When I gently place Jenny on the ground within the hollowed-out trunk, she gasps.
“Are you sure?” she asks in a breathless voice. “I’m ready, but we don’t have to do anything right now, if you don’t want to. I completely understand if you want to wait.”
But it’s too late because I’m already blocking up hollow by which we came so that the wind can’t enter. It’s dark within the stump, but our flashlights are bright in the small space and illuminate it so that warm orange tones light up the wooden walls.
“I’m sure,” I rasp, stripping off my jacket while catching those bright blue eyes with my own. “I need you Jenny, right here, right now. I’m sorry it couldn’t be in a more romantic or comfortable place, but I have to have that sweet body under me asap.”
Her eyes go wide and her breathing almost stops. But then she nods and whips off her woolen cap, letting acres of long, blonde hair spill out.
“Of course, Stone,” she murmurs while unzipping her parka. “I want you too. Let’s make this memorable.”
With that, we’re in each other’s arms, our hands scrabbling at one another’s clothes. Her parka comes off, along with two sweaters, a turtleneck, and some godawful long underwear, until the girl is revealed before me in all her golden glory. Her curves are bountiful and lush, gleaming in the light of the flashlights.
“Fuck, baby girl,” I moan while running my hands over her breasts and squeezing. “Are these Double Ds? You’re so gorgeous.”
She nods, while writhing a bit beneath my touch.
“They are,” she pants. “I’m very generously endowed both up here, and down here,” she says shyly, patting her bottom.
I decide I have to see. I tweak her nipple, making her gasp, and then flip her over to look at the big, pert bottom. She’s right. Jenny is ample down there, but in exactly the right way. Her moons are huge and luscious and I squeeze her buttocks, adoring the heft and might.
“Shit baby girl,” I growl. “You’ve got some real junk in the trunk.”
“I know,” she giggles. “But it’s good right?”
I lower my head to bite one cheek lightly and she squeals with surprise and pleasure.
“It’s better than good,” I rumble. “It’s fucking amazing.”
With that, I flip her over again and bury my face between her spread thighs. Oh fuck, I could die here. Her legs are long and luscious, and seeing them parted like this has my cock on end, hard and dripping. Her pink slit gleams at me, begging to be tasted some more, and I lean forward to do the honors.
“Ohhhhh!” she gasps, throwing her head back while bucking slightly. “Oh Stone.”
“You like it don’t you?” I rasp against her folds. “You taste like honey, Jenny.”
She merely closes her eyes and lets out another long wail as I lick her from asshole to clit, stopping to probe her tiny hole gently.
“I’m going in here,” I say before letting my tongue trail up to her clit again. “You’re so small and tight, but you’re going to fit me just fine.”
Jenny lets out another long, musical wail, but then her eyes flicker open when I get up to get out of my pants. They drop to the floor and I kick them away before ripping off my boxers too. It’s only then that a gasp escapes her lips, her eyes wide.
“Oh my god, Stone,” she breathes. “You’re huge. I’m not sure … well, I’m not sure I can accommodate you.”
The blood rushes to my groin on hearing those words, making my pole stiffen even more.
“It’s okay,” I say in a soothing tone. “The only way we’ll know for sure is to try, Jenny. If I get you suitably stretched out and lubed ahead of time, I think you might be able to do it. But again, we’ll only know if we try.”
Her eyes like saucers, she bites her lip and nods. Inside, a deep-seated feeling of satisfaction blooms in my chest. The fact is that a lot of women can’t take me all the way. I’m ten inches long, and as wide at the base as a soda can. In fact, Margaret sometimes could only absorb three inches before pulling off with a wince, and declaring our session done.
But I have a feeling that with Jenny, things will be different. For one, she’s so aroused that her pussy is swollen and desperately wet to the touch. Her clit is so hard that it juts out from her nether lips, begging to be sucked. If anything, I think she’ll be able to take all ten inches just fine before begging me to give her even more.
