Virgin for the Woodsman

by Eddie Cleveland

  Did her boss come back? My heart begins to pick up pace as I search the ground for footprints, for some kind of sign of a struggle. But I only see Abbie’s hiking boot prints in the dirt.

  Did she head back to town without me? Did she leave without saying goodbye? My heart sinks with the last thought. It’s too painful to think about, I want to push it away, but it spreads like a cancer through me, destroying the cells of my heart.

  Twinkle, jingle, ching!

  I snap my head up and look toward the woods where I heard the sound. That was the bells I attached to Abbie’s walking stick, I’m sure of it. Like a mirage of water appearing before a man dying of thirst, Abbie materializes from the thick brush nearby. A sigh of relief escapes my lungs as a smile I can’t control sweeps over my face.

  “Abbie! Where were you?” I try not to sound like I’m accusing her, but I fail as I walk over to her and look at the bucket she’s holding in her hands.

  “Look, I found some blackberries. I found a bunch of bushes over that way and picked a couple. They’re so good,” her eyes sparkle with delight, “I just had to pick some for us,” she gushes.

  I can’t help but laugh. “What’s so funny?” She frowns a little as she searches my face.

  “Nothing, it’s just like we’re living back in the caveman days or something,” I shake my head and laugh. “You’re out picking berries and I’m making sure we have fire, it’s just too perfect,” I smile down at her.

  “I never thought of it that way,” she giggles. “I just know how much you love eating juicy, sweet peaches,” her eyes twinkle mischievously, “so I knew you’d love these too.” She plucks a berry from the pile and holds it out for me to taste. I open my mouth and she stands on her tiptoes and grinds her pussy against me as she drops the fruit on my tongue. Sweetness explodes in my mouth as my cock springs to life and I pull her against me tight.

  “Give me that,” I grab the bucket of berries from her hand and settle them down on the ground. Before she can ask anything, I lift her up over my shoulder as she squeals and squirms. “I’m gonna drag you back to my cave and ride your sweet ass,” I growl and give her firm behind a sharp slap as I walk her toward the cabin.

  31

  Cole

  I twist the handle and kick open the door, swiftly booting it shut with a shuddering thud. A few steps across the cabin and I toss Abbie down on the mattress as she giggles.

  She rolls over onto her belly and looks up at me with a sultry smile, I can’t help but watch how she slowly grinds herself against the mattress, her body already begging for my cock.

  “So, you get your cherry popped and now you can’t get enough, huh?” My fingers practically slice open my buttoned shirt and I let it fall from my hand to the ground, never taking my eyes off her. Still watching that perfect ass subtly sway as she subconsciously plays with herself.

  “Now you can’t get enough of this cock, can you?” I growl grabbing my growing girth in my hand.

  “I can’t,” she looks up at my bulge and licks her lips and I groan. I’m going to put those lips to good use in a minute.

  Kicking off my boots, I fling them across the room haphazardly and peel my socks off. “On your knees sweetheart,” I command her, finally convincing my eyes to travel up from her beautiful ass and meet her gaze. That full lip she was licking is now under assault from her teeth as she bites down into her pillowy flesh. Abbie scoots up onto her knees, sitting back on her haunches at the edge of the bed.

  I step toward her, staring down into her eyes as I unzip my pants and flick open the button. With a single shove, I push down the fabric over my ass and my cock springs up in front of her face. Abbie’s eyes grow wide as she looks at all nine inches with wonder.

  “Suck it,” I demand, circling my thumb and forefinger around the base, I bring it to her lips and Abbie obediently opens her mouth, letting me slide over her wet, willing tongue. I press my hand into the back of her head and guide her down my dick, watching as my shaft disappears into her mouth. The more she’s able the take, the more turned on I get.

  Abbie’s eyes water, but she doesn’t resist me. I hold her head firm and thrust my cock over the length of her tongue until I can feel her throat give way for me.

  I pull back and slide back in quicker this time as Abbie’s cheeks hollow. She begins to suck on my cock like she’s desperate to taste my seed. Her eyes look up to mine, big and round, and the lower lids slightly lined with water, but she doesn’t protest.

