Green Man Pt. 05

The other men gazed sidelong at one another., exchanging furtive grins and winks They knew what was coming. Had been there themselves.

Sam and Joss stood in their naked arrogance, hands behind their backs at parade rest., in the midst of the other woodworkers. Joss pulled a face that conveyed swagger. With Green between them, the two new men were quite full of themselves.

Green knotted his fists and raised his hands upward. Time slowed down at that moment as they realised what was about to happen. Like the interval between slamming your finger in a door and the moment you feel the pain, both Sam and Joss were paralyzed by what unfolded.

Green brought his fists down hard onto their cock rings snapping them under the force of the blow. They both screamed in terror and pain, their mashed penis searing with lightning bolts of agony.. Too afraid to look, they were sure they would see blood.

"This is not your best work. Make them again."

*********************

The car doors slammed shut and their men stood in the roadway looking where they should head as they searched for the Green Man's workshop. The wives drove away. As the car rounded the curve, Holly took her foot off the gas and drifted to the side of the road. Libby had climbed in the passenger seat and turned slightly to see what the change of course might mean.

"If we wait until the guys are farther along in their walk, we can turn around and be in Darlington sooner. If we keep on this road, it will add 25 minutes to the trip. I want to be there before anyone else gets to see what Mr. Green has for sale today."

It was not a well-thought plan how could Mr. Green be with their husbands and at his booth at the same time? The logic of it was not what urged her action. It was the passion she felt whenever she touched and held one of Green's carved and turned wooden items. Perhaps he had an assistant who could work the boot or even be responsible for the first day of the apprenticeship. She just "knew" she would find something special.

Libby warmed to the idea quickly. She pulled her bag to her lap and dug through until she found her reddest lipstick. It was a tube of Quickpassion Crimson. Pulling down the visor to look in the mirror, Libby applied a thick coat of the glossy balm and rubbed her lips together. Just enough to be noticeable without getting any on her teeth.

Women have two sets of lips and lipstick is used to mimic the excited flushing of their nether lips. Quickpassion Crimson was about the closest shade of red to match her aroused other-lips that she could find.

Alone one night after a warm bath, Libby lay naked on the bed, covered lightly with a sheet. She intended to spend some time just browsing online, perhaps a little shopping. With her tablet in one hand as she looked at cosmetics, she fingered herself gently with her other, letting her arousal guide the selection of colors. She was looking for just the right shade of lipstick to match the way her distended labia appeared when she deeply stimulated. As she looked through the selections and glided through her wet and swollen labia, her excitement mounted. It broke over her about the time she pressed the Buy Now button for the shade she wanted.

Thus she came to select Quickpassion Crimson. It had only arrived that week and she used the occasion of returning to the market and Mr. Green's stand to try it out. She wanted to show her appreciation for the lovely figurine he had given her.

Holly signaled and did a U-turn, then drove past the spot where they had just dropped their husbands. "See anything of them?" Libby answered, "No. They're gone."

So they drove back the way they had come and took the course to Darlington. They arrived in good time as the booths were just being opened by the vendors. They stayed close as they walked the brick streets to Green's tent, their shoulders bumping from time to time.

Holly without a second thought reached for Libby's hand and laced her fingers with hers. Women hold hands. In some cultures men hold hands. When they locked fingers today, though, a surge went through both of them, a circuit connecting their energies.

It felt good holding Libby's hand so securely. She liked the closeness they were developing. First they were the wives of two guys who had been fast friends. Then they began to grow closer, establishing their own bonds. Talking about the carved dildo figure that Libby was given opened a doorway for them to go through together.

Libby liked the feeling of closeness as well. She did not feel anything sexual in the simple act of connection. More like sisterhood. They were building a repertoire of experiences, a shared language, knowing looks and smiles. It was good that their husbands were away on this apprenticeship because it gave the women a chance to leisurely enjoy their growing relationship.

