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The Woodie

By: cambam



May 2008.

Beulah United Methodist Church. Bowling Green, Ohio.

The old Dairy Queen was located half a mile from downtown Bowling Green on Wooster St., next to the old railroad track. Most people in the area lived out on farms, earning a living from modest harvests, or unemployment benefits, though some owned shops downtown, and some manned those storefronts, usually for minimum wage, which was around a buck fifty an hour back then. Others were students at the university or worked there, the former group providing a consistent source of ruckus as well as patronage for the local food and booze establishments. I worked the fryers and the grill at the Dairy Queen, a popular hang-out for overweight local families and zit-faced college kids. I used to go to the university, but I dropped out to work the fast food industry, not sure why. I probably decided my money'd be of better use for beer than books. 

The lady whose shift succeeded my own was late on this one Saturday night, back in 1971, so I had to cover her shift, even though I'd sorta made plans to see a movie with a girl friend of mine. But, whatever, I figured if I gave this lady a favor, she'd owe me one in the future too, so to hell with it, I told myself, I'll work late tonight. This Dairy Queen franchise was locally owned by a decently well-off family, the Paulsons, the misses of the family owning a bead store on Main St. as well, right next to Grounds for Thought, the local coffee joint, which also featured a used bookstore, which itself sported a disproportionally large amount of erotic fiction intended for post-menopausal women. I think the restaurant changed hands a few years back, though I can't be too sure, since I haven't worked there in a long while. 

So the story this lady — the one whose shift I covered, without any incentive at the time, or word from her about her tardiness — told me was enough to make staying at the ol' Dairy Queen until 1120 PM, past closing time to clean up, being the responsible worker I am, worth it. This lady, her name is Bertha, if I remember correctly, Bertha got to the Dairy Queen at 1120, right as I was about to lock up, and helped me clean and lock up, the guy who handled the ice cream being a bit too stoned to be of use, or at least I think he was too damn stoned, the man knew how to combine ice cream flavors though, I'll tell you that much. Bertha told me the story that justified her lateness, and I tell you what, this woman was uninhibited when it came to telling stories, I dunno if just to me, or everyone, or what the hell her deal was, but I just about popped a boner when she told me this tale.

Bertha drove an old Ford Country Squire station-wagon, the one with the fake wood trim from the late '50s or early '60s. She referred to her car with mock-affection as the "Woodie," since that's what the real wood cars used to be called, "Woodies." (I know what you're thinking -- get your mind outta the gutter!) This particular day Bertha was rolling down state highway 25 at quite a leisurely pace — which, mind you, on this stretch of road people usually can't drive all too fast on, since the highway patrol is located right near — when her engine started sputtering and hissing more than usual, and just about quit on her. She pulled frantically to the side of the road, she says to me, enveloped by plumes of smoke wafting out of her engine, smelling like possum shit on a bonfire. After ten minutes of arm-fanning and swearing and general discontent, a local in a green pick-up notices her plight as he himself rockets down the highway, and stops to lend a neighborly hand. Back in those days, people weren't afraid to help out people they didn't know. 

The kind sir who lent his aid to Bertha I do not know the identity of; I assume he was a farmer going into town for supplies, or maybe he was just a passing traveler, but usually I'd imagine people taking a thru-route on the interstate, not highway 25. I digress, resourceful handyman that this guy was, he was able to get Bertha's Woodie running for at least the time being. Let me pause here to relay some details about Bertha. She was a comely girl, and, I ain't gonna lie, it's not like I've never had a sexual thought about her, but I can't say I was ever inspired to take action in a proactive sexual manner. Bertha had long, wavy lustrous black hair; it glowed under the florescent lights of the Dairy Queen storefront, though she didn't seem all too grimy either. So at this point in the story, where Bertha was saved by this anonymous altruistic do-gooder, Bertha said to me, with a scarlet blush painted across her face, she couldn't hold back from an expression of her thankfulness for this man. She said she couldn't abide by mere playfulness; she could settle for restraint, mere sexual tension — she was a woman of expression. So she took it to the next level. 

Faster than the good Samaritan could say "I'm married" Bertha had him wallowing in the sweat of passionate lovemaking. Leading the man to the back of her car, she stripped off his khaki work pants in a hurry, and along with them his underwear, and began kissing the base of his cock before nibbling on his abdomen, leaving behind a trail of sticky saliva wherever her mouth roamed. He had no chance to refuse — she was young, as beautiful as girls in this town get, and oh so supple, especially in the eyes of an older man who probably hadn't had too many chances to copulate with younger ladies since his youthful days left him. Bertha demanded this transaction occur, she insisted to me, the man, the good gentleman, deserved more than a "Thank you" or a good cock-tease. This was the real deal, the transfer of sex for good karma she'd been pining for in her past few weeks of celibacy. She howled and moaned at the pace of his animalistic grunts as the old station-wagon gyrated to and fro from the heaves of their lovemaking. The windows were plastered in the humidity of intensely sensuous fucking within minutes; from an outsider's view it sounded as if a coyote were trying to mate with a tiger. The two momentary lovers rolled around in their pool of sweat and semen, unable to pause their humping, just continuing onto the next journey of carnal expression each time the man came. He groaned that he hadn't had sex in years. Bertha placed a finger upon his lip and upon performing her next move, he bit it both playfully and firmly. They were intertwined like two serpents appreciating each other's contours. Soon, however, there was an interruption in the lusty tidings. 

Blue and red lights faded into the spectrum of light in the back of Bertha's steamy car. The lovers heard a car engine turn off and a door open and close, then the sound of footsteps. They were sweaty enough each glistened under the shine of the cop's flashlight as he inspected the scene of the two illegally parked cars on the side of the road. A routine duty of a highway patrolman, although this time, with benefits. He had seen people making love in cars before, he later told Bertha, but he'd never seen two people so eager to fuck like bunnies in heat. He tapped on the side window with his flashlight, and Bertha swung her body around, opening the latch of the hatchback and peering up at the enforcer of mortal law. "Hello, officer... would you mind if I handled your gun?" Bertha panted, her sweaty breasts glistening with the aqueous beads of a thousand lascivious heaves, as she tried to catch her breath.

"What's going on here?" the police officer asked rhetorically. Bertha's lay was hurriedly putting on his clothing, attempting to conceal the recent acts of lust, and making a mess in doing so. Bertha told him to lay back down and relax; she'd sort all this out. She took his button-up shirt and wrapped it around the front side of her body, opened the trunk, and stepped out to facilitate interrogation from the officer. A few minutes later, though, the cop slammed her against the back of the car, jolting it forward, and they embraced with the intensity of two lovers who were parted for years but finally reunited. The cop lifted her up the back bumper of the car and penetrated her, moving his body up and down quickly, as if they had only seconds to live; he squeezed her sides with the force of a mechanical claw. The cop was more sloppily salacious than the farmer, and much more violent, but he didn't hurt her — he just made her scream with passion and screech loud enough that the farmer thought her eyes were being torn out by some sort of feral bird. 

The cop came quickly, soon after Bertha, and she considered the experience a record low time for her coming. They both slumped against the back of the car, and the irate farmer opened the door and demanded they both get inside. "Might be a bit crowded," the cop said. Bertha could smell alcohol on his breath. Bertha opened up the back and she and the cop entered. First the farmer took Bertha for a ride, entering from behind, probing her taint, then the cop took turns intermittently, then something strange happened: the cop and the farmer began kissing, astounding Bertha, but also delighting her, free spirit that she was. They all took turns playing with each other until another cop call showed up, wondering why three cars were on the side of the road, one of them an unresponsive cop. From there the story became less exciting, as Bertha ran out of steam as a raconteur and I expressed my intentions to leave the Dairy Queen and return home. I recall her mentioning the other cop was sorta offended by the scene, and left abruptly, but she imagined the lusty cop probably would be reprimanded. Ultimately, it sounded as if this was an empowering experience for Bertha, and as she told me the tale I observed a glow in her eye brighter than I would ever see in our future time together. She quit Dairy Queen a couple years later, and I imagined she left town, but, as I only recently found out she stayed here, as did I, regardless of our dreams of breaking free and finding a new lot in life, outside of B.G.

So, on this day, as we lay Bertha LeMott to rest, let us remember her sexual virility, and the energy with which she embraced her fellow participants in this the wondrous journey of life.

The Woodlander



"Come back here you!"

The shouts were getting louder.

Tom Carpenter ran for his life through the trees of the vast Higglesworth estate, cursing his ill luck. But the law of averages said he would get caught poaching one day, after all the many days of free meat. His father never asked where it came from, though he knew, for they were a desperately poor family.

Not far to the wall surrounding the estate; he could just make out the straight line running through the trees in the fading light. Once over it he stood a much better chance. The gamekeeper must have thought the same for the ferocious barking of the dogs suddenly became a racket; they had been let loose. Tom could hear the savage pack almost upon him, so he jumped up to grab a tree branch and climbed as fast as he could, kicking away the savage teeth snapping at his ankles.

The old gamekeeper, Henshaw, stopped beneath, puffing.

"Got ya', y'little devil!" Henshaw gave a toothless grin of satisfaction, lowered his rifle as he gazed up at Tom. "They'll deport y' for this, like as not, an' good riddance too."

With Henshaw at his back, Tom was marched to the imposing manor house, which he had only glimpsed through the trees before.

A burly, smartly-dressed man strode up to them rubbing his hands together. "I say, excellent work, Henshaw. One of the peasants who's been stealing my game, no doubt."

"That he be, sir. Caught 'im red handed, I did."

"Jolly good. Lock him in the stables for the night and take him into town on the morrow. Will they hang him, do you think?"

"Don't rightly know, sir. Reckon deportation's prob'ly more likely these days."

As he was taken through to the stable courtyard to one side of the grand house, Tom chanced to glance up and notice he was being looked down upon from a balcony by a younger fancily-dressed gentleman. Pompous nosy bugger, thought Tom, glaring back.

He was shoved into an empty stable, the heavy door slammed and bolted behind, sealing him in darkness.

His first thoughts were of escape and he spent some time going over his confinement, but solid stone walls sealed him in, the door solid and secure. Finally he gave up and sank in a corner.

He didn't fancy his chances at any trial. The black thought of deportation, which had always been at the back of his mind when poaching, now loomed closer, suddenly a very real and immanent threat. Who would now look after his young siblings, keep the peace with their drunkard father? Their mother had passed away some years ago in childbirth at which their father, a farm-labourer, had turned to the bottle. Tom, though young, had been forced to start work, though he enjoyed his woodland work. Among other skills, such as coppicing and hurdle-making, it had been the woodlanders who had taught him to make a bow and arrow. When starvation struck in winter, he had been forced through desperation to take up poaching. Without his poaching they would have starved by now.

Tom pricked up his ears at the sound of the bolt being drawn slowly back. He got to his feet hoping it wasn't Henshaw come to rough him up. The door creaked open and a tall dark figure slipped inside, quietly closing it again.

"Pssst!" a young man's voice hissed. "I just wanted a word. Don't attack me, okay?"

A match was struck and put to a candle-wick. In the flickering glow Tom recognised the face he had seen watching from the balcony, and felt immediate resentment.

"I don't mean you any harm," the young gentleman continued in such an upper-classed tone that it sounded comical to Tom's ears. "I was merely concerned to see that you are alright."

Tom's mind was racing, half minded to barge past and make a run for it, but equally curious to know what the toff had to say. "Why should you care?"

"Dash it all, promise not a word to anyone! Because I liked the look of you, okay. After watching your distress from my bedroom balcony, I couldn't abide the thought that you might hang for stealing my father's game when I found out what had happened. Plus, I cannot stand our ghastly gamekeeper, Henshaw. Dreadful fellow."

"So you came here to say you're sorry about it?" Tom hissed angrily. "I don't want your pity, rich boy."

"Actually, I had it in mind to set you free, but perhaps you don't warrant my assistance."

"I could make a run for it now, without your assistance."

"That would not be wise for I should call out. Henshaw would set the dogs on you."

Tom considered this. "Okay, then. I accept your offer of help. Now set me free."

"And what may I ask is your name, that I might know who I rescued?"

"Tom."

"Tom? I'm delighted. Charles Higglesworth at your service."

Charles offered his hand which Tom clasped. Tom felt as if a charge passed between them as he took Charles' smooth long fingers in his own rough calloused grip. Tom stared into Charles' earnest, intense eyes in the flickering orange glow and liked what he saw. He noticed for the first time that it was a handsome face, perfectly proportioned, smoothly shaven, with straight blond hair combed to one side, much in contrast to his own ragged, dishevelled looks. Owning no mirror, he only knew his own face from his refection in water.

Their hands lingered before parting.

"Now," said Charles, "I have a plan of sorts. If you will give me a lift up I shall open the old hay-loft door. We shall lock the stable door again when we leave. Henshaw will be left in wonderment that you can jump higher than he thought, that you managed to grab hold of the rafters."

Tom agreed, bending down for Charles to place a boot in his hands. Muscles solid from hard labour, Tom lifted Charles easily.

"I say, you are strong," Charles exclaimed as we was hoisted up, then opened the creaking old wooden door.

Tom lowered Charles back down and they stood for a moment regarding each other in the candlelight.

Charles moved forward hesitantly, then quickly kissed Tom on the cheek.

Tom recoiled as if he'd been struck.

"Call me all the horrid names you want, I don't care!" Charles blew out the candle and moved to the door. "I shall be out of here in a few days, for the army. Now go."

Tom recovered himself. "Thank-you for freeing me, Mr. Higglesworth."

"Please, just Charles-"

Just as Charles opened the door, Tom plucked up his courage and gave Charles a quick peck on the cheek, then they were out into the dark night. The curtained light from Charles' balcony window was the only light. With that Tom stole away into the darkness, making for the woods he had come to know so well.

Once safely back over the estate wall Tom breathed easier. Just before dawn he slipped back into his father's cottage on the edge of the hamlet of Brackenworth. Yet despite the late hour he could not sleep. His mind was aglow with anxiety and excitement, replaying the evening's events. He would need to lay low and keep an eye out for Henshaw. And no more poaching, he told himself.

The next day was a busy one as usual, the mundane chores, seeing to his two younger brothers and sister, then off splitting and stacking logs. Yet through it all he wasn't really present, his mind dreaming of the previous evening, of Charles kissing him. 

***

Tom pressed his knuckles to the glass and tapped once. The noise shocked him into awareness of his situation. He couldn't believe he was really doing this, that he'd actually got this far. Every step of the way he'd told himself he'd just go a little further then turn back, that he wouldn't really go through with it.

After a precarious climb up thick ancient wisteria, he now stood on Charles' balcony, caught in the moonlight like a burglar. If Henshaw appeared, he'd be shot dead on the spot.

Some time passed and he tapped again on the dark glass. What if Charles was a heavy sleeper? What if he wasn't even in the room?

Tom gave one last knock. Enough foolishness, he told himself. What was he ever thinking of? Why should Charles even want to see him again?

Just as he was about to turn to leave, the curtain jerked back. Then the glass door soundlessly opened.

Tom waited, his heart pounding, but there were no shouts of alarm, so he slipped inside, the dark figure beside him closing the door behind.

"It's you, Tom!" came Charles' excited voice. "What in heavens are you doing here? I never expected to see you again. Are you in trouble?"

Tom felt himself going red, knowing at the words that he should never have come. What a fool he felt. Charles had probably given no further thought to him. "I just wanted to thank-you. No stranger's ever shown me such kindness before. I just wanted you to know that, is all."

"Well, I'm only too glad I could help. Glad it was appreciated, old chap." Charles lit a lantern on a bureau and they stood contemplating each other.

A silence began to draw out and Tom struggled for words, itching to get away again. "And to wish you luck, was all."

Charles took a step closer. "You were brave coming here just to tell me that, Tom. I'll never forget."