Slowly, I lower myself on top of her lush, nude form.
“I’m sorry it has to be like this,” I whisper against her lips. “I wanted a big bed and a crackling fire for our first time, but instead, we’re out in the freezing woods in the middle of a burned out tree.”
She merely smiles and spreads her legs wide, bringing me closer to her.
“It’s okay, Stone,” she murmurs, her breasts brushing against my broad chest. “You feel a little like the blazing sun, and you’re keeping me warm by being skin to skin. In fact, I feel overheated, to be honest.”
I nod, barely breathing as I kiss her again. Simultaneously, my tip nudges her tiny hole.
“Are you ready then?” I growl.
She nods silently, and in return, my hips begin to press. Oh shit, she’s so small. Nothing happens at first and I increase the pressure a little more. Slowly, her pussy lips part to surround my head and I find the right angle. I pull her knees up a bit so that her pelvis is tilted at a better angle, and then slowly and gently ease myself in.
“Ohhhh,” she cries out with pleasure, her eyes closed. “Mmm, that feels good.”
Jenny is so small, wet and tight, that I have to grit my teeth not to explode instantly.
“Just a little more,” I say in a hoarse voice. “I’m almost all the way in.”
I push a little more, expecting resistance, because most women don’t have a very long vaginal channel. But to my surprise, my enormous cock slips in all the way, and Jenny merely moans again, tossing her head back as she savors the intense penetration.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Oh god, it feels good.”
Feels good? I feel like the top of my head is about to blow off, and as I pull back, both of us groan at the sensuous slide. Then I ease myself back in and Jenny’s pussy seems to be even tighter now, if possible. How can that be? How can a woman’s twat get tighter with every stroke? But somehow, this curvy girl has all the goods, and she’s slowly but surely pulling me into the abyss.
Because within moments, I’m churning on top of her, giving her the deep drill as she moans and sighs my name.
“Oh Stone,” Jenny cries, her hands stroking up and down my back. “Yes, more.”
“I’ll give you more,” I grunt, thrusting harder and faster. But incredibly, the sweet girl is able to take it all and she merely spreads her legs wider, letting me get even further into that insane honeypot.
“Oooh,” she squeals. “Mmmm.”
That does it. I’ve never been so deep in a woman, and the sensations on my shaft are incredible. With a low rumble that grows into a full on shout, I spill my essence into her sweetest spot, pulsing and jerking like there’s no tomorrow.
“Oh fuck, baby!” I roar. “Shit!”
Jenny loses it too, her pussy spasming on my cock and milking me of my virile semen.
“Yes!” she squeals. “Give it to me, Stone!”
I pump and pump, again and again, spewing every drop of my virility into her sweet chamber. Meanwhile she sighs, moans and bucks like a mare in heat, her big breasts trembling as that swollen pussy takes it all.
“Shit,” I gasp when we finally sink back to Earth. “Holy fuck.”
Jenny sighs and holds me close as a satisfied smile wreathes her beautiful face.
“Did you like that?” I ask. “I’m so sorry, baby, for taking you like a beast on the forest floor. I should have waited until we were back at the Big House or back in civilization at least. Anywhere but here.”
She merely opens her eyes and gazes serenely at me, her gentle smile and fluttering lashes making my heart
pound.
“It’s okay, Stone,” she says in a soft voice. “I wanted it as much as you.”
With that, I pull her sweet warmth close against my broad chest. The fact is that we both wanted it, and there’s no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed. Yes, we did it in the middle of the forest, but there are worse places. Yes, we did it in the middle of a rescue search, but at the same time, our coupling probably only lasted fifteen minutes max. No one will know what happened, and until we’re ready to reveal ourselves to the world, no one will.
6
Jenny
I stumble out of my small cottage, blinking blindly in the bright sunlight. I did my best to look presentable after rolling out of bed this morning. I brushed my hair, washed my face, and even put on a swipe of lipstick, but I know that no make-up can explain the brightness of my eyes nor the flush on my cheeks.