As they turned the corner they saw Mr. Green setting out the last of his wares. They were pleasantly surprised that he was at the booth. Of course, they were eager that he would be, but at the same time thought he might be occupied with his new apprentices.

Green watched them approach. "Come back again, eh?"

They blushed instantly and four nipples grew firm under their clothing. The blush spread to their throats and a warm feeling grew in their stomachs. Just seeing and hearing him aroused them. They knew he saw right through them, knew their secrets desires, knew the effect he had on them.

"Mr. Green, we thought you would be at your shop. We just dropped of our husbands where you told them and came straight over here," Holly blurted. Stumbling over her words, added, "We are happy to see you! Aren't we Libby?"

Libby's Quickpassion lips were spread wide in a smile as she nodded. "Yes, very happy to see you."

"Your men are at work in the shop. I have given them an assignment." That was all he said.

Then brazenly, Green lifted his kilt exposing his penis. It hung low yet full. With his other hand he held his cock out toward them. As they watched him holding the timber of his manhood, it began to grow firm. It was so firm in only a moment that he did not need to cradle it; it stood erect and above the horizontal all on its own.

They could not take their eyes off his cock. He stood, legs apart, letting them stare at the proud member. He spoke again and the words surrounded them like fog. "You see this?" He pulled his foreskin back over the crown of his cock. As he did a gold ring came into view.

As the women leaned in to inspect more carefully, he lay his cock on the table in front of them as if it were one of the wares for sale. The other items on the table clattered left and right to make room for his surging penis. With hands on hips, he invited them to look, to touch.

They unclasped their hands and both reached for Green's appendage. Libby slid her hand under it and lifted it, heavy in her hand. Holly smoothed her hand over the crown, petting it almost. The ring glistened in the morning light. It was textured, but with no pattern that they were familiar with. In fact, as they held and looked, the textures seemed to flow and change around the circumference of the ring.

"It's lovely!" Libby croaked and squeezed Green's shaft in her delicate hand. "It's so hard and so hot."

Holly licked her lips imagining what it would feel like in her mouth, the smooth crown parting her lips, her tongue stretching along the underside, touching the gold ring. A drop of clear fluid seeped at the end of his cock making Holly want to touch and taste.

A normal man might have exploded right there and then. Having two lovely women fondling his cock out in public would be much more than most men could stand without spontaneously ejaculating. Green was a master of control, both of himself and others.

As they continued to hold and stroke his heavy tackle, Green told them what their husbands were going to learn. That they had been assigned to carve such a ring for themselves. They would study ancient and honored ways of caring for trees, for the lumber they produced, to create sturdy, practical, and lovely furniture. And, he added, "Their work will have power." He did not elaborate, but both women understood that to mean sexual power.

Something to their left caught Libby's attention. It was a couple coming to the table. She was instantly jealous of their time with Green and their informal worship of his manhood. Should she continue to hold the naked penis in her hand and let the people nearing them see?

The man and woman came closer and began to look at the spoons, bowl, and other utensils arranged on the table. The woman smiled at Libby and looked down at what she held. "It's lovely. I've been looking for a spoon like that."

Libby's eyes widened as she looked down as well. In her hand was indeed a carved serving spoon, stout and firm. It was not the penis she had been holding only moments before. It was a spoon. Around the bulbous end was a gold ring neatly set in.

"May I?" she asked politely of Libby.

A rather shocked Libby handed the spoon to her and looked at Green, whose face was impassive. Holly was surprised as well to see she had been fondling a wooden trowel, the kind that one would use in a garden with very light soil.

The man was examining the carpentry tools. Holly could not help herself but say, "They are very sharp. My husband was unlucky and cut himself badly on one of the axes."

Still Green stood passively letting the four customers touch his wares and feel their power and influence.

