It was the first day of spring, a glorious day after a long, dark, bitter winter. It was a perfect day to visit the forest. Darla hadn't been there since the end of autumn when the cold settled in for the season.
After a quick early lunch, she threw on a light button up cotton shirt, a light sweat shirt, khaki shorts, and some good hiking shoes. She left the girls free, after conforming to social norms and keeping them imprisoned in socially correct restraints all winter, she felt they deserved freedom, like the spring giving freedom to all the new growth and life breaking free from their long winters hibernation. She grabbed a small day pack with snack, water and other hiking necessities, hopped in the car and drove to the parking lot at the base of her favorite trail through the state forest.
It was such a nice day, after a mile or so she took off the sweat shirt and tied it around her waist. She had been through these woods a hundred times, and today was one of the prettiest. The leaves were budding nicely, and all the flowering trees were in full bloom. There's nothing prettier than a forest full of new life, the colors of dogwoods and other woodland flowers. Wild flowers were poking through the leaf mold everywhere, especially where the sun was brightest under the thick budding branches. The forest was alive with the sights, sounds and smells of spring. She liked walking bra-less, the feel of the cotton against her nipples as she hiked, with the small firm girls swaying and bouncing lightly with each step, felt naughty and erotic.
As she walked up a steep hill, following one of her favorite trails, she noticed a small path to the left she had never seen before. Being in a great mood, almost aroused, with the great spring weather under the forest that she loved, she decided to take the path never taken before.
Pretty soon she could tell this path was taking her up to a peak she had only seen from other paths. She remembered seeing a nice little cabin on the top of that peak, and had wondered how to get there. She had been all through this forest, on every side of that cabin, and never saw a path leading there before. Exploring a mystery, she was getting very excited.
After about a steep uphill mile on this new path, she found herself abruptly in a small clearing in the woods right at the top of the peak. It was surrounded by a nicely maintained split rail fence. In the small yard in front of the cabin was a beautiful collection of wood carvings. A great brown bear standing high on it's two hind legs, one paw reaching even higher. A majestic eagle, with wings fully spread. A great snowy owl, a seven point buck, and a fantastic dog that looked very much like her golden retriever. They looked very lifelike, except they were obviously wonderfully carved wood. She had seen a number of nicely done wood carvings before, but these were by far the best she had ever seen. The artist was truly talented. Darla was usually very shy, almost timid, but the thought of meeting the artist drove her to cautiously walk past the wonderful carvings, and knock gently on the cabin door.
After a few minutes, she heard nothing and was starting to turn and leave when the door opened. First thing she saw were the eyes, a brilliant blue, beneath a full head of wavy black hair. There was some saw dust sprinkled in his hair, and on the front of his shirt and pants. He was tall, taller than Darla and she was over 6 feet, and she could see the bulging muscles under his shirt. He had a warm smile and bright white straight teeth. Not those fake pure white many people she knew have from too much bleaching. These were just very nice white teeth in a brilliant smile. He had nice full cheeks on each side of his wide smile, and a nice strong looking chin. She wasn't sure how old he was, he looked to be in his early 20's, but seemed very mature. As she looked in the deep blue pools of his eyes, she thought she could sense a deep wisdom. She couldn't call him beautiful, but very handsome and masculine. The smell of pine wood was strong, but underneath that, she could smell a nice fresh sweetness. She almost melted at the sight of him, and stood there just staring.
When he spoke, it startled her, and she almost jumped. "Hi, I don't usually have visitors way out here, but it's a wonderful surprise to see such a beautiful sight on such a beautiful day."
She just stammered "Hi."
"So, what brings you out to see me."
Getting a little braver, she risked more than just a single word. "I... I saw your cabin and thought it was nice, then I saw your carvings and I couldn't resist knocking, hoping to see the artist."
"Well, now you've seen," he said, spreading his long muscular arms wide, "hopefully I haven't disappointed you." She just smiled, like a stupid mute. "Would you like to come in and see some more of my woodland creatures?" he asked.
"Sure, that would be very nice," she blurted out, then realized she just accepted an offer into a strange man's home, in the middle of nowhere. She was very nervous but also very excited. This was turning into much more of an adventure then her original plans for the day.
