The Glade

There is this girl. We'll call her Anna. She is a lonely girl. Once she had a lot of friends, but as she got older her friends drifted away. They were all busy chasing boys. Not that Anna didn't like boys, but she wanted something special. Well, as she kept turning down the boys repeatedly, rumors began to circulate, that she was a les, or an ice queen. The usual stuff. So lonely a lot and feeling rejected by the people she was once friends with, Anna took to wandering out in the woods for long periods of time. She often took the long way home from school, as it gave her the chance to follow a forest trail that meandered through the hills, past a beautiful glad, and a waterfall, and a number of other places that usually made her lose her breath for a moment.

The glade in particular was always her favorite, as it always seemed different every day. Being the practical sort, Anna just figured that every day she would notice something new, and that is why it always seemed different. After all, it was not like the glad could be magical. Could it?

One in the late spring, it was a warm day, and Anna was taking her time walking home, just enjoying the singing of the birds and the drone of the cicadas. Finally she came to her glade. She had saved a little from her lunch. Not a lot, just an apple and a soda she had bought, and she planned to have a little picnic lunch by herself in the glade. The flowers were in full bloom, and they perfumed the air with a honey sweet smell, as she shrugged of her backpack.

She had brought a small mat with her to school for this occasion, and she spread it out and took a seat on it. She pulled out her apple and soda, and a book she had been reading, and settled down to enjoy the spring day. Suddenly she heard a sound of pipe music echoing through the glade. Startled she dropped her book. Then she turned around to see if she could find the source of the music. Off on the other end of the glad she spied the source. It was a young man, sitting on a stump partially concealed by the tall flowers. He had curly brown hair, and wore only a pair of loose-fitting pants that matched his hair in color perfectly. She could tell he was the athletic sort from the muscles standing out on his naked torso.

She was a little scared. Never before had she seen anyone else in the glade. But she felt something else to, a strange feeling she had never felt before. She could feel a warm flush creeping over her face, and her heart began to race, but most disconcerting was a strange tingling feeling between her legs.

Now Anna was no innocent. She knew about sex, what went on between a man and a woman. And many a night she had brought herself to orgasm using her fingers and the fantasy of an imaginary lover. But what she felt now was new. Never before had she reacted this way to someone she had seen for real. For a moment she was torn between going over and introducing herself, of fleeing the glade before he noticed her. After several minutes of frozen indecision, she chose the latter option.

Quickly she gathered up her things and as quickly and quietly as possible she left the glad. She paused by the waterfall, and tried to relax. But in her mind she could still see the broad tanned back with its muscles rippling, and the rakishly curly hair that topped his head. She sat down for a few moments and waited for the sensations to pass, before continuing home. More then anything she dreaded the thought of one of her schoolmates seeing her with that flush on her face.

The rest of the day passed in a blur for her, as her mind kept wandering back to the glade and the music and the musician. Several times she chided herself for her cowardice, wishing she had at least said hi. That night as she lay awake in bed she thought about that day in the glade.

But in her fantasy she did not flee. Instead she had quietly walked up so as not to disturb his music. She waited a small distance away until he finished his music then she cleared her throat to announce her presence. He had turned his handsome face to see her, and had smiled and said hello.

As Anna pictured this in her mind the warm tingling had returned to her and her hand began to move as if of its own accord down to caress her damp crotch. She pictured herself introducing herself and talking to him, and as she did her fingers began to stroke her swollen clit. Soon the talking became kissing, and caressing soon joined the kissing as she stroked herself faster and harder. Her breathing became harder as in her mind he laid her down on the grass and began to undress her. As he slowly entered her, bringing a flush of pleasure she began to squeeze her thighs together. Then as he climaxed in her mind, she joined him with her most intense orgasm ever. The waves of pleasure seemed to wash over her for an interminable long time before finally subsiding. And afterwards she could do nothing for a few minutes but lay in her bed breathing heavily. As gradually her senses returned she realized that her fluids had run copiously leaving a rather large and uncomfortable wet spot under her hips. But she lacked the strength to move and soon fell asleep regardless.

Every day after that she would linger in the glade hoping to spy her handsome musician again. This time she was resolved to introduce herself. But the next time she was there she saw no sign of him, nor the time after that. And so it went on for days, with her even taking time from her weekends to loiter in the glade, hoping to once again hear the beautiful yet eerily haunting music. But to no avail.

Still, every night now she would bring herself to a tremendous orgasm fantasizing about making love to her mysterious musician. In time her school work began to suffer as she spent more and mor time in the glad and less and less time on her studies. A fact that was not unnoticed by her teachers. One day she was kept late for a conference with her mathematics teacher, who wanted to know if everything was all right at home. She answered everything was fine, and only half paid attention as he commented on her slipping grades. Her mind was already in the glade searching for her secret lover, and was impatient to get there in body. Finally her teacher in exasperation dismissed her, commenting that he would have to arrange a conference with her parents if her work did not improve.

Anna paid no attention, anxious as she was to get to the glade. She nearly ran down the forest path such was her hurry. A short distance from the glade she came to an abrupt stop and her hand flew to her chest as her heart began to flutter. Emanating from the glade she could hear the haunting strains of his music. Quietly yet quickly she walked to the glade. She paused at the edge and looked around for him. He was in the same spot as last time, wearing the same loose brown pants and no shirt. Again his back was to her. Swallowing hard and trying to fight down the flush she could feel in her cheeks she screwed up her courage and walked toward him, stopping a short distance away as she had done so often in her nightly fantasies. Quietly she waited for the music to finish and in the thunderous silence that followed she cleared her throat. He stood and spun around at the sound, and her heart caught in her throat.

