The Forest

April the 27th 2007 The day was hot and the drive long and tiring, yet relaxing. I had needed to get out, so I just grabbed a plain dress, the last of the coffee, my bag, keys, and hit the road for a therapeutic drive. I knew the forest up ahead, and my mind as well as the car must have been on autopilot because I don’t remember making the turns or the stops. How could it be so close to the city and still be so lush, alive, and unchanged? It’s funny that I would have driven here without realizing where I had been going. It had been a long time since I last came here, but then again I had always sought refuge from my troubles here. Unfortunately, the coffee ran right through me. I had to pee but I didn’t want to go back into town. Any way I remember the trails, and a parking place. I love a clearly marked trail especially when I’m in a hurry. Goodness - talk about dense foliage. With just a few steps into the trees and the city is gone. I’ll just squat right here and pee, I thought. It’s off the trail and no one can see me. Ah… that feels good, what a relief it’s so cool in here; the lushness is so inviting, I decided to walk around in here for a while. ‘Voila…’ one pee, and this morning’s attitude and frustrations have been vanquished, by the magical embrace of my youth remembered. So much time and so many firsts had happened here. I use to play here when I was young, pretending to be an animal stalking and creeping around, spying on the people that came here. When I grew older and the boys started coming around, we would go into these woods and kiss. I would come here to play with myself dreaming of being a grownup; it was here I lost my virginity to a banana. I was so aroused; feeling I was about to cum and didn’t, then rubbing myself raw. Funny how so much has changed around these woods yet they have remained untouched; maybe smaller, maybe a few more dead trees, and the trails are more obvious through use, more litter scattered about, but still no less familiar. Outside the tree line a blistering heat and an exhausting pace, inside cool and serene. I remember teasing my first boyfriend in here, kissing and petting; he thought he was going to get a little, but I just jumped up and said, “I’m late!” and ran off home. Other times just walking and gazing or napping and fantasizing on the soft deep moss beds filled my days. I some times think I should have let him have me, tasted him, felt him spend his seed inside me, lord knows I had the hots for a cock - any cock, but I just had no nerve. Yes, here is my favourite place, a thick bed of moss, off the trail, but close, close enough to watch the comings and goings of the hikers; it was here I saw my first penis in the flesh. He stopped to pee right in front of me, and never knew I was there watching, God how my clit swelled and throbbed at its sight. There it is; just as I remember it. The moss covered indentation, next to a half covered log on one side, and surrounding the rest was a dense wall of ivy-covered tree limbs dotted with white blossoms every spring. No one can see in, unless they look closely, so I had my own private suite to lie in the sun or shade. I some times masturbated; fantasizing about some of the boys I knew, or men I had seen, while I twiddled my nipples and clitoris. Sometimes I would just listen to the sounds of the birds as they flew and the animals in the distance, or the wind, or the fading voices as they walked by. I decide to rest here for a while it is so peaceful, and cool it’ll be just like old times. This morning is still so fresh; I almost feel that my sex life has dried up; I haven’t been able to get him to talk to me for thirty minutes with out saying some thing critical. I have to think of a way to get Simon to treat me like he at least likes me and stop humping me like a bitch, or stop letting him hump me all together, I should just tell him to go find another animal to hump somewhere. we used to talk for hours when we first got together; try to turn each other on and satisfy our needs, I am not sure when things changed. Oh the sun is doing its thing and my eyes are getting heavy… What…? What is going on down there? It sounds like trouble! No - not trouble it looks and sounds like two people have come to play in the woods and it is my good fortune to be here and watch like I did in my youth. My, that is one good looking young man. Very athletic yet still plump, but strong looking with those big features I bet he is hung, yet a hint of femininity. His girl friend is much smaller, with a beautifully lush round body, and pert tits; her long nipples really stand out, just a hint of baby fat over her muscles that give her bottom a very nice shape. Her thick head of raven hair and bushy eyebrows leads me to fantasize that she is a very hairy woman. She makes me hungry for my earlier days and my last boyfriend, even though we only teased each other it was still better than what I have now. Obviously they both spend time at the gym together; they have matching red sweats on, and they seem so comfortable together. They both look so happy, it is easy to see who is the more sexually active. That small raven haired beauty acts like a lynx; I bet she keeps him well taken care of. I see they like to play rough; he just knocked her to the ground and jumped on top trying to pin her down. She shrieks and he grunts with laughter, they