Im going to turn you over on this stump, my dear, he spoke in a dreadful hush. Im going to spread your cheeks and put my erection where my fingers are now.

You will feel a pain, and tightness, your body will want to lock tight against it, but you will allow me in. I went rigid in his arms, hearing his plans, but his fingers simply kept up their exploration of my untried soft place.

You will think only of the pleasure in surrendering all your will to me.

You will not think of your distress, but only of the joy youll give me in the yielding. Let yourself go, let the sensation wash over you. Dont think, dont fear, let go. Ah, how he soothed me, his words little by little untying all the knots of fear that tightened my insides. Finally drawing his hand away, he undid the wooden bit, freeing my mouth, though he placed his finger over my lips telling me I wasnt to speak. Pulling me off of his lap, I nearly panicked again, but his hands didnt leave me for even a second. Fondling, caressing, moving tenderly about my flailed soft place cheeks, he revealed an affection for me I hadnt realized until that day. His loving kindness eased my nervousness, reminding every second that he would take my soft place just as he promised and I would love it. In position for the soft placeault, I didnt care that the old tree stump was scratching my belly, or that my knees were pressing into the prickly blanket of pine needles of the forest floor. I thought only of what was happening to my soft place, the feel of Jacks hands, the calming touch, the driving fingers working the channel, and then the pulse of his thingy as the head of it pressed against my sphincter and began to push its way inside. Ahhhhhhhh, my gasp was long and slow, coming from a dark place inside me where these feelings of release and letting go are born.

Such surrender felt like letting pieces of myself fly away in the summer breeze that tickled my skin with playful games of hide and seek.

Jack played my soft place hard, like he would my private part at night when the lights went out.

But there wasnt a single second that I didnt feel him surround me with kindness. His hands did not quit their intimate play, and if it was possible, his touch became more tender as the deep probing of my rear channel became more abrupt and shocking.

As though I was in the middle of a great storm, colors and light flashed before my inner eyes and I imagined myself screaming with pleasure, though I know, except for a few torrid gasps and pants, I was silent. When I finally felt him burst within me, I heard his luscious groan like music, then all else drifted away until he withdrew, and his hands lifted me gently to my feet.