"By the way, my name is Daniel." "Hi, I'm Darla."
"Darla, that’s a beautiful name, it fits you very well." "Thanks."
He stood back, inside the cabin holding the door open, and she walked in, hesitating a bit as she walked past him.
Once inside, as she first looked around the one room cabin, she could see a whole forest of his work. They were lit by sunlight coming in through two large skylights and a large window on the west wall, and two small windows flanking the front door. Filling most of the east wall was a large fireplace with a great wooden mantle place. A small fire was burning in a corner of the fireplace with a small pot hanging from a hook above the fire. The aroma from the pot was very tantalizing. By the back wall, in the early afternoon sun streaming in through the skylights, in front of a large sliding wood door was a female elk sculpture, a huge majestic creature. It was obviously not yet completed, the back half was only a vague shape of the work of art it would become.
Elsewhere in the small cabin were tables and cabinets filled with smaller masterpieces, displaying nearly every creature that can be found in the surrounding forest, in many different poses. There was also an unusual piece of furniture, a strange looking chair. It had a very small seat and unusually placed softly padded arms, starting low near the small seat, then rising gently and at a wide angle from the seat. The back look adjustable, and softly padded like the arms.
Darla walked over to the nearest table. Then she started to reach for one, paused and asked, “May I touch one.” He nodded yes. She picked up a very realistic looking squirrel. She could feel every tiny hair on the squirrel fur delicately carved into the small wooden figure. "These are wonderful," she said quietly.
"They keep me busy, I love being here in this forest, living with the creatures here, capturing their likenesses in the native wood."
“Do you ever sell any of your carvings,” she asked timidly.
“No, I don't think anyone would want to buy any of these.”
“But they're wonderful, I would love to have one of them. You could pay a lot of bills selling these.”
“Sorry, but they all belong here in the forest. And I don't have much in the way of bills.” She looked at him, puzzled at what he meant by that.
Daniel picked up a small carved chipmunk, and continued, “Each of these are important to the forest. People mostly think of the larger animals. Most people seem to think size is more important, but even these little ones are important in the forest." Thinking about large, she glanced quickly at his pants, then away again just as quickly, feeling embarrassed. She thought about him, how strong he looked, and wondered how large he was inside those pants. He tenderly picked up another tiny chipmunk that had been next to the creature in Daniel's hand, looking at it intently, then placing them back on the table. She notice how gentle he was, even with those bulging hard muscles. She could feel her nipples harden, and she was getting the nice feeling between her legs that she liked when she was alone in bed at night exploring herself.
Darla glanced around the room, and noticed on one table in the corner, and on shelves on the wall behind it, the carvings were not furry woodland animals. "Snakes maybe," she thought, so she walked over to the table for a better look. Once she realized what they were, she stopped, blushed a bit, and said "Oops, I thought they were snakes." Letting out a nervous giggle, she looked back at Daniel knowing her cheeks must be a fiery red now.
Daniel chuckled softly, "I wouldn't consider them as some of my best work, but there are some people who do like them, apparently there is a large demand for phallic symbols. Sorry if they embarrassed you, there are plenty of other less ... ummm ... delicate ... carvings to take your mind off those."
"I'm not embarrassed," she said, smiling shyly, hoping the red was receding from her cheeks. She didn't have much experience with men yet but she wasn't a kid anymore. She had dated a few guys, but none that she really liked so very little happened so far. She had seen the male body in paintings and sculptures in museums, and even a few brave times in pictures and videos on the internet. They always got her excited, and sometimes thinking about them in the privacy of her bedroom at night, she would explore her own body, learning the secrets of her own sexuality and sensuality. She thought about that now as she looked at the wonderful collection of long, slender carvings on the table.
After her beautiful walk though the forest on first day of spring, she was already feeling excited, and somewhat aroused. Now, seeing dozens of perfectly formed erect wooden penises, and thinking again about Daniel's pants, her arousal blossomed quickly. She could feel her inner muscles tighten a bit, and a warmth spread across her body. "Can I touch one?" she asked without thinking.
"Of course, if you really want to," Daniel answered after hesitating a moment and looking towards the back of the cabin, in the direction of the great elk carving.