sound and look as though they are really having fun. We used to play like that when we first started seeing each other, wrestling around on the floor, or the bed. Now I think he doesn’t even want to kiss me; now he just does it as part of the act. It is my fault for letting it go on for as long as I have without mention not finding new ways to excite him. Hell I don’t even think of Simon by name any more. Oops she almost got away but he just flipped her over his lap and stuffed his hand inside her panties. I can see him wriggling his hand between her legs; I’ll bet he has at least two fingers in her now. That sure put a stop to her struggles, now she is just panting, and holding herself open to his fondling. She gets wet when he touches her, I can hear his fingers splashing in her wetness now and I see a spot forming on the inside of her thigh. Yes she is really wet and her pants are starting to sag and darken from her juices and the spot is starting to run. I think he is going to diddle his fingers inside her until he makes her cum. Simon used to do that to me sometimes or go down on me and make me cum on his face; now the bastard just nit-picks about every little thing, stays at the office till late, eats at the café where we met, but won’t call me to meet him there. I was right he is making her cum right now. She really moans, gasps and squirms a lot. She has soaked the crotch of her pants, still he didn’t slow her down she got right in his face and laid him down. I guess it is her turn to make him cum now she is slippery. She just pulled his top off with a single tug. Wait a minute that isn’t a he? He is a she those are tits she is sucking on, small but pert little mounds, and positively feminine nipples. I think I rustled some brush as I grabbed my mouth to stifle my gasp, though I doubt they heard me they are far too busy. I could hear them talking, “You made me cum so much I have to pee. You just wait there.” I can see her girlfriend’s nipples as she lies there, they are not as big as hers but they are the nipples of a woman. She is getting close. She just dropped her pants and squatted right in front of me. Oh my but she is very hairy, her legs are densely covered with long black hair, and I bet it goes up her back. Uh oh! She is looking right at me. She has seen me. “Hey Gina put your top back on we’re not alone. What…why are you spying on us?” She asked with a curious smile on her face. “I, I wasn’t spying.” I stuttered. “It looked like you were spying to me. Don’t be scared we aren’t mad or going to hurt you or anything like that.” She said intriguingly. “Michelle what is it? Who are you talking to?” Gina enquired nervously. “I’m Sonia. I was just napping when the two of you woke me.” I said uneasily as the big one named Gina came closer. “Do you come here often?” Michelle nosed gently. “I use to live in one of those houses on the hill.” I answered pensively. I looked at Gina, as she loomed closer; she was much bigger than I. “Oh don’t worry about Gina her bark is much worse than her bite. You know you were watching us and learning what our… secret is so it is, only fair that we learn just a little something about you. That is a nice cozy little hideout you found. May we slip on in there and just talk a while?” Michelle asked nicely and smiling coyly. I still felt nervous, as I was… spying sort of so I admitted, “I guess I should have let you know I was here but you looked like you were having so much fun, well I thought I would watch for a while and I thought for sure you would leave without noticing.” “How long have you been coming here?” Gina asked in her rough sounding voice but looking interested in what I have to say, and cast teasing glances at Michelle. “This is the first time in years, since before I moved into the city.” I answered calmly. I was feeling a little more at ease, becoming more familiar with these two new people, while the three of us sat talking in my secret nook. Then I offered, “You know this little hideout of mine hasn’t changed much since I left the last time. I use to watch people as they went about doing what ever. I never thought I was spying on them.” “That is interesting,” Michelle sang, “You’ve been gone for years yet you found this place. Why is it a special spot?” “I use to hide here out of sight of the passersby. It seems to have escaped the ravages of time for the most part.” I went silent and pointed as two boys walked by and urinated on the trees across the path from us. The three of us watched and listened as the bigger of the two was bragging about his conquest from the other night. Their voices faded as they walked farther away. Michelle snuggled in next to Gina who put her arm around her, and we sat there quietly for a few minutes taking advantage of our furtive lookout. