Enchanted Forest

Copyright Aurora Black, March 2006

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Author's Note: AlthoughI am not eligible for this contest, I wanted to share my thoughts on Earth Day. Enjoy.

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The sun slowly rose over the horizon as the men entered the forest, their confident strides taking them deeper into the trees until they could no longer see the world they'd left behind. As they walked, the men observed the lush green of their surroundings and realized that besides the contents of the heavy backpacks they carried, there were no signs of civilization. No car horns to break the peaceful silence, no telephone poles to ruin the awe-inspiring view of the sunrise over the trees, not even a signal for their cell phones. They were alone in nature, and they were content.

The feeling didn't last. The men were lumberjacks, assigned to clear a large section of trees near the river by the day's end.

They paused for a moment to take a deep breath of the fresh air, the smell of wood and earth enticing them, calling to them. Their leader released a quiet sigh as they looked around at the delicate, tranquil beauty of the trees, knowing that they were meant to destroy them.

The foreman of the group, Bill, cleared his throat before addressing the men in a gruff voice. "All right, guys. We'd better get moving if we want to fulfill our quota. Can't get paid if the bosses don't see results, right? Let's hustle up, the site's still a long way off."

The rest of the men muttered in agreement, and silence fell again as they continued hiking through the woods, the chainsaws growing heavier on their backs with each step.

Hours later, the team of loggers reached the river and the trees beyond. The sun was high in the sky as they approached the site, its rays filtering through the canopy of branches and leaves and creating a shimmering glow that covered everything it touched. The effect was magical.

Bill ran a hand over his face as a pang of regret pierced his heart, but he quickly recovered.

"Come on! The sooner we get the job done, the sooner we can go home!"

The men detached their chainsaws from their packs as they each took position at a tree, the serrated blades shining in the light. In unison, they reached out for the cord to start the motor... and the faint tinkle of female laughter made them stop in their tracks.

Startled, all ten heads whipped around as they tried to find the source of the noise. They saw nothing but birds fluttering around the surrounding trees. No women were in sight.

Bill frowned, his wary eyes scanning the terrain. His hand instinctively tightened on his saw.

"What the hell? I don't like this. Let's hurry and get this over with."

The men nodded in agreement and returned to their posts. The chainsaws whirred loudly, disturbing the natural flow of the forest as the frightened birds took flight to escape the awful noise.

Before they could bury their saws into the tree trunks, a slender hand closed on Bill's muscled shoulder. He jumped at the intrusion, swinging his large body around and barely missing the woman with his still running chainsaw. Bill gasped as he realized what he'd almost done, and he rushed to turn the machine off before lowering it to the ground at his feet. The other men did the same, staring in disbelief at the sight before them.

Bill's eyes widened at the sight of the mysterious woman, and he knew that he should ask if she was all right. But he was too entranced by the softness of her skin, the vividness of her emerald eyes. The color of rich, dark earth, her hair fell like a waterfall down her shoulders and back, skimming the gentle swells of her naked breasts. The long tresses were adorned with leaves that matched her eyes.

She was the most beautiful thing that he'd ever seen. What was she doing in the middle of the forest?

It was a long moment before Bill noticed that the chainsaws had stopped completely, and it took another moment for him to find his voice. He couldn't stop staring at her incredible eyes.

"You all right, Miss? Are you hurt?"

Her moist lips parted, and he couldn't resist imagining them enveloping his cock. He squirmed as he grew hard in his jeans, his erection pressing against the confining denim.

Silently, the woman stepped closer, pressing her full breasts against his taut chest. He could feel their heat through the layers of jacket and shirt that he wore, and he grit his teeth at the sensation.

She gently cupped his cheek with one hand, her eyes mesmerizing. "Why are you here?"

From the corner of his eye, Bill saw a multitude of women emerge from the bushes to surround the remaining men. They were as diverse as they were beautiful; all shapes, sizes, all colors of the rainbow. He watched as they embraced the loggers, who gave only a token resistance before succumbing to their charms. The sounds of masculine groans of pleasure floated on the wind.

Bill returned his eyes to the enchantress, torn between desire and fear.

"We are... we need to..." He couldn't complete the sentence under her gaze. "W-who are you?"

Her laughter was like music to his ears, and she stood on tiptoe to whisper seductively in his ear.

"I am your every wish, every desire. Give yourself to me, Bill. Let me love you."

