Finnish Wood

by Kojo Black

  “In such a great forest, surely they’ll never know we’re there. Come.”

  And with that, we descended the tower and made our way deeper into the forest. We walked up over the ridge and the forest closed in around us. From time to time, Aisha would take a handful of pine needles from the trees, crush them in her palm, and breathe deeply of their scent. She missed the smell of the pine in London; and the fresh, coniferous aroma seemed to have an almost narcotic effect on her as she continued along in a happy daze.

  We wound our way through the trees in contemplative silence beneath the gathering gloam of the forest. Indeed, we had walked so far and so quietly that we surprised ourselves when we crested a hill to find Gabriel and Estel just below us. Had Aisha and I been talking, the silence of the forest meant that Gabriel and Estel would have heard us from a kilometer off. As it happened, they clearly did not.

  Estel was naked—her clothes in a single pile so that, should she be surprised, she could quickly gather them. Gabriel was shirtless with his tracksuit trousers still on. Aisha looked at me and began to retreat back down the hill. I’m sure that my smile was more wicked than comforting. But when I inclined my head to show that I thought we should stay for a bit, Aisha didn’t leave.

  For a man of nearly seven feet, everything of Gabriel’s was in proportion—his mighty hands, his colossal feet, and his rapidly tumescing penis. With two tiny hands Estel dove beneath Gabriel’s waistband and hauled free the cyclopidian organ. The thing was heavy for her. But it was a beast she had tamed many times before. Gabriel stepped free of his trousers and smiled down at Estel. Beside me, Aisha had become less reticent and more curious. With a handful of pine needles still clutched beneath her nose, she looked on in rapt silence. Estel began to massage the huge member in her little hands—moulding and manipulating it until it had no choice but to stand to attention. Standing, she had barely even to bend to take the tip of the thing into her mouth. She put the whole of her body into sucking him. Her buttocks writhed in slow circles as she worked her jaw wider and wider to take in the monstrous cock rearing up to meet her. Estel’s slippery saliva began to coat the organ, and her hands began to work the length of shaft that her mouth could not reach. Gabriel’s long legs nearly buckled under the onslaught of pleasure. But Estel’s vitality for sucking and manipulating this monstrous cock would not be stopped.

  Beside me, Aisha looked on with eyes wide. Having quickly passed the threshold of embarrassment, she seemed to be working her way through curiosity before gradually arriving at pure voyeurism. And little did she know that her propensity for voyeurism was making me much more at ease with my behaviour in the boutique. Still clutching her pine needles in one hand, she rested her other hand on my thigh to prop herself up and get a better look.

  Below us, Gabriel’s penis was helplessly swollen and throbbing before his naked little nymph of a girlfriend. Even when her blowjob finally let up and she removed her mouth and hands, the mighty organ before her lost none of its mass. For a moment she left it there, pulsing and glistening in the fresh forest air. She turned and leant toward a tree, bracing her hands against a broad, low-hanging branch. She arched her back and raised herself up onto her toes, presenting her smooth, ripening pussy to Gabriel and, inadvertently, to us.

  Gabriel’s giant hands encircled her waist, his fingers nearly meeting above and below. He bent his knees and prepared to enter Estel. The mighty warhead of his penis probed insistently at Estel’s vagina. But so broad was it that, despite the slickness of it and of her, it would not enter unaided. Slowly, he lubricated first one, then two, then three, and then four fingers before easing them gently inside her. Each time he introduced another digit he licked his own fingers, savouring the copious honey of his lover’s cunt. When he had relaxed the sheath of her vagina, Gabriel took one hand and firmly placed the head of his huge penis at the entrance.

  In pornography, cocks always seem to fit with cunts. In the real world, however, people come in all shapes and sizes and this sort of coupling often needs time. Theirs was a fine example. Slick with all of their lubricants, Gabriel gradually increased the pressure of his cock-head against Estel’s slowly yielding pussy—slowly nudging and widening that slickened passage a millimeter at a time. Finally, his girth spread her inner lips to their widest diameter. Estel’s face, in profile, oscillated wildly between expressions of deepest pleasure and exquisite pain. Gabriel knew the effect of his size, and he entered her slowly but insistently. Piece by piece, every slippery centimeter spread her just a little wider. Every wince, every quiver of her lips soon gave way to expressions of deepest satisfaction. For every moment in which she seemed unable to take any more, there were twice as many in which she seemed as though she never wanted it to end.

  With just over half his length inside her, Gabriel began to pump slowly. Estel’s eyes widened and Aisha’s followed suit. Having adapted to his girth, Estel was suddenly overwhelmed by his motion. Her mouth gaped at the slippery friction of the massive piece churning deep within her cunt. As he pumped, Gabriel was slowly but surely working the entire length of his penis into his lover. Estel’s wide eyes said that the tip of Gabriel’s cock had just begun to probe and massage her cervix. Aisha’s wide eyes said that she understood. And the thought of the two girls independently sharing that moment together had a predictably intoxicating effect on me and my recalcitrant cock. But with a history of sordid dreams and voyeurism behind me—not to mention having just persuaded Aisha to stay and watch two beautiful people fuck—I sought to hide my excitement so as not to unsettle my muse.

  With a less careful lover, Estel would have been in unbearable pain. As the walls of her vagina had flexed and given way to the gentle giant, so too did her cervix begin to relax and retreat. With every thrust, Gabriel could tell when it was safe to push deeper. And, in time, Estel’s tiny, brave little body had enveloped every last bit of Gabriel’s masterful cock right down to its hilt.