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like you’re having a bad day.” Gina remarked, her voice sounding a little softer, and her face looking a little more relaxed. “I was… I am… I don’t even remember making the turns to get here. I used to come here all the time to wile away the days I had nothing else to do or when I was down or troubled about things. As you can see it is a quiet, private place. I guess it has changed. Some of the tree line used to be farther back and the trail was harder to see.” I rambled on at ease now. “You ever bring another girl…” Michelle was cut short. “Michelle!” Gina rebuked sharply, “Don’t mind her she is always digging into people’s sex.” “Well why not! She saw you digging into my sex.” Michelle exclaimed with an impish smile on her face. “Have you brought any girls or men into your… secret hideout?” “No I never brought anyone here. The two of you are the first people I’ve shown.” I felt a little challenged as I answered but still, an attraction was growing. “You never brought anyone here for sex or anything? Huh!” Michelle questioned adding, “And you know what we are. How do you feel towards lesbians in general?” Both Michelle and Gina looked at each other with big grins. “I didn’t say that that…” “Michelle stop being so pushy!” Gina interrupted, “She always accuses me of being pushy or intimidating. I ask you - do you find me intimidating?” “I did a little at first, but now I don’t feel threatened at all.” I replied. “So Sonia, tell us what did you mean to say?” Michelle pressed on. “With the men around here it’s easy to understand why women would want other women.” I explained openly and continued, “I had a lot of firsts in these woods. I saw my first cock; a couple having sex over there, behind those rocks and I lost my virginity in these woods. Watching the couple do it was my first sexual experience. I used to tease the boys and watch their faces as they learned that they weren’t going to get lucky, when I got up to leave.” “Did one of them get lucky?” Gina asked. “Now look who’s pushing.” Michelle interjected then she kissed Gina’s lips and rubbed her stomach. “Yes I took him to the rocks where I watched my first couple go all the way.” I paused to catch my breath, and then I continued, “It was a clumsy fumbling for both of us. I guess that is the way it goes for most of the first timers.” “Yes. That is what happened with both of us; we lost our virginity to sweaty fumbling too. My boyfriend came before he even got his prick inside my pussy; he covered my legs and belly before he stuffed in into me.” Michelle acknowledged then asked slyly, “Did he wear you down too?” “No I brought him here specifically to give him my virginity.” I said smugly adding, “But not before losing it to a banana first.” “So you spy, you tease, and you are bold enough to take your own virginity with a banana then do it with a boy; so tell me - did you cum the first time? How is that you look so ‘unfulfilled’ now?” Michelle asked in a critical tone in her voice. “No; neither time I just got raw and itched for days. I have been in a bad relationship too long. I don’t even remember when it went bad” I sadly admitted. “Gina’s boyfriends use to beat her up all the time, and girls at school used to chase her around and bully her too. My boyfriend got me hooked on drugs and made me work on the streets until all hours.” Michelle recounted their bad times then asked, “You ever bring a girl here and fool around? Did she make you cum?” “We have each other now and together we chase the bad times away.” Gina said lightly as she beamed at Michelle playing with her hair. I was glad for the change of subject and replied; “Only once with my best friend and no we didn’t do it long enough to orgasm.” I told her adding, “I wanted to keep going because it felt really good but she started feeling guilty.” Then we just started talking about the two I had watched and what he did to her.” “Oh this sounds nice.” Michelle sang as she snuggled closer to Gina and then pressed, “Tell us about what the two of you did.” “I told her about how he kissed her between her legs, and how she started panting right away and moaning loudly. She told me she watched her parents doing the same thing. I asked her if she wanted to see how it felt. She didn’t answer for a while then she put her hand on mine and said, ‘it will be our secret right?’ I assured her I was just curious to see how it felt. Anyway we only did it the once for a few minutes and that was it. She stopped just as I got wet, and pushed me away when she got close to orgasm. I have always wondered what would have happened had we kept going, and still think of her now and again.” “Damn! We were hoping for a wet story. Who knows maybe the two of you would have got together,” Michelle said as she pouted then asked, “So what kind of relationship do you have?” “You know what kind it is.” Gina scolded. “I want to hear her say.” Michelle urged as she rebuked Gina and pressed, “Well.” “I guess in a sense I am just a whore to him. He doesn’t love me anymore, but I let him screw me when he wants, and suck him off when he asks me to.” I replied somberly and then explained, “He just gets real nasty towards me when I don’t let him ‘get some’ as he puts it.” “Does he at least try to turn you on once in awhile?” Gina asked. “Not in a long time; we never go out anymore, and he rarely thanks me for anything. I should have never let any of that get started but…” I said. “Boy you should move out that would show him.” Michelle snarled. “Oh, we don’t exactly live together,” I giggled. I pointed at another couple coming into the woods, an older man and a younger man in his early twenties. I motioned for them to move to my side and watch, so they quietly moved to where I was sitting and we watched. The older man gave a cigarette to his friend and lit it for him. They both looked around guiltily, like they were going to steal something, they even looked right at us but they didn’t see