Charles' words struck a note of joy in Tom's heart. Charles was glad he had come and wouldn't forget him. That was worth something.

"You could make it up to me, you know," continued Charles.

"How?" asked Tom eagerly, watching Charles' perfect lips extend into a grin.

"A mere kiss is all I ask."

"Oh." Tom could not hide his disappointment that Charles might have had an exciting errand in mind.

"But I expect a measure of passion," said Charles, noting Tom's expression.

They had been unconsciously edging towards each other already, like two slow magnets that at the last moment spring together. Tom cupped his hands around Charles delicate cheeks and kissed him, with passion. Charles responded, wrapping his arms around Tom's back, hugging him to him. Their tongues touched.

At that Tom pulled back, pushing Charles away. "Ugh, no, we shouldn't. We shouldn't be doin' this. This stuff's to be done with women only."

"Says who?" Charles stepped away, hurt. "Tell me you feel nothing for me too and be on your way!"

"I'm sorry Charles. I must go."

"So you feel nothing then? Own your feelings, man!"

Tom found to his further embarrassment that a tear had escaped and he wiped angrily at it. "You're right, Charles. I have got feelin's for you, okay? So now you know. But it's pointless. We could never be together and we weren't meant to neither. I have to go."

And with that Tom slipped back outside, the night air cooling his hot cheeks. He made considerably more noise than he intended clambering back down. He couldn't help it; his hands were shaking. He crossed the courtyard, stole across the lawn and entered the emptiness of the woods once more, alone.

***

Tom awoke to the cockerels and his father's warted face pressed close to his own.

"Where's you always off to, sneakin' about in the night? I've not seen no meat of late in return. An' you was actin' all queer yesterdee. Got yourself a bird or summit? 'Bout bleedin' time if you did, mind, though they ain't nowt but trouble."

"Nothin's up, just went for a late walk, is all."

Tom spent the day working in the woods as usual, though his mind was in turmoil. Walking wearily home, he hoped his father had at least prepared some stew.

Nearing the cottage he had a sixth sense something wasn't right. Perhaps it was the unusual quiet.

Pushing open the creaking cottage door he was surprised to be confronted with a stranger whose smart attire suggested he was a provost, a gun at his side.

"Well, well, look who it isn't."

Tom glanced over to the toothless grin of Henshaw and he felt faint.

"Tom Carpenter, I am arresting you on the charge of poaching-" the provost began formally.

"Tom, m'lad," his father groaned. "Wasn't I always tellin' you not to go messin' in anything like that? Tried my best to bring you up good 'n proper, I did, and now look what trouble and shame you bring on us."

"Mr. Carpenter-"

"Look at him, no more than a boy. Can't you see it in your heart to let him off this one offence, kind sirs?"

Henshaw sneered. "One offence? 'E's been at it some time, I reckon. Prob'ly stolen enough game to feed half o' London by now."

Tom looked at his young siblings one last time, seeing their mute alarm as his hands were bound to be lead away by the provost.

***

Greenborough jail, where Tom spent the night, the following day and another night, stank foully. The whole town had wreaked as soon as the walls had closed in around him, sealing him off from his free country life. He sat on damp straw in a corner of the darkened cell he shared with several other ragged prisoners, too despairing to engage with them. He recalled all the terrible tales he's heard of deportation, if he was spared the noose which was too horrific to contemplate.

On the second afternoon he heard his name called. With a loud jangle of keys the solid door swung solemnly open, the entrance to a hell he was about to hear of.

Tom kept his head down the whole time until he found himself looking at the floor of the dock.

"Tom Carpenter, you stand accused of the crime of poaching on the Higglesworth estate," he heard a loud, deep upper-classed voice firmly state. "How do you plead?"

Tom glanced around at the large room-full of smart faces coldly watching him. He had no defence and knew he would be found guilty however he pleaded. He didn't imagine for a minute that the fat pompous-looking bewigged judge would be lenient if he pleaded guilty.

"How do you plead?" the judge boomed.

"Not guilty, your honour," Tom croaked.

"Not guilty? Would the prosecution proceed."

A thin formally-dressed man wearing a long wig stood up. "Mr. Henshaw, the estate gamekeeper, caught the accused red-handed, your honour, trespassing on the estate with a bow and arrows on his person."

Tom looked down from the dock to see the ugly face of Henshaw, the only familiar face in the room. He groaned inwardly. How he had come to hate the cursed man.

"Would you confirm this, Mr. Henshaw?"

Henshaw, who had turned red as beetroot, got nervously to his feet. "Well, now, your honour, now it comes to it, I can't exactly say. You see, twus very dark and its been a-worryin' me that I may have been mistaken. I believe the man may possibly be innocent."

Tom stared at Henshaw dumbstruck. Did the old gamekeeper have a conscience after all?

"What?" the judge bellowed, making Henshaw jump. The judge's face looked like the devil as he waggled his finger at Henshaw. "I should have you charged with wasting court time! Get out! Court adjourned."

At that a great chatter went up. Tom remained in a daze as his hands were freed and he was lead out of the dark, gloomy court into the glorious sunshine.

No sooner was he out of the door than he was grabbed from one side with a whoop. He turned in shock to stare into the face of Charles hugging him.

"Tom, I'm so sorry."

"Charles?" Shock gave way to a rush of joy and he sank in Charles' arms.

"Tom, you're faint." Charles helped Tom to sit down at the edge of the court steps, squatting down next to him. "I came as soon as I heard. It was only by pure good fortune that I heard Henshaw discussing the matter with my father. But I know one or two of Henshaw's little secrets, more serious offenses than poaching. I threatened to inform my father and that it would be him being deported next, if he didn't drop all charges and see you freed."

"Thank-you, Charles. You're a true gentleman."

"Might I offer you a ride home? I've a good horse who can easily carry the both of us."

Tom accepted and soon they were trotting along green byways, leaving the foul air of Greenborough behind.

"You will have to keep on guard for Henshaw in the future," said Charles. "The old schemer may plot against you in my absence."

At Charles' words Tom felt a pang of sadness. Swaying with the motion of the horse, Tom held on to Charles' firm, tall body that oozed confidence. He stared at the back of Charles' head, liking the sight of his golden hair shifting in the breeze. Charles was about to leave for his army commission. In all probability they would never see each other again, his dashing hero who had rescued him from a miserable fate, probably saved his life, someone who had stuck up for him when no one else had. After all the emotional turmoil, the thought brought tears to his eyes and he was glad Charles couldn't see.

"Confound it, I do believe we are lost," Charles suddenly announced. "Get down a moment, would you?"

Tom dismounted, paying attention for the first time to the track Charles had brought them down, wooded on one side, bounded by high hedges on the other. There were many ways back from town, so Tom hadn't wondered why he didn't know the route, though he knew roughly where they must be.

"Come along, I believe we can cut through this wood to get back on track." Charles lead his horse along a path through the wood, dense with recently-coppiced low hazel growth, standard oaks towering above. "This way."

Charles clearly did know the route.

Tom allowed himself to be lead through the hazel to a small grassy clearing where Charles tethered his horse who immediately lowered her head to graze.

Charles turned to Tom. "Might I kiss you?"

This time Tom had no nagging doubts. "How could I refuse when you have saved me? 'Twould be an honour."

Tom put his arms around Charles and hugged him, unable to hide the tears this time. He kissed Charles delicately on the lips. Charles hands moved behind Tom's head, holding Tom's head to his as he kissed back with increasing passion.

Charles drew back with a grin. "Am I really that bad to kiss that it's making you cry?"

Charles slipped his hands under Tom's shirt, gliding his wiggling fingers up to tickle Tom's armpits. Tom jumped away, laughing, then tripped backwards to fall sprawling among the leaves.

"You poor sir, allow me." Charles held out his hand.

Tom took it with a firm grip and pulled Charles down on to him.

"Why, you rogue," Charles laughed.

Tom delighted in Charles' laughter, and tickled him back. Charles struggled against him and they rolled together through the scrunching leaves, laughing. Whether through accident or design, Tom wasn't sure, but somehow his shirt was torn open and their rolling ceased.

Charles sat up on Tom, staring down. "My, my, aren't you muscular. If only I was so fit."

"Let me see," Tom whispered.

Grinning, Charles unbuttoned his shirt to reveal an only slightly less muscular torso, his white flesh contrasting with Tom's dark tan.

They contemplated each other's bodies for a moment, reaching out to feel each other's hot chests, to trace their curves.

Charles' eyes narrowed mischievously. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Tom considered, feeling himself begin to stiffen at the idea. This was likely to be their only time together, maybe the only opportunity Tom would ever get to experiment with another man. And he knew he was in love with Charles. "Okay. You first."

When Charles' already proudly erect manhood appeared before Tom's eyes, it took his breath away. Tom just stared up at it in wonder, mesmerised by the sight, the solid shiny end, the veins standing out.

Charles got to his knees and shuffled back. "Okay, now you."

Tom reached down and released his own straining manhood. Charles eyes widened with interest. He bent down to examine it more closely, before it disappeared into his mouth. Tom licked his lips in wonder at the new sensitive and tingling sensation, as Charles head bobbed up and down before him.

After a time, Tom plucked up his courage and said, "I should perhaps return the favour."

"Much obliged to you, kind sir."

Charles got to his feet. Tom knelt to take Charles' manhood into his mouth. Swirling his tongue about the wide girth he took it further, and further still, as far as he could, feeling his own body responding with excitement. His heart thudded as he tried mimicking what Charles had been doing, moving his head up and down, gripping the shaft with his lips, hearing Charles' murmuring encouragement.




The Woodlander



Suddenly Charles pushed Tom away, calling out, "Duck!"

Tom lowered his head in surprise, just as Charles shot a jet over Tom's head. Tom stared in awe at the sight, his excitement inducing his own body to respond.

***

Riding onward, Tom and Charles were in such high spirits that they laughed and sang as if drunk. A peasant stared at them curiously as they approached, then both lads burst out laughing. The peasant patted himself, bemused as to the source of their amusement.

They crested the final hill before Brackenworth. Until that moment Tom had successfully shut out all thoughts of their parting, but now the inevitable end of each other's company was in sight.

"I hope your commission goes well," said Tom, aware his tone was now solemn, all mirth gone. He tried to lighten it. "All those young men."

"To look but not to touch will be sheer torture. Are you happy with you life here Tom? Perhaps you might enlist with me if you are not."

The very possibility had never occurred to Tom. Tom hugged Charles tighter around the waste. "Charles, I would follow you anywhere."

Charles halted the horse and looked over his shoulder. "A soldier's life is a tough one, you know. I shall look into the matter. If I can arrange everything I shall come for you and we shall embark on an adventure together. With you at my side, the future will no longer be doom and gloom."

"For me either."

They dismounted while still out of sight of the village.

Charles hugged Tom. "But don't imagine for one minute it will be easy, though. And we'd be very lucky if we got a moment alone together." 

Tom recalled the excitement of hunting game, even being chased by Henshaw, and knew that army life was the sort of life he was made for.

Charles mounted once more. "Farewell for now, then Tom. I will come for you."

Tom waved. "Farewell Charles."

Glowing with excitement, Tom watched Charles canter away before heading on down the valley to his cottage.



The Woodman



Violet had taken herself off for a few moments of peaceful wanderings. She thought she had earned it after hours slaving away for an ungrateful boss and lecherous customers. She worked at one of only three public houses in her village. The other two establishments were definitely of a higher class but after talking to the girls that served there, she realised that the clientele were no less disgusting. Oh, she liked the attention. Some men were even worth the fingerprints left after a hard shift. There was some part of her that liked the attention but she wasn't one of the mouthy, blatant types, full of innuendos and false promises to secure an extra coin. She was herself, quiet and unassuming. She always smiled and backed away when some over drunken buffoon came onto her. Half the time, she thought that made them worse but she couldn't find it in her to act like a tart. 

She had taken the dirt track that lead from the back door of the pub straight into the woods that surrounded the village. She had her mind set on walking the five minutes out to a small lake and just to sit and watch the fish jump and otters play before coming back to the stale smelling rooms that took over most of her waking life. Her own house was close to the lake, only about 200 yards away nestled in a glade. She shared it with her parents who were elderly and needed most of her spare time. Between them and her job, she had precious little time for herself. Now she had the added problem of some local business man trying to kick them out of their home, all in the name of progress. Oh yes, progressing his fat purse to a fat treasure chest no doubt. Her blood boiled when she thought of this and forced herself to calm down by imagining her perfect life. She looked forward to this small refuge everyday for a chance to daydream about that life. A life where she was happy and contented with a small house on the outskirts of village life. Happy to just look after 2 children and enough livestock to keep her and her husband self sufficient so that she could fall into his arms whenever she pleased. The sun always shone in her other world. The rain fell at night, when she was warm beside the man of her dreams.

She made her way to the shore of the lake, and started to walk away from her family home. After a while she heard the distant sound of chopping wood. It came from some distance around a bend in the lake. She never ventured that far due to the lack of time she had. But, intrigued by the noise that she had never heard in this part of the local area, she moved along the lake edge. Most of the men that lived in the village were drunks and layabouts who made there money after the discovery of a gold mine on the other side of the valley. The work was now done by slaves and they just spent most of their time drinking, gambling, fighting and womanising. They made her skin crawl but she needed to live.

Cautiously, she moved through the trees and eventually she saw a figure moving on the other side of the undergrowth. She stepped gingerly forward and peered through the foliage. She watched with increasing interest as a man, stripped to the waist, chopped firewood with such speed and ferocity that she was amazed he had time to aim his axe. He was muttering to himself as he slashed down with his axe, completely oblivious to the outside world. Violet watched in fascination as his muscles rippled with each movement. He was tall, clean shaven and if he took the scowl from his face, could be classed as quite handsome. She was surprised to see the makings of a house behind him. He was obviously new to the area as she hadn't seen him in the village but he acted like the whole world was his to own. 

Violet then noticed a man approaching the axe man from the right. She recognised him as a local business man called Roland Crossley. The same one that was after her parent's house. A real sleaze. Someone who thought he owned half the area and most of the women who lived in it. 

"Are you still here boy?" He shouted. "I thought I made it clear that this is no longer your land. You have no rights here anymore. All that was lost when that useless excuse of your father pissed his life up against the pub wall and gambled his deeds away."

The tall man crossed the 10 feet that separated the two with lightning speed and grabbed Crossley by the lapels.

"And I told you that you're a cheating, lying slug of a man. My father wasn't like that and this is still my land." He shoved Crossley away from him, making the round shaped oaf stumble and fall onto his ample backside. 

"You'll regret crossing me Red," Roland said shakily as he rose and dusted himself down." I wouldn't spend much longer on this sorry excuse of a house. It won't be here much longer."

The Giant of a man, presumably Red, moved towards Crossley who backed away with hands held up in defence.

"Okay, okay, I'm going but I'll be back soon and I suggest you're not around when I do." With that Crossley turned and stomped off back towards the village.

Red watched his back for a few minutes then tensed up and shouted some unintelligible roar to the sky. He turned back to the axe and after a few more minutes of furious chopping finally gave up and threw the axe away. It came to rest with a loud thud about 5 feet from where Violet was stood. She had watched the exchange with disgust and sadness. She well knew what Crossley was like and what he was capable of. She continued to watch, torn between running back to the village and showing herself to offer some support.

Red was obviously in a rage so she thought better to hang on. She was worried for him even though she had only just had the pleasure of seeing him for the first time. She watched as red seemed to calm himself. He stared out across the lake and after a minute looked to have made a decision. He unbuckled his belt, kicked off his boots and dropped his pants all in one swift movement. Violet gasped at this sudden change of events. Red tensed again and quickly spun round, peering to where she crouched. She was well hidden and she made no sound until he seemed satisfied it was nothing and walked over to the lake shore.

