assault on his balls I moved up to his cock I licked his shaft until it was wet enough to go into my mouth. I licked his head and then tickled his slit and glans then brought his cock into my mouth and he let out another low moan. He tasted yummy, musty enough to send me wild but sweat enough to remind me he was still young. I started rocking my head back and forth, up and down his shaft I felt his hips move towards me trying to get his cock deeper down my throat. I let him rock his hips back and forth then stand up to kiss him again. 

'good enough for you?' I asked

'yeah was fantastic.' he responded and kissed me again his mouth kissing round my chin and then he nibbled me ear. He then bent down and started sucking my cock, straight away no messing about. I felt the warmness of his mouth around my cock and the wetness of his saliva around my shaft. He swirled his tongue around my bellend and my legs shook a bit at this. I felt him jerking off his cock as it knocked against my shins. He stood up and we jerked each other off again. I knew he was close as his rhythm on my cock picked up so I slowed down on my hand movements not wanting him to cum too quick and spoil the fun. I felt his cock and balls tighten so I lent down and started to suck him off again, as I did this I ran my hand up his inner thigh and he squatted slightly so that I could run a finger along his crack, I licked a finger and slowly inserted it into his ass. Soon after I felt the first spurts of spunk on my tongue - salty but gorgeously sweet. I stood up and jerked him off as I kissed him I felt his body jerk and he began to cum. I felt him shoot his load out of his cock and onto my hand. As he began to shoot again his load flung onto my stomach cock and down my legs. 1, 2, 3, 4 ...I lost count of how many time this guy shot his load onto me. He let out a final moan and I knew he was spent. I knelt down and cleaned his spunk off his cock. 

I stood up 'do you have a towel?' I asked looking down at my spunk covered crotch. 

'erm...yeah I think I have one here in my bag,' he said and turn round and looked into his bag. As he did this I got a view of his pucked virgin ass hole. I stepped forward and pressed my cock against his hole. 

'Now this would be an awesome place to shoot my load into.' I smirked as he stood up pressing his back against me. 

'maybe next time.' he responded passing me the towel after whipping himself down. 

'thanks.' 

Once I cleaned myself up he knelt down and began sucking me off again. I felt the throws of my own climax taking hold of me he stood up spun me round and pressed his own cock into my ass crack and began jerking me off as he kissed my neck. He reached his spare hand up and began tweaking my nipples until I began to moan. I turned my head slightly to kiss him. His pace quickened and I felt my spunk shoot from my cock onto the woodland floor. Once I was spent he reached his fingers up to his mouth and licked my spunk from his finger tips. 'mmmm...' he moaned into my ear 'tasty.'

I turned and kissed him, both our mouths tasting of spunk. We dressed and began the walk back to where we met. We didn't say much on the walk back but I could tell he was as satisfied as I was with what just occurred. Before we left the field he turned and kissed me again and whispered for me to call him again soon. I left him leave the field first in case we were seen together then I walked back to my car and got in. 

I was so horny on the drive back that I could feel my balls broiling again, wanting another release. As it was almost midnight now I decided that a release was needed. I had work early the next morning and a stop would mean getting off the motorway and then back on again, so instead I undid my shorts and pulled my cock through my boxers and started to jerk off thinking about what had just happened, still tasting his salty spunk on my tongue. As I reached climax again I had to resist the urge to throw my head back and moan aloud but I had to keep my eyes on the road so I decided to grip the steering wheel even tighter. 

After I came I licked my hands clean 'wow I do taste good' I thought to myself and carried on driving home.

*

Well that's my first story. Hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did doing it and writing about it. Any feedback is always good and I will release the next instalment of our little woodland experiences once they occur.  



Wood in the Woods



"Alright, juniors and seniors to the white bus please."

Mr Jacob's voice cut above the rabble of the moving crowd. All 50 of us filed into the large vehicle, talking loudly, a mixture of excited comments and loud complaints. It was field day, which meant the whole school was going to take up an entire park, and ruin the day for the whole neighborhood. As the bus made its way through the small winding streets of our city, I glanced across the aisle to see who I was sitting near. Katie Johnson scowled back at me. A popular senior, at 18 (same age as me) she was the star of the woman's soccer team. She'd always hated me and I her. I quickly turned back and stared at the seat in front of me. When we finally reached the field, there was a mad rush to exit the cramped bus, people pushing and shoving their way out any exit they could find. The front door, the back (for emergencies only, apparently), even the windows. As my row passed Mr Jacobs, I heard Katie talking to him.

"Where are the toilets? I can't find them."

A quick circumspection proved her right. There were no restrooms.

"I'm afraid there aren't any Katie. We'll just have to make do with the woods."

Katie grumbled and wandered away. I suddenly realized I, too, had to piss. I made my way towards the other end of the field where there was a thickly forested area. As private as it got I supposed. As I entered the shade of the huge trees, I noted that all sound was almost completely cut off. Spooky. I walked a little deeper into the woods till a came to a tiny clearing and stepped inside it. There I was met with a shocking sight. Katie apparently hadn't heard me coming. She was standing in the clearing, a thick stream of urine coming from the massive cock in her hands. A cock. Her cock. It took me a second to comprehend this. In that second, Katie saw me standing there, gawping.

"Fuck!" she cursed, and quickly hid her cock inside her pants. "Ok listen you little shit. That didn't happen. You didn't see that. Ok?" 

I stared at her.

"Ok?" she repeated angrily.

"I-uh,"

"Listen. No one can know about this. I've kept this a secret my entire life and I'm not gonna have that ruined by you. I can't be certain you won't tell anyone, so I have to have some leverage over you."

"What?"

Katie stepped forwards and grabbed my arm, twisting it cruelly. I yelled and she put her hand over my mouth.

"Don't make a fucking sound, or I'll break this," she hissed, tugging my arm a little more.

"Ok, ok!"

Katie shifted her grip and started ripping my shirt off, exposing my skinny frame. She put her hand on my belt buckle.

"I'm gonna take these off. To do that I'm gonna have to let go of your arm. Don't try anything. We both know I'm stronger than you, don't we."

When I didn't respond she twisted my arm more. "DON'T WE."

I frantically nodded. She let go and un-did my belt, taking off my pants and boxers in one pull. My dick hung between my legs. It was average size, but nowhere near the size of hers. She smirked when she saw it.

"You ever sucked cock before, faggot?" I shook my head no. "Then today's your lucky day," she said, pulling her dick out again. It was at least seven inches and hardening rapidly. Soon it stood at a full 8 inches, and at least twice as thick as mine.

"Suck it," she ordered, forcing me to my knees.

I hesitantly stuck my head forward and put my mouth against her dick. She pressed a hand on the back of my head and forced it part way down her length.

"Look at me."

I tilted my head back, and, too late, saw her camera phone in her hand. *Click*. 

"And there's my leverage," she smirked. I was beginning to hate that smirk. "But now I'm horny. You're gonna have to finish me off, fag-boy."

I pulled off and started to protest. *SMACK*. She backhanded me. Hard. 

"Suck it."

I put my mouth back on her cock. I tasted the salt of her precum. She placed her hands on either side of my head and began pumping it up and down her massive shaft until I got the idea. My tongue brushed the underside of her head and she moaned involuntarily.

"Damn that's good. I'd say you're enjoying this," she smirked at me again. I glared back.

But damn it, she was right. My cock stirred in my pants as I continued to suck her cock and swirl my tongue around its head. Suck, bob, swirl. Suck bob swirl. She moaned again. Enjoying the effects my efforts were having, I began to moan with her, sending vibrations down her dick. My hands, which had been resting on her thighs, moved up her leg. I cradled her huge balls in my left hand and began to fondle them. She ran her hands through my hair as I sucked and played with her. Getting brave,

My other hand slid up her stomach, under her shirt, till I felt the edge of her sports bra. She didn't stop me so I slipped my hand under the bra and cupped her beautiful 30D breast. Her moaning got louder and her hands came of my head and slipped her shirt off. Her bra followed, exposing that beautiful flesh to the air. One hand went back to my hair while the other cupped over my hand on her tit, squeezing it with me.

"Oh god. Oh god yes James." I felt a jolt at her finally using my name. "Faster," she said.

She began pumping her hips to meet my mouth, driving her cock deeper and deeper into my throat. She continued throat fucking me like that while I played with her tits. Suddenly she picked up speed, slamming into me almost painfully.

"Oh fuck. Fuck! mmmm, I'm gonna cum!"

She pushed my head of her cock and began stroking it herself. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. She roared when she came, ropes of cum splattering my face and mouth. I swallowed as much as I could. Her orgasm died down and her hand pumped more and more slowly.

"Oh fuck that was good." she said.

"For me too," I said.

She did that smirk again, and crouched down in front of me and began licking her own come off my face. When she was done she kissed me without warning, pressing her lips hard against mine. I tasted her cum in her mouth, as she passed it to me with her tongue. She pulled away and smiled. The first real smile I'd seen from her.

"You're more beautiful when you do that," I told her honestly.

Amazingly, she blushed. She began putting her clothes back on while avoiding my eyes. I almost laughed. She was embarrassed. I pulled my clothes on too. When we finished she walked passed me and paused at the edge of the clearing.

"We should exit the woods at different times," she said "otherwise it'll look suspicious."

I waited for a couple minutes after she left, then followed. I walked onto the field and entered the huge crowd gathering in a semi-circle around Mr Jacobs, who was about to give his little speech. I saw Katie from across the crowd and caught her. She smiled at me again, and I knew there would be repetitions of the events in the woods.



Wood Nymph



Times of war were never easy on the conquered. After all, to the victor go the spoils. The warriors, not paid by any other means, were expected to have first go at what scraps may be offered up by the towns and villages that fell to them. Those that bade them to fight did so for power rather than loot. Of course, "what scraps" always included the women. The old and ugly only sometimes escaped such attentions when there were plenty of comely girls to be had.

Edgewood Village burned bright that day. The season had been rife with conflict and it was only a matter of time before the brushfire skirmishes of clan warfare erupted into serious battle and resulted in the sacking of a township. It could have been Westford instead, and things would have gone much better for Duncan and Seamus had it been. But perhaps it was fate which drew them to the pillaging and burning of Edgewood.

Their fate came not as a result of their being fighters. Rather, it had much more to do with the particular bit of loot they chose to take. That is to say, the two women they chose to rape.

The town was already burning and the last few pockets of resistance had been skewered on pikes or greatswords. Chaos dominated; amidst the burning huts and swirling smoke, victorious MacLellans were quickly taking anything of value. As far as enjoying the flesh of the conquered women, it was mostly a matter of priorities. Some soldiers preferred to be the first to sew their seeds, perhaps finding it distasteful to put their pricks into cunts already well-greased by others' efforts. Others either weren't so fastidious or their loins no longer burned so fiercely with the passion of youth. Duncan and Seamus were of the former type.

"In here!" Seamus pointed.

"Are ya crazy, lad? That's the hag's hut," came Duncan's reply. "Cursa ya, she will, and your willie'll shrivel up and fall off!"

"Yeah, an' next ye'll be tellin' me she sacrifices babies on the Winter Moon, and flies around by stickin' a broomstick up 'er arse."

"Nay, Seamus, they sacrifice the babies on the Autumn Moon."

"Well ye go off and do what you will, then," Seamus chuckled. "Me, I'm going to see if the witch has a sweet young daughter."

Duncan shook his head and followed after his friend.

The inside of the hag's hut was dark. As they stepped inside, the sounds of the cheerful victors' plundering faded. A kettle hung over a pile of embers in the center of the room, emitting a foul stench. Behind it, sitting on the floor and grinning wickedly, was Edgewood's spirit-woman.

"Ahh, right on time," she wheezed, as she brushed aside the small collection of bones and twigs arranged before her. "I expect ye've come for my Lilly."

"If ye mean that stinking wad of pus between your legs that used to be your flower," retorted Seamus, "you could only dream. But if ye have a young'n hidden away in here, we'll just make use of her and be on our merry way."

Duncan thwapped Seamus on the shoulder and pointed. "You were right," he interrupted. "Look over there." The place he indicated was a pile of sleeping furs arranged at the far end of the hut, behind the witch. And sitting up, brushing the topmost furs aside, was a maiden who was very fair indeed.

"Hahh!" shouted Seamus, slapping his thigh. "Oh, even dark as it is, it is easy to see that she is a pretty one indeed! Come here, lass."

The witch tossed something onto the embers, and the fire sprang to life. A strange and not unpleasant aroma filled the room. "Be warned," she intoned. "Lay a hand on my daughter and it will be the end of you both."

Her words made Duncan nervous, but Seamus only laughed. Striding quickly, he moved past the hag and grabbed the girl's wrist. "Whatever you say," he sneered.

"So be it," spat the witch. "You have sealed your fate. Now before you begin taking your plunder, let me tell you a little story." Seamus and Duncan both sat heavily on their rumps, the energy gone from their muscles, the words gone from their tongues. They could no longer hear anything outside the witch's hut, but whatever powder or potion she had thrown on the fire left them without even the wherewithal to wonder at it. Softly, she began to speak.

* * * * * * *

My story is about a young man, much like yourself, his sack full of spunk and he was practically bursting at the seams. Like you, he thought women were there only to provide a warm, wet place for him to plant his pole and spew his seed. His name is unimportant. By profession he was either a scalliwag or an adventurer, depending on whom you asked.

One evening he happened to rescue a young lady from peril. She was in the Wood, not so very far, collecting berries and roots and flowers. But a boar chased her up a tree. Our young rogue heard her cries and came to help. A couple well-placed bolts from his crossbow dispatched the menace, and he helped her down from the tree.

Oh, she was grateful, and promised this fellow a handsome reward. Her father was a man of some means. But the reward he had in mind she refused to give. She was to be married, and she was a maiden. Her new husband would be quite put out if she came to his bed already deflowered.

It was already coming nighttime and they were alone. The rogue decided he would take what he wanted and be done with it. His prick was hard as his breeches would allow, and he was determined to put it in her no matter what. They were too far away from town for her cries to be heard, and he got as far as ripping off her skirt before he suddenly paused.

A very faint, but very sweet aroma had found its way to his nose on the evening breeze. It was like nothing he had ever smelled before. Spicy and pungent, it seemed to reach into him through his nose, down through his belly, and grip him by his balls. He looked up into the face of what he thought was the Goddess herself.

She was a thing of beauty. Her eyes and hair, both silver, seemed to shine in the evening glow. Frail and thin; and so very, very pale was she, with doe eyes and a large, pouting mouth. Naked, and comfortable with it like she had never worn clothes in her life. The just-rescued lady was completely forgotten as the rogue's gaze trailed down her neck to dance over her breasts, so firm and gently heaving as she breathed. Her figure was perfect, with just the right curves to completely intoxicate any man. He noticed, in very short order, that there wasn't a hair on her body below her head, and that there was a definite hint of moisture between her thighs.

That was what he scented. He knew it as soon as he saw it. The scent affected him like that of a philly in heat affects a stallion. He wanted to rub his nose between her legs, and take the taste of her on his tongue, and the ache to plant himself deep inside her was so strong he felt as if he would lose his mind if he couldn't have her right then and there.

She giggled, and turned on her heel, and then ever so slowly bent forward and spread her legs, exposing her smooth and bare womanhood to him. He moved forward, drinking in that strange perfume, his shaft desperate to be free of the constraints of his pants. Each heartbeat sent a painful throb through his confined shaft... Just as his nose nearly touched those moistened lips, she darted off. Grabbing for her, he missed and fell on his empty arms. But he was up and after her in a flash.

The nymph, for that was what she was, led him on a merry chase deep into the Wood. Often she would slow to let him have another chance at sniffing her or grabbing at her, but she was far faster than any human could ever be. The poor man never had a chance. After a while they reached her tree, and then she did touch him. Ever so lightly, she brushed his hand with the tip of her finger, and then they were inside her tree.

Her faerie magic had him completely in thrall. Of the experience, he could only later say that he felt like he was completely enmeshed in a fine net of spiderwebs, so thin as to be invisible but so strong that he couldn't move an inch. His clothes had vanished when he was transported into the tree.

Oh, what a fantasy! To be spirited off by a tree nymph, and to make love to her! Most men would think it a great thing. But this rogue would come to rue that day for a long time after.

Her attentions started slowly indeed. He lay on his back in that place, where time and space aren't like they are here. His cock was free but it still ached with every beat of his heart. Every fiber of his being needed to feel her silky cunt squeezing him; he needed to fill her with his juice like he had never needed any woman before! But instead of immediately giving him what he wanted, she decided to torment him first.

To begin, she kneeled with her ever-moist womanflesh stationed mere inches from his lips. Though he struggled, his bonds wouldn't give in the slightest. That perfume pulled at him, but he was helpless to heed its call. The nymph then reached down and gently caressed her nub. Even though no sound ever passed her lips, it was very clear that she was enjoying herself immensely. Wiggling her hips, she rubbed herself, but her finger didn't stray past her button. Her ministrations had an effect, though, as the wetness began to practically flow from her. Soon, a bead formed, grew, and finally dropped from the lips of her cunt to land on the tip of his nose.

He was powerless to make a sound, much less open his mouth to extend his tongue in hopes of licking up that single drop of the nymph's dew. Instead, he had to endure that odor grabbing at his loins and making him ache with a need greater than most men ever experience in their whole lives.

As if she not only knew what he was going through it but enjoyed his discomfiture, she turned around to gaze into his eyes. And then she left him for a time to stew in his own heat. Even after she left, her scent remained on him, and his erection could not subside.

Hours (or was it only minutes?) later she returned. If her first torment was a breeze, her next was a wind that threatened to rip him apart and scatter him across the landscape. This time, she pleasured herself again, without giving him the slightest little rub in return. But instead of using her finger, this time she used his nose and lips. Smiling sweetly, she straddled his immobile head. At first, she simply brushed her warm and wet pussy-lips lightly over his mouth. Of course, he couldn't open up to taste her. None of her musk passed his lips, and never did his tongue touch the folds of her flower. Swaying softly, she slowly moved herself forward, until the tip of her nub touched the tip of his nose. Oh, so close! If he could have made a sound he would have sobbed. For a small eternity she rubbed herself against him until ecstasy washed over her. Then she left him again, her creamy juices smeared over his nose and mouth, and his prick more painfully hard than ever.

The third and final torment was the worst of all, because she gave him what he wanted -- almost. This time she straddled his hips and slowly impaled herself on him. It was everything he had imagined it would be; almost burning hot, silky smooth, and tight like a custom-tailored glove. She took every inch of him, gazing into his eyes the whole time, and when he was fully embedded in her she simply rested there. He throbbed, and her muscles gripped and squeezed him. Like nothing else in the universe, he needed to pull back and thrust into her, or for her to make the motion -- but she woudln't do it! Quicly it became evident to him that just the beating of his heart, felt deep inside herself through his enormous erection, was all the nymph needed to attain her pleasures. Ater a long while she felt ecstacy again, and he could see it in her face.

When she left him after the third tormenting, he was sure he would go insane. But what was to become of him was even worse than that.