us through the thick foliage. The older man started massaging his friend’s shoulders and arms and with in a few minutes his hands were roaming all over the younger man’s torso, with one hand soon finding the young man’s swelling bulge and began massaging it. We heard him sigh “Oh that feels really, really nice,” as the older man got down on his knees, unbuttoned his friend’s fly, pulled out his surprisingly large dick and sucked it into his mouth. The younger man’s knees started to buckle as his gland slipped into the man’s mouth, and he fell back against the tree face turned towards the sky. My mouth gaped at not only the older man’s zealousness, but at the size of the younger man’s now rock solid penis. The smell of sex hung in the windless air as the three of us just watched in silent awe as the older man sucked his friend’s dick taking its full length with ease. I wondered if the other two women were getting as wet as I was, so I cast a quick glance at them and by the way they were holding each other they were. From where we were we had a perfect vantage point to watch and hear, as the two men had their tryst. The older man was very eager and skilled at oral sex; he was getting the full length of the younger mans good-sized cock down his throat. Even though it softened some it was still big. As he sucked on the younger man’s dick he pulled his pants down just enough to free his large set of testicles to the manipulations of his hand. We heard the younger mans breath start to rush; just then the other man stopped and slowly moved his mouth to and started to suck and lick his friend’s scrotum causing him to gasp loudly. As he licked and sucked the scrotum, we could see pre-cum oozing from the gland and running down his now rigid shaft. We heard the older man slurping it up and younger mans whispered coaxing and urgings, as his gland slipped back into his friend’s mouth. We could hear the older man making exaggeratedly loud sucking noises as he drank the young mans pre-cum, while milking his shaft. Again his breath started to rush out in gasps and again the older man stopped and waited for him to settle down but his penis stayed hard. Then, very slowly, he started sliding his cock into his throat and back out, then back in teasing him making him wait for release. The young man was now in a heated frenzy as he wrapped his hands around the older man’s head and tried to thrust his penis into his open mouth. He rebuked him telling him, “No, only my shoulders and let me do the work.” Then started slowly milking the shaft again with both hands and taking it all the way down his throat then squeeze his balls. His whispered pleadings turned into loud begging as he neared orgasm. I felt my own juices flowing as they use to, years ago. Then he groaned and gasped as his face twisted with the strain of cumming, I even had a little empathy orgasm. It was easy to hear the older man slurping up his friend’s sperm and swallowing. The gasping groans turned into loud sighs, the younger man’s face relaxed, and then they were silent. We could see the younger man’s stomach quake as his friend sucked the rest of his sperm from his gland like it was a straw, while milking the now flaccid shaft. The younger man appeared to be quite spent as he leaned back against the tree with his eyes closed, and his friend knelt there with the flaccid member inside his motionless mouth. We heard the other two boys coming back, the same time they did; it was funny to see them scrambling to button up before they got close. Actually they were gone before the first two showed up and they left with out pausing. “Here we are - alone again.” I said and sarcastically added, “I bet if the two other boys hadn’t happened along we would’ve gotten an encore performance. Gina and Michelle were giving each other a passionate kiss. I sat back against the mossy log, Michelle and Gina sat on the soft moss in the middle of the indentation arm in arm. We were all quietly musing on the pleasures of the rendezvous we witnessed. I was still dazed at the skill that older man had, he was much better than me. I could see Gina sniffing at the air and looking around, it was she that broke the silence. “You know Michelle…” She paused as she sniffed at the air, “I think someone other than us is hot, and really wet.” Gina smiled adding, “It isn’t the two boys or the two men, it’s our new friend.” And she went silent as they both looked at me; I knew she was right. My pussy was stewing in its own juices. Michelle and Gina got to their knees when Gina asked, “You want a little help from Michelle? She is really sweet about kissing a pussy.” She smiled at me daringly. I tried to speak but my words just hung in my throat. I opened my mouth and the only sound that came out was a garbled moan. “That sounds like a ‘yes please’ to me.” purred Michelle. “You know I think you are right,” agreed Gina as they moved in on me. I couldn’t move; the muscles around my vagina were quivering and ached terribly, and my heart was pounding in my ears. Gina pulled me onto her lap, unhooked my bra, and pulled my dress up high enough to free my breasts, how my nipples ached. I heard Michelle gasp as she pulled my pants down, “Gina, She has really wet her panties,” and then she nosed into my Brazilian. “Our friend has been a naughty little girl a naughty, naughty, little girl. She has cum inside her little pussy