She watched him enter the water. Saw his strong muscular legs wade into the depths and then plunge in to the cool calm waters. He swam with the same vigour that he chopped wood. He was soon moving into the centre of the lake as she stood watching him. His strong strokes moved him effortlessly across the surface of the lake to the other side, where he turned and made his way back to his shelter.

He raised himself out of the lake and she had her first full view of his body. He was built solidly. His body appeared hard and strong yet he wasn't overly muscular. She guessed his height at well over six foot and she felt a shot of excitement as he moved into the clearing in front of his house. He picked up a towel and began to vigorously dry himself. Violet continued to watch with increasing arousal as he moved the towel across his shoulders, down his stomach and rubbed his groin. As he moved the towel around his back and bottom she saw his manhood, now warm, dry and slightly aroused after his refreshing swim and rub down. 

She licked her lips, felt her nipples harden through her summer dress and the warmth grow between her legs as he continued to move down his body. He shifted slightly as he dried himself so that, as he bent over to work on his calves and feet, his whole sweet behind greeted her glowing face. With each movement, she caught glimpses of his balls dangling low between his muscular legs. Unconsciously, she moved her hand down her body to her moist pussy. She rubbed between the fabric of her dress and panties as he continued to move around his body with the towel. 

She couldn't believe the feelings that overwhelmed her. It was just a naked man and he had just innocently been for a swim and was only drying himself. So why was she so damn turned on? At this moment, she didn't care, it was wonderful and so was he. Finding the sensation hindered, she reached below her dress and dropped her panties to the floor. Then, lifting the dress of her hem, stroked her trimmed pussy, feeling her wetness as her fingers delved deeper inside her. She continued to watch as he finished off his rubbing with another slow rub around his groin. She caught glimpses of his cock growing slightly as he rubbed and she closed her eyes imagining it inside her. She had worked up to such a state that she now had three fingers deep inside her and at that moment it was his hard cock plunging into her sopping pussy. Her minded drifted, seeing him lay on top of her as she felt his rock hard cock inside into her. His rhythm matched the ferocity of his chopping and swimming. 

All of a sudden she had a rush of feelings and a low moan escaped her open mouth. Her eyes snapped open to find Red standing right in front of her. She had been so caught up in her fantasy that she had been oblivious to the noises she must have been making whilst she fantasized with eyes closed. He towered above her and as she looked up into his face, she was overwhelmed with a sense of complete vulnerability. The feeling was too much and she felt herself falling into darkness. 

Violet stirred slowly from her faint with the feeling of being rocked back and forth. She opened her eyes to see herself being carried by Red and passing through the doorway to his home. He hadn't yet realised that she was awake as he negotiated the doorway, careful not to bang any part of her body. He gently lowered her onto his bed that stood in the corner of the only room in the house. As he rose up from depositing her, she realised that he was still completely naked. She couldn't help but look down at his semi erect member. She realised what she had done and shot her glance back to his face, blushing. She was met by a grin on his sweet face. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he reached down and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. Her head involuntarily pushed against it like a cat rubbing against their owner at feeding time. 

Violet lifted her hand to his and gave it a gentle squeeze. She pulled it to her lips and she kissed him softly. She stared up into his wonderful eyes and then lowered her gazed back down to his cock. It started to grow slowly at her examination and she saw his chest rise and fall faster as he began to get more and more aroused. She let go of his hand and reached out to touch him. His cock jumped at her touch and she felt him harden in her grasp. She gently pulled him towards her making him fall across her. He held his weight by outstretching his arms as though to do press ups above her uplifted face. This gave her the perfect view of his covered head as it stood inches before her face. Slowly, she lifted herself and opened her mouth to kiss the emerging head. Her mouth opened further and her tongue ran along the slit as she felt it respond and become fully erect at her touch. She pulled the foreskin back with her hand and carried her touch down to his balls, cupping them, both her hand and his balls were trembling slightly. 

Oh, he tasted so good after his exertions in the lake. Her mouth fully covered his engorged head and she sucked deeply. Her other hand grasped his shaft and slowly but firmly began to pull on his hard cock as the other kneaded his full balls. She was in heaven. 

As Violet continued to devour Red's cock, he looked over her beautiful body. The dress showed every contour of her ample breasts and flat stomach. It had risen up her legs to show them in all their pearl-white glory. He shifted slightly to support himself on one hand and touched her left breast though the fabric. Her hard nipple rubbed against his palm as he gently stroked her. He moved his hand around her chest, feeling both of her breasts and then moved down her body. 

He felt her belly tremble slightly as he snaked past and ran long fingers down her outer thigh to her knees. Her legs parted involuntarily as he moved his hand inside her thighs, rising slowly to the hidden glory that he so wanted to see, feel and taste. He could feel the pressure of her mouth increase on his rock hard cock as her excitement rose from his touch.

He reached her dress hem and took hold of it in two fingers, peeling it back to reveal her fully open pussy. She could feel the cool air touch her desperate pussy and knew that he was gazing down at her. Her urgency increased the speed of her sucking and licking. She moved her mouth up and down his long shaft. She lapped at it like a hungry dog with a bone. Oh god, she so wanted to taste his cum as it burst from his cock. The next minute it was pulled from her grasp as he stood up in front of her. His arm couldn't take his full weight any longer and he rose to tower above her. His full, magnificent cock extended over her like a flag pole. They were both panting and their urgency to be fulfilled caused them to move as one. Violet grabbed Red's cock and pulled it down towards her needy pussy. He let her guide him to kneel between her open legs but as she tried to continue to pull him down to her he backed away from her and grasped hold of her hand. He placed it to the side of her thigh and dropped himself between her legs so that his face disappeared. She soon felt his soft tongue lapping at her flowing juices. She knew she would cum in seconds and couldn't stop him. She didn't want to stop him. Her knees lifted and her thighs pressed against the side of his head as he continued to run his long tongue up and down her aching lips. 

Red flattened his tongue and lapped at her lips. With each stroke he hardened it so that with every stroke, he moved deeper inside her. He couldn't hear her moaning as her legs were clamped around his head but judging from her movement, he knew she was about to cum. And that was just what he wanted so he moved his hand up and started to finger fuck her sopping pussy whilst flicking his rock hard tongue over her rock hard clitoris. That was enough. She came with a flood of juices and a wave of ecstasy. Violet thrust herself at his face wanting to feel his touch more and rode him, pushing the back of his head with her hair filled hands. Stars burst into her closed eyes as wave after wave washed over her. It had been so long since she had felt another's fingers inside her and her body responded willingly. Gradually she relaxed and taking the hint, he pulled back to admire her open flower.

Violet shuddered and relaxed. Her body collapsed from the rigid intensity to drift on the soft mattress. She felt totally at ease even though her arms and legs were spread wide and her whole body on show for this mountain of a man. She reached down and grabbed hold of his ears and gently pulled him up her body. Red lightly pressed against her as he rose up the bed. She could feel his firm body as it pressed her further into the mattress. Once his face was level with hers, she pulled him close and kissed him deeply. Her mouth opened wide and covered his. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue as she ran her own tongue over the whole of his mouth. She was getting herself worked up again as she pressed harder against his willing open mouth. 

She reached down to find his rock hard cock as it pulsed against her inner thigh. Oh it felt so good and she knew that in seconds she would finally feel it deep inside her. The warmth of it would soon feel cool when it entered the furnace of her aching pussy. She rubbed his head up and down her open lips, making it wet with her moistness and then, when she could take it no more, pulled him into her. Her tongue probed his mouth as his cock delved deep inside her. Both of them moaned as he disappeared inside her completely and she bit his bottom lip as he pulled back and thrust hard back into her. She lifted her legs wide to encompass his vast back, making herself as open as possible. She knew he was close to coming after the way she had devoured him earlier with her mouth and the way his cock felt as hard as stone as it pounded her. 

"Mmmmm, fuck me deep and hard angel," she murmured into his now damp ear. She continued to nibble at it as he started to thrust harder and harder. He could hear her give a little grunt each time he thrust. 

Red felt her legs circle around the small of his back and push him to her with her ankles. Even though she was dripping wet with her own juices he still felt every move inside her. Every ripple of her willing pussy seemed to suck at him and within only a couple of minutes he felt the familiar feeling of himself ready to rush out of his engorged cock. 

Violet could feel his balls slap against her ass cheeks as he continued to ram into her. Her arms and legs were now wrapped around him and she held on for dear life as unbelievably, he increased his speed. She could feel herself start to tip over the edge. She had never come this close together before but his continued battering of her willing, open pussy was relentless. 

Red felt her whole body press harder against him and felt her grip on his cock tighten. That was enough. He exploded deep inside her for what seemed an age. They both groaned loudly as their bodies melded together as one. He continued to thrust until he felt like he had emptied a gallon of his semen into her. Oh, he loved that feeling. Of complete abandonment as his juices flowed out of himself and into another person. The feeling of oneness was almost overpowering. He savoured every moment as he slowed his pace so that he was just rocking on top of her. He was as deep as he could get inside her and just kept twitching and pushing to feel as much of her as possible. He could feel her respond and tug on him with her muscles. 

Red stared down at this beautiful vision that had emerged so suddenly into his life and softly kissed her deeply and with so much passion that he surprised even himself with its intensity...........



The Woods



Behind closed eyes I see the sun dappling the ground, feel the tree bark under my fingers and sense the anticipation and excitement of a game. I peer around the tree trunk, looking for a glimpse of you. It's then I feel your hands grab my hips from behind and a whispered word brushes past my ear. A half-hearted struggle to escape, the tighter you hold me and the more I feel your hardening cock pressed against my arse.

On the sitting room floor, books forgotten, I lie one my side, a mans shirt held together by one button. My fingers softly stroking my thigh as I focus on the images in my mind. Your hands turning me, pressing me back against the tree. Your lips pressing down on mine as your hands roam over my body, slipping inside my dress to touch silky skin. Tongues teasing, my arms around your neck, fingers stroking the back and running into your hair. One hand slipping between us to stroke the outline of your cock. A sense of urgency as you push me back hard, fingers gripping my hips, tongues entwined. Releasing my lips, your hands delve into my dress, fingers rubbing over my nipples, before you expose them to the air. Cupping my tits in your hands you bend to lick over a nipple, sucking into your mouth and flicking it with your tongue. With the delectable feel of your mouth I arch my back, pressing myself harder against your lips.

My fingers have pushed inside the shirt and are circling my nipple, nipping gently, then a little harder......my cheeks flushed and my lips parted. Against the tree one of your hands is pulling up my dress, stroking up my thigh, fingers brushing against my pussy. You groan when you feel how wet I am, probing my slippery heat. Teasingly you press your fingers against the opening to my pussy, circling, but no further. On the floor I am not so patient, my fingers sliding down my body to slip between my thighs and into the moist heat between them. Exploring fingers, brushing over my clit, dipping into my pussy, tasting myself. My hips moving forwards as if to capture my fingers, prolong contact. Two fingers thrust into my cunt, just as in the wood you finally relent and push your fingers into me. 

I want you to fuck me, fill me, but I need to taste you. 

"I want....."

My hands at the zip of your jeans. I groan as your fingers withdraw and you suck my juices from them. As you lean back against the tree I drop to my knees to unfasten your jeans, my tits still unfettered, nipples hard and pink. I feel your hands brushing the tendrils of hair away from my face as I finally release your cock and balls. Our eyes meeting as my hands stroke your shaft, cup your balls, squeezing softly. Pressing my lips to the tip of your cock I allow my tongue to flicker across the sensitive skin, circle the head before sucking it into my mouth. Looking down you see my pout stretched around your cock, as I feed more of its length into my mouth. You groan as your cock brushes the back of my throat, hips thrusting. Sliding my lips up and down the shaft, pressing my tongue against your hard flesh. Slurping as your cock springs out of my mouth, I use my tongue to lick the length of the underside of your cock - tip to balls. Kissing and licking your balls before my tongue snakes back to the tip, leaving long wet trails of saliva and greedily laps at your pre-cum, then my parted lips suck your cock tip back into my mouth. Fingers encircling your cock and wanking with ever increasing urgency. Your hands tangled in my hair, you taking in the image of me worshipping your cock. These pictures in my mind, the sensation of touching and tasting your cock feel so real, as my fingers fuck my cunt faster and faster. My thumb rubbing and pressing my clit, thighs pressed tightly. 

I feel your cock swell and twitch in my mouth, your hips thrusting forcing more and more of your cock into my mouth. As your cock jerks in my mouth and your thighs tense, I part my lips so that you can see my tongue being covered in spunk. As you cum in my mouth, I cum on the floor. The sensations rippling through my body, my cunt spasming around my fingers.



The Woods



I send you a text telling you I was going to take my VW for a drive and ask if you want to go, you say yeah you'll go. We're driving down the road heading no where really just out for a drive on a warm summer day. It's pretty hot and muggy and you can feel the moisture in air, it's definitely the air you can wear. The top is down the radio up my hair tied back in a rubber band so that way it's not going crazy as I'm driving down the road. I have on a white sleeveless shirt with an airy skirt that's not tight and today, no panties. We cruise down the road enjoying the freedom from other people, talking about nothing in particular.

You keep glancing my way looking at my chest then down at my legs because my skirt has ridden up a little in the car. My tits are hard because it's so hot out and I'm sweating a bit but the air-conditioning is on and making them cold because of the wetness in the air plus I'm horny. We get out of the city and neighboring communities radio still on, you reach over and cup my breast and just sit there for a couple of minutes making sure it's ok when you realize it's ok, you continue to massage it, moving from one to the other

You unbutton my shirt and see my bra snaps in the front you undo my bra and continue massaging and squeezing my tits. I glance at your lap and notice you're starting to enjoy yourself, a small moan escapes my lips letting you know I enjoy this. You take this as your queue to continue. You lean over and begin kissing my neck as we're going down the road, this gets me instantly wet and my nipples stand even harder. I decide to have a little fun with you, keeping one hand on the wheel I pull my skirt up over my ass so I'm no longer sitting on it. I am bare ass on the seat leaving a wet spot on the leather. I take your hand from my chest and place it on the inside of my knee. You try and push up further but since I'm driving it's my way! I move your hand back down and let it rest there for a couple of seconds.

As you continue sucking my neck it makes me hotter and hotter. You lean in a little further and place your mouth on my right tit. I was not expecting this and jerked the wheel a bit too hard we both start laughing and you put your head back down. My fingernails dig into the back of your hand as this feels really good. I slide your hand a littler further up my thigh and you can feel the heat radiating from my core. I take your hand and place it on the seat in front of my pussy not only do you feel the heat but you feel the wetness as well. You moan with delight and bit my nipple lightly in excitement which gets a louder moan out of me. I take your hand and guide you closer to me. You start stroking the outside lips as I continue to drive you lift your head and look at me; I am biting my lip and trying to concentrate on the road. My eyes blinking heavily because this feels good I look over at you with yet another evil grin on my face.

I slide down in the seat a little and place two of your fingers inside my wet waiting pussy. You have a shocked look on your face as mine shows nothing but pleasure. I bite my lip and close my eyes for a brief second as waves of pleasure overtake my body. You continue finger fucking me and kissing my neck. You begin rubbing my clit with your thumb and pinch gently with your index finger and thumb. I moan your name really loud as more wetness comes rushing out. About this time it starts to rain we pull over to the side of the road so I can put the top up. You pull your fingers out, however before you can do anything else I grab hold of your wrist and stick your fingers in my mouth and suck off all my juices. Your pants growing stiffer with each passing second we get the top and windows up, I think to myself this would be a great opportunity to fulfill one of my fantasies. Being fucked in the woods while it's raining as I grab the keys and take off for the woods I grab your wrist and pull you along behind me.