Darla picked the one closest to her from the table, held the shaft firmly in one hand and rubbed a finger over the head with the other. The shaft was very realistic, including slightly bulging veins, and the head was a well formed dome that looked just wonderful to Darla. All she could think of was how it would feel inside her. She suddenly realized she was getting wet down there. As she rubbed the head with her finger, she noticed that while it looked smooth, she could detect a slight bumpy feeling. "Are the real ones bumpy like this?" she asked casually.
"No, I add that for the customers, they seem to like the added texture." She noticed he was standing very stiffly a few feet away from her, starting to look a little nervous himself.
She had never been intimate with a man before, but the excitement, her feelings inside herself, her arousal, were many times greater than she ever had felt before, even when exploring herself in the privacy of her bed.
She looked at his pants again, and didn't look away very quickly this time. She saw he was bulging inside the pants. She walked the few steps to where he was standing, reached for his hand and put the wood carving gently in his hand. She then tried moving his hand so the carving was between her legs. He resisted, saying, "I'm not sure we should be doing this."
"Don't worry, I'm legal, and have been wanting to do this for a while.” That wasn't actually true, she had usually thought her first time would be on her wedding night, but the urges were becoming overwhelming. She could feel herself getting even wetter between her legs. She could tell Daniel was getting excited too, seeing the bulge getting bigger in Daniel's pants.
She knew a little about her own anatomy, from biology class, The Talk with mom, her own exploring, and from reading about the way to be aroused and reach orgasm on the internet. She looked him in the eyes and said, "I am sure." She then firmly moved his hand, directing the exquisite carving between her legs to rub against her clitoral area. She held his hand as she moved the head gently up and down, with a slight circular motion. She could feel the head pressing against and around her clit through her pants, her muscles inside her abdomen begin to react, to tighten. She could feel herself getting wetter. While still directing the hand holding the carving, she found his other hand, never taking her eyes off his beautiful blue eyes. She moved his hand to the top button of her blouse and said, "Unbutton."
She then moved her own hand to the bulge in his pants, tracing it gently with the tip of her finger, then putting her hand over it, covering it and squeezing gently, and messaging up and down. She could feel it swell as she held it, getting firmer, longer, then rock hard.
The sculptured head was still rubbing her clit, up and down and slightly around. Her entire body was feeling the arousal. The muscles inside were contracting, and the feeling was building in her clit, getting more and more intense. She started to undo his pants with one hand, but noticed he was having trouble with her buttons. So she gave him one more firm squeeze, then moved her hands to her buttons, helping him with the top few, than taking his hand and firmly pressing it on her left naked breast. "That should get your mind off those carvings for a few minutes," she said slyly. She then quickly undid the rest of her shirt and her pants, sliding them down and over her hiking shoes. She then continued guiding his other hand, with the carving, so the head was gently messaging her naked clitoral area. His strong warm hand gently caressed her breast, squeezing her nipple gently. Her inner muscles tightened more intensely then she ever felt before. After a few minutes of the hard wooden head messaging her, a wave of warmth filled her. She reached down with her hand and added some pressure to the wooden penis, and felt all her muscles contracting, spreading from the wet area between her legs to encompass her entire body. She arched her back as the orgasm reached it's maximum, pushing herself closer to him, pressing the wooden carving between her wetness and his bulge.
She had been able to reach an orgasm by herself a few times, but this was far more intense. She had to wrap her arms around his neck to hold herself up. She held him tightly a few more moments as the orgasm subsided. "That was really nice," she moaned quietly. “But you haven't had any yet.” She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, revealing his bulging chest muscles and rippled stomach. Then she slowly moved her hands down the firmness of his front, across his muscular chest, down his firm stomach muscles, and finished opening his pants, pushing them down and revealing his swollen manhood. She stepped back a couple steps and compared the wood carving in his hand to the real thing standing up firm and anxious. "Your carving is really nice, but the real thing looks much nicer. Can I hold that one," she said, pointing shyly at his manhood.