After all, Stone and I made love last night. It’s so taboo and wrong. We were supposed to be looking for his lost wife, Margaret, but instead we got sidetracked and ended up enjoying one another physically in the dark Maine woods. It shouldn’t have happened, but it did, and my thighs squeeze together even now at the memory. He was so huge, dark, and delicious, and I would do it all over given the chance.
But now, it’s the next morning, and somehow, sunlight has a way of putting everything in its place. In the harsh light of day, I have to acknowledge that there are major hurdles before us. For one, none of the search parties located Margaret last night, and by all accounts, she’s a missing person now. My heart drops. Oh god, what do we do? It leaves Stone and I in a weird position, but even more, I’m concerned about my friend. Where is she? Why did she disappear?
Hurriedly, I rush into the Big House. There’s a scrum of people gathered around the kitchen island, and Stone is one of them. My heart leaps when I see him. He’s so tall and handsome, with light stubble on those carved cheeks and his burnished russet hair gleaming in the morning sun. He turns to look at me, and across the kitchen, our gazes lock and ignite. Immediately, my heart begins to race and my body goes hot all over. Can people sense our connection? Can they tell that I’m burning up in my clothes right now? Oh god, I hope not, given that we’re discussing his wife’s disappearance.
Sheriff Caldwell is giving instructions. I try to listen as I join the scrum, but it’s hard to focus since Stone is standing so close yet so far.
Don’t lose your grip on reality, the voice in my head warns. It was just one night. Maybe you guys lost yourself in passion because of the dire situation. Don’t people fall in love during shipwrecks and other such emergencies? It’s human nature to bond when you’re in danger.
I shush the internal voice. Yes, Stone and I made love with fiery passion while we were supposed to be looking for his wife, but it’s more than that. Evidently, he’s been separated from Margaret for months now, from before I arrived in Jericho. Plus, she was allegedly on the verge of moving out. Stealthily, I look around the kitchen, but there are no tell-tale half-packed boxes nor packing tape lying around. She must have done all her packing in her bedroom.
“So what we’re going to do is bring the dogs out today,” the Sheriff drawls. “K-9 in Marin County is on board, and they’ve been working with some new Belgian Malinoises that I hear are the best in the nation. These dogs will be able to sniff out Margaret in no time, and we’ll be able to go back to our regular lives after that. You can count on it,” he winks.
The rest of us smile at his joke, but the smiles are wan. After all, the chances of Margaret surviving a night like last night are slim. But who knows? Stone and I located a hollowed-out stump to make love in. If Margaret was able to find shelter as well, then she could have survived the wintry weather.
The group breaks up and small clumps of people stand around in circles, chatting.
“It was tough last night, wasn’t it?” asks Willa Naughton. “Nothing I couldn’t handle,” she says, flexing her bicep, “but it wasn’t for the faint of heart.”
Her daughter, Willow, who’s at least six feet tall with a butch haircut nods.
“Hell yeah, that was hard. My walkie talkie broke for a bit, but then it came back on-line. What the hell? Cheap pieces of shit.”
I jump in at that juncture in the conversation.
“Ours broke for a little while too, didn’t it Stone? Willow here is saying the same thing happened to her.”
My lover has a cautious look on his face, but he comes over to join our conversation.
“Yeah, these walkies are unreliable. Ours went out but then came back just when we were about to give up.”
He doesn’t mention that it came back while we were luxuriating in one another’s arms within the stump. The crackle just about scared the bejeezus out of me.
“I’ll ask the Sheriff to purchase some new ones,” Willa growls. “Don’t want my son and daughter going out there alone with crappy technology. The county’s got the money for it, seeing that we just voted in that new emergency measure.”
“Yeah,” chimes Old Man Tyke, whose multiple gold teeth flash as he speaks. “We said yes to the bond measure, so some new emergency equipment is bound to be coming our way.”