We get to some downed trees away from the road and I tell you this is perfect. I take off my shirt and bra lean back on my elbows on one of the fallen trees. I lift my leg on the other. I look over at you and you're just staring I ask you if you need an invitation. You come over to me and I tell you how bad I need to feel you inside of me right now. Rain pounding down on us; my hair getting wetter by the minute I look up at the cloudy sky and as I have my head tilted up, I didn't notice you sink to your knees in front of me until you licked my pussy. You caught me totally off guard and I shrieked. You wrap your hand around my thigh and pull me into your face as to say, you're not getting away from this. You continue licking me. You look up at my face and see that I'm totally enjoying this. Moaning louder and getting closer to release with each passing minute.

After a couple of minutes you move your hand from my thigh to my ass. You cup my cheek and pull me into you again. It feels so good I place my hand on the back of your head and pull you into me. You dip your tongue into my center. This excites me very much; you lick from my opening back up to my clit. After a few more minutes of teasing me you move your hand from my ass and insert two fingers again while licking me. You feel my muscles clench around your fingers and me moan. My breathing getting shorter and shorter, knowing I'm close. After a few seconds of this you hear me moan. "omg I'm cumming" 

You wrap your free hand around my ass and pull me into you and feel me cum on your face. When I am finished my body dripping wet not only from the rain but from cumming hard; I look at you and the stiffness in your pants again. I cup my hand around your bulge and give a gentle squeeze. I press my wet shirtless body into you and lick your lips to taste myself once more. I give you another grin as I drop to my knees and take your full length into my mouth.

I slide my mouth up and down your shaft deep throating every bit of you that I can. Once you're nice and hard I tell you to fuck me. I turn my back to you and give you a smile over my shoulder. I lean over the tree and pull my skirt up. You place yourself behind me and enter me from behind. I take a sharp breath and let it out in a moan due to the orgasm I just had by your tongue and now you're filling me. As you move in and out with your hands on my hips I feel you twitch. I back into your thrusts so you can hit hard as you pull my hips into you. I ask you to gently pull my hair. As you pull my hair I gently stand up and press my back into you. You begin sucking my neck as your fucking me. I lean back down and tell you to slap my ass, you do this and it gives me so much pleasure you fell me starting to tighten around you.

You move your hands back to my hips and continue pounding into me. You feel me orgasm around you again. My moans are lost in the rain as I know you're ready for your own release. I drop to my knees and pump you with my hand. I slide my mouth up and down you again until you're ready to cum. I place my mouth in front of your dick just as you start to spurt. I get most of it in my mouth but some lands on my chin and drips to my chest. I wipe it off with my fingers and lick it off. I look up at you with the same trademark grin of mine and you just roll your eyes and laugh. I grab my shirt and bra and head back to the car with a huge smile on my face.



The Woods



Mike's jaw dropped as a red headed woman, with shapely legs and a completely well endowed body came out of the water in front of him. Completely naked, her breasts pushed out proudly, capped by firm, erect, pink nipples. She was dripping wet from her swim in the nature made pool, and seemingly extremely comfortable despite Mike's presence. She looked directly at Mike and introduced herself. 'I'm Vicki,' looking directly into his eyes as she smiled. 'Hi, I'm Mike,' he replied with a twinge of nervousness. 'What is this place?'

'It's my home' she replied. 'I found it as a little girl when I got lost in a forest. Now it seems to show up whenever I concentrate and ask for it, and when I come out, I end up right where I was in time and space before I came here.'

'Nice.' Mike said, looking around, anywhere but at her luscious body. 'Anyone else here?'

'No.' Vicki replied. 'This place has no boundary, nor any people, and there's a body of water west of here that stretches on forever, but it's bordered by a forest that seems to have no end, either.'

She moved closer to him, noticing his uncomfortable stance and then wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her lips firmly against his. Immediately his pulse increased. 'Open your mouth for me,' she said before re engaging their kiss. Mike did as she asked, and immediately, her tongue thrust in, sliding against his. Her tongue explored his mouth slowly and firmly, and she drew his into her mouth. He nervously moved his tongue over and around hers, and then she disengaged again. 'Take off your clothes for me, Mike.' Mike did as she asked, and took off his shirt, then his jeans, and finally his underclothes. Vicki smiled and took his erection into her hands. As he gasped and his heart tried to beat its way out of his chest, Vicki reached out and drew him to her for a kiss. For several moments, their tongues explored each other's mouths. Vicki, meanwhile, reached down and gently caressed his erection, giving it long, leisurely strokes, as well as feeling, seemingly innocently exploring, its contours.


He breathed in deeply, and then looked at her breasts which were firming and her nipples began to hardened as he rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. His manhood pointing straight at her as she smiled and said. 'You're obviously happy to see me.'

'Oh, I am.' She kissed him again and held his shaft as it grew and swelled in her hand. 'Mmmm, your perfectly shaped.' She looked into his eyes and gently stroked the head of his erection. 'I'm going to like the feel of this going in me. Ohhh, yes I'm going to like it.' She smiled, kissing him again. 'Let's get you ready.' With that, she kissed him again, then moved down to his chest, caressing his back and sides with her hands, while licking and kissing his chest, navel and stomach. Mike gasped and sat down, as Vicki straddled his legs, and began stroking his staff with her hands. 'You'll fit in my pussy perfectly,' she murmured, 'it's shaped just right to stroke my G spot.'

Slowly, she moved her hands up and down, putting pressure with her palm on the sensitive underside of his penis. As Mike squirmed and groaned on the moss floor, she stroked up and down, then from side to side, then she corkscrewed up his shaft gently. Occasionally, she stayed still to feel him stiffen and swell in her hands. She pressed her thumbs on the underside of his staff, as she stroked him. 'Oh, Mike, you're so hard and thick.' As the pleasure overwhelmed his senses, Mike's eyes closed as he groaned out his acknowledgement of her words. Then he felt something warm and moist sliding along the head of his penis, and when he looked down, Vicki was licking the mushroom shaped head of his penis firmly, gently licking the opening where she hoped his semen would soon be released.

She took the tip between her lips, licked it gently, and gave him a strong suck. Mike shuddered and groaned out loud from the pleasure she was giving him, and as he closed his eyes, she slowly slid her tongue back and forth across the underside of his shaft, taking as much into her hot, moist mouth as she could. She moved her tongue from side to side against the sensitive part of the underside of his glands, and slid the skin back and forth, lengthwise. Vicki held the lower, exposed half of his penis in her hands, and started to gently rub his gland with her fingers, making it ripple across the length, then firmly stroked the underside of his upper half with her tongue.

All the while, she continued to suck harder and harder on the part of his penis in her mouth. Mike, for lack of words, merely groaned and squeezed his eyes even tighter, moaning out her name. His breaths came in gasps as she drew him to his climax. Vicki smiled as pre cum leaked onto her tongue and licked the head of his shaft where it oozed out, gently stroking across the opening as it dripped more cream. She moaned on his penis from the pleasure she got from tasting his release, and as she squeezed him and stroked upwards, her hand milked a good squirt of pre cum into her mouth. When his pre cum stopped coming, she could feel him throbbing in her hands, and started to stroke him constantly. Her hands moved faster and gripped him firmly, her tongue continued to slide across the underside of his shaft, and she sucked strongly on him, all at once.

She released him from her mouth, licked her hands, and with wet palms and fingers, she stroked him again, making squishing sounds as wet skin stroked wet skin. 'Come on, Mike, I want to taste your cum, you can do it.'

'Uuuggghhhh, Vicki ,' he gasped, 'Ohhh I feel it cumming.'

'Yes,' she said, now stroking the lower half with one hand and pumping with the other, 'relax, just relax. Let your body erupt when it wants to.' She took him in her mouth again, rasping her tongue fast and furiously along his length, flattening her tongue so that she covered as much of the broad underside of his erection as she could. She stroked him constantly, feeling him swell between her lips, throbbing on her tongue and in her hands, almost starting to jerk. She gave him strong sucks, then released the pressure, and then sucked hard again, all in rhythm.

She switched to a fast, firm stroking rhythm with one hand, and rubbing his shaft with two fingers from her other hand. 'Ohh.' Mike gasped. 'Ooh Vicki I can't hold it.' Vicki moaned again on his shaft, causing him to shudder. 'I'm going to cum.' She released him from her mouth and said, 'Let it go,' then kissed the tip and took him back in her mouth, stroking him quickly and firmly with her hands and tongue. She sucked him as hard as she could, drawing him into her mouth, working him firmly and wetly with her tongue. Her sucks came hard, released quick, and then draw hard on him again, and in return, she could feel him throbbing on her tongue, in her mouth and in her hands. As her own body grew excited and her juices dripped from her pussy and made her lips moist, she groaned strongly, even with his erection in her mouth. Finally, he cried out and pounded the moss floor with his fists.

His penis swelled in her hands, as semen raced up in such amounts that her tongue could feel it as it raced through his shaft, and it jerked violently in her mouth. Vicki closed her eyes, held him still, and withdrew her tongue, and drew it firmly across the head of his manhood. Then, she sucked him strongly, and waited. The next instant, he grunted, and she felt a warm thick splash against the insides of her mouth. She smiled as his initial jet coated her tongue and the back of her mouth, making her entire mouth sticky with semen, as his shaft throbbed in her hands. Mike cried out as he erupted heavily into Vicki 's hot, warm mouth, firing thick, hot streams of semen, as her hands gently squeezed and stroked him, her mouth and hands working in unison to drain him. His mind went into overload, his senses spinning, his heart fighting to escape his chest.

Vicki moaned as he spurted into her mouth more than she could swallow, and it overflowed out of her mouth and onto her chin. She licked her lips so she could taste his cream and then swallow the rest. Within seconds, her hands were coated with cum, even as she was feeling warm, thick and sticky jets still spilling healthily against the insides of her mouth. Mike erupted one last time, bloating her cheeks and causing a wave to cascade down his shaft and her hands. Mike was reduced to spasms, and as he recovered his senses, Vicki swallowed what hadn't yet escaped from her mouth, and as she took her hands off his throbbing hardness, she looked at her hands, covered with warm, thick and sticky cream. Vicki then started the pleasurable task of cleaning the cum off her hands and his erection. 'Mmmm, nice,' she said, as she slowly and leisurely cleaned every inch of him with her tongue and lips.

Mike groaned, 'Oh Vicki' as she moved over in front of him. 'It's okay, it felt good for me, too. I enjoyed feeling your cream splashing into my mouth.'

'That was incredible' he replied, still taking deep breaths, before sitting up to find her with his eyes. Vicki sat down beside him, lay on her side, and drew him into her arms. She patted him on his back gently. 'It's okay, Mike. Just relax.'

Mike took her in his arms, and immediately brought his lips to her neck. Vicki, finding it more comfortable, sat on her knees in front of him, and held his head against her neck. He kissed, sucked and licked his way down her neck, her throaty moans easily felt by him. Vicki looked down at him and smiled as he stroked her neck with his tongue, leaving a warm and moist trail behind. Finally, as he reached her upper chest, she sighed, running her fingers through his hair. He took her stiff nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and squeezed them slightly, as he kissed and licked his way towards her warm, endowed breasts.

He kissed her between her breasts first, licking and tasting her, before moving over the top of her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and licked it, slowly but firmly, and then sucked on it. 'Aaaaahhhh,' Vicki sighed. Mike could hear squishing sounds and as he looked up, her eyes were closed in bliss. Then looking down, he saw her long and slender fingers, buried inside her dripping wet pussy. She gasped, 'I want to cum in your mouth. I want to wet your cheeks and coat your tongue with my sweet, hot juice.' Mike groaned and eagerly went back to sucking her nipples even as she continued to ramble on, mostly for her own excitement.

As he moved down to the underside of her breasts, sucking, licking and kissing firmly, she moved her wet fingers to her lip, sucking her creamy natural lubrication off her hand, moaning with pleasure. Vicki looked down as Mike continued to suck her nipples, and then lick from the undersides of her luscious breasts to in between them. She steadied her breathing as she allowed him to explore her upper body with his tongue, letting him taste and tease her erogenous parts.

She relaxed and held his head gently, as he moaned, kissed and licked around her breasts. Finally, she pushed down gently on his head. He looked up at her. 'That feels absolutely heavenly.' Vicki said with a smile. With that, he moved down, licked the underside of her breasts again, and then went down to her stomach. There, he ran his tongue across her skin, where his sucking reduced his saliva to a mere trail of moisture. He meticulously licked her body, thrusting his tongue into her belly button whenever he made a pass by it. 'Uuugghh,' Vicki gasped, as her sex ached for him. 'Ohhhh!' she moaned as his tongue pressed firmly against her navel for an extended period of time.

Vicki moved away and laid on her back, spreading her legs apart, and put her feet into the air. She pulled back her wet pussy lips with her fingers, spreading herself wide for him. Her breasts heaved as she breathed hard, moaning his name repeatedly. Mike gasped as he stared into her moist, pink sex, her juices leaked over the edge of her labia, into the moss. He got control of his senses, knelt between her legs, held her feet on his shoulders, and started to kiss his way up from her legs, to her thighs.

'Oh, yes, Mike, tease me' she moaned as Mike licked his way up her thighs. Before he reached her spread lips, she suddenly, wrapped her legs around his neck, clasping her feet behind him then abruptly drew his face to her moist, hot, shaved pussy, with her thighs. Mike moaned against her clitoris, and pushed his tongue between her dripping lips. As he probed into her with his tongue, her muscles clamped down gently on his tongue, and her unexpectedly sticky, sweet tasting juices coated his tongue and pumped out the juices into his open mouth.

Suddenly Vicki sat up. 'Mike!' she gasped. 'Lay on your back' Mike felt her legs releasing him, and then he looked down at her. 'I want to straddle you. Just lay down and I'll show you.' As Mike lay on his back, she got up on top of him, moved up over his chest, and stood up over his head. She planted her feet on either side of his shoulders, and slowly spread her lips, exposing her pussy to her lover's eyes below. Mike's eyes bulged and his pulse quickened from the sight of her moist sex over head, and the way she stood over him comfortably, expectantly. Vicki stroked her clit until it peeked out from its hiding place, and spread her lips more, contracting her muscles as she looked down at him. Smiling, as she stood, showing him her engorged clit, swollen, dark pink labia, and the dark, wet entrance to her depths.

He began stroking her ankles and legs slowly and leisurely. Vicki noticed he felt comfortable on his back with her standing over him, showing him her delicious sex, and gave him more time to look, before she started to come down into a squat. 'Vicki' Mike murmured. 'Save your breath,' Vicki said, smiling. As she came down to him, she kept her lips open with fingers from one hand, making sure she kept the entrance to her dripping pussy over his eyes so he could easily see into her depths. Then, as she changed from squatting over him, she took her hand from her mound, and leaned back on his chest, her moist, hot sex now right over his mouth, with her knees spread and Mike's head firmly but safely nestled between her thighs, her smooth, shaved mound planted firmly on his lips.

Vicki smiled, looking down at him. 'Ohhh, this is so much better, I can cum right in your mouth.' Mike enjoyed the feel of her warm thighs on either side of him, and, while caressing her backside, he thrust his tongue against her throbbing clitoris, then in past her swollen lips, licking all around inside her, before pushing his tongue into her open waiting wet pussy.

'AAAahhhhh!' Vicki gasped, her body swaying back and forth, her juices flowing, moistening Mike's cheek and leaving his tongue sticky. 'Suck me off, make me cum in your mouth. I want you to feel my hot juices coat your tongue.' Mike moaned as her vagina contracted on his tongue, and then started to move his head from side to side, rubbing his nose against her clit. 'Yes, oh yes, you can feel it, my warm juice leaking into your mouth. I want you to drain me, I want you to taste it.'