The would-be rapist was only punished those three times. After that, the nymph began taking his seed. Every time it was the same. Always silent, always lustful, and always with that sweet smile, she came and straddled him. Gazing into his eyes, she would grip his painfully pulsating cock in her inhuman cunt, squeezing his seed out of him without ever moving her body. Each orgasm ripped a part of him away, and soon he came to live only for those moments.

After the fourth or fifth time, he became dimly aware that his chest was swelling and that his nipples were expanding, and his cock was shrinking. Each time she took his seed, she took a little of his manhood. Several waves of ecstacy later, his balls had migrated deep inside him and his sack had begun to fold up and follow. His manhood, once a proud pole, was now nothing more than a twig, and the mounds on his chest had grown into a young girl's breasts. Eventually, all that was left of his maleness was what amounted to nothing more than a large clitoris presiding over a very moist woman's cleft, and his breasts had reached a matronly fullness. The nymph took the last of his seed, and he was now completely a she.

* * * * * * *

The old witch laughed. "That is a true story," she concluded. "I know so, because that young man was me."

Duncan and Seamus were still held in the thrall of the hag's magic, and their response was limited to the expressions of horror they wore on their faces.

"You see," said the witch, "Nymphs, like other faerie folk, are practically immortal. Because of that, they can't just have babies like we can. They need a little help from us mortals. That nymph didn't take my manhood just to punish me for trying to have my way with that girl. She did it because she needed a surrogate mother for her daughter. When she took the man out of me, she replaced it with a little bit of herself. Just enough for me to become preagnant with her child. And that I did."

The witch's daughter smiled, but she didn't speak. Suddenly, the hut was filled with a very strange, very appealing scent. It was a scent whose sole purpose was to grab a man by the balls and make him helpless, to make him need a warm cunt gripping his cock more than he needs to breathe.

"Being the mother of a tree nymph has its advantages," grinned the witch. "I've picked up some real magic, for one." She turned to Seamus. "My daughter is ready to have a daughter of her own. You wanted her, and now you're going to have her. More than you want." To Duncan, she said: "And you. I'm an old woman, and I'm tired. But more than that, I want my manhood back." She removed a small leather pouch from under the blanket she wore. "This is part of a spell that will make it possible. You and me are going to switch places. I will have your young, healthy body to live out another lifetime in. And you get to become the old hag that you feared so much."

Her laugh would have chilled the blood of a demon.

Duncan swept out of the hag's hut, ignoring the horrified screams he left in his wake. Someone asked if he'd seen Seamus and he brushed off the question. The sacking of Edgewood was still in full swing, and the swirling smoke offered him plenty of concealment. Slowly, exultantly, he walked into the Wood, unnoticed by anyone. Night fell, and still he walked, until he came to a particular tree. Inside, he knew, was his daughter and Seamus. After a week or so, Seamus would be a she. Maybe she would choose the name Shawn; it would be fitting. But whatever happened, Duncan would be there to comfort her, and support her through the crisis she would go through. After experiencing it himself, he was in a position to be truly understanding. Maybe eventually she would give in to his gentle charms and willingly take him to bed.

Fathering the nymph's daughter would be the perfect ending to his tale.



Wood Nymph



Sarah lay in her small lumpy bed crying so hard the whole bed shook. Her dowdy looking mother was caressing her head as she, too cried silently. "Sarah, Honey, I'm so sorry but we just have to be really good to Stan. We need him to help us live. You know I didn't go to college and since your Daddy died I can't make enough waiting tables to take care of us. You know you have to do whatever Stan tells you to do when he tells you to do it. You know you can't just tell him in a minute. Now let me see where he hit you and maybe I can make it better. Here, take these pain pills now honey."

Sarah's Mother Julianne looked at the slowly darkening spots on her 18-year-old daughters face and chest. She seethed in anger. She thought it's bad enough he hits me but to hit my little girl... Damn that man. If I could just get a little ahead I would take Sarah and leave. Oh why did Harry have to drive so carelessly coming home from his last job? She knew it was partly her fault. She had been so insistent he arrive in time to take her to that damn party. She still remembered her anger the night he died. She had dressed in her best dress and was stomping around the house screaming about how inconsiderate he was to just blow off the party for his damn job when the policeman knocked on the door.

"Mrs. Howell," he had asked. When she had said she was he continued, "Mrs. Howell I'm afraid your husband Harry has had an automobile accident. Ma'am, I'm afraid he is dead."

She screamed out her hurt and collapsed on the couch crying. Of course friends and family gathered around and somehow she managed to get through the funeral but then the real terror hit. She had been so insistent about them always having the best. They lived in a large 4-bedroom house in the best development. They drove new luxury vehicles and went to the best restaurants. She had no idea how expensive those things really were. After all, Harry was supposed to provide them and he did at her insistence.

She was already behind on the house payments when she finally received the insurance settlements. The settlement on the vehicle just barely paid it off, and then finally she received the life insurance settlement on Harry. Things were better for three years but by the end of the third year it became obvious, even to her, that she couldn't continue to live the life she had been. For some reason, none of the men she had dated had asked her to marry. It never entered her mind that it might be because she was so shallow. She always demanded the best on her dates and if they didn't provide it she let them know how dissatisfied she was with their efforts. Few of her relationships lasted more than a month or so. The last year she had not even had a date.

Or, sure, she finally bit the bullet and tried to find work but the jobs she would consider she was not hired for. They all told her she was not hired because she did not have the proper qualifications. That was a bunch of bunk in her opinion. She knew a lot of people that didn't have a college degree and they made good money.

Finally, the bank foreclosed and she lost her beautiful house. She and Sarah were forced to live in a squalid apartment in the hated low-income developments. Like many low-income people she and Sarah moved frequently. Finally Julianne lost her pride and took a job as a waitress in a small café. It was in a blue-collar neighborhood with a lot of factories, warehouses and squalid apartments. She rapidly learned that if she dressed like a slut the men would leave her some better tips. She did not receive the tips she could have earned had she been working in an upscale restaurant; you know, like the ones she had demanded Harry and her earlier dates take her to. She did do better than average for where she did work however.

She had been working there three weeks when Stan entered her life. He was a handsome devil and flirted with her unmercifully. There was something about him she did not like but he was interested so she led him on. He asked her out and she went. She put up with more from him than she would have from another man because she was desperate.

After they had been dating a month Stan brought her home one night and just followed her into her apartment. She turned to ask him what he was doing and he grabbed her and began kissing her while undoing her dress. She protested but then stopped when he told her to shut up and quit being such a damn tease. He was a little rough but she had already learned not to cross him when he was in that kind of a mood.

He led her to her bedroom and they fucked for the first time. They never made love, Stan didn't care if she got off or enjoyed the sex or not. It was all about him and he made sure she knew that. The next night when she arrived home Stan was there. He had his shirt off and was sitting on her couch drinking a beer while he watched football on ESPN. Sarah was sitting at the kitchen table trying to complete her homework.

"What are you doing here Stan," Julianne asked.

Stan had looked up at her and said, "What the hell do you think I'm doing here? I live here now. I'm hungry. How long until dinner?" Unfortunately for her and Sarah, Julianne didn't make a scene or kick Stan out. She accepted his presence and began making dinner for them. Now, almost three years later she was thoroughly cowed and Stan was ruler of the roost. She was sure he had another woman somewhere but at least he did help with the bills.

With a sigh, Julianne bent down and gave Sarah a kiss. "Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry I failed you. I" Both women jumped when Stan slammed Sarah's bedroom door open and it cracked against the wall. He stomped into the room and yelled, "Dammit Julie what the hell are you doing in here with that mouthy little slut. I'm hungry and you haven't even started supper. Now get your ass into the kitchen and get me something to eat." Stan grabbed Julianne's arm and roughly pulled her off the bed, pushing her out the door toward the kitchen.

Stan turned to look down at the still weeping Sarah and snarled, "You little slut. It's about time you learned who is boss around here. From now on I expect you to make supper so it'll be ready for me when I get home from work. I'm tired of you just coming home from school and sticking your nose in a damn book. If you were worth anything you could get a job and help out around here. Since you're not working you can just take care of things here. Now get off your damn bed and get into the kitchen to help your momma."

From that day on if Stan was the least bit upset with Sarah or Julianne he let them know it with blows of varying severity. Finally, he went too far and seriously injured Julianne. When she was discharged from the hospital she and the lady assigned to help her picked up Sarah at home. As far as they knew Stan was still in jail but they didn't care enough to find out. They gathered their meager belongings from the apartment and moved them into a shelter for battered women.

Julianne never fully recovered from her injuries and she died just before Sarah's 19th birthday. Sarah was placed with a farm family when her mother died and she no longer qualified to stay in the shelter. The only family that could be found to take her lived in the country on a small farm. She was assigned chores to do after school and forced to work very hard (she was still in her last year of high school). She worked alongside the families sons and they expected her to do the same type and amount of work as the boys did.

At least she had a comfortable bed to sleep in and got enough to eat. Unfortunately for Sarah and the couple's children the husband believed in strict discipline. His idea of discipline was more like Stan's than it should have been. Almost any infraction of the rules resulted in blows being delivered to the culprit. Before she learned how to do the work Sarah received more than her share of attention. She was constantly bruised and hurting. She was learning that men were animals and were allowed to hurt women who displeased them.

The oldest son, Jared, was lazy so he, too, received much attention from his father. Many times he and Sarah would commiserate with each other over the beatings they would receive from his father. They would hug each other and try to make the pain less. On one of those times after Sarah had been spanked severely they went down to the barn to get away from her foster father. They held each other and Jared kissed away the pain.

Sarah began to feel something she had not felt before. Her little nipples hardened and she felt a tingling down there. She was strangely wet. When Jared placed his hand in her crotch and pressed against it she felt nicer tingles. He gently laid her back on the bales of hay and unfastened the buttons on her blouse. He lifted her bra over her little tits and began sucking and licking her nipples.

Sarah was moaning and writhing from the wondrous feelings he was eliciting. She raised her hips and helped him when he loosened and began removing her jeans. Jared removed her pants and threw them onto the floor. He knelt between her splayed legs and looked down at her. He licked his lips and quickly undid his jeans, pushing them down to his knees.

Jared's manhood jutted out from his crotch. Sarah stared at it with a little amount of fear. She knew what Jared was going to do and she wanted it. She was also afraid of having that thing stuck into her. Jared rose over her, placing his arms on each side of her, nudging his cock toward her little cunt. He jabbed once, twice and it skidded up over her mound.

Jared looked down at Sarah and said, "Dammit Sarah grab it and stick it in. We don't have all day. Daddy's going to wonder where we've ran off to."

Sarah licked her lips and tentatively held his cock and guided him to her wet pussy. Jared had no skills as a lover. He just thrust, then thrust again, forcing his cock through her hymen and slamming it deeply into her young body. Sarah screamed and contracted with pain from her deflowering. Jared stopped thrusting for a moment and grinned down at Sarah. "See how good I can make ya feel baby?" He didn't even wait for her to become accustomed to his invasion. Jared altered his stance slightly and began to rapidly thrust and withdraw, slamming into her as hard as he could until he felt the tingle that he was waiting for.

He thrust even faster as his orgasm rose within him. Sarah just lay there and took it. She was just beginning to enjoy his pounding when he gave out a loud "UNNNNNH", slammed deeply into her once again and held himself tightly to her straining crotch.

Sarah could feel his cock throbbing as he pumped his sperm into her unprotected, no longer virgin pussy. When Jared was finished he pulled from her, grabbed her panties and wiped his cock clean. He stood, refastened his jeans and looked down at Sarah. "Well, come on, we gotta finish the chores and get back to the house fast or Dad's going to be coming after us. Hurry up."

Without even a backward glance Jared walked out of the barn and returned to doing the chores. Sarah lay there with tears streaming down her face. Finally she rose, found her clothes and got dressed. Jared had been so rough with her she had trouble walking without pain.

From that day on whenever Jared wanted sex, he expected Sarah to deliver. She got a reputation around school because he bragged to his friends about tapping her little cunt. At least he did protect her from most of the other boys because she was his private pussy. He told her as long as she put out for him and his friends he would keep the others away from her. The only good thing was she was over 18 by then so could go to the county health department and get birth control pills.

When they graduated from high school both Jared and Sarah left home for good.

Sarah had taken to heart her mother's admonition she get all the education she could. Since her father had left a small trust fund to pay for her college she was able to go to the local junior college. She and Jared moved away from the farm and into a small efficiency studio apartment together near the college they were going to attend.

Even with her little trust fund and the help his parents gave Jared they were having trouble living. Jared insisted Sarah get a job to help with expenses. She finally found a job waiting tables in a local student hang out. Sarah hid some of her tips from Jared but he insisted she turn over all her paycheck to him for living in "his" home. It didn't matter to him that Sarah's trust fund paid the rent; he still considered it his home. Sarah knew she couldn't make it alone so she did that. This arrangement went on until the summer between their second and third year of college. 

Jared kept spending more and more and they were getting deeper into debt. Sarah's trust fund would be depleted before her next semester of college was completed even if she had been able to go to a nearby four-year institution. Sarah had enrolled in some summer courses and when they were completed she would be tapped out and looking for more permanent employment. Jared had complained to her about the lack of money and the debt numerous times. One time he made her cry when he said, "Your damn worthless father sure didn't give a shit about you did he. What made him think you could get by with that little amount he left you?"

Finally, after yet another argument about money Jared told Sarah, "You lazy little bitch. I don't know why I put up with you. You weren't worth much on the farm and you're not worth much here. You need to make more money if you're going to keep on living with me." He pushed her away from him violently. She fell off the couch onto the floor. He didn't say anything else, just glared at her and walked into their bedroom.

Things were tense around the little apartment the rest of the week. On Friday Jared didn't come back home after class like he usually did. Finally about ten in the evening Jared and two of his friends came into the apartment. Sarah could smell the beer on their breath and shuddered with fear. Jared was not the most passive man when he had been drinking. He wasn't as cruel as Stan had been but he did get really rough with her. She was scared she was in for an uncomfortable night.

Jared sat on one end of their couch, one of his friends on the other. Jared looked up at Sarah and ordered, "Go get us a beer."

His stare at Sarah was more demanding, more frightening than any he had yet levied on her. Trembling she rose from the chair she had been studying in and rushed into the kitchen. There were only five beers left from the case she had bought Jared Tuesday. She was terrified they would want more than that but she had no money to buy more. She had this week's paycheck but she hadn't cashed it yet and she knew she had to give it all to Jared for his other expenses.

She brought the beer into the seating area and handed one to each boy. Jared looked at his beer and then turned to Sarah. "Dammit Sarah," he said. You didn't even open the damn thing. What's the matter with you?" He handed the beer back to her and she took it in trembling hands. She bit her lip as she twisted the cap off and handed the bottle back to Jared. She turned to take the cap to the trash and saw the two other boys holding their bottles out to be opened also.

When Sarah returned to the seating area after she threw the tops out Jared called out to her. "C'mere Honey." He held his arm out and when she got near to him he grabbed her and pulled her down onto his lap. Sarah almost fell onto him and sat stiffly wondering what he was up to now.

She didn't have much time to wonder. He reached up and began unbuttoning her top. Sarah grabbed his hands and tried to stop him. He grabbed her hands and held them behind her as he once again began unbuttoning her blouse.

When he had her top completely off and her tits exposed he turned to his friends. "Well, what do you think? You want to try some of this?" By now Sarah was crying and trying to break free. Jared was getting angry and was beginning to hurt her as he held her tightly."

The boy across the room looked at her small breasts and skinny frame. He licked his lips and said, "Yeah, I guess I could use some of that but $30.00 sure seems high for her. You sure you won't take $20.00?"

Jared looked at his friend and sighed, "OK, we need the money so I guess she'll do it for $25.00 but it's only one time for that."

Both boys reached into their pockets and pulled out cash that they handed to Jared. He pushed Sarah from his lap and said, "Get your ass into the bedroom and get ready for the guys."

"NOOO. Jared I'm not a whore. I can't do this," Sarah said.

Jared stood and stared down into her eyes, then pushed her once more toward the bedroom. He was none too gentle about his directing either. "Listen you lazy little bitch. I told you two weeks ago you needed to bring me more money. You haven't done it so I found a way you could make more and still not have to work for it. Now get your ass into bed and earn your money. If you were a little better maybe we could even make enough to get a better place to live."

Sarah was crying as she slowly walked into her bedroom. She didn't love Jared and knew he didn't love her but she still could not believe he would make her do something like this. She was standing beside her dresser crying when Bill came into the bedroom. He looked at her and stood staring at her bare breasts. "Hurry up. Louise and I have a date in a few minutes and I don't want to be late," he said.

Sarah looked up at him. She had all of this she could take. Without thinking she grabbed her purse and ran out of the room away from him. She stooped and grabbed her shirt from the floor as she went through the living room. She heard Jared yelling and cursing as she ran down the stairs of the old apartment building. 

Sarah jumped into the old truck they had been using and drove off. Jared hit the side of it as she went past him and onto the street. She didn't know where she would go but she knew she had to get out of there. She was thankful now she hadn't had time to endorse and give Jared her paycheck. She had a little over $200.00 in her purse counting the un-cashed check.

Sarah drove to a city park and spent the night in the cab of the truck. She knew she had to get away now so the next morning she went to the college and withdrew, getting a small refund of her summer's tuition, then went to her work and quit. They paid her for the few days she had already worked and she added that money to her small stash. She filled the truck with fuel and began driving. She had no idea where she would go but she was getting away.

Sarah drove all day eating little and spending way more than she was comfortable with on fuel. The old truck was almost inoperable. Jared had said something was wrong with the transmission. It would not go over 50 miles an hour and shifted gears very slowly and roughly. Once more Sarah spent the night in the cab of the truck, this time beside the road.

Late the next morning as she drove, Sarah began to recognize the country. She was near a small town Jared, she and some of their friends had gone to last summer for a float trip. She thought she remembered where they had camped and decided to stop there and see if she could find work.

After driving around another hour or so she found the trail into a farmer's field and down to the gravel bar she remembered. By now the truck would only go about 30 miles an hour tops and she was almost out of fuel. She knew this would be her last stop in the truck at least. Sarah drove the truck across the gravel bar and as deeply into the brush and woods as she could. Finally she stopped on a small high place completely covered by trees and brush. She felt safe here.

Over the course of the next few days she wandered up and down the stream. She found an old plastic tarp where a pile of hay had been. She brought it back and made a tent over her truck. She began clearing a spot for her fire and brought rocks up to make a fire pit. She found forked sticks to hold a spit over the fire. Thankfully Jared had left his ax and fishing gear in the truck so she could catch a fish to eat from time to time and cut wood to cook with.




Wood Nymph



After she had been there two days Sarah walked the four miles back to the small town. She spent the day trying to find a job. No one would hire her however. She went into the small grocery store and bought a small bag of food. On the way out she saw the dumpster behind the store and looked into it. There were some partly rotten heads of lettuce and some other produce in it. She took the best of it and a torn open loaf of bread.

By the time she got back to her camp she was so tired she only ate some lettuce and some of the bread then went to sleep in the truck cab. She usually made the trip to the store every third day. Many times she wouldn't even go into the store to buy anything because she was almost out of money. Many times the dumpster would not yield even enough to have one meal. At least she did find some food there and it was free so she kept going back.