The conversation then turns to a new pastor who’s expected in Jericho next week. It’s funny with these small towns. We’re not big enough to have our own pastor, and as a result, the local Lutheran church sends a traveling man whose arrival is always highly anticipated. It’s almost like out of a storybook; I half expect the new preacher to arrive on horseback with his saddlebags filled with jerky and hard tack, as in days of yore. But I know it’s more likely he’ll pull up in a Toyota Camry while blasting country music from the stereo.
“How are things?” Stone asks me in a low voice, when the others have pulled away.
My cheeks are pink, and I smile in what I hope is a subdued manner.
“I’m okay,” I say. “A little sore from last night, but I’m still walking.”
Stone tips his head back and lets out a shout of laughter at that. A couple people turn our way to look, but when nothing looks out of place, they merely go back to their conversations.
“You did look like you were limping a little earlier,” he says wryly. “Something to do with me?”
“Well, you’re very big,” I say coyly, my voice barely over a whisper. “And I took you all the way inside.”
He grins devilishly, those amber eyes sparkling.
“You did, Jenny. That’s true.”
But suddenly, I straighten.
“So, what are we going to do about it?” I ask. “I don’t mean to be a pain in the ass, especially since Margaret is still missing, but I guess I’d like to know.”
Stone takes a deep breath, his expression serious.
“To be honest, I’m not sure, Jenny. I don’t know. We were in the middle of a separation, and she was supposed to move out today, if you can believe it. We’d already signed some legal papers, but there was still more to go. Now, I’m not sure what comes next to be honest.”
I nod.
“Things are happening really fast with her disappearance and all. But Stone, I’d really like to be with you again. Is that possible? Is it wrong?”
He nods, his expression still serious.
“That’s what I want too, sweetheart. I want to explore your body over and over again, every night if I can. I want to sample your curves and hear you moan, loud and mighty. I want to hear you laugh, and drink coffee with you in the mornings as we share the newspaper. I want all of that. But right now, we have to tread with care because there’s no playbook for what we’re doing. It’s uncharted territory. It’s not wrong because Margaret and I had been separated for a while, but we have to be careful about optics. If things even look wrong, we’ll be the talk of the town.”
I nod. He’s right. Look how Hunter Biden is screwing with his father’s run for president. Sure, taking those board positions in Ukraine wasn’t technically wrong, but the optics are completely off.
“Oka
y, I understand,” I say quietly. “But what next?”
He looks thoughtful for a moment.
“Well, why don’t we focus on the search? The best case scenario is that we find Margaret and life putters along the way it’s supposed to. Then everything will work itself out as planned: we’ll officially announce our impending divorce, and you and I can start dating.”
I take a deep breath.
“But what if we don’t find her? What if she becomes an official missing person?”
Stone’s handsome face goes dark for a moment, and my heart contracts. That’s one of the things I respect about this man. Even though he’s separated from his wife, he still cares about her well-being and welfare. It’s such a stark contrast to couples which divorce acrimoniously and pull all sorts of nasty and ridiculous stunts to hurt the other person. My heart blooms and a warm rush of emotion fills my veins. Maybe it’s not quite love yet, but certainly, it’s a huge dose of respect. Stone is a good man and I’d be a fool to let him go.
Suddenly, he cocks his head at me, amber eyes playful.
“By the way, did I tell you that Margaret could sense the potential between you and me?” he asks, one corner of his mouth quirked up. “Romantic potential, I mean.”
“No!” I breathe. “Are you serious?”
He nods.
“She knows both of us well, honey, and in fact was the one who suggested we start dating after her departure. So in essence, Margaret gave us her blessing. But right now, let’s just focus on what’s in front of us. Let’s just concentrate on the search, and moving on with our lives. Then, we’ll talk about what comes next, okay? I want to be with you, Jenny, with my whole heart. I want to live, love, and laugh with you, and I promise, I’ll do everything in my power to get us there.”
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