The woodcutter, the wolf, & me (1)

I had loved the winter. Time spent inside with my family, by the fire, cooking and reading. Whilst I had loved it and especially loved celebrating my 18th year it had been a long, cold winter.

Finally last week we had woken up and felt it! Spring was, at last, here.

Saturdays in the spring were always my favourite days. It meant fresh bread and cakes and a beautiful walk through the forest as the sun shone through the trees, smelling the fresh dew on the grass, picking berries to add to my basket and watching the bees as they collect pollen from each flower.

Spring and summer Saturdays were also the days I went to my grandma's house, we would eat all the treats, play games and listen to her favourite records.

I hadn't been to my grandma's house in over half a year and so I woke up excitedly this Saturday to the smell of my mother making fresh bread and coffee.

After bathing I put on my white cotton panties with a matching bra, white socks, red and white dress which was a little tight after the winter and little red shoes.

I wander downstairs and start packing my basket adding the bread, cakes and biscuits my mother had so lovingly made.

Grabbing my red hooded cloak to keep me warm on this sunny spring day I grab my basket and head into the forrest to walk to my grandma's house.

As usual I smell all the flowers along the trail, bending over to get a closer look at the bees buzzing around them.

I then skip further into the forest and come across a large blackberry bush. The rules of the forest are you're not supposed to pick berries until later into spring but they look so tempting and I know grandma will love them.

I lick my lips already able to taste how juicy they will be bursting in my mouth.

I look around and pick one off the bush and pop it straight into my mouth, I'm about to bite down when I hear a rustling behind me.

I turn to the source of the noise and see a large man with an axe stood behind me.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asks. I stare in shock keeping my lips locked together. "Well?" he booms. I still don't answer worried to open my mouth and show him the stolen blackberry inside.

He drops his axe and walks over to me. He is so much bigger than I am, a beast of a man.

He stares down at me and I notice him looking past my face and at my breasts which over the past year have developed significantly to the point where they have started heaving over the dress I'm wearing.

I'd noticed over the past six months the men of my village staring more intently at me as my body had become much more shapely.

This man was different though he wasn't starring he was eyeing me like I was a meal, devouring me with his sight.

I started to breath heavily as his gaze moves from my breast to my mouth.

The man takes his thumb and runs it over my lip slowly as he makes eye contact with me and I feel the place between my legs start to tighten.

He then takes his thumb and puts it into his mouth. "Sweet" he says whilst maintaining eye contact.

He then grabs my chin "open up" he demands. Scared I slowly open my mouth as my breathing increases further.

Starring into my mouth he growls

"Naughty girl, these aren't for you".

I gulp with my mouth still open his hand cupping under my chin.

"What are we to do with you?"

My eyes widen at his words.

"I'm so sor...." I start but he interrupts me. "Swallow" I stare at him confused. "What?" I ask in shock.

"swallow and tell me how sweet it is." he requests.

I chew the berry feeling its sweet juices covering the inside of my mouth and then swallow hard.

"So?" He asks.

"It's soo sweet and delicious but I am very sorry" I answer.

"Well there's a penalty for taking berries not fully in season" he says to me coolly.

I hadn't heard about any penalty but I wasn't about to argue with this man.

"Wha-wha-what's the penalty?"

He walks closer as I step backwards, shocked when my back hits a large tree, dropping my basket.

The man looms over me until he suddenly drops to his knees starring up at me.

He runs his hand up my shaking leg starting from my ankle, over my long white socks, up over my thigh disappearing under my skirt.

He then travels back down and repeats on my other leg. On this second go his hand grazes over my white cotton panties and I shudder at his touch.

He then grabs the sides of my panties and pulls them down around my ankles.

I go to stop him but as my panties hit my ankles he moves to grab my wrists and plants my hands against the tree.

Frozen I keep my hands where they are, unmoving.

He then stares back at me that same devouring look in on face.

He then slides his finger up the inside of thigh slowly as I breath heavily.

He then hits the uncovered apex of my thighs and rubs his finger around the place I touch myself at night.

I grab the tree harder and let out a small moan.

He then adds a finger and starts circling the bud between my legs.

I bow my head back hitting the tree and moan louder.

I had never had anyone apart from myself touch me there and it felt so exquisite.

Circling and circling I feel myself starting to throb as my legs tremble.

He then suddenly stops and I let out a frustrated gasp.

I look down at him as he stares back at me moving his hand back between my legs.

I brace against the tree but instead of placing his fingers on the little nub he slowly enters two fingers into my opening.

I moan louder than before in both pleasure and shock.

He quickly starts pumping his hand in and out of me as I clench hard against his fingers.

In this moment I think, not a terrible punishment for the taste of a sweet berry.

He keeps pushing into me and then curls his fingers as I scream out in raw pleasure. Gripping the tree harder.

Once again he removes his fingers from me moving them towards his mouth. He pushes his juice covered fingers into his mouth and hums in approval.

"Sweet and ripe" he says looking up at me.

I have never seen anything so carnal and push my thighs together as I throb harder.

He then moves his hand back to my opening and begins pushing in and out of me again as I moan breathily over and over again using the tree to steady myself as pleasure washes over and over. Feeling myself starting to cum on his fingers.

He then remove them once more and again I huff at the emptiness between my thighs.

Looking up at me he lifts his fingers to my mouth.

"Open" he demands and I do as I'm told. As he enters his fingers into my mouth I taste sweetness not as the berries were but delicious none the less. I suck hard on his fingers wanting to taste all of myself.

"Mmm, good girl" he mutters as he slips his fingers out of my mouth and back to centre.

He pushes into me once more and pushes in and out once again.

Clenching harder than before, my legs tremble as I feel myself dripping down his hand.

He licks my juices from his arm without stopping his attack on my wet center.

I feel myself starting to cum and moan louder and louder as I push hard into the tree.

As I moan again, I hear a loud rustling from the corner of the forest.

Shocked, I come to and realise the scene I'm apart of.

Me a young girl pushed against a tree, knickers around my ankles with a strange man pushing his fingers into me as I moan loudly.

This noise pulls me out of the pleasured state I was in and I clamp my thighs together harsh.

Shocked he removes his hand from me and looks up confused.

"Oh my god, I can't, I have to..." I stammer as I pull my knickers up, grab my basket and run towards my grandma's house.