He closed his eyes, fighting the rising lust that he felt. His cock strained with the urge to bury itself deep inside her body, and they had barely touched. What was this strange hold that she had over him?

Bill felt the last shred of his reason falling away, and his eyes locked on hers again.

"How did you know my name... ohh..."

The woman was stroking the rock-hard bulge in his jeans, and he was already close to coming. Just when he was about to explode, she stopped her hand and smiled wickedly at his hoarse groan.

"Not yet, lover. I've got plans for you..."

With a strength that surprised him, she shoved him down into the soft grass before climbing over him. The sunlight shone on her beautiful body as she ripped off his clothes with growing urgency, and he couldn't do anything but stare up at her. Amidst the sounds of groans and giggles, he cupped her lovely breasts in his hands, raising his head to take an erect nipple into his mouth. She gasped in pleasure, running her fingers through his thick black hair and anchoring him to her. He alternated between the straining peaks, his mouth watering from the taste of her skin. She was a heady combination of woman and fresh spring water.

She took his throbbing cock into her hands and gently pumped it, her thumb spreading his pre-cum along the crown. Moaning, he arched against her hand as she picked up the pace, causing him to toss his head from side to side in ecstasy. He'd never been touched quite like this before. Of course, he'd had his share of women, but none of them could possibly compare to...

"What's your name, beautiful?"

Bill managed to ground out the words as he felt the come rising up his shaft. His time was almost up. She positioned herself above his aching cock, rubbing her shiny wet lips against the tip before pressing down. "My name... is Dawn."

Bill groaned loudly as he slid into Dawn's unbelievably tight pussy, and he felt the dam burst inside him. In the cool stillness of the forest, the grunts of his explosive passion mingled in the air with those of his men.

"Ohh, Dawn... fuck... Jesus Christ!"

He came hard, his hips bucking as he slammed his cock into her over and over. His orgasm was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before, more powerful and longer lasting. He shuddered repeatedly as he emptied his burning hot seed into his wild forest woman, into Dawn.

Moments later, he opened his eyes and found her watching him with a smile on her face. He then realized that she hadn't come, and guilt set in. He flushed with embarrassment, cursing himself for not being able to last as long as he'd wanted with this wonderful creature.

"I'm really sorry, babe. I just lost control..."

Dawn leaned forward and silenced him with a finger to his lips.

"Shhh, my love. I'll take care of it."

Bill frowned, unsure of what she was talking about. "But it'll take me a while to..."

She smiled wider, cupping his head and turning it until he could see the rest of his men with their female companions. They were also naked amongst the trees, sweating and panting with lust.

Dawn began to move her hips against his spent cock. "Just watch them for a minute."

He couldn't look away; the sight of so many plunging cocks and sopping, hungry cunts were impossible to ignore. The couples were gyrating wildly to an unknown rhythm, punctuated with keening cries and guttural moans. He saw many sets of fingers teasing and invading various holes, warm wet tongues flicking at nipples, cocks, pussies and assholes. Every combination imaginable for fucking was being used in full force, and in every conceivable position.

But he had just come; it was impossible for him to get hard again so soon.

Bill turned his head back to Dawn just as she blew the golden powder into his face. He coughed in surprise as the shiny dust filled his mouth and nose, making his entire body tingle pleasantly.

"What did you do to me?"

Dawn continued to ride his softening cock, never losing her smile.

"You'll see soon enough."

She turned her head towards her fellow forest women, muttering something that Bill didn't understand. It sounded exotic and ancient, like a forgotten language from long ago. With each syllable that was spoken, he felt tiny electric shocks travel over his skin, making him more sensitive to every touch. His vision sharpened, and he could see every tiny detail of the orgy around him; both men and women fucking in wild abandon, bodies bathed in sweat and spilled come. The freshness of the air was replaced by the scent of sex, and the sounds of pistoning cocks and ravenous holes filled Bill's ears.

The next thing he knew, two identical women were standing beside their joined bodies. They looked down at Bill's naked form, observing him like a starving lion does its prey before they addressed Dawn.

"Leave it to you to snatch up the best specimen for yourself, dear sister."

Dawn's laughter echoed off the trees, and Bill's cock was stiff and aching inside of her. She looked down at him, her eyes promising more pleasures to come as she rode him harder.

"Bill, meet the twins: Robin and Raven. Girls, meet Bill."