As the summer progressed Sarah found more items along the river to improve her small camp. She found a cage that had probably been used for raising rabbits or fowl. She sank it in the stream over a spring to keep her food cool inside. This protected it somewhat from foraging animals. She even kept live fish in it if she caught more than she wanted to eat at once.

When campers or swimmers were around Sarah hid. She was so afraid of people, men especially she would almost get sick if someone came close. It was all she could force herself to do to ask for work when she went into town. That was a useless endeavor anyway. She had asked the same businesses so often now that most of the men would just look at her and shake their head no when they saw her come into the room.

She did have a little more luck on some of the farms and at some of the houses she went to for work. Over the summer she obtained and completed several short jobs of a few hours to a day or two in length. One time in late summer however she once again came across a man who treated her badly. She had never stopped at this farm before and in fact, she had never been this far from her camp before. This place was about 4 miles on the opposite side of town from her camp. When she walked into the farmyard she got worried for some reason.

This farm was slightly run down, the vehicle she could see was old and rusty. She heard cursing coming from the machine shed and walked in to see a man, bare to the waist straining to repair a broken hay mower. He was pale, sweating heavily and had a huge beer belly flopping over his belt. When he saw her he stood and looked at her. "Well what do you want Honey," he said.

Sarah didn't like the way his eyes roamed over her torso as he watched her. Finally she said, "I'm looking for work. I used to work on a farm and I was wondering"

The man smiled and walked up to her. He said, "Well Honey a little bitty thing like you couldn't do a days work on a farm like this one." He reached out and tried to touch her breast as he continued, "Now if you wanted to be real nice to me I might be willing to hire you to take care of my house and things though."

Sarah stepped back and he followed. He stepped closer to her and this time he managed to pinch her breast. She cried out and slapped his hand away, backing up more rapidly. He followed and said, "Hey Honey. What's the matter? I told ya I would hire you if you took care of my house and things. Aint that what ya wanted? I got a nice bed in there and everything."

Sarah shouted "NO. That's NOT what I wanted. I want a job not to be someone's whore." She turned and ran from the farmyard as the man watched her and laughed.

Things kept going badly for Sarah. She was raiding a small garden across the river from her camp but even with that and the food she could find in the dumpster and the fish she could catch she was always hungry. Sarah had tried to get a job at that farm but she could never find anyone at home. The dogs at least were friendly, not like those at many of the places she had stopped. Many times she would see a tractor working the fields but never could get the courage to go to the field and approach the operator. Finally in desperation she returned to the farm where the man had tried to get her to fuck him.

He was in his house when she got there this time. She knocked on the door and trembled when he opened it. He just looked at her for a moment then got a nasty looking smirk on his face. He said, "What you want this time girl?"

Sarah licked her lips and stammered, "I... Unh, I was wondering about that job you said you had..."

The man laughed and said, "Well now, what makes you think I still have a job for you? Maybe I have someone to take care of me now?"

Sarah was defeated. She slumped and looked up at him. She pleaded with him, "Please. I know I could do a good job. I'll do anything... Look, try me for a day or two. You don't even have to pay if you think I'm not worth it."

The man grinned and stepped back. He held the door open and said, "Well now girl. That's more like it. Come on in here and we'll see how good ya are."

When Sarah tried to walk past him he grabbed her and pulled her to him. He tried to kiss her. At first she refused then slumped in resignation. She let him kiss her then lead her to the bedroom. He didn't even let her clean up. He just tore off her shirt and pushed it from her shoulders. He began taking off his clothes. When his shirt was off he reached for his pants then stopped. He stared at Sarah standing there. She still had her pants on and he said, "Well aren't ya gonna get them pants off? I don't have all evening."

Sarah looked at him then slowly undid her pants and pushed them to the floor while he undressed. She was getting onto the bed when she felt him push her. She fell onto the bed and the man crawled onto the bed with her. He grabbed her and arranged her on her back. He pushed between her legs and rose over her. She felt his legs slip between hers and spread her.

Sarah almost gagged from the smell of his breath and body when he leaned down to kiss her. She felt his cock head nudge against her cunt lips. He thrust and lodged the tip of his cock into her cunt. She hadn't begun to lubricate yet and it hurt. She whimpered and he smiled down at her. "Feels good don't it Honey. You just wait. I'm going to fuck your ass off now."

The man pulled back slightly then thrust sharply into her again. Sarah whimpered once more, then again as he repeated the stroke. Finally he had forced his cock into her and began thrusting. Sarah just lay there and cried as he took his pleasure on her. Thankfully he didn't last long. She felt him slam deeply into her once more and hold himself as his cock contracted and released pumping his seed into her poor abused cunt.

The repulsive man rose off the bed and walked out of the bedroom nude. As he was going down the hallway he yelled over his shoulder. "I haven't made supper yet. Why don't ya go into the kitchen and we'll see if ya can cook good enuf to keep ya around. Ya need some practice on fuckin but I recon we can improve that."

Sarah slowly dressed and then found her way into the kitchen. There wasn't much there to cook but she did the best she could. If she hadn't filled both plates first before she called the man to supper he would have eaten it all she thought. He completed his first plate then took everything she had left in the bowls and pans. He was watching her plate as if he wanted that before she had finished.

He got up from the table and Sarah watched in fascination and disgust as his small pecker flopped under his pendulous stomach. She felt nauseous when he walked toward her. He reached down and fondled her breast as he said, "Well Honey that was ok. Get the kitchen cleaned up and we'll go to bed."

Sarah washed the dishes then walked into the living room where the man was still sitting nude watching TV. She started to sit down in a chair when he looked up at her and said, "Hey, I thought I said we'd go to bed again when you got the work done. Whatcha sittin down there for?"

The man got up and walked toward the bedroom. Sarah reluctantly followed him. He was no gentler the second time than he had been the first but at least she still had enough of his cum inside her that it didn't hurt as much.

Sarah managed to put up with his insensitivity and roughness for three days but she finally had enough. One day when he was out in the fields she took a few things she needed and what food she could find in the house and left. She returned to her small camp on the river. By now the nights were getting colder and she was very thankful she had also taken two blankets from the farmhouse. She couldn't carry too much more but had taken a good skillet to cook on. She was tired of cooking in small food cans. 

A few days later she decided to raid the garden across the river once again. There was a combine working in the field and she had to hide several times to keep from being seen. On the way back to her camp she had hidden in the corn they were cutting. They were almost done and she had very little space to hide in. She was squatting down when all at once she saw the combine coming right at her. She had to move and move fast or she would be run over.

Sarah jumped up and darted across in front of the combine. When she was directly in front of it she looked up and saw a well built young man driving it. She heard him yell angrily at her as he slammed on the brakes. The large machine lurched to a stop but she didn't. Sarah kept running toward the river and the safety of her camp on the other side.

Jerry was guiding the big green combine down the last rows of corn when he cursed and stood on the brakes. WHAT the fuck??? He thought. He stared at a slender woman, almost a girl, as she ran through the rows of corn in front of him and darted into the brush along the river bordering his cornfield. She seemed to be carrying something in her arms but he couldn't see what it was. He knew she probably didn't have corn in her arms though because the corn was way past use for anything except feed for livestock or grinding for cornmeal. 

The young woman was coming from the direction of his garden though and he still had some garden worth harvesting. Finally he shook his head and continued on his way. If she had been stealing his remaining garden vegetables it really didn't matter much. He had all of them he really wanted and didn't have time to spare harvesting them anyway. If something didn't change he wouldn't have time for a garden next year at all. 

Damn stupid broad he thought. What she had done was a good way to get killed. These combines were hard to stop and if she had got caught in the corn head she would have been seriously injured if not killed. He wondered where she had been going. There were no houses in the direction she went for nearly three miles. Come to think about it though he had been seeing smoke occasionally from downstream. Surely she wasn't camping on the riverbank was she?

Jerry finished the field and decided to stop at his garden to pick whatever was ready before he drove the rest of the way home. He had been combining nearly 10 hours that day and had been working a total of 13 hours. He sure missed his parents. They had both died in an automobile accident two years before and the farm was much too large for one person to do all the work. He hired help occasionally but most people who he could hire either had their own farm to work or were unskilled in the work he did so...

He had only been back from the Army a few months when the accident occurred. Of course all his friends had either moved on or married while he was gone so there was little social life available. He had all the bar girls and late drunken nights he was interested in while he was in the service so he mostly worked and stayed home now. Besides most nights when he stopped working he was so tired he couldn't go out anyway. Jerry knew he should try to take some time for himself but how could he with all the work he had to do? At least the land and most of the machinery were paid for. He had inherited his parent's whole estate as an only child. There were almost 1300 acres and almost all of that was cropland. Only about 300 acres were pasture so he had very few animals to care for thankfully.

Jerry was so tired he staggered when he walked toward the garden. When he got to the garden he saw many of the plants had been stripped. He saw small footprints in the dry soil around them. "That little bitch," he muttered. No wonder I have been having such a poor yield lately. He picked what he needed for the next few days and returned to his combine for the short drive back to the farmyard.

Jerry was so tired he could hardly walk when he entered his house. He staggered into the shower, cleaned himself off and went into the kitchen. He didn't even try to cook. He made a dry sandwich from lunchmeat, ate it and some chips washing it all down with a couple Newcastle's. His head was drooping from exhaustion before he finished his meal. He just left his plate on the table with the empty bottles and staggered off to bed. He was asleep almost before he got covered up.

Jerry woke with a start, the sun glaring into his eyes. His heart was beating and he could hear his pulse throbbing in his ears. He sat on the edge of his bed until he had calmed down. He had been dreaming that the combine had hit the young woman and dragged her into its works. She had been screaming and crying begging him to help her while he watched her life blood drip onto the dry dusty ground in the corn field.

Jerry looked at the clock and rose with a curse. It was already 730 and he hadn't even started working yet. He had overslept by two hours and didn't even feel like he had slept at all. Jerry staggered into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. It perked while he poured a bowl of dry cereal. He knew that breakfast wouldn't last long but he didn't want to take the time to make a more substantial meal. After his hurried breakfast Jerry packed a lunch and walked out to the machine shed. He hooked up his tractor and disc to begin working down the fields he was putting in wheat this year.

About noon Jerry drove the machinery down beside the river where he had almost ran over the woman the last evening. He stopped in the shade and took his lunch box out of its storage place. He climbed off the tractor and walked down to the river beside the swimming hole. Even as busy as he was he made sure to keep the grass and weeds clipped there because he and many of the local people would swim during the right part of the year. It was right on his property line and a lane led through a neighbors field down to the gravel bar across the river and downstream about an eighth of a mile. Jerry kept a picnic table chained to a tree on his side. 

Jerry gratefully sank down on the bench and spread his meal out on the table. As he ate he relaxed and let the peaceful surroundings calm his soul. He could hear the river gurgle around rocks and roots, cattle lowing in the background. Somewhere he could hear the drone of more farm machinery. As he ate his eyes scanned his surroundings. He was thinking about that woman again and he wondered where she was from and what she was doing here.

When he looked toward the gravel bar he saw a thin whiff of smoke coming from back in the brush several feet off the bar. A time or two he thought he saw movement in the brush. Finally he finished his meal and packed his refuse into his lunch pail. He rose and started for the tractor then, with an oath he turned. As he walked by the table he set his lunch box on it and headed for the river. At the edge of the stream he stripped to his underwear and walked into the river. It was cool this late in the year but still warm enough that, after he got used to it, he enjoyed the refreshing swim.

After he cooled off and refreshed himself a while Jerry crossed the stream and walked toward the gravel bar. He had decided to see if he had really seen smoke over there. Heck, it might even be someone he knew and they could visit a moment before he returned to the daily grind. Now he could smell smoke.

Jerry got to the gravel bar and began exploring. He walked toward where he had seen the smoke and found where a 4X4 had driven over the brush. He followed the trail back into the trees and brush. It was almost a non-existent trail. The grass had straightened up and the main tell tale was the skinned and broken brush. Finally, through the trees and brush he saw an old truck parked near a tree. There was a tent built around it and attached to it very well. It was obvious the truck hadn't moved in a while and it would take several minutes of work to make it move. The ground around it was nearly bare from someone walking and moving about. There were some pans sitting around and smoke rising from a fire ring. Jerry cursed once again because he was sure two of the plastic tarps in the tent were ones that had been stolen from his haystack that spring. He almost took them back then decided against it.

Jerry could find no one in the area. As he continued his walk around the camp he saw a small well-worn trail leading toward the swimming hole. He decided to follow it when he returned to work. When he got to the river he saw a wire cage setting in the water filled with bottles of water, milk and other perishables. It was primitive but effective refrigeration. The river wasn't cool enough to keep food safe long but it would help. He guessed it was about 45 to 50 degrees in the water there because there was a spring rising where the cage was.

He was reaching out to touch the cage when he saw a flash of blue and heard a rustling in the brush. He looked up but saw nothing else. Finally he stood and said, "Look, I won't hurt you if you come out. If you're the woman I saw yesterday I ought to spank your ass though. You could have been killed running in front of my combine like that. Why are you here so long? You've been here all summer haven't you? Look, I live just up the river. If you need help or something you can come up there." Jerry stood looking into the brush a while longer then with a sigh he left, returning to his work.

The next time he was in town he asked every one he came in contact with if they knew what the story was on the camper down by the river. Most of the people didn't know anyone was even there and those who did said they had seen the camp but no one around it. Only one person mentioned anything that was the least helpful to Jerry. The owner of the local grocery store said he had been seeing a young woman going through his garbage almost all summer. She would take the best of the things he discarded. He said she would occasionally come into the store and buy something small. Once she had asked him for a job.

Jerry started taking his camera with him sometimes when he was going to be working near where he thought the woman would be. He almost never saw her and when he did it was so fleeting a sighting he couldn't get a good picture. He kept asking about her in town. A couple of weeks after the storekeeper told him about her Jerry was in the feed store. When he asked about the strange woman living near the swimming hole one of the men at the feed store said, "I wonder if that's the girl that was asking me for a job the other day?"

Russell, the owner of the feed store looked up then and said, "You know twice this summer a real raggedy looking young un came in here looking for work too. I haven't seen her for a while and I got no idea where she come from. I'd forgotten about it until just now. Is she still around?"

Finally in early November Jerry gave up on ever finding out what was going on. He hadn't seen the woman for a few weeks but her truck was still there and he occasionally still saw smoke from her camp. Throughout the fall Jerry would take food, and a time or two small amounts of cash, and leave it in her truck. He usually checked the next day and it was gone. Many times he would see some new cans of food in the truck when he checked back so he thought she was spending the money he left.




Wood Nymph



By now Sarah was getting scared. She couldn't leave to go somewhere warmer and no one would hire her. The nights were so cold and she had used almost all the wood she could find near her camp. She didn't know what to do. Finally, just before Christmas Sarah went back to the fat farmer that she had been with earlier in the fall. When he saw her coming into his farmyard he cursed.

"What you doin back here cunt? Decide to come back and see what else you could steal? Hell I oughtta call the sheriff and have him arrest your ass."

Sarah was trembling in fear but she said through her tears, "No, I don't want to steal anything from you. I'm sorry about that but... well I had to have some food and blankets so I took them as my pay. I... I was wondering if you maybe needed anything?"

The man laughed and said, "Hell Honey admit it. You needed more cock and came to the man to get it huh?" He was grinning when he reached down and grabbed his crotch. "Well hell, I don't have anything too pressing right now so come on inside."

Sarah followed him into his bedroom and shuddered when she saw him undressing. Before she got undressed she said, "I... I need some money for this please."

The man laughed and pulled her to him. He stripped her off and threw her onto the bed. He was just as rough this time as he had been before. He took her three times that night and when she woke the next morning her whole body ached.

She dressed in her worn out clothes and walked into the kitchen where she smelled coffee. The man was sitting drinking his coffee. He looked up at her and said, "Well you know where everything is. Get busy and make us some breakfast."

After the meal Sarah cleaned up while the man watched her. After she was finished he said, "I gotta go to town. You need to get on your way."

Sarah stood looking at him crying silently. Finally he looked up at her and said, "What?"

"You... You promised to pay me?"

"Hell slut. I let ya sleep here in my house and fed ya breakfast. That oughtta be enuf. Now get on outta my house. I gotta go."

Sarah slowly walked out the door and down the driveway. The man passed her in a cloud of dust. He stopped at the highway then turned to drive away from the small local town. Sarah cried all the way back to her camp. About four days later her privates began to hurt and she was cramping badly. It had begun to rain during the night and she stayed inside her truck. It was cold but at least she was dry. As far as Sarah remembered it was now December 28th. She had cried almost all day on Christmas as she walked away from the fat bastards house.

As the day progressed Sarah began to get scared. The river was rising and water was lapping around the wheels of her truck. Finally when the water was almost to the bottom of the cab she decided she had to get to higher ground. Sarah took her stolen blankets and one of the plastic tarps she had used for a tent and wrapped them around her. She trudged to higher ground and took what shelter she could back in heavy brush under an old fallen tree. She had hidden there several times when people were on the gravel bar or hunting her.

Jerry was sitting in his sunroom beside the wood stove late that evening. Now that the crops were all harvested and his winter wheat was in he could relax somewhat. He was enjoying the heat and watching it rain. He remembered all the pleasant evenings he had spent sitting here with his parents. Then he thought about all the times he had sat there and watched smoke rising from the woman's camp. He looked out his windows at the roiling water, watching the logs and debris floating down the swollen stream. 

All at once, with an oath, Jerry jumped from his chair. What if that silly woman was still down by the river? When it got up after this much rain it would always flood her camp spot. Had she had enough sense to get out? He drew on his rain gear and boots then ran out his door. He got into his 4X4 powerstroke and drove around the roads to the camp.

Jerry had to stop nearly a quarter mile from the gravel bar and walk the rest of the way in. When he had walked as far as he could toward the flooding river he stopped. It was dusk but he could see the top of the pick up still sitting where it had been. Only about the top six inches of the vehicle was out of the water. He saw remnants of the tent built over it hung up in trees below the camp.

Jerry stayed in the area until it was so dark he couldn't see calling out for the woman, trying to get her to come to him so he could take her home with him. She would never come. In fact, he wasn't sure she was even in the area so he finally gave up and returned to his house.

The next morning as soon as he got up Jerry made a large pot of coffee and put it in a thermos. He returned to the river by the roads and once again began his search for the woman. By now the water level was down enough the camp was again on "dry land" even though it was so muddy you sank almost to your ankles.

Jerry found small footprints going down the road toward the camp. He followed them and they led directly toward the old truck. When he got closer he saw a body slumped inside the wet cab. It was wrapped in part of an old plastic tarp. He walked up to the truck door and heard coughing and crying. Jerry reached out to the door and opened it. "Hey,' he said. "Are you ok? Can I help you?"

When he opened the door he heard a gasp and the woman began scrabbling toward the other door. She opened it and nearly fell out of the truck. She staggered away heading deeper into the muddy underbrush. Jerry followed and caught up with her just as she fell once again.

Jerry bent down and picked her up. She was skin and bone. He guessed she wouldn't weigh 110 pounds and was maybe 5'9" tall. She struggled a little; hitting him weakly, then just gave up and began crying. Jerry carried her all the way to his truck and put her in through the driver's door. He then slid in after her.