Holly noticed it first and nudged Libby's ribs with her elbow. Libby saw too, then. The wife was making small movements with her hips against the edge of the table, her hands clasping the spoon that she had taken from Libby. Her movements became more pronounced until, in short time, she was grinding her pelvis hard against the undulations in the live-edge table. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Her eyes were clamped tightly, cords in her neck stood out as she tensed her body in anticipation of the wave about to crash over her.

Her husband too was entranced by the tool he held. Holly noticed his pants tenting and a small spot begin to form in the light khaki pants he wore. Quote dangerously, the man rubbed the flat of the axe against his swollen pants. If he turned only slightly, he would have sliced through his pants and emasculated himself.

Green looked at Holly and then at Libby. He had raised an eyebrow as if to ask them a question. He was asking if he should let the newcomers crash over their tension wall and arrive at the orgasm they were mounting to. The women exchanged glances and smiled mischievously. Then they turned their smiles to Green and nodded in delight. Green, through some mental power of control and merely lowered his chin, and thus allowed the couple to have their release.

The woman moaned and shuddered. She would have fallen over, had Libby not caught her around the waist and held her. Libby felt the passion in the woman as waves of orgasm passed over her. The woman leaned her head into Libby's collarbone and throat and ground herself as deeply into her as was physically possible. Libby could not help feeling her own arousal build. She had been spending the past few minutes holding a massive cock in her hand and now was supporting a woman in the throes of orgasm. Who could not be affected by such lustiness?

As the waves of passion subsided, the woman reached up and pulled Libby's face toward her. With an open mouth, she kissed Libby, desperately driving her tongue deeply in. Libby was transfixed by the passion and was both extremely aroused and only slightly embarrassed to be enjoying the wet lips and face against hers.

When, at last, the woman was able to breathe calmly, she realised Libby was holding her. Both her and Libby's faces were smeared with Quickpassion Crimson lipstick. She broke the hug and stepped back slightly and smiled awkwardly. "Thank you. I mean, excuse me. I mean..." Her words trailed off as the woman breathed deeply inhaling Libby's aroma.

Holly caught only the briefest of glimpses of Libby and the woman. She had been worried about the husband who was stroking the axe against his bulging pants. He was going to lacerate himself for sure, just as Joss had done a week ago. Waiting tremulously to render aid to him in case he slipped, Holly watched the man become more rhythmic in his rubbing with the axe.

She was thinking of his naked cock hidden beneath the layers of cotton. She could imagine its girth and strength through his pants. When he came, the dark spot became a wide splash crossing his pants from pleat to pleat. He bucked his hips as he delivered the last of his eruption into his clothing.

He breathed raggedly as he descended from the high of his orgasm. Still holding the axe against himself, he was able to pull it away without inflicting any damage to himself. Holly watched him stagger once, then steady himself.

"You know tools." Green at last spoke. The man nodded. "I am looking for apprentices. Let us talk some. Later." The man nodded again.

To the lady he said, "I think you will want this spoon to go with you. It is useful for so many things a woman likes to do." A bystander would have perceived he meant to do in the kitchen. None of the four standing there misunderstood what he meant, actually.

Holly and Libby did not buy anything that morning. They did not find a tool or utensil that was better or more attractive than the ones they had bought already. They found what they wanted, though. They derived more joy from being a part of Green's plot to seduce men and women with his natural power of arousal. He had captured the unsuspecting couple in the same way he snared Holly and then Joss, Libby, and Sam. Almost the very words and activities he had used on them and who knows how many others.

He saw through people, saw their needs, their desires, their vulnerability. Rather than prey on them or exploit their shame, Green simply allowed them to enjoy the freedom and power of sexual energy. His wares were tools to communicate even when he was not present. They were totems of his ancient power and craft. If he had a mission, it was to gather acolytes, apprentices in the libidinal craft he was master of.

Holly and Libby stepped back from the booth to let the couple transact their business with Green. Words did not pass between them, but both women knew they would see Green again. And both women thought of what their husbands would be learning.

The thoughts made them slick with eagerness.