  I grab her head on either side and thrust my cock into her mouth in short, sharp strokes before popping out of the suction of her mouth as I pull back away.

  “Get over here,” I dig my fingers into Abbie’s hips and flip her over on the bed. I kick my pants off, stepping out of them and as Abbie steadies herself on her hands and knees, I yank her pants down over her ass and pull her back on the bed toward me.

  “I’m gonna fuck that tight little pussy now, that’s what you want isn’t it?”

  “I do,” she’s too quiet. I give her ass a sharp slap and the snap of my hand fills the air.

  “Tell me what you want, Abbie. Don’t whisper. I want to hear you when you beg for it,” I slide my fingers over her wet, exposed entrance and she moans, trying to press back against me.

  “How does that feel?”

  “It’s not enough,” she speaks louder this time and tries to grind back, but her efforts get her another stinging slap on the ass.

  “What do you want me to do? Tell me what you’re hungry for,” I demand.

  “Your cock,” she finally relents. “Please, I need to feel it again. I need you to fuck me, Cole. I need your cock like I need to breathe.”

  “That’s right, good girl,” I rub my broad hand over her red ass, “and now that I’ve fucked you once, I’m not going to go so easy on you this time,” I yank her back until the heat of her entrance is tempting the head of my dick. “I’m going to fuck you like you’re mine, Abbie. Because you are mine. You’ll always be mine.”

  “I’m yours,” she echoes my words. “Take me, Cole.”

  I drive my cock deep into her core in one, long, relentless thrust and she yelps with surprise. Her pussy quivers around me, holding me tight inside her. I reach forward and grab a fistful of her long hair at the base of her neck and yank her head back as I bury myself to the hilt inside her.

  “Say it again,” I growl, fucking her in deep, hard strokes as she quakes on her hands and knees in front of me.

  “I’m yours. I never want another man, you’re my first and last, Cole,” her voice is tight, almost as tight as her sweet pussy is against my girth.

  Almost.

  With my hand wrapped in her locks, she’s completely under my control as I drive my dick into her deep and fast. This isn’t some slow, sensual deflowering. This isn’t making love. This is full, fast fucking. I don’t hold anything back as I fill her with my thick shaft as deep as possible, over and over.

  Her panting and little high pitched squeals are just about driving me insane. She’s loving this just as much as I am. I guess we’re a perfect match. My orgasm is near, I can feel my body tense up as the wave builds inside. Somehow, I manage to pull out as my cock spurts white streaks of semen over her ass.

  “Fuck!” I groan as I shoot ropes of my seed over her backside and watch as they drip down the backs of her thighs.

  Abbie kneels and rubs my cum into her ass slowly. I can’t tear my eyes from her as she sensually circles it into her skin. She turns around and looks up at me with purpose and slowly licks her fingers off, one by one.

  Fuck she’s sexy. I feel like I could climb on top of her and fuck her again and again. Instead I reach down and grab her thighs, tugging her legs hard, making her fall onto her back. I rip the pants I left half pulled down the rest of the way off, throwing them back over my shoulder before I hold her legs wide open and peer down between them.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” I watch the surprise splash over her face as I meet the
heat of her pussy with my tongue. Fuck she’s wet. Her juices coat my mouth. I savor every drop of her nectar as I delve my tongue between her lips and slowly drag it up to her clit.

  “Oh God,” Abbie breathes the words and lets her head fall back to the bed as I twist and tease my tongue over her clit. I let go of one of her legs and plunge my fingers into her pussy, pressing them forward against her wall until I feel her g-spot. Abbie thrashes and writhes under me as I bear down on the spot, hooking my finger against it like I’m telling her to come to me. In a way, I am. Come to me. Cum for me. It’s all the same.

  I lick her little taut nub and suck it gently in over my lips as I play with her g-spot.