The young woman tried to get out the other side but was just too weak to do it. Finally, looking at Jerry in fear she slumped down on the seat. Jerry started the engine to get the heater going then poured her a cup of coffee. She had watched all the time and licked her lips as she stared at the cup.

Jerry held the cup toward her and said, "Well, here. Don't you like coffee? Go on take it. I'll drive us home and you can get warm."

The woman looked at Jerry fearfully then slowly took the cup. After her first sip she just guzzled it down. Jerry could see some of the color coming back into her cheeks. "There's more in the thermos if you want it," he said. 

She looked at him a moment then reached for the thermos. "Thanks," she whispered.

Jerry turned his head toward her as he drove and said, "I worried about you last night and came looking for you. Didn't you hear me yelling for you?" 

The young woman looked toward Jerry and slowly nodded her head yes. When he saw that Jerry asked, "Then why didn't you come?"

"I'm afraid you're like the rest of them. I know you've been looking for me and I think you have left me some things but..."

Jerry tried but she would not say anything else. When they got to his farm it had started raining again. He drove into the carport and turned off the truck. Once again the young woman looked frightened. She resisted a little when he reached into the cab and tried to help her out.

"Come on. You need to get out of those wet clothes and cleaned up. You're so cold you're blue."

The woman let Jerry lead her into his house. He first led her into the sunroom and up to the wood stove. He had a hot tub in the room as well as several yard type chairs that water would not damage. He pulled one of them up close to the stove and pushed her toward it. "Sit down and warm up a few minutes."

She was shivering as she looked up at Jerry. She licked her lips once again and whispered, "Thank you."

"Look, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going into another room and try to find you something to wear. Then we'll get you clean and have something to eat. I know you can run away again when I go but you know that's not the smart thing to do. If you go back out there dressed like you are you'll probably die. The weather forecast is for below freezing tonight. Even if you hide in my barn, wet as you are you might not make it. Now please just sit there and let me help you."

The young woman looked up at Jerry, then toward the door. It was now sleeting and beginning to freeze. Finally, with a sigh, she nodded her head and said, "Ok, you win. I'll do whatever you want. Just please don't hurt me again." 

Jerry smiled at her and turned back into the house. On his way through the kitchen he put on the meaty vegetable soup made earlier that day. He would heat it slowly and then after the girl's bath they would eat the nice hot soup.

Jerry opened his parents' bedroom. It hadn't been used since they had died and he still felt melancholy entering it. He made sure the bathroom was fully stocked still and then opened his mother's closet. He hoped the young woman could find something in there to wear even though his mother was slightly larger than she was.

Jerry walked back into the sunroom and saw the woman standing with her back to the stove. She was looking better but still looked very tired and weak. He said, "I have put some soup on to heat and have got things ready for you to clean up. Follow me if you're ready and we can get you started." The young woman looked up at him and sighed then began to walk toward him.

Jerry turned to walk back into the main part of the house then turned back to face the young woman. "You know I think this evening will go better if we know each other's names. I am Jerry Jones."

The young woman looked at him a moment then said, "I'm Sarah."

Jerry looked at her again then when she didn't volunteer a last name sighed and said, "Well, come on and we'll get you started."

They walked into the master bedroom and Jerry said, "This was my parent's room. You can use it as long as you like. There is a bathroom over there and you can wear anything you find in the closet or dresser that you think would fit."

"What about your parents? Won't they want to use their room?"

She was looking at Jerry when she said that and took a step back when she saw his face cloud up. "My parents are both dead. They died two years ago in an auto accident. I just couldn't force myself to clean out the room. You're welcome to anything you can use." He rapidly turned and left closing the door behind him.

Slowly Sarah walked into the bathroom. She felt her spirits rise when she saw the nice large tub. She ran it full and sank gratefully into the warm water. She soaked until the water began to cool then reluctantly soaped and rinsed off. One time she almost went to sleep. Sarah walked nude to the closet and sorted through the clothes. She would feel almost good if her privates and belly didn't hurt so badly. Sarah finally decided to wear a pair of sweats although it looked like many of the outfits would fit her. When she left the room she thought to herself, 'I hope he is at least gentle with me.'

Sarah walked slowly into the kitchen and found Jerry sitting at the table drinking a beer. When he saw her he smiled and stood, walking to the stove. He dished up the soup then poured two very large glasses of fresh milk. They ate the excellent soup and had a desultory conversation. Finally Jerry said, "You look exhausted and I know I am. Why don't we go take a nap and talk later?"

Sarah felt her stomach clench in a knot. She was afraid she would throw up but she only looked at Jerry and stood. She followed him down the hallway and hesitated when he walked into his parent's large room. Finally, fearfully, she followed. He had turned the bed back and was standing waiting on her. Her lips were trembling when she walked up to him. Oh, how she hoped he would at least be gentle. Her last boyfriend and the other farmer she had been with were always so rough when they used her. It always hurt her badly.

Jerry looked at her a moment then reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Would you please relax? I told you that you were safe with me. Now here is your bed. If you need more blankets there are some on the closet shelf. My room is the first one down the hallway on the other side of the house. Let me know if you need anything. You can even lock the door if it would make you feel safer."

Sarah watched in shock as Jerry left the room and closed the door behind him. She didn't even undress. She climbed into bed in the sweats and dropped off into a deep sleep. Her privates were burning and throbbing so she curled into a small ball to sleep. She did have a dream or two that woke her. It was always the same one so she was used to it. Finally about five that evening she heard Jerry banging around in the kitchen. She got up and washed her face. Before she left the room she looked out the window. There must be an inch of sleet on the ground. Now she was very thankful Jerry had forced her to come home with him.

Sarah stood in the kitchen door watching Jerry make coffee and peel potatoes. She finally walked into the room and Jerry saw her. He smiled and said, "You look better this evening. Did you sleep well?"

Sarah nodded her head and said, "Yes." She walked toward Jerry and asked, "Can I help you do that?"

"Naw. I decided we would just have breakfast for supper. Breakfast is easy when you have the time to make it. Why don't you just sit and have a cup of coffee? Are omelets and hash browns with dry toast ok with you?"

Sarah felt her stomach rumble. It was so loud Jerry must have heard it. She felt her face burn with embarrassment. "Anything's fine with me. Thanks."

After the meal Jerry began to clean up and Sarah stood. "Please let me do that. I've been such a bother for you and I really can take care of dishes and such." She pushed in front of Jerry and began to work. He smiled and poured himself another cup of coffee. He noticed she was moving slowly and walked sort of hunched over but didn't think much about it other than to wonder why she stood that way.

"Fine, I'll just go back out and feed the cattle. When you're done you can sit by the stove or do whatever you want. We will have the rest of the evening to get better acquainted after I get back from chores."

Sarah felt a little surge of fear when Jerry said that. She was sure he would want her to sleep with him after he got his work done and she was terribly frightened. She couldn't believe he had let her sleep that afternoon. Most of the men she knew would have taken what they wanted first then if there was time would let her sleep. Maybe he wouldn't hurt her too badly when he took her.

Sarah spent almost an hour in the kitchen working. She kept finding things that needed cleaning and straightening. The place wasn't filthy but it was obvious Jerry hadn't taken much time to keep it spic and span either. There were crumbs and dust on the floor and parts of the cabinet had a small film of grease on them, as did the stove. She wanted to do more but she felt so weak and unsteady on her feet she had to quit.

Sarah staggered toward the sunroom wanting nothing but to collapse beside the stove and get warm. She entered the room as Jerry was putting his outdoor clothes on hooks beside the door. "Oh, there you are," he said. "I had about decided you went back to bed. I'm going to clean up then I'll be back to sit beside the stove for a while. Make yourself at home while I'm doing that then we'll talk."

Sarah didn't say anything. She just gave Jerry a small smile and nodded. She had collapsed into a chair by the time he had left the room. She could see the fire was burning well but she was still cold. She pulled the chair closer to the stove. A few minutes later she once again pulled the chair closer to the heat. She was shivering and still oh, so cold.

Finally Jerry came back and saw her huddled in her chair beside the stove. He watched as she shivered when he opened the door to go for more stove wood. He was putting the wood into the stove when Sarah jumped from the chair and bolted out the door into the yard. He could hear her retching and turned to see her bent over throwing up in the yard. Finally she stopped and turned to return to the house. She took one small step and her feet slid on the ice and flew out from under her. She fell. She fell hard too and landed in the meal she had just thrown up. Now she was a mess.

Jerry rushed from the house and helped her up. He was standing in the sleet in his bare feet. Slowly they made it back inside and Jerry guided her toward the bedroom she had used the night before. He led her into the bathroom and began running a tub full of hot water once again.

Jerry reached for her top and started to help lift it over her heard. Even as sick and filthy as she was Sarah fought to keep it on. "Oh, please," she said. "I'm so sick. Can't you wait until I feel a little better before you fuck me?"

Jerry dropped his hands and said, "Damn you. I told"

Sarah began trembling and rapidly as she could she pulled her top over her head. She hadn't put a bra on and so stood in front of Jerry nude from the waist up. She was shivering worse and couldn't look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I know you've been patient with me. I'll try not to spoil it for you but please don't hurt me."

"GOD DAMN IT," Jerry said. "All I'm trying to do is help you. I'll go but please be careful when you get into the tub. Call me if you need help. I'll be in the bedroom. When are you going to get it through your head I'm not going to hurt you or rape you?"

Sarah weakly climbed into the tub and began cleaning herself. She relaxed a little and thought to herself. 'At least he didn't get so angry he hit me. Maybe if I make it good for him I can at least stay until I get better and it warms up some.

Sarah didn't even bother with wrapping a towel around herself when she dried from the bath. After all, what was the use? He'd already seen her top and he would have her naked in the bed soon anyway. She walked weakly toward the bed. Jerry was sitting in one of the large comfortable looking leather chairs that were arranged in a cozy corner of the room. He seemed to have dozed off. His eyes opened and he turned his head toward her when she got near the bed.

"My God," he said. "You're beautiful. But why did you come in here like that?"

Sarah just gave him a halfhearted smile and settled into the bed. She covered up trying to get warm while she waited on him to join her. She was so cold. She started to shiver again. When Jerry saw the bed shivering he jumped up and placed another blanket over Sarah. He bent and placed his palm on her forehead. "You're burning up with fever. I'll go get you something to drink and a bucket in case you get sick again. I'll be right back."

When Jerry returned Sarah had fallen asleep. For the rest of that day and the next two days Jerry nursed Sarah. He made her chicken soup and made sure she ate and drank things to keep her hydrated. The first two days he even had to help her to the bathroom and back to bed. Sarah was so embarrassed and so puzzled at his kindness. No man had ever been so kind to her since her father had died. She felt the tears come to her eyes when she thought of her father's kindness. At least now she was pretty sure Jerry would be gentle when he took his due. In fact, she wasn't even dreading it as much as she once did. Not that she was looking forward to it though.

Finally Sarah was feeling better except for the excruciating pain in her abdomen. The pain was so bad that she would cry from time to time. Jerry on the other hand was exhausted. Not only had he been caring for his animals throughout the ice storm but he had been spending several hours a day caring for Sarah as well. He had to haul water for everything because the power was out three of those days.




Wood Nymph



Jerry had noticed Sarah bending forward when she walked and at times had found her laying in her bed curled into a ball and crying when he came into the room. One time after she had urinated he saw something pink in the stool before she blushed and flushed. He felt like a heel and said, "Oh, Sarah, I didn't think about... I mean if you need female items I think Mom kept them under the sink or I could go to town and buy some for you."

Sarah did the unthinkable and reached out to gently touch his arm. "No Jerry, I found those but... Well, it's not that. I'm scared. I hurt so badly inside and I don't know what is wrong. Please can I just go back and lay down again?"

Jerry watched as she walked toward the bed bent slightly forward. She was holding her hand over her abdomen as if that would alleviate the pain. He turned and walked out of the room without saying anything. Jerry went into his office and picked up the phone. He used his every power of persuasion and even a little invective but he finally managed to get his doctor to agree to see Sarah as soon as he could get her to his office.

Jerry walked back into the bedroom and found Sarah lying on her side curled up under the covers crying. He walked to the bed and said, "Sarah, you need to get up. I've made you a doctor's appointment and he will see you as soon as we can get there."

"OH NO," she moaned. "You didn't. I can't afford to pay him. We can't go."

Jerry grabbed Sarah by the hand and pulled her from the bed. "Don't you think I know you can't afford to pay? That doesn't matter. You have something wrong with you and we need to get you to a doctor. Now come on. We'll worry about paying for it later."

Jerry had to partly hold Sarah up as they walked first to his truck, then later as they walked into the doctor's office. When the receptionist saw them coming in the door her face lost color and she rushed to help Jerry. She took them to the first available examination room and left Jerry with the papers that needed to be filled out.

Many of the questions Sarah would not answer no matter what Jerry said. He did find out she was 22 years old and had an associate's degree in business, no family (at least none she would tell him about) and no address. She didn't admit to any past health problems so that was good.

Finally the doctor came into the room and began questioning them. He examined Sarah then called his nurse into the room and asked Jerry to leave. Jerry heard him telling Sarah to take off her pants and place her legs in the stirrups. 

A few minutes later the door opened and Jerry was invited back into the room. The doctor said, "Well folks I think Sarah has a bladder infection and I am pretty sure she has VD. I'm going to prescribe antibiotics and we will have a quick blood test and urinalysis ran to see if we can pin down exactly what the problem is."

"Jerry, Sarah, I am required to report this and any partner's either of you have had so we can track this disease so"

Jerry stood and said, "Whoa there Doctor. Why do you need that from me? I didn't, we haven't done anything. I just found her by the river and have been trying to help her."

The doctor looked at Sarah and saw she was crying silently, tears running down her cheeks. He asked gently, "Sarah is that right? You and Jerry haven't been intimate?" 

Sarah said, "No, he hasn't touched me that way. And doctor I don't know who the man was that... Well my old boyfriend but that was last June. I don't even know if he still lives in our old apartment. There were two men that... I was camping this summer and two...they came back to my camp and we had sex but I never knew their names. They were going to bring me some groceries for it but they never came back. I didn't want to but they said that was the only way they would buy me the food so I let them."

Jerry jumped to his feet and yelled, "Son of a Bitch! You mean you were forced to do that right out there by my farm? GOD DAMN IT! Why the hell didn't you come to my house for help? Damn it if I ever find those assholes I'll"

The nurse ran back into the room and looked at Jerry as he ranted. The doctor was trying to calm him down. Finally all three of them got Jerry to calm down and they continued with their business. Sarah told them about the man on the farm and that she had been with him only about two weeks before. She once again didn't know his name but they thought they might be able to locate him from her description of where the farm was. 

When he found out Sarah's circumstances the doctor gave her sample medication and quietly told Jerry he would not charge his normal charge for the office visit. Unfortunately they had to pay the full lab fee though.

Three days later Sarah and Jerry got a phone call from the doctors' office. They told them that Sarah's tests were back and that she was a lucky woman. The medication she had been given should clear up both her STD and Bladder infection. There was no evidence of HIV in her system but that she needed to be checked periodically for the next year to be sure she had not contracted it.

Jerry had been feeling poorly all that day and the news helped him somewhat. He rushed into the sunroom where Sarah had been listening on an extension. He hugged her as they celebrated the good news. Sarah tensed and held him back but he did get one of her rare smiles when she looked up at him.

He collapsed into a chair beside hers. Sarah sat and turned her head toward him once more. When Sarah saw how pale Jerry was she gasped and jumped from her chair. She walked the two steps toward Jerry and placed her hand on his forehead. "You're burning up. I think you have the flu like I did. Come on, you need to be in bed mister."

Jerry knew he felt miserable but he resisted her attempts to get him into bed. "No Sarah, I can't go to bed. I have to feed and check on the cattle."

Sarah looked at him with her lips pressed tightly together. Finally she said, "Ok Mister but I'm going with you to do the heavy stuff. You don't need to be out in this weather and I can do a lot of that too. One of the places I lived on was a farm and I did a lot of the outside work there."

They got into heavy winter coats and Jerry stumbled outside. Sarah watched him carefully and reached out to support him a time or two when he seemed about to stumble or fall. She also watched what he did about the cattle and his other chores. Of course by now she had made friends with the two dogs and few cats so they were no problem. In fact Blue, a blue merle Australian Shepherd had just about adopted her. She was now one of his favorite people.

It took almost twice as long to do chores that day as it normally did and when he got back into the house Jerry was exhausted. He had thrown up once outside and was totally fagged out. He stumbled back into the house and this time it was Sarah's turn to help him bathe and get into bed. She was a little apprehensive when she saw his nude body. Like most males, being nude and with a pretty woman his cock began to fill. She blushed and turned away hoping he wouldn't try anything. He didn't.

Jerry was awake off and on through the night and every time he woke he found Sarah there. She had spent most of the night in the chair beside his bed but twice he woke to find her fully clothed sleeping on top of the covers beside him. He never did remember how he got into his parent's room that night but that was where Sarah had taken him.

The next morning Jerry woke up just before ten. The house was quiet and he was worried. He had to get up and get busy with the chores. He staggered around and managed to dress himself. He looked for Sarah but couldn't find her. He walked into the kitchen and found a pot of coffee. He poured himself a cup and almost fell into a chair at the table.

Jerry looked out the window to where he usually parked his truck under the carport. It was gone! His first thought was that Sarah had stolen it and he felt an instant surge of anger. He staggered toward the door and stepped outside with no shoes or winter clothes on. The cement was so cold his feet hurt but he kept going. When he cleared the house a little he heard a commotion in the barn lot and then saw Sarah tromping around, Blue and Sassy gamboling around her feet as she fed. His truck was with her and had a big round bale of hay on the bale spike to be taken to feed his beef cattle.

Jerry stood and stared at Sarah. Then he saw her looking at him. She motioned at him like she was trying to get him to leave. Then he felt his feet hurting from the cold. Sarah finally jumped into the truck and drove toward the house, stopping to close the barn lot gate behind her. She drove the truck up beside Jerry and jumped from the cab.

When she saw him outside without shoes or a coat she lit into him. "Damn it Jerry. What the hell are you doing out here? You're sick and if you don't get back into the house you'll just make it worse if you haven't already. You aren't even smart enough to put shoes or a coat on before you come out." By then she was pushing Jerry toward the house. He staggered from weakness and almost fell down. He let her push and pull him back into the warmth.

As the hot air from inside hit them Jerry felt his stomach roll and he almost passed out. "Jerry," Sarah yelled. "Don't you dare fall on me! Now let's get you back to bed."

Jerry barely made it to the sink in the kitchen before the coffee he had drunk came up. After emptying his stomach once again he felt marginally better. He was thankful when Sarah managed to get him back to her bed once more. He felt so guilty when she got a warm washrag and washed his feet before she would let him place them under the covers.

The rest of the day Jerry stayed in bed. He was alternately too cold and too hot. He heard Sarah bring the truck back and come inside. He even felt Blue when he came into the room to tell him they were back safely. Throughout the day Jerry heard Sarah working in the house. She was singing quietly a time or two. Jerry even heard the vacuum sweeper when she cleaned the floors. 