The women lowered themselves to the ground, immediately pouncing on Bill and taking turns kissing him. He moaned at the heat of their mouths, the motion of their tongues.

"Hello, Bill. Would you mind if Dawn sat on your face while we take turns riding that magnificent cock of yours?"

Since they asked so nicely, what else could he have said but yes?

"Hop on, ladies."

Dawn climbed off his cock, straddling his face as Robin sank onto him and Raven took position between his legs to lick and suck at his balls. Bill groaned from the simultaneous stimulation that the three gorgeous women gave him, determined to enjoy every single moment of the encounter.

Bill licked at Dawn's pussy and was amazed at her strong, earthy scent and taste of sex. He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue as he dipped his fingers inside, and was rewarded by her moans as they grew in frequency and intensity. He felt her inner muscles clenching around his fingers as she came.

"Oh, Bill! Oh yes, I'm coming..."

Dawn's thighs trembled from the strain as she lifted herself off his face, collapsing onto the grass.

Robin rode him hard, her tits bouncing with each movement of her hips. As she slid her tight pussy up and down his pulsing shaft, she expertly massaged them with her hands, pinching the stiff nipples with her fingers and pulling at them hard before releasing them.

"Bill... my sweet man! Oh yes! Your feel so good inside of me!"

While this was going on, Raven was lapping furiously at Bill's balls, which felt like they were about to boil over. At her sister's passionate shouts, Raven grabbed Robin's arm.

"Hey, it's my turn now."

Robin reluctantly abandoned her post and moved up to Bill's waiting tongue, enjoying the feel of it on her clit while Raven used the pooled moisture at the base of Bill's cock to lubricate her asshole.

Raven grinned wickedly. "Ready for my tight ass, baby? I'm going to drain you dry."

Bill exhaled shakily as Raven turned her back to him and straddled his legs, slowly lowering her creamy asshole onto his waiting cock. Together they moaned as the head wedged into the crinkly skin of her rosebud, and they sighed as Bill slid deeply into her ass.

He grabbed her ass cheeks and rammed his shaft into her, his voice muffled by Robin's steamy pussy.

"Jesus Christ, you're tight!"

Raven didn't reply, she was so overcome with pleasure. She shoved her ass down to meet his thrusts, her fingers tangling in the grass beside them as she used her arms to raise and lower herself on him. Robin shuddered with the force of her orgasm, leaning over to lock lips with Dawn, who was fingering her pussy on the grass. Raven cheered Bill on, her sultry voice making his balls tingle.

"Bill, fuck me hard. Ram my ass! Give me your come, you bastard!"

Looking between Robin's still trembling thighs, Bill watched his swollen cock disappear between Raven's luscious ass cheeks. The sight pushed him over the edge. He lost control again, feeling the come explode from his cock into her willing asshole as Raven's climax milked him for all he was worth. He saw stars exploding behind his closed eyelids.

"Give it to me, baby. Spill it all..."

Bill grunted as Raven released his cock and walked away, followed by Robin. Dawn leaned over him and kissed his sweaty brow, still smiling. "Enjoy yourself, lover?"

Still in awe of what was happening to him, he murmured in agreement before closing his eyes. Hell yes, he'd enjoyed himself a lot. He wanted more, but he was exhausted. First, he needed to rest his eyes, and later he would...

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The sun was setting when Bill awoke and found himself fully dressed once again, his body aching deliciously even as his mind was puzzled over what had happened. Was it all a dream?

He heard a groan and looked to see his men stretching and rising from the ground, frowning with confusion. Someone shouted out to him. "Hey, Bill! What the hell happened, man?"

He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. "I don't know, but we've got to get back before it gets too dark to get around. Let's pack up and move out."

Bill rose, his hand automatically reaching for his chainsaw before he paused. For a long moment, he stared at the instrument of destruction and came to a decision. His hand dropped the machine as if it was a hot coal. One of the men tapped him on the shoulder.

"What about the job, man? What's going to happen when we get back without clearing the trees?"

He pulled away from the logger and walked to a nearby tree, staring at it. He touched a brilliant green leaf, the same color as Dawn's eyes. The same leaves that were in her hair.

Bill's voice was rough with emotion. "We'll manage. Now let's get out of here."

The men abandoned their saws and followed Bill's lead, leaving the river and its trees untouched.

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Many thanks to Kev H for his invaluable help in bringing my story to light. Although he doesn't consider himself an editor, his work was first-class.