  Together, they developed a steady rhythm. Gabriel was now able to fully withdraw his intimidating penis right to the tip, before plunging deeply back inside her. Estel’s rapture only increased as Gabriel fucked her harder. Sweet syrup flowed from her now, her sopping pussy sloshing lewdly and noisily as Gabriel’s organ swung in and out. Aisha’s hand was hot on my thigh and I could feel her pulse racing my own. As their pleasure mounted, Estel and Gabriel tried not to vocalise their joy. His moans were of a low enough timbre to be muffled by the trees. But Estel struggled to contain herself. Her whimpers and muffled cries of delight made a song that could not be confused with anything else in the forest. It was a thing of luck that no one else stumbled upon them…..They might have been embarrassed.

  Gabriel’s cock and Estel’s thighs and buttocks gleamed with her own cunt-honey. Totally delirious now, Estel had begun to buck back onto Gabriel with every thrust, sending him to the absolute depths of her being. Gabriel’s balls, once swinging heavily and rhythmically, had tightened into a huge, bulbous globe. He was close to losing his sperm to his lover, but he held on just for her.

  Estel did her best to maintain a steady rhythm. But the rising tide of orgasm was beginning to make predictable motion difficult. Her muscles grew tight and her face contracted into a grimace which, under any other circumstance, might even have been violent. Her sex within was as swollen and sensitive as Gabriel’s was without. Estel was helpless as Gabriel’s penis grazed back and forth over her tender g-spot and inflamed the walls of her cunt with tantalising repetition. As her tiny body shuddered into an all-consuming climax, she closed her eyes and clenched her fists, fairly stripping handfuls of bark from the tree supporting her. As the spasms wracked her body, her pussy twitched and pulsed around Gabriel’s penis. For the poor youth who had been staving off his orgasm for so long, there was nothing he could do as his lover’s pussy quivered and kneaded, milking him for his seed. With the contractions of his orgasm, Gabriel’s animal groans caught in his throat. So, in near silence, Gabriel
’s hot cum splashed powerfully into his lover, splattering her cervix and coating the already-flooded canal of her pussy. His concentration lost, and his motor functions beyond his control, he no longer remembered that he had to bend his knees. As he bucked and shivered, he straightened his legs. Estel, already on tiptoes, was lifted off the ground. Her little toes pawed at the earth as she was literally impaled and lifted on the organ now shamelessly spewing cum into her body. She took no notice. She was still cumming, hard and deep. If anything, her helplessness prolonged her orgasm. Now, she could do nothing but cum. She could not get down even if she wanted to. Her eyes rolled in her head, her hands clutched at the tree trunk, and her feet kicked uselessly at the ground beneath her.

  It was a sight to behold. In no short time their spasms finally subsided. Without uncoupling, Gabriel took Estel in his arms and they leant against the tree to recover themselves. Their breathing slowed. Aisha and I both noticed how their deep breaths rose and fell in tandem. Slowly, Gabriel straightened and began the sensitive task of retracting his softening penis from his girlfriend’s tightening cunt. They both winced as the swollen, most sensitive tip of his cock drew past her swollen, most sensitive vulvae. Still tumescent, Gabriel’s penis pulled free with an audible slurp to swing and glisten in the dappled forest light. It was glorious to see Estel like this—a naked, beautiful, disheveled wreck. Her hair had been tossed in every direction, a thin sheen of perspiration covered her body, and the cocktail of her own sweet, copious honey and new sperm covered her pussy, her thighs and her buttocks, occasionally forming fine, sticky strands between her legs. One would never guess that the fashionable and immaculate girl at the hotel bar could ever look so libidinously ruffled.

  Using their beach towel, they tenderly wiped away the gooey proof of their lust so that they might again appear decent in public. A moment of panic flooded through Aisha and myself as we realised that, were the lovers to return along the same path from whence they came, they would quite surely catch Aisha and myself huddled behind a rock; looking flushed, sheepish, and struggling to appear inconspicuous. Fortunately, all of our secrets were kept safe as Gabriel and Estel dressed, laughing and chatting, and continued down the path further into the forest.

  “You’re right,” I said to Aisha, as we made our way out of the forest. “It is beautiful in there.”

  Aisha nudged me playfully and smiled guiltily, perhaps considering for the first time that, the next time she saw Estel and Gabriel, she would have to behave as though there had been nothing extraordinary about this day.

  “You’re such a pervert,” she deflected cheerfully. “I’ve never seen anything like that before. I only stayed because you did.”

  I suspected that I was no more a pervert than anyone else. But I could not deny that I again found myself inflamed and excited by the things I had seen. And I again found myself struggling to act nonchalant with Aisha beside me.

  “It isn’t perverse. It’s sexy,” I argued. “Didn’t that excite you even a little bit?”

  She wasn’t surprised by the question. But she furrowed her brow and pursed her lips for just a second.

  “Well…..yeah…… I mean….yeah, sure……A bit….” she answered, but without conviction.

  My heart leapt as I thought I’d cracked her armour, and caught her struggling to mask her true desire.

  “What, you don’t like the look of Gabriel?” I teased. “You wouldn’t want that handsome body of his to play with for a while?”

  With that, she laughed out loud, and her face took on the expression it had in my dream. Smiling, but looking as though I’d said something so foolish that she couldn’t understand it.

  “I thought I had it stamped on my forehead!” she exclaimed. “I guess I don’t, after all!”

  My moment of elation gave way to confusion as I asked, “Have what stamped on your forehead?”

  “I don’t want boys to play with!” she laughed. “I don’t care how handsome they are. It’s girls that I like! I thought you knew that!”

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