The third day of Jerry's illness he was well enough to be up. Sarah still would not let him go outside however. Most mornings she was up and out feeding before Jerry even woke up. His guilt was overwhelming. When she was inside Sarah spent way too much time in his opinion mothering him, bringing him things to eat or drink. He even had to ask her to please quit doing so much housework.

On Friday Sarah came to where Jerry was sitting and sat looking at him. "Jerry, we're running out of some things in the kitchen. Would you trust me to give me some money so I can go to the store? I won't steal it or your truck or anything. I won't go if you don't want me to but."

Jerry looked at her and said with a smile, "I know you won't Sarah. I can go with you if you would like. I'm getting cabin fever anyway."

Sarah walked to him and looked in his eyes then felt his forehead. "NO. You still have a fever it feels like. I need you to promise to stay here in the house and I can get things we need. I won't spend much I promise."

Jerry sagged back into his chair and said, "Ok. I'll just sit here and miss you then. My wallet is on my dresser. You can either take some money out of it or bring it to me and I'll give you some."

Sarah turned and walked toward his room, returning soon with his billfold. Jerry took it from her and gave her a hundred and a fifty. "Buy whatever you think we need and if you want, get yourself something too."

Sarah smiled and began to gather her outside clothes and purse. Everything in it had been soaked in the flood several months ago but her driver's license was still readable. When she got to town Sarah carefully drove to the small local grocery store and went inside.

While she was loading her purchases into Jerry's truck she heard a voice behind her. "Hey Sweet thing. What're ya doin' with Jerry's truck? You didn't steal it from him did you?" He gave a booming laugh then walked up until his chest was almost touching hers. Sarah began shaking when the large man reached out and began caressing her arms and neck. "Hey honey, ya wanta go somewhere for another roll in the hay? I know how much you like it and, hell, I'm a little horny now myself."

She moaned, "NOOO Please leave me alone. I didn't do anything to you and I promise I won't tell. Just please leave me alone."

The man laughed once more and said, "Hey honey I don't know what you're talking about but if you go spreading rumors around town you could get hurt, know what I mean? Ya givin Jerry a little pussy now? Hey girl, ya get tired of his pencil dick come on back out ta the place an I'll give ya another good workin over."

When she got home Jerry could tell something was wrong. Sarah was pale and shaking. There were tear tracks down her cheeks. "Sarah, what's wrong," he asked. Sarah looked at him and shook her head then ran into her bedroom.

Jerry slowly followed her. When he got there she was laying on the bed crying, sobbing so loudly and hard the bed was shaking. He sat beside her and began caressing her hair. He felt her tense up, then, almost as if she were forcing herself to do it she began to relax once more. All at once Sarah rose from the bed and threw herself at Jerry, she hit him so hard he fell across the bed and she clung tightly to him. Her tears rapidly wet his shirt.

Finally she was all cried out and Jerry asked once more what the problem was. Sarah looked at him and licked her lips. She turned her head away then looked down at his knees while she talked. "The man from that other farm saw me today at the store. He came up to me in the parking lot and... he told me... he touched me and said I needed to keep my mouth shut or I could get hurt. He told me to come back to his place when you got tired of me."

Jerry felt an instant surge of anger. He never thought that Sarah could be lying. He trusted her fully now. Rather, he was angry that not only would one of his neighbors do something like that to Sarah or any other woman but that he had the pure gall to threaten her if she told.

Jerry tried once more to get Sarah to tell him who it had been. She still swore she didn't know his name. She just said he was a big man and wore boots and drove an old white ford pickup. 

As the winter progressed Sarah settled into Jerry's home and made herself useful. She kept the house, made the meals and did all the inside work. She also made it a point to help Jerry outside whenever she could if she thought he needed it or if he asked. Many times he told her he did not need help but almost before he got started she would show up to help.

Sarah worked hard. Jerry sometimes thought she worked harder than he did. Since they burned wood for heat he cut a lot of the wood during the winter months then stored it for future use. Sarah would go to the woods with him and work herself almost into collapsing moving brush, carrying wood to his truck and rolling the big pieces over near the wood splitter so they could split it.

When spring came and Jerry had to once again work in the fields Sarah made herself useful around the yard. She mowed the yard, ran the weed eater, planted a large garden and fixed all the meals. She even brought his hot lunch out to the field for him. She would always sit and eat with him. She was slowly starting to change. She had a sunny smile and a quick wit. Jerry really enjoyed their conversations the few times he could get her to talking. She still had depths of despair and fear he had not plumbed and he was heartbroken to see such a beautiful intelligent woman so downtrodden.

One day Jerry had broken some machinery and needed to go to town to buy parts. On the way past the house he stopped and asked if Sarah wanted to ride in with him. She agreed and grabbed her purse then ran to the truck ahead of him. Jerry smiled to himself when she ran past him. She was wearing one of his old shirts tied under her breasts. The way they jiggled when she went past he knew there was no bra under the shirt. 

Jerry let Sarah off at the small store while he went on down the street to the implement dealer for his part. When he got back to the store he saw Sarah backed up against a white F250. She had a cart full of groceries beside her. There was a large man standing in front of Sarah. He was saying something to her and when Jerry pulled into the lot beside them he could see she was crying.

Jerry had the windows open and he heard her saying, "I told you no. I'm not interested and I want you to go and leave me alone. I don't need your 'help' and I would rather starve than put up with your filth ever again."

"You little slut. You've gotten right uppity now that you've got Jerry in your bed haven't you? I have a notion to just slap the shit out of you then take what I want. You liked it rough before didn't you. I bet you'd really cum if I did that to you again wouldn't you?"

Jerry got out of his truck and ran around it to confront the man trying to manhandle Sarah. "I might have known it was you Darrell. I should have known you were the only one around as fat and dirty as Sarah described. Instead of forcing her into your bed you should have just helped her like a decent man would have done. She works hard for her keep and won't even let me pay her. She says the room and board are enough. I guess you just like to pick on people though; makes you feel like a big important man I suppose. Nothing's changed since you were in high school has it? Once a bully, always a bully."

When he heard Jerry Darrell pushed Sarah away causing her to fall on the parking lot. He turned to Jerry with a roar and said, "You little holier than thou pissant. I beat the crap out of you once before and I'm about to do it again. First ya steal my woman then when I'm trying to talk her into coming back to me ya start bad mouthing me. I've had enough of your crap. After I beat your ass I'm gonna take my woman back home with me."

Darrell swung at Jerry and looked surprised when Jerry just stepped back and let the blow whiz past him. While he was off balance Jerry stepped into him and landed a flurry of blows. Darrell was knocked back against his truck. He stood upright and launched himself back at Jerry. This time his fist landed and Jerry fell to the ground.

Darrell ran toward Jerry trying to kick him. Jerry twisted toward Darrell and as Darrell pulled his right leg back to kick Jerry slammed his right leg into Darrell's crotch. Darrell screamed and fell to the ground clutching himself. Jerry stood and watched as Darrell writhed on the ground. Finally Darrell started to get up. He was white faced and said, "I'm gonna beat ya bad fer that asshole."

When he was half up Jerry moved in and gave him a knee in the face then kicked him once more. This time Darrell just lay there moaning. Jerry knelt beside him and said, "Darrell the last time you beat me I was a snot nosed kid a year younger than you in high school. Now I am a returned Army Ranger and a full-grown man. I have kept myself in shape and you let yourself go. You will never beat me in a fair fight and if I ever even think you are going to bother me or Sarah again I won't even fight as fairly as I have today. Do you understand me?"

Darrell looked up at Jerry and you could see the fight go out of his eyes. He slumped back onto the ground and nodded his head. Jerry grabbed Darrell by his shaggy hair, pulled his head up until he could look in his eyes and said, "I didn't hear you. Do...You...Understand...Me?"

Finally Darrell croaked out "Yes". Jerry dropped his head and stood. He walked over to where Sarah was sitting on the parking lot crying. He reached down and gently helped her to her feet. Without thinking he pulled her to his chest and hugged her as she hugged him back. He bent and gave her the first kiss they had ever shared on the top of her head. "Come on Honey," he said. "Let's get your shopping and go home."




Wood Nymph



Jerry never even acknowledged the five neighbors that were standing around watching the fight. After he and Sarah had left Ben, a grizzled old-timer nearing 70 walked up to Darrell and said, "Sonny if I was you I'd walk lightly around here from now on. I don't know what you done to that there girl but if you hurt her or Jerry either one if Jerry don't take care of your sorry ass me and the boys will. You was trash while ya was growing up and you're still trash." He spit his tobacco juice on the ground beside Darrell and walked to his truck. He sat staring at the still writhing Darrell a moment and drove away.

Sarah quietly cried almost all the way home. When Jerry stopped the truck in the carport she just sat looking down at her hands in her lap. Jerry could see her shoulders quietly shaking when he walked up to open her door. He gently helped her out of the truck and closed the door. Then he opened the back crew door, reached in and began getting the groceries out. He managed to get all four bags in his arms at once and walked toward the house.

Sarah hurried to open the door into the utility room for him then ran to get the kitchen door also. Jerry deposited the groceries on the kitchen cabinet then reached out and pulled Sarah into his arms once more. He stroked her hair as she slowly quieted down. Her face was pressed against his broad well-muscled chest and her dainty right hand was gently caressing his chest beside her lips and nose.

Finally Sarah pushed away from Jerry and said, "Thank you. Now get out of here so I can put the shopping away." Jerry still had his arms gently surrounding Sarah's waist. He looked down into her eyes a moment then gently kissed her on the forehead before he turned and walked out to begin his repairs. Jerry didn't come back for lunch. Finally about an hour after lunchtime Sarah made him a sandwich and took his lunch to him. She had some trouble finding him but finally found him in the back of the machine shed with planter parts spread out all around him. He was in the process of putting the planter back together. 

When Jerry saw her he looked sheepish and said, "I'm sorry I didn't get in for lunch. I lost track of time. You didn't have to bring me anything."

Sarah smiled and said, "OH, hush. I couldn't let my hero go hungry. I need you to be strong so you can vanquish more of my problems for me."

Jerry rapidly finished his meal and said, "Thanks Honey. I guess I was hungrier than I thought. Now I have to get back to work. I am really behind because of this. I'll probably work late tonight so you go ahead and eat. I'll warm something up when I get back.

About two hours later Sarah heard the big diesel tractor start up and then saw Jerry driving off toward the field he was going to plant. She made fried chicken and all the trimmings for supper. Jerry didn't show up. She waited longer and he still didn't show. Finally after dark she gave up and warmed up the meal she had prepared. She put the now warm food into a basket and fixed a gallon of ice tea. She then set out to find Jerry and feed him. She finally found him almost a mile from home driving the tractor and planter back and forth across their largest field planting the corn. She drove up to the end of the row and got out of the truck. Sarah had placed the food on the flat bed of the truck and stood watching Jerry as he first reached the end of the field, then turned his rig and started back down the way he had came. Her heart sank when she thought he wasn't even going to stop for her but then she saw the machine stop and heard it die as Jerry turned it off.

Jerry came walking up to her with a guilty looking grin on his face. "You didn't have to bring me anything. I told you I could eat leftovers when I got in tonight."

Sarah looked at Jerry and said, "I know that's what you said but you need food. You haven't eaten since almost two this afternoon and it's ten thirty now. Jerry you can't keep on pushing yourself like this. Besides, I was hungry so I knew you were."

Jerry looked at Sarah guiltily. You didn't have to wait on me," he said. "I never expected"

Sarah had placed her fingers over his lips and said, "Shush. I know you didn't ask me to wait but I don't like to eat alone and I am sure you don't either. I eat when my man eats. So there."

Jerry looked shocked when Sarah said that. He started to say something but Sarah once again placed her fingers over his lips and said, "Eat now, talk later." She handed him a paper plate loaded down with fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy and coleslaw. Then she smiled and handed him silverware to eat with.

Jerry was famished. He dug in and neither said another word until the whole meal was devoured. Jerry looked up at Sarah standing across the corner of the bed from him and said, "Damn woman. That was great. I haven't eaten fried chicken like that since mom..." Jerry looked sadly at Sarah for a moment then continued, "I think that may even have been better than Mom used to make. Thank you. I have to get back to it now. I think I'm going to finish this field before I quit tonight so it may be after midnight before I get back."

Sarah stood and watched Jerry and his big green tractor go back and forth across the 200-acre field for several trips. She admitted to herself that she was no longer scared of Jerry, she trusted him completely and was puzzled by her other feelings-feelings she had never had for a man before. Finally, savoring her warm feelings for Jerry she got back into the truck and returned to the house. 

Sarah took a shower as soon as she returned to the house and went straight to bed. She had been working in the garden and doing odd jobs around the house and barns all day and was exhausted. She was still sleeping in Jerry's parents' bedroom on the opposite side of the house from Jerry's room. She never heard him come into the house that night. She knew it was after 130 a.m. because she had been up and checked at that time. He was still in the field. She could see the tractor lights going back and forth as he sowed the corn.

Sarah was quiet as she could be the next morning so Jerry would sleep but shortly after 7 a.m. he was up. He looked like a zombie with dark circles under his eyes. When Sarah saw him coming down the hallway she jumped from the kitchen table where she had been drinking coffee and began cooking a large breakfast for them. Jerry didn't say much while he ate. Finally when he was finished he looked at Sarah and said, "Thanks. That was great. I'm going to try and finish planting corn today so I may run a little late for supper."

Sarah looked over at him and when he began to stand she reached out and placed her hand over his on the table. "Jerry, please slow down. I'm worried about you. You are working too hard. Your days are too long. I'm afraid you'll be so tired you aren't careful enough and get hurt. Surely it won't hurt if you take it a little easier and take two days to plant the rest of the corn?"

Jerry looked at Sarah and knew she was right but he didn't say it. He just smiled and left her sitting at the table. Jerry was working partly to stay away from Sarah. He was falling deeper and deeper in love with her and he was scared. Jerry was sure in his heart Sarah didn't want anything to do with him as a lover. He was sure she had been hurt too badly to want anything else to do with a man and he didn't want to scare her off. He would rather have her in his life as a badly lusted after friend then not have her in his life at all. He was having more and more trouble keeping away from her, keeping from holding and caressing her when they walked by each other. The couple of times he had gently kissed her on her head without thinking frightened him. He was afraid he had gone too far but he loved and wanted her so...

Once again at noon Sarah showed up with his meal. It was hamburgers this time and they, too were wonderful. Again Sarah shared his meal with him over the back of the truck. Many times he looked up from his food to see Sarah staring at him with a haunted look in her eyes. Just before he climbed back on the tractor Sarah reached out and grabbed his hand. She looked into his eyes and said, "Jerry, please quit early tonight and get a full nights sleep. I need you to be careful and..."

Sarah let his hand go and ran to the cab of the truck. Jerry was still standing staring after her when she disappeared from his sight. Finally with a shake of his head and a muttered curse Jerry returned to his work. As suppertime neared he thought more and more about Sarah and how she was acting. Finally, about 6 p.m. he let out a loud Damn and at the end of the row he turned his tractor toward the house and supper.

Sarah was just getting ready to once again load the food into her hamper so she could take it to Jerry when she saw the tractor lights coming toward the buildings. Her heart leaped and she felt a small smile come to her lips. She quickly turned on the stove and began heating supper as she listened to her man return home from a hard day of work.

Sarah's face showed her concern when she saw Jerry. He was pale and had large dark circles under his eyes. He stumbled when he stepped up into the kitchen from the utility room. She rushed to the door when she saw that. She so badly wanted to support him as he walked to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. Sarah hovered around Jerry in case he stumbled once again while he walked to his seat at the table. 

Sarah pulled Jerry's chair out and placed a glass of ice tea at his place. She took the towel he had been drying his hands with from him and said, "Sit here Honey. Supper's hot and I'll dish it up for you."

After they finished the meal Jerry looked at Sarah, then toward the bedrooms. He rose and started toward the outside door once again and Sarah felt her stomach drop. As he reached the door Jerry felt himself sag. He just couldn't make him self go back out tonight. He quietly closed and locked the door. Sarah heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Jerry do that. Her heart was breaking as she watched Jerry walk slowly toward the bathroom for his shower.

Sarah rapidly cleaned up the kitchen then went looking for Jerry. By the time she found him he was in his bedroom in his bed. She knocked on the doorframe and said, "Jerry can we talk a minute please? I know you're tired but..."

Jerry reached out and turned on the small bedside light. He slid upward in the bed until he was resting his back on the headboard. He didn't even have the strength to ask Sarah what she wanted. He only looked at her and raised his eyebrows.

"Jerry I've been living with you now for almost five months and... Well why haven't you tried to... Jerry is something wrong with me? Am I soiled or something? I mean, well you're a man and I can tell you want me but you never..." Sarah was crying so hard she had to stop talking. 

Jerry started to get up and go to her then he remembered he slept nude and didn't want that to upset her. Sarah raised her head and continued, "You're not Gay are you? I mean I've seen your hard..."

Sarah stopped in shock when Jerry began laughing. Even as tired as he was he laughed so loudly it almost drowned out Sarah's beautiful voice. Finally when he got control of himself he said, "No Sarah, I'm not gay. Hell I know you've seen me when I got excited and you were around. I've seen your face turn white and I've seen how you flinch away from me. I know you don't want a man but damn it woman do you know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you? I'm afraid I'll do something to hurt you or scare you off. I have to force myself to not take you in my arms and kiss you like you deserve. I keep as far away from you as I have to so I don't scare you off. You work with me here at the house and even help outside a lot. I'm not lonesome any longer and I don't want to do anything to ruin that but my god woman sometimes I want you so badly it hurts. How can you ask me if I'm gay?"

Sarah smiled through her tears and said, "Really? You mean what I've done, what I've been doesn't make you hate me, doesn't disgust you?"

"No, you've had a very hard time as far as I can tell and sometime I hope you can tell me more about yourself but Sarah, I'm so tired right now I'm almost sick. Can we please talk about this later?"

Sarah smiled brightly and said, "Oh, I'm sorry Jerry. I know how tired you are. I made you quit working to get some rest and now I'm the one keeping you from it. I'm sorry." She almost skipped into his room, bent and gave him a quick kiss on his lips. She blushed, stood walked rapidly, almost running, until she was out of his sight. Jerry sat there a moment in shock then tiredly slid back down into his bed. His cock was hard and he so badly wanted to follow Sarah but he was just so tired. He was asleep almost before he got completely covered up.

The next morning Jerry woke with a strange feeling. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a head of honey blond hair in front of them. Then he felt...with an oath Jerry pushed himself back from the very delectable female form he had been snuggled up against. His arm was wrapped around that form and his left hand was cupping a nice handful of warm soft breast, one with a rock hard nipple in the middle of it. He jerked his hand away and heard a sleepy moan coming from under the hair he had been staring at.

Jerry was on the opposite side of his bed when Sarah rolled over facing him. She smiled at Jerry and lay looking into his eyes. Her movement had dislodged the covers enough that her breasts had been uncovered. She saw Jerry looking at them and smiled larger. With a grin Sarah reached out and threw the covers off her, showing Jerry she was totally nude under them as was he.

