Page 7 of Hard as Wood

He nods. “Okay, but you must tell me if it becomes too much.”

“Of course,” I kiss his lips, and he parts for me, our tongues swirling together. I let my body melt into his, trying to enjoy the moment but also playing mental gymnastics around how this is going to work. I want his dick inside of me. We could wait until it returns to normal size, but what’s the fun in that? The magical stars made his cock grow for a reason, and I don’t plan on wasting their blessing. I stop kissing him, an idea popping into my head.

I rush to the kitchen, reaching to the high cabinets to grab the container of almond oil.

“What is that?” Pineo asks as he watches me walk back over.

I open the jar, sticking my hand in and scooping out a large dollop. “I need to oil your wood,” I say, grabbing the base of him. He hisses as I slowly roll my fist down his length. I don’t need to oil him all the way to his base. There’s no way he could fit all of himself inside of me. I’d be split in two. But I love feeling his subtle vibrations under my fingertips as I lather him slowly, walking further away from him and closer to his tip.

When I reach his end, I turn to him, soaking in the view of him panting and struggling to regain his control. “Clara, it’s too much.”

“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll take it slow.” I remove my hand from his cock, slowly pulling my shirt overhead andletting my breasts bounce free. My nipples are already pebbled from the anticipation and the cool air pinches my skin. I rub my oily hands over my chest, my breath heavy as I gaze at Pineo, watching me and gripping the base of his cock. “So perfect,” he whispers. “The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”

His words give me the encouragement I need. I shimmy out of my long skirt, letting the fabric fall to my ankles. My hands trail down my body, my cunt begging me to seek out its warmth. My lips part as I dive my fingers into myself. “I’m getting myself ready for you. I’m so wet. You’re going to slip in so easily.”

“I want to touch you,” he says, his eyes dark and half-lidded.

“You have forever to touch me. Now you can watch and enjoy.”

“I’ve spent my lifetime watching you. It’s not enough anymore.”

“Then I guess you’re going to have to fuck me. Will that be enough?”

He moans. “Yes, yes. I need to be inside of you.”

I’m officially soaking, drenching my hand. I’m ready for him and can’t wait any longer for his wooden dick to be inside of me. I turn around, bending over and bracingmyself on the wall before me. “Fuck me, Pineo. Impale me on your wooden cock.”

I hold my breath as his tip meets my entrance—the movement slow and sloppy. It must be difficult to control such a long instrument from so far away from me. I crave his strong body folding over me as he pounds me from behind, but the opportunity to ride his inhumanly long dick is too enticing to pass up.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice shaking, barely able to control himself with just a small bit of him inside of me.

My body sings with the anticipation. I move my hips back to encourage him. “Yes, baby. I’m ready for you.” He sinks in deeper, stretching me wide, but it’s still not enough. I push back, squeezing around him. He moans loudly, and his shudder vibrates inside of me. “Yes, Pineo. So good. It feels so good.”

“Too good. Too tight. I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

“Go as long as you can. I want to see how much of this wooden dick I can take.”

“Let me know if I’m hurting you, and I’ll stop.”

“Yes,” I cry, desperate for him now, my inside walls shaking.

He thrusts into me, deeper, and it’s barely a discomfort. I’m a virgin being fucked by an enormous wooden dick. It should hurt a lot worse based on how women aroundtown described this act. He stretches me to a point of pain, but right when it builds, it blooms into a warm caress of bliss. I’ve never experienced something so wonderful. I push my hips back, eager for more, as much as I can take without being split in two.

“Clara, you’re so tight around me. It feels like heaven.”

“More, Pineo. More.” He heeds my request, going deeper. I’m not sure where his body ends or mine begins. He’s part of me now. My body makes room for him as if he’s truly made for me in every way. I’m too lost in the pleasure, building, and building as he fucks deeper and deeper. It’s not until his arms wrap around me and his breath warms my neck that I realize he’s all the way inside of me.

I’m so deliciously full, but how is this possible? His dick was much too long to fit inside of me. It was longer than my entire body length.

“Your cunt,” he whispers in my ear, running one hand over my breast and the other down my abdomen. “It must be forming my dick to your size. It feels so perfect.”

Maybe this is part of the magic, too. Maybe my pussy has returned his dick to its normal length—one that gives us the perfect amount of pleasure. As if he needs to be any more perfect.

His finger grazes my sensitive clit, and I scream. Stars blur my vision. My blood evaporates from my body, and inits place, liquid lava flows through my veins. I’ve orgasmed before, but this is different. Holy, magical, enough to send a person to an early grave without regrets or wishes. Is this how fucking feels for everyone? How can anyone get anything done with knowing something so heavenly exists, just one dick away? It must be different. There is no way anyone has ever experienced such bliss, not even Pineo.

But he moans into my ear as if to convince me otherwise. “Clara, Maker! So good. So tight. I’m about to burst!” He thrusts one last, long, and hard movement, slapping against my backside. Warmness fills me as he slows his speed, moaning and groaning in my ear. I’ve already come, but it feels so good—my pussy milking him of every last drop of his delicious seed as if it’s as hungry for the taste as my mouth.

The clouds clear as our breath returns to a normal tempo. I don’t want to move—don’t want this moment to end, but I need to make sure I haven’t died on Pineo’s wooden cock, and the rest is just my version of heaven. I straighten a tiny bit, snapping Pineo out of his trance. His hands grab my face, trying to turn my attention to him. “Are you hurt? Are you okay?” His eyes search me frantically.

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