He breathed hotly against her sex, causing her to shudder above him. She bent over severely, almost in half, as her arms threatened to give way. Her mouth hung open as her eyes squeezed shut from the shock waves of pleasure rocketing up and down her spine. 'Oh,' she gasped, as Mike thrust in and out of her with his tongue, rubbing her clit with his nose, and sucking on her lips. 'Do it, baby, do it' she gasped. 'I'm going to reward you so sweetly.' He spread her inner lips, the entrance to her warm, moist pussy, with his tongue, and then gently licked her inner walls as deeply as his tongue would go.

'UUUUGGGH.' Vicki gasped. 'I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum in your mouth. Open your mouth so I can cum in it' She quivered, lurched on her knees, then rocked rhythmically, moaning, then let out a deep, satisfied, explosive sigh, as a warm, thick and gooey release, meant to lubricate a thrusting penis, slid out of her spasming pussy, and onto Mike's waiting tongue. Her muscles contracted again, squirting thick juices into his open mouth. Mike moaned loudly as her cum spilled into his mouth, and down his cheeks. 'Oh Mike' she gasped.

Then, finally, she was reduced to mere dripping, and as her lips curled into a smile of sexual satisfaction, she opened her eyes, and looked down at him. Instead of speaking, she just groaned and breathed heavily, a few times. With that, she got up off of him, but when she saw the streamers from her vagina to his mouth, she knelt down firmly but slowly and kissed him in his lips. Her hand felt some of her slippery juice on his cheeks, and she paused to look. 'Oh, yes' she moaned. 'Oh, that was so wonderful.'

As Vicki got up, her feet again beside his shoulders, she started to masturbated over him, rubbing her juices over her shaven mound and fingering her wet open pussy. She spread her juices over her arse cheeks and thighs as Mike gasped. She smiled and dropped one knee back down beside his head. 'Want to lick me some more?' Mike held onto her legs. 'Sure.'

'Good,' she said, kneeling back down on him.

Within seconds, she knelt down completely, and was moaning from his tongue probing deep inside her. Mike eagerly worked her still excited sex, sucking her lips and clitoris, and exploring her depths with his tongue. Vicki gently wiggled on his face, smearing his cheeks, chin and nose with cum, making him slick enough so she could ride him easier and stroke his nose with her clit. Her juices came in small waves, flowing down his cheeks in trails led by small droplets, ultimately leaving his face quite moist. She reached back and felt his shaft, it was growing, thicker, harder and longer. 'Oh,' she smiled, 'I see this is making more than just me happy.' She stroked his gland, until her finger suddenly found the opening at the tip. 'Oh my goodness,' Vicki suddenly gasped.

'Hold your tongue inside me' she said. 'Just hold it there.' Mike replied by wiggling his tongue in her vagina, licking her sweet, moist inner walls. Vicki sighed and started to rub her clit and lips against his mouth, again. Her inner lips and vaginal muscles clasped against his tongue, amplifying the sensation she received from his probing. She pressed herself down hard on his mouth, holding his head firmly, as she came in his mouth again. 'Aaaaahhhh, yes.' she gasped, as her contractions sent waves of satisfaction through her body. 'Ooohhhh!' Her muscles relaxed on Mike's probing tongue, and then so did her thighs.

It took her some effort, but she reached back and pumped his hard shaft, and then looked down at him, kissed him and groaned. 'I want you to enter me in your full glory. My pussy is so hungry for you.'

'Oh, Vicki.' Mike gasped. 'Oh, yes,' she said, smiling at him. 'Oh, Vicki.' Mike gasped, his pulse racing. 'That was incredible'

'Did you see it cum?' she asked quietly. 'Yes' Mike said.

Feeling herself having been spread wide enough, she pulled him against her, and wrapped her legs around him and looked at him with intense sexual lust, her mouth open. She threw her head forward and kissed him passionately, mixing the aftertaste of his semen in her mouth, versus the one and a half loads of natural lubrication that she'd deposited in his mouth. Before he could object, her tongue was deep in his mouth; he relaxed and returned the kiss, as Vicki was obviously had no problem tasting her cum, either. Then, as forcefully as she initiated it, Vicki broke their deep, passionate kiss. 'Now, fuck me!' she groaned lustily.

Mike took her into his arms, and sliding his aching hardness deep into her, felt the inner folds and muscles of her pussy clamp down hard on him, and he gasped. Vicki, meanwhile, cried out as the hard mushroom shaped head swelled in her, her muscles squeezed on him, milking him naturally. She wrapped her legs around him again, and held her breasts before his eyes. 'Aaahhhh,' Mike gasped as he held her tight. 'Ohhhh, Yes,' Vicki moaned as she felt him swelling and throbbing in her.




The Woods



Her muscles stretched to their limits, and held his thick, long, hot prick in her as she rode up and down his shaft. 'Please cum' she gasped. 'You're so big and hard, I want you to flood me, overflow me, spurt hard inside me, just cum.' He pressed her against her and started to thrust hard and deep into her. Vicki 's breasts shook from the force of his in strokes; her eyes and mouth closed, her body now riding the storm of sexual passion, her aching pussy filled with his manhood, and soon she would feel the warm, thick jets blasting inside her.

'Oh, Mike!' Her vagina contracted strongly on him, churning and gushing healthy loads of lubrication down his shaft. She held him still in her, her muscles rippling fiercely against him. Vicki whispered his name weakly in his ear, and cried out as her body froze, her pussy squeezed him tightly, then, she exhaled and exploded as her orgasm crashed upon her, her pussy squeezing him intensely, relaxing, then squeezing again, as she inhaled deeply.

The contractions drove Mike over the edge finally, to where he knew that even if they stopped, he would explode. 'Ohh,' Vicki said, 'Mike you're almost there. Don't hold back'

'Aaaahhhh,' he sighed, as his orgasm loomed over him, preparing to crash on him. As she cried out his name and took laboured breaths, her thighs squeezing him as hard as they could, Mike cried out her name, his shaft swelled and went from a very powerful throbbing that she could easily feel, to a series of violent spasms. Vicki felt him swelling, she could feel his sperm rushing through his hard shaft, ready to flood into her, it was her last chance to take him out of her if she didn't want his cum in her. Her stomach muscles rippled and her breasts heaved as she fought for breath, the pain of her body's straining, lost in a deep, wide sea of sexual bliss, into which she plunged yet again.

'Oh, ohhhh' Mike gasped, 'Oh, Vicki.'

'Shoot it' she cried. 'Come on, just release it, give it to me, fill me with your juice.' Mike vision blurred as his prick swelled with cum. 'Cum in me.' Vicki whispered in his ear, as her body tensed up and waited eagerly for his eruption. Her muscles rippled against him; her contraction started with her inner lips and rippled deep inside her as she could feel his cum shooting ahead of her squeezing muscles, the head of his shaft swelling. Mike screamed out as his erection contracted, erupting deep inside her love tunnel. His load spewed out of the head of his shaft and roared as he spurted into her, his release sent waves up pleasure all through his body.

The sudden force of his release, made him instantly weak and blurry eyed. Vicki suddenly clung to him and dug at his back, and stared into his eyes as she felt thick and warm cum splashing hotly against her inner walls. 'Mike!' Vicki gasped as he arched his back and thrust deeper into her, pushing her hips up as his prick swelled in her, then contracted slowly, splashing a warm, long load of love juice against her pussy walls. Her muscles squeezed and drained him continuously as her orgasm took hold. Their lips slammed together and their tongues enmeshed fiercely, and Mike held her tight and as her thighs locked tighter behind him, he gave her several quick, fast, deep thrusts, spurting cum into her, overflowing her pussy. She groaned heavily from the relief.

After a moment of holding him gently against her, feeling his heart beat return to normal, she kissed him on his cheek as his cream flowed thickly from between her swollen pussy lips. Vicki rolled over on her side as Mike laid flat on his back, and smiled, then moved up over him as he cupped her face in his hands, and brought her down gently, for a kiss. 

As they both dressed, Mike reached into his pockets and handed her an envelope saying 'Perhaps we could try something a little more public next time, like the Airport.' Vicki smiled at him and without looking inside, slipped the envelope into her bag. 'It will be a pleasure. How are you for next Thursday?'



The Woods



There are places in nature that just suddenly catch your eye as being perfect. Waling through the woods yesterday, I saw just such a place. Secluded, yet not far from the road, a small clearing ringed with huge old pine trees. Dogwoods mingle with the pines, the blooms lending a certain scent to the smell of the pine. The ground is covered with pine needles, nothing grows up through the thick soft bed of needles. Sunlight is able to reach the ground only through shafts of light that change as the wind softly blows through the trees. They almost seem to dance over the ground. The breeze makes it through the thick forest in gentle breaths - just enough to keep the air alive with the smells of the nature. The perfect spot for two people to explore and enjoy the beauties of nature and the wondrous feelings that only can be created by a lover's touch. Such is a place that we visit today.

Leaving the confusion and rapid pace of our lives with the closing of the truck door, we walk slowly through the woods along the path I have chosen. The sounds of civilization fade with each footstep, being replaced with the peace and quiet of nature. Sparrows chirp as they dart from limb to limb, the distant soft pecking of a woodpecker as it taps the trunk of a tree adds rhythm to the music of such peaceful surroundings. High in the trees, a squirrel chatters and leaps from treetop to treetop. Smells of pine, flower blossoms, and the sweet scent of honeysuckle fill our senses. Suddenly, the path opens into our clearing. Taking a single step inside the idyllic setting transports us into another dimension, one where enjoyment and pleasure overshadow anything else. 

Spreading the blanket out over the bed of pine needles, we stand looking at each other for a moment and slowly lean forward until our lips touch. Soft at first growing more insistent with each passing moment, our tongues finding each other and probing the soft sensitive areas of our mouths. Our arms around each other, pulling the other closer and closer. The feel of our bodies pressing together - your soft breasts mashing against my chest, our hips pushing against the pressure of the other. Lost in the sensual feelings of the kiss, we slowly sink onto the soft bed that awaits us. 

Laying on your back, we continue our kiss as my fingers slowly and carefully undo each button of the shirt you are wearing. After the first two are undone, my lips trail down your neck, the scent of your soft perfume blending with the other delicious smells of our spot. Finding the swell of your breast, my tongue slips into the crevice between your mounds, exploring the soft sweet skin. Button by button, I uncover the delights of your body. A soft lacy bra holds the mounds of your breasts, the material pushed upward by the hardening of your nipples. Pulling the shirt free from your jeans, I rise up for a moment and let my fingers find and undo the front clasp of your bra. Slowly pushing the material aside, my palms sliding over your skin, the crinkled and firm flesh of your pink nipples comes into view. The warmth of my palms and fingers slips over them, the friction just enough to cause tiny flashes to flow through your body. Leaning forward, my lips find the firm flesh and pull it into my mouth. My tongue circles each one, leaving a wet trail that is cooled by the gentle breeze making them grow harder and longer. Moving down over your stomach, I kiss each section of skin. 

Fingers fight with the snap of your jeans and once undone, I move between your legs and pull them slowly down over your hips and push them free from your feet. Tiny cotton bikini panties cover your mound as I can see the wisps of hair peeking out from the edge. Leaning forward, I close my mouth over your mound through the material, my chin pushing against you as you feel my tongue probing and pushing through the soft cotton. The smell of your womanhood drifts into my nostrils causing the need and passion to increase. Pulling the panties aside, my tongue slips inside of you as deeply as I can reach. The salty wetness fills my mouth as I luxuriate in the delicious taste of your juices. I hear your soft moan and look up to see your hands and fingers teasing and tugging your nipples while I continue to explore you with my lips and tongue. 

Lifting your hips a little, I slide your panties off and lean back down to continue my explorations. The glisten of your juices sparkles as a shaft of light through the trees settles on your stomach. You feel the warmth of the sun on your body as I lick the length of your pussy, terminating the touch at the peak of your slit. I find the tiny shaft of your clit extending from its hood and slowly and very gently suck it into my mouth. My tongue glides across it in tiny touches, the soft suction of my lips providing a constant flow of electricity to flood your body. Pushing a single finger deep inside of you, I press upward and forward seeking the special place that enhances your pleasure. Once located, I push against the spot and continue to suckle you. The trembling of your thighs signals the beginning of your orgasm. My finger feels the rhythmic pulsing of your pussy, your moans echo through the clearing as your body explodes in a tremendous flow of feelings. "Oh god, that feels so good - don't stop" you cry as I continue do everything I can to make you feel good. Slowly your orgasm subsides and I leave the sweet center of your pussy to lay beside you and share a deep kiss - the taste of you on my lips and tongue spreading over your own lips. 

Pushing me over onto my back, you duplicate my initial movements. Your lips tease my tiny nipples to an almost painful state. My prick throbs against the pressure of my jeans until you free it as you slide them off my feet. The head peeks out the top of my briefs, the shaft plainly visible inside the white cotton. You close your lips around the shaft and nibble gently, my hips pushing up against you. I feel the touch of your tongue against the circumcised head - sensitive to the touch. Your fingers slide the briefs free and I can feel my balls being cupped in the soft palm of your hand. Your soft gentle caress of my nuts sends shivers through me as you close you lips completely around the head of my dick. Tongue exploring the tiny slit in the end, my salty pre-cum slipping into your mouth. My hips start an involuntary movement, forcing my prick to slide in and out of your mouth. With increasing suction, you pull your head up until only the flared corona of my prick stays in your mouth. "My god, that is wonderful" I manage to moan as you slip the length of me deep inside you mouth. Again and again you pull almost free, only the suction of your lips holding me inside your mouth. My hands slid over your body until I pull you around so I can reach the soft wetness of your cunt. Pushing my fingers inside of you, I duplicate your motions - each time my prick slides deep inside of you, so do my fingers. Each time you squeeze my balls, I rub your clit with my thumb. Soon I can stand the sensations no longer and warn you of my impending climax. The pull of your lips sends me over the brink as my first shot of cum splashes deep in your throat. You pull your head up until only the tip of my prick is in your mouth as you try and capture all the juices spurting from my prick. A tiny dribble leaks from your lips and runs down over your chin. Hands tangled in your hair, I pull you away from the sensitive head of my prick and up close against me. Again we share a deep kiss, this time I can taste my own juices on your lips. Hmmm, not bad. 

Although we have both had a tremendous orgasm, we are still unfulfilled. Sliding your hips over mine, you move your hips until the head of my still hard dick rests at the entrance to your pussy. Pushing downward, my prick slips effortlessly into the hot wetness of your cunt. The shaft of my prick slides over the swollen shaft of your clit, each inch sending more and more jolts of pleasure through your body. The hard nipples capping the softness of your breasts drag over my chest as you prop yourself up on your hands. Each movement of your hips makes them glide over my chest - the feeling exquisite for both of us. Our lips join in a non-stop kiss - deep, long slow kisses that are wet with our saliva. Our lips slippery as they mash against each other. 

Your movements on my prick feel wonderful - I could leave you there forever, but I know that the thrusting of my prick into you with me on top is your favorite. Pulling you close against me, we roll over without losing the contact of our groins. Laying atop you, I push deep inside of you, mashing my pubic bone against yours. The pressure of my hips presses against your clit as we start to move in perfect unison. I lift myself up until only my prick inside of you touches your body. Your hands and arms are over your head, grabbing and holding on to the blanket. Looking down as I thrust against you, I can see you breasts flatten out on your chest and shake with each pounding movement of my hips. My lips move down to lick and tease each nipple in turn, biting each gently as I switch back and forth. 