Sarah bit her lower lip as she lay there staring at Jerry staring at her. He whispered "Damn." And slowly reached his hand out for her. Sarah smiled and moved her body toward Jerry.

Jerry reached her and pulled her to himself, sliding closer to her as he did. He was on his side and she lay on her back. His arm was just under her breasts and he pulled her tightly against him. She could feel his morning wood against her thigh. She turned her head to the side so she could look at Jerry.

"What are you doing here," Jerry asked.

"Well after last night I decided you were never going to come to my bed, the bed you should be using as owner of this house, so I decided to come to yours. I know you might not want me but... Well, I was hoping that..."

Jerry shut her up in the most effective manner he had. He leaned down and began kissing her. It's pretty hard to talk with a man's tongue in your mouth so she gave in and began kissing him back. Sarah rolled toward Jerry and wrapped her right arm around him, pulling his head closer to hers.

"Oh, Jerry, I love you so much. Please would you love me this morning? All I ask is that you be gentle but I know in my heart you will. You have always been so gentle and considerate to me. I know I have to tell you about my past life and I know that may run you off but please could you just love me this morning?"

Jerry's heart lurched when he heard Sarah ask him to love her. He was so excited he was almost shaking. Never had he felt about a woman as he felt for Sarah. He began kissing her, nibbling on her nipples, under her ear and on her collarbone. He applied every lovemaking trick he had ever learned to her and watched for her response. He memorized her favorite spots. 

Sarah arched her back when he took her nipples into his mouth. She pulled his head tightly to her breast and pulled his head closer with a hand behind it. As Jerry began trailing kisses lower Sarah moaned louder and began writhing frantically. He was gently caressing her pussy as she thrust her hips upward frantically.

By the time Jerry had kissed and nibbled his way down to her pubic hair Sarah was a quivering wreck. There were tears at the corner of her eyes. When Jerry took his first taste of her little slit Sarah's eyes popped open widely and her head came up off the bed. She grabbed his head and started to pull him away from her crotch. "What are.."

Jerry's tongue made contact with her little clit and he flicked it three times. Sarah screamed and clamped her thighs against his head. Her pelvis strained upward and she began madly thrusting and wriggling. Jerry tried to keep his tongue working her clit but he only managed to touch it a few times because she was thrashing around so madly.

Finally Sarah's clit became so tender she grabbed his head and pushed him away. "Please, stop Jerry," she said. "It's too tender."

Jerry smiled and backed out from between her splayed thighs. He just stared down at her still convulsing, throbbing cunt and his smile got larger. Jerry crawled up the bed and lay beside Sarah after he gave her a gentle kiss. She stared at him with the softest, most loving look he had ever had directed his way. "Oh, Jerry," she whispered. "That was wonderful but... I never had anyone lick me down there. How could you? I mean it's so nasty. I"

Jerry rose up on his elbow and looked down into Sarah's eyes. He bent to kiss her and shut off her sentence. The kiss started out gentle then rapidly progressed to a needy one. Sarah wrapped her right arm around Jerry and moaned into his mouth. Her pelvis was once again thrusting upward, her legs alternately splaying widely open, and then slapping back closed once more.

Sarah slid her left leg down flat on the bed, splayed her right one out, opening herself to Jerry. She pulled away from his kiss and looked into his eyes. He felt her arm pulling him toward her. She whispered, "Please Jerry. Please love me!"

Jerry rose up over Sarah and moved between her legs. The leg she had stretched out now rose upward again and she tilted her pelvis upward. She moaned when Jerry felt his cock head first nudge against her nether lips. Sarah pulled back a little and Jerry instinctively followed, lowering his hips toward her, trying to maintain and increase his penetration.

Sarah wrapped her arms around his chest and just as Jerry began a downward thrust she slammed her pelvis upward. Sarah screamed out her pleasure as she felt Jerry fill her completely. Even before he could think to apologize for slamming all the way into her on the second thrust she began making thrusting and withdrawal motions of her own. She was moaning almost constantly and Jerry felt her cunt getting wetter if possible.

Jerry began meeting her thrusts. As Jerry felt his balls draw up and that old familiar tingle begin in his crotch he felt Sarah's cunt lock down on him and she screamed yet again. Her cunt began rapidly clutching then releasing his cock as her thrusts against him subsided. That was all it took for Jerry and he slammed as deeply into Sarah as he could. He felt his cock spasm and he pumped his seed into Sarah. 

Sarah moved her hands from his hips where they had been resting, holding him deeply inside her to his shoulders. She pulled him down and wrapped her arms around him as she kissed him deeply.

Jerry broke the kiss and placed his head beside hers. He heard Sarah whisper, "Oh, Jerry Dowling I love you so much! Oh, please never leave me or make me leave you." Jerry felt Sarah shaking and saw she was crying quietly into his shoulder.

Jerry lowered his head until their lips met once more. "Damn Sarah, I could never leave you. I have never loved anyone more than I love you."

Jerry rolled to the side and lay beside Sarah, cuddling her against him. They were lying in the same position they had been in when all this had started. Sarah was staring into Jerry's eyes once more. She licked her lips then said, "Jerry uh... You don't have to lick me down there. I know how nasty that is and how you must hate it. It's ok not to do it."

"Didn't you like it?"





Wood Nymph



Sara's eyes were glistening as she breathed out, "Oh, GOD YES. It's even better than the girls said it was but I know how unpleasant it is for a man to do something like that and I don't want you to think you have to do it."

Sarah looked almost angry when Jerry broke out in a laugh. When he saw her look he fought to control his laugh and said, "Who ever told you that crock of crap? Hell most men love to eat pussy-especially if their woman will suck their cock too. Who ever gave you the idea men didn't like to eat pussy?"

"Well, Jared wouldn't. He got mad and hit me when I told him my friends said how good it felt and that I wanted him to try it on me. He said that was filthy and only animals would do something like that. Then later I had another of my friends say her boyfriend felt the same way. Darrell wanted me to suck him but he wouldn't lick me when I tried to get him to..."

Sarah gasped and placed her hand at her lips when she saw Jerry's face after she mentioned Darrell. "Oh, I'm sorry Honey. I didn't mean"

Jerry broke into her sentence and said, 'That's ok. You have to realize Darrell and I have never been close, in fact we fought years ago and when you reminded me of what he had done to you..."

Sarah grabbed Jerry and hugged him to her breast once more. She stroked his head and whispered into his ear, "I'm sorry Honey. I'll try not to mention him ever again."

They lay together for several more minutes then Sarah grinned mischievously. She had felt Jerry's cock rising. She looked into Jerry's eyes then slowly slid her hand between them until she once more held his now rock hard cock. She was slowly jacking him as she asked, "What's this? Were you planning on using this somewhere or what?"

Jerry licked his lips and watched as she pushed him off his side onto his back. She rose and straddled him, first seating his cock at her lower opening then sliding down onto his throbbing cock. After she had him fully embedded in her body Sarah leaned forward and gave Jerry a gentle kiss. She was slowly moving back and forth on him as they both silently and slowly rose toward another orgasm.

Jerry was looking up into Sarah's eyes when he saw them change. They got darker, then she seemed to be staring into nothing. He felt her cunt clench against his cock and she moaned. She rose once more and this time she slammed down onto him almost hard enough to hurt. She began rapidly rising and slamming down onto him as she moaned and screamed. Finally Sarah slammed onto him, rose to the length of her arms and screamed once more. Her cunt grabbed him and released several times as she ground her hips in small circles over his pelvis. He felt her cum leak out between them and soak his balls.

Once more Jerry felt himself spew his essence into Sarah. With a sigh Sarah collapsed onto Jerry's chest and lay there. Jerry slowly slid her to the side until she was partly on the bed. They both drifted off to sleep. Jerry woke up at a little after ten a.m. with Sarah still laying over him sleeping. She had a contented smile on her lips.

Sarah woke when Jerry was trying to gently move out from under her so he could go to the bathroom. Sarah gave a little squeak and jerked away from Jerry. She stopped and looked at him and gave a little self-satisfied smile. She reached out and pulled his head to hers for a deep sensuous kiss then pushed him away. As she kneeled on the bed she said, "I'm going to clean up then I'll fix breakfast." She glanced at the clock then giggled, "Or maybe I'll just make lunch instead. It's going to be after ten thirty before I'm dressed."

Jerry sat on the side of his bed and watched a naked Sarah prance out of his room. She turned at the door and saw him watching her. She seemed to stand a little taller and she thrust her chest out. Jerry saw a self-satisfied smile once again grace her glowing face.

Sarah was bustling around the kitchen when Jerry ambled into the room. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He placed his hands on her belly and pulled her back against him. Sarah sighed and turned her face up and back for a kiss. After the first kiss she turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around Jerry. She raised her face and received another kiss.

Sarah pushed Jerry back and said, "Now behave. I'll ruin dinner if you don't leave me alone. Why don't you find something to do while I cook?"

Jerry grinned and reached up to caress her nipple that was tenting out one of his shirts she had thrown on. Sarah slapped his hand, grinned and said, "Something else if you please. You can have more of that later."

She stood smiling fondly as she watched Jerry amble from the room. She heard the outside door open, then close and walked to the window to see Jerry heading for the barn to do his chores.

Lunch was longer than usual. Their eating was interspaced with soft, longing stares being exchanged between them. Finally Jerry rose, walked around the table and bent, giving Sarah a gentle kiss. He said, "I need to get to work. I'll be back for supper."

By that evening Sarah had worried herself into a tizzy. She kept thinking 'what if I upset Jerry. What if he doesn't want me? OH, GOD what if I have upset him and he makes me leave?' She was even more worried when he didn't come into the house after doing his morning chores. She had heard the truck start and Jerry drove off. He had gotten into the habit of telling her when he was leaving and asking her if she wanted to come with him. This time he didn't. After he just left she let her fears take full reign.

While Jerry drove to town he, too, though about the morning and wondered if he had done right. He was worried Sarah would be sorry they had made love. He hoped he wasn't making a big mistake but he decided to go on and take care of the business he had left the farm to do.

Jerry was late getting back to his farm. He worried Sarah would be angry or worry about him but it had taken way longer to find what he was looking for than he thought it would. Sarah looked frantic when he walked into the kitchen. Sara's face was red and blotchy as if she had been crying. When she saw him she screamed, "Jerry!" and launched herself into his arms. She began kissing him and crying out, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you this morning. I'm sorry."

Jerry hugged Sarah to his chest and kissed the top of her head. She squeezed him so tightly it almost hurt but he didn't care. It felt so good to just have her in his arms. He was so glad she still seemed to want him he couldn't complain about how tightly she was holding him.

Finally Sarah calmed down enough for Jerry to break her hold on him. He pushed her back and took her hand. "Come on," he said. "Let's go into the living room for a while. We need to talk."

Sarah felt a little surge of fear but since Jerry was smiling she relaxed quickly. She held his hand and let him lead her toward the couch. After they took their seats Jerry began talking. "Sarah, I know we haven't really been out on a date but we have lived together for almost six months and we have spent a lot of time together. I have been madly in love with you since February when you relaxed enough that I could see what a wonderful woman you are. Last night was everything... No, last night was more than I could have ever dreamed a night with you would have been. Sarah," Jerry said as he reached into his pocket and drew out the engagement ring he had purchased that day. "Will you marry me?"

Sarah sat transfixed. She was staring at Jerry's hand as he held out the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. She tore her eyes off it and looked up into Jerry's face when she saw the ring and heard what he was saying. His eyes were so full of love for her. She saw the scared look come into his eyes as she hesitated. He seemed as if he was beginning to pull away from her then he stopped as she looked into his eyes and said, "Yes, Oh, Yes. Oh, I was so much hoping you would just let me stay with you. I would have stayed with you forever if you had let me even if you didn't want to marry me. Oh, Jerry, I promise I will be the best wife anyone ever had."

Sarah held her hand out for Jerry to place his ring upon her left ring finger. Afterward she turned her hand and held it so she could just stare at the ring. She leaned into Jerry and gave him a gentle kiss, then bent forward to kiss him once more. This time it went on and on. Sarah let out a moan and pressed her breasts against Jerry's hard chest. Their arms went around each other and then moved, they began tearing at clothes until they were both naked and laying on the couch, Jerry between Sara's splayed legs.

Sarah moaned and slid her tongue into Jerry's mouth as she felt his cock once again sliding into her lubricious cunt. Even after the marathon sex session of that morning it didn't take long for them to reach their climax. Afterwards they lay, Jerry still embedded in Sarah, and looked into each other's eyes. They gave each other a gentle kiss from time to time until finally Jerry's limp cock slid out of Sarah's cunt closely followed by a large river of their mingled cum.

Sarah giggled and pushed against Jerry. "Get off me you oaf. I have to go clean up before I make a mess of your couch." As Jerry moved Sarah held her hand over her well satisfied cunt to keep more of their cum from dripping onto the couch.

While Sarah was in her shower Jerry opened the door and joined her. She jumped when she saw him then smiled and reached for him. "Oh, what ever am I going to do with you," she asked.

Jerry smiled, kissed her then said, "Keep me around for a hundred years or so and maybe love me and work with me from time to time."

"Yes, oh yes. Always my love," she replied.

While they were drying each other off Jerry said, "Put on a dress and we'll go to town for supper. I can't have you working on your engagement night."

They went to the small town near which they lived and walked into the café. They had eaten there before occasionally but this was the first time they had dressed up to do so. The owner greeted them by name and walked up to the table to take their drink order. When she did so she glanced down at the table where Sarah was holding Jerry's right hand with her left one. "Oh, my God," she said. "Is that what I think it is?"

Sarah looked up at her and saw her looking at her ring. She smiled and said, "Yes, he asked me to marry him this evening." And held her hand out for Doris to view. The few customers that knew Jerry heard the commotion and saw what Doris was doing. All the females and some of the men came to the table and congratulated the couple.

Jerry and Sarah married three weeks later. They did take a short honeymoon during the summer but returned to the farm and went back to work after only a week. In all their long lives together no one ever heard them raise their voice to the other. They worked together constantly and never looked at each other with any expression except pure love in their eyes.

The years were filled with hard work and love. Children came and were taught to work, to respect and care for people, and to enjoy life. Jerry and Sara's farm was always filled with love and laughter. Even in the busiest time of the year Sarah made sure that Jerry and her family did their work but took time to enjoy life and each other. Sarah continually tried to intervene, to get Jerry to stop working so hard but she had limited success.

They raised two boys and two girls on their farm, a farm that eventually grew to 3000 acres. The boys and one of the girls and her husband stayed on the farm and worked with Jerry and Sarah. All the children and neighbors were in awe of the way Jerry and Sarah cared for and looked at each other. Not only did their children learn to live, love and respect their spouse from the example set by Jerry and Sarah but also they had a positive impact on all the young people who were friends of their children. Many in the community prayed they would be treated by their spouse as Jerry and Sarah treated each other.

As Jerry aged, he became more stove up, less able to do the hard physical work. Many times Sarah had to step in and get between Jerry and the work to force him to back off, to let the younger family members do the heavier work. She always did it in such a manner that he didn't feel threatened or less of a man but she did her best to make sure her man was safe for as long as she could.

Finally, the spring of the year he turned 85 Jerry's body wore out. He had been having more and more trouble doing a complete day's work for several years. He had been to the doctor and was told his heart was only working at about 40% of what a normal heart would work. He came home for the last time from the hospital. Sarah was with him, caring for him until the end. She was making herself sick with worry and trying to keep her man with her for just a minute, a second longer.

Sarah and one of her daughters were in the living room with Jerry when he moaned and held his hand out for Sarah. She reached for it and felt Jerry give it a little squeeze as he moaned out, "Love you."

Sarah felt Jerry's hand relax and saw his head roll slightly, his chest stopped rising and she cried out her anguish. She never felt her daughter wrap her arms around her and hold her. Finally the tears stopped and she sat holding the dead hand of her husband of 58 years. Sarah whispered, "Oh, Jerry. I love you so much. I promised I would never leave you but now what am I going to do? I begged you all your life to not work so hard and wear yourself out. How am I going to..."

"Momma. Shhhh," said her daughter as she once more wrapped her frail 81-year-old mother in her arms. "I've called the boys and they'll be here soon. Daddy knows you'll never leave him. You still have us and..."

As the morning progressed the rest of the family began arriving for the sad occasion. Both the boys were there before the sheriff and Undertaker arrived to take care of their Father. From the time of his death until his funeral the house was constantly full of neighbors stopping by to offer help and condolences. Jerry's funeral was one of the largest held in recent memory in their small town. He had touched so many lives in a loving manner that there was some worry there would not be enough room in the local church for the services.

Over the next three months Sarah regained much of her vitality. She looked several years younger as she recovered from the strain of caring for Jerry at the end. She and her daughters were visiting one afternoon and Sarah sat staring out over the river toward the old picnic table and gravel bar downstream. She was smiling and Megan, the youngest daughter asked, "Mom what are you staring out over the river and smiling about?"

"I was remembering the first time I ever saw your father. I had been camping all summer on the gravel bar and was across the river stealing food from his garden. At that time I was so scared of men because... Well, anyway I was hiding in the corn he was combining and he almost ran over me. I ran across in front of him and looked into the cab of the combine. He was so handsome and so angry with me. He came looking for me several times during the fall and I would hide from him. He left me food and money sometimes. I was still scared of him but I was beginning to trust him. Sometimes when he was in my camp he would talk loudly to me trying to get me to come to him but I remained hidden where I could watch him. I was almost positive he wouldn't hurt me but I was just too scared to go to him."

"Then, three days after Christmas there was a big rain and the river flooded. I was sleeping in the cab of my truck and before I knew the river was up it was almost high enough I couldn't get to safety. When I got out of the truck I almost got washed down stream. I made it to high ground and later that evening your father came looking for me. I hid again but he came back the next morning and found me. The river had gone back down and I was laying in the cab of the old truck wrapped in a plastic tarp. I was so cold I hurt."

"When your father opened the cab door to ask me if he could help me I panicked. I scrambled out the other door and began running away from him. He ran me down and carried me back to his truck. He brought me home to this very house and made me clean up. Then he fed me and he gave me a bed to sleep in. I got sick and he nursed me. I never left this house again. I would have died if your father hadn't carried me into this house and taken me into his heart. I had almost reached the point where I wanted to..."

Sarah's daughters were looking at her in shock, tears running down their cheeks as she continued her story. After she had finished telling them Megan knelt beside her chair and said, 'Oh, Mom. Why haven't you told us this before? Now I know why Daddy hated Darrell so much and was so happy when he lost his farm and had to move away. All you or Dad ever said before was that you needed a job and he gave you one then you fell in love and got married. Oh, now I hope more than ever that I can find a man half as good as Daddy." She reached out and hugged Sarah as her sister hugged her from the other side.

Seven years later Sarah followed her Jerry in death. Sarah died in the same room as had her wonderful Jerry. Just before she passed away Megan heard her whisper, "I'm coming Jerry. I've missed you so but I'm finally allowed to come join you."

Until her last day Sarah had never looked at another man as a mate. She would visit with neighbors but they all knew she was still married to Jerry and would never consider taking another man into her heart or bed. She was, after all, a one-man woman as Jerry had been a one-woman man.