She reached first for the hand with the carving, and directed it to penetrate between the lips of her vagina. She knew from experience that her clitoral area would be very sensitive now, especially after such as wonderful orgasm, so she wanting to keep him busy inside her while she checked out this new toy he had pointed at her. She touched the tip of the head with the tip of her finger, and as she touched it, it jumped. She giggled at that and tried again, and it jumped again. "Hey, come back here," she said to the penis as she grabbed it firmly. Then while holding it in place with one hand, she used the fingers of the other hand to feel the smooth head and firm veined shaft. "Your right, no funny bumps here," she giggled again and she started moving her hand up and down the shaft. She could feel it get even harder as she moved, and the head got shinier as the head swelled.
That was when she noticed his hand holding the carving had stopped moving. "Hey, me too, can't you swell down here and move you hands at the same time?" She put one hand on his free hand and moved it back to her breast, and moved her other hand to the hand with the carving. She looked him in the eyes and said, “You move those two, ok?"
"As you command my lady." "Hey, don't call me lady!" she said, standing straight, moving half a step back, she was suddenly very angry, she didn't like being called “lady”, like some old lady or a lady of the evening. "Sorry, my beautiful spring woodland princess," he said apologetically. "Better, not sure about that princess part though," she said as she slid closer to him, firmly grasping him with one hand and moving her hand up and down again, while the other hand gently moved across his chest examining all the firm curves and hard lines of his muscles, while staring into his eyes again.
As his hands moved, she moved back and forth, feeling the wooden carving moving inside her. She could feel all her muscles, especially the inside ones, start to tighten again. She could feel the carving inside her pressing gently back and forth against a very pleasant spot, one she hadn't found before on her own. It was very different from the feelings she got from her clitoris, but still very nice. He continued moving his hand as the feelings grew inside her. She kept moving her hand up and down on his rock hard manhood. She thought about how her muscles inside contracted, and thought about them squeezing his shaft that she was now squeezing with her hand. She tried to squeeze her muscles, and it felt nice. She learned about those muscles online, and kegel exercisers that were for strengthening those muscles. She did her kegel exercisers every day as part of her regular workout. She tried working those muscles a few more times on the hard wood inside her and thought more about having him inside her. After a few minutes, she felt all her inside muscles contact and a wave of pleasure radiate out from the pleasant spot inside her, all the way down to her toes and up through her abdomen, and some fluid gushed out between her legs. It felt really nice, but worried her a bit. She knew about fluids that could flow from her vagina, but she still wasn't expecting it. But Daniel continued as he was told, caressing her beasts with one hand, and gently moving in and out with the other.
He was still moving his hands like she asked him. One hand up top, caressing breast, gently squeezing a nipple, then moving up to her face giving her cheek a soft caress and it continued to move gently down the side of her neck and back to the other breast. Each movement made her tingle, and her inner muscles tightly contacted again, sending a wave of pleasure through her, and another gush of fluids between her legs.
She continued to massage his erection for a few more minutes as she gushed again with waves of pleasure, still thinking about her muscles, and wished she was squeezing him inside her instead of a piece of wood. She could feel his erection getting harder then and throbbing. She looked at it and the head was very shiny and swollen larger than she believed it could. His entire erection was turning a nice pink color. And she noticed a large drop of clear liquid on the tip, oozing out of the little whole.
As she watched, still moving her hand up and down the full length, the drop got bigger and started running across the head and started traveling down the side. With her other hand not rubbing the hard erection up and down, she reached for the drip. Touching it with her fingers she felt it was warm and soft and very silky. She looked up into his eyes and said, "Looks like guys get wet down here too." She giggled a little as she leaned down and kissed the tip, tasting the silky fluid. It was a bit salty, and a bit sweet, and tasting it made her inside muscles contract again very nicely.
As she started to stand up she noticed he was rocking a little forward and backward, like small thrusts. She was still holding him tight, moving her hand up and down his very hard shaft. He moaned a little and suddenly she felt his erection throbbing in her hand, his whole body seemed to be in spasm, and his seed came gushing out, spraying her belly and breasts. After a few more spasms, he relaxed a little and looked into her eyes with a contented gaze. "Wow, wasn't expecting that, was that your orgasm?" she said smiling and staring back into his bright blue eyes.