  “Oh! Oh god, I’m going to cum!” Abbie throws her hands over her face and the entire length of her body shudders as her orgasm overtakes her. Her pussy pulses around my finger and a gush of her cum spills onto my tongue as I lap her up. Abbie jerks her hips up toward me and then back down onto the bed, lying motionless as I slide my fingers back out of her and sit back.

  I love watching the aftermath of my work, and Abbie lying back on my bed like a limp, loose rag doll. Her body humming with the afterglow of bliss is amazing.

  Crawling up into the bed, I unbutton her shirt and let it fall open around her perky breasts before I pull her in against me tight.

  “That, that was… I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she murmurs with her eyes closed, snuggling in against me.

  “Shhh, get some rest,” I kiss her forehead and squeeze her, “you’re gonna need it.”

  “Why?” Abbie’s eyelashes flutter open and I can see worry behind her eyes. “Do I have to leave now?”

  “No, no, I’m not taking you anywhere today. But I am going to fuck you until neither of us can move.”

  A smile slides over her lips as she closes her eyes and rests her head against me. “I’m yours,” she breathes the words.

  “That’s right Abbie, you’re mine.” I answer her soothingly. As she drifts off into a worn-out sleep, my mind spins. Now the question is, how do I get her to stay mine forever?

  32

  Abbie

  Sitting in the chair that Cole made himself, I lean back and bask in the early morning sun. I can’t remember the last time I was up before the dawn. It feels amazing to watch Mother Nature wake up as a parade of glittering golds and soft pinks streak across the sky.

  Everything about this feels perfect. The way Cole kissed me tenderly before slipping out of bed this morning telling me he would be back later with some fish for breakfast. The way I can enjoy the calm beauty of birds and squirrels beginning to forage for their own food. Even this cup of instant coffee that once tasted so nasty on my tongue seems right now.

  It’s like I spent so much of my time in university worrying about schedules and my scholarship that I forgot how good it feels to truly relax. My mother was right, I needed to get out and explore. I needed experiences that I could never find in a textbook. I needed this.

  And now it’s going to end.

  The thought shoots through me, burning my nerves and making my hands shake around my coffee cup. Cole and I spent the entire day and night fucking. The amount of times and ways that we were one left my body sore in the best way and my spirit awakened. I was sure, as we were drifting off to sleep last night that he would finally whisper the word I’ve been longing to hear for days.

  Stay.

  “Tomorrow we have to say goodbye, huh?” He asked and my heart shattered.

  “If you think so,” I tried to leave it open, to put my foot in the door, leaving a crack of possibility for him to change his mind and invite me.

  “I can’t keep waiting to be found. It’s only a matter of time until the authorities head out this way. I’m guessing your boss has gotten a hold of them and his own boss by now,” his deep voice was tinged with betrayal.

  For a moment, I felt guilt swirl up inside me that I had ever been a part of that manhunt. My ignorance about who Cole really is didn’t feel like an excuse.

  “I’m sorry I’ve caused all this trouble for you,” I tried not to let the lump growing in my throat affect my voice.

  “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. Besides, none of that matters now. I guess the only thing to do is get you back to town and for me to find a new place to make my home.”

  “Sure,” I didn’t want to say any more than that single word because I knew if I uttered even one syllable more, my voice would crack and my tears would pour out of me.

  Instead, I rolled over, trying to seek comfort in Cole’s arm wrapped around me. Trying to memorize the way his skin felt on mine as he spooned me. Trying to make the moments until he marched me out of these woods last forever.

  Mama was right about so many things. Living my life. Having new experiences. Opening my heart. What she didn’t tell me was the overwhelming pain of heartbreak that comes from losing it all.

  I wipe my hands over my misty eyes and stand up. I need a distraction. Sitting here crying isn’t going to change a damned thing. Cole’s going to need a fire in the stove to cook the fish on, so I’ll go grab some wood and try to get one started for him.

  Placing my mug on the counter by the door, I slip on my boots and walk outside into the early morning sunshine. The air smells sweeter this time of the day, with the dew glistening on the plants and bushes. Everything looks like it’s twinkling. I take a deep breath of fresh air into my lungs and try to clear my head. Turning the corner around the cabin, I start stacking a small armful of wood onto my arm.