He was not the handsome lover of her dreams. His face was bestial with a large beak-like nose over a large mouth full of jagged teeth. A small beard hung down from his chin, and two small horns sprouted from either side of his forehead. What she had taken to be loose brown trousers were in fact fur-covered legs that ended in goat-like feet. She stared at him unable to speak or move as she felt his eyes roving over her body taking in her every curve. Between his legs she saw the pink tip of his manhood begin to emerge from a furry sheath. With a detached rationality she realized that this strange bestial creature was becoming extremely turned on by the sight of her. In moments he was fully erect and she could even see a drop of precum glistening on the tip of his rod. Then he took a step toward her and control of her body returned.

With a shriek she fled from the glade, running as fast as her legs could carry her. She reached the waterfall, and crouched down beside a boulder to rest. Her breath was coming in ragged sobs and her heart pounded in her chest as tears trailed down her cheeks. For a few moments all she could do was lean against the boulder panting and shaking as she tried to recover from what she had seen. After a little bit she relaxed again. Quietly as she could, she stood up determined to make her way home as fast as possible. She turned to get back on the path only to find herself face to face with the monster from the glade.

Grinning he clamped a hand over her mouth and forced her back off the path deeper into the woods. Terror gripped her and all she could do was meekly obey his unspoken commands. Walking backwards she tripped and sprawled on her back looking up at him. His pinkish tool stood straight out as he stood over her, his intentions clear. He landed on top off her and with one hand threw her dress up around her hips baring her thighs and crotch. Violently he grabbed the thin material of her panties and ripped them off. Her mind was spinning telling her to scream, to fight to run, to do anything. But the sheer horror of what was happening held her trapped, unable to even cry out as he mounted her, the tip of his hard appendage seeking her virginal opening. He probed her womanhood for a moment before finding it then began to slowly force his way in. She felt a sharp stab of pain as he penetrated her, tearing her maidenhead. The pain increased as his large member invaded her stretching her for the first time. Unused to this sort of invasion she could only whimper in pain as he buried himself all of the way inside her. Then a small bit of relief as he began to withdraw. But the relief was short lived as he soon pushed back inside her. Slowly at first but picking up speed he began to thrust into her. Her whimpers grew into cries of pain as his hard cock violated her repeatedly.

After a few moments the pain began to fade. But it did not disappear entirely. How long he was on top of her thrusting away she had no clue. She could only lie there, her eyes closed. If she opened her eyes, she found herself looking into his face, his bestial features further twisted by lust. His hips me hers repeatedly with a dull slapping sound and she could only lie there, waiting for it to end. Finally with an eerie animalistic cry he thrust into her once more, burying himself deep in her as his hard cock swelled then spasmed. She could feel his cum flooding into her in burst after burst, until finally it subsided into a mere dribble. Slowly he with drew himself as his cock began to shrink. And Anna let out a silent sigh of relief, glad that the ordeal was finally over.

She dared to finally open her eyes only let out a small scream when she saw his face grinning down on her, Then she looked down and with a sinking feeling realized that his dripping and blood smeared cock was swelling again. Roughly he grabbed her and flipped her over onto her stomach. Before she could get her hand under herself and lift her face out of the dirt he had grabbed her hips and pulled her up to her knees. Then with another stab of pain his hard cock entered her again.

This time the pain was nowhere near as bad as before. But what it lacked in pain it made up for in the humiliation of being taken by this animalistic abomination. She could not help herself, she tried to crawl away, but he had her hips in a firm grip.

She could feel her breasts bouncing and swinging in time with his thrusts. In this position he seemed to be entering her even deeper. His hard cock filling her completely. Then much to her embarrassment, she felt a familiar warmth beginning to fill her insides. She silently denied it. It was impossible. No way could this be happening. But her body betrayed her, as she could feel the mounting release building up in her. She tried to deny it, tried to force it down, but only succeeded in delaying it for a short time. Again with an animalistic grunt he thrust deep into her, and began to shoot his load. At that point her control broke, and her orgasm began to wash over her. Together the two of them cried out in ecstacy as they climaxed together.

Finally spent, she collapsed with him collapsing on top of her. For long minutes they just lay there his cock slowly shriveling and gradually slipping out of her, trailing a mixture of their juices. Eventually he got up and disappeared into the darkening forest. A few moments later she got up and as she stood, she could feel his cum mixed with her own fluids oozing from her. She looked down to see her thighs smeared with blood and covered with sticky remnants of their tryst. Flushing she took off her shoes and waded out into the stream below the falls to wash herself as best she could. When she finished, she looked around for her things. Her backpack she found easily enough, but her undies were lost in the gloom of the darkening forest.

Walking as quickly as she could with her crotch still sore from the experience, she made her way home.

That night as she lay in bed, she once again pictured him turning to face her. His member rising and swelling as he gazed on her. She remembered the feeling as he roughly pushed hr down and forced her. And as she relived these memories, her hand as of its own accord made its way between her legs to stroke her swollen clit . . .

Copyright 2005 by George Embley.