Our movements increase in speed as we approach a mutual explosion. No words are necessary - only the signals of our bodies. Your gasp and moan coupled with the sucking of your pussy send me over the top and with a strong pulse, my dick explodes deep inside of you. Blast after blast of jism splash into your pussy, this explosion far more powerful than before. Your pussy clenches so tightly that it is almost impossible to move in and out of you. We grind our hips together, lost completely in the sensations that flood our bodies. It seems to last an eternity, the feelings so intense. Barely able to move, we collapse in each others arms, turning on our sides, my prick inside of you, your leg thrown over mine. Soft gentle kisses, sweet whispers, and the slow gentle caresses of our hands lull us into a peaceful slumber. We sleep, joined together, comfortable with the knowledge that our awakening will only bring more pleasure.



The Woods



She pulled off the dirt road and onto a one-lane roadway. She followed it as far as her car would fit. She looked around, saw the small turn around and pulled her car into it. As she got out she could hear the engine of the ATV approaching. She looked up the narrow pathway and watched as he pulled into view. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him. He pulled down next to her and handed her a helmet. She slid it over her head as he turned the 4 wheeler around, when he pulled up next to her she put her hands on his shoulders and swung her right jean clad leg over the back, mounting behind him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pressing her tits into his back. He carefully drove up the path, as branches grabbed at them, she was glad he had told her to wear jeans, boots, and long sleeves. As they broke over a knoll she spotted their destination. 

When she had asked where they were going to go he had simply said, " Somewhere they wont hear you moaning or screaming." This morning she had been left a note with directions to the turn around and what to wear. The shack looked like it had been built for a hunting camp. It looked like it was no more then 2 to 3 rooms big. Her clit jumped in her jeans, her nipples got harder as they pulled up to the front door and stopped. She got off first, stood off to the side and waited for him to dismount. He dismounted took off his helmet, laying it across the seat, then turned and undid hers pulling off her head. As soon as her lips were visible below the helmet he began kissing her, he side tossed the helmet onto the seat and wrapped his hands in her hair. 

"Its been to long," he murmured, taking her hand he led her up the steps. He pushed open the door, leading her in. They stayed in the door way long enough for their eyes to adjust and she could make out the whole room. It was a living room sort of. There was a couch off to her right, then a recliner, to the left was a small kitchenette and as a divider of rooms was a square table with 4 chairs. She noticed 2 doorways leading from the main room; one she decided must be a bathroom. He led her into the middle of the room, once more turning and wrapping his hands in her hair as they kissed, her hands in his shoulder length hair. It is always so soft; she inhales deeply through her nose as they kiss taking in all his smells. Her hands leave his hair and unbutton his shirt sliding her hands through the reddish blond hair on his chest; she broke the kiss and lowered her head to his left nipple as she pushed his shirt off his arms. 

Her wet tongue flickered out licking his nipple, he moaned, pressing her mouth down to his nipple, she obeyed what his hands were telling her and sucked at his nipple. Her hands hand moved lower and were now undoing his jeans, sliding her hand in she grabbed his cock gently, teasing him. 

He stopped her by grabbing her head and turning it back up towards him. " You better get me all undressed before you get to carried away, " he said. She looked around and found the chair, she led him over to it and pressed gently for him to sit. He sat in the chair, as she lowered to her knees in front of him she remembered his shirt. She crawled back over to it and picked it up arching her back high so he could see how well her tight jeans defined her nice ass. She knew she was successful when he moaned and told her, " to get that ass back here." Hopefully that would avoid the punishment she would receive for leaving his shirt in a pile on the floor. She crawled back with it and folded it neatly and laid it on the floor next to his chair. 

Then she took hold of his left boot, fine black real leather that just slid on his foot, and pulled it off, she put that next to his chair then turned to the right one pulling it off, placing it next to the other. Then she pulled off both of his socks, straightening them out and folding them together placing them on top of his shirt. " I'm so glad you remembered, " he said.

She grabbed hold of the waistband of his jeans and pulled them down, he lifted his ass up to help her. She smiled as she remembered once when she tried to pull both his shorts and jeans down he rewarded her with an ass whipping that lasted for what seemed like forever. Since then she hadn't made that mistake again. She pulled his jeans off, folding them up and placing them on top of the pile. Then she turned her attention to his shorts; she could see his stiff cock poking them up into a tent. She leaned forward and gently kissed the head, then grasping the waistband with her teeth she pulled it down freeing his cock. It sprang out as she did this, she stopped momentarily knowing she would be punished but unable to resist and placed her mouth of his cock. He twisted his hands in her hair and told her, "stop it."

She did but reluctantly. She grabbed hold of his waistband again, finished pulling them off him and placed them neatly on the pile. Now he was completely naked. She moved between his legs and lowered her mouth again over his cock; her fingers massaged his balls as she took his cock deep into her throat. She stroked the underside of his balls with her right index finger, caressing it, and the thin area between his balls and ass. He moved in his chair, stretching his legs out lifting himself up out of the chair slightly, "lick my balls, little one." She obediently stopped sucking his cock and began licking his balls, and then she opened her mouth wide and sucked both balls into her mouth. He moaned very loudly and her finger rubbed gently against his asshole. It had been years but neither one of them had forgotten how to play the other. " That's the way," he moaned. She let go of his balls and licked below them, he arched his back for her and her tongue found the crack of his ass, and slithered over his asshole. He moaned very loudly now, she scootched a little lower on the floor and rolling her tongue she probed at his opening. She felt his body shiver. He suddenly grabbed her shoulders, "STOP!" 

She did, but she leaned back on her knees looking at him questioningly. He told her " get undressed." She stood up kicking off her boots, pulling off her bra and shirt at the same time, then pushing her jeans off, turning around so as she bent over to get them off her ass would be towards him. She had anticipated his touch but she still jumped when she felt his hot hand on her ass. He rubbed it gently as she freed her feet and kicked her jeans off to the side. As soon as she was clear he smacked her ass, then rubbed it gently where he had smacked it. It had been so long and her pussy immediately began to get wet. Whack! Again he smacked her ass with his hand then rubbed the rosy spot. She moaned loudly. His hand left her ass and her body twitched with anticipation. WHACK! Harder this time she jumped, moaning loudly. His hand rubbed the very warm spot. Then he ran his hand underneath to her pussy lips and his fingers slid in the warm wetness of her juices. She moaned as his fingers touched her sensitive bare pussy lips. "Turn around and stand up," he said. 

She obeyed him spreading her legs also knowing that was what he wanted. Anticipating each other’s needs with few words is what had made this relationship so good before. She waited even though she knew what the next instruction would be; she waited for him to tell her. It suddenly struck her that he had never seen her piercing perhaps in pictures but never in real life. She smiled as he stepped closer to her and again wrapping his left hand in her hair kissed her, as his right went down spreading her outer lips and his fingers flickered over her clit. 

He stopped kissing her, their mouths still locked together, his fingers ran over the ring before, she smiled around his lips and tentatively opened her eyes to watch the expression on his face. Had he really forgotten that she had done this? Or had he thought it would be different? She didn't know, and was unsure if she'd even find out. He stuck the tip of a finger through the ring and pulled on it, she moaned and arched her back so her body could follow the tug. He turned them in the room, slowly began kissing her again, and moved her backwards. Her bare ass hit something and they stopped. He put both hands on her hips, and as much as she would love for him to toss her up onto the table she knew she was to heavy and he wouldn't be able to, and she helped by lifting herself following his direction. 

The kiss broke. " Show me it," he said. She reach down between her legs and parted her lips so he could see her clit. The ring glistened with her pussy juices; the ball on it rested right on the head of her clit. She held her lips open he reach forward and slid it back n forth through the hole it made in her clit hood. He took his hand away, " play with it for me, but don't cum." She slid her index finger of her right hand down over her clit, pushing the ball lightly against her clit, slowly rubbing in a small circle. Her left index and middle finger in an upside down V held her lips apart so he could see. Then she dipped her right middle finger down into her pussy juices and brought the sticky juices up and rubbed it over her clit moving her middle finger and index finger to both sides of her clit she worked it up and down over her clit. She did this very slowly to tease both herself and him. He watched, reaching out to tweak her nipples, pulling her nipples up then letting them go her large tits bouncing down as the nipples slid out of his fingers. She worked her clit watching him watching her. 

He brought his hand smacking down on her right tit, hard enough to sting but not enough to knock the wind out of her; she moaned and writhed on the table. He could see the juices from her pussy running down the crack of her ass and soon would be forming a small wet spot on the table below her. She stole a look at his cock and could see the precum glistening on the head of his cock, she licked her lips. She wanted to suck the cum from his cock. She lifted her left leg gently and curled it around him sideways pulling him closer to her. He moved just out of her range and smiled at her. Grabbing up his cock he said," Do you want this?"

Just as she was about to answer yes, the alarm clock rang and woke her from this wonderful dream. She moaned as she rolled out of bed, wishing it was all true. 

Miss you Sir.



The Woods



Chapter One

He weaved his way through the overgrown foliage almost by second nature. It was a path he'd trekked many times, although it had been almost six months since he'd last hiked it. With a mild winter, things still grew readily, and as a result, there were a lot of limbs that would need to be cut back on his next trip. But that was for another day. Today was the first really perfect day of the short spring season central Texas usually experienced... low humidity, clear blue skies, and wildflowers in full bloom. He wasn't about to miss a minute of it doing trail maintenance - if you could call it a trail.

Once a campground, the acreage behind his home had long since gone the way of re-naturalization, which despite the deteriorating conditions, was actually to his benefit. Very few neighbors even had access to this wild area, and from the condition of the trail, it seemed those that did weren't utilizing it. Which was perfect... it meant he'd be alone. He always enjoyed his time alone outdoors, and he was excited today. Already, he could feel himself growing thick with anticipation, shifting heavily in his shorts with each step.

Not far away, she was relishing the day as well. Part of group of classmates who'd decided on a whim to go to Texas for spring break, she loved the outdoors and spending the day at the lake on a rental boat was the perfect way to start a week of much needed relaxation. It was great to get away from the stresses of school and her part of the world. Her only real concern now that they were there was how to get a little time to herself.

As her friends goofed around diving in and out of the boat, she eyed the shoreline and it's dense tree growth. Rocky cliffs rose in either direction from the outcropping of land near which they had anchored for the day. Far off to her left, at the peak of the gradual incline of limestone, she could see people peering down at the lake, golf course and boaters. They were close enough to tell apart boy from girl by what they were wearing, but not close enough to make out any details of their faces- in other words, a good hike. Just the ticket, she thought, as she turned back to watch her friends at play. Already well into the stash of beer, their faces were rosy from the unimpeded sunlight mixed with the dilating effects of the alcohol.

"Any of you guys wanna go on a hike with me?" she asked.

Her girlfriend, who was lying beside her, glanced back over her shoulder. "What'd you have in mind?" she asked, as she adjusted the small bit of material covering her butt so as not to get such a definite tan line. Earlier, she'd already removed her top.

"I want to go up there... where those people are," she said, pointing high up to the overlooking cliff's edge, dotted with figures.

"Looks like a lot of work to me. I thought we were here to relax, have fun... maybe meet a few cute guys," her friend replied as she watched a ski boat zoom by, loaded with frat guys hooting and hollering back at the scantily clad ladies. "But if that's what you want to do, don't let me stop you."

"Fine... I think I will."

She sat up, put on her sandals and cap, pulling her ponytail through the hole in back. Grabbing a small backpack, she eased into the water, holding the pack overhead. Her toes touched bottom just as the water reached her neck, but as she neared the shoreline, boulders provided footing for her to climb out. As she stood on one and slung her pack over her shoulder, she was both excited and nervous about setting out alone. She called back to her friend, who was turning over to lie on her back, pert young breasts glistening with tanning lotion, "If I'm not back in a couple hours, come look for me... I'll be somewhere between here and up there!" Her girlfriend nodded passively, clearly more intent on getting herself into a more seductive position before that ski boat turned and made another pass. She smiled as she turned back to the shoreline and made her way through the first row of bushes and trees.

The deeper into the woods he hiked, the warmer he became under the noonday sun, and soon he was sweating. Stopping briefly to remove his shirt, he peered through the trees along the cliff down to the river's edge. Several boats had already dropped anchor at the mouth of the creek as many more motored up and down the wide river into which it emptied. A few even had skiers in tow, though the water was still cool enough to require the use of at least a minimal wetsuit. He glanced down at the boat nearest the shore. There were half a dozen college-aged kids on or around it already having fun. One nicely figured girl was lying at the bow of the boat, sunning as she spoke to another. He packed his shirt and took a drink of water. Just as he was about to replace his pack, he glanced out again, and the girl had turned over... topless! A grin spread across his face as he realized it must be spring break. 'There'll be a lot of that going on this week' he thought to himself. 'Maybe I'll head downtown tonight and see what kind of trouble I can get into' his smile widening as he stole one last glance, then resumed his descent to the lush clearing at the base of this wild peninsula.

Five minutes later, he had reached the bottom and the trees started to thin, small pockets of meadow thick with wild grass and flowers springing up in to meet the direct sunlight. He could hear the music and screams of the spring breakers just beyond the lush tree line against the shore. Having been at their vantage point many times in years past, he knew it was impossible for them to see anything but a solid wall of leafy green... and then only if you were looking. There were always much nicer things to look at on the water, usually in the boat right next to you.

Comfortable with this privacy, he spread out a doublewide beach towel, followed by his favorite self-inflating camp pad. As he hooked the straps together that converted the pad to a chair, he heard a slight rustling in the woods, dismissing it instantly as deer shying away from his presence.

Once everything was set, he unbuttoned his shorts and slid them down his legs, kicking them to the side as he stood. The full force of the sun hitting his nude skin was an instant aphrodisiac, and combined with the knowledge that only thirty or so yards away was a cute, young topless woman, he felt his already thick member rise up to full attention. He stood there a moment, admiring himself in the sunlight. He was tall and, while not as tone as when he was the same age as the nearby partiers, was still reasonably fit.

The tanning membership during the overcast winter months had helped, too. He had a good base tan going, and was not afraid of burning as he reached down to grab the bottle of oil. He opened the cap and poured a bit into the palm of his hand, spreading it along his forearms. He repeated this process several times, working on the same arm when he got restless. 'This way will take forever' he thought, as he stepped to the side, away from the towel. He raised the bottle to his chest and upended it, literally pouring the oil all over himself. A rush of excitement coursed through him as he felt the warm, viscous fluid dripping down his chest and abdomen... around the base of his proud shaft... down the insides of his muscular thighs. He set the bottle down and, using both hands, began to slowly rub the oil all over his body.

It seemed like he was one big erogenous zone... everywhere he touched caused a ripple to course over his skin, which broke out in goose bumps despite the bright sunlight. Soon, every inch of his flesh was glistening like a gladiator ready for the fight. He lingered as his hands passed down the small of his back, over his buttocks... fingers playing along the crease. He brought one hand forward and gripped his swollen self, gliding lazily along its moderate length as the fingers of his other hand gently prodded and probed his tight hole. He leaned his head back and let out a low moan as he felt himself connecting with nature in every sense of the word. The sun shone red trough his lightly closed eyelids as he slowly, rhythmically traveled back and forth along his shaft. He never seemed to grow as large as when he was outside in the sun, and he loved the feel of his thickness in his hand. A shame he couldn't share it with anyone else, but exciting nonetheless. Another rustle of the deer slowly brought him out of his trance and with a final, evening spread of the oil, he lay down on the mat, reclining in the sun... glistening and thick. 

Her first thought as she pressed her way forward through the growth was that if it didn't let up soon, she'd have to turn back. How those other people had gotten up there, she'd no idea. Clearly, there was another way. Regardless, her shoulders and thighs were taking such a scraping from the rough branches that she was just about to give up when she saw an open area just beyond the next few trees. With some struggle, she made her way through and stood tall for the first time since she said goodbye to her friend. Easing the muscles in her lower back, hands on hips, she looked around to re-establish her bearings. She hadn't gone far... thirty feet or so... but while she could still hear her friends playing in the water and laughing, she felt a world-removed.

