Winter Forest Cabin

Copies may be made and posted elsewhere for personal enjoyment, however, all commercial rights are reserved.

***WARNING - ADULT READING***

The following story includes explicit language and graphically describes heterosexual love between consenting partners. If you dislike or are offended by such content or if you are a minor or live in an area where possession of such material is prohibited, then please DO NOT download or read the following story. The contents of this story and its characters are fictitious.

Outside, the wind howls in the spruce and fir trees, whipping the bows and blurring all with flying snow.

Inside, the yellow/red light from the fireplace behind you, bathes the room in warmth.

Around our end of the log cabin, candles flicker everywhere; like torches carried by an army of white, little soldiers, crowded around to see what in the name of heaven we're doing here in this bed like arena. They seem to ask, "Is this some kind of a battle - or is it some softer, more pleasant combat; is it combat at all?"

We are both naked, both sitting legs crossed under us, facing one another. The grizzly bear hide on which we sit, tickles the backs of our legs and and various parts of anatomy. You squirm your butt into it, relishing the contact. I smile, knowing full well how it feels because it does the same for me. Unhesitatingly, you smile back, not at all uncomfortable with the fact that you are displayed to my burning eyes, not making any attempt to disguise the fact that the bear hair titillates you and is turning you on.

As I watch, your nether lips swell and redden; like a flower, you are opening for the bee - and the 'bee' grows in length and thickness, responding to what I see before me. God, you are beautiful!! Joy and love shine from your face, your lips in a wide open grin. Your tongue, all pink and wet, licks your full red lips, as if in anticipation of what is to come.

The candle torches those warriors carry bath your skin in flickering light and accents the paleness of the places the sun hasn't been to for a while. Your auburn hair is alive with highlights as the candlelight moves and varies.

There is no sound but the howl of the wind outside, the occasional crackle of the fire, and the tone of our breathing which quickens as we each survey the others body. It soon becomes a duel; who will give way first and touch their self. Hands are clenched in the effort not to but it is obvious this can't go on much longer.

I need the contact most and, vanquished by the very sight of you, I let my hands stroke upwards from my knees, to my groin, and, cupping my balls in a fleeting caress, I place them both on my more than eager cock. I squeeze it and massage it, while your eyes never leave that sight.

You chuckle softly and do the same as I. Your hands skimming over soft, smooth thighs to your groin, your fingers open those, oh so beautiful lips at the apex, revealing a hard little button, already swollen and erect, peaking at me.

"Is this what you want to see?" you ask, so softly I can barely hear you.

"Or do you want to see me here?" you whisper, like a child telling a special secret, your fingers sliding down and spreading that flower like a rose in full bloom.

I can see your very core now; shiny outer lips, wet with your secretions, the inner lips dark red within.

"Ummmmm?" you ask, voice trembling and chuckling at the same time.

"Wanna see me? Wanna see the hole that's waiting for your beautiful cock? That's what you want, isn't it? To put that hard thing into my little hole! Oh you nasty, nasty man! You want to fuck me, don't you!?"

"Watch my fingers now," you continue, "See how they slide sooooo easily into me?? See them push the sides away and slide sooo easy, so wet, into me?"

"You dirty man. You want to put that hard thing in there too, don't you? You want to dig around inside me with it and make that wicked ol' thing spurt baby juice into me, don't you? Oh you're so nasty to think such thoughts . . . but beautiful nasty"

"And you" I say "You're watching every move of my hand. You love to see me jerk myself, don't you! You want those lips of yours slobbering all over it, the hard-soft-smooth feel of it on your tongue, the twitching of it in your mouth. You love the heat and the taste of it, you beautiful, wonderful cock sucker, you."

"See?" I go on "There's a pearly drop there, just waiting for you to taste but I won't let you taste it ..... yet! Gonna have to wait and drool. Drool, girl, drool. See I wiped it away. Gonna taste myself.! Gonna see what it is that makes you drool so. Maybe I'll save you some; maybe no. We'll see, my pretty one, we'll see about it!"

And, as I watch you, my words fire your passion and your fingers in your cunt go into overdrive; faster and faster, the fingers of your other hand rubbing your clit.

Your face in contorting in orgasm now; eyes scrunched closed; flush face seeming to bleed down the column of your arched neck; the blood under your translucent skin spreading out over your bouncing titties; nipples swollen and cherry red, looking so very extended; aureola puckered with goose bumps.

My cock hardens even more at the sight of you; veins protrude; my cock becomes deep red and shiny with its swelling; my balls contact and I can feel the upward surge of semen, as it mounts the column of my cock; sensations explode in my head, the world dims and blood roars in my ears ..... yet I hear you, even over my panting breath, my moans and groans, as you shudder and loudly hiss a single word, "Yesssssssssssss.........!!!!!!!!"

You cum there in front of me; my prick jumping and twisting in my flying hand; white semen jetting from its tip, falling on your jerking belly and breasts, some hitting your fingers and adding more lubrication to that garnered from your drooling, spasming pussy.

Later, we sleep, spooned naked on the sheets!!