After a few deep breaths, he answered, "Yes, that was me coming. It was very nice." And he kissed her gently on the forehead, then pulling her tightly to him, firmly pressing his lips fully on hers. That's when she realized they had been very intimate for a while now, but that was their first kiss. Well, other than the little kiss she gave him down there. His kiss was warm, and soft, and sweet, and very exciting. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with passion, tongue swirling around tongue. She was now pressed tightly against his entire body, and she could feel his erection pressed between them and her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. As she kissed him, she could feel him getting harder again. She didn't know where the wooden penis had gone, but she noticed it was gone, and she felt empty inside. She reached down, grabbed his erection and guided it between her legs and gently into herself, whispering into his ear, "I don't want you spraying yourself all over me again for your next orgasm." She moved slowly back and forth, each time taking more of him inside her. She felt his fulness inside her and it felt absolutely wonderful, and wanted him to stay there forever.
Daniel then whispered, "Would you like to try out another of my carvings."
She laughed, but was actually feeling a bit hurt, and said "No, I want you inside me, not one of those wooden things." She finally had him inside her, she didn't want any of his fake wooden toys near her.
He laughed quietly back, "Oh, I'll be inside you." He gently wrapped his strong firm hands around her bottom and said, "Hold on." He lifted her and she tightened her grip around his neck. He carried her gently but firmly, with him still inside her as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him tightly against her. He walked slowly to the strange chair she saw when she first entered his cabin. He gently placed her firm round bottom on the small seat. He guided her legs up onto the chair arms, as she realized the true intent of the chair's design. "Another of your big sellers I bet," she giggled as she tightened her grip around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing firmly. He was now standing in front of her spread legs, his impressive full length fully inside her.
As they kissed, he moved gently in and out. She never had a man inside her before, but she was enjoying it very much. When he was all the way inside, his body pressed gently against her clitoral area. It was very sensitive now, but the light pressure was arousing her again. All her muscles were tired but were very busy getting excited and tense and she began to throb in rhythm with his thrusting. After a few minutes of his thrusting, she could feel her entire body tense, even as she felt his body tense. She felt his erection swell and throb and he pressed very tightly against her, as full inside her as he could get, pressed firmly against her entire body. She knew he was coming again, and then she was too. She especially enjoyed the pressure against her clitoral area, and she felt her entire body explode with ecstasy, passion, orgasm. She couldn't think about what was happening to her, she was totally immersed in the feeling, the moment, the pleasure. It lasted forever, but not long enough. Then, she was spent, exhausted. She felt him slowly moving in and out again, breathing heavy, sweat dripping from his face. Then she realized she was sweating heavily too. And out of breath. It was as if she had just run for miles.
She sat there for a few minutes, looking up into his eyes and sweaty face, feeling him slowly go soft inside her as she moved her hands across his chest. She wrapper her arms around his neck and pulling him to her, she kissed him long and firmly, tongue around tongue.
Then, releasing him, she said, "I'm starving."
He laughed, a beautifully rich, deep laugh, and said, "Of course you are, you've worked up quite an appetite. We better find you some food then." He pulled his now soft, but still large manhood out of her, lifted her gently, his hands caressing her bottom and she wrapped her hands around his neck. She nuzzled her lips into his ear, murmured, "Ummm... this is very nice," as she wrapped her legs gently around his waist again and he carried her over to a bear skin rug in front of the fire place. He placed her gently on the rug and she curled her legs under her as she sat. She liked the feel of bear fur against her naked bottom. He was standing in front of her and she stared at his flaccid penis, thinking even soft, it look beautiful. She also noticed he had very nice powerful legs, she liked strong legs. She thought of the term "A well turned calf" as she stared at his muscular legs, it was something she had read in a story about a very handsome, strong, and heroic man. She touched his penis gently and said, “It looks very nice even soft like this.” He smiled down at her and said, “You are beautiful too.”
She noticed he was barefoot, then realized she was still wearing her hiking shoes, and felt a bit embarrassed, the rest of her naked, and wearing very un-sexy footwear. So she slipped them off quickly while Daniel gathered a few items from around the cabin.