Their family continued to grow and prosper. None of her children or grandchildren ever treated a person of the opposite sex badly. They learned from Jerry and Sarah how to love and how to chose their lover. There was no need, no inclination to look elsewhere because they had learned how to love and respect their spouse from Jerry's wood nymph.



Wood Nymph



The characters in this work of fiction are over the age of 18.

*****

I hadn't been this way since last summer. I had Red with me then. He quit living just before Christmas, I mean he just got real old real fast and looked at me with those liquid brown eyes, telling me he'd had enough. I wasn't ready to start over yet, so this walk I was alone. It suited me.

It was the first really warm day after the longest crappiest winter in living memory. I knew exactly where I was going, I had walked this trail so many times and once I got off the main track I was pretty much the only thing on 2 legs for miles around. Before long I was feeling the heat and exertion, I undid my shirt to allow the air to cool me, it was exhilarating to feel the fresh breeze caressing my bare breasts and soothing my heated nipples.

Finally, hot and gritty I broke into the clearing and scanned around, drawing deep breaths and allowing my heartbeat to slow back down from the hike. Dropping my pack and stripping off my shirt I walked towards my boulder and looked over the edge. The water would be cold this early on, still carrying the run off from the snowmelt of the surrounding mountains. 

It would also be deeper than in mid summer, deep enough to jump in from here instead of having to clamber down. I shucked my shorts and skanties and without giving myself chance to chicken out I dove in. Breaking the surface with a squeal and a gasp I 'oh my god' ed my way back to the nearby rocks shivering uncontrollably. 

I whooped my pleasure as I stood up, relief now kicking in as the suns warmth found it's way into my skin. Shaking my head to remove excess water, I laughed out loud with the joy of release. Free of the winter, free of the bone chilling heart stopping freezing stream, free of the restriction of layers of stifling winter woollens. I slowly made my way back up to my boulder, my soft feet yet to be weather hardened by being bared more than shod over the coming months. 

I wasn't specifically a naturist, I didn't holiday at those kind of resorts, I wasn't exactly an exhibitionist, I didn't deliberately walk naked in the hope of being seen. I just loved being naked in nature. To me it was exciting, erotic, it made me feel more alive than at any other time. I hadn't been clothes free for months and my bones were still feeling the permafrost of months of sub zero temperatures.

I needed this. I needed to feel the sun on my skin, thawing my bones, I needed to feel the breeze lifting my nipples into peaks, reminding me I was alive. I had my factor 30 in my bag, but I needed a few moments to just feel the warmth after the exhilarating chill of the stream. 

As my front warmed, I rolled over onto my tummy resting my cheek on my forearms and allowing my thoughts to drift. The breeze tickled my butt cheeks and I slid my legs further apart to allow it to nudge against my rapidly moistening centre. I would do something about it in a while, for now I was enjoying the erotic breath of springs whisper on my lower lips. 

I had been single a long time now, and hadn't met a man recently who made me want to change my status, but it meant I had to seek out sexual encounters, make an effort, make a judgement about a potential partner, sometimes it was just too much effort. So in much the same way I looked after the needs of my house, I mostly looked after my own needs too.

I drowsed in the gentle warmth, day dreaming of the perfect man; an 8 inch handsome booty call, no emotions just hot sex and some kissing and cuddling. He could stay the night, as my perfect man wouldn't snore or fart, he would wake me up with tongue and fingers, and after another masterful rootin' he would make me breakfast before heading home to await my next call. Oh yeah, I could go for some of that. 

A gentle smile rested on my cheeks as I considered the unlikelihood of my daydream when I suddenly heard a scuffle behind me and felt something freezing cold thrust up against my anus. I shrieked out and whirled round ready to confront some 'Deliverance' scenario, wondering what I had in my bag that would double as a weapon, when my assailant wagged his tail and trod on my crotch in his excitement to reach and lick my face.

"Git down Duke! Leave the little lady alone!"

"My apologies missy, me an Duke don't come across too many wood nymphs, he's kinda keen to introduce himself."

I'd never given much thought to the verb 'mosey' not being much of a fan of westerns, but this guy definitely moseyed into my line of vision. Wearing boots that had been made from the hide of a rhino which had had deep tissue massage it's entire life and jeans that looked like they would be passed down through the family.

I needed to lift my eyes past a disturbingly large bulge resting below a ornate silver buckle to see the rest of him. It was worth the effort. A chambray shirt soft enough to wrap a newborn, fitted loosely over broad shoulders, his shape tapering to a narrow waist. His cowboy hat hid most of his face, but I heard the gentle humour in his voice and felt no threat. I did feel something else though, something which made my core shudder.

I was aware that I was naked in front of him,, but knew instinctively that If I tried to cover up, our meeting would be short and courteous. And entirely unsatisfying. Instead I reached out to Duke, and scruffled his loose neck. He was some kind of hound all loose limbs, loose skin, too much slobber and too little brain. So obviously I was half way in love already. 

"Seems you've made yourself a bit of a friend there little miss, Duke is pretty particular who he slobbers on." Crouching down over his heels 'cowboy' stuck his hand out

"Hank," He said by way of introduction. "I do most sincerely apologise for the intrusion, we usually have this trail to ourselves, in fact, I was kinda beginnin' to think of that as my boulder."

"I've been coming here for years." I state, not argumentatively or possessively, "first time since last summer though."

"Aah, that'll explain it, we moved up here last fall."

"We?" Was there a Mrs Cowboy on the scene? And what did I care?

"Duke an' me."

"Oh." Thank you God, I owe you one. 

"Sorry, I didn't catch your name?" Hank quirked a brow

"No, you didn't did you." I was in no rush to enlighten him. I wasn't sure where this was going, so I wasn't sure I wanted him to know who I was.

Catching on quick Hank grinned, "I'll just call you Aspen then, my little wood nymph."

"Gettin' mighty possessive there cowboy," I showed that I too can quirk a brow. 

Now that he was down at my level, I saw he was just a few years older than me, possibly his late forties, his face was tanned and smokey grey eyes penetrated my own, trying to figure me out. Good luck with that, even I don't know who I am most of the time. 

Obviously he decided not to waste too much time on it either and allowed his glance to roam further down, the upturn of his lips hinting that he found something he liked. My heart began pounding as a sudden surge of arousal swept through me and I felt myself moisten.

I hitched a breath, as apparently oxygen is a biological necessity, and I'm not sure I had breathed for the last five minutes. The hitch brought my boobs up for closer inspection and a nipple almost took out Hanks eye. 

When I had jumped up so suddenly at Dukes unexpected intrusion, I had naturally sat crossed legged, inadvertently leaving my pussy open for inspection. Hank reached out a tentative finger and stroked my now soaking centre. I moaned and shuddered leaving him in no doubt as to the effect his presence was having on me. He brought his finger to his lips and sucked it slowly before reaching out the same hand to caress my cheek and bring my face to his. 

His gentle exploratory kiss opened my mouth to him, my tongue eagerly sought his and I leaned into him pushing a more passionate embrace. I sucked his lower lip and nibbled, horny beyond sensible consideration. I neither knew nor cared who he was, whether I would see him again, or even whether some other unsuspecting hiker might happen across us. In fact as the thought flitted across my mind yet another shudder surged through me as my arousal crested even higher.

I was almost climaxing just kissing and imagining, Hank had yet to do more than a single stroke of my sex and I was panting and pulsing already. Letting go of my lips finally, Hank knelt back then stood, udoing his shirt and jeans as he did, he heeled his boots off, shucking his jeans in record time, even counting the fact he had to manipulate them over a very impressive semi hard on.

The shirt slid over his shoulder drawing an 'oh my!', as he revealed taut muscles under weathered skin. The body of a man who worked outside. He knelt back down, his hands sandpapering roughly down my arms drawing goosebumps in their wake. Cupping a breast in each hand his calloused thumbs stroked my nipples into unbearable peaks before his mouth claimed a breast and drew on in sucking and suckling and nipping as I cried out in ecstasy. 

Shit! He had barely been below the belt and this man was already dragging more response from my body, than other lover I had taken. Pushing me gently down onto the boulder, (where is there a rug when you need one?) his mouth took possession of my other breast, while roughly manhandling the first. I arched into him, feeling his erection against my thigh. 

Now when I'm trying to park a truck, it's easy to misjudge between 8 or 10 inches, but when its a penis pressing into my leg, I just knew I was going to have trouble parking this bad boy without scraping the sides. His lips reclaimed mine and his hand swept lower, more gentle now as it sought and found my sex. 

Fingers fumbled around looking for the light switch or the door and found both, hallelujah I cried silently, a man who knows what a clit is! He sank his finger into my moisture using it to lubricate me. I reached down and felt his joy stick. Oh Joy! What a stick it was. A bead of moisture decorated the head and I used my thumb to smooth it around before slowly stroking him.

I couldn't quite reach far enough to get a decent grip, so I made do with drawing my nails gently ( always gently!) up and down him and softly tickling the sensitive head with a nail tip. He groaned and looked up; hooded, lust-filled eyes stared at me, I doubt he could have remembered his own name just then. Removing my hand from his member, he kissed my palm and moved further down my body, kissing his way to the jackpot. 

I had no condoms and I very much doubted my cowboy carried them on a hike, so I had very little time ( and less remaining logic) to decide if I dared go all the way. Fuck! Why am I so sensible. 

"Hank, before we get any further, I don't have any protection, and I don't know you from Adam." I finally ground out through clenched teeth.

"He's got a much smaller dick," panted Hank grinning and sitting back. "Don't worry my little nymph, once a soldier, always a soldier. We never know when we might need to waterproof something." He reached around for his jeans searching the pockets before finding a foil square and tossing it to me.

"As you were then, soldier!" I ordered pointing back down towards my lady bits.

"Fuck Me!" I cried out seconds later as he began to make a meal of me -without even having weighed the ingredients! This man ate pussy like it was his last supper. 

Two fingers were working in and out my core and I could feel an imminent orgasm, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I shouted out as I began to buck and clench under him, I uttered words that would make a sailor blush as my orgasm continued to convulse me, his hands and mouth relentlessly assaulting me. 

His movements gentled to a halt and he moved back up my body, easing my legs apart with his thigh. I passed him the condom, too shaken to tear the damn thing open, let alone risk getting my hands near his penis. Practised, he swiftly sheathed himself in synthetic and then began to sheath himself in female flesh. 

Moist and relaxed as I was, I still felt the pressure of his entry and cried out. Hank began to pull out the few inches he had already inserted.

"Don't you dare! Just, go slow until you're fully in." I panted. 

A soldier trained in obedience, he complied and gradually worked his way deeper, until I grew impatient for his length. I brought my legs behind his butt using my heels to urge him all the way. Once he had gentled his way fully in to my core he pulled away from my chest to look in my eyes and grinned. 

"It's like fucking a mouses ear sweetheart!" At that he pulled right back and slammed into me causing me to roar in pleasure and pain.

In case of any misinterpretation, as soon as I stopped roaring I told him to 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' keeping tempo with his thrusts. My back was scraping up the boulder, and something was digging on my shoulder, I knew I will be covered in grazes and bruises tomorrow and I couldn't give a monkeys. 

Somehow though, Hank realised I may be uncomfortable, because he rolled, pulling me up with him until we were sitting facing each other legs wrapped around each other's backs. He was deep inside me now, and rotating his hips. 

Fuck! It felt good. His thumb slid across to my clit, and over-sensitised as it was I was about to pull him away, but fucked if he wasn't bringing me to another orgasm! I was pounding, shouting, grinding until I flew over the edge, I clenched him inside almost in spasm and he rolled me back over this time somehow holding me into his body to protect my back as he pounded into me like a pile driver.

I couldn't believe I was crying out again as finally he slowed and thrusted forcefully as he throbbed and pulsed inside me causing me to twitch and spasm and clench around his dick like I wanted to tear it off and keep it. (Come to think of it...) 

We collapsed, sweating, sticky, panting for breath and suddenly I started laughing. Hank lifted and looked at me and begins to shake before letting loose his own laugh. We subsided into the occasional giggle which did things to my stomach and made me twitch. Hank was still inside me and I felt a steady increase in pressure. 

He lifted his head, looked at me, looked down at where we were joined, looked back at my face in wonder.

"Fuck me Aspen, that's never happened so quickly before! Is this some of your wood magic?" 

"Darlin', I think it's just your magic wood!" I began massaging him with my inner muscles feeling him continue to swell and fill me. Gently he began to stroke in and out and we started round two.

We fucked three times that day, in between swims and rubbing sun lotion on each other. We weren't disturbed, other that Dukes occasional wet cold nose (which once almost cause Hank to ejaculate when it was shoved up his arse inquisitively mid fuck). I did eventually give him my name, after several more pleasurable days spent on our boulder.

On one of the last warm sunny days before Fall began to chill in ernest, Hank brought me a present. It seemed it wasn't only his nose that Duke shoved where it wasn't wanted, and I found myself with a squirming salivating piddling mini Duke of my own. I called him Boulder.



Wood Nymphs



Picture this: He stumbled upon a beautiful, naked woman, sleeping, lying next to the lake catching some afternoon rays. He had decided to go down for a dip, what with the weather being so dreadfully hot lately. He wore only his birthday suit, as he was sure there would be no one around for miles. This site is known to very few people, since he had kept it a closely guarded secret for the several years he had known of its existence. To find such a beauty laid out before his eyes was unexpected, to say the least. He halted in his tracks for a few moments and feasted his eyes. He observed the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing, indicating that indeed, she was in a deep, restful sleep. There was also evidence of perhaps an erotic dream occurring, as witnessed by her nipple erection. Very fine nipples at that, he observed; very taut, somewhat large, sitting right atop her nicely rounded, full breasts. Her blonde streaked hair, however, did not match her "carpet," but that didn't detract from her loveliness. She had a narrow, curved waist that flared out with full, luscious hips, and legs that wouldn't stop. He noticed her face…her smile to be specific.

He wondered what she could be dreaming of. Her hand moved over to her mound and her body shifted slightly. She moaned slightly. His very healthy member started to react to the vision in front of him. He stroked his cock a few times just to reassure himself...yes, he was not seeing things...this beauty really was here and his overworked imagination was not playing games on himself. 

He walked a few steps closer wanting to get a better look, but still loathe to disrupt the ptranquility of the moment. He inadvertently stepped on a twig and it snapped. He froze in his tracks. Beauty slept on, oblivious to her audience, her hand creeping deeper into the crevasse between her legs. He saw one finger slip between her cunt lips, revealing pouty lips and an almost erect clitoris. His member started having ideas of its own. By now, his semi-erection had turned into a raging hardon. His breathing started to quicken, almost in time with hers, as her finger probed deeper and sought more gratification. He stood there watching her, lost in the moment, stroking his cock. He could feel the intensity building behind his balls. He closed his eyes to savor the moment. When he opened them again and looked at Beauty, he was making eye contact!

She was awake and watching him...watching her, both of them playing with and pleasuring themselves. She neither startled nor screamed, and neither did she attempt to cover her nudity. She continued stroking her clit, staring intently into his eyes. He could not have stopped looking...or stroking, if he had been ordered by God Almighty himself! In just a few moments, both of them burst into mutual orgasmic delight, with deep moans and sighs, grunts, and then a ferocious bellow by him, followed closely by a loud rumble from Beauty's throat as she concluded her own passionate climax. 

His intended cooling dip forgotten for the moment, he stood there frozen, not knowing what to do or say. He finally did the gentlemanly thing and turned and walked into the water and dove under, allowing her the privacy and time to "tidy" herself, should she feel the need. When he re-emerged several moments later, he was alone. Had she really been there? Did he imagine Beauty? He didn't think so....the grass in the spot where she had lain was matted, indicating someone had been there....

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He looked around the clearing by the lake, knowing she couldn't have gone far, especially as she wasn't dressed. He realized he probably had an advantage over her also, knowing the terrain better than most anyone around. He followed his instincts that told him she took the softest, quietest way out…over the grassy knoll. She also was not wearing shoes, so the route through the wooded forest would have been painful on bare soles. 

Fortunately for him, the grassy knoll took you right back up to his cabin. It was a bit off the beaten path, but that's how he preferred it. Neighbors and traffic he could live without. He took his time walking back to the cabin. If his mysterious wood nymph wanted to be shy, he would give her the opportunity to find something to cover herself with, before confronting her; but confront her he would. 

He was a patient man, but a passionate one also, and anyone evoking that kind of response so instantaneously and overwhelmingly powerful in him, he wasn't about to let slip through his fingers. He wanted to know her, in the most basic, carnal, and biblical way. If things developed beyond that, all the better. 

It had been a long time since he had been with a woman. It wasn't for lack of offers though, but rather lack of that certain spark that set that one woman apart from the rest. Just as he rounded the last bend in the path, he saw his cabin up ahead, and a nicely tanned ass disappearing through his front door. Living up in the woods as such, his doors were never locked. There wasn't much of value (at least to anyone else) to take, so he didn't worry about theft. Also, he had the world's best alarm system around: two rambunctious dogs who acted better and faster than any high-end electronic surveillance system could ever hope to. Funny, how they hadn't sounded the alarm with the arrival of this new stranger...

He walked up the steps to the front door and paused there to greet his beloved boys. They wagged their butts up to him, their tongues lolling out the sides of their mouths. "Ya, a lot of good you guys are..." he chided them. They merely smiled back. Hmmm, the wisdom of the animal kingdom maybe? 

Upon entering the dim coolness of his cabin, he could sense her presence, almost a palpable presence, not fear, but something equally as evocative. He could almost smell her essence. Suddenly he caught a movement in the corner of his eye. She had, indeed, found a throw blanket from the couch, and had wrapped it around herself. She decided it was futile to try and make an "escape," and just stood there and squared her shoulders. 

"There you are," he said mildly and smiled. She stood there mute. 

"You know, you shouldn't go wandering around the wilderness like that. You never know who or what you'll come across. Lucky I found you first." Still she didn't respond. 

"Are you lost?" he asked. No answer. 

"Are you hurt? Do you need some help?" Nothing. 

Now he was getting a bit concerned, thinking perhaps she was in a catatonic state, injured, abused, something that would have put her in a state of shock. He took a step back and really looked at her. She looked to be in her late 20s or early 30s, solidly built, not those skinny Minnie type models you see plastered all over the billboards. She had long, well-muscled legs and shapely arms. Her eyes were bright green with flecks of gold. Her lips were rosy pink and pursed in an "O" shape. 

After bringing his eyes back up to meet hers, he noted a slow grin appear on her face. At length she spoke. "Like what you see?" she asked simply. 

"Most definitely," he replied, grinning. Already he was feeling her effect on him again. Man was it ever getting warm in this room. 

"In answer to your questions, yes, no, and definitely yes."

He was at a loss as to what he had asked her. His confusion must have shown all over his face. 

"Yes, I'm lost. No, I'm not hurt. And yes, I could definitely use some help." She paused. 

"I've been studying the natural flora and fauna over the northern California forests, and a day ago, I actually was with a group of other researchers. We were striking camp yesterday afternoon, when I decided to go for one last refreshing dip before taking off. 