It was amazing how much the scenery had changed in such a short distance. The cool blues of water and sky had been replaced by the bright, fresh greens of spring, along with a mix of bluebonnets, sunflowers, and Indian paintbrush. As she relaxed to the swaying motion of the treetops in the trees, something caught her eye at the edge of the clearing. Looking closer, she could make out a figure moving.

Curious, she quietly crossed the meadow, discretely making her way closer, trying to be quiet. She squatted down in the shade and peered through the row of trees separating her from the next clearing. Her eyes squinted as she tried to be sure of what she was seeing. There was a man... well muscled and tall, probably in his thirties, spreading out a large beach towel. His tan torso glistened with sweat as he put together some sort of chair. Absentmindedly, her lips parted and her tongue snaked along them as she watched him getting ready to, apparently, sunbathe. Her eyes widened and her breathing stopped as she watched his next action... he unbuttoned his shorts and was taking them off - he was naked underneath!

Heart racing... she inched forward, trying to be wary of the dead leaves and branches underfoot, but eager to get a better view. Hugging the back of a small boulder, she peered over and watched as he started spreading tanning oil over his body. Her hiking plans quickly vanished as she watched him slowly pour the oil over himself. All she could see was his back and tight buttocks as he started to spread the oil around. She felt naughty as she watched, afraid of being discovered... but at the same time, she couldn't deny the damp heat between her thighs.

'If I could just get a little closer,' she thought as she took another step or two forward. She smiled as she watched his fingers disappear between his cheeks... "Mmmm... what fun.' She hastily shifted her weight behind the stone, freezing as she heard the snap of a branch underfoot. She looked back up and saw he had stopped and was getting ready to lie down. Her fear that she might be discovered was forgotten as she saw him turn around and lie back in his chair... he was huge! Her jaw dropped as she saw the thick, veiny member hanging semi-hard between his thighs. His pubic hair was closely trimmed and nicely framed this new work of art she wanted to admire more closely. She watched eagerly as he yawned, arms stretching overhead then interlocking behind his head. His eyes shut and he seemed to doze off.

It was only now that she realized what a precarious position she was in. It would be almost impossible to move in any direction without making some kind of noise, and now that he wasn't moving or otherwise occupied, surely he would hear her. She squatted down lower, until her butt seated firmly on the ground and she repositioned her legs. Unfortunately, she could no longer see his nakedness from this position without leaning far over to her right. But this was ok, as it gave her time to rethink her plan.

Glancing down between her legs, she was surprised to see the material at her crotch had gone very dark from the wetness that was soaking from her. 'God, I am so turned on right now,' she thought to herself. 'Wish I had some of that oil!' After a few minutes, she peeked around the boulder. He hadn't moved. In fact, judging from the steady rise and fall of his chest, he seemed to be dozing off. 'Great. Now what do I do?' she wondered, but her gaze drifted from his handsome face down his muscled chest and abs... coming to rest on the mass of flesh between his thighs. Again, her lips parted and a small moan escaped her. Slowly, she brought a hand to her wetness and was further surprised by the heat there. 'Well, I know one way to pass the time,' she mused.

Slowly, gently she raised her hips off the ground and slid her shorts off. Next, she untied the knots perched on either hip then let the moist triangle of material that made up her swimwear fall away. She could smell her sex instantly, and her arousal peaked. As she leaned to the side to spy on her prey, she brought a hand to her wet lips... weighing their puffiness... feeling them part under her touch. She gently slid a finger inside as she watched his chest rise and fall... subconsciously timing the rhythm of her finger to his breathing.

His cock was moving on its own... now swelling... now leaning... now shrinking slightly - always hovering in the zone between flaccid and erect. She wondered what he must have been dreaming about. She lay back gently on the ground, as quietly as possible, and her free hand untied the knot at the back of her neck. Pulling her top down, she gently lifted a breast... her fingers tweaking her nipples as she fantasized about the nude form in front of her. Sounds from around her seemed to disappear as she felt the walls of her pussy closing in on her fingers and she knew she was close.

Hips thrusting in rhythm to her fingers, she rocked back and forth on the ground as a quick but intense orgasm escaped her, along with a light squeal that left her lips seconds before she realized it was too late. The hand between her tightly-clamped legs stopped as she watched him stir and stretch, her heart racing once again not only from her orgasm, but also for fear... or want of discovery.

Chapter Two

Something brings me out of a deep sleep. Opening my eyes slowly to the blinding brightness, I take a moment to regain my bearings. Ahhh, yes... my secret place. I stretch out slowly, feeling the warmth of my skin as my hands drift back down my arms... over my chest. I reach over for my water and take a long sip... so refreshing. I feel myself shift in my lap and I glance down to see that my thickness has intensified though my erection softened during my nap. 'Everything's bigger in Texas,' I joke to myself as I set the water aside and reach into the bag to grab some "reading material" to further assist the mood.

I pull an adult magazine from the confines of my backpack, the cover promising to expose beautiful college coeds in only the most exposing positions. Very low class and dirty, I know, but what I'm in the mood for right now. As I set it to the right side of me and open it, my left hand slides up and down the top of my thigh, slowly working its way closer to my hardening shaft. I swear I smell sex in the air, and my mind returns for a fleeting second to the pretty little topless coed on the boat not a stone's throw from where I lay.

The first few pages open to a beautiful shorthaired blonde, stripping herself of a tiny bikini and posing against a jet ski. 'How appropriate,' I think to myself as the buzz of water bikes hopping wakes out on the lake drones in the distance. My hand slowly circles the base of my shaft, fingers under my balls, thumb closing in at the space between my pubic bush and cock. I give myself a gentle squeeze, thumb and forefinger closing to make a tight circle around my sex, which is now throbbing with anticipation and desire. Veins so thickly engorged, they seem to be laced on the outside of my skin rather than just below the sensitive surface.

I turn the page with my free hand to see my lovely fantasy woman kneeling down on the seat, leaning forward with her hands buried in the sandy shore, her ass turned up high... one of my favorite positions... begging to have a tongue thrust into her sex. I release my grip and fondle my balls, my sac nice and loose from the heat of the mid-day sun. My fingers drift lower... teasing the swell between my balls and my ass... pressing in... watching my cock surge from the increased pressure. I smile at my thickness then return my gaze to the next few pages.

She's getting a little raunchier now... fingers spreading her lips wide, revealing the depths of her inner self - again, my mouth waters. My hand drifts upwards, surrounding my cock with a loose fist, as I begin to stroke up and down. Last page of this spread and she is on her neck and shoulders, her back up against the side of the jet-ski, her legs curled over so that her knees are on either side of her head.

I drift off into fantasy... leaning over the other side of the seat, planting my face on her sex... sucking her wetness into my mouth... burying my tongue between those thick, pouty, shaved lips. She's pinching her nipples tightly... screaming out as the waves hit the shore and graze her shoulders. My palms are on her perfectly shaped ass... her youthful body void of any excess body fat, her tight and tone muscles quivering under my touch. As she screams louder in my mind, I scream out too, my fist driving out the first of many orgasms today. Thick wads of pearly come cover my abs and chest, as I fantasize I am tracing the outline of her asshole with my tongue as she shudders from her orgasm. The hand around my cock slows until it gradually stops. I collect some of the larger gobs of come with my fingers and bring them to my greedy mouth, tasting the slightly acid/salty liquid from my loins, making me that much hotter. I relax a bit... catching my breath. I must pace myself if I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon out here. I stand up slowly and spread some more oil over my backside, then lay down on my stomach. I nestle my head into my crossed forearms and drift off into the obligatory post-orgasmic nap, sated... for the moment. 

Your fear of discovery is soon replaced by need of release as you watch me through the trees. I'm looking at something while my hand fondles my swelling cock. Your mind clears as you watch the scene before you, this older man... outdoors... naked... oily... masturbating himself. It's a scene you've often conjured up in your own fantasies and one you achingly want to participate in. But as you realize this, you also think that this is the perfect time to get out of this danger zone. I am highly preoccupied to say the least. 

You've spied an outcropping of rocks behind where I lay, and think that from somewhere amongst them, your view will surely be better, not to mention safer. But you'll have to go around the long way if you are going to do it undetected, so with a last, longing look at the view ahead, you tiptoe back to the far edge of the clearing and try to work your way through the dense pockets of underbrush, fighting the desire to stop a moment and get dressed or press on so as not to miss the action. You side with the later and it is not long until your naked form emerges from the undergrowth onto the rocky outcropping that climbs its way alongside and behind the meadow where I lie.




The Woods



Ignoring the burning sensation on the soles of your feet, my moans of pleasure draw you onward. You nimbly work your way over the crest of the mass of boulders only to see me dipping my fingertips into the pools of creamy-white liquid freshly scattered across my torso, bringing them to my lips and sucking gently. You sink down between two rocks as I stand and pour some more oil into my hands, again spreading it across my backside. As I lay down facing away from you, you rise up a bit from your new vantage point, gazing down at my slick golden form prostrated on the towel. My thighs are spread wide, and you can see my thick cock and balls wedged back between them, glistening with oil and my come. The sun sparkles in a sheen along my ass and the back of my legs, and you realize that, if nothing else, the view is better from here. Thinking me asleep again, you decide to work your way closer and creep down the boulders. 

Scaling over and around, you move a few yards closer to me when suddenly your foot hits a loose rock and you are sent tumbling, a mild pain stabbing into your ankle as you cry out. Thoughts of me cease as you frantically try to catch yourself from your fall. Heart galloping, you push yourself up to a sitting position and look at your ankle... at least it's not an open wound. You try to stand; delicately testing its strength, realizing it wasn't as bad as you thought. You begin brushing the dirt off your hands, butt and legs, bending slightly as you do.

"Maybe this will help," I say, offering my towel to you. You are shocked as you suddenly remember my presence and feel your face turning bright red as you slowly turn to meet my gaze.

I smile warmly and ask, "Are you ok? From the sound of it you took a nasty spill."

You reach out to take the towel from me and see me standing naked before you. You are suddenly reminded that you, too are naked and you frantically attempt to cover yourself up with the towel.

"Oh, please, don't do that on my account," I say arms held up far and wide. "You're in good company here. Besides, I think it's only fair. You've been watching me for a while, after all, and I've only gotten to see just a little of you. You look delicious." My gentle demeanor sets you at ease and you let the towel fall as you use an end of it to wipe the finer dust from your skin.

"You knew I was here? But, how?" you asked.

"Well, when you come down here as often as I do, you get to know what sounds are normal for the surroundings. Some of your sounds weren't... err... normal for out here."

You blush as you remember your earlier orgasm, head bowing low. As your eyes look back up to mine, I continue.

"But I didn't really know for sure how close you were until I saw your naked little body sneaking away. I should have covered up, but I was really turned on that I was being watched, so I just continued. And it was fantastic, by the way. Thank you."

Shyly you reply, "You're welcome. But I think you would have done just fine without me, judging from your book there."

It's my turn to blush. "Well, that may be true, but I'd much rather look at the real thing. And now that we are aware of one another, wouldn't you like to join me? I've got some water at least. I even brought a bottle of wine, if you'd prefer. I was just thinking of opening it when I was suddenly - distracted," a grin playing across my lips while my hand extends to assist you down the last step. 

"I don't know. My friends are right there," you say, pointing towards the sounds coming from beyond the trees, before you grab my hand. "Maybe I should just go back with them."

"Suit yourself," I reply. "But the offer stands. If you choose to stay, you can go whenever you like, and you are under no obligations. I'd love your company, though, and whatever you decide, I'm going to continue where I left off. That is, if you're sure you are ok." I glance questioningly down at your ankle.

"Well... maybe for a little while. A drink does sound awfully good right now," you answer, as the giddy sound of your drunken friends floats over the treetops. Together, we walk back to where I was earlier, and you help me spread the towel out wider. I offer to rub some oil on your skin, so you turn with your back to me. We talk easily, getting to know a little about one another as my hands glide over your warm skin, massaging gently. You twist and lie on your tummy, allowing me access to the rest of your backside, but first I wipe my hands off and open the bottle of Merlot. Handing you a glass, I return to my task and drizzle the oil along the backs of your thighs and calves... then back up over the swell of your cute ass.

"Mmmm... this wine is good," you tell me.

"It's from a little winery in Fredericksburg, about an hour and a half from here. You should visit while you guys are here. It's a great little tourist town." My hands slip and slide easily over your flesh, and as they knead your cheeks, you part your legs slightly... just enough to let me see that your sex is already well lubricated. My cock jumps as my mouth waters, but I chivalrously return my attention to your back until I deem you appropriately covered and protected.

"Mmmm... thank you, that felt wonderful. Just the right amount of lingering in all the right places," you say with a sarcastic grin as you look back over your shoulder.

I am busy rubbing my chest down with fresh lotion and easing back into my chair-mat as I smile at you and wink, "Years of practice, my dear. Usually, however, I'm rubbing myself."

"About that," you say, turning onto your side and drawing one thigh upward. My eyes can't help but drift to your ample breasts and pert nipples. "I hope I'm not interfering with any plans you had. I mean, I wouldn't want to keep you from doing anything you wanted to." Your gaze falls down my frame and settles in my lap, where my sex is swelling to its semi-hard state. "To be quite honest, I was attempting to get a better view before I slipped."

"Nothing like front-row, center," I coyly reply, taking another sip of wine, then setting my glass down. My thighs part slightly and my feet come together so that my legs form a sort of diamond shape. I reach for the oil, but you stop me.

"Oh, allow me," you say with a sultry grin. "That way you can use both hands."

With that, you hold the inverted bottle over my sex, and I cup my balls as instructed. I moan heavily as the oil courses its way along my shaft, pooling in my palms. I start my fingers working... fondling myself as you drip the oil over your own nipples. Watching you, I surround the base of my shaft with my hand and twisting upwards, spread the oil over my thickness. You begin playing with your nipples as you lean up on an elbow, your upper thigh turning up and out, setting your foot behind your opposite knee, your slippery sex now in plain view. I squeeze myself firmly as I alternate hands in downwards glides simulating a continuous entry, as I watch your outer lips part from the blood rushing to them.

You drizzle oil down your side... over your hip... along the outer edge of your upper thigh all the way to your knee, before setting the bottle down. I watch as the slippery rivulets course down your inner thigh then drip onto the inner surface of your other. Your hand snakes its way upwards, fingernails grazing your tender flesh as you approach your gaping sex. Your clear fluids have already begun to seep from you and are dripping down towards your ass as you spread your labia with two fingers. Your middle finger dips in between... wiggling momentarily... then withdraws, shiny from your own fluids mixing with the oil. Your scent is intoxicating.

My hands shift direction and begin pulling on my cock in a continuous exit, my cut foreskin wrinkling around the ridge of my swollen head. As your supporting hand fondles your dangling breast, your other starts working in and out of your pussy in a slow, steady rhythm. I synchronize my strokes with yours, both hands twisting and pumping along my length, my fat head poking out from my tight grip as I bottom out. You squeal out in that familiar gasp as your first mini-orgasm takes you by surprise, and your fingers pick up the pace, the hand playing with your nipple now reaching down to massage your clit. You turn more onto your back, legs interlocking with mine, putting your feet together in a similar fashion. Our longing eyes alternate glances between passion-filled faces and blood-engorged sex. We continue along this steadily increasing ascent of pleasure, our moans and cries getting louder and more careless. My eyes close and I throw my head back as an exceptionally intense sensation courses through my cock.

Suddenly, you are straddling me, snapping my eyes open. "I can't take it anymore... I need you. Now!" you pant as you reach behind your hips and grip my slippery shaft. Squatting above me, you lower yourself onto my rigid cock... letting gravity slowly pull you down. I gasp as I feel your liquid heat surround me and cry out as your tight young muscles spasm around my circumference... resisting their need to stretch to accept my girth and length. I feel myself drift off into a bright, dimensionless void as you continue easing yourself down onto me. Time seems to have stopped, and our only sense of measurement is how lazily and deeply I sink into you.