He moved a small, low round table in front of her, placed two empty bowls, and a small platter of sliced brownish bread on the table. He went to a small pantry in the corner, and placed some cheese, butter and utensils on the table. He then lifted a small pot that she saw warming over the fire and dished out some stew into the bowls.
"Vegetable stew," he said. "What, no meat?" "Oho, my princess of the forest, I don't serve meat here in the forest." She thought of all the woodland creatures around them, and thought maybe he had a good point.
The food was delicious and she ate ravenously. She had worked up quite a good appetite with the afternoons activities. As they ate, they talked about the forest. He knew even more about the surrounding woods than she did, and told her about some of his favorite places. His favorite place to relax in the morning was next to a small pool at the bottom of a water fall. Darla had been to top, but never to the bottom of the waterfall. And there was a hill above one of her favorite paths, a hill she had never been too. He said at the top, on the west side of the hill is a steep drop, but from up there you could see for miles. There was a pile of rocks there that made a nice natural seat. He said she can sit there and watch the sun set, saying he thought she would like that very much, although he preferred to stand on the hill to watch sunsets. She did like watching sunsets as she pictured the hill top in her mind, with him naked standing next to her naked, an arm around each others waist, in the red glare of the setting sun. She loved listening to him talk about the forest and could tell he loved it very much.
After they finished eating, she started thinking about the chair with the small seat again, the talk about the rock seat and beautiful sunsets was getting her excited again. Looking into his eyes across the small table, and at his muscular chest and arms, and the warm feeling of bear fur beneath her, the long hairs reaching softly between her legs, she was starting to feel herself becoming aroused again.
She got up, walked around the small table, looked down at his limp manhood. She gently, slowly, lowered herself onto his lap, straddling him. Her breasts brushing the hairs on his chest as she kissed him gently on the lips. She felt her nipples harden as she felt his chest hair brush across her nipples. She whispered into his ear as she gently nibbled a lobe, "Can we use the chair again?"
"I'm still not sure this is the best idea, my princess." He glanced at the back of the cabin, toward where the large elk carving stood. She thought for a moment that the sculpture looked different, but was more concerened about the swelling beneath her to think more about it.
"Why worry about spilled milk, more of what we've already done isn't going to change anything." She started swaying her hips, moving back and forth over his lap as she nibbled some more."
He said gently, "Too much of a good think may be dangerous. Too much water and a person could drown."
She could feel him starting to swell under her as she continued moving back and forth on his lap. "If this is water, I wouldn't mind drowning a little." She could feel his penis, swelling, begin to press between her cheeks, filling the area from front to back, as she moved back and forth above it. She could also feel herself getting wet between her legs as she got more aroused.
"You make resistance very difficult, how could I say no to your pretty eyes."
"I'm more then just eyes," she said as she reached behind and under her and gave his manhood a tight squeeze. She then stood up, putting her hands under his arms, and guiding him to his feet. As he stood, she could feel his hardening penis slide up between her legs, brushing the inside of her thighs and press against her between her legs. He had to lean back a little for his manhood to stand up, and she felt the head rub gently from back to front, between her cheeks, then across the lips of her vagina, then briefly pressing against her clit, sending a pleasant wave of pleasure through her body. She then pulled him close, feeling his now very hard penis pressed between them, and her breasts firmly pressed against his chest. She pressed her lips firmly against his, giving a firm kiss, then leaned back a little to look in his gorgeous eyes.
His hands, starting in her hair, caressing the curve of her neck and moved slowly down her back, as his lips gave her a firm kiss. Spreading her lips with his tongue, she let him explore her mouth, returning his tongue action with her own. It sent warm feelings all the way down to her growing wetness. His lips then worked gently at her neck. His hands moved up and down her back, gently using finger tips sending waves of tingles through her whole body. Slowly, his hands worked their way down to her waist, then her bottom cheeks. He gave her bottom a firm grasp, pulling her tightly against him, and she felt his penis harden even more. She knew her pelvic bone was pressing firmly against the base of his penis, she had read this is kind of a g-spot for men and she could tell he liked the pressure there by the way he swelled and pressed back. And she felt his family jewels dangling between her legs and touching gently against the hair around her clitoris in an exciting way.