"Evidently my group must have thought I went off to scout something interesting and packed up the remaining camp equipment, including all my clothes and stuff, and headed on down the mountain. Unfortunately, even though they left my Jeep behind, they had inadvertently taken all my clothes AND my keys. I tried hiking part way down the mountain, but the road was way too rough on my feet. I spent the night in a cave I discovered about 6 miles from here, foraged around for berries and edible plants for food. 

"Then today, after having covered myself in dirt for insulation last night, I decided a dip in that water hole would feel really good. I cleaned myself off and decided to lie down in the sun for a while and dry off. I must have been more tired than I realized, because I fell asleep, obviously for a few hours, and that's when you stumbled upon me..." Her voice trailed off. 

He was at a loss as to what to day. He blushed.

"When I awoke and saw you standing over me in all your glorious nakedness, stroking your cock, I realized how aroused I was myself. I think I'd been dreaming of something sexy, because when I reached between my legs, oh boy was I wet," she chuckled.

"I have to admit, ahhhh, when I saw you lying there, naked and beautiful as the day you were born, I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you." He blushed again. 

"Oh God, where are my manners?" he stammered. "My name is Mark. And you are?"

"Gina," she answered simply. 

He reached over to take her offered hand in his. It was the first time he had actually touched her. Her skin felt warm and soft...velvety almost. He didn't let go of her hand. They stood there looking at each other. 

"And I'm not," she said. 

"Not?" he asked, confused again.

"Embarrassed. I'm not embarrassed." With this, she let the throw blanket fall to the floor. "I guess it's only fair that we both be naked, instead of just one of us," she said. 

Mark stood there; unable to speak even if had he wanted to. He was afraid of breaking the spell they were under. Their feet seemed to have a mind of their own and gravitated toward each other. They were standing close enough to feel the other's breath on their skin, eyes locked, still holding hands. Marked released her hand, only to put his hand behind her head as he brought his own lips down to hers. Their eyes closed and the earth stood still. Their lips barely touched at first. His tongue snaked its way out, tentatively probing at her lips, until she opened them for him. Upon his first taste of her sweet breath, a fire ignited beneath his skin and his passion seized control. His kiss deepened, probing, demanding response from hers. Her mouth caressed his tongue, answering its demands with enthusiasm. 

He could feel her nipples stiff and hard against his hairy chest. Mark wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her ass and lifting her off the floor easily. Gina did a tiny hop and wrapped her legs around his middle. He easily carried her across the room and into the master bedroom. This was the one area in which he splurged and pampered himself a bit. He had it decorated with a huge king sized bed, covered in fine Egyptian cotton sheets and blankets. The weave was so tight they felt like silk to the touch. 


Mark turned and fell back on the bed, with Gina riding on top. His very erect manhood had no trouble finding her very hot, wet love hole. She allowed him to penetrate her with only the head of his cock, preferring to tease and torture him. Oh God, how he loved that. She sat up on her knees, just his cock head in her pussy, and then leaned over, offering him her breasts. Mark greedily sucked first her right nipple, then her left. He felt her shudder, and relax a bit, as another inch penetrated her juicy pussy. She stopped the momentum there, preferring instead to squeeze her pelvic muscles around his cock. Mark moaned loudly. 

"Oh yessss, Gina, yesss that feels so damn good, don't stop," he cried out. 

She laughed a bit. "You like that do you?" she teased. 

"Oh yeah...What's not to like?" he replied. 

With that, she sat back upright and allowed herself to slide all the way down to his pelvic bone. She didn't allow him to pump just yet though, even though she knew he wanted to fuck her sideways until Sunday. She wanted to savor the moment....

Suddenly, Gina sat up again and withdrew herself from his cock. He started to protest, but she spun herself around and impaled herself on his cock again, this time with her back to his face. He was able to sit up now and reach around to grasp her tits, and play with her nipples. 

"Ohhhhh yes, baby, pinch my nipples...mmmmm that feels so good," she moaned. 

Marked proceed to pinch and pull her nipples, one in each hand. He thought, "My, what a wild little nymph I've found... a bit kinky even. I like that." 

Almost as suddenly as she had before, Gina pulled herself free of Mark's massive hardon again. She rolled over to the top of the bed and crawled to the center. There she got on all fours, and offered her ass end to Mark. He wasn't sure what the invitation was for, but decided to go for broke and see if she declined. She didn't. Mark probed just inside her pussy lips, coating the end of his cock with her juices, and teased her pert little ass hole. Since she moaned and squealed in pleasure, he figured she was okay with that idea also. A little more lubricant from her very wet pussy, and her anus was ready for him. 

He slowly entered the head of his cock, giving her time to adjust to it. She gasped at the first intrusion of his cock, but soon began rocking back a little, encouraging him to proceed further. Slowly, inch by inch, he inserted his penis until he was fully inside her ass. He grabbed her by the hips and began slowly rocking back and forth. Soon she was bucking back to greet him and encourage him on. The pace increased as did their passion. Mark reached around to tweak her nipples some more, then drew back and grabbed her hips for some serious grinding. 

Mark could feel the tension rising quickly behind his balls, but not wanting their fun to end; he slowed and finally withdrew from her ass. As she fell down to the bed, Mark took the opportunity to run to the bathroom and grab a washcloth. He quickly cleaned his cock a bit and returned to his beauty. Gina lay there on the bed, eyes closed, her hand between her legs rubbing her pussy again. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned. She continued her fingering of her clit. Mark could hardly believe his eyes. Such an erotic sight...his own personal wood nymph giving him the show of his life! He quietly tiptoed out to the living room and grabbed his digital camera. Sneaking back into the room, Gina was enjoying herself immensely, and was still unaware of her audience. Mark, as quietly as possible, snapped a few pictures of the highly intoxicating scene before him. 

Gina must have sensed something was going on, because she opened her eyes suddenly and tensed. She looked over across the room at Mark, then between her legs at her still active fingers. "Ooooooooooo" was all she could say. Right at that moment, Gina erupted in the biggest climax she could ever remember, riding on the waves that washed over her body, over and over again, until she lay there spent and sweating. 

Mark walked back over to where Gina lain and stood there looking at her, looking for some clue if she was mad or not. Gina thought for a moment, and then a wicked grin grew across her face. 

"Come here you stud...you have some cleaning up to do," she ordered.

Mark wasted no time in diving between her legs with much enthusiasm. Oh, how delicious she tasted. He licked, sucked, and licked some more, ignoring Gina's pleas for cessation. They lost count of how many times she came, and yet he still urged her on to greater and greater heights of ecstasy. At last, when Mark could hold out no longer, he shifted his body up and entered her swiftly in one hard stroke. God she felt so tight, so good, and so right. In and out he stroked, savoring each and every one, looking deep into her eyes straight, to her soul, knowing it was so right. 

At last Mark felt the familiar tightening of his balls, and evidently so could Gina. She sensed he was close to cumming, and wrapped her long legs around his waist, opening herself up to him more, and drawing him deeper inside her womb. She squeezed her pelvic muscles with all her might, urging him to cum, to fill her up. 

"Yes, Mark, give it to me. Give it to me NOW. Fuck me Mark. Yessss, fill me up with your hot, sticky cum. Mmmmmmm...."

How could a gentleman say no to that? Mark exploded with a ferocity he had never before experienced. It seemed to last for hours, and when he was finally spent, he collapsed on top of Gina. She held him tight, until their breathing returned to normal. It was in that position they both drifted off to sleep. 



Wood Nymph's Revenge



The "Wood Nymph's Revenge" is a sequel to a story that never existed as a complete document. The original story introducing the characters of the Wood Nymph and the Human was never written down, and therefore "lost" and never recreated. The idea of erotic spankings using those characters - in this setting - strikes me as quite "magical". Simply put, a Human and Wood Nymph meet in a wood and become lovers. A magical love scene follows where the beautiful and magical Wood Nymph is charmed and seduced by a Human. She surrenders to him and is "impaled" by his "love weapon". (Need I say more?) Being the mischievous type, the Human sees the need for discipline in the Wood Nymph's future. He asks if she will accept his discipline, and she is spanked over his knee while he is seated on a tree stump. The story that you see here follows that scene, and is the "Wood Nymph's Revenge". 

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The weary human slumbered noisily as the wood nymph gazed lovingly at him. Her delicate hand stroked his hair and neck as she remembered seeing him move clumsily through the wood. As her fingers trailed down his chest and stomach, she thought of the words of peace, love, and undying commitment they had exchanged earlier. Her fingers ran through the dark nest of his curled hairs, finding the soft shaft of his manhood. She grinned as she fondled it softly, remembering the intense hot, full feeling it had provided her with earlier. She positively shuddered as she revisited the many orgasms he had brought her to, how he smiled and laughed when she came again and again. She held his shaft and she felt it thicken and lengthen, hardening in her grasp. 

She marveled at the power her magical charms had over the human. Her hand glided over his hip to his smooth pale bottom. As she shifted, her own smooth, but reddened bottom rubbed against the pine boughs the used for their love-bed. She winced as the gentle twinge reminded her of the human's "discipline" he had applied to her bottom as a demonstration. A bit of a wicked smile crossed the nymph's lips as she thought how amusing it would be to give the human a bit of his own discipline. His deep sleep was a result of their hours of blissful lovemaking - and the honeywine she had fed to him as their lovemaking progressed. It would be easy for her to cast a spell on the human now.

The human stirred, moaning as dreams of his nymph lingered in his brain. The fog of the honeywine began to clear and his brain returned to clarity. He seemed to have problems with his limbs though - perhaps the workout the nymph had given him left him stiffer than he imagined. He tried to roll over and found he could not. Likewise his arms seemed to be secured far out to his sides. He glanced at his wrists and saw a weblike material holding them to fallen logs in the forest. Looking behind him, he felt his ankles bound in a similar fashion. He couldn't see his ankles though, it seemed a large log was supporting his hips almost a foot higher than his head and feet. Fern fronds padded his awkward, but not uncomfortable bondage.

He cried out in surprise to his wood nymph. She answered him lovingly. "My human, you are under my control now. The forest spiders have spun their webs to hold you as I use more of my magic on you." 

Shocked, he replied: "My loving nymph, have you bewitched me only to bind me and leave me for the woodland beasts to devour?" 

"Nay my love, you art my lover and I will never give you up, nor would I allow harm to come to you. I needed to have you in my power, to make you fully mine human. Will you submit to my control human? Say now! I will release you if you desire, but know this lover: to be fully mine, you must submit to my discipline as well. Do you submit lover?" 

The human looked lovingly at his nymph-lover, trust was in his eyes, and lust filled hers. "I submit lover, make me yours, I accept your discipline."

She moved away from him for a minute or two, she seemed to be searching the wood for something. He heard branches rustle behind him and then a snap of a branch parting from a tree. "Thank you Mr. Willow!" she said to the tree. 

"My lover" she said to him returning, "the wise owl told me that Mr. Willow's branches are best applied to human males to bind them fully to their nymph lovers. The magical willow switch I have gathered will make my lover mine. It will first warm, then arouse, then sting my lover. I will make you mine now lover-man." 

As she stood in front of him, his eyes traveled up her sleek legs, across her inviting hips and nymph breasts. He saw the lust-love in her eyes as she prepared the willow switch to apply to his raised and vulnerable bottom. 

She bent near him and whispered in his ear: "Is my lover ready to be made fully mine?" 

He looked deep into her warm brown eyes, such love he saw there, and love filled his. "I am lover, I'm ready to be made yours. Make me fully yours lover." 

She kissed his cheek: "Such a brave lover! Your wishes will be fully realized now - I will make you fully mine. Fear not! I will erase all memories of the sting once I have made you mine!" He saw her pass from his view, her slightly red bottom passing from his sight last. 

The willow branches softly caressed his raised bottom as she dragged it gently over his bottom and thighs. She raised it slightly and stroked it against him. He giggled slightly, bringing a smile to her lips - and determination to her will. 

She raised the switch higher and brought it down harder on his bottom. He flinched as it struck him. She raised the willow twig further, and swished it down hard against his bottom. He bucked and yelped as she did this several times over. He felt the heat rising in his bottom. The wood nymph was indeed warming him. She stroked the willow harder and faster against him. He jumped as the heat increased, flowing through his hips and loins. She continued, warming his body through and through by stroking Mr. Willow's branch against his bottom. He moaned as the heat filled him. 

She increased the strength of her strokes, to bring her human past heat to arousal. He bucked and swayed as much as he could. The heat was turning to a tingle - a tingle that began that the junction of his thighs and spread in all directions. The wood nymph smiled and sweated as she applied the willow harder now, she knew the human was becoming hers. She applied it all over his now pink bottom, and slightly down his thighs. She smiled even more broadly as her strokes found his most sensitive areas, and she visited these areas often. From her vantage point, she saw his man-shaft grow again to full length and girth as she licked her lips hungrily. She would enjoy it soon enough, she assured herself, she still needed to complete her lover's discipline.

With a magical thought, she willed the willow switch to assume a harsher role now - to sting her lover's bottom fiercely! The willow switch seemed to take on a life of it's own in her hand. It raised fully and swished quickly down to the human's red bottom. SWISH! It struck him and drew a howl from him as it's twigs stung his bottom. Again, it raised and swished, more red streaks painted her lover's bottom as he yelped out again. She directed it to his thighs and it continued to move in her hand. SWISH! Blazing across the human's thighs and he let out a muffled grunt. She directed a few more strokes to his thighs, them moved back to the full of his round bottom, painting it crimson red with her willow brush. The human was panting now, jerking with each stroke of the willow switch. She vowed not to stop before the human was fully hers, and steeled herself to her task. 

She directed the willow still more firmly and rapidly against her lover's bottom. He jerked, bucked, bounced and yelped with each swat. She saw his hands clutching at the bindings - her lover was being brave, but she was almost done. His bottom was fully crimson now; she only needed to leave her mark on him to make him her possession. She added a few more strokes to his raging bottom, his muscles straining against his bindings and his head thrown back. She heard a soft whimpering coming from her lover as she cast the willow switch aside. It flew magically back to the willow tree and reattached itself. With a wave, she dissolved her lover's bindings and freed him. He lay shaking across the log. 

She lay down with him and soothed his blazing bottom with kisses and nymph tears. He rolled off the log she had bound him across and lay resting on their love bed. She curled into his arms and he engulfed her in his embrace. 

"Am I fully yours now my nymph-lover?" he asked, a faint smile on his lips. 

She answered him, panting in time with him: "You are, my lover, mine forever now, and I am yours forever as well. We may need to repeat these rituals often though my lover." 

"I know my wood nymph, just as the human must give his lover spankings to remind her that she is mine as well." She grinned, "Just as I would ask my lover!"



Wood Spirit



September 14, 1754

It has been a week since Father had left the house to check his trapping lines. I am anxious for his return because I do not know how I will survive in this wilderness without his assistance. Never has he been gone this long and I fear for his safety though Oconowoc tells me that I should not feel fear. At least, I hope that is what he is telling me in broken French which he learned from the few missionaries which have managed to come this far into the wilderness. Myself, I have never seen another white face in the five summers Father and I have lived here - if I should, I would gladly take the veil to be led back to New Orleans.

When we first arrived in this portion of New France, I had been awed by the beauty of the trees that surround our home, but now it feels a dark and foreboding place in spite of Oconowoc and Kaukesha's daily visits. I feel as if I am being watched every second of every day, and it is only when Oconowoc and Kaukesha are present that I am allowed to forget the unseen eyes that watch me from the towering tree trunks which surround the cabin.

They are good friends to me, but I fear that if I become too reliant on them and their goodwill, I will wear out the grudging welcome their tribe had given Father and I upon our arrival, I fear that they will soon grow tired of my neediness in spite of their fascination with my hair.

Even now as I write this, Kaukesha is combing my hair, humming to herself under her breath as we sit beneath the eaves of the cabin, the scent of the pine harvested to build our home sharp in my nostrils. She comments to Oconowoc now and then in their sing song language as she lets the auburn locks slip through her fingers like water, giggling at the way the sun catches and lights fire in it.

I have never been fond of my hair color. Indeed, it has caused me great consternation. It is because of the color that I am cautious of the sunlight, due to Mother's insistence that being out of doors without coverings will cause my skin to spot, and even though Mother is long gone from me these many years, I still take care to cover my skin when I am out of doors - except when Kaukesha is here. It gives her joy to play with the thickness and twist it round her fingers. It is the least I am able to do since her brother Oconowoc has provided me with meat for my stew pot these past few days.

It seems only a short while ago that Father and I first arrived in this pristine forest to find our way in a world that seemed to become darker and less happy once Mother died of fever in Louisiana. Although I was frightened by Father's seeming madness when he had sold our home in that beautiful city for a boat to leave my beloved city behind, I had faith in him - and still do despite his absence. 

The boat he had purchased was old and the wood was split in places along the sides, but we managed to make it all the way north to where Father had heard there would be animals which could be caught, their furs sold to the forts or traded for goods.

It was a sorry existence in comparison to the one we had lived in New Orleans, but I am a dutiful daughter, and being but thirteen seasons at the time - I had no choice but to follow Father or to marry.

I followed Father.

Now, I question the soundness of my judgment and wonder if I should not have stayed in New Orleans and married one of the well to do men which admired me in Father's shoe shop so long ago. It could have been no worse then the pleasure I found when Nawkaw, Oconowoc and Kaukesha's father found me gathering berries in the forest in late July, and I would have had the sanctity of marriage in which to enjoy my abandon.

Even now, remembering how I had eagerly spread my legs for his thick shaft after he had first raped me makes my face heat in a blush, but my body responds to the memory, it liked what he had done, what he had made me feel.

My thoughts today are strange, disjointed and chaotic, but Kaukesha's humming soothes me, the feel of her fingers deftly braiding and combing my hair free of the brambles which had tangled it as I chased the nanny goat through the forest that morning is welcome. 

I had lost my old bonnet during my chase of the goat, and though I was afraid of being spotted from the sun that filtered through the towering branches of the trees, I was even more fearful of losing the goat to a creature in the forest.

When I had caught the goat, I retraced my steps, but could not find my bonnet.

I had arrived back to the meager patch of land Father carved out of the wilderness to Kaukesha's laughter at the state of my hair, and Oconowoc's open mouthed surprise. I think he never really noticed what color my hair was because it had been hidden beneath my bonnet - as it should be - on each of his visits. Now, he divided his attention between cleaning the rabbit he brought me at Kaukesha's insistence, and casting furtive glances at my head.

The sun has begun to dip lower behind the trees, the trunks of the pines looking like tall, thin soldiers as the breeze begins to cool with the oncoming night.

Oconowoc lifts his head, the side of it which is plucked free of hair catches the last rays of the setting sun as he speaks to his sister.

Kaukesha gives a sigh, releasing my hair as her brother finishes skinning the rabbit he had brought me. With a nod, he lifts the bloody fur from the ground where he originally discarded it, and motions to Kaukesha.

Without a word, they walk into the towering pine trees, no sound from the soft leather on their feet. I watch them until they disappear in to the growing gloom, wishing they could stay with me until Father returns and hoping their father will visit me to repeat my education in the art of lust.