It had been a long day on vacation -- the tour through the English countryside turned out to be less pleasant than expected, and I just wanted to get away from the crowd. It can be a challenge to detach oneself from the tour director, but when our motor coach [aka BUS] stopped for tea in a lovely little village, I opted to go for a solitary walk instead. The little inn was right on the edge of town, and the nearby forest looked cool and green and shady -- maybe I could find a likely spot for a nap on the soft, mossy turf.
As I drew near to the edge of the trees, I began to hear an intriguing sound, something like windchimes, but surely, there was more of a tune... wasn't there? It sounded fairly close, so I thought I'd just see if I could find the source of the compelling music. It was odd -- looking into the trees from the outside, it seemed one could see several yards into the forest, but as one progressed deeper in, the forest seem to close in behind you. I felt a momentary sense of unease. "I should go back," I thought, but then, the music caught my attention once again. Now, it seemed, I could hear the sounds of a flute along with the chimes. As I stood and listened, I began to be acutely aware of other sensations. The light filtering through the trees took on a golden/pink hue, gilding everything it touched. The air was soft against my skin, and I could smell wildflowers and moss, and spice, and ... something else, some delicious musk that had me breathing deeply to take it in.
Without realizing it, I had walked even deeper into the forest, and now, I could hear the sounds of a bubbling stream, and what sounded like sweet, tinkling laughter, which, for some reason, sent delicious tingles down my spine. I was suddenly aware that I was unaccountably aroused. My full breasts seemed to plump within the restraints of my bra, and my nipples tingled. I brushed my fingers across them, surprised to find them hard and erect. I was also surprised at the silken texture of my clothing -- the jeans and tee-shirt I had been wearing and been transformed into a flowing gown of fine translucent silk. My hair had escaped its scrunchie, and fell in thick, gold waves down my back.
I could hear, for a moment, the tour leader calling my name, and, with regret, I turned to retrace my step, when I heard another voice, deep and velvety, say, "Stay."
"Who's there? Where are you?"
No answer, except for the sounds of the laughing, bubbling stream. Then I heard, "Ahhhhhhhh,... so gooood" in that same deep voice. I should have been embarrassed, because there was no mistaking the reason for that sound. Someone was feeling very good, but rather than feel embarrassed, I became even more aroused. I could feel the pulling in my belly and nipples with every soft moan, and my cunt went hot and wet.
As I rounded a particularly huge and ancient oak, I finally saw the source of the voice, and of the earlier music. For some reason, I was not surprised to see a satyr lying on the banks of the stream, arms full of naked and nubile nymphs. One knelt between his legs, working his gigantic cock with hands and tongue, just suckling at the tip, at first, then sliding him deep down her throat. The other nymph sat astride his chest while he fingered her clit and licked her breasts.
I was transfixed, and just watching all the licking and fingering and sucking, I could not help but sigh. The three all looked toward me, and with inviting smiles, beckoned me closer. Suddenly shy, I shook my head and made to step away, but then the nymphs were by my side, taking me in their arms in welcome. "Come, lady," their voices sweet and liquid, "come, come be with us." One brushed my cheek before giving me a sweet kiss. She tasted of sweet spring water, and where she brushed over my breasts the silk became damp, molding over my distended nipples. The other laughed in delight at the sight, and leaned over to suckle me through the silk. As soft as it was, the silk abraded my sensitive breasts so that my knees went weak.
Somehow, I found myself lying beside the satyr, who leaned on one elbow, looking down at me. Above the waist, his skin was coppery brown over rippling muscle and sinew. His black hair was tightly curled, long enough to curl around his elfin ears and the horns on either side. Below the waist, his legs became furred, animal-like, muscular and powerful. His cock was thick and long, bestial, hairy, still glistening from the nymphs' attentions. It pulsed and bounced, along with his heartbeat.
"Lady, sweet lady. We have been waiting for you to come to us today." His voice was deep and dark. His deep obsidian eyes twinkled with good humor, yet were hot and smoky at the same time.
"What do you mean? How could you have been waiting for me?"
"We have known you were coming since ages past, sweet lady. You belong to us." The nymphs murmured in agreement, at which, the satyr motioned for them to rejoin us. "Let us welcome you as you deserve."
The satyr stood, then went to sit, leaning against the oak between huge gnarled roots, and taking up his flute, began to play the tune that had led me into the forest. The music itself moved over my now naked body, warm and soothing, yet exciting at the same time. The nymphs were one on each side of me now, and it just seemed the most natural thing to curve my arms around them, and draw them close, kissing first one, then the other. With a naughty laugh, each one took an arm and lightly pinned me to the earth. Halfheartedly, I tried to free myself, only to find that I was securely held down. I felt a little spear of fear that only made me hotter, and when one of the nymphs bent to teasingly lick my nipple with the tip of her tongue, I heard someone groan, and say, "ohhh, oh, oh, please."
They felt like warm silky water flowing over my body, and their mouths were hot and wet. Each one caressed a breast, then bent to suckle me deep and hard. One lightly bit one nipple, then pulled and plucked me until I thought I would scream. Perhaps I did. Someone did. The music took on an urgent note, building to a crescendo as I came to the edge of orgasm, then subsiding, as the nymphs soothed instead of driving me over the edge.
My hands were free now, and I embraced one of the nymphs, holding her close. We kissed, exploring each other's mouths. I suckled her tongue even as my hand found her breasts. They were small and neat, fitting in the palm of my hand. Her nipples were thick, and I took pleasure in rolling them, tweaking them, pulling them, before I took her into my mouth. Just as I began to suckle her, the other nymph put her hot mouth over my dripping creamy cunt. Her tongue was just a bit rough, and when she licked my clit I arched up and clutched her between my thighs. I am afraid I did bite down that other sweet titty, but laughter was the only response. The nymph's tongue was long and supple, lapping and licking and sucking my clit, then tongue fucking me. The next thing I knew, my legs were open so wide, with my knees up to my ears, and both nymphs were feasting on me, one sucking my clit while the other penetrated me with fingers and tongue, then trading off. I came and came and came, but there seemed to be no end, and the licking and sucking went on and on, until everything exploded in stars and raging fire before going black.