I can smell it.” I found the saucy teasing quite arousing. Gina squeezed my nipple with the fingers of one hand and rubbed my belly with the other. I gasped as Michelle lowered her head in-between my thighs. I sighed as I surrendered to their exquisite ministrations. I remember yelling and bouncing off the ground as Michelle sucked and bit the soft skin of my thighs and cheeks. She made it hurt as she pinched my skin with her teeth, but for as much as it hurt, it felt twice as good. I started begging, chanting between my moans and gasps for her to, “Suck me…!” Gina bent down and kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth just as Michelle sucked my clitoris into her mouth, and stifled my screaming gasps. Gina’s legs wrapped around my waist to hold me steady while I writhed from Michelle’s pleasuring. It felt like their tongues were wriggling inside my throat and inside my cervix at the same time, she stopped just as I tensed and started biting my thighs again. I came twice in only a few minutes when she renewed her sucking and licking of my clitoris and labia even after I went limp the first time she was still eagerly licking and sucking. I felt her fingers slide into my pussy. Suddenly, Gina let go of my nipples, grabbed my legs, and held me open for Michelle’s tongue as she snaked it all over my swelling vulva. Tonguing and sucking every little fold and again I felt my muscles squeezing and flexing as another orgasm roared through me. I could hear her swallowing as she sucked after my body went limp. I started to beg them to stop. I moaned while I tried to squeeze my muscles closed, but her three fingers in my pussy made that hard to, causing the pressure to build fast… I came to, with my cheek laying on Gina’s inner thigh and Michelle’s arm around my waist. She had Gina’s panties pulled to the side and was tonguing her labia. I instinctively started kissing Michelle and probing her mouth with my tongue. I was driven by my desire and theirs. Suddenly, I realized that as Gina had mounted me, I could feel a dildo enter my soaking hole. Where she had hidden it was beyond me, but it felt thick and good. She started thrusting her dildo sporadically as she wrapped her arms around my waist, her hot breath rushed across my neck and soon I felt hot fluid gushing into my pussy, filling it and spilling out. I started gasping in panic as I realized that Gina had put a real cock not a dildo into me, it was HER cock. The shocking discovery was quickly lost by the exquisite feeling I had as she filled me with her hot sperm and the relief of having a real prick inside me. I imagined her pussy clearly in my mind. there was no penis to be seen, just an open hole, labia, and an erect clitoris; then I saw her panties pulled to the side and her bunched up sweatpants, they were concealing it. Gina’s sperm was as hot as it flowed into me I surrendered to its pleasure and lay my head on Michelle’s breast. I felt that wonderful cock flexing inside me and then another flow of hot sperm would pool at its tip and ooze down the flaccid shaft and on to Michelle’s belly. I have never felt so much sperm inside me; my slit was heavy with the thick pool. Michelle wrapped her fingers around it and started gently shaking it inside me. I felt it turn hard again, Gina’s breath quickened, and she gripped my shoulders as she tensed, gasped and again filled me with another flood of hot sperm. I heard Michelle’s hand splashing in it as she shook that cock, then Gina went limp again. “You know this is Gina’s most favorite thing to do, surprise another woman with her second organ.” Michelle explained with a sly smile. I was most pleasantly surprised. She was so gentle as she pulled out of my saturated pussy, waiting for my muscles to relax each time but still when her flared gland popped out I thought my guts were falling out with her cock. “Are you okay?” Gina asked as she stood with her huge penis arching well beyond her or his, belly. My mouth gaped as I looked. to the right of her pelvic bone was a full sized penis but no scrotum, and to the left was a vagina with a small clitoris and labia, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare,” I said as I stood to put on my panties and as I spread my legs I felt more of Gina’s sperm spill out, it was warm as it ran down my legs. Michelle started rubbing it all over my legs and buttocks; the smell of it was titillating. Michelle knelt in front of Gina and while milking her shaft she explained, “She has everything but a cervix; her testicles are next to her ovaries, the spermatic cord and fallopian tubes are entwined and empty into her urethra. So sometimes when she cums both sperm and ovum are ejaculated. She doesn’t produce the enzyme needed for the sperm to enter the ovum so she can’t get herself pregnant, but she can get you pregnant, she is very potent, and as you found out very virile.” The three of us lazily walked back to our cars which were the only cars on the street. When we got there I said, “I don’t know what your schedule is like so call me. I’d love to meet up with you both again.” I handed Gina my numbers and e-mail address. They each gave me a lingering kiss and hug, and then gave me their number and e-mail addresses. As we drove off in different directions, I knew that it was time for Simon and me to part. There was still so much adventure out there that I had to find.