Green Man Pt. 01

With the back of the spoon, Holly rubbed herself. She slid the spoon between her lips wetting it and drew it upward to her clitoris. Gently, she made small circles with the spoon around her swollen clit, much as she had done at the market when she stirred the bottom of the bowl. The pattern soon developed where she rubbed the spoon downward through her lips and then up to her clit, spreading her wetness and her joy.

Her sodden lips made squelching sounds as the spoon passed between them. Holly thought about pushing the fat end of the spoon into her vagina, but had never used a large dildo and was afraid. She favored a slender vibrating dildo with an added finger to stimulate her clit as she slid the thin plastic dildo in and out.

The spoon's handle, though was slender, and more than appropriately shaped. So, she turned the spoon around in her hand and looked at it. It was most definitely penile in shape. Much more than her plastic, smooth vibrator. She had never gone so far as to buy a realistically molded dildo - certainly not one molded from real life. An excitement in her head as she slipped the wooden shaft inside, an excitement of pushing something other than her own fingers into herself to stimulate and pleasure her. An excitement at putting the man's so-careful carving into her sex. Had he any idea that was what she might do? Had he any idea as he carved such things that they might be put to such a use? An excitement at the insertion but the practical thought, as she did, that the slender spoon shaft would be too thin to be of much use. Still, she soldiered on.

When the carved cock-end of the spoon glided through the open gates of Holly's sex, the wood seemed to swell. Her mouth fell open. She was filled by a magnificent feeling of a man's tumescent cock in her. She pulled the spoon's shaft out to look, but it was not changed. In the glow of the fire light, the shaft glistened with her juices, but otherwise was the same.

She slid the spoon's handle inside again and again the feeling of fullness presented itself. Holly could not help but slide the cock spoon in and out, feeling every centimeter of its delicious length. As the carved head passed her G-spot, a jolt of pleasure shot through her. Then she pushed and felt the shaft fill her completely.

Holly enjoyed fucking the spoon, controlling the depth and frequency of the hard cockshape to meet her curiosity and spur her pleasure. No man could respond as well or as quickly to her lustful needs. She had never had a vaginal orgasm before, always needing to have her clit stimulated. The man-shaped spoon-shaft was something new and different, though.

Holly's breasts were alive with feeling, and needed to be touched. She firmly rubbed her palm across her breasts, flattening them against her ribs and mashing her nipples. It felt good to move the swirl of breast flesh across her chest. Holly splayed her fingers across her nipples letting each finger roll across the nipple in turn. They ached to be touched more directly. She grabbed at the nipple on her right breast.

Holly's nipples were not pronounced or large, but were very sensitive. They did not normally announce themselves unless she were cold or very aroused. Tonight, her nipples stood proud of their areolae. She pinched the nipple hard and a ripple of joy shot through her. Had her breasts been larger, she would have pulled one to her mouth and sucked hard. Instead, she stroked her nipple through her thumb and fingers, drawing them together around the nipple as if she were pulling a string.

She shifted her attention to her left nipple and tugged on it, imitating the suckling she wanted so desperately. The spoon in her vagina continued its piston-stroking as Holly's hand guided her to a higher plane of pleasure. As her orgasm built, she wanted to play with both her nipples, so Holly clasped the bowl-end of the spoon between her ankles and drew it in and out with her feet.

It felt lewd to be so hot in front of the fire, so open to it, her rosebud anus exposed as she moved her feet and legs to stroke the spoon in her. If she had another spoon its handle would surely go in her other opening and complete the filling of her pleasure portals. She made a promise to herself to return to the fair and buy another. Would it too swell within her bottom?

"Oh my, oh my, oh yes!" she panted through clenched teeth as an orgasm climbed over her. In waves it came on. Not content to use her clumsy lower limbs, Holly sacrificed a nipple's need for pinching to take the spoon in her hand and finish the fucking. And fucking it was!

She drove the spoon in and out of her vagina feeling its mysterious girth glide against the walls. She wanted to drive the spoon as far as she could, but even in her flaming arousal, hesitated going too far.

Pinching her nipple hard and furiously working the shaft in and out, Holly felt the electricity building. The spontaneous orgasm this afternoon at the market stall was only a foretaste of the storm of excitement breaking over her now. She rocked her hips upward as if to meet an invisible lover in their congress. As her orgasm crested, that moment between tension and release, a startling image of the strange man came into her head. His cock was standing proud from his kilt pointing toward her. She opened her mouth in expectation of taking him in. Then the image vanished as she crashed over the edge of her arousal and shuttered as waves of excitement engulfed her.

It could not be possible, she reckoned later, but the spoon shaft seemed to have grown even thicker, fuller, rounder. As she gradually recovered and reluctantly pulled the shaft out from her tender vagina, it was again the same size and shape as when she had purchased it.

In her afterglow, with her legs splayed and her ivory skin damp from the heat and fury of her orgasm, she studied the spoon again. "What magic is in this thing?"

She looked around the perfectly decorated room. It did not seem as comfortable as her careful arrangement had attempted to create. Something was askew. The paint lines were no longer so crisp, the colors muddied.

There was a slight fissure in the facade of carefully curated decor. Something in Holly was changing as well. The put-together presentation of self, giving way to a realistic appreciation of herself, just as she was. She felt a completely foreign desire to be naked rather than so carefully dressed. The Green Man with his forest of hair and deep green eyes, the careful craftsmanship of his wares had affected her.

She would see him again. She had to.