Your slow movement upwards brings me back to the present, and I feel your nails digging lightly into my chest as your hips pause just at the top of your stroke. The head of my shaft is so swollen, it feels as if it would be impossible for me to disengage from you. You slide down again, and I can feel that your channel is accepting more of my length, our bodies adjusting to one another. After a few of these slow, deliberate strokes, I am not bottoming out until your inner thighs are resting fully on mine, with my entire length inside of you. You let out a long, slow sigh as you relax your legs and rest your sex on mine.

I feel you shift more of your weight onto my chest as you start grinding into me with slow gyrations. There is no movement in or out... just smooth and wide arcs. The subtle details of your walls surrounding me excite my cock. I feel your clitoris as a hard nub pressing into my pubic mound and I want to look down to watch, but your eyes are so beautiful right now. You seem to have been made for this moment and I decide to surrender myself completely to it.

As your smoky gaze intensifies, your hips pull up slowly. My cock is pulsing against you in time with my racing heart and just as it feels like I will slip out, you lower yourself gently. You continue these long, slow strokes, gently working into a steady rhythm, riding me with full strides... my engorged head keeping us connected at the apex. My eyes travel down your lovely frame, pausing at your full breasts, prominently pressed forward between your arms, your eraser-sized nipples just begging for attention. I tilt my head forward and take one between my lips, sucking it deeply... swirling my tongue around it... tasting the mixture of the oil and your sweat as I nibble gently. A low moan escapes your wet lips. Switching sides, I attend to your other nipple more roughly, and I sense your eagerness as you quicken the pace.

I break away from you, my eyes traveling further down, following the crease dividing your softly-defined abs, lingering at your navel, wishing I were flexible enough to circle my tongue there as we ride. I gaze lower still to the tiny, well-trimmed bush perched just above your full lips, which I watch slip wetly up and down me. My hard, thick shaft disappears deep inside your tightness, then reappears, glistening and rippled with blood-engorged vessels.

My hands grip your slender waist as you reach the peak of the next stroke, holding you firmly in place, then driving my own hips upward, my thighs smacking your ass loudly as our bodies connect with more force. I fire several volleys in this way, your nails drawing blood as you scrape them down my chest, screaming out loudly in our secluded little outdoor world. All other sounds have vanished... all I can hear are your screams and the liquid sounds of our lovemaking echoing off the canyon walls. Sweat stings my eyes as I open them and look at your face... the perfect image of raw passion... bordering on a grimace... streaks of hair matted to your sweaty forehead and shoulders. The muscles of your neck strain each time I drive my member deep and hard inside your swollen, slippery cunt. 

"God, yes!!! Fuck me... FUCK ME!" you plead, as you thrust your tight ass backwards to meet each upward drive of my hips. My cock has swollen enormously, and I can feel your grip on it starting to tremble and quiver, hinting that you are approaching release.

Suddenly, I lean forward and push you down onto her back, spreading my thighs along either side of your body as I sit up. My hands travel to the crease behind your knees, bending them and pulling your feet to rest on my chest, then slipping my palms down your long, smooth inner thighs. I push them wide and stare down at your gorgeous sex gripping my half-inserted cock. I rock forward until our bushes meet, gyrating my hips over and over before I slip back out. 

I gasp as your lips part and your swollen clit peeks from underneath its hood. Your hands, previously on your face, slide down your neck and over your full breasts, rolling your thick nipples between thumbs and fingers. As I drive myself in and out, your hands travel further south, one parting your lips and finding your nub of pleasure... the other slipping behind you... reaching between our bodies... finding and grabbing my loose balls. As your grip tightens on me, you frig your clit furiously and I feel your pussy clench my cock with your next orgasm. I gradually increase my pace, hoping to help you stay on the crest of this pleasure-wave.

As my balls get too tight for you to keep hold of with my full strokes, you release me and bring that hand back over your head, bracing yourself to the ground above you against the onslaught of my thrusts. Your breasts jiggle nicely each time my cock and thighs smack into you. I relish in this image of passion as I sense that your pussy is literally vibrating around my shaft as the hand over your sex moves furiously. Copious amounts of fluid are squirting out of you each time I drive forward, bathing me in your wetness, and the slipperiness of our sex combined with your raw beauty is bringing me so close, I am teetering on the edge, crossing the point of no return.

Your legs slip around my waist, pulling me into you... urging me deeper... faster. Your cries are becoming more insistent, as your orgasm continues. I slip my hands under your firm ass, lifting you slightly more in line with my shaft, allowing for that last inch of penetration. You scream out, eyes and mouth wide open as you feel my head slam against your cervix. Your supporting hand reaches beneath you, and I soon feel an added pressure against the underside of my cock, slowly realizing you've slipped your fingers deep into your ass.

As you minister to your clit and ass, your pussy grips me tighter, and my attention is focused on the ensuing orgasm brewing inside me. I can feel it coursing from my tight, heavy balls up to my prostate then descending finally to the thick fleshy bulb between my cock and ass. Your wiggling fingers deep in your backside finally push me over, and with one last drive that uses the combined force of every muscle in my body, I erupt explosively inside you, both of us screaming out loudly in unison.

Birds suddenly take flight, frightened by these unfamiliar sounds, as our bodies become one, gripped in the throes of this ultimate pleasure. I pull back and drive deep a second time, emptying more of my liquid self into you. We've swollen so tightly together that I can see my pearly fluid seeping back out of you with each contraction of my cock. 

"Taste..." I hear you plead, and even before I comprehend what you just said, I am forcefully pushed back, my purple member popping free with a thick, wet sound. Soon, you are on your knees between mine and your mouth engulfs me. Deeper and deeper I slip, until I am sure I am somewhere in your throat. One hand cups my tight sac and begins gently but forcefully kneading. I tense spasmodically as I feel fingers wiggle past my sphincter, slipping deep inside and curling forward. As wonderful as my orgasm felt initially, it was nothing compared to all these new sensations at once. I brace myself as you continue the strong suction, your nose tickling the sparse dark hair surrounding my cock, while your fingers massage my prostate.

My orgasm continues, actually increases, and I feel as if I can die right now, free of regret. I feel my cock slip from the strange tissues of your throat as you come up for a gasp of air and shudder as you slam your mouth back down around me. A pool of come escapes your swallow and lies glistening on my pubic hair. Your fingers in my ass continue to work every ounce of come from me, and your throat muscles tickle my throbbing cockhead. Just as my contractions become slightly painful, you release my cock from your mouth and look up at me appreciatively.

"Oh, my God... that was so much better than I'd imagined," you gasp, still trying to catch your breath. "I knew from watching you earlier that you came a lot, but that was simply amazing."

Attempting humor in my dazed state, I answer, "We aim to please." I notice that I, too, am panting rapidly. Your fingers are still inside me, though not nearly as deep, and you move them in and out shallowly... just enough to provide subtle stimulation and give me something to grip as my post-orgasmic contractions diminish. Your other hand is collecting the come that seeps out with your pumping action, pausing occasionally to carry it to your lips, licking your fingers seductively, just as I did earlier in the day. 

Gradually, all my muscles relax and you withdraw your fingers slowly. You crawl up to lie alongside me. Breathing heavily and rapidly, I'm at a loss for words. The beauty of our surroundings eases back into our consciousness, as we drift off into a brief nap... naked, spent and warm.



The Woods



Kira is a beautiful girl. It has caused her problems at times, but then there are times it has worked in her favour. Take the innkeeper - it wasn't the first time he had sent her to the soldiers who come into the village. Kira didn't complain, most of the time they were nice, some even gave small tokens or coins. Besides it was better than serving in the main hall when the townsmen came to drown their anger and pain in ale. The other serving girls didn't make it any easier as most of them were jealous of Kira. Many of the serving girls had constant cuts and bruises from the rough treatment of the townsmen. No the soldiers weren't so bad – usually.

These soldiers were different. Kira was a simple girl with simple pleasures, she didn't pay much attention to politics and power shifts. She figured it was best to leave that to the people who know it best – the nobles. One thing Kira did know was the uniforms of the soldiers that had come to the village in the past – these men were new. These men had a air of danger around them, as if to warn people that where they went death was soon to follow.

As expected Kira was told to keep the soldiers company. "Make them happy" the innkeeper told her "whatever they want." The other serving girls snickered at her bad luck. Before leaving the room the innkeeper turned back "Beth, you go with her. Whatever they want."

Kira and Beth headed up the stairs to the soldiers' rooms carrying trays laden with food and ale for the men. There were six soldiers of varying rank, the two senior officers shared one room, the other four in the room down the hall. "You take the junior officers" Beth told Kira, "and don't be looking for help from me – I'll be busy enough on my own."

Kira approached the door, knocked and was let in. Was it the room was really small or were all these men really big? Kira stepped into the room and looked for a space to put the tray down. Before she could ask the men started pawing at her and making rude remarks. "Don't spill that ale, wench" the largest one told her as he grabbed the hem of her skirt and tore a slit up to her hip. Kira knew she would be lucky to get out of this alive.

One of the soldiers behind her jostled her shoulder, causing Kira to drop the tray. Food flew in all directions and the ale jugs broken apart, the ale running between the floor boards to the rooms below. "Stupid bitch!" the big soldier growled as he struck her across the face. The soldiers all started laughing at the sight she made cowering on the floor, with a red mark spreading across her face.

The laughs were cut short by a high scream followed by a man's shout. The soldiers rushed out the door to check on their superiors. Kira heard jumbled bits of yelling. She pieced together enough to know that Beth was dead (or soon would be) at the hands of the senior soldiers. She knew this was the only chance she would have so she moved to the window and climbed out. Luck was with her and she jumped into a hay filled wagon before rolling to the end and off. As soon as her feet hit the ground she heard a shout from the window above. Kira took off running.

Kira knew that no one in the village would help her – she had no money to offer and they wouldn't risk their own lives to save hers. She knew the soldiers would catch her if she kept to the road – they had the advantage of horses. Dread settled in her stomach as realized she would have to entered the haunted woods.

Kira didn't believe the woods were actually haunted, but there were stories of strange sounds coming from the woods. Any woodsman who entered were never seen again. A healer had gone into the woods as a short cut many years ago - he came out of the woods, but he was never the same. He wouldn't talk to anyone and spent less and less time in the village. The townsfolk believed he went insane from the ghosts.

Behind her Kira could hear the pounding of horses' hooves on the hard ground and the yells of the soldiers giving chase. She headed into the trees and what she hoped was a chance at safety. Almost immediately the soldiers had to lose the horses – the trees were too close together to make any speed on horseback. For what seemed like hours, Kira could hear the men behind her giving chase. The men were getting closer, crashing through the brush. Kira heard the wind start to howl through the trees. The branches of the mighty trees began to creak and sway. Kira heard a man scream. The injured man moaned into the silence a moment before starting to scream again. The scream was cut short.

Terrified Kira bolted further into the woods. The wind got stronger and then all the men were screaming. It was dusk when she escaped the inn, but under the canopy of the trees it was already dark. Exhausted & scared, her fear keeps her moving. Unexpectedly Kira stumbles into a clearing. Looking up she can see the velvet night sky alight with moon and stars. There is a gentle river with a small pool. 

Knowing she can go no further and beyond caring what may happen to her, Kira moves to the stream. She takes a long drink from the cool water. Looking at the pool, she removes her tattered clothes to bathe in the pool, her only light coming from the moon shining brightly above. As she sits in the pool, she is surrounded by the sweet smell of the night-blooming flowers around her. Her muscles begin to relax and she begins to feel light headed. 

Not wanting to fall asleep and drown in the pool, Kira climbs out the moonlight shimmering on her wet body. Kira moves to the remains of her clothes and lays down. Exhaustion claims her mind and body causing her to fall asleep under the stars.

Something is different. Kira's mind isn't working properly, almost like she is drugged. It is still dark, but she is no longer laying under the stars. Kira can feel the thick vines that binding her and the rough bark of the tree behind her. The vines have leaves, and there is one tickling the nipple of each of her breasts. The tips are already hardened. As her mind clears she feels two large leaves covering her eyes, probably tied by more vine. 

Kira gasps as she feels fingers gently stroking her all over. The pressure increases a bit – not painful, but enough to make her moan. "Who's there?" she calls out. There is no sound but the sigh of the wind through the trees. Kira cannot tell anything about her tormentor – is it a man or a woman?

Hands grip her ankles and spread them apart. Kira knows there is something strange about these hands, but she still can't think clearly. As more hands begin to stroke between her legs, she no longer cares. Light caresses on the delicate skin of her inner thigh. Slow progress up the wet folds of her pussy and back towards her anal opening. She can't help but respond with a gentle rock and twist of her hips and a little moan escapes her parted lips. The scent of her sex juice mixes with the scent of the flowers in the air.

The hands withdraw and Kira can feel something thicker move between her legs. Believing it to be a man's cock Kira begs "Please sir, release me." In response Kira feels the cock stroke back and forth in her wet slit. Slowly it penetrates her, moving in and out so slowly it's almost torture. She feels it leave entirely and a small disappointed "oh" escapes. In response perhaps, the cock comes back filling her in a single thrust. "Yes!" She screams, cumming immediately.

The cock remains firm and continues to plunder her delicate flesh. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Sometimes hard, sometimes gentle. Kira can feel the bark of the tree scratching her back & the vines dig into her body as she writhes. Unable to stop herself she comes again. And again.

"Please, tell your name sir" she asks. She drifts off to sleep in the silence.

While she slept her arms had been release to rest at her sides, restoring circulation. As Kira regains consciousness, she feels her arms once again raised over her head. Remembering what has already transpired, her juices start to flow. Once again her musk rises in the air around her.

The hands around her ankles lift her legs in the air – she is completely suspended but it's not painful. It feels like she is bent over from the waist, only upside down. In this position her pussy and asshole are completely exposed and accessible.

As before she first feels the touch of the hands, stoking and teasing. The cock feels bigger this time as it enters her pussy – it seems to reach right into the core of her. As it pumps in and out of her, her juices begin to run through her crack and over her anus before dripping to the ground. Kira can feel fingers massaging around the cock as it pummels into her.

The fingers use her cream to lubricate her asshole. "No, not that!" she cries, but the fingers take no heed. The fingers penetrate her virgin ass. "Oh Goddess help me" she cries and squirms as much as she can. But she cannot move and must let her tormentors have their way. 

Kira's squirms change to work with the fingers. Moans and sighs escape her lips regularly, it feels so good. The fingers retreat and are replaced with another cock. At first it was a little painful while her tunnel was being stretched, but it soon became worth it as the pain resided and Kira felt stuffed full of cock.

Calling out to her tormentors, she bids them not to stop. "Oh, yes. Harder. Faster." She cries as her crisis approaches. Her inner muscles convulse pulling both cocks even deeper inside her. Kira screams her release with her hardest cum yet. As her breathing returns to normal, she notices that once again the woods are silent except for the sound of the rustling leaves.

Kira's legs are lowered again, and kept spread wide. The cock in her ass has pulled out, but the one in her pussy is still as hard as ever. She feels it begin to pulse. "Yes, cum in me" she calls. At that the leaves covering her eyes fall away. Puzzled for a moment Kira cannot believe what she sees. There are no men. She is being fucked by the very trees. The cocks she felt are actually thick vines. The fingers, thinner vines. As she takes this all in the vine remains in her pussy and begins to pulse stronger.

"Yes" she says and feels a warm liquid burst from the vine filling her, before the excess runs down her leg mixed with her own juices. The vines released her, laying her gently at the base of the biggest tree she'd ever seen. "Thank you" she said, and the leaves swayed slightly even though there was no breeze.