He wrapped his strong hands around her bottom, she tightened her embrace around his neck and he lifted her as he had done before, her legs wrapping around his waist with his hard penis now pressed firmly against her clitoris.
He carried her and gently placed her on the chair with the small seat. This time, she needed no guidance but immediately settled her legs comfortably on the arms, spreading her legs wide, fully exposing herself to him, anxious for him to come closer and enter her.
He pressed against her, with his erection between them, the base pressed against her lips and clit. He then leaned forward and brushed his lips against her forehead, then gently kissed each eye, then planted a warm firm kiss on her lips and began searching with his tongue. Her tongue responded, enjoying the feel of his tongue moving around hers. His breath was warm and sweet. He then moved to her neck, with one hand fondling a breast, and the other behind her neck, brushing through her hair. His mouth slowly worked down to her right breast as his hand continued fondling the left. He gently kissed the nipple, then grabbed it more firmly between his lips. Every movement he made sent a new wave of tingles through her body. He moved his lips to her left nipple, while he moved his hand gently over the right. He traced the line beneath the breast with his thumb, with the nipple twisted gently between two fingers. More waves of excitement washed over her. She had forgotten about his firm penis, no longer pressed against her as he worked down her body. Everything was his lips, his little kisses, his fingers, her waves of tingles.
He continued moving down her body. His hands moved to each side of her waist, and his lips followed down her quivering belly.
His hands rested on her thighs, with the thumbs gently moving back and forth across the crease between thigh and belly. The thumbs moved in unison, each time moving a little closer to her clitoral area between her legs, as his lips and tongue gently kissing her below her breasts, his thick dark hair gently teasing her nipples. Finally both thumbs pressing gently together on each side of her clitoris. His mouth gently moved down, stopping briefly at her belly button with a few kisses and licks with his tongue. Then he continued down her belly reaching her burning center, giving a gentle kiss between the thumbs, as the thumbs gently moved back and forth.
He slowly moved his tongue up and down between his thumbs, as he gently moved the thumbs alternately one up and the other down around her clitoris. She could feel her clitoris swell and harden, as all her inside muscles tightened. The sensation built up as he gently kissed, then licked, while gently massaging with his thumbs. He then placed his mouth firmly over her clitoris and sucked firmly, the feeling was exquisite. He then licked, kissed and sucked. Licked, kissed and sucked. Over and over. Her back arched and every muscle in her body tensed and the orgasm surged across her. First one wave, then another, and another. He continued with tongue and lips and thumbs. Licked, kissed and sucked. An eternity of mind blowing intense waves of pleasure washed over her as he continued to massage and lick, and she was breathless and sweating. As the waves of orgasm subsided, her clit became very sensitive again, and she gently grabbed his hands and moved them away from her. Then she put one hand under his chin and the fingers of the other hand combed through his hair. Looking down into his eyes, his head still between her legs, and remembering his penis, somewhere down below her where she couldn't see, she whispered, "Your turn."
Lifting firmly with her hand under his chin, he stood before her, his manhood stood firm and hard before her. Grasping the penis firmly with one hand, and messaging back and forth, she pulled him by the waist closer to her, and gently guided him between her spread legs and into her. As soon as he entered her, she could feel her muscles tightening again. She was quickly learning how her muscles worked and she tightened them around him inside her. He started moving gently in and out, not fully, leaving nearly a third of himself outside as he moved in. His hands where on her her breasts, gently messaging her nipples between his fingers.
He continued moving in and out, and as she continued to tighten her muscles around him she could feel the swollen head rubbing her wonderfully inside. She could feel herself getting close, then the waves of contracting muscles started again, warm fluid gushing around his swollen manhood as he continued moving in and out. She could tell he was getting close to orgasm too, his movements were getting more intense, she could see all his muscles tightening, and his thrusts were now driving fully into her. With each thrust, she could feel his body press against her, pressing against her clitoris. He was thrusting intently, pressing her firmly against the back of the chair with each thrust. As she felt more waves of orgasm begin to wash over her, she felt him swell inside her, dumping his seed in a massive orgasm. A few more thrusts, more waves of pleasure, and he slowed, stopped, pressing fully in her. He stayed there, pressed firmly and fully in her, his body firm against hers, and the waves continued. Both his and hers. He continued to throb inside her and he continued to press firmly, gently moving his body up and down against hers. Finally she felt his throbbing fade, and her waves of orgasm subsided. Breathless, fearing she wouldn't be able to breath, she relaxed and cautiously took a few deep breaths. Sweat was dripping from her, she could still feel her fluids, probably mixed with his seed, dripping from between her legs. She looked at his face, he was smiling at her, and she smiled back. He said, "My pretty woodland princess has made me very happy."
