Amy Lynn Steele watched with trepidation through the trees at the vast array of forestry equipment parked along side the logging road. For the past six hours she had biked her way up from Greenville, taking the many logging roads that interlaced the Great North Woods of northern, Maine. Now as the evening sun began to make its reddish glow on the western ridgeline, Amy could not help but think back to the cause, and the man, that motivated her to bike such a long ways up here.
"But Amy, we have an opportunity here to stop the brutal slaying of some very small trees," Christian said as his kisses slowly dropped down to Amy's neck, and he began to nibble tenderly on her earlobes. It was a spot Amy dearly loved and she barely heard his words as his tongue slipped into her ear. As it was, his hands were already cupped around her bare breasts and flicking tenderly at her hardened nipples.
"But it's illegal Christian", she started to say, but her words were cut off when his mouth trailed from her ears, up along her jaw line and then slipped into her mouth, his tongue probing so deeply that it stole her words away.
It hardly mattered anyway Amy knew. For twenty two years she had fought off every man's advances, but after meeting Christian; after listening to his passionate views on the environment, and his strong stance on global warming and deforestation, Amy was smitten with him. So much so, that two weeks ago, she had allowed him to take her virginity. Now as her sundress was half-off, and Christian's tongue was deeply planted in her mouth, she knew she would do whatever he asked; in bed, and to the massive machines that destroyed Maine's forests.
"Just a taste," he asked as some late-night college student banged down the dorm room hall in a half-drunken stupor? It was hardly a choice, because no sooner had she spoken the words when she took the tip of his cock into her mouth and began his sensuous blowjob by swirling her tongue around the crown, eagerly accepting her prize. An audible groan of pleasure resonated from deep inside his body, a sound Amy was not sure he had ever made before, and one that rose up above the sound of college life just outside her dorm.
Using one hand to manipulate his shaft, Amy reached for his swollen testicles with his other and massaged them gently. She was firmly planted on her knees, her sun dress now completely pulled off, padding her knees from the carpet she knelt upon, her chest pale and heaving in the odd bright white light of the lamps compact florescent bulb. Her mouth continued to play over his cock in extremely erotic fashion, putting on a little show for her someday husband. She swallowed more and more of his erection and gradually picked up the tempo, matching it almost by chance with the loud music rising up from a dorm room some three stories below where she kneeled.
It was the most submissive of positions, and yet Amy felt rich with love and more natural then the grass, the trees the mountains and the forests. Besides squeezing his balls a little tighter, she used her fingers to rub the sensitive area right beneath his rectum. She knew what effect that had on him and concluded that he was feeling everything she was feeling, and perhaps more. Her answer came when he moved forward to receive the thrusts of her mouth as she steered him towards climax.
"Stop Amy, stop," he cried out pushing her head off his shaft as he squirmed out of her mouth. "I want to put it inside you."
"What, you don't want to come in my mouth," she teased as she crawled up on top of the soft bed and spread her legs wide in an open invitation?
"First things first," Christian said as he reached over on the end table and began to slide a condom over his hard penis. Amy hated the delay, but understood responsibility came with the pleasure and watched as the responsible act was completed. With only a mild break in the passion, Amy felt Christian hover over her. As she did so, Amy felt him position the tip of his cock on her shaven pussy lips. He used his cock to open and explore her, the tip just dipping inside, sliding into her wetness that had been generated from the blowjob she had given him. Those always turned her on, so did taking cock, especially one inch at a time, which was what he was doing now. He gave her another inch and then rode her like that, just the tip, in and out.
Amy protested as she wanted it all, all eight inches that she knew he possessed; all one inch of girth that could fill her to overwhelming proportions and that could spurn her on to many orgasms. She wanted him to slam into her to the hilt, molding her skin to fit his hands, her pussy to fit his cock tightly as he drove her bottom into the soft, grainy surface of the mattress below the cotton sheets.
Her pussy contracted on the head of his cock, trying to pull her lover deeper inside her, and finally he took pity on her and gave her more. She loved being filled by him, the warmth that spread throughout her body the complete loss of control. She was overwhelmed by his size, his massive hands around her slender waist, his hard thighs supporting her, pressing into her even. She arched up further to him, offering him more of her, all of her and he took it.
"God you're one hot girl," he said, then he began driving the full, hard length of his cock into her, letting his balls slap against her, spanking her with them, easing off and then thrusting forward again. His hips snapped against her, forcing her into his rhythm, a rhythm Amy loved. She dug her nails into the soft sea of cotton and thrust back against him, moving with him, loving the speed and exhilaration of their love-making even in such a non-descript place.
Her heart was also racing, her heart pounding even, and her breath was ragged despite years of hiking. To be so taken, so smitten, so fucked breathless that it was incomprehensible and only to be explained away as the exhilaration of having someone commit so deeply that emotions were manifested in actions and lust.
She started to contract around him in the way men love best when they were the deepest they could be inside her. She squeezed as hard as she could, loving the ache building within her. The walls of her pussy opened and closed on him like a fist. He lifted her up off the mattress feeling the mattress rock slightly as he took her as he began moving her body up and down on his cock. Then there was the shudder, a shudder she had felt many times, but not with so much guttural force.
"No, not yet," Amy wanted to scream to her lover as once again during their love-making, he would finish before her. Still, Amy felt it jettison inside the condom, hoping upon hope that it had not broken from the powerful surge. While Amy silently cursed his premature pleasure, Amy could only be assured that this was the right man; the man had that fate, the world, and Mother Nature brought together so the couple could protect each other, as well as the environment.
The five pieces of logging equipment were just as Christian had described, huge in size and smelling of a mixture of grease, oil, diesel fuel and the fresh aroma of freshly harvested white fir. As instructed she moved to the massive machine with tracks first; a feller-buncher Christian had called it, since this machine actually severed the trees from the stump. Two weeks ago she had been surprised to hear that such a machine could harvest a two foot tree in two seconds, now as she passed the massive jaw, she did not doubt its capacity. With a final look around, Amy jumped up on the tracks and then started looking around the engine for a filler neck. Specifically she was looking for one labeled Hydraulic or hyd for an abbreviation, and it did not take her long to find it.
Running on pure adrenaline, Amy unslung her backpack and pulled out two five pound bags of sugar. Balancing them in her hands, she opened them up and began to dump the contents into the massive tank. She shook with nervousness as she did it, unsure of what she was really doing, but thoroughly convinced by Christian that the resulting mixture of sugar and hydraulic oil would render the massive tree killing machine useless in a matter of minutes. If that was indeed the case, then the six hour bike ride would have been worth every minute of it, for Mother Nature never indeed such destructive machines to exist in her pristine forest as Christian had pointed out.
"Hey what do you think you are doing," boomed a voice across from what Amy thought was complete isolation for miles and miles? She did not even have time to drop the now empty bags of sugar, when she felt his hand roughly grab her by the neck and pull her off the machine. Hitting the ground with a thud, she looked up to see a logger looming above her, his face contorted in anger as he stared her down.
"Doing what is right. Stopping these god awful machines from killing Maine's forest, that's what."
"Oh you are, are you," he asked, swiping her backpack right out of her hands and rummaged through it. As he did Amy saw her chance to escape and started to pick herself up off the ground...twice in fact, but each time he thrust his caulked boot onto her back and pushed her roughly into the gravel. "Stay right there."