  Thud, thud.

  I turn toward the heavy footsteps smiling, expecting to see Cole holding a line with his catch of the day dangling from it.

  My eyes grow wide and I open my mouth to scream as I drop the wood to the ground, but no sound escapes my lips.

  Cecil stares at me with wild eyes and a scowl etched onto his dirty face. His hair is standing on end and he has debris scattered throughout it. His clothes are ragged and filthy. He looks like he was dredged up from a swamp, his hollow eyes flash at me as I can see madness dancing inside them.

  “Good morning Abbie,” his voice is stuffed up like he’s got a cold or suffering from allergies.

  I glance from side to side for Cole. He’s not here. My eyes desperately scan around me for a weapon. I’m not an idiot, I know a deranged animal when I see one. When I look at Cecil he looks no different than a rabid bear. He’s probably twice as dangerous.

  The only thing around me is the wood and I lift up a log unconvincingly like a short, fat bat.

  “Stay back,” my voice wavers.

  “Isn’t it crazy?” He steps toward me slowly and I inch back until my legs hit the pile of wood. “I’ve been out here for days looking for you Abbie. Fucking days!” I can see scrapes and what look like bee stings covering the backs of his hands. His grimy clothes are tattered and his gray hair is strewed. “I thought you might be dead. I worried about you. And all this time you were shacking up with a fucking killer.” He lunges forward and I yelp, twisting to the side, I run around the corner of the house, but my scalp sears with pain as Cecil jerks my head back by my hair. I swing the wood, but miss him and it clangs against the side of the cabin with a deadened thud and drops from my hand. Cecil grabs my shoulders and throws me against the wall so hard my teeth rattle and I see spots in the sky. Before I can scream, his hand circles around my throat and he’s pressing down hard. I gasp for air.

  “Let me go,” I sputter and kick at him but he throws his entire body forward and pins me back against the wall. I’m trapped under him and the corners around my vision are starting to go black as I fight for my breath.

  “I looked after you. I was going to make you rich. Make you famous. But it turns out you just wanted to chase some dick, huh? Isn’t that what you’re doing out here. Sucking his cock?” He glares at me with his icy blue eyes.

  I try to argue. To scream. To plead. But all that comes out is a squeak as he crushes my windpipe. I’m feeling dizzy and my head i
s growing light.

  Is this how I’m going to die?

  I can’t even cry. I’m just stuck under him. Stuck smelling his rotten breath as he accuses me of being a slut.

  “Cause if it’s cock you’re chasing, I’ve got some for you,” with his free hand he tugs the front of my pants down and I try to twist my legs shut. He presses harder on my throat and I can feel my consciousness slipping away. My limbs are hard to control, my lips are tingling and my head is woozy as I try to suck in some air.

  “No,” I manage to breathe the word out. Not that he cares.

  Cecil steps his foot between mine and kicks my legs open, I try to claw him, to slap him, to kick him, but I’m barely hanging on. The world has become a small tunnel containing only his disgusting, dirty face.

  I can feel his gritty hand on my skin and I can’t even sob. My face feels like it’s filled with too much blood. Like when I was a kid and used to hang upside down on the monkey bars for too long. Tears spill over my cheeks and I realize there’s nothing I can do. He’s stronger than me. I’m overpowered. He’s going to rape me.

  He might kill me.

  And there isn’t anything I can do.

  33

  Abbie

  I hear a fast crunching sound, but my mind can’t make any sense of it.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Cole’s voice cuts through the fog, giving me hope as I sputter for breath.

  I hear a fleshy thud and then my throat is free. I fall to the ground and wheeze in long, deep breaths, my lungs burning for oxygen. I cough and choke as I gasp at the air like a fish out of water. Slowly my vision returns and my mind clears. I realize that just because Cecil isn’t on me anymore that doesn’t mean this is over.

  I reach down and pull up my pants, fighting my instinct to vomit at the thought of him groping me. I push away the vision I have of what he planned to do to me and struggle to get to my feet.