She rubbed her hands gently across his chest and said, "You did pretty good for me too, my forest prince."
They stayed there for a few minutes in a tender embrace, sharing a few nice soft kisses, as she felt him going soft inside her. He moved in and out gently and it felt nice as she felt her muscles relaxing, warm and tired but very happy. She could tell from the light in the room it was getting late. After a few more tender minutes together in a warm embrace, she said reluctantly, "I would like to stay here forever, but I really do need to leave."
"Yes, it will be dark soon, you should leave so you don't get lost in the dark on the trails. I'm sure you will get safely back to your car, the forest will protect you, my woodland princess."
He nuzzled her neck warmly, slowly he pulled his softening penis out of her, then carefully lifted her out of the chair and onto her feet, giving her a firm embrace.
They shared a few more gentle hugs and kisses as they dressed. It was then that she noticed all the small carved animals were now all facing the chair, but she remembered they were facing in all different directions when she first arrived. She also noticed that the large carving of the elk was now complete, and beautiful. The elk appeared to now be staring at Daniel.
She put a hand on Daniel's arm, staring at the beautiful wood sculpture and asked him, "How?" One word was all she could get out, but he understood. He said, "She is a wonderful creature, she comes out in her own time. She is her own masterpiece, not one of mine. And once you leave, I'm sure she will have some choice words for me about your visit. She likes me happy, but I think we may have gone too far. She does not get jealous of humans, but she worries sometimes that I like this form more than the one that belongs with her."
She stood there, silent, not knowing what to say. He said, gently, "It's past time you left, it will be dark soon." He guided her to the door, giving one last embrace and gentle kiss, opened the door and walked her through. "Stay on the path you used to find me here. It has been wonderful to finally meet you face to face, even though things did go a bit farther then I had intended. I will always remember you."
Still stunned by what she had just seen, and heard, she gave him one last embrace, a firm kiss, tightening her arms around his strong body, and whispered, sadly, in his ear, "I will never see you again, will I?"
"No, I'm sorry. I am rarely allowed to be in human form, and only briefly. We must each go our different ways now. Someday you will find your own prince, and I must run with my queen."
"I will always remember you too." Giving one last squeeze, she released him and walked past the carved bear, eagle, owl, buck and dog, who were still diligently guarding the little cabin. She walked slowly through the small gate in the split rail fence. She could feel them watching her now as she walked past. She could still feel a slight throbbing, exquisitely pleasant soreness inside her where he filled her with his immensely pleasurable manhood. At the beginning of the path, just before it disappeared into the forest, she turned, looked one last time at the cabin. It looked much older and worn now. The wooden carvings were gone. The split rail fence was falling apart. See saw what looked like a flurry of little woodland creatures scurrying away, behind the cabin. As she turned, and followed the path into the forest, she heard the rustling of branches, as if large animals were dashing through the forest. She didn't turn to look, she knew they would be gone before she could turn.
She always remembered Daniel, and his regal mate who waiting patiently while they made passionate love that first day of spring. She could never find the path up to that cabin again. And when she saw the cabin from a nearby peak, she could see it was an old, run down ruin, not the wonderful place she visited that magical day, giving her maidenhead to a majestic creature of the forest in perfect male form. Every spring for the next few years, she visited the nearby hill and looked at the old cabin, and remembered. One year, after meeting her someone special, her prince, she stopped visiting that hill. She still loved to visit the forest, but she too had moved on. She never told anyone about that first day of spring, but every time she made love to her husband and life long soul mate, or pleasured herself, she remembered her prince of the forest and cherished the afternoon they spent together.
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Free Spring, A Sensual Fantasy by Darla Silvereye
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